this show is delightful you should watch it

Having a child with Tom Holland

A/N: Requested :)

  • Firstly, your daughter is such a daddy’s girl
  • He’d always mess around with her hair (she’d have his curls)
  • “Tom, where did you learn to braid hair like that?”
  • “YouTube darling, it’s a great place”
  • Sometimes you’d walk in and see him watching those kids shows with her, except he wouldn’t be watching the kids shows he’d just be staring at her in absolute delight and happiness
  • Showing his 2 girls off as often as possible because he’s honestly so proud of you both
  • “Darling don’t cry, it’s just preschool”
  • “Don’t tell me not to cry when you’re crying too!”
  • Of course he’d make sure she had Spider-Man Pj’s, Halloween costumes and even the odd poster
  • He’d want to teach your daughter dance moves
  • “Mr. and Mrs. Holland, I just thought I should let you know that your daughter was telling everyone that she’s the daughter of Spider-Man again”
  • “Tom stop laughing for gods sake!”
  • “Don’t think I missed that giggle, sweetheart”
  • She totally takes after Tom’s love for Acting

Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme

anonymous asked:

hi im a very new army like i only became an army yesterday and your one of the few army blogs im following and i want to pick a bias but i need help.i never pick a based on their looks i tend to focus on the personality more and since you know the boys pretty well can you give me a real quick brief summary about the boys and their personality so i can pick a bias?<3

*cracks knuckles* alright. let’s do this.

this is jin. vocalist. real name kim seokjin. born dec 4th 1992. also called mama jin, super mario enthusiast number #1, the most handsome man alive. from anyang. feeds the rest of the members to make sure they don’t die of starvation. loves to cook. apparently cooks bland food (source: yoongi). has the voice of an angel. listen to his covers on soundcloud. probably loves the color pink more than you. has a mukbang called eat jin. the oldest. is very caring and motherly towards the group, but knows when to turn on the sass when the kids are acting like they deserve an ass whoopin’. once accidentally posted a picture in their dorm with a condom in the background. once stepped out of a car and became an internet sensation: car door guy. is actually the most handsome man alive. 

this is suga. rapper. real name min yoongi. born march 9 1993. also called min pd, producer min, d-boy, min yoongi jjang jjang man boong boong, grandpa of the group.  enjoys his sleep. can often be seen in the background of videos just chilling on his phone. #Relatable in the form of a man. seems like a tough guy is actually the sweetest thing alive and cries when thanking the fans at concerts and writes 100-tweet-long messages. once spent an hour tweeting from the bath. loves kumamon more than life. balances stuffed animals on his head during fansigns. a grumpy gus. from daegu and dont u forget it. the absolute sassiest thing alive. a great producer. super hardworking. has scented candles in his studio. once licked a bath bomb. 

this is jhope. rapper and dancer. real name jung hoseok. born feb 18 1994. nicknames hobi, your hope, piece of literal sunshine. do not look at him smiling or else you’ll be blinded by how bright it is. expert at girl group dances. likes to hit people. sometimes posts videos of himself/does livestreams dancing titled hope on the street. choreography leader. from gwangju. go listen to his solo song 1verse on their soundcloud. energetic and hella wild. goofy and is a pro at making people laugh. can’t dance in heels. scared of everything. if you watch a video and there is unidentified screaming in the background, that is probably him. is as flexible as a cooked noodle and it terrifies me.

this is rap monster. ignore the stage name. rapper and leader. real name kim namjoon. born sept 12 1994. nicknames: dance monster, rapmon, RM, leader mon, a nerd. waxes poetic about so many things and i love it. philosophical as hell. from ilsan. loves to share his music on twitter #RMusic. hella fashionable, even though his fashion sense is also hella weird. posts #aesthetic fashion pics on twitter called #KimDaily. has a mixtape called RM thats fire. is r-a-p monster not d-a-n-c-e monster. has an IQ of 140 but probably still pushes on doors that have PULL signs. taught himself english. loves to read a lot. once tripped at rehearsal and injured himself. really fucking awkward and an actual dorky nerd. leaves his old contact lenses on the floor of his room. snores really loudly.

this is jimin. vocalist and dancer. full name park jimin. born oct 13 1995. nicknames: jiminnie, pabo, angel on earth. his body is more fluid than a bottle of water. has a laugh that is brighter than the sun and could cure famine and disease. turns into a sex god when performing; it offends me. but knows how to crank up the cuteness. so cute he could probably kill me and i’d thank him. is actually a brat. does everything he can for his members and would probs walk thru hell if one of them asked. doesnt like being short. is the shortest member. super duper giggly and shy when he’s not performing. turns red as a tomato when he’s embarrassed. once grabbed jungkook by the dick on international live television.

this is v. vocalist. real name kim taehyung. born dec 30 1995. nicknames: taetae, honey, sweetie pie, a little shit. is really energetic and crazy. a master at making ridiculous faces at the camera when It Is Not The Time to be doing so. has a square smile that could probably solve global warming. likes to post videos on twitter that make me wanna sue. once bumped his head on a microphone on live television. loves stuffed animals. is a bigger fan of the rap line than u are. loves children and dogs will go out of his way to interact with them. so super duper touchy with all of the members and i live for it. would be the type of guy to prank you by filling your shoes with whipped cream. he thinks you should watch haikyuu! once did the whip on a tv show about pets for no goddamn reason.

this is jungkook. vocalist, dancer, maknae. full name jeon jungkook. born sept 1 1997. nicknames: kookie, golden maknae, spawn of satan. is the youngest and finds delight in bothering and fucking with his hyungs. actually really shy and cute. but then turns into a smoldering muscle pig the moment he’s on stage. my son. adios middle school. was banned from the gym because his muscles were getting too intense. could still beat me up if he tried. listen to his covers on soundcloud. has a very flexible face. the fandom likes to portray him as this mysterious sex god when he’s actually a nerdy shy emo kid who would rather binge watch anime than sleep. his fave anime character is one punch man. might actually be a bunny reincarnated into a human being. once ate a gumball that fell on the ground.

and that my friends is bangtan sonyeondan. 


After Dark | Dark Matter Season 3 Episode 11 (x)

A very big thank you to Melissa and to Anthony.

What Do You Mean We’re Out of Money!?

Here you go @azlinne ! Hope you enjoy this, it’s my first attempt at writing several egos in a prompt! Tried to make it funny and light-hearted! I had to retype this on mobile, so please ignore any grammar or spelling problems :)

“We’re out of money? What do you mean we’re OUT OF MONEY?!”

All of the egos around the table flinched when Dark’s aura shot out and filled the room with intense feeling of dread and fear. Silver, the Jims, and Bing were already hiding under the table to avoid the demon’s stare. Dr. Iplier, Ed, Bim, and the Google upgrades were hanging their heads, clearly intimidated by Dark’s display of anger. The younger egos, Yanderiplier, King, and Artie, were in the hallway outside of the office, and even they flinched at Dark’s harsh tone. The only ones in the room who could hold their ground against Dark were the original Google, the Host and Wilford.

If anything Wilford seemed to be enjoying the show. He did nothing to hide his amusement at Dark’s fury, and he shrugged casually to infuriate the ego more.

“Mark called today and said we used up all of our funds, and that he wouldn’t give us any more until the end of the month.” Dark’s shell cracked, and the egos closest to him tried to subtly moved to the other end of the table.

“How did this happen? Google, you were meant to keep track of our financial activities.” Dark turned on Google, and the android glitched under the pressure. Bing peeked up from under the table and stuck his tongue out at Google, but he hid again when Dark turned his glare to him.

“I check on our finances twice a week, and we had more than enough funds to last a few months when I last checked. That was two days ago, and I did not withdraw any money in this time. Someone must have gained access to our account and used the money.” Google stared at Wilford accusingly, and the pink ego gasped mockingly. He put a hand on his heart and faked a pained look.

“Googly, you hurt me, but I’ve stolen that access code months ago. And it wasn’t me, I don’t use money. I just take, you all know this.” The egos all nodded in agreement; yeah, that made sense. When was the last time Wilford pay for anything? Never, most likely.

“So if it wasn’t Wilford…then who was it?” It was one of the Jims who spoke up, though nobody knew which one it was. Neither Jim made any move to come out from under the table, but it was good question.

“Host, you know who it was, right?” Dr. Iplier turn to his friend, but he was shocked to see the Host was smiling. “The Host is aware of who the guilty party is, but he decides he will leave it to the group to discover. The Host believes this will be an entertaining meeting after all.” He continues to narrate, though he speaks under his breath so the others can debate the issue. Dark growls in annoyance, but eventually leans back into his chair. He keeps his head high and stared down condescendingly at the egos around him.

“Fine. The further this goes on, the worse the punishment will be. I suggest you don’t leave me waiting, I am growing impatient.” The group of egos began looking around the table, wondering which one of them was the guilty party. The Host and Wilford were the only ones who looked unbothered by the situation, which frustrated Dark to no end. It was Silver who spoke up next, from under the table.

“C-Can’t we see what th-the person bought? That might t-tell us who took the money?” The four androids were already shaking their heads, and it was Green who spoke up. “No, Mark already took away our access to the account. He’s also not answering our messages, so we can’t expect any help from him.” Dr. Iplier frowned and stood up from the table.

“I swear I didn’t take the money, I’m sure Host can vouch for me on this. I have patients I need to attend to and-” The doctor yelped when a knife was suddenly thrown at his head, missing by mere inches and landing in the wall behind him. He glared at Wilford, who was giggling madly and twirling another knife in his hand. “Wilford, what the fuck!?”

“Nobody leaves until we figure this out. Hosty was right, this is going to be fun!” Wilford sat criss-cross on the table, placing his head in his hands and waiting for something exciting to happen. Dr. Iplier slowly sat back down in his seat, keeping a close eye on the knife still in Wilford’s grip.

“The Host nods his head and vouches for his good friend, Dr. Iplier. He is not responsible for taking the money.” The Doctor smiled at his friend, and the Host resumed his quiet narrations. “Well, whoever took the money spent over two thousand in the span of two days.” It was Red who inputted this information, and Wilford gave an impressed whistle. That was a lot of money, even he knew that.

“It was probably Ed! He’s always trying to make money!” Bing poked his head out again and glared at the salesman, who punched the table in outrage. “How dare you accuse Ed Edgar of stealing! I earn all my money through my sales; by the way, my son is still up on the table for anyone interested!” The egos groaned as Ed shamelessly promoted his business. Google turn the Bing with narrowed eyes; the two androids despised each other.

“Ed Edgar is not intelligent enough to have stolen all of that money. In most situations, it is the guilty party that points fingers first. How do we know it wasn’t you who took the money, perhaps to try and one up me? You’re pathetic.” Bing ripped off his glasses, and his golden eyes glowed in anger at the android.

“I-I don’t think Bing would do that. Besides, he’s not very good with keeping secrets. He would’ve told someone what he did by now, right?” It was Silver who spoke up shakily, and Bing high-fived him gleefully. “Yeah, maybe it was one of your clones. You guys are always getting new equipment for your labs.”

“For the last time, we are upgrades, not clones, you idiot!” Dark watched the interaction with defeated eyes; they weren’t getting any answers soon. He would’ve intervened already, but he was beginning to get a headache just from watching them argue. He feels like he’s already aged three years from witnessing the stupidity taking place in front of him.

“Alright, so Bing, the Googles, Ed, Wilford, and I have already claimed we didn’t take the money. That leaves the Jims, Silver, and Bim…so which of you four was it?” Doctor Iplier narrowed his eyes, and he reached a leg and kicked Silver; the “hero” cried out in pain.

“Well it w-wasn’t me! It’s not like I could even type on a computer, my gloves are too big!” Wilford tilted his head like a confused puppy as he stared at the ego with disgust. “Do you not take that suit off? How do you shower?”

“T-That’s not the point! Point is, I didn’t take the money!” Google nodded his head in agreement. “As I said with Ed, Silver is not nearly intelligent enough to access the accounts without our knowing. That leaves the guilty party to the Jims and…Bim?”

All of the egos looked over at Bim when Google finished his statement in a questioning tone. They saw Bim, who looked to be sweating bullets, had been slowly pushing his chair back from the table as the arguments had been going on. Google raised an eyebrow at the ego.

“Bim…did you take the money?” The TV-show host blinked at his fellow egos before he took off, pushing open the door and sprinting down the hall. They could hear the younger egos crying out as Bim ran them over in his escape.

All of the egos were frozen for a second, staring at each other and waiting for someone to make the first move. It was Google, who screamed after Bim and chased him down; the other Googles were right on his tail and yelling after the ego as well.

“Oh, this is gonna be good!” Wilford giggled, pulling out his pistol and following the Googles out the door, pink smoke drifting behind him obnoxiously.

“Wilford, no guns!” Dr. Iplier ordered as he ran out of the room, and he was followed by Bing and Ed, who were more than eager to see some action. Silver and the Jims slipped out from under the table and ran in the opposite direction to avoid the drama.

This left Dark and the Host alone in the office.

The Host was laughing now, and despite his headache, Dark couldn’t help but join in. The Host had been right…that meeting was rather entertaining. He was still going to strangle Bim the second he got his hands on him, and his headache was getting on his nerves; but it was amusing to watch him being chased around the building by a group of psychotic egos.

“The Host believes he and Dark should not miss the free show. The Host extends a hand out to his friend and asks if he wishes to see what happens next.” Dark smirked and took the Host’s offered hand.

“I would be delighted.”

Rain Like Ash

“So you’re Caroline.”

She turned, strands of her ponytail curling around her throat in the summer breeze. The alley was dark except for the moon, electricity scarce in this part of New York. She’d never have thought the first time she’d visit the city if her childhood dreams that she’d be in a dystopian nightmare.

The man in front of her was just as easy in the dark as she, but the feel of him told her he didn’t have witchblood. No, this was something different. Pretty curls and lips, he could have been one of those old paintings she’d only seen on Wikipedia before the world went dark. But the curve of his smile, the calculation in his eyes promised something far more dangerous.

“So I am.”

That smile widened, teeth white in the moonlight, and she studied him with cautious eyes. He seemed to enjoy her watchfulness, strolling closer. She wondered if he was brave or simply didn’t care that she had become a weapon when magic had recreated the world.

“I’d heard a fireborn walked my city, but you aren’t what I expected.”

She arched a brow. “Blonde?”


Caroline snorted, ignoring his attempt at charming. Instead she focused on his claim that the city belonged to him. “So I take it you’re Klaus.”

Dimples tucked into both cheeks, and she understood it wasn’t just the power that radiated from him that made him dangerous. She hadn’t expected him to be charismatic under the rage she’d heard about. His witch blood had been dead for a millennia, and now his power came from blood and the moon. An unkillable hunter.

“You’ve heard of me.”

She shrugged a shoulder. “Hard to miss it when you have such a tendency for messy, public executions.”

An unexpected laugh, hands sliding into the pockets of his jeans. “Most people are a bit more… circumspect with their tongues, in the hopes to keep them.”

Caroline supposed she should be afraid. Klaus would follow through that particular threat if she pushed, but her first lesson as a firestarter had been to never let fear control her. Fire was a rush, but it could become wild, so she’d learned control.

Things only burned now if she wanted them too.

“Sounds boring,” she said simply. “Is there a reason you tracked me down?”

A hint of a dimple, and he freed his hands to motion to wards her wrist. “If I may?”

She could deny him, but it was a simple enough request. One others had made, but not nearly so polite. With a sigh, she offered her wrist, eyes narrowed in warning as he held her hand gently, gaze studying the tattoo that circled the bone.

When Magic had recreated the world, it’d bestowed great and terrible gifts. Witchblood had been the most dramatic, the truth of their nature turning more elemental. The Ouroboros that circled her wrist was done in flickering shades of blue and white, a physical representation of her power. She’d heard the Phoenixes were more common, red fire a familiar sight in the charcoaled pits of burned out cities.

“Blue fire,” he murmured, thumb brushing across skin that hadn’t been touched in decades, and she pulled her hand free. Her skin still buzzed, power a lingering caress against her skin. “Uncommon in an elemental.”

“Planning on trying for a bite?” She drawled, gaze narrowed. Vampires could steal power if they drank enough blood, but it only lasted until their next feed.

“From you?” Klaus said thoughtfully, something calculating and predatory behind his eyes. “Not tonight.”

Faint flickers of blue fire danced suddenly between them, the edges paling to white. “I’m not easy prey.”

His hands clasped behind his back in a faux-show of contriteness. “Let me buy you dinner.”

“Not interested,” she said firmly, tucking her power away. “You’re known for eating people, not charming them.”

“I can be very charming,” he denied, something like delight sparking behind his eyes. “Why waste it on the unworthy?”

Caroline laughed then, brushing her hair away as he watched her with eyes ringed in gold. Blood and moon called, this monster with his double fangs and hungry beasts watched her with a hunger she didn’t know how to categorize. “Should I infer that you wish me to believe I’m worthy?”

A glittering glance, and he took an easy step away. “Do you not?”

“I make a point not to assume,” she said instead of answering. “If this interview is over…”

A dip of his head, a king’s dismissal, but the expression behind his eyes warned her that this was only an opening salvo. He’d sought her out for a reason, and her Ouroboros had intrigued him. Lips pursed as she watched him walk away, she brushed a single flaming fingertip across her wrist, attempting to wipe away the feel of his flesh against hers.

It didn’t quite work.

A Little Web Series Love

Hello there! Here are some cool web series (webseries?? Ugh I can’t decide if it’s one word or two. The struggle continue) that you should watch! Here’s the what & the why: 

Middlemarch: The Series: 

“Middlemarch: The Series” is a modernized vlog-style web series adaptation of George Eliot’s “Middlemarch.” 

This show is a delight. It has an innovative format (vlog + documentary), it is beautifully filmed with a gr8 aesthetic, and it’s a story you can really sink into. Right now I’m hearing Billie’s words about how it’s difficult to define what you like about a piece of art. I’m trying here! There’s also a lot of ANGST and FEELINGS and I’m LIVING for it. 

The Emma Agenda

“The Emma Agenda” is a modern adaptation of “Emma” by Jane Austen, created by Quip Modest Productions.”

This is a real fresh and fun take on Emma! I don’t wanna spoil it but the way *certain things* are being adapted is fantastic and it’s charming and cute and I can’t wait for the Emma/Jordan relationship to really blossom. Eep! Plus, I mean, it’s another series by Queen Jules. So. 

Away From It All

“A modern web series adaptation of Thomas Hardy’s ‘Far from the Madding Crowd’, told in a multimedia format.”

Okay I am definitely biased because I worked on this show but it has a special place in my heart, ok?? The setting of fictional Weatherbury is its own characters in the show; it feels like a real place that you can visit just by watching Liddy’s vlogs or Gabe’s Facebook videos to his friends. The characters are wonderfully flawed and interesting and if you’re looking for a wee bit of drama, you’ll find it in AfitA. 


“Horizons is an original young adult web series created by the collaborating young creators at Betwixt Productions.”

This. Show. The writing is TOP NOTCH, the romance is sweet, the characters are funny and complex. While it feels like a YA dystopian novel, the issues that are discussed are (unfortunately) very relevant to real life right now. Basically, Horizons made me feel all the feels. Plus the costumes and makeup are really cool! 

The Adventures of Serena Berg

“A new LGBTQ+ literary webseries based on Cyrano de Bergerac.”

Roxanne is an adorable nerd and I love her and if you watch the show for anything watch it for Roxanne. Or Serena, who describes herself as “your favorite transgender asshole.” As you can tell, she is sassy AF which I always appreciate. AND it takes place at college which is my fave setting. Bonus: the closed captions are a hoot. 


“ELLIPSES is an original sci-fi webseries about love, friendship, and the scientific method, told through the main character’s in-universe vlogs.”

This is such a fun (and funny!) original series. Science + time travel + feelings = love. (This is not a proven statement. I don’t know how to do the science good. Sorry, Dot.) I’ve learned a lot of science-y things while watching this, and Dot is one of those characters you want to slap/shake and hug at the same time. 

The Better Strangers

“The Better Strangers is a web series adaptation of Shakespeare’s As You Like It and is the sequel to ‘A Document of Madness’.”

So I know this is a sequel to ADOM, but I actually haven’t watched that one yet! Still, this series stands on its own. It’s fun and college-y and also touches on important topics like abusive relationships. Rose and Orlando are unabashedly my faves, and I wish Orlando’s vlog wasn’t fictional. Plus: lightsabers!!

I’m still so behind on my web series watching from being in production on Merry Maidens so I’m sure there are lots of lovely shows I am missing, but I hope this lil’ write up has INTRIGUED you. Now go watch internet shows. 

i was called upon to write anime recommendations.

Sailor Moon: a great show to watch if you want to see a cat talk shit on her dumbass owner/resident superhero for 200 episodes.

Death Note: a great show to watch if you’re 17, have decent grades, and recently decided you’re a nihilist.

Monster: a great show to watch if you want to feel vaguely sad about communism.

Revolutionary Girl Utena: a great show to watch if you feel like questioning every single aspect of your gender, sexuality, upbringing, family life, friendships, relationships, and life goals, and ultimately conclude that the world is a cruel, cruel place. (But actually it’s a masterpiece and every human should watch it.)

The Wallflower: a great show to watch if you want to feel ~UTTERLY DELIGHTED FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER~

Elfen Lied: a great show to watch if you thought Kill Bill Vol. 1 was holding back.

Romeo x Juliet: a great show to watch if when you had to read Romeo and Juliet you kept thinking “this play would be vastly improved if Juliet was a gender-bending vigilante hero and Shakespeare himself made super meta cameos throughout the production.”

Darker than Black: a great show to watch if you want some seriously gnarly “would you rather” prompts.

Ano Hana: a great show to watch if you’re nostalgic about your childhood and want that nostalgia to be emotionally exploited.

Gundam SEED: a great show to watch if you wish the CW would set one of their middling teen dramas in space, with robots.

Shingeki no Kyojin: a great show to watch if you like feeling disgusted and terrified at the same time. Also if you like yelling.

Sailor Moon Crystal: a great show to watch if you really like to feel disappointed.

Psycho Pass: a great show to watch if you just took your first college literature class and really want to feel the satisfaction of understanding a “Gulliver’s Travels” reference.

Fate/Zero: a great show to watch if you never want to be happy again for the rest of your life.

Fate/Stay Night (2006): a great show to watch if you love hilariously ham-fisted metaphors for sex.

Fate/Stay Night: Unlimited Blade Works: a great show to watch if you ARE THE BONE OF YOUR SWORD/are a teenage boy in need of wish fulfillment.

Sword Art Online: a great show to watch if you want to learn how not to write a second arc.

Cowboy Bebop: a great show to watch if you need to turn your swag on.

Rose of Versailles: a great show to watch if you want the groove of the 1970s and all the sparkles of Shoujo forcibly injected into the history of the French revolution.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica (aka Utena Lite): a great show to watch if you recently discovered feminism and are starting to feel a type of way about it.

Neon Genesis Evangelion: a great show to watch if you want to trigger your existential crisis.

Steins;Gate: a great show to watch if there is an OTP in the fan fic called your life.

Code Geass: a great show to watch if you want to know what it feels like to have an orgasm that lasts for 18 hours and 20 minutes (approx. run time).

Imagine being an alpha who was more powerful than Deucalion and helping Scott and Derek out when they meet the other alpha pack members


Originally posted by rollingmaloski

You were with Cora and Derek watching them talk when abruptly, you three heard a noise. That noise was the alert that there were others. You knew it was Deucalion and two of his members. You were standing back and watching the altercation betwixt Kali and Derek when she stuck the pole through him. You grimaced at the sight a bit and turned your attention to Deucalion.

“Well, well, well, To what do I owe the pleasure miss Y/N? Were you really thinking that you were going to help this alpha and his pack out? And yet you couldn’t even help out your own alpha, nor your own pack, and nor your own-”

“ENOUGH! I am here because he wanted, maybe even needed me here. Might leave later on. Might not. But you don’t have any right to talk about my past.” You say and cut him off.

“Wow. Not even going to face your own demons? That’s not the person I thought nor remember you to be dear Y/N.” he says while grinning maliciously.

You had heard enough. Derek was trying to tell you to not do anything stupid, but you were stronger than any of them thought. you rushed forward and knocked Kali to the ground. You began to pull the pipe out of Derek and had it out of him when you swung it at her, knocking her flat on her face and you put your foot on her neck and tossed the pipe away. Derek had collapsed onto the floor and was slowly starting to heal.

“Stay down bitch.” you say as you lean and put ore pressure on her neck as she began to writhe. You looked up to find him staring at you and he had begun to talk to Derek. You had drowned him out until he stood up. You glared at him and he motioned for you to move.

“Gotta say the magic words sweetie.” You say, while giving him a sickly sweet smile.

“Please get your foot off of her. Now.” He says, whilst looking annoyed.

“Fine. But let’s make sure you don’t pull this crap again, alright?” you ask.

“Alright.” Kali replies after receiving a look from Deucalion.

They left and you knew you should go and watch over Scott and Isaac.

Later on….

Originally posted by sterek-hale-obrosey

You saw Ethan and Aiden standing there across the hall from Scott and Isaac when they shifted and ran over and picked them both up. You had started to walk over there and growled, making your fangs show and your eyes were glowing a brilliant red. They turned to look a you and dropped them. You let out a small, but still kind of loud growling roar.

“You should watch who you go after, boys.” you murmur. “And know who else is around before you start attacking them.”

They had begun to shift back out of their combined form when you heard Deucalion coming up behind you.

“My dear, you would be a wonderful addition to my pack. I would be absolutely delighted to have you with us. After all, hardly anyone can get them to shift back. You’d be a valued pack member. Would you consider joining us? Even after the, previous altercation.” He asked, hoping you’d accept. But like every time before, you rejected him.

“No. Your ‘pack’ is pointless. It is ludicrous to even consider joining that I would have to be dead before I’d ever think about it. You know, same old, same old. And it will always be the same answer. No.” You reply.

“Damn. Alrighty. Good-bye. And, see you soon.” he says and walks off, with Ethan and Aiden following after him like the obedient little pups they are.
You snort at the sight and both Scott and Isaac jump up and demand to know who you are.

“I’m Y/N. That’s all you need to know right now. Now, go back and continue living your life as semi-normal teenagers. See ya both later. If you have any questions, go to Derek. Bye.” You say all of that swiftly and then walk off and wave behind you.

Hope you all like it. Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes. Let me know what you think!! And you can send in any requests you want an there is a drabble list that I have shared and have been using.

Tagging: @malachai-winchester 

Right Place, Right Time

Pairing - Sebastian Stan x Reader
- A mishap at a fan convention lands you in the arms of the Winter Soldier himself
- n/a, just adorable fluff, it’s sorta my thang
Word Count
- 3004
- This oneshot has been specially made for the lovely and talented @dianelogan. Happy Birthday Beck! I’ll be floored if this is still a surprise with all the hints I’ve been dropping. You’ve been a wonderful friend to me and have encouraged me time and time again as a writer. Thanks for the advice and inspiration, you are amazing. :)

Originally posted by the-red-alpha

As the elevator doors closed behind you, you hit the button for your floor, closed your eyes and leaned against the wall. You had been at the con since well before dawn and were completely exhausted. All you could think about was crawling into bed and not moving until tomorrow.

You knew something wasn’t right just as the elevator reached your floor. There was a dull buzzing in your ears as you stepped out and you stumbled into the wall as you turned in the direction of your room. Crap, crap, crap, crap, CRAP! Not here, not now…. I just need to make it to my room and I’ll be fine…..I’ll be fine…….  You fumbled in your bag for your room key as spots began to multiply before your eyes. It was happening too fast, you weren’t going to make it. Your legs gave out as you slid down the wall and the world went completely black.

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anonymous asked:

Me at @ntis: Y'all I've got three little cousins who watch the show and they love Voltron so much. One of them ships K@llura, another ships(she doesn't know what it means because she's nine) sh!dge and the youngest doesn't really seem to care and just screams in delight whenever voltron forms and yall should be ashamed for making the fandom like this. These kids are 13, 9, and 6 and look at you crying p3dophila and racist at them because of what the elder two ship. They don't deserve this.


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Now I really want to see more Obikin dancing... So imagine this: Obi-Wan and Anakin have to go on a mission that involves dancing (idk, a negotiation with a big dancing event or something??) and for some reason Obi-Wan has no idea how to dance, but somehow Anakin knows how to and decides to teach him, so they dance somewhere in private. Obi-Wan is in love, but it's unrequited and (probably) onesided and he is in big denial. After dancing, Obi-Wan leaves to be alone and is super sad and confused.

‘There is no fool like an old fool.’ Obi-Wan reminded himself as he followed Anakin’s lead, the blonds hands sure on his hip and hand with Obi-Wan’s resting on Anakin’s waist, following each step as instructed.

“I think you’re suppose to focus on your dance partner Obi-Wan and not your feet.” Came the teasing from above his head and Obi-Wan gave a small snort even as a painful lump was forming in his throat.

“Well excuse me if I want to have a good grasp of the footwork Anakin, its not exactly easy to see where your feet are if I’m not looking at them.” He drawled before forcing himself to look up to meet those brilliant blue eyes.

Eyes like a cloudless sky, curved with warm amusement and twinkling at him, the color only highlighted by the scar crossing through the right one.

Obi-Wan could feel his heart lodge somewhere in his throat.

‘And there’s no fool like a fool in love.’ He managed to smile at the other even as Anakin swung him around on the floor of their quarters. While Obi-Wan knew many dances of the Galaxy, this was one he had not encountered and Anakin had casually admitted to knowing.

Obi-Wan knew why Anakin knew it.


Padme Amidala with her royal upbringing.

Oh that thought hurt something deep inside of him. ‘No fool like an old lovesick fool who must be the biggest fool of them all.’ Obi-Wan inwardly whimpered, feeling all the ways their bodies were pressed together, the strong and comforting grip on his hip only for show as Obi-Wan well knew.

But for one moment, just one moment, he could pretend.

He could pretend that this was reality, that Anakin’s hold was there because the other wanted to hold Obi-Wan, that when they ended, Anakin would lean down and kiss him an-

“Sers?” They both separated, looking to the door where a servant was shifting on his feet, obviously embarrassed from interrupting them. “There was a call to Jedi knight Skywalker, a Senator Amidala?”

Obi-Wan watched the delight bloom over Anakin’s face and felt that old familiar twinge light up inside his chest.

“You should go and see what she wants Anakin.” He forced his smile and felt something inside him shatter when Anakin didn’t even look at him.

“Yeah, it might be important! I’ll see you later Obi-Wan, we’ll go over the steps again.” He practically skipped away, leaving Obi-Wan alone in their quarters.

As a puppet cut from its strings, Obi-Wan felt his knees fold beneath him until they hit the floor, wrapping his own arms around himself.

“The biggest fool of them all.” He whispered, clenching his eyes shut for the tears that wanted to roll down his cheeks. “Is the fool who loves someone who will never love them in return.” He clenched his hands into his tunic and shuddered, wishing desperately he could have fallen for anyone else.

Anyone else.

Anyone but Anakin, who’s heart already belonged to someone else.

Play it again, Jack II – Miss Fisher fics you love to reread

“Oh, that’s a good one, Inspector!”

In an earlier post I asked you – and by “you” I mean anyone who reads Miss Fisher fanfic – to give me fics that you love to go back to and reread, and so many great fic has been sent to me! I’ll split these recommendations up in a few posts and post them the coming weeks. I already posted @quiltingmom’s lovely letter to the fandom in one go. Here, I have cut and pasted recommendations together from your messages, in order to mix the writers and readers up a bit. 

I hope this post and these fics give you some enjoyment!

@olderbynow, “Tales of a Wayside Romance 1930″. Reread (or not) by @ollyjayonline

In true antipodean fashion I am going to blatantly ignore the rules of @whopooh’s review and talk about a fic that I have never actually read. In my defense I will say that I decided, in order to qualify for this review, to sit down and finally make myself read it… and that led to several weeks delay as I tried to find exactly right time to do so. That time never came. In the end, Whopooh’s posting of @quiltingmom‘s love letter forced my hand so – on a cold, wet and windy winter’s morning I got up at 5.00 am to read.

There are 28 parts to this fic, this time I made it to these lines…

It happened, once, that he lost her.
It happened, once, that he let himself believe. In them. In the possibility of them

Even as I quote these, the tears are welling in my ears and there is an empty feeling in my gut – and they’re only the first two sentences of part 3 of the fic!

And so, even for the lovely Whopooh, I find I cannot read this fic – in fact, it must be getting worse because I’m sure this is the least far I have ever gotten. I do know what happens in this fic – people have told me not realising I have never finished it. I have even read the excellent “Toiling Upward” by @firesign23 that ‘fixes’ it.

But there is something about the vivid beauty of the Longfellow quotes…

“The inspiration, the delight,
The gleam, the glory, the swift flight,
Of thoughts so sudden, that they seem
The revelations of a dream.”

… contrasting with the strange, distant tone of the fic, full as it is of yearning, regret and sadness…

“…left with the memories of her free of any restraints, he wonders if what he wants for himself is what he’d want for her as well.”

…that invokes such dread in me, of a relationship irretrievably lost before it even begins, that I physically cannot read “Tales of a Wayside Romance 1930” by @olderbynow. And I have been regularly not reading it since she published it in late 2016. And this not reading has inspired many of my fics – smutty one shots (to prove that neither of them want nor need anyone else)… fluff (where there is no possibility of entertaining anything but a completely committed relationship of perfect harmony)… and more complicated stories where their character flaws result in angsty issues that eventually dissolve into never ending happiness.

So, thank you @olderbynow for writing a fic that I ‘hate’ so much that I am forever trying to prove it could never happen   ❤️❤️❤️

@promisesarepiecrust, “Counterfactual”. Reread by @kanste

This one hurts sooo good and has me in tears every time I read it. Phryne and Jack finally have a night together but Phryne pulls back in the worst way possible. @promisesarepiecrust manage to break my heart for Jack, especially in the café scene.

@221aubrina, “A Wink and a Prayer”. Reread by @bumblemama

A fic I love to reread is “A Wink and a Prayer”. It’s short, sweet and funny. There are also more, but this was my first ever bookmark. I love to reread it because it without fail makes me smile. The contrast of the formal police officer with the playfulness of a confident lover. I think like Phryne the reader is both shocked and delighted….

@aljohnsonwrites, “Whump, whump”. Reread by @kanste

This is my go to place when I’m a little down. It is short and funny, and just imagining Hugh’s face in that scene makes me smile all day.

@omgimsarahtoo, “Coded Expressions”. Reread by @zannadubs23

God, this is so good. This has a mystery. It has a slow seduction via letters. It has a steamy first time/reunion. It has wonderful original characters. Just delightful.

@fahye, “fighting vainly the old ennui”. Reread by @whopooh

I love this fic a ridiculous amount, it’s a brilliant retelling of the growing tension and understanding between Phryne and Jack, but in an AU where Phryne is a “gentlewoman thief” instead of a detective. This thief starts to flirt with Jack in writing, and the way things from the show is rearranged is delightful, and the way things are said via letters and quotes, and that Jack knows Phryne in person too but doesn’t connect the dots – it’s so good. I love to dive into it again and again; I have probably reead this fic at least ten times. Jack’s inner thoughts and Phryne’s teasing – and then the end: I love that after all this time when Jack has worked himself up over the anonymous Bowerbird, when he finally realises her identity his dams burst completely open:

You,“ said Jack, miles beyond coherency.

"Now, don’t be angry–”

Jack didn’t even register the effortful strides that took him through the water and across the room, he just knew that he had to get his free hand behind her head, so when he pressed her into the wall it was his own skin against the rough stone and not the thready black silk of her hair.

Miss Fisher laughed.

“I’m not going to apologise,” she whispered, into the small space between their faces. “Haven’t you ever done the wrong thing, just to see what it would be like?”

“No,” said Jack. “Yes,” and kissed her scarlet lips, hungry and unable to think, still riding the feeling that had overcome him in his office: the heady, infuriating rush of knowing that the thief he was entranced with was also the woman whose perfume and laugh he couldn’t get out of his head.

She made a throaty noise and kissed back at once, without a hint of hesitation or surprise. Her lips were cold and he could taste her lipstick, and of course she put lipstick on before she went to rob a dangerous criminal, and Jack never wanted to stop. A dam months in the building had been knocked to splinters in his gut. He wanted to yell at her, and undress her, and pour poetry into her mouth with his own.

RakishAngle (@afterdinnerminx), “500 Words You Should Know: #200: Gargantuan”. Reread by @kanste 

Hugh’s best intentions in delivering a letter from Jack to Phryne bring about an undesirable result, and a delightful angsty up and down for the reader. I so badly want to see this acted out by our dynamic duo. Just imagining Jack’s panic and Phryne’s anger makes me feel I’m watching a new episode of the show. 

@counterfog, “The God Abandons Antony”. Reread by @jasbeaux

“The God Abandons Antony” achieves a breaking point between seasons 2 and 3 where Phryne creates a situation where Jack finally abandons his “armor” and engages in a physical relationship with her. I love it for the very reasons that some do not – it’s very much in their heads and some find it too “think-y.” The prose is lush and gorgeous and it is written by someone with a PhD in the history of the time period, so the details are perfect. (There is also an accompanying meta document explaining the references if you’re into geeking out about those things – I am.) I return to it because of those details: the larger fic remains in my head, but the rediscovery of little pieces is a constant delight.

@ladyroxie, “Delight Out of Loosened Soil”. Reread by @omgimsarahtoo

This is a wonderful first-time Phracking story, that begins with Jack getting very literally dirty and ends with both of them getting dirty in a metaphorical sense. The theme of newness and nervousness circles around and around, each time coming up against Jack and Phryne’s certainty that moving from their mostly platonic partnership into a sexual relationship is the right thing to do. I particularly love that they both begin knowing that the moment will be coming, and then realizing that the moment is now, and deciding that the choice is theirs to take hold of it or not… It’s compelling and wonderfully written. I particularly love that our sexually confident Phryne finds herself a little unsure, because this matters in a way that her other lovers never have, and how Jack, who is nervous because he’s been imagining this intimacy for so long, balances that nervousness with certainty. It’s just… happy sigh

@firesign23, “Spectacle”. Reread by @zannadubs23

Sweet little “Established Phrack” piece. I love the comfortable interaction. It’s total fluff, but it’s not so treacly that it makes my teeth hurt. It’s warm and comfortable like a… well, like a well-traveled robe.

@phrynesboudoir, “I’ll Come When You Call”. Reread by @kanste 

Jack gets Phryne off with his voice. This is a comedy take on smut, which is funny and hot at the same time. I love how scenes from the show turns out a little bit different than we all think they happened, and for one time Jack is two steps ahead of Phryne. I also love how secure Jack is in it.

Idolotrous, “Ulumbarra” & Gingham, “The Unexpected Visitor”. Reread by @firesign23

While I have an obscene number of reread fics, I’m choosing two from because people are less likely to have read them. The first is “Ulumbarra” by Idolotrous, a post-”Unnatural Habits” story with mistletoe and poetry. When Phryne involves herself in a case that puts a target on her back, the only way Jack can convince her to leave Melbourne is to join him at an old family homestead called Ulumbarra, meaning “meeting place”. They grow closer, until their solitude is destroyed by intrusions from their lives back in Melbourne. It’s a wonderful story of hope and home, and things lost and found. The second is “The Unexpected Visitor" by Gingham, a story set after the tennis episode in season three, and features Jack’s sister and niece. It’s a heartbreaking and realistic look at a dysfunctional and abusive relationship from the outside. I really adore all of Gingham’s work, so choosing one fic was a struggle, but I love this one – it has Phryne and Jack trying to navigate a relationship that’s on the cusp of becoming romantic, but there’s never any doubt of their loyalty and friendship. It is quite possibly the fic I most hope to see an eventual sequel for.

@gaslightgallows, “Familiar Acts“. Reread by @kanste

I’m usually a ”Phrack all the way“ girl but I also like being taking out of my comfort zone and this fic does it very tenderly. It is Jack and Concetta with just the ghost of Phryne there. The dirty talk is extremely hot. Although I’m loving this, I’m still a bit cross with gaslightgallows for not giving us the continuation with Phryne there in person. (Just kidding.)

@flashofthefuse, “Real Estate Holdings”. Reread by @whopooh

I have reread this fic at least three times, and I find it such a gentle and careful exploration of how a relationship between Phryne and Jack could evolve without going all the way to holy matrimony. I love the way Phryne gradually gets more and more annoyed with Jack living away from her and the way they need to invite each other all the time, how this creates problems and disruptions, her clever solution of how to change that, and his reluctancy to follow her idea. @flashofthefuse explores these themes in such a sweet and lovely way, under this title that might not sound too romantic – but it is, in its own practical way. I also adore that in the end, Phryne is “aunt” to Dot’s children, and they call her “Aunt P” – the first time I read that I was equally stunned and delighted. 

These are all for now. If you haven’t yet, or if you want to give me more recs – please send me fics and a short text about why you love to come back to them! Don’t be shy if we haven’t talked before – it would be lovely to hear what you like and reread!


Interview With @danaterrace by  Fulle Circle Magazine

Storyboard Artist, Animator and Director Dana Terrace stops by Fülle Circle to discuss the race cars, lasers and aeroplanes that may or not be in her next big project (with Showrunner Matthew Youngberg and Co-Producer/Head Writer Frank Angones), Disney XD’s nostalgic return to Duckburg in a reimagining of the 1987 series, DuckTales. We also discuss Gravity Falls, her childhood obsession with cats, the appeal of Carl Barks, and her advice for aspiring animators.  

Jason Anders: Do you remember the first cartoon you fell in love with as a kid?
Dana Terrace: I had always watched cartoons as a kid, but the first thing I obsessed over was Pokémon. It was 1999, I was eight years old, and I wanted a furry friend with magical powers to beat people up for me. I watched everything else but I never missed a new Pokémon episode. I didn’t know what an animator was, but I knew “I want to do that - whatever it is.”
JA: What first influenced you to start drawing and what were your favorite things to draw?
DT: I don’t know when I started. I’ve been drawing since I could hold a pencil. What encouraged me to continue was that every time I sat down with a marker and pad of paper the adults would leave me alone. I was an anti-social kid so when I discovered this trick I used it as much as I could.
I was big into cats. Every character was either a cat or a cat-girl in a dress being chased by ghosts and dinosaur ghosts. One of my favorite drawings from 1998 shows a cat-girl swinging by a vine over a pit of lava, and the cat is saying “this SUKS” (suks crossed out twice and rewritten in all caps).

JA: Was DuckTales a show that you were into as a kid?
DT: Nope! I never watched it until I was hired onto the show. I watched a bunch of episodes for study but had a hard time with the relationship between Webby and the triplets. It felt hateful and mean. That’s something I love about the writers on our show, they treat Webby like one of the kids and make her a joy to board! Besides that, I’ve read a lot of Carl Barks/Don Rosa comics. Those are just delightful.

I feel like I should add a caveat: Though I didn’t grow up with the original show, literally everyone else on the crew did - all of the writers, board artists, designers, directors, etc. They are very aware of keeping the “spirit” of the show intact. I just wanted to work on a show with cute animals going on adventures.

JA: Where are you from originally?
DT: I’m from New Haven County in Connecticut. Then I was in NYC for four years to go to college.
JA: Is college a path you’d encourage for those who want to pursue a career in animation?
DT: My time at School of Visual Arts was a mix of experiences. It wasn’t perfect. I made some great friends there and they had the facilities I needed to make my own short films. However, I found the program lacking in actual knowledge of how the industry works. Many of the teachers hadn’t worked in the industry for over twenty years and were very out of the loop with how things worked. Of course there were exceptions; I had some amazing animation/layout teachers and a couple of figure-drawing teachers who completely changed the way I approached drawing. But because we were so far away from LA studios it was hard for us to imagine what an active professional looked like. I learned a lot from my peers, online tutorials, and students from CalArts and Gobelins that I would talk to in forums.

I don’t want to discourage anyone from doing anything just because of my singular experience. It all comes down to the individual. Some people have amazing experiences in school, I didn’t. Art school isn’t for everyone, especially those in financial straights, but there are alternatives! There are a million online classes students can take that offer a solid animation education by current working professionals at a fraction of the cost. It takes a lot of hard work and dedication to strike out on your own but it isn’t impossible. I hope students look at both options very carefully to decide what’s best for them!

JA: How did you land a job working on Gravity Falls, and what was your immediate reaction to the offer?
DT: It was strange! I hadn’t watched Gravity Falls before they contacted me and sent a storyboarding test. Someone on the crew found my Tumblr and liked my drawings enough to email me! I did the test and they immediately wanted to bring me on as a revisionist. At the same time I was waiting to hear back from Steven Universe for a position. I was leaning more towards SU, I was a fan of Rebecca Sugar ever since I saw her films at SVA, but they took too long to reply and I needed a job so I half-heartedly accepted Gravity Falls’ offer. I think it turned out alright.
JA: What is your fondest memory of working on Gravity Falls?
DT: There are so many good memories on Gravity Falls - drinking with the crew and playing Smash Bros., drunkenly playing Smash Bros. with the crew, etc.
One memory I go back to is storyboarding on “Dipper and Mabel Vs the Future.” There was a scene where Mabel is sadly looking through her scrapbook while Stan attempts to cheer her up. It was a real “father/daughter” kind of moment and, having lost my own father around Mabel’s age, I poured my heart into it. I don’t know how much of that came out in the finished animation, especially after some things were cut for time, but it was the first time I didn’t get notes from my director. If I went back I’d change a million things, but I remember being very satisfied and proud at that moment. JA: How did the opportunity of working on the new DuckTales present itself?
DT: The Line Producer for DuckTales was also LP for season two of Gravity Falls. When she heard I was looking for work in November 2015 she hit me up! I was originally offered a boarding position, but I had just finished boarding for a few projects that left a bad taste in my mouth. So I took a chance and asked if they had a director’s position open. Fortunately, they did - and even more fortunately, they were desperate enough to try me out!
JA: What do you love most about DuckTales, both the new and original show?
DT: I can’t say much about the original show, but I’m a big fan of the Carl Barks comics. What I love the most is the way he drew Scrooge and Donald. Their closed-eye designs were so cute and their smiles so appealing. Happily, we’ve integrated some of those Barks-isms into our designs.
I feel so biased talking about the show I worked on. Of course I love it! The scripts are funny, the characters have depth, and best of all Webby has an actual goddamn personality besides “girl”. She’s my favorite character to work with. I think people will appreciate what we’ve done with her.

JA: What can we expect from the new series?
DT: Same as the old; really cute animal characters going on adventures, but with a little more personality for the kids and a little more depth for every character all-around. I think people will like it!
JA: What is your all-time favorite piece of animation?
DT: If you’re talking about animation as in “which piece of pure context-less piece of art do I like”, I go back to the scene in Ghost in the Shell when Major Kusanagi’s arms are being ripped apart while trying to defeat a terrorist robot, or the marching parade in Paprika, or just the little looped GIFs made by talented friends like Jeff Liu, Spencer Wan and Toniko Pantoja.
Just for the sake of narrowing it down, my favorite animated movie is Princess Mononoke. It’s stunning, heart-breaking and otherworldly. Without fail I start crying ten minutes into the film every time. I’m awful to watch it with. JA: What inspires you?
DT: The inevitability of death! Before I die I want to make sure I put 120% into my passion.
JA: What advice would you give to artists who are just starting out and trying to get their foot in the door?
DT: I say this all the time: DRAW! Draw every goddamn day. Or write every day, if that’s your thing, and show your work to people, online and offline. Learn how to take critique and never let yourself hide behind “styles”. That’s how amateur artists stay amateurs. If you want to get into animation it will behoove you to be versatile. At the end of the day, the quality of your work is all that matters.
JA: How would you describe yourself in three words?
DT: Very. Tired. UUUGHHH.

Recently I watched “Make New Friends But Keep Discord”, and it got me to thinking about Discord’s character and my three biggest OTPs for this fandom. Ironically enough, all my big ships involve Discord in one way or another. Given the mini-shipping wars I keep seeing in the tags, I thought I’d give my own two cence here while it’s still fresh on my mind. So here are a few thoughts.

Discord / Fluttershy

  • If you watch the show, this is probably the most obvious of the ships. There is plenty of material from the show and the comics with these two together, and some might even go so far as to say it’s “canon.”
  • Platonic or romantic, these two are nothing short of adorable. 
  • At a glance, this ship seems very unlikely. On the one hand you have a jokester god of chaos who seems to take delight in other people’s discomfort and pain, and on the other you have a pegasus who is soft-spoken and all-loving. There should be no way they could work together at all, but somehow it makes beautiful sense. 
  • Watching the one play off the other and seeing their relationship develop is what really makes this ship for me. Discord begins to grow and change as a result of his friendship with Fluttershy. She is integral as he learns and stumbles along developing in healthy relationships with the people around him. Arguably it is their relationship that sparks his character arcs and makes him one of the most complex villains-turned-anti-hero for this kind of cartoon (right on par with Zuko from A:TLA in my opinion).
  • Fluttershy is the one character he cannot manage to turn without cheating. Maybe she is not as forceful or powerful as other characters who have stood up to him, but she challenges Discord in a way no else does. She is idealistic but not naive, soft but not weak, loving but not foolish.
  • Out of the ships, it feels like Discord has to give the most effort in this relationship, and it is refreshing to see with his character.
  • And, admittedly, the fangirl in me just loves to see a big scary spirit of disorder and darkness being tamed and slowly killed by kindness.

Discord / Celestia

  • The big angst ship of the trio. The lore of the show is fairly vague about the history these two share, but most of the audience would agree that it is a twisted history nonetheless.
  • Much of this ship is built on a consensus by the fandom rather than explicit canon material. We get winks and nods from time to time in the show, and the creators probably know this all too well. Yet we never come close a definitive answer as to whether or not a romantic relationship between them is canon. So much of what we “know” about this ship is built on interpretation of the lore and speculation.
  • Most fics and fanart I see of Discord and Celestia generally goes in one of two directions: 1.) Discord’s love for the alicorn is one-sided and thoroughly rejected (or at the very least never reciprocated). 2.) Their love is mutual, but they are torn apart by their ideals and/or warring factions. Celestia then has to cast aside her personal feelings aside in the name of the greater good, and the end result is usually a bitter albeit hesitant betrayal on her part.
  • When the second is the case, redemption is a common theme with these two. They have to work for their happiness by confronting the issues that forced them apart. They both have to admit they were at fault and wronged each other deeply. Usually their relationship comes out the stronger for that emotional journey, and these are some of my favorite endings.
  • This is probably the most complex Discord ship, and it especially fun to see all the different interpretations of this pairing across the fandom.

Discord / Pinkie Pie

  • This pair really speaks to my chaotic-alignment-duo-wreaking-havoc-and-casually-breaking-the-fourth-wall-and-destroying-us-all-in-a-shower-of-surreal-and-referential-humor aesthetic.
  • On the face of it, Pinkie and Discord are both as funny and carefree as you please. Yet a closer look reveals this as a front for a surprisingly delicate and shaky sense-of-self. Discord, for all his power, is emotionally immature and inept in social situations. Though a little dark in the context of the show, there is the implication that Pinkie is imbalanced and more than a little out there. While this may have little to do with them as  ship, the parallels in their characters and insecurities are interesting to note.
  • The two of them are counterparts in humor, two sides of a coin in comedy. Pinkie represents the selfless kind of humor meant to bring joy and happiness to the people around her. Discord, on the other hand, makes his jokes at the expense of others and crosses the line from poking fun to outright bullying.
  • Personality-wise, they have a great deal in common and in a casual setting would probably hit off the easiest out of the three pairings.
  • The ship name DiscoPie just has a way of rolling off the tongue to be honest.

But what do you guys think? Your thoughts?

physicsandfandoms asked me to do a bit about my ace couple Bail and Breha headcanons for the Ace Card Day over at acesinspace. I thought about writing some meta, but since this is entirely headcanon anyway, I thought fic would be more fun.

The Princess and the Nerfherder | Bail/Breha, 2513 words, no warnings.

When Bail Antilles was eleven years old, his parents took him into Aldera for the great flower festival. He’d never been to the city before, though he’d heard stories about it, and his cousin Lenal, who was four years older than Bail and had visited the city three whole times, was always bragging about everything he’d seen there.

Bail had expected the city to be beautiful, and it was: all gleaming, soaring white structures and streets strewn with pink and red and white and yellow petals. And there were so many people! But there was one person he would remember more than everything else he saw that day.

Princess Breha was only a girl his age, but she looked like one of the spirits come out to walk among mortals. She was dressed like a flower herself, bright and sun-kissed, and she looked right at him and smiled as her hovercar paraded past.

He didn’t actually talk to her that day. And it would be years before he saw her again. But the memory of the flower goddess stayed in his mind.

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Drsilverfish’s S12 Retrospective Meta Masterpost...

Now that S12 has wrapped, I thought I’d collect all my meta of the season into a masterpost. This is actually my favourite season since S8, despite the odd crushing mis-step (<cough> Eileen’s death <cough>).

Thank you to everyone I follow and to everyone who follows me and to all the rest of you in this particular, and generally delightful, corner of the Tumblr SPN fandom. Watchng collectively here, with you, immeasurably increases my enjoyment of the show. In fact, watching the episodes is my second favourite part. Taking part in all the meta, discussions and talented gifs and fan-art is my favourite.

Happy Hellatus!

All Along the Watchtower: 12x23 (and 12x22) and Circular Narrative Structure:

It Should Have Been Garth:

Doing Violence to Charlie Bradbury and Eileen Leahy:

Alicia Bane as a Mary and Cas Mirror (this is part of a multi-author discussion):

The Future: The Book of Revelations and 12x19:

What’s in the Mix with a Mix-Tape (12x19)?

The Sheep and the Goats (12x18): 

Agents Stark and Martell (12x18):

Moloch Winchester (12x18):

Mick as a Castiel Parallel (12x17):

Werewolf My Beloved (12x16):

Mr. Ketch’s Tattoo (this is part of a multi-author discussion of Ketch):

John Winchester’s Ghost and the Haunting of S12 Cont:

Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell: 

Mr. Ketch’s Seduction of Dean in 12x14:

Holy and Unholy Families in 12x12 Stuck in the Middle With You.(plus, added bonus, Cas “goes fishing” and gets stuck in the middle with Dean’s “weapon”) (This version contains a great addition by @impostoradult ):

Time and POV in Stuck in the Middle With You: 

The Colt and a Choice Further Down the Cross-roads?: 

Regarding Dean, Regarding Alice:

Hold the Phone! Steve Yockey Goes Meta with Lily Sunder (This version contains a great addition by @postmodernmulticoloredcloak ):

Jilted Lover Dean:

The One You’ve Been Waiting For (12x05) (This version contains an excellent addition by @mittensmorgul ) 

Hitler As a John Mirror:


Dean and Bacon (this is part of a multi-authored post):

Mr. Ketch:- Who’s The Daddy?:

Nightmares Then and Now: 12x04 and 1x14:

The Ghosts of Parents and Children Past: 12x03: a a

Jack/Bitty Checking Practice

More fic as I try and figure out the voices of these two characters that are ruining my life. Prompted by @zwartezwaluw who wanted checking practice. I wanted post-graduation fluff so this happened.


With a soft groan Bitty shuffles closer to Jack’s chest, Señor Bun tucked between them. His breathing does change, shifting from the even breathing of the deeply sleep to something slightly faster, but his eyes stay closed. Jack smiles, and pushes at Bitty’s shoulder again. “Bitty, come on. Wake up. Time to be up, come on.”

All his efforts get him is another muffled groan and Bitty tucking his face into Jack’s chest. Groaning himself, Jack moves his elbow so his body drops back onto the mattress and wraps his arms around Bitty, their legs still tangled under the covers. Should he just let it be? Was it even a good idea to try and wake Bitty? Should he give it up and just relax in bed with Bitty inste-

He looks out the window behind Bitty at the already lighter sky and shakes his head. No, this is a good idea. Bitty is going to love it.

Just as soon as he wakes up. Maybe a change of plan is needed?

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let’s talk Laurel Lance

okay, first of all, i am a through and through feminist. i love seeing strong women on screen; i love seeing women dragging men’s asses because their asses honestly haven’t been dragged enough; i love seeing women being what women should be: strong and independent and kick ass.

the reason i started watching arrow was because i saw funny video about felicity smoak’s humor on youtube, so basically i started watching youtube because of felicity smoak. i could hardly bear season 1 because there was too little felicity smoak and i need my fix. i am also an avid olicity shipper, like seriously, i ship olicity so much it hurts. i love their dynamics; i love how they love each other; i love how felicity doesn’t take any of oliver’s shit. felicity smoak might be the only woman that oliver queen has ever truly respected as her own person.

but here’s the surprise: i love laurel lance too. surprise! why do i say surprise? because i’ve been in arrow fandom for so long and all i’ve seen in from 90% of the olicity shippers are hate for laurel lance and yearning for her to die all because she was somehow standing in the way of olicity. 

let’s get one thing straight: as much as arrow writers would like to perceive him to be and as much as oliver stans would like to make him out to be, oliver queen is not as heroic or responsible or appealing as you’d like him to be. oliver queen has been nothing but shit to basically every woman in his life, especially laurel lance, thinking that he can fuck anyone he wants because he has the looks and charms. oliver queen had barely respected laurel lance as a person before or after he came back. and god knows the women he has left broken hearted because he was so self involved and full of bullshit, and that’s including felicity smoak.

i’ll be honest. laurel annoyed me in season one, and that’s mostly the writers’ fault because they simply didn’t understand how to properly write out her storyline. and i don’t blame them for scrapping the lauriver plot because honest to god, katie cassidy and stephen amell simply have no chemistry. 

however, in season two, laurel’s story began to progress and i loved it. 

laurel lance has been one of the most interesting and multi dimensional characters on arrow. she has had one of the most compelling storylines that touched the hearts of all the alcoholics and they had written her to overcome that issue with realism. 

laurel lance was smart and strong and independent and hardworking and she could drag your ass off and on the streets, whether in a pantsuit or her black canary outfit. 

she had made it clear many times that she can protect herself and she’s proven that time and time again.

laurel spent five years of her life being haunted by the memories of her ex boyfriend cheating on her with her sister which resulted in the supposed deaths of both of them. she spent five years of her life trying to get her own father out of the rut because he was being too busy getting drunk over his daughter’s death. she spent five years of her life in CNRI, trying to help everyone with her non profit job. 

laurel lance was kind and caring and she intended on going out there to save people every night, even though oliver hardly showed any appreciation for her efforts. she wanted to make a difference. she found reassurance in herself. sure, people had left her but she accepted that, she embraced it and became a hero of the city

laurel lance went and made a difference and became an inspiration to young women everywhere, showing everyone that even though you’ve been scorned and you’ve been betrayed and you’ve went to the worst stages of your life, you can still stand back up and be a person that you aspire to be.

oliver had been drowned, shot, stabbed, poisoned, and motherfucker’s still breathing, while laurel has only been shot with an arrow and she dies? what is this? a cw trend? is cw trying to kill itself? is cw trying to announce its hatred towards women?

and by god, the woman’s dying and the last thing you get her to say is to give her ex-boyfriend relationship advice? she didn’t even get to see her father! she didn’t even get to see the sister she had risked her life to resurrect! if you want to kill her, at least kill her with dignity, instead of that.

as an olicity shipper, i am so utterly disgusted by this, and by the fandom. you claim to be feminists; you claim to be big fans of felicity because she’s so tough; you claim that you watch this show because of its fair treatment towards women! except, of course, when it comes to seeing oliver queen as the flawed man that he was, you’re blinded and you’re willing to blame everyone but him.

if you are such feminists, if you are such lovers of strong women, then you shouldn’t be encouraging the death of a female character loved by many. you shouldn’t even be delighted by it! you should be enraged! if you hate her because you think she stands in the way of olicity or felicity, then fuck you.

felicity smoak and laurel lance are friends! they talk! they love each other! and how could you even encourage her death when you know it would devastate felicity? how about we stop pitting two women who obviously encourage each other and start caring about them as partners in crime? how about that?

how could we accept her death when it was only a prop to add to oliver’s manpain? how could we accept her death when we barely get any female inspirations on screen and when we do, she fucking dies from a flimsy arrow? how could we accept her death when it was just a simple disgusting trope of women dying in men’s arms just for the hell of it?

the only comfort i’ll get from this is that she will finally be reunited with the true love of her life, thomas merlyn.

laurel lance was an essential part of the show and she has gained herself a lot of followers. so, of course, we can’t just accept her death just like that. her story was just beginning; she still had a long road ahead of her; she was still young and had a long time to explore. she deserved so much better than what she got from arrow writers. 

so yeah, i won’t just sit down here and accept her death like a puny little girl. 

thank you, katie cassidy, for bringing laurel lance to life with such vibrance and honesty and depth. i have learned a lot and i can’t thank you enough. now it’s your turn to soar, pretty bird; soar.

let’s give it up for dinah laurel lance, always trying to save the world.

(gifs not mine)

Cold Feet (Bucky Barnes x  Reader) pt.2

oo finally


Request; Part two omg please I need her to get to Bucky!!!!

Other characters featured; steve, sam


Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; mild swearing

Word count; 652

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

As soon as you touched down in New York, you got off the plane as fast as the crew would allow you. You didn’t want to be stuck in your dress for any longer, and as soon as you were in the airport, you called Natasha.

‘Y/N!’ She greeted you. ‘Aren’t you at the reception right now?

‘Uhm, not exactly.’ You anxiously laughed. ‘I’m kind of…At the JFK Airport right now.’

‘…You mean JFK Airport that’s in Queens? As in like ten miles from here?’

‘Kind of. I mean, yeah. I kind of realised I love Bucky and got on a plane, long story short.’

‘Y/N, you are wildly insane.’ Natasha replied, and you could hear the sad humor in her voice. ‘Which is why you’re my best friend. Which terminal?’


‘Okay, I’ll be there in ten.’

You patiently waited on a bench, ignoring the strange looks from passers by. Had they never watched Friends? That show was built on the foundation of a runaway bride in New York City.  

When you saw the ginger girl cross the terminal, you leaped up and ran towards her, flinging your arms around her.

‘I feel like I should tell you that you look like a bit of an idiot.’ Natasha greeted you.

‘Aren’t you just a delight?’ You chuckled. ‘I should’ve asked to bring spare clothes, right?’

‘Probably. But this can be a funny story that I’ll share on your wedding day. Unless you ditch that one too-’

‘Too soon, Natasha!’

‘Okay, fine. We should probably get you back to the tower.’

Within the hour, you were back in your now-empty level of the tower. The furniture was all still there, but none of your personal belongings. They were either all in storage, or Felix had made you throw them away, insisting that you wouldn’t need them in London.

‘I’m gonna go and get changed.’ You told Nat. ‘Do you mind calling the storage place to see if they still have my stuff?’

‘Sure thing. All the clothes you left behind are on the sofa.’

You headed towards your old living room, smiling at the pile of familiar clothes. You’d bought new ones in London, but they were all very over the top and not you. You grabbed a giant hoodie and some leggings, quickly changing out the dress. (It then went down the garbage chute). You wiped the remains of your make up of your face and put on some fluffy socks.

‘Home.’ You murmured to yourself.  You turned off your phone and headed towards your bedroom, dropping into the bed.

Much to your surprise (and somewhat horror), it was already occupied. They woke up, grunting.

‘What the fuck?!’ You almost shrieked, rolling straight off the bed. A familiar metal arm grabbed you and pulled you back. ‘Bucky?’ You gasped.

‘Y/N.’ His eyes widened. ‘You came back.’

‘I forgot to mention-’ Natasha called from the kitchen. ‘He’s been sneaking into your room every night because he misses you-’

‘Natasha, you can leave now!’ You called.

‘You came back. You came back.’ He kept repeating.

‘I suppose I did.’ You laughed, half-sadly.

‘Why, though?’

‘Because I don’t love Felix. He’s not right for me. Neither is London, or that big fancy lifestyle. Oh, and how could I forget? I’m madly in love with you. If that wasn’t obvious-’

Before you could finish, he was kissing you. It was long awaited and felt like the best relief in the world, like going home after a long a vacation. You smiled to yourself, finally feeling like you were truly back.

‘I’m sorry. I truly am, I thought I loved Felix, but I was just kidding myself. And him, and basically everyone around me. I feel like an ass for breaking his heart, but-’

‘I’m really grateful you did.’ He smiled sleepily, pulling you into his chest, kissing your forehead. ‘Because now you’re home.’