this is how you handle it


» A Collection of Near-Death Experiences by somethingaboutamoose

Keith was twelve years old when he was involved in a car accident with his family. After the near-death experience, Keith has found out something about himself: He can’t die.

» all we have to do by aknightley

Keith gets hurt during a mission, and Lance is not sure how to handle that.

» between stars by NotRover

After years of fighting on opposite sides of the war, Lance and Keith meet once again on the battlefield.

» blue, blue eyes by albino_yeti

What would you do
if you ever knew
the man you desperately love
never thinks the same of you?

» Bottom Of The Ninth by xfulcrumx

Lance is the new pitcher for The Lions. Coran’s goal for the season is to make their rival team, The Galrans, beg for mercy. Somewhere along the way, Klance happens.

» Carpe Diems and Chrysanthemums by Gigapoodle

After years of rivalry, bitter acquaintanceship, and eventual friendship, the realization slaps Lance hard, hard enough to settle into his lungs and sap his life away. It’s when he coughs up a petal that Lance realizes just how far gone he is.

» close to you by solllys

they’re in love with each other; that’s how these things go

» Confinement Of Pain by NightcoreFairy

“During the day we were mere rivals.”

“And during the night?”

“During the night, he was the love of my life.”

» Control by ver_ironica

Keith is desperate to keep up appearances, but things are getting harder. He has to lead Voltron while keeping himself in check. His control is reaching the breaking point, and there may be no turning back.

» Crowd Pleaser by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot

It’s a male strip club, which means Keith’s never short of entertainment during working hours - especially when Blue Rider takes the stage. Because Blue’s hot - definitely talented - and definitely taking an interest in Keith.

» excelsior by warmth

“Onward and upward,” Lance says. “to greater glory.”

» Going Under by sun_stricken

Lance takes a dangerous spill in the ocean and is saved by none other than a mermaid with weird hair

» Hershey’s Kisses by EnglishCivilWar

In which Keith is sad, and Lance tries to cook.

» i think you’re fine you really blow my mind by keithxlance

Five times Lance uses pick-up lines and one time Keith decides to try it out as well.

» I Watched the Sky and the Stars Reminded Me of You by beckkai

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothing. I’m just.” He looked back at the rising moon and expanse of sky before setting Keith with a soft glare,”Nothing.”

» Like Fire by PastelClark

By circumstance and happenstance, Red finds herself in situations requiring she change paladins twice in her life

» Moonset Deep by MilkTeaMiku

All his life he’d been told to make sure he was never seen – it was what all the children were taught from the moment they were born. Never let a human see you, never fall in love with a human, and most importantly, never kiss one.

» Never Let Me Go by doodlenauts

When the music stops, he meets him halfway - even when they’re thousands of millions of miles apart.

» Nothing Like the Rain When You’re In Outer Space by Wayward_child

Lance misses the rain.

» oblivious to what made you so obvious by altruisticallura

He looked up suddenly, as if he could feel Lance’s eyes on him, and gave a small grin. Lance was a goner.

» Panacea (A Cure for Love) by RowenaMacLeod

Keith contracts an alien disease that wipes your mind of the one you love.

» Reach out for you (break these walls) by Utsukushin

Keith is trying to make himself smaller, to bury his head deeper in his knees, and Lance’s heart freezes in his chest. 

» solace in the thrum of your heart by laidellennt

Lance cannot find solace in the stars.

» Somebody Left The Gate Open by lordbatty

Lance always knew he would have to be the one to pick Keith back up. And he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

» suave and charming as heck by Lance_WhyUAlwaysLion

Lance is neither suave nor charming. Or, Lance thinks he’s a pro at flirting until suddenly, he’s the one getting flirted with.

» Sung Me Moonstruck by sciencefictioness

Something hungry within him that was only sated by the sound of Lance’s voice, or the sight of those too deep eyes cutting sideways to look at him. Something wild that only calmed when he was near.

Something broken in Keith that was held together with that crooked grin.

» symbolization by bolbessa

Keith didn’t really do flowers. He just couldn’t take care of them, and to be completely honest, he didn’t see the point.

» teeth and all by viscrael

“Do you want to kiss someone?”

Keith almost drops his Bayard.

» the sea pronounces something by legendarydesvender

AU where Keith is a sailor and Lance is the siren trying to drown him.

» The Whirling Ways Of Stars That Pass by mandaloore

“There,” he spoke in an almost-whisper, tracing the outline of the imaginary constellation like a child following a dot-to-dot illustration. Keith watched his movements from his peripheral vision, hoping that Lance was too preoccupied to notice the rapid beating of his heart. “Can you see it now?”

» Waves Amongst Stardust by Resamille

The flutter of Lance’s heart is almost lost to the homesickness pounding through his veins.

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Hear The Sounds [S]

pairings/characters: myg x reader

genre: smut (with littlle to no context)

word count: around 3.4k?

summary: a little teasing can go a long way, especially if Yoongi can’t control himself out in the open. 


Warning: ummm very public sex, explicit descriptions, and images, slight degrading

Originally posted by meandmyopinionss


You thought to yourself, the feeling of his fingers so lewdly close to your core already sending shrills up your spine. It was a bad idea, sure, but you’d never expect him to go this far.

Fuck if anything you were in public, surrounded by thousands of people, right next to you. If anyone wasn’t too dazed by the loud music and flashing lights, they sure as hell would’ve noticed the very overt act that the both of you displayed to the whole lot.

It all started as a joke, what was supposed to be a chill night out with your overly exerted boyfriend turned into something so utterly scandalous that even the raging beats of the drummer up front couldn’t distract you from the way his breath hit the now heated skin of your neck.

“Baby girl you know you shouldn’t have.”

Hell you did, you knew it very well. The very moment you let your hand trail his jaw a second too long, you knew you were in for something tonight.

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callout to all antis

I really love how antis are all ‘well we’ll call out antis who are being abusive!’

You need to call out all antis because your movement is based on abusive rhetoric

Your whole movement is inherently abusive.

Your whole movment is inherently abusive

Your whole movment is inherently abusive.

I don’t want to hear about how you’re minors and literally every adult on this hellsite is harassing you like it’s some sort of card you can play to get people to back off when you’re doing wrong. You toss around loaded terms like they’re candy and then try to use them to defend yourself when people call you out on it. You’re choosing to participate in discourse, you can handle people telling you the truth.

How many csa survivors need to tell  you that what you’re saying isn’t true, that you don’t speak for them, that calling them pedophiles for shipping a fictional ship is hurting them? 

You preach being about protecting surivors but that’s not what you’re about. If you wanted to protect survivors you’d respect them and litsten to them when they tell you what you’re doing is wrong and that you’re being harmful.

But no, because you refuse to listen to anyone but yourselves. You’re directly contributing to the harm of csa survivors and minors by refusing to listen. You’re contributing to a culture that makes it okay to put fucking needles in someone’s cookies. You’re actively speaking over people of color, people who are lgbt+, people who are trans, and abuse survivors, and telling them they are less legitimate than you and even that they’re abusers. 

You wanna talk about ‘normalizing abuse?’ You’re normalizing abuse. It’s you, Not us. And you can’t hide behind being a literal minor or a literal survivor anymore.

There’s real people behind these fucking computer screens-. It’s time to grow up.

anonymous asked:

i think one of the reasons why female shepard going through all of ME affects me more than male shepard is bc while men are expected to carry the weight of the world Stoically, women are expected to handle Everything- to handhold and take the blame onto ourselves and, when put in positions of power, act just as stoically. jane's story KILLS me because it's a completely plausible story- she suffers and she suffers and is told she's crazy and when everything's gone to hell she still has to fix it

i’m attached to femshep primarily BECAUSE i feel like her story is just a tad bit more powerful when you portray shepard as a woman. 

like i’ve seen men talk about mass effect and how disrespected the council made them feel. the council brushed shepard off, called them crazy, and then came crawling back when shit went awry. “why didn’t they just believe them in the first place?” they say, “the evidence was there, and they blew shepard off.” 

meanwhile EVERY single woman i’ve talked to about mass effect related to shepard. she was slandered, spit on, and told she was delusional. almost every woman has been called crazy for seeing a problem that ‘wasn’t there’, whether it was a family issue, a societal issue, or even a business issue. and then, in the end, shepard had to clean up the mess anyway. 

and while maleshep’s story rings a little bit cliche– man saves the galaxy through sheer force of will– it feels…. stronger, more original, more powerful as femshep. this woman was backhanded and gaslit so many times, and she still rose up and did the impossible anyway. 

bioware has a fuckton of problems, and i know there were issues with how they treated femsheps character, but overall? 

the mass effect trilogy, when headed by femshep, is honestly one of the most feminist stories i’ve ever seen. 

prompt from @sanvers-cuddles “Idk I’m just so hurt, so maybe something about Maggie wanting to run but Alex being there for her and idk just something happy. I’m too broken for anything else” (it’s angsty, as per your prompt, but I promise it has a happy ending and is super, super soft!!!) and @obsessivesarcasticgayliving “Reassurance that it’s ok to take care of yourself first and that the world won’t end because you do, and the people that you didn’t help right away are still going to be ok.”

She’s on the drunk side of tipsy when Alex’s key scrapes her apartment door.

She’s on the drunk side of tipsy and the bottle of scotch is next to her like a water bottle and her wrists are wrapped and she’s slamming into her heavy bag with old school Linkin Park slamming in her eardrums, in her walls, in her bones.

Alex doesn’t ask, and she doesn’t interrupt.

But she does close the bottle of scotch and replace it with a glass of water. Maggie glances at her and maybe glares slightly, but she goes back to her punch combinations, her switch kicks, her keeping on her toes and cascading her emotional pain into physical pain.

Alex sits silently on the couch, and Alex watches.

“Rotate your hips more on that last combination, Sawyer,” she observes after a few long minutes, shouting slightly to be heard over the music.

“I don’t need DEO tips, Danvers,” Maggie parries before slamming everything she has into the bag for a solid thirty seconds, grunting in frustration and exertion and pent-up rage being let loose, her cool being let out of its carefully sealed container. She switches off the music and looks around for what Alex did with the scotch bottle futilely before shrugging and chugging the water.

“Good workout?” Alex asks, and Maggie grunts something unintelligible as she pants her way to the sink for more water.

“Tough day?”

“Doesn’t matter, Danvers. How was yours? Heard one of your old nemeses came back, one of the former Fort Rozz prisoners?”

Alex shrugs. “Wasn’t a bad fight. Kara handled him easily. What about you?”

“What about me, Alex?”

“Are you going to tell me – “

“No! You know what, no, I’m not, because you know what, Alex, it never changes anything. Telling you about my parents? They still hate me, but you know what it did do? Made me think about it more, made me feel it again. Telling you about Emily? I’m still an asshole, but you know what it did do? Make me remember what a runner I am, made me realize I haven’t changed all that much, that I still can’t trust people, I still can’t – “

“Did you cheat on me?” Alex stands, her voice low and soft and just this side of broken.

“What? No,” Maggie answers, her face so open, so apologetic, so surprised at the question, that Alex feels an odd stirring of pride in her gut. That it might occur to Maggie to be terrified, but it wouldn’t occur to her to implode them – implode herself – like that.

Or at least, that’s what Alex hopes it means.

“I just…” She heaves a sigh and she chugs more water and she roughly undoes her wrist wraps.

“I’m scared, Alex. And I hate telling anyone I’m scared. I just… I kissed you because I almost died, and I told you I want a lifetime of firsts with you because you almost died, and you asked me to marry you because the entire damn planet almost died, and I just… how many times can I almost lose you? Wouldn’t it be better to leave than to watch… because it’ll happen. Inevitably. One of us. Both of us. And I can’t… Alex, I can’t lose you.”

Alex stares at her, tears mixing with her sweat, now, and nods slowly as she walks around the couch to stand in front of her, tentative, like she’s approaching a wounded deer.

“You can’t lose me, so you’re tempted to… leave me?”

“Tempted? No, Alex, there’s… there’s nothing I want more than I want you, I just…”

“You’re scared.”

“I’m terrified.” Her voice cracks and Alex’s heart cracks along with it. She reaches for Maggie’s hands and Maggie barely hesitates before taking them and pulling Alex closer into her, sweat-soaked tank be damned.

“Then be terrified with me. Figure things out with me. You… Maggie, the world’s not going to end if you let yourself heal. If you let me help you heal. The world’s not gonna end if you take care of yourself, if you let someone – let me – take care of you. Together. You don’t have to run, Maggie, and we can take our time. Fuck marriage, screw all that, we can just… we can have our firsts, and we don’t have to call them anything, I just… Maggie, you’re in pain. You’re in pain and you think that if you shut it down, it’ll make it better, but that’s the opposite of what you always tell me to do. So now I’m telling you: you can take care of yourself instead of burying it. You can let me – and all our friends, they love you, too, Maggie – let us take care of you.”

Maggie chokes down a sob and she steps back – a big step back, and both of their bodies keen from the loss of contact, but if she stays that close to her, she’ll surrender, and god, she can’t, she can’t, she won’t. 

Because she can’t do that to her. Not to Alex.

“But that’s just the thing, Alex: I don’t want you to have to take care of me. You found your father again, and then you lost him in such an awful, awful way. You were kidnapped, you were tortured, you were seconds away from dying. Your sister almost got launched across the universe, you almost blew your sister up. You need to be taken care of right now, Alex, you need to be focused on. And if I make you focus on me, make the others take care of me – Winn and Kara are both just getting out of abusive relationships, James is just figuring out how to be himself and a superhero… it’s selfish, Alex, to ask all of you to drop all that and take care of… me.”

“But it’s not, Maggie. You deserve to be loved, you deserve to take care of yourself, and sometimes, that’s letting people in. The world won’t end, Maggie, and we’ll all be fine. There’s enough love between us all to go around, trust me. Can you do that? Can you trust me? Instead of leave me?”

Maggie stares up at her for a long, long moment, and Alex tentatively steps back into her space. 

“You know your pout is even more effective than Kara’s, right?”

“Well where do you think she got it from?”

Maggie smiles, and it lights up her entire tear-stained face as she pulls Alex down for a hard, desperate, loving, loving, loving, kiss.

“It figures that Supergirl learned how to be a hero from the best hero there is.”

Alex smiles and shakes her head through her own tears.

“That’s you, Maggie Sawyer. That’s you.”

She kisses her again, and they start to walk each other toward the bathroom, toward the shower, but Alex pauses and breaks the kiss, a grin forming on her slightly swollen lips.

“Did you just imply that Kara’s pouts are one of Supergirl’s assets as a hero?”

“Clearly no enemy’s ever pouted at you while you’re trying to arrest them. We need to expand your repertoire, Danvers.”

Alex laughs, and it’s breathy and heady and so, so relieved.

“I love you, Maggie. I’m always going to love you.”

“I’m always going to love you too, Alex Danvers.”

And she will. God, god, god, she will.

I have no idea on what to say before I do this so I’m just gonna say LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Shuichi Saihara

-This boy knew you liked horror movies long ago, that was obvious
-Of course he under-estimated your love
-The first strike was when you asked him if you could watch this horror movie with you
-He replied with a “Sure” because he didn’t think this was one of ‘those’ movies which scar you for the rest of your life
-[Just insert screams from Shuichi here, and some laugher from you because Shuichi keeps screaming]
-When the movie ended Shyhara rejoiced [But he still didn’t piece the fucking facts together]
-Second strike was knowing about millions of horror movies, some of which he never heard of
-How did you know so much??
-He still didn’t question this
-And then the final strike oh the final strike
-Was when he checked your internet history
-Let’s just say, he found something that would scar an adult

[I tried to make Kiibaby’s imagine long]

-This poor robot just wanted to visit his lover so he decided to come over to your house!
-Nothing bad could happen
-“S/O where are yo-”
-this poor robot is interrupted by a blood curdling scream
-Kiibo immediately runs towards the scream praying to [Angie’s] god that your okay
-He is both happy and afraid when he finds a computer playing a horrifying, morbid scene play on the computer
-Kiibo screeches before running to the corner of the room
[1 minute later]
-He just wanted to see his S/O that’s really all he asked for
-He did not want to be curled up on the floor, in a little ball crying for his creator
-But here he was doing just that, as the computer mocked him by repeating scene over and over
[1 MORE minutes later]
-You were just eating at the time but, you swore you heard some puny screams coming from somewhere
-So after 2 minutes you decided to investigate
-So you went out of the room, to investigate
-And all the clues led to your boyfriend crying tears [AND ROBOT’S CAN’T CRY THIS IS SERIOUS]
-“S/O!??? I-Is that you…?? T-Thank goodness!!! P-Please save me!!!”
-You looked at your boyfriends shaking figure as he pointed to your computer
-“T-They’ve betrayed me!! A-And they won’t stop no matter how hard I beg!! Please just end it…”
-You walked towards your computer which was currently displaying a jump scare from this one movie you were planning to watch it was it’s trailer and it was currently playing, over and over
-You turn the computer off easily as you go back to your boyfriend and explain the situation
-He weeps as he apologizes
-Kiibo promises to never come to your house without warning you first

Kaito Momota

-At the time he noticed this, you also realized his fear for the occult
-You were watching one of those movies where the occult is a big part
-And through the movie your both, you 'brave’ boyfriend kept screaming over and over
-And you laughed at his screams of terror [Because fuck helping him]
-You have no regrets because the face he’s making is just beautiful
-Even if he’s screaming bloody murder, and holding onto you like his life depended on it
-You have no regrets
-Just so you know Kaito’s never watching a horror movie with you again [PS: He probably will if it’s one of those space horror movies though ;)]

Ouma Kokichi

-I know it’s fake tears but, THE FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK
-You don’t even look like you care about the movie, because you 'watched it’ already
-He’s actually sad because he put effort into scaring you
-He’s whining, and your sleeping by now
-Your laughing, your really laughing at his efforts in your sleep
-Mod Kaede: rEVENGE

Amami Rantarou

-Okay, okay his reason is honestly pure and adorable
-You know those boyfriends who have lovers who cling onto them during those scary parts in movies
-He wanted you two to do that
-It’s cute!! [Oh the dork]
-So he planned to bring you two to this one horror movie which he researched [Which you also watched but he doesn’t know that]
-So when you both got inside the theater he was surprised to see that you weren’t really reacting
-Why aren’t you reacting
-He flinches, as he wraps his arms around you- Oh my god fucking fuck
-His plan failed
-He’s failed
-Your patting his head, telling him it’s okay
-Poor mister avocado man

Korekiyo Shinguuji

-Like honestly same
-*Drops microphone*
-[I’m so sorry that’s all I have to say]

Gokuhara Gonta

-“Gonta I’m gonna watch a horror movie later, so you should leave early”
-Oh you idiot
-So this POOR boy just asks
-“May Gonta watch too?”
-He asked it so innocently, and I mean he looked like a fucking puppy at the moment his red eyes staring at your Un-pure soul
-You wanted to say no but to make it short
-You didn’t say no
-You regret it, you regret it with your utterlessy useless being as you listen to the screams of your poor INNOCENT boyfriend echo throughout the room
-[You make sure to never let your boyfriend watch a horror movie with you again ONLY THE BEE MOVIE FOR THIS BOI]

Ryouma Hoshi

-[This is honestly a funny story, of how he sees you like horror]
-Your watching a horror movie
-And your short boyfriend’s waiting outside the door visiting you
-This leads to a very awkward meeting
-During this one part of the horror movie you were watching, a horrifying scene showed
-This managed to make you scream
-And dare I say you screamed very loudly
-And your boyfriend heard this scream
-What’s his first reaction?
-Kick down the door
-His first thought is to kick down the door
-Kicking down the door, he runs inside to see if your okay
-Sadly this noise, makes you scream AGAIN because you had no idea what the noise was
-And so your boyfriend gets more worried and starts breaking all of your doors down
-This leads to more screams
-And your screams lead to more doors being broken
-I’m just gonna let you imagine how the two of you react when you see what’s really happening
-[But he sees you like horror movies now]


So, in light of the voltron leaks, I’d like to have a discussion. There are two ways to address people when they make a mistake like this. You can either “call them out” and forever immortalize what they’ve said in a post like with @/sir-scandalous and @/keiths-salt, or you can talk to them.

I saw this person, and immediately what they said rubbed me the wrong way. They seemed misguided and… Honestly? Young. I’m guessing the 14 in their age points to their name, but for them to be witch hunted like this before ANYONE talked them through this is wrong. Even someone I follow on twitter decided to quote tweet them instead of having a discussion.

Now, why am I upset about how this was handled? Because it speaks to the larger picture here. In many fandoms, but especially the voltron fandom, ship wars and embarrassing behavior is common. The major defining factor is that we’re not seeing each other as people. 

They made a petty threat because they wanted their ship to be canon, not thinking about the studio as people who are working to create something. Voice actors, writers, animators, even creators of shows are held up as all powerful idols that can word-of-god your ship into canon and are pestered for it. Insults and threats are thrown out like rocks from a slingshot, aiming to damage others if they don’t do what you say. The only way we can calm this fandom is to TALK to people we disagree with. 

Do you want to know how I got them to realize what they were saying? I talked. Nicely. I told them the reality of the situation and offered a shoulder to lean on if they needed help. I asked others to back off when we’d already talked things out. 

Not everything has to be a battle. Voltron is an example of using your fists as a solution, but if you really just sit down and use some empathy, we can make this fandom a better place.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I need some advice on a matter I'm kind of iffy about. I'm sort of new to DMing, and I have four 7th level characters in my campaign (ranger, thief, sorcerer and a fighter). Most of them have relatively high ACs to me which may or not be an issue. The Sorcerer and the Thief have 17 AC and the Fighter has 20 AC. I don't mind the Fighter having a high AC, but the other two I'm finding difficult to handle. I'm just wondering how can I make encounters more difficult for them?

How did they get that AC?! I’m an eighth level thief and unless I had multiple magical items that buff my AC, I don’t know how that would be possible. The sorcerer should not have armor so they also shouldn’t be that high. You can also use traps, or spells that don’t attack AC. My fiancé is freaking out that the sorcerer has that high of an AC. Maybe feats are involved? You can’t cast spells in heavy armor so they shouldn’t be that high at that level. Feel free to message me directly for more information. Fiancé says they’re too powerful to be at that level without magical items, so maybe take those away if they have them.

Needs | John Shelby [part 2]

[part 1]

Request: [part 2] john shelby imagine where he falls for someone w/ a young son & shes hesitant to b involved w/john bc shes worried abt his safety. They go out& eventually they get married. She gets close to his kids. One day they hav a fight and john says let me handle it they r my kids. She gets offended and says fine she will only take care of her son then and leaves him alone to deal with his kids and work for a few days. He realizes how much he needs her. Thx

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anonymous asked:

Okay so @the anon with the hc about Google glitching bc it was a personal question, what if Google can't handle like actual human nature? Like humans tend to personify things and give them personalities and names and stuff (like Mark and us did with Google) and what if Google doesn't know how to function as a "person" i.e. outside of his primary and secondary objectives? As soon as you treat him like a human being he glitches out because he doesn't know how to handle it.

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anonymous asked:

Are you happy now? Kubo has ruined her series with the pedophilic bullshit that you and all the other otayurgles go mad for.

Oh, I was wondering when you would show up. Antis just can’t stay away, can they? Look, I don’t care what you think about ‘Welcome to the Madness’ or how rustled your jimmies are–if you don’t like what’s going on, don’t be apart of the fandom. If you can’t handle the fact that Kubo wants to play on what Otabek and Yuri’s relationship could be and how it’s developing, don’t stick around and make everyone else annoyed with your negativity.

It’s obvious that you all are being super fucking stupid about this but no one wants to own up to the fact that you all are literally bitching about a basically 2 year age gap. Last I checked, Otabek was 18 not 56–soooo, like?????? 

Right now, I am too fucking jazzed about all the new content and basking in the glow that is the Madness with everyone else in our lovely little community that aren’t total dickholes. Maybe you should go put your time and effort into something more productive, like leaving me the hell alone <3

anonymous asked:

I want people to appreciate Scorpio venuses. They'll love you for you. They'll fall in love with your flaws. Yes, they may be creepy, because they fall in love too hard and don't know how to deal with it. This is coming from a person with Sag stellium, by the way.

Wow, this was such a beautiful message and I agree with you 100%!! Scorpio Venus definitely isn’t for everyone, but the lucky few who can handle us will be set for life 💖 

anonymous asked:

Y'all have seen Kai's dance from today? 😭 I wasn't even there & I'm barely alive, don't know how those girls there managed it. THIS MAN IS A THREAT. A LOADED GUN ! 👅


(p.s expect some kai smut when i get home because THIIIISSSS)

- Admin Xiufairy

How “Il letting the tribes do whatever they wanted” probably went:

Geuntae: I’d like to handle the towns Kumji has control over. 

Il: Oh, Kumji does big business with the Kai Empire, right? Better approach that delicately. 

Geuntae: Can you, the king of Kouka, help me with that risk?

Il: No, do it yourself. You’re the Earth leader, aren’t you? Don’t screw it up or the whole country will be in jeopardy. I may have to surrender more of your land to appease them. Now, who wants some steam buns?

Geun-tae: welp, guess I’ll give up ‘cause DELICACY? WAT THAT


Jungi: We have a major illegal drug problem that’s being poured into the land by South Kai merchants and nobles, and I want to tackle it.

Il: Oh, Kai merchants again? With nobles this time? Better approach that delicately or it may spark a war. Be assertive in closing those lines they’re getting through, but don’t overdo it because you’ll just kill the Water’s economy. Royalty is losing control of their nobles over there, it’s madness. 

Jungi: Yes, I know that. Can you, the king of Kouka, help me with that risk?

Il: *stuffing steamed buns into his pockets* Sorry, I need to leave immediately. 

Jungi: welp, guess I’ll just give up ‘cause ASSERTIVENESS? WAT THAT


Sujin: Hi.

Il: Hi. 

Sujin: There are rumors going around the castle that I’m stock-piling weapons. Just know they aren’t true.

Il: Ok. Hey, just in case you were planning anything, and I’m not saying you are…Tae-Jun. How about it? 

Sujin: ?????


Mundok: KING IL MY LORD *bows a million times*

Il: Hello Mundok. 

Mundok: I literally have nothing to report because Xing isn’t a threat to us in any way whatsoever, I don’t have aspirations of obtaining the throne through violent means, the entire territory gets by on naps and food, and we’re just overall The Best Tribe. *sees Hak rolling his eyes and begins whacking him with a wooden sword*

Il: Mundok, please stop. 

“I’m never going to leave you.”

My first attempt at ACOTAR fanfic - I decided to start with Nessian.

ACOWAR spoilers!


She didn’t feel like celebrating.  Yes, the war was over.  Yes, they all survived.  But she didn’t feel like she had won anything.  She watched as thousands died.  She watched her father die.  She watched Elain, her delicate sister, slaughter the King of Hybern.  And they were both still irrevocably changed in body and soul, both with powers neither one of them knew how to handle or begin to understand.

Nesta didn’t know what was next for her.  She couldn’t go back home, not since she was no longer human.  She especially wouldn’t leave without her sister and it was clear Elain was in no condition to go back to the human realm.  Nesta didn’t know how to help her, either.  She didn’t know how to help herself.  She hadn’t felt this untethered since the incident with Tomas Mandry.  That had taken it’s tole on her life, and changed her in ways she never expected.  Just letting his name cross her mind enhanced her current state of being unsettled.  Rising from the chair in her room she rubbed her hands up and down her arms to try to warm herself and get rid of the unpleasant thoughts.

The house was quiet today.  Everyone else has been happy, resettling into their lives and finding joy in each other and in the new world they were creating.  Nesta was stuck.  She had nothing to accomplish, nothing to attain, nothing to contribute.  She had barely left her room since returning from the war a month ago, only leaving to grab something to eat when hunger drove her out.  She didn’t even visit Elain anymore, frustrated and desolate because she wasn’t able to help her in any way.  She rarely ran into anyone during her trips to the kitchen, and when she did she always felt like a black cloud raining on their happiness.  They stopped talking and laughing when she appeared, and even Feyre no longer attempted to include her in their gatherings.  She was the ghost in the attic, residing in the house but always kept at arms length when seen.

She didn’t blame them.  She didn’t know how to help herself, so how would they have any idea what to do for her?  She never did ask Feyre how she handled being turned into High Fae, or having powers she never experienced before.  While Nesta was still human she didn’t care about all that; she was only focused on protecting Elain.  Feyre had obviously managed the transition and was thriving when she visited them before the war.  And it wasn’t like she was forced against her will to be changed - she was dying, and it was done to save her, so of course Feyre would have come out of her transition grateful for the second chance at life.  That was nothing like Nesta’s transition.

Making her way to the kitchen, Nesta couldn’t shake all the dark memories from her recent and far past.  She almost couldn’t distinguish the difference between the two anymore, all blending together seamlessly as if she had never known a happy or comfortable period in her life.  She thought what Tomas had done would be the most damaging experience she’d ever face and working through that to get back a semblance of a life with Elain almost destroyed her.  Everyone thought her strong, but only she knew the truth; the walls she kept around herself felt brittle now, like they would shatter if she ever lost her vigilance at keeping them strong, and she didn’t know how much longer she would have the strength to hold them up.  Going through these changes and feeling this darkness writhing inside herself - she knew it was only a matter of time before it overwhelmed and consumed her, destroying her completely.


Startled, she whirled around in the kitchen and saw Cassian standing in the doorway.  How long had she been standing there lost in her thoughts?  Rubbing her arms, she refused to look him in the eyes.

“Are you cold?”  The concern in his voice almost broke her.  She can’t let that happen, not now, not today.

“No, I just came to find something to eat,” she snapped at him, still refusing to meet his gaze.

Stepping into the kitchen he moved towards the cupboards.  “Everyone has gone out in the city so there isn’t a dinner prepared here tonight.  But I can make us something edible, I’m sure.”

“You cook?”  Nesta blurted out, the question springing out of her, surprised that a male warrior would stoop to anything so domestic as cooking in a kitchen.  

Chuckling, he glanced over his shoulder at her and winked.  “I’ve been known to surprise my friends with my skills.”

Feeling awkward, Nesta stood in the middle of the kitchen while Cassian arranged pots and pans on the stove and piled ingredients on the counter.  Removing a couple of knives from a  drawer he said without looking her way, “Why don’t you help me chop these vegetables?”

He continued to gather ingredients, occasionally throwing something into a pot or pan.  After a couple of minutes when she didn’t move to help him, he mumbled, “Or not,” and started chopping.  Irritated with him, she marched over to the counter and grabbed one of the knives and a pepper.  She started slicing it along it’s length and soon had a mess of pepper bits, seeds and pulp all over the counter.

“Happy now?”  She snarled at him, throwing the knife in the sink.

“Yes, thank you.”  He had a strained look on his face and his lips were twitching, but he didn’t say anything more, just scooped up her chopped vegetable and tossed it into the pot.  He continued adding ingredients and stirring the food, humming to himself as he worked.  She watched him, fascinated at a male cooking, let alone the General Commander of the Night Court.  He had left his hair down today and when it brushed against his chin he would tuck it back behind his ear.  He seemed to be comfortable in the kitchen, graceful even, and she marveled that for all his battle knowledge and warrior training he didn’t look out of place cooking them dinner.

Glancing her way he asked, “Will you get the plates and silverware ready?”

Glaring at him, afraid he had caught her staring, she stated, “I plan on eating in my room.”

“Well, you still need a plate, don’t you?” he smirked.

Aggravated with his logic, she stomped her way to the cupboard that held the plates and grabbing one stepped next to Cassian for him to dish out her portion.  His shoulder brushed against hers while he scooped the food onto her plate and she stiffened.  He stopped moving and gently turned towards her.  She didn’t move, she didn’t look at him.  He waited a full minute, two, then three.  He just stood there, relaxed but still as a statue, and finally she raised her head and looked at him.  Her gray-blue eyes were made of steel, never revealing her emotions, but when she locked eyes with Cassian’s gaze she knew he stripped her barriers and saw the depth of her fear and emotions running through her today.  He held her gaze with his beautiful hazel eyes, and she remembered looking into them a month ago and believing they would never get the chance to look at each other again.  She thought they would both die that day, and his promises to her on that battlefield made her stronger.  But after, he hadn’t so much as looked her way, not once, and she came to realize it was just the heat of the battle and the knowledge of death standing next to him that created that moment between them, that moment that turned out to be a lie.

Hardening her gaze, she yanked her plate out of his hand and moved towards the hallway that lead to her room.  When she reached the doorway she heard him speak quietly, “It wasn’t a lie.”

Whirling around and spilling half her food in the process, she stood in the doorway, stunned speechless and with eyes big as saucers.  

“In case that’s what you’ve been thinking all this time, about me, about what I promised you on that battlefield.”  He held her gaze and took a deep breath.  “When you decided to bait Hybern, to use yourself and your power as a diversion, I knew it was a death mission.  I knew it meant you weren’t coming back.  I also knew I wasn’t going to let you go alone, and I was going to do whatever it took to keep you alive.  Anything it took to keep you alive.  No matter the cost.”

“And then Hybern showed up with your father in his clutches.”  A tear escaped down Nesta’s cheek, and Cassian’s voice broke.  “I understood why you couldn’t strike at Hybern.  I tried to protect you and kill him, and I failed at both.”  Cassian hung his head, his hair falling and hiding part of his face.  His shoulders shuddered with a silent sob, and after a moment he gathered himself and looked up at Nesta with tears shining in his eyes.

He was whispering now, barely able to get the words out.  “I wanted that time with you, that time I wished we had before the war.  That time I promised you we would have in the next world.”  Taking a deep breath, he cleared his throat and continued in a stronger voice.  “I thought maybe you needed time, after everything you had been through.  I was torn between wanting to stay by your side and worried that I would be smothering you at at time when you needed space.”  He ran his hand through his hair and continued.  “I’ve also struggled with changes in dynamics with my friends and me, and I’m sorry for that.  I’m sorry those changes have kept me away from you like this.  I haven’t handled this in the best way, but I think I’m learning what the best way should be and I’m going to do that from now on.”

Slowly, he moved towards Nesta until he was standing directly in front of her, close enough for her to reach out and touch him but far enough that he wasn’t crowding her, that she could still walk away without effort.  “Nesta, this is our next world.  I promised you I would find you and we would have our time.  That’s what I’m doing right now.  I want that time with you.  I’m keeping that promise.  I’m finding you, Nesta.  You’re right here in front of me, but I know that a part of you isn’t.  A part of you is struggling, is still fighting those shadows, that darkness.  I’m not going to let you fight alone any longer.  I’m never going to leave you.  Never.”

Cassian stood in front of Nesta, back straight and wings slightly flared, tall and proud and waiting, watching her with a confident and unwavering stare.  She looked at his wings, how the sun through the kitchen window changed their color from a dark and shadowy hue to a translucent rainbow of colors, beautiful to gaze upon.  She ran her eyes over his shoulders, seeing his strength and power, the shape of his muscles visible beneath his shirt.  She imagined the syphons on his hands and arms, across his chest and shoulders, and the power whirling beneath his skin.  She realized in that moment that they did have something in common - they both had power, and he had learned how to harness and use that power in the past.  Maybe she was wrong in thinking no one could help her.  Maybe the others had gone through similar struggles while growing up, and wasn’t that exactly what she was doing now, growing up with power?  

Nesta thought about all that he revealed to her just now, and how it had already started to change her feelings of rejection and abandonment.  With a start she realized that her dark thoughts and fears hadn’t bothered her from the moment Cassian entered the kitchen.  She hadn’t been overwhelmed, ready to crumble, since he arrived.  Perhaps he was right; maybe staying away from everyone and dealing with this on her own wasn’t the way to conquer the darkness.  

Looking up at Cassian’s face, she knew trying on her own wasn’t an option anymore.  He wouldn’t allow it.  The resolve and conviction in his hazel eyes took her breath away.  

Swallowing, Nesta whispered, “I don’t know how to do this.”

Smiling softly, Cassian reached up and gently cupped her cheek with his hand.  “Let’s learn together.”

anonymous asked:

How do you feel about how user ex//tilia is handling being basically the only person who still has the leaks up?

if i’m being honest they are 100% right taking down the leaks do literally nothing i won’t lie i saved a few of them because hell i’m only human :’) the damage is already done and taking down photo’s doesn’t take away the fact that thousands of people already saw them and will spread them around privately

also now that i’m more chilled about the situation and have more of a level head and know that this isn’t as severe as we thought i really don’t care?? like if they want to keep up the leaks that’s not my business but i will say keeping them up when studio mir specifically asked us to take them down is quite rude but at the same time save your breath y’know some people won’t budge and also like don’t attack anyone either like at the end of the day i saw some nasty anons when it was not needed like the photos were leaked and they do have every right to share them now, regardless of anything because at this point it’s no longer confidential and everyone who is part of the studio and dreamworks know thats and it happens,,, 

hackers literally leaks content all the time to the public so people saying that studio mir will get nothing more than a heavy warning and gag order are probably right like dreamworks is on a contract for 8 seasons with netflix and even with this happening it would be easier to give a warning than to find a whole new company completely

overall yeah kinda being rude to keep them up but at the same time they are 100% right it wouldn’t change anything and they definitely don’t deserve hate

anonymous asked:

imagine evak meeting their daughters first bf. the guy is totally freaking out cause he has to meet not 1 but 2 dads. isaks planning on being all intimidating & evens like baby u couldn't even if you tried not with that cute face. When they meet isaks staring down the guy asking what are your intentions with my baby. Their daughter is looking at even for help. even then pulls isak in the kitchen to make tea &they have a talk about how their baby is growing up & they have to let go sometime 😍



oh my gosh Isak would so be that over protective dad who tries to act tough but like…he fails so hard lol 

while Even is the sunshine dad who is super friendly and welcoming to everyone but if anyone ever ever does something wrong by his family oh my god he will handle it like a boss. He is definitely that kind of non intimidating sweetheart who will destroy you if you do actually hurt someone he loves. 

While Isak is just a soft mess omg

he would get into so many hilarious arguments with his teenage daughter. 

“no you are not wearing that.” 

“i said no” 

“I am not lame! you’re just….you’re just mean! Eveeeeeeen help” 

and Even’s just sitting on the couch trying not to laugh and is just like “baby relax it’s fine.” hahahha dads am i right? 

anonymous asked:

hc's on how link plans and executes a confession?? u make link sound ridiculously cute(r than he already is) and i'm w e a k

omg thank you?!! he’s such a smol bean I love him with all my heart–

remember; the other games are available, too!! more link for everyone

Breath of the Wild Link

- He gives himself two months beforehand to plan this out perfectly- a beforehand hangout set by him and who he hoped to be his future s/o

- A picnic in the vast open fields of Hyrule is his pick, and they agree wholeheartedly

- He’s the cook, so he has to run around and get a whole bunch of ingredients for his little date-that’s why he’s taking two months beforehand

- Should he ever encounter his potential s/o, he gets all bashful when they ask what he’s been doing, and they’re excited to hang out with him soon

- This sweetie is counting by the hour, all the while writing down the recipes (recipehs) he’s to use and begins to memorize them

- Everything has to be perfect for them

- And then the day comes

- He’s a nervous, blushing wreck as he gets to the spot they were to reside waaaaaay too early

- He has a mini pep talk with himself- multiple times

- I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, just say it and it’ll be fine

- He spots them from a mile away and feels like he can’t get any redder. Everything has been long since set up and already he’s ready to throw himself into his cooking passions

- They look guilty at the aspect of how long they kept him waiting, but his smile reassures them

- As he begins to cook, his mind slips away and every meal he had memorized comes back to life in his hands

- The last one, however, he calls them over to assist him, to get him two hearty radishes

- They comply and he takes them, quickly finishing up the meal and pouring it into a bowl they had brought

- He turns, looking down, and presents the meal to them

- It’s Creamy Heart Soup

- As they take it, he looks back up at them, eyes shining

- ‘I’ve fallen in love with you’ is his shaky, blushing confession through sign language, his smile charming them in the sweetest ways