voice overuse

hmltntrsh51  asked:

Hey I was wondering if maybe you could provide a little paragraph of something (Stephen or Daddy Newt preferably but whatever the heck you wanna write) as I've literally had the crappiest day and you're kinda the only think that ever makes me feel better. (I kinda got shoved into some lockers today.) And you TOTALLY don't have to write this I wouldn't be mad or anything if you didn't. That's totally up to you. Love you and your fics!! (And daddy Newt of course )❤❤❤❤

Dear lord…whoever did that to you is an awful human, and I am so sorry, sweetie. I hope it gets better and I’m glad I can help in some way! I hope you like this small raunchy smut lol

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Imagine: Daddy Newt….fuck it I got nothing. This is just dirty stuff lol

“Newt!”

You cried out as the wizard pinned you down, his strong grip holding you firmly to the bed as he thrust roughly into you. His growls of pleasure made you shiver in delight, the feeling of him slamming into you only creating the perfect friction that had you squirming and mewling beneath him. His lean hips fit perfectly against yours, every now and then rubbing into your swollen clit when he pushed forward. You wanted to purr out his name again, let him know how much pleasure the usually gentle Hufflepuff could elicit from your body.

But, as you opened your mouth to moan, his hand came to cup your cheeks, squeezing your face and forcing you to look up at him.

“Say it…say it, my darling.”

Though his pet name was sweet, you knew what his demanding tone meant. And you gulped deeply as he cooed out his next words.

“Say it.”

He slowed his thrusts down, teasingly pulling out of you and stopping just as the tip of his cock nestled itself between your folds.

“Daddy…”

“That’s right…”

Newt licked his lips, green eyes glaring down at you between his wavy locks. You could see the joy behind his gaze, knowing he had you where he wanted. Newt leaned down, licking across your cheek as he purred into your ear.

“Do you like being Daddy’s good girl?”

Your voice was raspy with overuse, having already screamed more than once during your love session. But, you squeezed out of his grasp, clawing at his back as you angled your hips down, trying to make his cock sink deep into you. But, Newt gripped your thighs, forcing you back down.

“Beg me..Beg Daddy to take you.”

I hope you liked it!!! ❤️

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anonymous asked:

99 with taehyung or yoongi! Make it angsty as posibble please 😊

Prompt: “I can’t believe you’re carrying my child.”

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Everything falls apart once you realize you’re pregnant.

Word count: 1k

A/N: There will be a Part 2, but this can be read as a standalone. Also, I chose to write this with Yoongi because Tae loves kids and I couldn’t make it angsty with him 🙃

Part One | Part Two (both can be read separately)


Yoongi had never been the most attentive of boyfriends–you knew that well. You had been dating him for almost two years, just recently moving into his apartment.

He worked as a music producer, often engrossing himself in his work and neglecting his own health. There would be weeks where Yoongi hardly came home, barely acknowledging you.

He made up for those difficult weeks by being perfect to you afterwards. It wasn’t the ideal situation, but you loved Yoongi and would rather wait for him.

Currently, you were going through a rather difficult stretch in your relationship. Yoongi had been producing a new album for an upcoming hip-hop group called BTS. He was also creating his own mixtape on the side.

This time, however, you were happy about your boyfriend’s absence. You had a lot to reflect on.

After all, you had an aching suspicion that you were pregnant.

Your period was late. Very late. At first, you attributed it to stress from your own job and Yoongi. But it was far passed the point of stress now.

A few days ago, you had bought a pregnancy test. It was sitting on the bathroom counter, and you stood opposite of it, trying to build up the confidence to confirm your suspicions.

Eventually, you brought yourself to do it. And, indeed, a few minutes later, the small test you held in your hand read positive.

That night, you cried yourself to sleep. Yoongi hadn’t come home. The only comfort you could find was in the warmth of your empty bed, pretending the blankets pulled around you were Yoongi’s embrace.

-

The next morning, you woke up to an intense bout of nausea. Rushing to the washroom, you emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Violent wretches raked through your weak frame.

You knew immediately that this was morning sickness. Your older sister had had a baby a few years ago, and you helped her throughout her pregnancy.

On shaky legs, you lifted yourself up and flushed the toilet. You tried removing the bitter aftertaste from your mouth with cold water.

You had to tell Yoongi. You could already guess how he would react. He didn’t want children–not yet–and he didn’t want to settle down, either.

But where did that leave you?

With trembling hands, you picked up your cell phone from your nightstand. Sitting down on your bed, you dialed Yoongi’s number. Your phone rang for ages, and you were afraid he wasn’t going to answer at all.

“Y/N?” Yoongi called, his voice tired and scratchy. “I’m at work right now. What do you need?”

“Are you coming home soon?” you asked, keeping your tone steady.

“Probably in an hour or two,” your boyfriend answered. “Why?”

“I just need to talk to you,” you whispered. You began to pull the phone away from your ear, moving to hang up. “I’ll see you later. I love you.”

A few hours later, Yoongi did come home. His haggard frame appeared in the doorway. You were waiting for him in the living room. As he moved closer, you could see the dark circles ringing his eyes.

“Hey,” he rasped, his voice probably overused from rapping.

Wordlessly, you handed him your pregnancy test. He regarded it with a blank expression. Then, he laughed coldly, throwing the pregnancy test onto the coffee table.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” Yoongi demanded, running his hands through his hair. “I can’t believe you’re carrying my child.”

“I know,” you whispered, un-shed tears clouding your vision. “I’m sorry. I just took the test this morning.”

“Are you sure?” Yoongi choked out. “You’re sure this thing is right?”

You nodded. “I’m having morning sickness already,” you admitted. You looked up at your boyfriend, meeting his eye for the first time. “Yoongi, I don’t know what to do! I know-”

“Y/N, you know where I stand,” Yoongi interrupted, rubbing his hand over his face. “You know I can’t do this with you, not right now.”

“What does that mean for me?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

Yoongi was silent for a few moments. “If you want to have this baby,” he finally spoke, “then you can’t be with me.”

A single tear escaped from the corner of your eye. You tilted your head up, looking at the ceiling. “Okay,” you breathed, and the finality of this statement shattered your heart into pieces.

You packed as much as you could into one suitcase. Earlier, you texted your sister to let her know you needed to crash with her for awhile. As you collected your belongings, you couldn’t help but entertain the “what ifs” running through your mind.

What if you had never gotten pregnant? What if Yoongi loved you enough to let you stay?

Eventually, with your luggage in tow, you met Yoongi by the front door.

“I guess this is goodbye,” you said, looking at your feet. Yoongi nodded but didn’t say a word. He opened the door for you, moving aside to let you pass.

“Do you remember what I told you when we first started dating?” Yoongi asked suddenly, his voice somber. “I told you to never ask me to choose between music and you.”

“Because music would win every time,” you said, completing Yoongi’s thought. The tears you had been holding in finally escaped, cascading down your face. “Goodbye, Yoongi. Good luck with everything.”

-

Yoongi released his mixtape a few weeks later. You opened your laptop and  streamed it immediately, missing the sound of his voice. The title of one track caught your eye.

First Love.

You moved the cursor to begin playing it. You wondered if the song would be about you.

Soon, you were hit by the harsh reality of things. Yoongi’s deep voice flooded through your speakers, but his guttural voice only made your heart ache. Yoongi rapped passionately about his one and only love, music.

It was then that you realized you there was no room for you in Yoongi’s life–or his heart. You could only be grateful that he shared a part of himself with you for the short amount of time that you dated.

In the end, you were happy to carry Yoongi’s child–if that meant having something to remember him by.

- Girl in Luv

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Wednesday / Shigezane x MC

Week 1 

Wednesday 

Lord Shigezane will think nothing of his cousin’s new cook until he finds himself face-to-face with her one night after their home has been blanketed in moonlight. He’ll be pacing in the gardens when she comes upon him, and they’ll stand gawking at each other, not quite sure what to make of the other’s presence, before she extends him the courtesy of joining her for tea. He’ll say, It’s a little late for that, isn’t it? to which she’ll reply, rather jovially, It’s never the wrong time for tea, and besides, she’ll admit after he sends her a pointed look, it seems I’m not the only one having trouble sleeping tonight, Lord Shigezane.

He can’t argue with this, and a little later, after the curiosity has worn off and the warmth in the hearth has built up enough to cocoon them in the safely of this makeshift kitchen, he’ll ask, rather suddenly, why she can’t sleep. Nightmares, doll? It will surprise him, the little snort she puffs out. Nothing so droll, milord. And you? Nightmares? He’ll answer just as swiftly and genially, with a wink meant to charm, Men like me don’t get nightmares.

They will be silent for a moment and it’s enough to make him uncomfortable. He thinks he’ll make a swift exit after downing her tea but she pipes up at that precise moment and says, You’re lying, calmly, sipping her cup, and the slight tremor at being caught makes his tea swish up and over onto his hands, scalding him.

It’ll anger him, how quickly she unfurls him, and while he is loathe to turn his irritation on a woman, there’ll be something about her that won’t make him care. So are you, doll, and it’s low, less charming, meant to warn her away from topics her little sensitive ears would shy away from. But she’s not afraid, and her entire posture will challenge him not to condescend to her. It’s unlike anything he’ll ever experience, being stared down by Masamune’s little cook with the little body and little hands, but as much as he wants to he will not find it humorous, because a spark of electricity will crackle between them and it will frazzle him — (like fluttering butterflies in his stomach) — to a point of bewilderment.

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Intercession

Word Count: 793

Warnings: blood, violence

A/N: A bit of backstory to the fairy au @giventheocean and I created, in which Natalie pleads for Lucifer’s pride during the fall.


It’s so loud. There had been a tense silence all day and suddenly it had exploded into a cacophony of clashing and screaming, it rings in her ears and makes her head pound.

(It’s so loud she can’t hear herself think, but she doesn’t need to — she knows where she’s going.)

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Pjo music headcannons

-Percy can play both the ukulele and the guitar.

-Nico is a world class pianist.

-Hazel can play almost any brass instrument, for some reason she can’t get the hang of the french horn.

-Thalia can play the drum set better than the whole Apollo cabin.

-Frank can play the bass, either upright or electric, it doesn’t matter.

-Annabeth can play the violin like nobody’s business.

-Jason can’t play an instrument to save his life, but dam can he sing!

-Piper brings an angelic harmony to any song she sings

-Leo knows all the tricks to fixing any instrument.

-Will knows every remedy for an overused voice known to man.

-Hazel and Frank make the most kickass jazz duo you’ve ever heard.

-Sometimes Nico joins Hazel and Frank to make an even more kickass jazz trio

-If you can’t find either Percy or Annabeth, they’re either making out or jamming out together in secret.

-When Nico, Thalia, and Percy get together, you can usually find them playing twenty one pilots songs. With Percy singing of course as neither Nico nor Thalia can sing.

-The duets between Jason and Piper will bring tears to you eyes so quickly you won’t know what hit you.

reynasbae perseabeth

Chance

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Roman Reigns (Ambreigns)

Rating: M (just for language this time guys, sorry!)

AN: Set during recent events (MITB and Battleground 2016). With the proud return of SuperAsshole!Seth. Enjoy this little hunk of not kayfabe at all nonsense!


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hotemotionalmess  asked:

What kind of bad habits do you think the Marvel characters would have? Also, not sure if I've asked this before, but who do you think would be into musicals like Les Miserables and The Phantom of the Opera? I love those musicals a bit too much, as well as Hamilton also

Originally posted by ageofimagines

@hotemotionalmess  (got these bad habits from HERE)
Bad habits? Tony’s bad habits consist of overusing his credit cards, obsessively checking his phones plus any other device he can work on, plus annoying people on purpose. 

Natasha’s bad habits; sleeping with her make-up on, putting dishes in the sink and not washing them, tapping fingers/ pens on any surface and popping gum whenever she has it. 

Thor’s is mostly stuff when eating; eating too fast, talking with mouth full at times, overeating and binge eating a lot, stealing others food. Plus rarely using an inside voice. 

Steve’s bad habits; overuse of the gym, talking during movies, rambling and interrupting people at times, cracking knuckles and being too into his work and not giving himself enough free time.

Clint’s are mostly drinking too much coffee, leaving his things laying around, response to everything is an eye roll has a difficult time focusing like Steve talks over any movie mostly to Steve.

Bruce bad habits are fidgeting, not having eye contact when talking to people at times, excessive use of the word “um and uh” in sentences, rambles a lot. Excessively cleans his area’s, which could be a good thing.

Steve and Bruce love musicals, they’ll watch anything with a good score behind it. Bruce favours opera, it’s very emotional and calming at points, he loves that music. Steve favours; Chicago, Sound of Music and so forth. 

Sam took you to see Hamilton, he loves it, along with Tony and the rest of the gang. But Sam is the one you fangirl over with. - Ro

(Send in drabble prompts/ smut/angst/fluff for the Avengers or Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan. Also, latest part of Alternate is up now, HERE, read my latest fiction also The Electrifying Neighbour. - Ro)

anonymous asked:

Sugardaddy!jimin taking care of you because you're sick ;)))))) you're an amazing write I am dead you're just too perfect

“need anything else? a blanket, maybe? how about some-”

“jimin,” you use a pillow, lightly hitting his face in the midst of trying to cover it so he shuts up, “i’m fine,”

he nudges your hands down to your lap, where the pillow lies and he rolls his eyes, “coming from the girl whining because it hurts,”

as you rest on the sofa, legs stretched over the arm rest with a blanket over your body, it doesn’t stop your words from coming through despite your throat itchy and dry as the sahara desert, “jiminie, it hurts…”

“i know but it’s not done yet,” he sighs, pacing out of your kitchen, getting on his knees as he pats your cheek that seems to be hotter than usual, “wait a little while more, yeah?”

with an incoherent whine, he only lets out a deep breath before reaching to kiss your forehead, then heading back to see if the soup’s ready.

“but it does…” you mumble under your breath, to which he snickers and rubs your head affectionately, taking advantage of his seat by you on the sofa, then reaching down to hold onto your hand. in lightning speed, you pull it away from his grasp and he widens his eyes, blinking up to you, “what-”

“shit! now you’re going to get sick!“ 

face scrunched, brows furrowed, eyes narrowed, he’s not on the same page, "baby, what are you-”

“you need to go!” you press the pillow to your face, turning the other cheek as you squirm away from him, refusing to budge when he grips onto your wrists, “you’re being ridiculous-”

“am not! go home!” you’re overusing your voice by raising it and jimin’s not having any of it. he exerts more strength to pry the pillow away and tosses it over his shoulder. before you can process what he’s done, you only feel your skin heating up even more after he smirks at you, licking his lips in return to tease you, “how about that?”

“what the hell did you just do?!”

“kissed a pretty girl. want a replay?”

“jimin! stop - mmph!”

“feel better?”

“you’re so going to get sick,”

“well, then you can take care of me.”

“i fucking told you so.”

“shut up.”

Studio A:  A Little More Time.

“Can you love with a broken heart,” Jihoon mumbles to himself. “Can you love without having your heart broken.” He whispers softly, bending further over his notebook, knocking his phone with his elbow as he leans down closer.  He drops his head against the table, hand lifting to rub at the back of his neck.  “Can you love without a broken heart,” He sighs out the words, hating the way they sound.  

He feels so close yet still a million miles away from what he wants.

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Speaking up

My words are quiet, so I’ve been told
They aren’t full, or bright, or bold
I don’t feel the need to overuse
The voice I have, the words I choose
Aren’t always heard, it’s to be expected
But sometimes their sounds without meaning detected
Can frustrate hearers when they can’t understand
I won’t really care, except that they’ll feel bad
Then other times when I’m truly trying to speak
No one’s ear catches the sounds or meaning
It’s just that sometimes it seems to take more effort
To engage my mouth and lungs, than it’s worth
For often my head is already so busy
If I spoke any louder, I’d make myself dizzy
You’d think overthinking would mean more to say
But not all musing should really see light of day
And since my spoken words aren’t always given much thought
By the time that you’ve heard them I’ve likely forgot

n.a.

crawling underneath her skin

So, this is what happens when I should be studying and when I am listening to movies soundtracks, and also when @howeverlongs​ challenges me.

It’s the first time I write something like this, and I would love to hear some feedback. It’s quite short, and un-beta’ed!

and it’s painful.

hope you’ll like it! 


Their love story is quite simple, really. However, it takes place under terrible circumstances.

He’s holding her hand, so tightly he could crush her.

But her fingers are already cold, he has nothing to crush anymore, and the most broken of them is surely him.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I saw some discussion of transmisogyny in cartoons on dragondicks' blog and as a cis girl who adores Steven Universe and wants to be a not-shitty person, I'm curious as to how you feel about the ending of "Sadie's Song", because I've been baffled as to how to feel about it since it aired. My gut reaction is to have a zero-tolerance policy to "dude in a dress" jokes, but it did put it in a more positive light than most cartoons... you don't have to answer, but I'd love to hear your two cents.

The emphasis in that particular Steven Universe episode was never on Steven wearing a dress, the reaction suggested that nobody minded at all and that it was just Steven… there was nothing untoward about it. He did not sing in a booming voice, nor overdo it with a wig and tons of makeup or any of the other embellishments that are used to comedic effect for the dude-in-a-dress trope.

A subtle touch is that said dress matches the colours and pattern of the transgender flag, plus the fact that it was never called out in any way makes me confident that the message being sent here was not that OMG ITS A MAN IN A DRESS HAHA, but more “its totally okay for him to wear a dress, he looks great and is comfortable and that’s fine”.

The man in a dress trope has never been just about the garments the character wears… its what its implying by this. When a male character in a show wears feminine clothing, if it is done for comedic effect its demeaning and insulting towards gender expression. For Trans women for example, this trope is incredibly harmful as it is often the source of a lot of the ire that is thrown our way, even though we are not men it feels like we are invalidated in wearing feminine attire because we don’t “deserve” to, unless we face a laugh track to our lives.


To compare in to the MLP episode I recently endured with my girlfriend, roughly 80% of the show was not only dedicated to a running joke that Big Mac, a male character is apparently HILARIOUS in a dress, but it focused on a much wider array of subtropes contained within, such as the deep voice, the overuse of wig and makeup and the heels and frilly dress combo. It was a direct pantomime of the mockery of womanhood, not just trans women but that the concept of being feminine is somehow dainty and ridiculous and is “below manhood”. As the shot zoomed in on his bobbing adams apple as he sung, I felt myself subconciously moving my hands towards my own neck, feeling incredibly conscious and ashamed of my body. This is how a cartoon made me feel, exposed me to all the things I spent years facing against and many other trans women do as well, with varying degrees of success. It was.. harrowing for me as transgender woman and I suspect many other women like me would have felt the same.

Imagine how that would have an impact on a younger trans person who has yet to fully realise their own feelings. If I had seen this as a child, it would have told me that to sing in a higher voice, to wear dresses and be feminine would have been wrong and bad…. exactly the kind of thing that torments younger trans people and drives them away from the self realision they so desperately need in their lives. As Laverne Cox would say, this episode was a passive form of violence against transgender people and I couldn’t agree more.

But going back to that Steven Universe episode, none of this was present and the supporting story and reactions of other characters around Steven made me feel quite the opposite. Wearing dresses is fine for a guy, or a trans woman, or anybody for that matter and SU did a great job of normalising one form of feminine expression, and that to me is a small victory that left me smiling and singing along to Sadies song for days.

ur coming to the party right. lol it’ll be fun :^)

Hajime has to pull Oikawa down from the pool table sometime after the ninth shot, making sure that the giggling mess he calls his best friend manages to keep his shirt on.  

“I thought I was going to a party, not babysitting,” he grumbles, keeping his grip firm around Oikawa’s upper arm and recalling that one text Hanamaki had sent him earlier that day.  It’ll be fun, he thinks, scowling.  Sure.

“C’mon, Iwa-chan,” whines Oikawa, laughing and reaching out to grab a shot from one of the people in his class at school as Hajime leads him into the quiet of the kitchen.  Hajime frowns, intercepting the shot before it reaches Oikawa’s mouth, and placing it on the counter.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” he hisses, smoothing Oikawa’s hair away from his forehead to feel how hot he’s getting.  

“No?” replies Oikawa, sounding genuinely confused.  He pushes at Hajime’s hands, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout.  "Stop that, I’m hot.“

Hajime rolls his eyes.  "I can tell.  You were practically stripping.”

“So?” barks Oikawa, then widens his eyes at how loud it comes out, raising his hand to his mouth.  "Oops.“  

Hajime narrows his eyes.  "Oikawa, listen.  That’s enough with the drinks.  I don’t want–”  He sighs, pinching his nose.  "Look, you’re drunk and making crappy decisions and there are tons of girls here who like you, so you’ll probably end up making a poor choice and I really don’t wanna hear about your drunken hook-ups tomorrow–“

Oikawa puffs up his cheeks, stomping his foot.  "Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I’m going to suddenly realize I’m not gay and throw myself at the nearest girl!” he protests.

“Of course you–”  Hajime freezes.  He wets his lips, not knowing what to say for a moment.  "Uh, you’re gay?“

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Open Your Eyes (1/?)

A/N: A 3x20 Spec Fic.

EDIT: My muse has decided to blow this up to a multichap. What can I do but write what she tells me? Stay tuned.

Category: Angst

Time and reality ceased to exist in his mind. The drafty air swirling from the high, stone ceilings brushed unnoticed past his cheek. The pops of firelight and the murmurs of everyone behind him fell on deaf ears. The flickering light reflecting off the dark water fell away to the only thing occupying his vision: the unnaturally still body of Felicity Smoak.

She was submerged in still water up to her neck, wearing a simple white gown, as if this was a gruesome baptism. Her skin was too pale. He had always admired her pearlescent complexion, with her perfectly painted lips and flawless eyes, but he never realized how colorful her skin was—until it wasn’t. Her hair, which he secretly thought had its own personality, was laying lifeless against her head in a wet, tangled mess. The hand that was always soft, always warm, was currently lying cold and limp in his tight grip.

His knees were screaming at him after hours of kneeling on stone, but that pain was drowned out by the one in his sternum. The only thing that seemed to relieve the pressure was talking to her, pleading with her. As words fell from his lips and tears fell from his eyes, the tightness in his chest loosened, bit by bit.

“Please, Felicity, open your eyes,” he whispered, his voice cracking from overuse. “I can’t do this without you. Come back to me. Please.”

He swayed gently from side to side as he spoke, praying to whichever deity would listen, even though it was a practice he abandoned after nursery school. He was assured it was unnecessary, as the water would do all the work, but he couldn’t ignore the compulsion that was born out of his despair. Living in a world where Felicity didn’t exist was unacceptable. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her, no lengths he wouldn’t go to, nothing that would stop him from keeping her in his life.

“Felicity,” he croaked, “I need you. Don’t leave me, please…” He squeezed her hand, desperate to feel some kind of response. A tightening on his hand. A fluttering of her eyelids. Anything—

She gasped out loud as her body surged upward, her eyes and mouth popping wide open. Oliver jerked forward in his haste and almost fell into the pool.

“Felicity!” he shouted, diving his free hand under the water to cradle her neck. He helped her to a sitting position as she continued gasping and coughing, trying to get more oxygen into her lungs. A clamor of footsteps pierced his awareness, and to his protesting outrage, strong arms wrenched him away from Felicity, while other arms took his place around her body.

“Let go of me,” he growled. He did not travel all this way, and wait all this time to be separated from her when she finally came back. He turned to his captor behind him and got close to his face. “Let go!”

“Let him go,” came the soft, booming voice of Ra’s Al Ghul, and he was finally released. He ran back to Felicity’s side without a second thought, who was currently being helped out of the pool and wrapped up in a plush, velvet robe.

“Felicity?” He stopped in front of her and cupped her face, lifting it to look into her eyes. He wasn’t prepared for what he found.

She stared through him, a vacant, crazed expression in her eyes. A cold feeling settled into his gut, and he repeated her name softly, trying to reach her. There was a split second of something that resembled lucidity, where she looked directly into him in a panic, and that was his only bit of peace before all hell broke loose.

She opened her mouth in a primal scream before breaking away from her handlers, raising her hands to scratch and claw at Oliver’s face and chest. His body’s instinctual defenses deflected all of her attempts to hurt him, but his mind felt disconnected from his actions, staring at her with horror.

Two League members wrangled her into submission, whisking her out of the room and away from Oliver. He stared after her departing form in shock, and the terrifying blankness in her eyes lingered in his mind, sure to plague his dreams tonight.

Ra’s Al Ghul walked into his line of sight, and Oliver’s eyes crawled up from his boots to meet his gaze. “The waters have an unfortunate side effect on the recently deceased,” Ra’s explained. “Fortunately, however, the side effects are temporary, and she should be restored to full health within a few days. Now,” he said, stretching out his hand to help Oliver to his feet. “I believe we have an accord?”

Oliver hesitated before accepting his hand. He knew what taking it meant. And he knew, ultimately, it was worth it. Saving Felicity was worth all the pain and darkness in the world. He only hoped she would forgive him.

He reached up his hand to accept his enemy’s, and got back up on his feet. “We do,” he replied, and thus began his apprenticeship in the League of Assassins.

WATCH ERASED

Holy shit Erased (Boku Dake ga Inai Machi) is so fucking good you guys have to watch it

For those of you who haven’t heard of it, it’s a mystery show with major time travel elements in which a 29 year old man is sent back in time to prevent a series of murders starting with the abduction of a girl in his class when he was 11

The art style and animation are gorgeous and the voice acting is top notch as well. The protagonist as an adult is voiced by a movie actor who to my knowledge has never done voice work in an anime before and does a fantastic job, so no “alright which overused voice actor is this” syndrome. The music is also incredible.

The story is absolutely fantastic (the manga’s won awards) and keeps you on your fucking toes LET ME TELL YOU. I was nearly yelling at the screen during a few scenes

There’s no bullshit fanservice or gross lolicon crap here either, the show has actually done some pretty blatant callouts of that shit in a few scenes

The show’s currently on episode 8 out of 12, but BEFORE YOU WATCH:

MAJOR TW for child abuse, like really fucking bad. It’s not done for pain porn or any of that shit, but it’s a major part of the story and could be potentially very triggering

TW for a fair amount of murder and crime related scenes

TL;DR fucking watch erased it’s amazing

yukimuraruki  asked:

🙊 - My muse had lost their voice! (@blooming-ajisai with Amagasaki Fuumi)

Sannan was trying to understand what had happened. They had only been speaking the night before, but now… the young woman couldn’t speak a single word. He believed that she may have lost her voice somehow, but was unsure of how it could have happened.

“You are sure that you were not overusing your voice at all yesterday?” he asked as he sat down across from her.