this couple is just so perfect i can't

SEPTIISHU! <3

Wiishu’s new video with Jack was the best thing ever! I’m so happy :3 I just had to screenshot them <3

This is what I named the folder :3

JUST LOOK AT HOW THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER

LOOK AT HOW JACK LOOKS AT SIGNE

JUST LOOK HOW HAPPY THEY ARE RECORDING TOGETHER

I LOVE SEPTIISHU SO MUCH! :3

But seriously though, they seem so happy together which is lovely to see and it makes me happy! <3

And when I heard “we should record more together” I was like AHHHHHHH YESSSSSS! :D I can’t wait to see more of them :3

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Park Seo Joon In every episode | One Warm Word [#5/20]

The past couple months I’ve done some betaing and editing for other people, and a lot on my own work as well, and it’s gotten me thinking about some of my process for writing. Since I just found a perfect example, I thought I’d take a moment and talk about the importance of specificity for strengthening tone and story telling.

I came across this sentence:

“I don’t know,” said Castiel, a bad feeling clenching tight about his chest.

In and of itself there’s nothing wrong with this sentence but one thing I’ve found is that vague language is bad. There’s a prevailing view, I’ve noticed, that using a big word when a small word will do is “bad” but my own experience and the way people react to my writing suggests otherwise - that using a big word that more accurately reflects what you wish to say is pretty much always better than using a small word that is more general. When I edit my own work a lot of what I do is find places where I’ve used vague language and replace that vague language with words that capture more of the emotional punch I’m trying to communicate. So, even though “a bad feeling clenching tight about his chest” isn’t, like, terrible, I went ahead and changed it to:

“I don’t know,” said Castiel, an ominous sense of impending doom clenched tight about his chest.

Wordier? Yes. A little melodramatic? Absolutely. But I think it more accurately captures what I was going for, and better communicates my intentions.

Which do ya’ll prefer?

i just burst into tears because i randomly started thinking about how rick and michonne are truly in love. like… it’s real. it’s canon… they are in love. real romantic love. and even though they are in such dire circumstances they were able to find each other. they were able to move past all the pain and still find happiness in each other. they were able to love again. they were able to fall in love. they’re soulmates. soulmates find each other under the hardest circumstances and find happiness in each other in the worst situations. rick and michonne defined the word soulmate for me. it just honestly makes me so emotional thinking about the fact that my two favorite characters who i have watched endure so much pain and suffering at a near constant for 2 years straight… have finally found a reason to be happy again. they have finally found something good. and it’s in each other. this is all i’ve ever wanted. 

Helpless Part 1: In The Eye Of A Reckoning - A Nessian Fic

Follows on from Hurricane but you definitely don’t need to have read that one in order to read this. Thank you, thank you to my darling @widowshulk for betaing and my dear @illyrian-baby for cheerleading me allll the way through this.

I’ve been working on this piece for a long time now (it was actually prompted but I think that poor person has since died of boredom waiting for me) so I’m a bit nervous about it all things considered. 

Title: Helpless Part 1: In The Eye Of A Reckoning

Summary: Set post ACOMAF. Cassian and Nesta first time scenario. The two work out the secrets that have been poisoning their souls for some time now and surrender themselves entirely to one another. 

TeaserHe’s…Different. Unlike anyone else she’s ever met. Hard and soft all at once; a gentle warrior; a compassionate killer; a kind battle commander; a good man.

And somehow; some faint but insistent feeling deep in her gut whispers that he’s hers. Her counter and balance. Her match, able to handle her without ever conquering her. Her equal – one who can and will always give as good as he gets. Her destruction or her salvation, the one who has the potential to be either or somehow both at once. When most of the men around her had struggled her entire life to be anything to her at all… This man; Cassian; was everything. And she had no idea how to respond to that.

Link: AO3 

Rage. Anger. Fury.

There’s a fire that burns inside her. Burns and burns and burns. In that miserable, frozen hovel they had struggled to carve out an existence in it had been her salvation. Feyre had had her stubborn defiance and the oath she had made their mother. Elain had had her gentle, unassuming hope which had been the greatest strength and light any of them had shown in that darkness.

But she had only had that bitter anger to fuel her and keep her going. Now the thing that had given her life all those years is killing her. It’s ceased fuelling her and has instead begun feeding on her. It’s devouring her a little more and a little more every day, destroying her from the inside.

Pain and guilt and grief join the torrent of anger and her soul becomes a hurricane beneath her paper thin skin. Terror flares as it rages inside her and she realises she can’t control it. Magic begins to well inside her, the sting of it now sickeningly familiar. Everything amplifies, getting bigger and stronger and louder until it numbs and deafens and blinds her to everything that isn’t her and this twisted power.

She fights it. She clenches her fists and clamps down upon it. She tries to force it to submit to her. She tries to wrestle it into submission. She tries to force it to yield to her.

 She fights. It wins.

The scream – of agony, of anguish – bursts from her as the pulse of magic erupts. Nesta crumples to her knees as her room explodes around her. It wrecks her in the process. She is left more shattered than the smashed windows and splintered furniture. The destroyer of the destroyed. The powerful powerless. The unbreakable broken. The Made unmade. The invincible immortal ruined by her own hands.

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Cassian yawns expansively, giving his wings a habitual shake to try and rouse him. The still tattered edges sting at the sudden, jolting motion and he grits his teeth, biting back the hiss of pain. They were better than they had been. In that regard he hadn’t lied to his brothers but…Rhys and Azriel knew anyway. They knew that he pretended to be better than he was. They knew some small part of him still feared, even after all these centuries, not being important, not being useful, not being needed.

So he insisted he was all right, ready to return to his duties, to prepare them for war. And his brothers accepted this, even when they knew he lied. Azriel’s eyes he felt on him in particular. Watching, his brother was always watching, watching everything. But when his hazel eyes watched him they were riddled with pain and guilt.

At night he’s felt his brother’s quiet, anguished presence there with him. When he wakes sweating and screaming, his wings ripped from his back again, he feels Azriel’s guilt there too. That only made him more determined to keep going, to be fine though he was far from it.

Weeks ago he had told Nesta he would have given up those wings a hundred times over to save his brother’s life. That hadn’t changed. It never would. Nesta had believed him; had understood that sacrifice. Azriel never would.

His brother burned with guilt for his loss – a loss he knew Az understood; pain he knew Az saw. They knew each other too well for him to truly hide anything. But for now Az knew he needed them to pretend they believed him, pretend everything was all right and so he did.

Cassian sighs heavily, rolling his shoulders to work the tension from them. That unbearable, near continual restlessness that has plagued him since Hybern builds in him once again. Ordinarily he would have flown to chase away these feelings. He would have launched himself into the sky until the cool night air swept away every issue and concern. What he wouldn’t give to lose himself once more in the wind’s tender, comforting embrace.

But…but there was no point pining after what he couldn’t have. They all had too much to concern themselves with now war was brewing to worry about what they didn’t have. The healers told him to have hope; that he may fly again. In a way that vague promise was worse than none at all.

 He wanted to know what he was dealing with. He wanted to be able to see the field before him. He could work with the soldiers he had, train them, shape them, inspire them, command them. He could deal with resources he knew he didn’t have; find ways to work himself around their lack. Things he might have frustrated him. Those he could do nothing with. They weren’t real and so couldn’t be used. But they might be and so they could not be dismissed either.

Growling darkly to himself Cassian drags a hand through his shaggy hair. Then he squares his shoulders and forces himself to continue on down the corridor. Marshalling himself he tries to go back over the points discussed at the meeting he had just left, seeking to distract himself. He has little success. 

A scream catches his attention instead, obliterating everything else around him. Chaos erupts following the shriek; as though a hurricane is tearing through part of the house. Causing his Siphons to burn like flames Cassian draws on his power. He lets it thunder through his blood, flooding his system, reading him for the fight. Then he sprints towards the source of destruction while servants hurry away. They part to let him pass, knowing better than to stand between him and whatever dares to try and harm those he loves.

As he draws nearer he realises that the source of the disturbance is Nesta’s room. His power flares more sharply in him, longing to devour any who would hurt her, his High Lord’s ward, his High Lady’s sister, his…

The snarl of fury rips from him as he bursts through her door. The action sends it flying off its already damaged hinges. As he balances himself he reaches for the sword at his back, taking up a position to both attack and defend.

He had promised to protect her. He failed her in Hybern. He had sworn a second, silent oath to himself never to do so again.

Scanning the room for any threats he keeps his practiced eyes sharp, even through his blind fury that any would dare threaten them here. However Cassian realises within a few heartbeats that they’re completely  alone in her room.

Understanding floods him the moment he finds her hunched on the floor in front of him. She's cowering – cowering – head hung, body slumped in the midst of the wreckage that surrounds him. Both the eye of the hurricane and its most devastated victim.

Despite her newly enhanced Fae form and all its accompanying strengths she seems so small huddled before him. In the mortal world, as a human, she had stood before him with the confidence, bearing and command of a queen. Now, as a Fae….That Cauldron hadn’t Made her; exactly the opposite.

Releasing his power and allowing the build up to dissipate, leaving only the usual faint rumbling behind, he steps into the room. He goes to her, steps deliberately heavy so he doesn’t startle her by approaching her from behind. Once he’s close enough to her small, hunched form he reaches out and places a gentle hand on her shoulder, trying to offer her some comfort and solace.

It’s thrown off with a violent strength a heart beat later. “Don’t touch me!” she spits viciously at him.

Her whole body trembles uncontrollably like a wild animal that’s been wounded and corned. Somehow he can sense the terror and pain rippling from her in waves, like the aftershocks of a boulder hurled into a pool far too small to contain it.

Cassian takes a step back, his hands raised in a gesture of surrender even though she’s shrunk in on herself again, back to him, and can’t see. Resigned, he decides to leave her in peace. Giving her a chance calm down should help. He'll return and see if she’ll let him help her once she’s had a chance to compose herself and doesn’t feel as ragged and raw and vulnerable.

Then he notices the trickle of blood that weeps from her shoulder in soft crimson tears. He freezes mid-step then changes his mind. Padding into the adjoining washroom he gathers together water, bandages and a bottle of ointment to tend to the gash. It needs to be bound up until her depleted strength returns enough for her to heal it herself.

Returning to the bedroom he crouches down in front of her. She refuses to acknowledge his presence but he sets down the things he’d collected from the bathing room anyway. 

“You’re bleeding,” he tells her in a low growl, gesturing to her torn shoulder.

His warm hazel eyes seek out the cold, battered blue-grey steel of hers. She avoids him still, sparing a cursory glance to her shoulder instead. Shrugging, she hunches further away from him, dismissive. “It’s fine,” she mutters back to him, a flicker of characteristic snap edging her words but no more.

“It’s not,” he says words blunt but still gentle. They soften further when he adds, “Let me take a look.”

Her eyes meet his this time. Drawn to him by the same irresistible instinct that kept him here even after she’d snarled at him to leave, wanting to make sure she was all right. Whatever she sees in his gaze, in him, seems to thaw the armour of ice that always entombs her. After a long moment she jerks her head at him, permitting him to approach and tend to her.

With careful, if callused fingers, Cassian eases the strap of her dress down her arm, baring the wound to him. Leaning in close he can feel her ragged breaths hot on his cheek for a moment. Then she turns her head away from him, staring out of the now empty window to avoid him. He probes cautiously at the long, deep rents in her skin, trying to assess the extent of the damage.

Nesta jolts round to face him with a sharp hiss when his thumb grazes over one of the raw edges accidentally. He flicks his eyes up to check on her but she’s already looked away again, as though afraid of looking at him. Or else of being truly seen by him.

“Sorry,” he growls quietly to her. 

That makes her turn to face him again. For the brief moment that their eyes meet Cassian feels something stir in him. Something that ties him to her. It’s there, if only for that single pounding heartbeat. And gone again the moment she tears her gaze from his.

Pulling himself together Cassian irritably brushes off the flash of feeling. Then he uses the ointment to clean the cuts, murmuring soft apologies to her when she grimaces in pain. Then he bandages them, trying to avoid touching her bare skin with his as much as possible. Every time he does so a spark seems to jump between like, like lightning flaring from her to him. He knows that she can feel it too, though she tries to pretend otherwise. Neither of them mentions it.

As he works Cassian fixes his gaze on her, trying to assess her condition. His hands remain gentle but a trace of steel lines his next words. “You need to learn how to control this,” he tells her flatly, keeping eye contact with her the whole time. 

He feels her body stiffen beneath his touch in response to those words. Softening slightly he caresses her arm with his hand he slides it slowly down until it meets hers. Then he takes it between his fingers and squeezes gently, trying to take some of the sting out of the admonishment. “You’re going to hurt someone,” he murmurs, trying to make his intentions clearer. “You’re going to hurt yourself. And it could be much more than a scratch next time.”

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Reasons why Hannibal/Bedelia makes perfect sense:

  • he feels protective of her.
  • of all the psychiatrists he could have chosen, it was her. There’s something about her that intrigues him.
  • she has the capacity to do Very Bad Things, which is something Hannibal knew before she did.
  • he refused to accept her resignation and she chose to accept his refusal.
  • he covered up her murder as she covered up his involvement.
  • she’s the only person besides Will Graham who knows and understands him.
  • he opens up to her about his innermost thoughts and feelings to a degree he hasn’t even done with Will.
  • she’s suspected that he’s dangerous for a while but continued his therapy regardless because her professional curiosity in him was too great to resist.
  • she’s one of very few people who saw him for what he is and survived it (in part through her own intelligence, in part because he cares about her to a degree).
  • she made the conscious choice not to kill him and instead chose to join him because again, her curiosity in him is too great to resist.
  • he allowed her to go with him instead of killing her right there, when he had already left everyone else to die (Hannibal is a social creature who enjoys company and Bedelia is a familiar force in his life he feels trusting of).
  • she’s drawn to the criminal mind, Hannibal’s in particular.
  • she’s no innocent bystander; she’s complicit in his crimes and while terrified also fascinated and participating in them to a degree she hasn’t anticipated but is undeniable.
  • they have very similar tastes; Bedelia’s house closely resembles Hannibal’s and they listen to the same kind of music. It wouldn’t be a stretch to assume Bedelia enjoys the environment and life they have in Italy as much as he does (apart from the crimes).
  • she’s an unconventional psychiatrist, like him, which doubtlessly drew him to her and makes her therapy with him about as unhealthy as his with Will’s.
  • she’s intelligent and capable enough to see through him and manipulate him to a degree, making her more an equal than a victim.
  • she never sugarcoats things and is always extremely frank with him, despite knowing what he is, and he reacts to those moments with almost childish petulancy, not anger. She’s much more of a guiding force in his life than he would probably like to admit.
  • he wanted to be her friend and she shot him down, stating that they’re colleagues but not that – because he doesn’t show his true face and hides behind a veil. The veil is now lifted and they share an openness and honesty Hannibal has never had with anyone else except to a degree Will Graham.
  • from what we’ve seen, her life is somewhat depressing; he’s her only patient, she’s alone in the house, and apparently nobody missed her when she disappeared. Hannibal can offer her excitement and intrigue, which she seems to be interested in, judging by her continuous involvement with someone who she knows to be dangerous.
  • them posing as a married couple is no coincidence; it’s Hannibal’s way of enforcing commitment, ensuring her loyalty. If she truly wished to betray him, a ring on her finger wouldn’t stop her, but somehow Hannibal seems to think it would – marriage clearly means something to him, and he chose her to do it with.

Okay but what if on the first Malec date they have a grand old time and it’s perfect and Alec has managed to make Magus laugh multiple times and they’re holding hands across the table and it’s great and they’re walking back together and finally make it back to the Institute and they’re just standing there and Alec is like “So.” and Magnus is just staring at Alec fondly and says. “So.” right back and they just look at each other for a few moments with their hands intertwined not saying anything and then Alec laughs a little and rubs the back of his neck with his other hand and says. “I don’t want to leave.” 

And Magnus just about swoons because it’s the cutest thing he has ever heard and he’s already in so deep with this gorgeous  Shadowhunter and he finally manages to gain his composure and responds back sweetly. “Neither do I.” and Alec smiles at this and he’s running his thumb over the back of Magnus’ hand and not meeting Magnus’ eyes and he looks like he wants to say something but doesn’t but then he finally stammers quietly. “Can I kiss you?” and Magnus beams at him and his heart swells with adoration and can’t help thinking how has this wonderful person never been in a relationship before and says. “Of course, Alexander.” and then Alec slowly takes Magnus’ face gently into his hands but he doesn’t kiss him yet he just caresses Magnus’ face with his hands and strokes his cheekbones and is looking at him with such awe and wonder and is analyzing his whole face as if this was going to be the last time he would ever see it and Magnus can feel the butterflies erupting in his stomach and almost dies as Alec’s eyes move from his own to his nose, his cheeks, and finally his lips and  Alec smiles the smallest of smiles and leans in, giving Magnus the most careful and tender kiss 

And Magnus’ hands grasp onto Alec’s elbows and the kiss is so different from their first one this one is more thought out and precise and caring and chaste and it’s just perfect and Magnus wants to sing because of how happy he is at this precise moment and he can smell Alec’s aftershave and hint of cologne that Isabelle probably forced him to wear for the occasion and Alec’s lips are so soft and warm and he tastes of determination and and excitement and  that chocolate cake that they shared earlier at the restaurant and Magnus almost dies at the sensation of Alec’s long eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbone and they finally both pull away and both men are grinning from ear to ear and Magnus feels a laugh bubbling up in his chest and he ducks his head to hide his blush. “You never cease to amaze me, Alec.” He smiles up at the other man and Alec just about loses his breath at the sight of Magnus with his dopey grin and shining eyes and slightly tousled hair and he can’t help thinking that he’s never seen anyone more beautiful in his entire life and how he made him look like that and suddenly Alec  has forgotten everything horrible in his life all because of Magnus Bane and he finally manages to stutter a “Thanks for tonight. We…we should do that again sometime.” 

 And Magnus has to tell himself over and over that it would not be appropriate on a first date to full on sprint at Alec and hug the life out of him and and it took all of his willpower not to scream YES YES YES and to instead respond with a “I would love that.” and Alec is smiling as if his life depends on it and says. “Great.” and suddenly feels daring and leans in for a quick peck that takes Magnus completely by surprise and mutters a “Goodnight, Magnus.” while blushing furiously and Magnus’ hand goes to his lips and calls out a “Goodnight, Alexander.” as Alec makes his way to the Institute door, his eyes never leaving Magnus and Magnus does his best not to laugh out loud when Alec smacks his head against the door frame and almost trips over his own feet and looks back at Magnus with a sheepish look on his face and states “That’s a door.” and Magnus nods but cannot stop the titter that escapes from him and waves at Alec cheerfully and Alec, clearly relieved that Magnus does not think he is a complete fool, waves cheerfully back and walks into the Institute, but not before giving Magnus a loving and longing look before closing the door.  

And if anyone later that night saw a glittery man pirouetting in the old churchyard while giggling like a gleeful child, they probably were extremely confused.

 - go forth and have no fear |x|

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Kang Chul’s story in the cartoon had a happy ending, but the ending of Chul and Yeon Joo’s story is unclear yet. Though it may be boring and ordinary, I hope their story will continue for 50 years. Just like other ordinary couples.

this might honestly be the best pic of all time

like honestly what is even going on

this is the most perfect summary of the relationship i’m sorry

Haruka: trying 2 be srs while getting in some physical contact Michiru: 2 fabulous 4 u

i like how usagi’s in the back just wtfing and Mamoru LOOKS SO JUdGEMENTAL LIKE “ARe U SRS RIGHT NOW” (but is clearly jealous he didn’t get to do it first

ALRIGHT. I highly recommend commissioning @dalishwolfhound, because they did a fantasterrific job drawing Darth Serenus (Sith Qui-Gon) from my Frisson AU for me.

I mean, just look at him? He’s perfect. I’m only crying alot. They also did this in only a couple days, so you get great quality with a great turnaround time for a great price. You can’t lose. Just look at him.

Thank you, Dalish!

First of all, OH MY GOD THESE TWO ARE ADORABLE I CANT EVEN WHAT THE HELL NO NO TOO CUTE.

Secondly, the cute little jokes, the lack of blushing, you can tell they have become very comfortable with each other during the year. Levy was able to find the group straight away, I don’t think she was “left behind” so much as Gajeel just knew she’d catch up. And he’s the one flirting!! Not being oblivious or unconsciously romantic- actually intentionally flirty omg.

Thirdly, please note that Gajeel has a Panther-Lily plushie in his bag… A plushie of his bro-cat. Oh. My. Gawd, I cannot deal with how cute these two are. All I see are love hearts and plushies. How is this legal???

NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

The nightmare I had last night. It was horrible. I still can’t get over it. Tbbt last episode ever: all the couples were happy, Shamy were together (happily married, Amy’s pregnant), Lenny had a toddler, Howardette 2 children, Raj was with Lucy… and everything was perfect. And then suddenly a door closes and Leonard is standing on the doorway with Sheldon, in the 1x01, wondering if it would be a good idea to invite Penny for lunch.

Nothing happened (yet?). And my ship was just a dream.

Still shocked.

HOW?!