they will infinitely pass

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@ifnt-saranghae asked: 
Make me choose: Hwang Sung Yeol or Ahn Dae Gil 

“Doctor Ahn, You’re an okay man!”

Here, take my blanket.

Request: Could you do 64 please? I really like your writing!

Summary: You and Tom are best friends, and it’s becoming hard to ignore this strong feeling growing between you two. Neither of you are about to take a chance and ruin your friendship, but as you both sit around a bonfire with your friends, temptation pulls at your chests.

Part 2 

Originally posted by ilsilenziodellasuatristezza

“Don’t lie, we all saw what you did that night!” Tom laughed while pointing to your best friend y/b/f/n.

“In my own defense, I was under the influence.” y/b/f/n defended themselves, bringing their hands up in front of them.

The vibe emitting from the bonfire that surrounded your group of friends was one for the books. You wanted to feel this way everyday, all day. You loved these people and wouldn’t trade them in for the world. The laughter and reminiscing that was being passed around made you all feel infinite, like this moment was going to last forever, and you were honestly hoping it would.

You grinned and glance over to Tom who sat directly beside you, with your shoulders brushing. You tried to look away, but his glowing smile held you captive. A zoo marched around your stomach the longer your eyes rested on him. The shadows from the fire were dancing over his features. Flashing them, then quickly hiding.

He could feel your eyes on him, and tried his hardest to not look over and gander into your y/e/c orbs. Your eyes were his favorite thing about you, he loved getting lost in them. Tom knew that if he looked at you, that he’d look at you as more than a friend, which was something he has to stop. His friendship with you is one he’d walk to ends of the earth for and back again. He wasn’t about to ruin it because of a giddy feeling in his chest that would surely disappear soon. But then again, he’s been saying that for the past couple of months.

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“My deepest joy is the freedom of being a ‘nobody’ (in the public eye); I do not at the deepest level, mistakenly identify with a particular name, form or personal story (to reinforce a separate sense of self).

I am only here to serve as a divine ‘wake up call’ - You are infinitely greater than all of your passing thoughts, emotions and physical experiences (playing a limited role as a human).

You are the sole creator of your own unique YOU-niverse. There are no victims, no perpetrators, no separate others ‘out there’ to project (transfer) any blame, power, fear, anger or fantasy onto.

You are Infinite Consciousness (God) made manifest.”

~Anon I mus (Spiritually Anonymous)

anonymous asked:

Ice cream date between a kid Noctis and kid s/o? c:

I’m dead this is so cute

Dedicated to @chocobrodreamteam because who doesn’t love Noctis fluff

“C’mon,” Noctis whispered, waving for you to follow him. Your eyes darted along the seemingly infinite hallways, scanning for any passing guards. You timidly ran after him to a set of large windows, and observed as he carefully undid the latches.

“We’re gonna get in trouble with your dad,” you stated as he opened the window and plucked off the screen.

“It’s just for a little bit,” Noctis replied, rolling his eyes. “If you’re so scared, then you can stay.”

“I’m not scared!” you huffed, though your reluctance to follow him betrayed your words. Noctis just smirked and climbed out the window, dropping the two feet to the ground below. You sighed and looked up at the sky, contemplating if you had time to pray to the Six. Instead, you just followed after him, and before you knew it, he was tugging your arm and leading you to freedom.

The park where Noctis liked to play when he would sneak out of the castle was lush. Trees grew tall, and there were flowers everywhere. Kids were out running around on the grass, and parents watched them dutifully from benches along the path.

“Look, there he is!” Noctis tugged on your sleeve and pointed, dragging you along as his little legs bolted to his destination.

James, the man who owned the ice cream cart, saw the young price and waved.

“Hello, Prince Noctis,” he greeted, fishing around the inside of his cart. “Your usual?” 

Noctis nodded and the man handed him a fudge ice cream bar. He then noticed you, who was shyly hiding behind your friend, gripping the back of his shirt. James smiled.

“And who is this?”

“My partner-in-crime,” Noct said deviously, before stepping aside. He looked at you. “This is James. He’s pretty cool.”

“Would you like some ice cream?” James asked, pointing to the menu of items attached to the side of the cart. “I’ve got all kinds of different flavours.”

You tapped your chin and nodded. “Strawberry, please.” James pulled out a strawberry ice cream cone for you and winked.

“On the house, for the prince and his adorable friend.”

You blushed and bowed deeply before Noctis said goodbye to James and whisked you away. Noctis led you to part of the park that was on a large hill, and plopped himself down on the grass. You did the same, licking at your ice cream cone. You two sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s company. 

You looked back at that time fondly now, wishing that you could have stayed seven years old. But the past was the past, and as you drove through the darkness, you mentally counted off the days since Noctis was swallowed by the crystal.

I’ll see you again, you prayed. Soon.

Yuri on Ice Fanfic Rec List

Here are some of my favorite YOI fanfics so far! :) This list will be updated often! If you have any suggestions for fics that I can add, feel free to message me. 

Last update: April 23, 2017

My organization is kinda weird and all over the place right now since I’m constantly updating this, but basically it goes from my favorites of all time from each ship, and THEN to the rest of the series, then to the multi-chaptered fics, then to the one-shots.. If that makes sense lol. Sorry. ^-^’;

Also, let me add: I was originally going to list how many chapters each fic has, but some are currently ongoing! Therefore, only the series/fics that are COMPLETE will have the number of chapters listed so that I don’t have to update this every day. :) And another thing: I have fics separated by the main ship. However, many of the Victuuri fanfictions I have listed also have Otayuri on the side as well, so I apologize if some of you don’t really like that too much. Thanks for understanding!

Note: Most of these are explicit rated. ;)

Update: Removed the majority of my “notes” sections, because my wording just bothers me lol. 


Victuuri:

————- Favorite Victuuri Fics ————-

Beside the Dancing Sea by lily_winterwood and MapleTreeway

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: 13

Words: 186,584

He’s finally here in this lovely and quiet little beach cottage, and the rest of the year seems to stretch out infinitely before him. Time will pass, though, and it will pass faster than he realizes, but in the meantime he will stop worrying about writer’s block and deadlines and not even having the foggiest clue what his next novel’s going to be about, and live.

New York Times-bestselling author Viktor Nikiforov arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Torvill Cove to cure his writer’s block. After encountering local wallflower Yuuri Katsuki at a party, he discovers that this mysterious dark-haired man has a couple secrets up his sleeve.

And Viktor will be damned if he doesn’t find out just what those secrets are.


Victory of the Night by c0rnfl0wer

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- Meet Me By the River:

Chapters: 1

Words: 11,527

Every Kupala Night has come and gone without his attending, but now that Viktor Nikiforov is getting older and taking over the position as leader of his village, he has to start taking his life in a different direction. He wasn’t sure whether he expected anything at all in this way. But when Yuuri catches his wreath, he finds the path he had always longed for.

Historical/Mythology AU based on Slavic mythology and traditions, specifically Kupala Night - a midsummer celebration involving merrymaking in a few different ways.

Part 2- Ivan da Maria:

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Rusalka: a living-dead aquatic spirit in folklore that varies in their attitude toward humans.
Navka: a subdivision of the Rusalka, known for its charming cruelty.

Viktor never minded when human civilization built up around him, or when other spirits began sharing the waters with him. He easily dominated every tradition that the centuries presented; that was what he minded. No one wants to be known for tragedy. No one wants to be subjected to loneliness and despair forever. No one wants to drag their beloved one down. Everyone wants a happy ending, even if it isn’t in their nature.


Separation Anxiety by Okaeri_Kairi

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter. Main fic of the Haven series.

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Deep in the dark, unsettling back alleys of St. Petersburg, a network of rival families makes up the heart of the mafia that runs the city’s underground. Of these, none is more feared than the Nikiforov family, an infamous group that is said to be led by a man of cold blood and steel. Viktor, the son of the previous boss, knows only too well just how frightening this man is.

He is, after all, married to him.

Notes: Mafia AU. Major content warning for rape/non-con, as well as child abuse, suicide mention, torture, and a LOT of violence.


Rivals by Reiya

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches:

Chapters: 14

Words: 197,690

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

Part 2- Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts:

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Viktor doesn’t remember the first time he met Yuuri Katsuki.

This however, is what Viktor does remember…


You Can’t Plan for Everything by RivDeV

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Yuuri forgets that he has a scheduled heat coming up until it’s just a couple weeks away. He scrambles to get everything ready in time, including deciding whether he’ll spend it alone or with someone. Victor only wants to help.

Notes: Omegaverse AU.


Twenty-Five Hours by 0lizzybennet0

Rating: Mature

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

In which Yuuri spends a 25 hour flight next to Victor Nikiforov, skating legend, and feels it might simultaneously be the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him.

Set at the start of the series, if Yuuri and Victor had never met at the banquet and Yuuri never skated Victor’s routine.


katsuki_fc wrote by tetsurashian

Rating: General Audiences

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: 7

Words: 12,744

Just because Yuuri isn’t big on social media, doesn’t mean his fans aren’t.

(aka a social media fic)

My Notes: Social media format. This cured my post-episode 12 depression.


Masquerade by Ashida

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

“Just say the word.” came the whisper as Victor stepped close, behind them Yuuri was aware of guns out and at the ready, of confused men and questioned loyalties, here Victor was offering, and Yuuri was too selfish to say no.

“Ok.” Yuuri smiled as this game of masquerade came to an end, what would happen now, he didn’t know, he would probably die, his family would come after him and try to put a knife in his back or a bullet between his eyes, none of it mattered, because together they would fight, and the rest of the world would finally burn.

Notes: Mafia AU. Content warning for violence, blood, gore, etc. 


Faded by martialartist816

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 6,283

Victor knows only two things: that he’s very drunk and that Yuuri looks very good in that suit.

Notes: PORN. VERY, VERY GOOD PORN. This is my favorite oneshot of all time and I HIGHLY FREAKING RECOMMEND IT. This oneshot is my #aesthetic and if it was a person then I would marry it, no questions asked. The line about the skyline is what got me tbh I am so wEAK for that type of sappy shit and it was such a visual line that I could picture the whole setting clearly in my head and hoooooo I just REALLY love this fic. 👌👌👌 Read it now.


Trembling Hands, Smooth Jazz, and You by SuggestiveScribe

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 10,785

Yuuri swallowed past the tightness in his throat, “Am I the one being interviewed now?”

“I just want to know more about you,” Viktor responded. “You write so much on your blog and within media, but none of those words are ever about yourself.”

Music filled the momentary silence. “There’s not much to say,” Yuuri eventually answered.

“There’s always something to say.”

Notes: Journalist AU.


10 Kinks Challenge by anirondack

Rating: Explicit:

Type: Series

Parts: 10 (too many to link here, sorry!)

Words: 55,570

10 fics about 10 kinks for Victor/Yuuri. 


centripetal force by braveten

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: 10

Words: 85,800

Victor speaks seven languages.

(Physics isn’t one of them.)

Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major.


the death of a bachelor by exile_wrath

Rating: Teen and Up (may be subject to change?)

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

In which Victor is at the top of the (criminal) world, and ends up falling for the hot bartender that works at a Giacometti speakeasy.

Alternatively: In which Yuuri is a bartender with a thing for the hot patron which could probably kill him but also wants to have sex with him. To be fair, Yuuri is pretty down to sleep with him too.

But things don’t go as planned, sometimes, and rather than Victor finding someone to warm his bed for a night, he finds Yuuri, who offers him an intimacy and care that he had never thought he’d have. And in turn, Yuuri finds someone achingly lonely but willing to open his heart so they can both be together in a way they had only dreamed of.


————- More Victuuri Fics ————-


Of Love and Other Emotions by smudgesofink

Rating: Teen & Up

Type: Series

Part 1- Fascination: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 1,198

Victor didn’t understand it at first but Yuuri has such a deep fascination with every part of his body.

Part 2- Silliness and Stolen Shirts: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 2,764

“You’re,” Victor begins in a stammer, and wait, are the tips of his ears turning pink? “You’re wearing my shirt.” Yuuri looks down at himself once again, and sure enough, it’s Victor’s wine red shirt that’s hanging off his body.

In which Victor is weak for the Boyfriend Shirt, and Yuuri doesn’t realize he is, too.

Part 3- Hold Me Tight: 

Chapters: 2

Words: 11,556

Katsuki Yuuri is not a tactile man. Anyone who’s spent a minute with him can tell you that much.

Victor, however—

To say that Victor is touchy-feely is the understatement of the century.

So when Victor just stops touching Yuuri, without explanation, without reason, it makes for a painfully jarring experience.

(Alternatively titled: Five Times Victor Hugs Yuuri, and the One Time He Doesn’t)

Notes: Content warning for homophobia in part 3.


Quad Lutz by iamalivenow

Rating: Explicit

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Victor falls in love with Yuuri every single time they touch each other.

Yuuri loves him from the beginning.

Notes: Kinky.


In Regards to Love by martialartist816

Rating: Mature

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A 

Each chapter is a drabble for either Eros or Agape. These drabbles tell stories of Victor and Yuuri, ranging from all sorts of AU’s. The songs are what they skate to during their duets.

Notes: My favorite drabble is the summer camp one. :)


Spurious Beauties and Excellencies by pseudocitrus

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 3,674

No one seems to find all this touching unusual at all, even though the mere thought of anyone thinking so is enough to make Yuri feel like he’s replaced his face with a pool of lava.

Notes: Porn.


Patience by martialartist816 

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 3,505

“You said you wanted me to do something that would excite you.” Yuuri’s voice sounded cool and even above him. Victor suspected he wore a small smile. “This is what I thought of.”

Notes: Two words: Bottom. Victor. :) I actually read this when I was out at dinner with my mom and her gf. It was a very good dining experience! :D


Talk to Me by SuggestiveScribe 

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 3,929

There was a bouncing shift of weight, and suddenly a silky voice was at Yuuri’s ear, “Hey Yuuri, is it possible you like when I speak Russian?”

Yuuri groaned.

Viktor’s lips ghosted right beneath Yuuri’s ear, gently sliding over the sensitive flesh of his neck, “I can speak Russian to you, if you like.”


Watch by SuggestiveScribe

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 7,869

“You have pretty legs, Yuuri.”

Notes: MIRROR SEX.


Distraction by SuggestiveScribe

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 7,968

“Yuuri, let’s not think about that,” Viktor said, holding out his hands. Yuuri set his other skate aside. “You should take your mind off it; maybe seek a distraction–”

“Okay.”

“–Anything to disengage from the nega–” Viktor stopped, blinking. “Wait, what?”

Yuuri rose back to his feet, moving to stand in front of Viktor. Emotion burned at the edge of his irises, and in the limited light his stare flashed more crimson than brown, “I said, ‘okay’.”

Notes: WINDOW SEX IS GREAT.


Otayuri:

From Almaty, With Love by BoxWineConfessions

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- From Almaty, With Love: 

Chapters: 13

Words:  71,776

It’s quiet here. Even if the car alarm on the neighbor’s goddamn BMW has been going off for the past twenty minutes. Quiet, even though the alarm’s got the neighbor’s dog howling like crazy, and the neighbor works second shift and isn’t there to comfort the dumb dog.

It’s quiet…They haven’t spoken to each other since that morning, when Yuri went off to go see his tutor, and Otabek went off to do whatever the hell it was he did in the mornings before he hit the rink.

“You’re used to the noise?”

“Yeah, but…I think I like the quiet too.”

Or: Yuri spends the summer with Otabek in Almaty.

Part 2- Line and Verse: 

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Yuri was once told that the best stories have no ending. Otabek has never had a problem in turning the page and beginning a new. Together, they write new chapters.Prequels, sequels, and oneshots from the “From Almaty With Love” universe.


Lame-Ass Handjobs by martialartist816

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- Something More Involved than Lame-Ass Handjobs: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 3,792

Otabek is too damn perfect. Plain and simple. It frustrates Yuri to no end, but he loves him all the same.

Part 2- Something More Involved than Lame-Ass Blowjobs: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 3,392

A sequel fic, following how Yuri and Otabek celebrate first and second place at the Cup of Canada.


Eyes Like a Soldier by emblems

Rating: General Audiences

Type: Series

Part 1- Run in My Veins:

Chapters: 2

Words: 1,602

Fifty sentences for Otabek Altin and Yuri Plisetsky.

Part 2- Play to the Fullest: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 1,699

Yuri suggests they ditch the banquet early. Otabek, of course, can’t find it in himself to say no.

Notes: I read this series when my brother was getting his first tattoo. Pretty neato.


OtaYuri A/B/O Series by i_like_my_eggs_benedict

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- You’re Worth It: 

Chapters: 1

Words: 8,173

“Yuri Plisetsky hated heats. Everything about them. The confusion, the mess, the inconvenience. But most of all he hated feeling vulnerable, like a wounded animal left on the side of the road. He bemoaned the fact he had presented as an omega every single day of his life. Even more so when he was in heat.He only slightly stopped feeling complete and utter contempt for his biology when Otabek Altin presented as an alpha. 

Part 2- In The Moonlight: 

Chapters: 1

Words:  2,491

A sequel to You’re Worth It.

Notes: Omegaverse AU.


Nothing More Than What We Have Now by Ren

Rating: Explicit

Type: Single-chapter

Words: 2,819

"Just kiss me,” Yuri murmurs against Otabek’s lips.

Otabek’s whole body is drawn tight with want. “It’s never just kissing with you.”

Notes: Quiet sex while Grandpa is in the other room. ;)


Multiple Pairings:

Yuri on Ice Omegaverse by DomesticProwess

Rating: Explicit

Type: Series

Part 1- No Man’s Land 

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Presenting as an omega was one of the single most traumatizing events in Yuri Plisetsky’s life. As he struggles to move forward with his relationship and career, he learns that coming to terms with himself and his past is harder than he ever would have dreamed. AU take on life after the Grand Prix Finals.

Part 2- Love or Something Like It

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

Present. Bond. Pregnant. Repeat. The cycle of an omega that Yuri had hoped to never fall into. He was given no choice.

A companion piece to my story No Man’s Land, in which Yuri is bonded with Victor as a young omega and has his first child at the age of eleven.

Notes: CONTENT WARNING FOR UNDERAGE, RAPE/NON-CON, CONTROLLING/ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS, AND MORE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.


ice gays by LuckyStarship & MikeWritesThings

Rating: Teen & Up

Type: Multi-chapter

Chapters: ONGOING

Words: N/A

There’s an esteemed academy dedicated to ice-skating somewhere in Alaska. It’s open to all nationalities, religions, and more. A certain group of students has a group chat entitled 'ice gays.’

It’s Mila’s idea.

Notes: Texting/group chat format.


And that’s it so far! I will be updating as possible. Once again, if you have any fic recs for me that I should add to my list, please message me!

Victuuri Fic Rec List

I love long fics (>10,000 word count) and have a bad habit of needing to organize and list my favorites. Even though Yuri on Ice is new, the fanworks are growing fast (Amazing! Wow!) Here are some completed worksI have enjoyed. 

WIPs I am following can be found here.

UPDATED: May 12, 2017 

For this list “au” is a completely different universe and “au - canon divergent” is an au where one or both are still competitive figure skaters.
***really really enjoyed, with a brief description as to why it is a fav.
†Just added this update

I. Completed works (Summaries under the cut - there are so many!!!)


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The Axeman of New Orleans

It’s March 13th, which means it’s been 98 years since the night of the Axeman.

The Axeman of New Orleans was a serial killer that killed with, you guessed it… an Ax.  His victims numbered at 7 over the span of a year. The Axeman was not caught or identified, and his crime spree stopped as mysteriously as it had started. The murderer’s identity remains unknown to this day, although various possible identifications of varying plausibility have been proposed. On March 13, 1919, a letter purporting to be from the Axeman was published in newspapers saying that he would kill again at 15 minutes past midnight on the night of March 19, but would spare the occupants of any place where a jazz band was playing. That night all of New Orleans’ dance halls were filled to capacity, and professional and amateur bands played jazz at parties at hundreds of houses around town. There were no murders that night.

The Axeman’s Letter as it was posted in the Times Picayune:

Hell, March 13, 1919

Esteemed Mortal:

They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the ether that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axeman.

When I see fit, I shall come and claim other victims. I alone know whom they shall be. I shall leave no clue except my bloody axe, besmeared with blood and brains of he whom I have sent below to keep me company.

If you wish you may tell the police to be careful not to rile me. Of course, I am a reasonable spirit. I take no offense at the way they have conducted their investigations in the past. In fact, they have been so utterly stupid as to not only amuse me, but His Satanic Majesty, Francis Josef, etc. But tell them to beware. Let them not try to discover what I am, for it were better that they were never born than to incur the wrath of the Axeman. I don’t think there is any need of such a warning, for I feel sure the police will always dodge me, as they have in the past. They are wise and know how to keep away from all harm.

Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a most horrible murderer, which I am, but I could be much worse if I wanted to. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. At will I could slay thousands of your best citizens, for I am in close relationship with the Angel of Death.

Now, to be exact, at 12:15 (earthly time) on next Tuesday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans. In my infinite mercy, I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:

I am very fond of jazz music, and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person shall be spared in whose home a jazz band is in full swing at the time I have just mentioned. If everyone has a jazz band going, well, then, so much the better for you people. One thing is certain and that is that some of your people who do not jazz it on Tuesday night (if there be any) will get the axe.

Well, as I am cold and crave the warmth of my native Tartarus, and it is about time I leave your earthly home, I will cease my discourse. Hoping that thou wilt publish this, that it may go well with thee, I have been, am and will be the worst spirit that ever existed either in fact or realm of fancy.

The Axeman

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When it comes to children’s animation creating multimillion dollar franchises in worlds of infinite imagination, surely gender equality should be a cert? Discuss.

PASS:

The Incredibles, Brave, Toy Story 3, A Bug’s Life

FAIL:

Up, WALL-E, Ratatouille, Finding Nemo, Monsters, Inc., Monsters University, Toy Story and Toy Story 2, Cars and Cars 2.

So many possibilities pass us by every day. An infinite sequence of ‘could haves’ that ‘would have’ changed our whole lives. Every single event requires such precise timing. Where is the right place and when is the right time? We can try to seek the things we think are right for us, or we can consider the things that seek us to be right for us. I still don’t know which is better. I still don’t know if they’re the same thing. All I know is that I will never truly know, but my Lord, my Protector, He knows. All I can rely on is leaving my place and my time in His hands, because verily He is of all places and He is of all times.

— Mobeen Hakeem

headcanon

This one is kind of on the deeper side and goes along with the debate on medic and the soul stealing. Aka, here’s my input:

I can’t bring myself to believe that medic took their souls and left them to infinite damnation (never being able to pass on) just out of selfish intentions. As in-character as it may seem, I really don’t believe it. We have had many instances that show medic truly caring for his team (ex: EOTL, him returning to the RED team, voicelines, etc). 

The comic has really expressed how much the mercs care about each other so here’s my theory:

Did medic take their souls away so they can’t pass on? Yes. But one thing was never made clear. If souls can be extracted, can they be put back in? One got lost to the devil so medic could return, but obviously he has a talent for getting out of shit. What if medic took their souls before they disbanded on purpose? He knew that they were about to be pulled into a situation where he wouldn’t be able to save them all.

So what do ya do? Take their souls until it’s all over.

Everything is finished, everyone is ready to go home, and medic pipes up like “oh btw uh here ya go have these back I was holdin them for ya <3″

anyway he’s a v smart man

Motherhood - Damian Wayne x Mom!Reader

A/N: I loved writing this prompt sooo much! If anyone wants any more of Damian x Mom!Reader please submit a prompt and let me know! I would love any excuse to write for these two again. FYI: Ummi and Ibni are the phonetic spellings of the possessive form of mom and son in Arabic.  

Prompt: You were a part of the League of Assassins and you basically took care of Damian and treated him like a son (requested by @wowjeena ).

There are few people that you care for in your life. Even fewer that are still alive. It was a natural side effect of working for the League of Assassins. But there was one person, one child, that you held closest to your heart and that person was Damian, grandson to Ra’s Al Ghul.

You were with the League long before the plot of Damian was even conceived. You were a well performing assassin but you had a growing void in your chest from the life you left behind, the family that you buried long ago. You yearned for a piece of your old life back.

You didn’t realize how much you wanted it until Talia Al Ghul started her experiments of creating the perfect warrior. Damian was carried in an artificial womb and you were the one entrusted in guarding the laboratory where he was held. You watched over him as he grew and when the time came for him to come into the world you offered Talia your services as his caretaker.

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Important points on dimensional outsiders

• Most of the time they can be impossible to comprehend, this is okay, they’re most likely not putting the energy into comprehending you either. Just ignore them and they will move on

• You will NOT go insane by simply viewing them, at most you will be confused by their seemingly abstracted shapes and impossible physics, the same cannot be said of holding a conversation

• MOST outsiders are not even aware that they are crossing into this plane of reality, just as you are not aware of the infinitely many planes of 2-dimensional realities you pass through just by walking or moving around daily. you’re just as scary to them as they are to you

• They will most likely seem to be able to do impossible things, this is because they do NOT follow OUR conventional laws of reality, they simply follow whatever alien laws of reality apply to them

• They can be summoned, or at least communicated with. find a phone or computer and look for the right frequency, they’ll find you. but be careful about talking with strangers

• None of these beings may make any sort of sense to you, that’s alright, you don’t make any sense to them either

and finally, 

•  Be nice. while they may not be able to understand you, Helena times out of purple they get the gist of your intent and will try to be as kind as possible in return, just beware of what they interpret as “kindness”

I love INFINITE SO MUCH LIKE DID YOU SEE THEM ALL SUPPORTING HOWON TODAY ONE BY ONE AFTER THEY GOT OFF THE PLANE. They must have missed each other lots and this fanmeet tour and activities together made them realise how much more they love each other while they are together. AND ALSO LOOK AT THE NUMBER OF SELCAS HOWON SENDS HIS MEMBERS ON A REGULAR BASIS!! Baby is getting so good at selcas for a good reason!!! If you can pass the INFINITE MEMBERS SKEPTICAL TEASING YOU CAN PASS ANYTHING IN LIFE!!!

anonymous asked:

why DID Hux get thrown out of the Infinite? Was "not you not now" something that his mind "invented" to conceptualize it, or a real thing. Will he ever be able to pass into it?

YES okay that is such a good question, thank you for asking. My original idea was that Hux was rejected by the collective rage of the spirits of those killed by Starkiller base, and thus was able to pull Ren out with him. When I actually worked on the draft it seemed more interesting to leave this ambiguous/make that potentially just Hux’s interpretation of the events as a reflection of his guilt and his sense that he is singularly damned for what he did, whereas if you look at the part where they discuss how to get Dala to pass into the Infinite they talk about how only Force users get to choose when they dissolve their individual selves there as opposed to remaining as ghosts who can interact with the living, etc. Non-Force users just end up there automatically when they die.

So really what was happening was that as a non-Force user attempting to enter into the Infinite, Hux was trying to make a choice which he did not actually have permission/the ability to make and was therefore rejected outright, whereas Ren, as a Force user, had both chosen to do it (for the good of the others) and actually not really chosen to do it (since Dala ultimately was the one making the choice for him/he didn’t actually want to go). Ren was therefore stuck in stasis/limbo, which was why Hux was able to pull Ren out with him when he was rejected– his interference basically broke that perfect balance that had trapped Ren there but also not dissolved him. And the ‘not now’ was meant to indicate that eventually Hux will be accepted into the Infinite according to the usual process– not now but later, when he’s not just sticking his butt in business where it doesn’t belong according to cosmic order etc. Hope that makes sense, and thanks again for the ask!

mercchi  asked:

I'm sorry but your imagines are so good that I just have to request something! May I please request a scenario where Midorima's, Hyuga's, Takao's, Kagami's and Kiyoshi's s/o really wants to be a doctor and studies hard to the point that she almost stopped sleeping and she just studies and studies more and more? Thank you very much! ❤

Thank you so much! I apologise that this took so long, I hope you like it!



Midorima: Midorima was no stranger to hard work, so he always supported her in her studying endeavours, knowing that to become a doctor, a whole lot of hard work was necessary. It was by no means easy but it would be infinitely worth it.

However, as the days passed by with her barely sleeping, barely eating, barely doing anything more than studying, Midorima became worried, not that he’d want to tell her this directly - he was awkward with this sort of thing at the best of times so he instead decided to show his concern through his actions.

It was getting late at night when he decided that enough was enough. She was barely able to keep her eyelids open as she wrote out notes from her textbook, revising over what she’d learned in lesson, and Midorima could take no more of this. He walked over to her and stood behind her for a few seconds, letting her know he was there, before slowly closing the book and gently prying the pen from her hands.

“Shintarou… I have to study-” she suppressed a yawn, blinking her sleepy eyes as she tried to get her pen back, “I’m never gonna get anywhere if I don’t study now,”

Midorima put her pen in his pocket and frowned, “you’ve done more than enough, _____, your work will still be there in the morning should you want to continue, but for now, sleep.”

She shook her head wearily, her eyes slowly closing as her body went against her mind and she began to fall asleep with her head leaning against the back of the chair, her legs pulled up to her chest. Midorima sighed and ran a hand over her head before lifting her slowly in a bridal-style carry, her head lolling against his chest.

He lay her down on the bed, turned out the lights, and then joined her, laying on his side and allowing her to curl into him.

“Goodnight, _____,” he whispered.


Hyuga: “Are you really still studying?” Hyuga asked her over the phone. He’d been planning on meeting her today as he had a day of from basketball practice and she had the day off school.

“Yes, I really do need to study you know,”

Hyuga clicked his tongue, “I know that, but you were up studying yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before- are you even sleeping anymore? Are you eating?” He questioned, annoyance bleeding out of his tone as worry crept in.

“I’m making do,” she replied, and Hyuga could hear it in her nonchalant tone that she was barely even paying attention to how ridiculous Hyuga found the whole situation.

“I’m coming over.” He said, hanging up the phone before he could hear her reply.

When he arrived, he was instantly taken aback by her appearance. There were dark rings under her eyes and her clothes seemed to hang off her frame a little more than they’d done before. She looked sickly and in need of sleep. So Hyuga did the only thing he could think to do and banned her from studying for the rest of the evening, assuring her that everything would be fine. The two of them watched a movie together, ordered food in, and then, when she really couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer, Hyuga allowed her to fall asleep on his shoulder, laying her down on the sofa and laying his jacket over whilst he went up to her room to bring a pillow to slide beneath her head, and her blanket to keep her warm.

“Now get some proper rest,” he said gently, kissing her forehead then pushing his glasses back up his nose and flushed face.


Takao: Takao had been watching her closely for weeks, noticing how her schedule for studying seemed to get more and more intense until Takao simply wasn’t sure how she was still maintaining herself. How she was still finding time to eat and sleep with the amount of pressure she was submitting herself under in order to achieve her dream.

That was until Takao discovered, after a couple of nights of staying at her house, that she wasn’t looking after herself at all but instead living off of minimal sleep, small snacks and meals, and an abundance of caffeine and energy drinks. It was no way for her to be living and Takao sought to change things.

“Hey, _____, are you still working?”

“Yeah,” she answered shortly, not looking up from her papers at her desk.

“But its almost midnight and you’ve stayed up like this all the time I’ve been here, aren’t you tired?” Takao tried from where he sat at the end of her bed.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m tired, in fact I should get used to it because I have a lot more to get done,”

Takao sighed, standing up and sitting on the chair next to hers, leaning forwards with his chin on her shoulder. He felt her sigh too, and he couldn’t help but smile when she put her pencil down and turned towards him, darkly ringed eyes looking into his.

She ruffled his hair and made a move to pick her pen back up and continue, but was disrupted when he suddenly lurched forwards and wrapped both of his arms around her, effectively trapping her arms to her sides.

“Kazunari, c’mon, let go,” she whined, and Takao only held her tighter.

“Nope, not until you call it a night,”

“You aren’t gonna give this up, are you?” She asked, unable to help herself as she smiled at him.

Takao shook his head and quickly lifted her from the chair, spinning her around before laying her in the bed.

“You’ll make an awesome doctor, don’t worry, just get some rest,” Takao smiled, kissing her cheek before playfully dropping himself down on top of her body, laughing when she all but squeaked at the sudden impact.

Kagami: Kagami had been growing ever more concerned the more times she shut herself away, whether in the library or her room, to study for her goal of becoming a doctor. Kagami really admired it, he thought she was amazing and her intellect something to be feared, however he just couldn’t sit back and watch as she neglected her health time and time again, favouring study over sleep.

He didn’t know how she was keeping it up, but he did know that it needed to come to a stop. Which was why he’d invited her to his house, hoping that she’d leave her work at home and relax properly for the first time in ages - get some actual sleep maybe. This was to no avail though, as she was currently studying at the table in Kagami’s living room, her books and papers spread around her as she wrote out notes.

Kagami sighed, running a hand through his hair before he shuffled closer to her, watching over her shoulder as she worked. It looked like some pretty tricky stuff. Stuff that she shouldn’t be doing sleep-deprived.

“Hey, don’t you think you should take a break?” Kagami asked quietly, his voice concerned. She turned her head slightly to look at him.

“I’m okay, I have a lot to do, but you can sleep if you’d like,”

“N-no, no that’s- that’s not what I meant,” Kagami rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m just worried, ya know? You seem tired and you aren’t sleeping properly…”

She looked slightly taken aback at that, “oh,” she said lightly, putting her pen down, “well… I am tired but it’s no need to worry, I can sleep when I’m done,”

Kagami watched her for a moment, before leaning over her to closer her textbooks, “c’mon, let’s go to bed, I can see you’re tired,” he whispered into her ear, kissing the side of her head before grabbing her hand and leading her to the bedroom. Once away from her work, she seemed too tired to argue and instead allowed herself to be guided to a soft bed and a warm body to lay beside.

Kiyoshi:

“Hey, are you okay?” Kiyoshi asked her as she ran a hand over her face in exhaustion, not even caffeine working to keep her awake at this point as the words began to blur together on the page she was reading.

Kiyoshi could tell that she was struggling and couldn’t help but want to make sure that she was okay - and if that meant prying her away from her work then so be it. She’d been working what was essentially non-stop for weeks now, and Kiyoshi felt a little helpless as he watched as the dark rings beneath her eyes only got darker, and her body only got thinner as she continued to neglect her own health in the pursuit for being able to  conserve others’.

“I’m fine,” she replied, her voice clearly drained of energy, and Kiyoshi could take it no longer.

“You aren’t fine, _____, you need some proper rest,” he said gently, rubbing her shoulder with his hand and frowning at how tense she felt.

“If I don’t work hard now, I’ll never make it,” she said, attempting fruitlessly to continue.

Kiyoshi then moved his hand from her shoulder, down her arm, and to her hand, where he stopped her from writing anymore. “There’s working hard,” he murmured, “and then there’s neglecting yourself and overworking - how are you supposed to help others if you haven’t helped yourself?”

She hung her head then, and Kiyoshi was scared he’d upset her until he heard a small laugh. “You’re right,” she said quietly, rubbing at her eyes.

“I know,” Kiyoshi smiled, helping her off the chair and to her room, no minding at all that he had to carry her halfway there.