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Do you really want to stand out soooooo much, Sho-kun?

Ai Wo Sakebe PV, Music Station performance 28.08.2015

anonymous asked:

Prompt for your consideration : Missing year OQ , Regina brings something back that belonged to Henry, she has it in her at all times, or near by. When it's misplaced she panics and breaks. Please and thank you :)

oh, Nonnie. That is a quality prompt.

She can’t bear to watch the yellow Bug drive away, so she turns her back on the town line. Regina raises her hands to the oncoming cloud of green smoke, answering its powerful magic with her own. Undoing the most glorious magic she’d ever created, the magic that proved to be her downfall. Somehow she’s always known it would end like this. Since the day her mother had taken Daniel from her, she’s known that she wasn’t meant for happy endings. As the swirling green and purple engulfs them, she jams her hands in her pockets, trying to keep herself from turning around, from using her magic to call back her son, from destroying them all in an attempt not to lose the only person in all the realms who loves her. Her fingers brush a small, hard object, and she pulls it out of her pocket. Henry’s lucky red and white marble lays in her palm. He must have slipped it into her coat when he hugged her goodbye. Regina’s eyes well with tears as she closes her fist around her son’s most prized possession. 

In a matter of seconds, it’s over; the curse that had taken centuries to plan and enormous sacrifice to enact is undone, and Regina is left standing in a meadow, clad in the heavy clothes and heavier mantle of the Evil Queen. All traces of the mayor are gone - all except for the marble, still clutched in her hand. She tucks it into the bodice of her dress, feeling the cool glass pressing against her heart.

***

For the first month, she takes her heart out every night before she goes to sleep. It’s the only way she can drift off - once the sun has gone down and the castle is quiet, she can’t shut out the memories of Henry as a baby, then as a little boy, begging her to kiss his boo-boos and make them better or asking her to read him a bedtime story. She gently places her heart in a wooden box next to her bed, then tucks the marble in next to it. She thinks what’s left of the red in her heart glows a little bit brighter once the marble touches it, but she knows she’s kidding herself. The longer she’s here, the longer she struggles to find a way to defeat her sister, the blacker her heart will become. Eventually, it will shrivel up into nothingness, and the Evil Queen will be gone.

Regina looks forward to that day.

***

She has a shadow around the castle. A little boy, with tousled brown locks and cheery dimples, who follows behind her as she paces the hallways. When she looks back to find him there, she can’t help but laugh at how he imitates her walk, her posture, even her facial expression. When he sees her smile, he smiles too, and waves happily at her. She waves back. His father might be a cocky pain in the ass, but Roland, the thief’s son, is a darling little boy. She can’t help but love him. 

He sits next to her at every meal and peppers her with questions about the other land. She tells him about all the things that Henry loved as a little boy, and sometimes she does more than that. When his eyes grew wide at the explanation of ice cream, she conjured a bowl out of thin air. He wound up wearing more than he ate, but every night, he requests more. She’s only too happy to oblige. 

His father sits on Roland’s other side. She ignores him for the most part, still embarrassed and unsure of herself after letting him see so much of her weakness, but every now and then she deigns to answer his questions. Everyone else tiptoes around the subject of Henry, but Robin does not. He asks what flavor of ice cream was Henry’s favorite, what comic books did Henry enjoy, what was Henry’s first word. 

Mama. Henry’s first word was Mama. She fingers the marble tucked into a pocket in her cloak and remembers her chubby little son, slapping his hands on his high chair, calling for her. She can’t bear the thought of it, so she pushes herself away from the table and sweeps out of the dining room. 

When she gets back to her room, she stares at the wooden box beside the bed. She drops the marble in, and her hand hovers over her chest. She can’t quite bring herself to remove her heart, though; as painful as her memories are, she doesn’t want to stop feeling what she felt the first time he called her name. Her heart beats faster and stronger, and she’s overwhelmed with love for her lost son. She sinks onto her bed, and for the first time since they’ve returned to this land, she allows herself to cry for her loss.

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millsdottir asked:

Thorki. #16. For your fic meme thingy :)

Things you said with no space between us.

“This armor has three weak spots.” Loki announces haughtily, voice only slightly out of breath as his fingers work on undoing the straps and buckles of said armor, with speed born out of centuries of practice.

Thor stills, his lips stretching into a wide smile against the skin of Loki’s neck. This armor actually has four weak spots, but Thor has long since accepted that complete truth is something Loki will never offer him freely.

“Is that concern I hear?” Thor murmurs, amused, his voice somewhat muffled by the press of his lips against Loki’s neck. He does not bother to look up, greedy for the taste of Loki’s skin after months of separation, his impatient fingers not nearly as certain as Loki’s as they fumble with ridiculously intricate fastenings of Loki’s outer armor.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Thor.” Loki snorts, still sounding far too collected for Thor’s taste. Not for long, though. Loki may spin lies and half-truths, and wear mask upon mask, but Thor can coax the truth out of him – with his lips and fingers Thor can strip Loki of his lies as he does with the layers of leather his brother wears. “It is merely an observation.”

His lips drawing into a smirk, Thor fists the leather encasing Loki’s chest, the sound of fabric tearing followed by a soft gasp of surprise.

“See, Loki?” Thor points out, not bothering to hide the smugness in his voice. Or raise his head, now that he has the entire expanse of Loki’s naked chest to explore. “It appears your armor has its own failings.”

Loki’s fingers abandon their work on Thor’s armor, tangling in Thor’s hair instead, and forcing Thor to look up.

“That was rather unnecessary display of arrogance, Thor.” Loki admonishes, but the bite in his voice is countered by the glazed, half-lidded look of his eyes. Thor’s fingers move down to Loki’s hips, squeezing hard. Loki’s hips buck forward, grinding against Thor’s thigh, eliciting a groan from Thor. Loki is already half-hard, they both are, and the chances they will make it to the bed are slim to non-existent. “Do you know there are three types of venom in Alfheim alone, easily obtainable by anyone with half a brain and skill, that could kill even you?”

Thor chuckles, bringing their foreheads together. They have not seen each other in half a year, half a year during which Thor had numerous times contemplated scouring the realms for his wayward brother from sheer frustration, and this is Loki’s idea of a lover’s greeting.

“And how many types of venom lethal to me do you already have in your possession?” Thor asks under his breath, his lips brushing lightly against Loki’s.

Loki stays silent, but the smirk on his lips widens as they part under Thor’s.

Q: Hannibal also made Alana (Caroline Dhavernas) a fairly ominous promise about her future, leading her to take Margot (Katharine Isabelle) and their son and get the hell out of dodge, proving she’s pretty much the only sensible person on the show. Did you foresee Hannibal keeping that promise in season four, or for Alana and Margot to live happily ever after?

A: It certainly was going to be a part of season four, and I actually was really excited about exploring the Margot/Alana relationship and how they were going to dismantle all of the Verger slaughterhouses and turn them humane. She was going to completely undo the evils of her family with Alana, like a Joan Crawford sitting at PepsiCo’s table saying “don’t f–k with me, fellas.” I was really excited about that story for Alana and Margot and seeing more of them, and also seeing what it would be like for them to realize that Hannibal might be coming back into their orbit.

I actually was really excited about exploring the Margot/Alana relationship and how they were going to dismantle all of the Verger slaughterhouses and turn them humane. She was going to completely undo the evils of her family with Alana, like a Joan Crawford sitting at PepsiCo’s table saying “don’t f–k with me, fellas.” I was really excited about that story for Alana and Margot and seeing more of them, and also seeing what it would be like for them to realize that Hannibal might be coming back into their orbit.
—  Bryan Fuller [x]

The moment she saw him there, back to her, eyes on the eluvian, her heart thudded in her chest; it was so loud it deafened, so forceful it hurt, and she choked out a low guttural sound, one only barely audible by those around her. Just as loudly and forcefully as it started, it gave way to a profound mindlessness, one born of too much remembered hurt, too much remembered joy, and the incredible ache of being bereft. 

He knew she was there, though. He’d always know where she was. Turning to look at her again could prove his undoing, so he merely turned his head to the side so his voice could be heard.

“I suspect you have questions…”

Her heart stopped.

My new headcanon for Gabriel thanks to tricksterangelgabriel

Gabriel chose his vessel thousands of years ago. The man was from the bloodline that made for perfect vessels for him, but he refused Gabriel at first when the archangel approached him because he couldn’t bear being parted from his family. So Gabriel took to following him and protecting him. The man went to war with an archangel protecting him from harm but when he came back, his home had been ransacked and his family had been killed. The man wept bitter tears while Gabriel hovered anxiously, unable to grasp the concept of loss just yet. Then the man called for the archangel and asked him wether he could take him to see his family again. Gabriel knew he could not mess with cause and reaction to undo what had happend, but he promised the man that if he said yes to him he would take his soul up to heaven as soon as he could so that the man could be reunited with his family.

The man said yes.

This was how Gabriel first learned about love, loss and sacrifice.

love of mine
maybe we’ll never find
that place where we can lie
and be at peace;
but if you’ll be lying next to me
there’s no need for that
we’d just undo what they defined;
after all, children will never grow
we’ll always wear our hearts
on our sleeves to bleed and bruise;
but like kids we can always laugh at it
think adventure of this world’s woe
then we’d endure;
love, I know
there’s no one else who knows
how afraid you are of ghosts
so you do your best to pull
and keep your treasured
fools inside your heart;
right by your side yet all day
all they do is slit your veins
pick at the wounds you worked so hard
to heal and soothe;
if in time you walk into the dark
let the echoes of my fall
amuse you and help you look forth
to the day when we will meet again;
maybe then we would be tired and grown
of our fears then we’ll rest beneath
and meet the end

  1. wietkoning SAID: I LOVE COKE, YOU KNEW THAT. HEY TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS. [ HE’S ALREADY UNDOING HIS BELT OOPS ] BUT IT’S PROBABLY NOT BECAUSE IT’S NATURAL. KINDA. YOU KNOW WHAT IS A SIN? US. HELP ME OUT OF THESE.

you make it with chemical how’s that natural?? Calm your dick man I am not gonna have coked up sex with if i’m not just as high as you. [ just moves his hands off him] Chill out ya ho.

scarletmaiden552 asked:

what are your thoughts on your creator?

“My creator is… terrifying… despite her size. I respect, fear, and envy her for having to much power over me and my entire existence. With a snap of her fingers, I never was born. But it also means she can undo my mistakes. I know that she will not, however, and I respect that, too. I would not be the essential person I am if it were not for that.”

It certainly was going to be a part of season four, and I actually was really excited about exploring the Margot/Alana relationship and how they were going to dismantle all of the Verger slaughterhouses and turn them humane. She was going to completely undo the evils of her family with Alana, like a Joan Crawford sitting at PepsiCo’s table saying “don’t f–k with me, fellas.” I was really excited about that story for Alana and Margot and seeing more of them, and also seeing what it would be like for them to realize that Hannibal might be coming back into their orbit.
New Owen fic preview

Just to prove to you guys that I seriously am still writing (I’m just slow af), here are the first few paragraphs of the super smutty fic I’ll be posting within the next few days:

“So,” Owen set his bottle of Coke down and rose to his feet, a smug smile plastered across his face. “What’s it gonna be tonight? Are we taking it easy,” he moved to put his hand on the small of your back so he could pull you roughly against his body. “Or do I get to fuck you like you deserve?”

He pushed you away, gently, and untucked his shirt before beginning to undo each button. The whole thing made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. You’d think that you would grow used to the sight of his unclothed body. Of that same question he’d ask every time you showed up. The one that he asked as soon as the two of you were alone. You couldn’t remember the last time he said “hello” or asked how your day was going. He was an impatient man. One who took what he wanted, when he wanted it, and by god had he grown to see you as his plaything.

Holder & Obama are playing us on mandatory minimums, the drug war and mass incarceration by Bruce A. Dixon

August 17, 2013 - Once or twice a year Eric Holder and/or the president discover police brutality, racial profiling, or the injustice of the drug war, or mass incarceration. Black America gets some sound bytes of “drive-by” concern, some noises about a study or a “policy change.” But 55 months into the Obama administration, when we compare the prez and attorney general’s words with their actions, black America looks like it’s been played. Again. After 55 months as US Attorney General, preceded by years as a remarkably vicious federal prosecutor, Eric Holder made what could have been a groundbreaking speech - if only he’d made it 50-some months ago and followed it up with four and half years of the persistent, wide ranging action needed to begin undoing and unraveling the prison state. Let’s stand Eric Holder’s and this administration’s expressions of concern over mass incarceration alongside its actual record of exercising the power in its hands. When we do, Eric Holder looks a lot like a lying hypocrite, and the administration looks like it’s playing black America for a nation of chumps. At no time in this 55 months have the White House, its Attorney General, or its allies in Congress ever seriously pushed for the repeal of mandatory minimum drug sentences, and there is no full court press on this now either. Holder merely says that he’ll instruct federal D.A.s not to file drug charges which under federal law invoke the mandatory minimum sentences in small scale cases where the feds see no violence or gang affiliation. For all kinds of reasons federal D.A.s don’t exactly and often will not follow these instructions. More importantly they can be quietly revoked at any time by this or any future attorney general, and none of it affects drug prosecutions under state law. That’s a lot less than the sea change in the prosecution of the drug war you’d think happened if you watched CNN or MSNBC this week. Changing a few rules and calling for a Department of Justice study would be a good start when you have and intend to use your next seven plus years in office to follow it up and make it stick. But more than half the Obama administration’s time is up, including 24 months when they held majorities in both the House and Senate. It’s late. And this is just a little. Holder and Obama have established a pattern. Once or twice a year, generally but not always in front of black audiences, they pretend to have newly discovered police forces and prosecutors around the country routinely profile and stalk black males. They publicly admit, as if it’s new news, that black and brown people are arrested more often, charged more aggressively, sentenced more harshly and serve longer sentences than whites. This very week Eric Holder uncovered the fact the US locks up too many people for too long, and that mass incarceration (though he won’t use that term unless quoting the title of a certain book) ravages and punishes entire communities. But it’s all talk.

What could the administration do?

What Holder and the Obama administration will NOT discover is a way to reduce the budget of the Federal Bureau of Prisons, which grew 4% in this year of budgetary austerity. They won’t find a way to NOT open that new federal supermax prison in Illinois, or a way to close existing torture facility like the one Florence CO. They aren’t looking for ways to use federal law enforcement and corrections funding to pressure states to close their supermaxes, or encourage them to provide educational opportunities and decent medical care to the 2 million plus in state and local prisons and jails. These are practical measures Holder and his boss have had the power to do for 55 months now, and haven’t done, haven’t even discussed. After the 2010 passage of the Fair Sentencing Act, and court decisions which say its provisions ought to be retroactive back to the 1980s, President Obama could have, as Margaret Kimberley pointed out two weeks ago, simply commuted the sentences of the 5,000, 10,000 or 12,000, depending on the degree of retroactivity applied, who have already served excess prison time under the old and outlawed 100 to 1 crack vs powder cocaine penalties.

What has the Justice Department done?

President Obama signed the Fair Sentencing Act in August of 2010 reducing the 100 to 1 crack vs powdered cocaine penalties to 18 to 1, but the Department of Justice refused to actually reduce the sentences of prisoners already serving time. In July 2011, after resisting pressure from the families of prisoners serving that unjust time for ten months, Attorney General Eric Holder announced sentence reductions would be implemented, but only retroactive to August 2010. That hasn’t happened either. As we revealed two weeks ago in Black Agenda Report, the Obama Justice Department argued in 2010, 2011 and as late as May 2013 that the old, unfair crack vs powder sentences just continue to apply and that nobody should be let go a day early. The 6th circuit court disagreed with the Justice Department and declared that sentence reductions should go back at least to 2003 and perhaps to 1987. The Justice Department is still opposing this, and appears set to take it up to the US Supreme Court - the same gang that overthrew the Voting Rights Act. Good luck for us all on that one.

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It certainly was going to be a part of season four, and I actually was really excited about exploring the Margot/Alana relationship and how they were going to dismantle all of the Verger slaughterhouses and turn them humane. She was going to completely undo the evils of her family with Alana, like a Joan Crawford sitting at PepsiCo’s table saying “don’t f–k with me, fellas.” I was really excited about that story for Alana and Margot and seeing more of them, and also seeing what it would be like for them to realize that Hannibal might be coming back into their orbit. - Bryan Fuller

do you know how much i want to see that? so much.