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Cold

so if keith were to hypothetically wear lance’s jacket that might be,, yknow,,, cool

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Genre: angst

Word Count: 900 words (drabble)

Warnings: character disappearance, excessive use of the word fuck, terrible temperature metaphors

It was too warm. Too warm for the cold to still linger, but it was there nonetheless. And Keith worried he’d never truly feel warm again.

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The white road

I am 24 when my doctor tells me that I was abused. She doesn’t tell me what happened to me, or plant any memories that weren’t already there. She takes what I have told her and she puts it all inside those six letters, that one word.

Before she takes my memories and gives me that word, I tell her that I have made the appointment because I want to know why I can’t stand being touched. I tell her that I’m 24 and I’m sick of flinching when shop assistants hand me my change, just in case their fingers brush against my palm and there is that fire again, the one that rushes up from my bone to the membrane of my skin any time it comes into contact that I wasn’t expecting. I tell her that I have been trying to do this properly, from dating to everything else, and it’s like I’m blocked. It’s like I’m missing a piece of myself that makes me an adult, or perhaps even a human, and I don’t know where it’s gone.

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anonymous asked:

Head canon: instead of becoming coaches, Yuuri and Victor become commentators but instead of commentating, they just talk about how much they love each other

yES its all like:

Viktor: See how *insert skater name here* landed that quad flip!
Yuuri: Yes, it was really clean!
Viktor: Remember when you changed your quad toe loop to a flip just for me in competition?? *heart smile*
Yuuri: I remember that…
*getting all lovey and fluffy instead of commentating the routine*
Yurio: *snatches mic out of their hands* JUST SHUT UP ALREADY

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Sterek AU - “Princes” requested by felicitysmock:

“Your highness.” Derek gives a small, regal smile - and isn’t it funny, how such a thing as generic as a smile can convey rank in that way, betraying superiority over others - and releases Stiles’ hand from where he’d caught it mid-punch. (An accident. Mostly.)

“Prince Derek,” Stiles says, aiming for respectful decorum even through the tangible annoyance in his tone. When sneaking around the palace, he prefers not to be followed, and does not have control over his actions might he hear footsteps behind him. Hence, the near assault on the crown prince of Beacon Hills.

“You might find yourself in safer company with a sword for defense, instead of fists.”

Stiles smiles - sneers - politely. This is a game they’d often played when they were kids. Years have passed but Stiles still remembers the objective: to feign pleasantries so the Kings, their fathers, didn’t sense the dislike they had for each other. Normally they’d only play when they had an audience; they were currently alone.

Calmly: “I might find myself in safer company, if visiting nobility stayed in the guest quarters they were given.”

The smile that passes Derek’s lips this time is decidedly less princely, instead there’s a mischievousness Stiles recognizes from memories of 14-year-old Derek.

He says, “Apologies. It’s just you’re dressed for a ride, yet your waist is absent a scabbard.”

Here it was, the reason for sneaking around his own home. If Scott caught word that Stiles tried to ride to the camp his father was being held at to haggle for his release, he’d find himself tied to a chair until sense returned.

“I often go without a blade,” Stiles says, “As I never had the patience to hone the skill.”

He prefers to exploit enemies from the pages of books, is more useful crafting war strategies than leading the front line. He had, of course, the best teachers at his disposal and couldn’t have gone all his life without wielding a sword under their instructions, but there was a level of dedication that was needed to become fluent in the art. Stiles had directed that dedication elsewhere.

Now, on the brink of war, his father a flaunted captive of the Argents, and no one to represent the royal family on the battlefield but him, he wishes he’d have returned to the training ring more often than what was mandatory.

They were positioned close to one another in the palace hall, the wall torches making a show of wild shadows across Derek’s face. There was now a groomed beard where before were adolescent blemishes, there was a strong structured jaw, and a broadness that made their near-same height feel exaggerated.

Even more so when Derek leaned close in a manner of not wanting to be overheard, “War is inevitable.”

Stiles felt wholly aggravated at this point. “And?”

“And you can’t stop it. My parents will join as a display of loyalty to yours, and the both of us will end up on the field.”

None of this was unknown to him. “What would you have me do?”

A crease has formed between Derek’s dark eyebrows. Stiles lost track of when their game had stopped.

Like it was obvious, “I would have you not fall into a trap. Yes, I know you were visited with news of your father, you’d have to be blind to not see how eager you were to leave with the messenger.”

“Fall into a trap,” Stiles echoes, tone completely absent of the politeness from before. “You see me as a child, too naive to know the difference between truth and deceit?”

“I see you as desperate,” Derek argues, “As any son would be in your place. The Argents trade in master swordsmen, it is not speculation to say you can not win this way, it is truth. They will have stationed the best of their men to guard your father, and if you were to ride in, sword less, and alone, they would strike you down. Your kingdom would he heirless, your people without a ruler, those you love robbed of you-”

Stop.” Stiles fists his hair with both hands and turns from Derek, so the side of his face is visible only.

Long, aching moments pass where Stiles labores through the act of breathing. When it doesn’t take his whole strength to do so, he drops his hands, rings his fingers around his wrist, still turned from Derek.

His voice shakes, another sign of his weakness. “You think I don’t already know this?”

A noise of anger and disbelief parts from Derek’s lips. “Yet you would still go?”

“I would have this done,” Stiles closes his eyes. “Three months is a long time to wait for news of your father’s life.”

Another moment of silence passes. Then, Derek’s hand grips his elbow, stilling the restless movement of his arms.

“There are other ways.”

Stiles scoffs, an airy, short burst of laughter. “Have you already forgotten? I can’t wield a blade.”

He hasn’t let himself admit how much of a drawback this truly is. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure why he was admitting it to Derek now, they’d never been friends.

Stiles turns back around and finds Derek with a expression he isn’t familiar with. With a softness to it, it was wholly genuine.

Derek says, “I’ll teach you.”

“Thank you,” he whispers, his fingers running through the hairs on Aaron’s chest. His muscled, gorgeous, chest made all the more beautiful for it being Aaron’s.

“For what?” 

Aaron’s hand runs absentmindedly through Robert’s hair, gentle and soft and so loving Robert just sinks into it. Their relationship has always just been something Robert sinks into; after a long day, or a hard day, or any day, they fall back to each other, touching and kissing and talking with an ease that sometimes scares him.

“Today,” he says, his head lifting to meet Aaron’s gaze. 

Their legs are entangled, their naked bodies pressed against one another, still warm and slightly sweaty. They are relaxed in a way only really felt after intense release, and it’s almost the facet of their relationship Robert loves the most. Almost. 

“I can’t remember the last time I had such an amazing birthday,” Robert says and the corners of Aaron’s mouth lift in a small smile. 

“You’re just saying that because of all the s-”

“No, I’m not,” Robert interrupts. His hand goes to Aaron’s cheek, thumb caressing the skin there, before bends down and presses a sweet kiss to Aaron’s lips. 

“I love you Aaron,” he says, their lips inches apart. Their foreheads touch and it’s grounding, his mind overflowing. He has been in love before, but never as all-encompassing as it is with Aaron; heart bursting, toe-curling, ‘I can’t stop smiling’ love, and it’s moments like these where Robert doesn’t know how to contain it. 

Aaron pulls him back down, letting him rest his head on Aaron’s chest again as he continues running his hand through his hair. 

“I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you,” Aaron says quietly. “I wanted to show you how much I love you.” 

Robert’s heart swells, and he wraps his arms around Aaron’s middle, squeezing, holding him close. The nights he spent alone, on a sofa, sleepless, fitful, awful run through his mind and he holds on tighter to the most important thing in his world.

“You have,” Robert whispers, pressing his lips to Aaron’s skin. “You’ve given me something I never thought I’d have; you’ve given me a home, a place I feel loved and protected and wanted.”

“Likewise,” Aaron says. 

Robert keeps his right arm around Aaron’s waist, his other arm curled up beneath his body. His breathing slows, his mind peaceful, tired after a day of being so relentlessly happy. 

“Good night, Mr Dingle,” Aaron says as he presses a kiss to Robert’s temple.

“G’night, Mr Sugden,” Robert manages through his exhaustion. Sleep takes him soon after, wrapped in the peaceful arms of his husband.

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alrighty, i know i was only asked about supercorp fics but this quickly turned into my end all be all list of recs. this got long and i’m not even sorry. disclaimer that i am Soft and don’t like Angst or smut

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Actor!AU Headcanons

I mentioned in the tags of this post that I had an actor!AU for ffxv… and I wish to share my headcanons with you.

  • Ardyn is nothing like the character he portrays. He’s a really good actor, the rest of the cast really likes him because he’s actually a really cool guy when he’s not The Accursed.
  • @oceanicchimera yes, King!Noctis and Ardyn do dance sometimes off-set. But it’s more along the lines of the dance competition from Guardians of the Galaxy because they’re both dorks who can’t dance.
  • Ravus is the one who messes up his lines the most, with Noctis at a close second. 
  • See, Ravus is also nothing like the character he portrays. Ravus is really chill. Ravus really hates wearing that singular colored contact. Makes his eye itch.
  • Ravus and Luna are still related, but they’re cousins instead of brother and sister. (Gladio and Iris are still bro and sis)
  • Ignis is the biggest prankster on set. As in, Prompto walked into his trailer at one point and it was just completely filled with balloons. There must have been a hundred of them. He’s very exasperated.
  • Gladio’s tattoo is just stage makeup, but after the movie he considers getting the tattoo for real. It’s badass.
  • Ignis: “What do you mean I go blind offscreen?”
  • King!Noct always trips over something because the shoes on his outfit have no traction whatsoever.
  • Everyone on set jokingly calls the movie “Bachelor Party Gone Wrong”
  • The cup noodle thing with Gladio was a complete accident. There was a scene where he was asked what his favorite food is, and instead of saying something along the lines of “a hearty steak, medium well,” he forgot and said “a hearty bowl of cup noodles, boiled to perfection, with the absolute best ingredients” and everyone else stayed in character for the scene. It was so hilarious that the producers decided to leave it in. Edits to the script were made. 
  • ^^The stage direction “angrily eat cup noodles” was created from this. 
  • Noctis had a lot of trouble during the Leviathan fight because something was always wrong with the robotic rig and it would randomly lock up and stop. There’s one take in particular that’s going very well until Noctis abruptly gets out of shot. The camera moves back to him hanging there, slowly zooming in on the betrayed look on his face.
  • Whenever Prompto messes up his lines, he either continues in whatever tone he was carrying while saying increasingly hilarious things or slaps a hand to his forehead and lets out a very soft scream (anguished noise)
  • Ignis, right before Noctis comes on set for the reunion scene: “Ten years ago I lost my dear friend Noctis” / “Quit telling everyone I’m dead!” / “Sometimes I can still hear his voice.”
  • Gladio was swinging his sword for a fight scene, but he swung it too hard and it literally just snapped in half. He stopped for a second, then turned and looked directly at the camera, mouthing the words “I’m so sorry”
  • Prompto goes “pew pew” and “bang bang” whenever he shoots his gun (like Harrison Ford and Han Solo)
  • Regis reads the script and he’s like, “Oh… I die… what…. what a surprise………” (Regis is like the Sean Bean of our world, his character always dies)
  • The bros are exactly like their real-life VAs on social media. They answer all kinds of questions and it’s great.
  • Ravus has a tumblr account, but there’s only one post, and it’s this one. There are no tags. The title of the blog is, simply, “Sycophancy.” (He was very amused with Ardyn’s line.) There’s no description. His url is akin to those of the bots that wander the site. He follows several blogs, but does not interact with any posts. No likes, no reblogs. He’s the fandom phantom.
  • Ardyn is like the Sebastian Stan in the social media. He provides the fandom with his own sad headcanons about his character like Seb does with Bucky. (Except Ardyn is very avid on the fact that he is the villain)
  • Sometimes the cast will get together post-movie premiere and do dramatic readings of fanfiction they found

say you’re me and you’re in english class, supposedly analyzing lord of the flies but in actuality thinking about manga and how jarring isayama’s pacing is with snk. there’s of course, the fact that the clash of the titans arc takes place literally like a day or two before the female titan arc and pretty much everything happens in a flashback for some reason, then there’s the super-confusing mess that is the uprising arc with politics and some pretty fiiine character development that all happens in what’s probably less than 36 hours. 

and then, of course, there’s the return to shiganshina arc where they find out what’s in the basement after foreeever and then… an infodump??? for three chapters??? whyyyy!!

but of course if you really think about it, it makes perfect sense, in a kind of weird roundabout way that requires way too much thinking. but since this is english class of course you gotta analyze the story way too much in ways that the author likely never intended!

okay that was fun now onto actual meta or w/e. and, in case you guys didn’t pick it up from the introductory ramble, manga spoilers!!

  • we know that there’s only one family within the walls (besides grisha) who actually knows what goes on outside the walls: the reisses, the royal family. 
    • they’re the only ones able to actually access this power to remember all that happened pre-wall era at will, assuming they have the coordinate
    • there’s only one person with the coordinate power at a time within the walls, so that makes only one person inside (again, besides grisha because he literally comes from outside) who knows everything. 
      • AND they can’t tell anyone because it’s pretty overwhelming and terrible stuff
  • we know that the memories of the first king come are pretty overwhelming, completely taking over the holder of the coordinate for short spans of time

(i spent way too long looking for that screenshot but you know what it was fun refreshing my memory)

  • the memories of the outside world probably come rushing to the holder the second they become the new shifter in what’s probably a bunch of flashbacks, and when they come to literally minutes or less later, they’re completely different now that they have all this scary knowledge

(context for those who don’t mind spoilers or have forgotten details: historia’s father’s brother has just acquired the coordinate and is now more or less he god of the walled world. he knows.)

  • which brings me back to what i was originally harping on about: the point of the infodump on what’s going on outside the walls.
    • the reader is blind to all the truths and hidden secrets of the manga, just as everyone within the wall is blind to what happens beyond the titans and outside the walls.
    • and then, all of a sudden, we hit this huge milestone that’s been hyped up for literally 84 chapters, and we’re blown away with all. this. info. in such a short span of time. the meta writers went bonkers and everyone was kind of just screaming with their heads lit on fire.
      • that’s probably how all the reisses who inherited the coordinate felt when they first felt getting all this information

IN CONCLUSION: the way that the info dump was set up might have been intentional, paralleling how both the character’s felt at the time with this sudden heap of new information, and how most of the coordinate holders felt when they first learned everything.

i’m not saying it’s good writing. in my opinion, it was kind of lazy to just “hey kids we’re at this super hyped up, legendary basement have three months of screeching about now knowing everything whoop now there’s different problems yup”. but when overanalyzing it, it makes for a perfect mirror into how the characters themselves are feeling.

I like Rogue One.
I like Cassian not being a morally perfect hero but a man sacrificing himself for what he believes in.
I like watching K2SO and Jyn’s salty banter.
I like squealing over Bodhi’s goggles and Cassian’s jackets.
I like Chirrut and Baze being totally freaking married all the time.
I like being amazed at how Chirrut takes out a unit of Stormtroopers with his staff all by himself.
I like being amazed at how Jyn takes out a unit of Stormtroopers with her baton all by herself.
I like laughing when Baze tells Chirrut, No, he did Not take them out all by himself.
I like Jyn being brave enough to admit and say she doesn’t want to be part of this fight.
I like that Bodhi is scared shitless the whole time he’s in Saw Gerrera’s hands, but is still speaking up and throwing it in his face That He Defected.
I like Baze saying that Cassian has the face of a friend.
I like hearing Cassian telling Bodhi to go back so he won’t see Cassian shooting Galen.
I like Cassian dragging Jyn away from her father’s body to save her.
I like K2 and Cassian being a perfectly synced team when maneuvering that ship through horrible conditions.
I like realizing that Cassian smiles for the first time after Bodhi comes back to himself.
I like Jyn quoting Cassian showing that she now understands what this fight is about and respects him for it.
I like seeing Bodhi never having been a fighter but a cargo pilot, and using his knowledge against the Empire to bluff their way through the shields.
I like Cassian giving his men strength and courage despite a clear disadvantage.
I like Cassian telling Bodhi he’s their only hope to get the transmission through.
I like Bodhi throwing caution in the wind and giving his damnedest because he needs to plug that cord in.
I like K2 sacrificing himself for his companion. For his longtime friend. For his only friend.
I like witnessing Cassian’s emotional reaction to the cease-of-existence of his companion. His longtime friend. His only friend.
I like being impressed by Cassian forcing himself up that entire tower while being injured just to help Jyn with the plans.
I like crying over Baze chanting Chirrut’s prayer in reverse as he holds him while breathing his last breath.
I like yelling Nooo! when the grenade rolls to Bodhi’s feet.
I like seeing the dead-set resolution in Baze’s eyes as he shoulders his blaster.
I like watching Jyn and Cassian hug at that beach and give each other strength and comfort in the face of death and disaster.
I like feeling my heart break as the whole planet goes down in flames.
I like hearing Leia tell me they gave us hope.


I like reading and writing stories where Cassian and Bodhi fall in love.
And I still like all the above.

lisaleepersonal  asked:

shallureith- They go to the Space Mall for one reason, and one alone: sparkly things.

Thank you for the prompt! Honestly? She doesn’t deserve one single sparkly thing. She deserves multiple sparkly things.

In which Shiro goes along with Keith’s idea that a dagger was a proper sparkly gift and Coran most certainly brings another Kaltenecker home.

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anonymous asked:

I have a little sister, who is 13. She's really into crime and stuff, like serial killers, so she is seen at school as this "scary" person. She reads and writes about these types of things, not in depth like KS, but.. She said something along the lines of, "People think I'm going to hurt them because I write and read this type of stuff.. But I just find it interesting. Why should that prove how a person acts? I don't get it." If a 13 year old can understand that, why can't older people?

Holy shit, give your sister a high-five for me, she’s so aware of herself, more than I’ve seen adults on here act! 

She’s got a great head between them shoulders, don’t let anyone bully that out of her.

GET A NEW COMPUTER
  • England: I didnt understand your email.
  • America: What? your breaking up. can you repeat that?
  • England: I DIDNT UNDERSTAND YOUR EMAIL!
  • America: Ah yes, I had to get a bit creative because the S, N, D and A keys weren't working.
  • England: Ber Brthur. cqb you plebse tbke me to the bext worlb meetibg?
  • America: You see.
  • England: Get a new computer. Your video is failing and the sound is breaking up.
  • America: I couldn't hear you.
  • England: THE SOUND IS BREAKING UP
  • America: One more time? The sound is breaking up.
  • England: You need a new computer.
  • America: What?
  • England: *writes 'Video failing + sound breaking up' and holds it up*
  • America: I can't read that, the video is failing!
  • England: Get a new computer!
  • America: What?
  • England: *phones america*
  • America: *picks up* Hello?
  • England: GET A NEW COMPUTER!

My prompt for the DBQ was to write about the Populist Movement and I realized I was screwed when I said to myself “… What’s the Populist Movement”

anonymous asked:

I have to ask. I expected you to make something for Baekhyun's birthday, and well you didn't make anything for any other member. So why did you suddenly make a gifset for Suho?

I usually don’t make anything for any birthdays except Baekhyun (cause he’s my bias) as I’m rarely motivated to do so. I need inspiration and my creativity isn’t always that /creative/ and when I makw something, I want it to be 100% you know? Not just some half assed edit, if you get what I mean. - with that being said, I got a spark of inspiration and motivation to make something because I feel like we fans don’t give Suho /enough/, and don’t misunderstand me here. I don’t think people understand just HOW much Kim Junmyeon has done, and continue to do for EXO. I always think about the fact that he was a trainee for seven years. He spent almost a decade training for this. I remember he talked about his trainee days, how he at one point hurt himself so badly he couldn’t dance. He was so scared he couldn’t debut that he continued to push himself, despite his injured leg. I just haven’t heard of anyone with such determination to reach their dreams you know? He became leader because he was already so experienced with how everything works by the time EXO debuted. And I’m so happy SM choose him as leader because I don’t think anyone fit the title better than him. - There’s especially one moment that I think about often. Overdose’s first win in 2014. I can’t imagine what went through his head that day. They got up early, went to the music show. Pre-recorded Overdose, and on this very same day - it was announced that Kris was going to leave EXO. I honestly thought the MC’s would accept the music show win on behalf of EXO-K, but no - Suho did, all alone. I remember I saw it and I started to cry. It’s nt just the fact that Kris was leaving that kept me emotional here; it was the fact that Suho decided that he was gonna go up there, he was gonna do his job and show EXO-L that even though shit is going on right now, they’re somewhat okay, we’re going to be okay. It just made me look up to Suho so much, he truly stepped up as leader at that very moment and I just think it’s one of those moments that will forever give me both sadness and pride. - This fandom sleep a lot on him. They rank him at the bottom of the bias list and I can’t understand why anyone would. He’s the heart of EXO you know? He gives the boys strenght when they need it. They can ALWAYS count on Suho to be there for them. Suho isn’t my bias, but there’s a part of me that will always just give extra love to him. He’s way to underappreciated and I just want everyone to remember that, without Suho - EXO wouldn’t be the amazing group it is today. I love each and every member with my whole heart and of course EXO wouldn’t be EXO without either of them. Suho’s role is just so so important and I want you all to remember to give extra love, especially today on his birthday. We all need to appreciate him more, be more grateful. He does everything for EXO and for us fans, and it’s about time we give the very same love back. Kim Junmyeon deserve all the love and affection, he deserve the world! 💕💕💕