there is no mission you cannot complete

Do you know what I love most about the Scotsman? His absolute and undying faith in Jack. When his wife gets kidnapped, he trusts Jack above any of his clansmen to help him rescue her. When Jack lost his memories, the Scotsman went to the ends of the earth to try and help him, and when fighting in the sirens he put himself in a position where he cannot defend himself because he knew Jack will be there for him. Even fifty years later, despite Jack having completely giving up on himself and his mission to stop Aku, and constantly being dragged into the darkness by his own damaged psyche, the Scotsman still believes in him above all else.

I can’t wait for him to reuinte with Jack again, or meet up with Ashi.

Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

A/N: I honestly have no idea what this is bC I wrote in just now lol. I figured what the heck right haha (: also I had to rush bC of my lima bean attention span. I may or may not make this into another series (;I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! -Delilah ❤

Warnings: flirting.

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You stared down at the glowing computer screen in complete boredom.

It was spring break, yet instead of partying it up like usual nineteen year olds, you were tucked away in your room on the Internet.

The sounds of the rain blowing against your bedroom window was the only audible thing in the room besides the Twilight movie playing in the background. Taking a sip of your wine, you clicked away.

Omegle was literally the poorest excuse for entertainment. There was nothing but either perverts, psychopaths and obnoxious teenagers that screamed “send nudes!” Which was the complete opposite of what you planned to do.

But this site was new, it still allowed you to talk to strangers, as there were no profile pictures, but you could see their usernames. After typing in the first thing that came to your mind, you finalized your profile and started chatting.

Immediately, you were reconnected to the chatting page, where the familiar words typed out.

“You are now chatting with a stranger, say hi!”

Princess97: hi (:

You watched as the stranger began typing.

SexySeaBass82: hey. (-:

Princess97: sooo I’m kinda new to this lol.

SexySeaBass82: same. gosh I feel so old.

Princess97: oh? how old are you?

SexySeaBass82: 34. you?

Your eyebrows instantly raised. He was a bit older than you expected. You didn’t think anything of it, though. You were just chatting, for the love of god.

Princess97: wowwww I thought you were actually old for a second. (;

SexySeaBass82: lol you sure it doesn’t bother you?

Princess97: cross my heart. (-;

SexySeaBass97: thank god lol. you’re the first decent dame i’ve met on here.

You don’t know how it happened, but you and the mysterious SexySeaBass82 ended up chatting for hours. You found out he lived in New York, which was pretty far from your hometown. He was a really big Marvel fan, especially when it came to the Winter Soldier.

The guy had a huge hard on for him.

SexySeaBass82: all i’m saying is, the actor who plays him is 100% the hottest hands down.

Princess97: you mean Steven Stan?

SexySeaBass82: his name is Sebastian Stan lol. and he’s gonna win an oscar this year. just you wait.

You snorted.

Princess97: the guy who plays captain america is hotter.

You knew that would get him. You let out a giggle as you saw him replying rapidly.

SexySeaBass82: UM ARE U BLIND?

SexySeaBass82: SEBASTIAN IS A DIME OK?

SexySeaBass82: i cannot believe you said that. smh.

Princess97: ok, ok. he’s sort of hot.

The reply you got was almost instant.

SexySeaBass82: YES! mission accomplished! (;

After a few more exchanged words, you said your goodbyes and you watched as his status went from online to offline.

You plopped onto your bed with a content sigh. It was completely irrational, but you really wanted to talked to the mysterious man again. You guys were practically the same person, just at different ages. And you were pretty sure he was just bored like you were.

You closed your eyes, letting the exhaustion of the day pull you under.

Little did you know, the man on the other side of the world was lying in his own bed, smiling like a dork before drifting off to sleep.

-FIN! 😊

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anonymous asked:

Tell me a mistaken identify story!

“I really think I need to speak to whoever the supervisor here is,” Stella says, staring at her first job briefing in her e-mail inbox.

“Everybody feels like that with their first mission,” says Marion, who just seemed like a very nice HR rep until about thirty seconds ago. She’s wearing a pin with a cat on it. She should not be allowed to be part of a terrifying spy organization if she wears pins with cats on them.

“No, I—there’s been some kind of huge mistake.”

“You were chosen for this job, I promise, we pay utmost attention to our candidates’ strengths and weaknesses. This should be a walk in the park for you. If you still feel the need to protest after this first assignment, we’ll refer you up to speak to someone more in charge, but you understand that clearance to see them can be something of a tricky issue.”

The message in her inbox is still telling her that she’s supposed to take down an international smuggling ring. This is not the nice IT job trial period she thought she was getting. However, if she tells the scary spy agency people this, they are probably going to disappear her, so she’s just going to have to take down an international smuggling ring.

Sure. Cool.


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missmisanthropic  asked:

Hard Question Time brought to you by yours truly: If you could date ANY iteration of a character Katie McGrath has ever played, who would you select? The character will come with her canon flaws, (Vampirism?, Family issues? Uh, Magic?) benefits ( Heck yeah, Magic?! Genius level smarts?), interests (Art?, Espionage?) etc. which may impact your decision. Happy ruminating. ;-)

…!!! @missmisanthropic WHY?! Why would you do this to me? Hmmm. I’ve got some drinks in me so that means rambling. Let’s consider all of this calmly and rationally. I would list each character but I fear my poor followers may run away screaming. Instead I will list my absolute favorites and carefully consider my options. Note that I will be leaving out minor characters such as Bess and others.

First up - Lucy Westenra.
Canon Flaws - Vampirism. In love with another woman.
Canon Benefits - GAAAAAY. Is the vampirism really a flaw though? I mean, come on.

With Katie’s portrayal of Lucy, it is hard to say as we, sadly, never got a good look at what Baby Gay Vampire!Lucy would grow to be. Unfortunately, prior to her change, Lucy was suffering quite a bit (Of course she was, Katie played her). She was confused, heartbroken, and really questioning her own humanity and life choices. It is quite possible that she felt she had no choice in who she was at all. She didn’t choose to be gay in Victorian England. She didn’t choose to love her best friend. She certainly didn’t choose to be a socialite and “proper wife” to an English gentleman. And she absolutely didn’t choose to be a vampire, a monster, as Dracula so aptly put it. MY BABY IS NO MONSTER!

It is possible that Lucy could have eventually grown to be the sweet and innocent looking, yet completely relentless killer vamp. I am not quite sure if I can deal with that. However! If she were to change me, ditch her feelings for Mina, and we could be super awesome killer vampires together? Yeah I could definitely deal with that. Throw that in with being charming, witty, and sweet, with the perfect amount of bite to her (See what I did there?), I would be a happy lesbian.

Verdict - Jury is out. Would I let her kill me? Yes, I would. Would I kill along with her? Yes, I would. Let us check out more options.

Originally posted by madqirl

NEXT! - Morgana Pendragon
Canon Flaws - Major daddy issues. Slight anger issues. Bent on revenge. Manipulative.
Canon Benefits - Um… MAGIC. High Priestess. Dresses fabulously even when living in a shack in the woods. Savvy af, That Smirk™ tho. Driven to fight for what she believes in.

Who doesn’t love Morgana? Good, “evil,” it really doesn’t matter. The unfortunate matter is, and this makes my deliberation quite short, Morgana was on one hell of a mission. She was single-minded in this mission and nobody, nobody, was going to keep her from it. This means, she definitely wouldn’t have had time for poor, little, non-magical me. I mean if I had an army of immortal warriors or dark magical abilities of my own, I would try to win her affections in a heartbeat. But the only thing I would be able to offer her is my heart… Which she probably would have used, along with some crazy incantation, to kill all of her enemies. I don’t wish to be sacrificed. I like my heart where it is thank you, my lady.

Verdict - Morgana, you do you, booboo. Imma keep my options open, love. You TOTALLY have my vote for Queen of Camelot. Please don’t kill me. Oh my poor heart. I love her so much.

Originally posted by rosheenonice

Third - Jodi Rutherford 
Canon Flaws - Hmmm… attraction to men that tend to mistreat her? Even Kobus was a bit of a dick at first but we aren’t talking about him are we? No love, we aren’t. This is about Jodi. She also seems to feel the need to ‘fix’ those she is with.
Canon Benefits - Complete sweetheart, excellent teacher, awkward and goofy despite her shy and sometimes anxious demeanor. Film/theater geek. Animal lover. She doesn’t care what she is, or what she is doing, as long as she can wake up next to the person she loves.

This… little bean. This absolute cupcake. I just… look at her. Jodi is another Katie character that just needs to be loved. She is described as someone that strives to be liked because she doesn’t like herself. Which is ridiculous. What’s not to like? She is kindhearted, generous and is really just looking for a place to belong. Total ball of fluff and I love her.

Verdict - Jury is out…but looking good for her.

Originally posted by crayonboxhearts

NEXT UP - The lovely, yet deadly, Gloria Miller, everyone!
Canon Flaws - She’s like some crazy CIA, Secret Agent, Jane Bond, Assassin.
Canon Benefits - She’s like some crazy CIA, Secret Agent, Jane Bond, Assassin.

This one is tough for me because this means she would always be off on some insane mission and I am totally one of those people that would be constantly worried that she wouldn’t come back to me. I’m soft. And let’s be honest, would I ever truly get a chance to know who she really is?

*gay gasp!* WHAT IF I am her mission?? What if she is actually working undercover to, I don’t know… I’m not special. I’m probably not her mission. But she would never be home and I need love and attention. Soft, remember? Sorry, Gloria :(

Verdict - I cannot date you. BUT PLEASE PROTECT ME I AM VERY VULNERABLE! Oh and teach me how to shoot things. Like, fruit and cans. I don’t want to kill anyone.

Originally posted by docclara

Hellooooo Kate Foster!
Canon Flaws - Biphobic af!!!! I’m not bisexual but, come on Kate! Not cool, love. Stop that shit. Angry af! Family issues aka homophobic parents.
Canon Benefits - Smooth af. Seductive af. Queen of eye-sex Consent kink, perhaps? Kate, …I like being told what to do… Ahem. I digress.

Lezbehonest. How many of you have been completely destroyed by the 20 minute episode of Dates? Hm? Thought so. Kate is very enigmatic. Which I like to a point. She seems to be making attempts at being cool and open-minded. But you can tell she has been burned before. Le baggage? Maybe. But we all have it, don’t we? My biggest worry would be that because of this, she is quick to pick a fight and run. We saw it. When things get serious and even a little difficult, she is out the door. That is… problematic.

She still strikes me as being kind, genuine and loving with the right woman in the right situation. But that fear of mine would always remain. Fear would lead to insecurities. Insecurities would lead to fighting. Fighting would lead to no more Kate. I could delve deeper into this gem, however I will leave it here.

Verdict - Kate, buy me a Bellini (or five) and we can certainly have a great time. (That totally wasn’t meant to be sexual). I meant we can hang out some time. But you know, not like a date? Flirty BFFs maybe? Do you like my bracelet? I got it in Tuscany!

Originally posted by haywoodyouboneme

Sigh …LenaLuthor! I have so many feelings about this woman it’s crazy.
Canon Flaws - A little shady. Family issues like you would not believe. Has a bit of a target on her back.
Canon Benefits - Highly intelligent. NERD! Working hard to make a life and name for herself outside of her family. RICH AF (take care of me please). Just wants a damn hug and thank you! Girlfriend of Supergirl. Looks better in prison blues than I do on my best day and with Photoshop. The Lip Bite™ tho.

Considering the fact that most of those that have endured my rambling are huge Katie fans and/or SuperCorp shippers, I will not get into the crazy long description for Lena. She has proven time and again that she only wants to do what is right, despite her upbringing. A most admirable quality is that she fights with her wits but also looks like she can defend herself when the time comes. A distressed damsel, she is not. I think here, I would have to go back to my argument regarding Morgana and Gloria. Lena simply would not have the time. She is running a billion dollar corporation, designing gadgets, and apparently she is constantly thinking up schemes to ensure justice is done. Oh, and um… hi… SHE LOVES KARA DANVERS! I can’t compete with that!!! I mean, I can be pretty awesome, but I am not Kara. So… problematic.

Verdict - Lena, I adore you. And I hope we can be friends. Do you need anything? Should I deliver flowers to Kara for you? Do you need me to proofread your love letters and poetry? I can run and get you more wine. Do you need company for the holidays? Do you need a bridesmaid for your wedding? Have you and Kara set a date? Keep me updated. My calendar is open.

Originally posted by agronskaya18

So here we are! There are more characters to consider, but we would be here all night/day. And I am pretty sure most of you already hate me. So I will keep this short. FINAL ANSWER: JODI RUTHERFORD. JUST LET ME LOVE YOU!

Originally posted by ladyandherarmour

Sorry for the long post and Katie spam!
LOOK AT HER JAW!!!!

Honorable Mention - Jules Daly
(Part 2)

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“Please take this. Since I cannot go with you. If it is too burdensome…”

OMFG! She gives him a literal PIECE OF HER so he could carry it around with him because she cannot go with him on his mission! She is so utterly vulnerable and insecure while waiting for his reaction because by giving Ban Ryu her hair Su Yeon is basically revealing her feelings and offering him her heart on a platter. And he’s so completely shocked when he unwraps her gift because it’s something so deeply intimate, personal and significant since person’s hair (particularly the hair of women) bore a huge significance as it was regarded in Korea as a precious inheritence from parents and cutting it was meant as a shame and punishment. Su Yeon couldn’t have given him a more precious gift than this. Ban Ryu realizes its full meaning and notices Su Yeon’s insecurity and I love that it’s actually this moment when he actually starts to speak to her; because he feels the need to reassure her and to communicate to her how much he appreciates her gift and her and how much it means to him.

“It is… not.”

It’s hilarious that for a man who is so well-read and eloquent in his writing, Ban Ryu is utterly hapless and fumbling for words to express himself around Su Yeon. But then he notices her smile and blushes, realizing that his unintelligent, three-word reply made her so happy. 

“Then… you should go. Please return safely. I will be waiting.”

Not only has Su Yeon been waiting for Ban Ryu every day he’s spend in the Hwarang House, she also comes to say goodbye to him, wish him good luck and tells him to return safely TO HER BECAUSE SHE WILL BE WAITING FOR HIM! She is pretty much indirectly telling him she LOVES HIM!

This Motion Fails

pairing: Phan

genre: fluff

word count: 4,743 words

status: finished

warnings: underage drinking

Summary: Model UN!Phan where Dan and Phil go to a conference and are super touchy and everyone ships it, including the delegates in their committee.

A/N: I don’t think I’ve mentioned it here yet, but I’ve submitted a fic to phanficwritingcomp! Their results will be released will be released in about a week, but I’ll let you guys know what happens! Anyway, this fic was inspired by the recent Model UN conference that I went to, and for anyone who is still in school, I definitely recommend you go! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, because this is basically exactly what happens lol. Heeeeere we go!

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Keith & choices

/ okay im gonna flesh this out sometime perhaps but I’m sat here kind of screaming!!! so. 

 we’ve seen that Keith will and does choose Voltron time and time again. In s1 he always sees the bigger picture and understands that there are bigger things than you own personal emotions. BoM and the knife challenges everything Keith thinks he stands he for. I don’t think Keith’s biggest fear is actually being alone or abandoned- that’s definitely a BIG part of something he fears he definitely DOES fear this and abandonment. 

But I think BoM proved that Keith fears are so deeply rooted in making the wrong choice between the greater good and his own personal feelings

For the entire trial he is putting himself first (and that’s not exactly selfish I mean - this is something deeply important to him and he is compelled to know.) but his projections and mind clearly keep showing this juxtaposition between Keith keeping the knife and finding out his past or leaving it behind and staying with team Voltron - forgetting about it. Walk away from the knife and everything he DESPERATELY wants to know, or walk away from the team and the UNIVERSE. 

And you can see that this choice is tearing him apart literally. 

Because in s1 we him many many times showing the ability to make tough calls and put his own feelings aside for the team. it will be on his hands if he’s not there to pilot red and form Voltron with the others. Keith can think objectively and rationally - like with not going after Allura. 

Then look at that moment in s1 with Pidge wanting to leave to find her family, telling her “EVERYONE in the universe has families” and by leaving to find hers she putting EVERYONE in danger and Voltron won’t be able to save people and we see HOW UPSET and angry he is about that. 

BUT!!!!! BUT!!!!! BUT IN BOM HE IS TERRIFIED THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT HE IS AFRAID HE’S DOING RIGHT NOW. but he’s not going to stop. 

so his mind is really hammering this in: does he really believe in the greater good, can he truly follow it to the end or is he going to keep chasing this past? can he do both? should he do both? what kind of paladin is he if he’s doing this?

I think the scene in the shack is really important for this too because he sees the galra attacking and immediately he’s like “I have to go people need me red’s up there waiting people need me” and then his dad in his HEAD (important - these are all Keith’s perceptions of people and events which are SHAPED by how he sees HIMSELF rn) is like “but what about who you are don’t you want to know" 

 and Keith pauses because holy shit of course he wants to know he’s been grappling with this for so long. but he still is going to the door he can hear things being destroyed and people dying and worlds burning like he says himself he CAN’T just hang around and stand here when that’s going on and he can do something about it. 

 and then THEN Keith is given a choice. ”If you walk through that door you’ll never know who you really are“. And it’s after a moment that Keith makes the choice to leave here. 

There’s so much more to talk about here but im focusing on choices and I just…. have been thinking for so long about Keith having a difficult decision to make further down the line. i’ve bene thinking about this since s1 and s2 has kind of made it feel even more like a possibility. 

Because he did something for himself here, you can see in his mind how much he’s struggling with that decision ”you’re just thinking of yourself as usual" / “you’ve chosen to be ALONE.” - 

the whole of s2 so far Keith has been trying to suppress his own feelings (but he’s such an explosive chaotic mess my god this poor boy he is so turbulent and unstable) and keep what’s going on to himself keep it together for the team - but he’s always so concerned that he’s putting everyone in danger because of his own actions and the knife which ISN’T for anyone but himself. 

 This is Heavy Stuff. 

 Keith shows how much he would give time and time again to team Voltron, to the CAUSE and the greater good. But. But. We ….. also know there is something else that gives Keith virtually complete tunnel-vision i would go as far to say because well i mean there is plenty of evidence for this. So, there is something - more accurately someone - Keith looks out for time and time again, someone Keith would do whatever it takes to keep safe and vows to their face “nothing is going to happen to you” he’s so determined to make sure that’s the case. 

Shiro. 

And I just am….. okay I’m writing about this more sometime but Keith could be so easily manipulated by an enemy through using shiro even in his own mind in BoM. the things Keith has done for shiro and will do are aligned with what he would do for Voltron and the greater good. But if there’s a bigger choice that has every capability of really testing keith further and tearing him apart completely, being the hardest thing he’s probably ever had to do: 

It is placing these two things against each other.  Team Voltron, the UNIVERSE or Shiro.

One person (which Keith has expressed on a handful of occasions cannot be placed above the universe or the mission you have to set it aside and move forwards get on with the task and you can’t comprise the bigger picture for yourself) set against the entire universe. 

TLDR: Keith does fear being abandoned and being alone. A big insecurity is how people see him and read his actions (but he’ll still do whatever it takes and say what needs to be said even if it means people thinking the worst of him and that insecurity being met - that’s cold even for you.) 

But Keith also fears not being able to do the greater good and being selfish. Keith fears making choices for his own reasons, making a wrong choice.

The event alluded to in the Zodiac gacha notice has finally been officially announced! Dance of the Zodiac -New Year’s Prayer- will start at 17:00 JST on 2/3 after maintenance and run to 16:59 JST on 2/9.  As our idols dress up in luxurious outfits as the members of the Zodiac, go around the shrine and offer up your own dance to them!

Like Taisho Roman, this is a Mission event.  Complete the available Missions in each Stage to move on.  Except for the Boss at the very end of the event, you cannot complete Missions simultaneously; you must choose a Mission to work toward and complete them one at a time, though you can switch Missions at any time.  Keep in mind that some Missions will require you to achieve their task in one play, while others may need more than one play.

Completing Missions and Stages will earn you various rewards, and clearing every Stage will earn you a special badge.  In addition, playing event lives will earn you event items that you can use in the Clearing House.

As previously mentioned, the Zodiac cards will give you a 20% bonus on event items gained in event lives.

Finally, your game needs to be updated to version 2.4.0 (iOS) or 2.4.1 (Android) in order to participate.

Good luck in the event!

anonymous asked:

May I request an Aku scenario where his s/o's been unconscious for more than a month bc of an accident that happened during a mission, but they finally wake up? Please & thank you :^)

yes you can! i apologize, my writing is a little rusty, so it took me a while to get this out! 2k words of akutagawa coming up!

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i. necklaces of my memories

Akutagawa Ryunosuke is never quite able to feel lonely here - not entirely, at least, because he knows he is not alone in this room, your still form and steady beep of the machines the only thing to keep him company. The infirmary room is barren, almost devoid of the personal decorations that make all things you. It’s nearly been a month, but he is patient enough to wear the days without hearing your voice, without seeing the spark in your [e/c] eyes, without feeling the slightest brush as you slip by on light feet, simply because he needs no prompting to remember you.

With all the years that you have known each other, from the first day he saw the tip of your knife blade at his face to the day both of you realized you had somehow managed to be at the right place at the right time, it is impossible to forget a single aspect.

Gaze landing on the lamp by the bed, Akutagawa stares at the necklaces tied to the side. They served only to gather dust for you; to him, it means so much more. Three, for the most important moments of your life, you had claimed. Proof that it had happened, dust to emphasize a path facing forward.

Gin had brought them over a week earlier, quietly skirting around her brother. No words of reassurance or comfort were exchanged, merely a touch to his shoulder, and then she was gone.

Akutagawa grimaces at the abrupt noise his chair makes, scraping against the tile floor, as he draws himself closer to examine the charms. He had looked at them before, numerous times, but now it is more than that.

It is reliving.

ii. emerald green, falsely glittering and cheaply made

You were Mori’s puppet, they called you. Only a year younger, he had decided to avoid crossing paths with you whenever possible. Age was a mere number to you, for his did not daunt you at all. Perhaps it had been because your experience was far greater than his, or perhaps it was because you could not feel fear anymore. He had seen your kills, your blades flashing in the night faster than anyone could react, and your evasion skills had you thwarting even Dazai.

A protégé of the mafia boss himself - Akutagawa learned to be wary long before the two of you exchanged words. There was nothing between you, only colleagues in a life too dark for those as young as you had once been.

But time changes people, just as a river can carve a canyon. Slowly, surely, and unstoppable. It weathers them, erodes, and shapes.

“You know,” you said one night, perched on the railings of Akutagawa’s fire escape, hair whipping in the wind and legs tucked around the bar to avoid falling off. “You’re not bad to work with.”

His eyes snapped towards yours, instantly on guard. You smiled at him, an expression that he admitted was charming, albeit grudgingly. The turtle charm glistened at your throat - a gift from Mori, he later learned - as you laughed.

“Why so suspicious of me all the time?”

It wasn’t a hard question to answer. You were the same as Dazai, somehow, in a way that tied you close to the organization and in a way that had influenced you growing up. Without so much a thought of how it must sound to you, Akutagawa lets the words slip out.

“You are Mori’s,” he replies. Opening his mouth to continue, he pauses, and closes it, leaving the rest hanging in the air.

It’s impossible to put trust in you if you look carefully at the others.

He leaves you there, eyebrows raised and gaze contemplative.

The next time he sees you, the necklace is gone.

iii. clockwork gold, solemnly watchful and artfully crafted

You liked to fall asleep in Akutagawa’s bed. No questions were asked, sometimes no words were exchanged. It was a side-effect from spending a few too many hours together on a late-night mission, one that stemmed solely from convenience. There was nothing personal in it, nothing special to it. Only two young people, fast asleep after grueling work.

Besides, you always disappeared by the time he would wake up.

As long as you did not cause him trouble, he did not mind. You knew this well, but it never stopped you - his sociable side was practically nonexistent, and friendliness a foreign concept, yet you, you who grew up with Dazai and Q, hardly seemed to care.

It was only work.

It’s only work, he tells himself. He repeats it, over and over, and it almost becomes a sort of mantra to him.

When he finds himself buying you fifty chicken nuggets in the middle of the night, fifty that you barely manage to finish even when sharing most of it with Gin and the sudden Tachihara, who for some reason found it reasonable to pop up from almost nowhere stifling laughter.

When he finds himself helping you escape Mori every week or so, albeit not for long, just so you could get outside during the day without needing to blow things up, and that is when he discovers his natural ability to sprint in the other direction when the boss turns the corner.

When he finds himself helping you search the entire city for a simple owl necklace - such a small thing, but for whatever reason, it means so much to you.

When he realizes that you are far closer to him than he ever intended.

The owl watched him, peeking out from under the pillow. You laughed when you found it, and he couldn’t help the smile creeping onto his face.

iv. striking platinum, freshly bloomed and forever preserved

It took him seven months to figure out what it meant, the platinum leaf charm dangling from the chain around your neck. The ranks had changed in the Port Mafia, yet you remained much higher than him, a vital player in the game Mori has set up, but time forges its own kind of meaning between the two of you.

“I like it here,” you said, leaning against the metal railing. Akutagawa couldn’t tell if you mean his fire escape, where you so often love to visit without stepping inside the apartment, or something else.

“What do you mean?” he asked, and his grip, in a hold he had never thought he would associate with you, loosened. Straightening, you pulled away from his embrace with a small smile adorning your features. As you moved to reply, you reached and unhooked the necklace, handing it to him.

“Here,” was the answer you offer. “I won’t be long, so don’t worry about me.”

Akutagawa scoffed and said, “Of course I won’t,” even though he knew, and you knew, that he would worry anyway. It was your first truly solo mission in months, one you would be going on without him. Your partnership had never been set in stone - it could hardly be called one at all - but even so your paths frequently overlapped and ran the same course.

“Sure,” you sighed. Teasingly, you tugged at his hair before quickly stepping out of his reach before he can retaliate. “Do you have any last words?”

Hearing this, Akutagawa allowed the tension from his muscles to ease just a little. He was not sure what drives him to say what he did, but he knows now that he would never take it back.

“When you return, let’s try something new.”

You blinked, and your gaze flicked from the leaf hanging from his fingers to his face and down again. Curiosity danced through your eyes, barely readable in the dark night, and you nodded once.

“Sure. Let’s.”

v. things you missed

Shouts.

Shouts in the middle of the night, Gin shaking him not awake but from a restless daze and a nagging worry that something was wrong, so very wrong, and in that moment he knew. He could not deny it, and he did not want to, only staring, anchored in place when his eyes fell on the limp figure that was you.

Your hand was cold, devoid of life save for the gentle pulse that anchored you to this world.

There was nothing disbelieving in his gaze. The very nature of his work, his life, would not allow it. For him, there was numbness.

Numbness, spreading through his veins and into his muscles and into his mind.

No.

It shouldn’t have happened this way. Something, somehow, went awry that night, and it left even Mori at a loss for words, if just for a moment.

The next, he had no choice but to respond, because Akutagawa had snapped his stare up to the man in front of him and he was alert and he was furious and he would not be stopped. Nobody bothered to try - all it took was a nod from Mori, a glance at the comatose assassin, and he was off to complete your mission in a far bloodier method.

He found your targets, laughing in a pub, those fools, about how they, they, took down Mori’s protégé just like that. They sneered at him, half-drunk, and goaded him, and told him that he was nobody compared to you, so why would he expect to be able to do what you cannot? He should be back at the Port Mafia headquarters, they continued, punishing you for not doing the job properly.

Akutagawa didn’t listen, not even to pick apart their twisted and insensible logic. He only saw their mouths moving, and he attacked.

Rashomon is no comparison to you, but it is enough to splatter blood across the bar, and enough for the police to be able to find nothing but scattered remains when they came across the scene thirty minutes later.

vi. awakening

“How long have you been here?”

Your voice is raspy, a bit tired, unused for over four weeks, but it catches his attention. His head snaps in your direction, to you who is smiling faintly in his direction. For a moment he gapes, not quite registering the fact that your eyes are open, that you are finally, finally awake, and then his hand falls away from the cold charms.

“You - ” Akutagawa cuts himself off, regaining composure quickly enough to ensure your first moments of waking up are not of him making a fool of himself.

“Me,” you say, drawing out the syllable. A teasing light dances in your eyes. “Is that all you have to say?”

Slowly, he blinks, the gears in his mind ceasing to function for a brief second. “Are you - are doctors supposed to - ”

Your eyebrows rise, and you do not answer. At least, you don’t say anything helpful - like you always do, when you find something you can hardly deem to be important. “Shouldn’t you be the one who knows? You’ve been worrying, haven’t you?”

He should have realized what kind of response he would receive, one that reminds him exactly how well you know him.

“For good reason,” he finds himself shooting back, defensive even though there is nothing accusatory in your tone. “It’s been over a month.”

There is a pause, silence only broken by the machine tracking your heartbeat. Then -

“A month?” you ask. Your voice has gained the slightest bit of strength, volume rising enough for him to pick up on an underlying question. He doesn’t know what it is, and he hates not knowing, but he realizes it’s something you would not touch upon until you figure out what little changes have altered the world around you.

Akutagawa inhales sharply before answering.

“Yes. A month without hearing your infuriating remarks.”

Your lips curl into a grin, the familiar one you don whenever you realize you’ve ruffled his feathers just right, and your eyes drift shut again.

“And here I was, thinking that you wanted to try something new. How about you tell me what I’ve missed? After you call a doctor, of course.”

meditations

Speak to me wisdom, tell me how kindness towards myself makes of the sky kimchi blue even when it is torn in two.

Speak to me my ancestors, tell me your stories, show me the links of our chains; speak of your scars, your sorrows with intent to warn; with intent that I may harbor a joyfulness in my soul nevertheless.

Speak to me music. Speak to me art. Speak to me poetry. Bring me your vines; your three graces. Twine your ardor to my thinned veins. Give me depth, scope; a preponderance to be genuine. Give me prudence, in the way religion cannot. Make me vivid; whole and vastly different. Give my feeble hands purpose; my heart its mission. Be the altar where I may relinquish freely.

Speak to me my loved one. Your voice carries the richness of the earth. You are the chord of celestial completeness between our bodies. The mystery of a forsaken island, I cannot forget. Your being is the warmest summer day and your songs are the shade under a hilltop tree. You are the locket on a chain I keep open for the world to see. Speak and radiate.

Speak to me life. Speak to me as you do. Do not go silent. I wish to learn and I wish to love more and more of you.

anonymous asked:

wait your dnd character died? do you mind if i ask what happened? :0

he’s! not entirely dead actually!! i cannot emphasize how not completely dead he is because it’s important!

two of our party were on a rogue info-gathering mission and ended up in a dragon’s lair just in time for said dragon to come home. the dragon spotted the other party member in the dark, and because my character ha(s/d?) darkvision has saw that she was going to get attacked. due to some fancy fae friendship magic he was able to divert the blast from hitting her….. but ended up taking the full 40 points of cold damage himself

anyways. the character sheet tells a story:

but he was wearing a ring of mindshielding at the time that this happened, so his soul is now trapped inside it? and he also has very persistent friends (and a kind dm) who are going to figure out some way to get him back, i am confident

FicRec Masterlist

Okay everyone. I’ve been hoarding a lot of Captain America fanfiction in my bookmarks page and it needs to go somewhere. So I decided to compile a gigantic list of fanfiction that I’ve read and enjoyed. Some of it is Stucky, some  Buckynat, some Gen, a lot of angst. Please reblog to share. Here we go. 

Gen Fics

The Care and Feeding of Traumatized Ex-Assassins by Sholio - Steve starts to notice someone’s been in his apartment while he’s not there. Set after Winter Soldier; spoilers. Here’s the author’s tumblr.

Strawberries in Wintertime by Sholio“Everyone we know is trying to kill us,” Natasha said as soon as he opened the door. Sam opened his mouth. “Just kidding,” she went on, perfectly deadpan but now with the faintest trace of a smile. “Steve, you need new friends.” Or, how Sam’s apartment turns into a hangout for superheroes, spies, and rogue assassins.

By Choice or By Habit by SholioHe is useful. He holds onto that. He is useful and a useful tool will not be thrown away. 

Lay Back, Lay Back by Ultrageekatlarge - Bucky can’t sleep.

All the Leaves are Brown (And the Sky is Gray) by AvocadoLoveThe Winter Soldier’s mission is nearly complete. Howard and Maria Stark are dead, leaving him to dispatch their four-year-old child. One quick twist of the neck is all it will take, but the Soldier finds he cannot do it. So instead of killing Tony Stark, the Winter Soldier takes him away to raise as his own.

Running Through My Veins (An American Masquerade) by cheesethesecondFor all Steve’s bravado, his disregard and his blind determination, Bucky knows that neither of them thought they’d end up here—Bucky, with a body full of poison and secrets, a head full of landmines; Steve, with the weight of a nation on his newly-formed shoulders; both of them, with eyes for each other first.At least that part isn’t new. (Or, Bucky Barnes, from the rescue to the Commandos.) Here’s the author’s tumblr

Team-Building Exercises by owletIntegration into adult human social dynamics requires attention and effort. Especially with this bunch of damaged bozos.

User’s Guide to HYDRA’s Enhanced Manpower Asset by rokhalA classic fandom format finds a horrifyingly apt application.

Karma’s a Bitch by KiaraSayreSteve and Sam get Bucky a dog. The regrets begin almost immediately.

Color By Numbers by vitolielThe Soldier came up with the plan in his spare time, though he never actually believed he’d put it into practice. Hydra’s reach seemed too complete – too powerful – to actually consider running. But he thought about it.And then the man stopped fighting. And he said he knew him. And the Soldier felt…felt… He knew what he felt was important. So, he ran.

A Thousand Miles From Comfort by alwayswithatoneofsurpriseJust when the avengers were sort of getting a handle on having a silent 98 year old brainwashed ex-hydra super soldier assassin in their midst, a day that starts far too early, breaks with a pint sized, wide eyed James Buchanan Barnes, metal arm hanging by his side and still as silent as the deadly assassin he was that very morning. Kid!Bucky. Here’s the author’s tumblr.

And I Am Always With You by LauralotHe tries to reach out to Steve, but he can’t feel his arm. It’s too cold. Everything is cold save for his blood and Steve’s smile. Long after Bucky forgets his own name, he remembers “Steve." 

How To Train Your Brainwashed Ex-Assassin by teenagemutantninjamushroom (TeenageMutantNinjaFangirl) - His mission is to help Bucky, not punish the Winter Soldier, and he’s the only person he trusts enough to be able to make that distinction.

(Stucky and Buckynat Fics under the cut. It was getting really long)

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anonymous asked:

Hello! First thing first, I love your answers! I recently started following you, and I haven't bit disappointed one bit! Now, for the reaction request! Could I have a "damsel in distress" situation with the companions? But for minor things like.. Danse having his foot stuck in some wireing and can't get free because of giant suit, or killing a spider because someone is afraid! Just small, cute, and fluffy gestures uwu Love you!!

Of course you can anon and thank you so much I’m so glad you enjoy them! Love you too anon! ^-^ 

This is also the 1000 celebration post! A bit of fluff for this one :D

Cait: Cait was having trouble with a particularly tricky bottle that refused to open and almost broke it in frustration. Sole came in to the rescue and wrapped their hands around hers which were subsequently round the bottle. As Sole popped off the top with a gentle nod to indicate a job well done, Cait gave a them quick peck on the cheek to show her gratitude, followed by a playful punch to the arm and a goofy face, she was already smiling again.

Codsworth: Codsy was trying to keep the house clean when he struck a paint can that engaged a domino effect that led to the whole shelf rack falling down. Codsworth was the only thing stopping it from collapsing entirely. Sole rushed in to scout out the commotion and couldn’t help but giggle a little at the sight of Codsworth almost trying to juggle all of these miscellaneous objects. “Uhh Sir/Mum… a little assistance? Please?” Sole gladly helped Codsworth and to make him feel better broke out the polish and buffer. They made Codsworth look as good as new again.

Curie:  She was not used to feeling pain so when she pricked her thumb on a thorn, while out picking flowers, she was certain she was going to die. Sole came running to the sound of screams to find Curie curled up in a ball holding her thumb and whimpering, Sole rolled their eyes with a gentle smile and picked up their big baby Curie. Sole patched her up and gave her thumb a little kiss to make it better. Later on Sole returned with the flowers, except now all tied into a bunch with a little ribbon and presented it, with a big cheese-ball smile, to Curie. She blushed and on her tippy toes she gave sole a quick but loving kiss to Sole’s lips, showing her love for her gift

Danse: In his bulky power armour Danse had gotten himself caught on some torn barbed wire ;). Danse riggled his leg feverishly to get himself free but alas could not. When Sole walked over with thier “Danse what the fuck are you doing? look” Danse in despair replied to Sole’s expression “It’s hopeless soldier… I’m… I’m done for… I’m stuck and cannot get free… go on without me and complete the mission” Sole was in such a trauma from Danse’s dumb ass antics, they sighed all the way over to him and sighed even more when the say it was a stray, ragged strand of old wire that inhibited him. They pulled away and held it to his face, with their own look of “Really Danse?” Danse had gone an unusual bright red “Well, er…. L-lets er…carry on” Sole just thinking to themselves “Big doofus…”

Deacon: “SHIT, WHERE ARE MY GLASSES?!?!” Deacon ran scrambling about trying to find them, Sole simply sat with their head in their hands as Deacon ran about relentlessy “I CAN’T DO MY DISGUISE WITHOUT THEM!” Sole walked over and stopped Deacon in his tracks, holding him as he panted from his frantic searching. Like with Danse Sole donned a “Really Deacon?” look on their face as they reached up to Deacon’s pompadour, then pulled back shading his eyes. Deacon sheepishly reached out to his face, “Ah, er… there they are… err…” They were on his head the whole time…Deacon had turned a bright red from his senior moment.

Dogmeat: Whimpering an awful lot and struggling to walk, Dogmeat eventually curled up in his bed with his head hidden. Sole came over as the sight of Dogmeat in pain weighed heavy on them. Sole gave him the once over and found it was actually a thorn that had stabbed into Dogmeat’s paw. With a quick jolt the thorn was gone and Dogmeat was full of life again, thanking Sole with a barrage of wet dog kisses to the face.

Hancock: He’d got wasted the night before, barely knew what was going on when he tried to get dressed, tripping over as he did so. Suddenly everything was dark. No sound, void of light. Hancock cried out for Sole “HELP! HELP ME LOVE! I CAN’T SEE!” Sole footsteps were heard shooting up the stairs, but they couldn’t see Hancock? They heard his cries coming from the other side of a door, upon opening and flooding Hancock’s eyes with light he flopped out on the floor “Thank god you came… I… I was in some place…. darkness all around me…” “Hancock” Sole replied sternly but with a laugh starting to creep through “You were in the closet…” Sole internally dying at Hancock’s drunken antics, they thought to themselves “For christs sake Hancock” trying not to laugh out loud as they did so.

MacCready: The night before he had a couple nightmares about getting hurt in combat and when he woke in a cold sweat the fear became very real. There was no sensation on his legs?!? “Oh my god… Oh my god… OH MY GOD I CAN’T FEEL MY LEGS!!!” Sole woke in a flustered haze, muttering “Huh… wha..” When Mac explained in tears to Sole that he couldn’t feel his legs, Sole looked down in horror. Then looked at Mac, then back at his legs, then back at Mac. “Mac… you do know right that… those are my legs…” “Oh er… really? oh thank god…” He replied, Sole flopping back down onto their pillow, exhausted from the day and from the mad antics that had just taken place.

Nick: Nick and Sole were exploring an old department store when Sole accidentally set off something. A horrifying whaling filled the room and made Nick jump out of his synthetic, falling apart, skin. “IT’S THE INSTITUTE! THEY’RE HERE!” Nick almost started to unload his revolver at moving shadows when Sole flicked on the lights. “Nick… it was a hair dryer, calm your synthetic ass down metal man :3″ Sole stood by the light switch, watching Nick fumble as he tried to compose himself “Could’ve been the Institute you know…” Nick’s voice turned a little sheepish after his outburst at a wild imagination.

Piper: Sole could hear her screaming and immediately bolted to her aid, when they got out they saw Piper covered in ink trying to stop the printer from squirting more all over the place. As it quickly stopped mere seconds later, Pipers frustration almost brought on slight tears. Luckily Blue was there to help, they took Piper in their arms and handed her a towel to wipe away the ink and creeping tears. Sole quickly left and then returned as quick as they’d gone, they sent Piper up for a hot bath and to relax her trembling anxiety. About an hour or so later Piper came down with a towel wrapped around her precariously. She was in complete shock “Blue… you… you… the printer? It’s fixed!” Sole had scrapped an old set of power armour, used it to fix and rebuild Piper’s printer, fully loaded with ink and polished to a high shine. Piper’s world had lit up as she jumped at Blue to thank them with a rapid succession of kisses all over their surprised face. 

Preston: While traversing the wealth, Preston felt his coat get grabbed by something. In his mind “OH God…. they got me… I’m already dead I know it” Whereas out loud “GENERAL… H-HELP ME!!!” Sole sprinted to assist but when they got their, they just simply put their hand to their face following a sighed laugh. A certain “Preston pls” look as they strolled to Preston’s coat. “Preston… no one’s got you” They said reassuringly “Your coat is snagged on this branch ya big doofus” Preston’s cheeks grew a warm red, as the blood rushed to his face, he felt a tiny bit stupid about the whole thing. He gave his general a quick peck on the cheek as a thank you.

Strong: Somehow Strong had managed to get his head wedged in an old cat flap after chasing one of the strays that sometimes passed through sanctuary hills. With Sole’s handy work and a trusty screwdriver Strong was free of the door in no time, although the flap was still stuck. Strong considered it a gift from Sole “Strong thank human for… helping strong with stuck head. Human never saw did they?” To humour Strong, Sole of course played along, they still think of it every time they strong, or any household pet.

X6-88: Like Curie X6 was new to pain, being so highly skilled in combat meant he never got hit. When X6 caught himself of a shard of glass and saw the blood come fourth “Sir/ma’am… I think… I think I might be dying. Yes… I’m sure I’m dying” Sole gave him a bit of a puzzled look at X6′s dramatics and carried on to wrap his cut in a bandage. Giving X6 a soft jab to his arm to show Sole both cared and thought he was a tiny bit dramatic. When X6′s cut got a little better it graduated to a hug for the big synth cinnamon hunk.

A special fluff post for breaking 1000 followers, I wanted to get this one done to celebrate and it is a very late 2 am here xD. But thank you guys so much for everything, this blog would be nothing without your support so thank you! I love all you guys <3 ^-^

Iz’s Fic Rec MasterPost: Overwatch

Hello everyone, my name is Iz and I read a lot of fanfic. A lot. A somewhat appalling amount to be honest. Today is Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day and just like last year, I’m determined to send some love to my fav fics and writers by compiling some massive rec lists for the various fandoms I read up on. Please note that these are only my personal favorites: there’s so much good work across fandoms and everyone should be acknowledged for the great work they do here. So that being said….

Symmarah:

Gather the Ends: @smokehill

Summary:

“Call me Pharah, but if you scream in terror a few times I’ll get the message. Now, hands in front, you’re going to fly with me.”

Symmetra bungles a midnight mission, makes a friend, and then finds destiny. Or something. (Complete, PG)

My rec: Look man, this fic sold me on this ship. It sold me. It came into my room, kicked down the door, said “Iz, you’re gonna embrace this ship and you’re gonna do it now” and I just was forced onto the ride. It was a good ride. Entirely worth the ride to be honest. Live the dream. Accept this fic as the ship fic we deserve. Live the dream. 

McHanzo

First off, I have a whole list of recs for this ship here and they remain as excellent as ever. If you haven’t read any of these pieces by talented authors, please give them a look: they’re worth your time. Since I posted that, there’s been more great work out of that side of the fandom, and here are some of those pieces that are worth a mention. 

A Lesson on Gravity: chopsticks

Summary: Five years after the Second Omnic Crisis, Commander Jesse McCree is the current face of Overwatch, much to his own chagrin. However, there is little time to complain when his days are filled with slews of meetings, a constant threat of monkeys falling from the moon, and memories of an ex-boyfriend that just won’t leave him be. (M, WIP)

My Rec: A yes, angst. Sweet, sweet, angst. This puppy just started up and while it’s a WIP, it’s a damn good one, which promises to break my heart and then leave me crying on the sidewalk. Hanzo had to get married to someone else for reasons yet revealed, McCree is still a wreck over it, and the sexual tension will likely kill us all. Also worth a look just for Jesse and Fareeha being the best friends we deserve. Wonderful characterization, wonderful writing, wonderful pain. 

Weeds or WildflowersIlyen

Summary: A mission where Hanzo has to draw out Yakuza agents by pretending he’s back to reclaim the Shimada empire. It goes as well as you’d expect. (M, WIP) 

My Rec: This puppy just came out and man is it a doozey. Terrible angst, just warning you, but angst worth checking out. The characterization here is just lovely, the relationship is well built, and the entire situation (avoiding spelling it out because spoilers) is terrible to watch unfold because you know what is bound to happen and you can’t stop it. Absolutely worth the heartbreak. I’ll be refreshing this until the cows come home until the next update. 

A Long Wayholdontoyourhulahoops

Summary: Hanzo and Genji have a long overdue conversation. (G, Complete)

My Rec:  While this is a McHanzo fic, it’s more of a brotherly bonding fic than anything and that makes it great. There’s so much good insight here into both Shimada brothers, into why Hanzo is so guarded and Genji’s protective nature. Honestly, I cannot give it enough praise. And the end scene is just quality. Shower it in love. 

Every Other Freckle: barghest

Summary: Highschool junior Jesse McCree needs a prom date. New student Hanzo Shimada needs a friend. (T, Complete) 

My Rec: The high school Au we deserve! Let me sing my praises about this fic always and forever. Great character dynamics? You got it. Slow build? You got it. McCree being the best friend/soon to be boyfriend ever? Bam, done. A Halloween scene? God bless. Treat yourself. Read this fic. 

Back Home: ObsidianCoffe

Summary: McCree is back from a long mission and Hanzo is having so many feelings. (T, Complete)

My Rec: Look man, I’m a sap for relationships where the banter has no bite and everyone really cares about each other but is too emotionally repressed to say it out loud. Which is why this fic gets me, because it’s clear everyone is having so many feels but no one is willing to put them into text. Plus, it’s a clear one shot with striking prose that is absolutely worth your time. The situation shown here is heartfelt, devastating in a quiet way, and I hope to see it explored more in canon. Also, check out the linked art! It’s amazing!

Reaper76

Painless: @wantonlywindswept

Summary: Gabriel turns himself over to the new Overwatch to finally get his body fixed, and is greeted by a face he thought he’d never see again. (G, Complete) 

My Rec: I don’t read a lot of this ship: I’m picky and it will be my downfall. But this fic man. This fic. I love this fic. It’s just…so pure. A literal summary is “ex’s realize the other isn’t dead, feels” Just, it’s a feel good piece with so much quality emotion and incredible writing.  Worth your time. 

Pokemon Sun & Moon: Post-game

Last Updated: 06/20/2017

Since I have yet to see a comprehensive list of just what all it is you can do after beating the game, I thought I’d compile what I know of here. It kind of goes without saying, but there will be spoilers.

I’ll organize them by island to make it easier.

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Dear fellow brother and sister starseeds currently inhabiting planet Earth,

By this time, you know who you are. Or you at least know in your heart and soul that your light being originated from a star system that is not the one you currently inhabit. Whether you know yourself to be Pleiadian, Andromedan, Sirian, or the like, we call on you now to ascend into your higher self starseed being. It is time to shed the human ego and transcend all that keeps you imprisoned in 3D bondage.

As we told you before, YOU are the ones you have been waiting for. And now is the time for you all to rise and shine your light onto the truth of the power and control you have subjected yourselves to for so very long now. You are there to free humanity from its own debt slavery, human trafficking, poverty, war, environmental destruction, and planet resource stripping. You are there to usher in the new, positive energy and not only witness, but to participate in the “changing of the guards.” For you, dear starseeds, are the new guardians of planet Earth, and it is you who will educate those still slumbering about the new, peaceful way of living, without fear and in full confidence that your lives are meant to be fair, free and enjoyed to the fullest as you nourish your mother, Gaia, back to health while instituting the technology that enables free energy to sustain the entire planet.

You have waited long enough to blossom into your full power and potential, dear ones. Now is the time to believe in yourselves and your personal power. Now is the time to gather together with your fellow starseeds and to begin developing your grand master plan which has been encoded within you since the day you incarnated into physical form. You all have a piece of the puzzle, and it is time to share your piece with the others to create the big picture, which you all have a snapshot of in your mind’s eye. You all know in your hearts how this will play out. It is time to begin using your telepathic and visionary gifts and sharing them with one another. The faster and sooner the better!

You have a communication web that you all created for yourselves to use exactly for this time. It is now time for you to telepathically access that web of unity collective consciousness and begin filling it with your visions and heart knowledge/wisdom. Only starseeds of the proper vibration can begin using this web. If you cannot access it, then you need to work on your personal vibration. I am now sending out a visionary symbol that will give you access to this communication web. Close your eyes now and look to your mind’s eye to see it. This is what you must envision in order to gain secure access to the web. It is already encoded within you, so, if you are meant to see it, you will, and it will give you complete access to the web once you envision it if you are in correct, heart-centered vibration when you do so.

Many of you starseeds are clustered close together within various regions throughout your planet, and you are all encoded with your personal missions. Those you are living close to in proximity are all assigned to the same mission or missions that are linked to one another. Remember, you each hold a key piece to the puzzle, and each of you is needed at this time to contribute your piece. Do not hold back your energy from this project or your mission. The big picture cannot be complete without you. Trust us when we tell you that you KNOW in your HEART what your mission is.

Drop all fears and grievances now for the sake of your planet and all of the people you love so dearly. Become heart-centered, joyful and loving. You are needed. Immediately.

One people, one planet, one love.

Please relax and focus your intentions and connect to the web of unity consciousness. NOW is the time.

All our love and protection to you.

—  January 30, 2014 freerspirit.com

gahbeedee  asked:

hey there, thank you for your blog. i have been going through a breakup the past month (we are both christians) and wondering if you've made any posts on this topic.

Hey there dear friend, I’m sorry for all that’s happening, and here are a few things that I hope may be helpful for you.

- Break-ups are, almost step by step, the same process as grief. It seems silly, but breaking up with someone also means saying goodbye to everything that person was. Their presence, their texts, their smells and laughter and even the annoying way they shake their leg when watching a movie: you’ll be constantly reminded of all these little quirks, and each day, will have to remember and embrace that they’re now gone.

- Break-ups are pretty hard. In the grand scheme of things, a break-up is a rather normal part of life (I’ll get to that in a second), but I think most grown people are pretty quick to dismiss how hard it really is. You shouldn’t feel silly about how emotional and up-and-down this process is. Some days you’ll be fine, and some days you’ll be crying your eyes out or cussing out the sky.

- A break-up isn’t the end of the world. There may have been many promises made and a lot of sweeping romantic plans for the future together, but no, a break-up isn’t a world-ending event. They happen. Two people may be perfectly wonderful people, but the timing wasn’t right or they discovered they weren’t compatible, and that’s okay. It’s hard, but you won’t always feel the same splinter of grief like you do now. Break-ups are built into the eventualities of life.

- Be ready for social fall-out and a lot of uncertain discomfort. If you and your ex shared a lot of friends or you’ve hung out in the same places (such as church), then expect a lot of clumsy, uncomfortable shuffling as everyone tries to re-organize their standing with you. Some of your “close friends” might choose your ex as their new company. It really, really hurts, but 1) it doesn’t mean they’re a terrible person, 2) everyone processes things differently, and 3) no one is taught how to handle these things with cordial panache. It’s easy to get bitter in this time as friends and family “pick sides,” but please consider that they might be just as confused as you are in this strange season, and when things settle, you can start figuring out how to assemble a new-normal as you initiate open discussions with the people who remain.

- To Christians: If you compromised your principles in your relationship, you’re not “less than” or “damaged goods.” You might get a lot of lecturing and “I-told-you-so” from preachers and unsolicited advice-givers, who all see your grief as the “consequences” of a “sinful” decision. And while it’s true you might have made some mistakes in your relationship (which is true of everything we do with our imperfect three lb. brains), you’re still just as eternally valued and treasured and prized in Christ. There’s so much bad teaching on “maintaining purity,” as if that’s the point of Christian-dating, that it makes us downright paranoid and self-condemning. Purity is not a trophy that you fight for, but a gift that God gives you already through His Son.

- Singleness is a really good season (and for some, a life-choice). Don’t rush to get out of it. I hope that the pain of a break-up won’t rush you into any half-formed decisions. I hope it won’t rush you back into recycling your ex, an even worse idea (it’s extremely rare that this works). I’ve seen this play out over and over (mostly in my past self), and it always leads to more trouble. You may have heard this a billion times, but it’s no less true: please take this time as a gift to learn and to laugh on your own, to cherish experiences without second-guessing, to really lean into Christ and your convictions without worrying how to dress or impress for someone you might be “attracted” to, to utilize your time and freedom for the opportunities that God is constantly presenting.

Trust me: there’s no other unique, God-given time like singleness, when you’re free to serve completely of yourself — and while marriage and raising children are wonderful gifts too, we cannot live with our heads in a possible future all the time, and singleness lends to a mobility and total mission-mindedness that cannot be found any other way.

J.S.

anonymous asked:

What if on a mission where Obi has to take bbAni Ani gets kidnapped by someone and Obi has a complete and utter freak out and NO NEGOTIATIONS CANNOT TAKE PLACE UNTIL MY CHILD IS FOUND SAFE AND SOUND UNDERSTOOD? And when Anakin is found Obi wan becomes increasingly over protective to the point where if anyone comes close to Anakin or asks to hold him Obi wan hisses at them

I promise you, friend, no one else got to hold Anakin for at least a MONTH after that incident, up to and including Qui-Gon and Bant, even. Yoda, like, chucked Anakin’s chin right after they came back and Obi-Wan almost BIT him.