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In the End We Are Left Infinitely and Utterly Alone

It’s interesting, the way Always and Forever ended. The build up of the family united together in a single moment, all of a sudden that moment was over and the family was no more.

He didn’t even feel the loneliness at the beginning, he spent the time exploring the world alone. Experiencing the food, the art, the culture. Things he’d done before, but not without the omnipresent shadow of Mikael looming down upon him. He now had the freedom to do as he wished, with no burgeoning sense of family commitment on his shoulders.

So, at the beginning, he didn’t feel the loneliness.

But it eventually crept up and he was reminded of why it was his greatest fear, being alone.

He’d spend days in London, watching the humans rush hither and thither, to and from work. He’d be sitting at a bar in Rio and see couples dancing to the beat of their own choosing. He’d be sipping at the neck of his latest meal in Sydney, when he’d hear the joyful greetings of a family seemingly reuniting once more.

It was at this point, he realised, he began to spiral. To rip away the small vestiges of his so-called “regained humanity”. He spent his days sleeping and his nights prowling the world, looking for any scrap of happiness that he could crush.

The loneliness altered his life into a current of darkness. He liked it that way.

It was a Tuesday, when things began to change. New York City was a place that catered to the human world and the supernatural. On one corner a fine Italian restaurant, the next a club that entertained beings of the fanged variety.

He was walking the streets of the city, looking for his next next meal, when he saw it.

A flash of blonde curls bobbing up and down ahead of him. Very familiar blonde curls.

No longer interested in a hunt for dinner, he quickened his pace and focussed all his attention on the woman strutting ahead of him, holding back the desire to use his Hybrid speed to catch up to her. Just as he began to lose that battle the set of blonde curls turned, revealing the familiar features of her eternally beautiful face.


She abruptly halted her movements when she saw him. Various emotions flickered through her face, first shock, then concern, before slowly settling on, much to his own shock, happiness.


Her lips moved slightly, his name flowed through the air to him. The slightly astonished whisper making the hair on the back of his neck rise.

He moved quickly to stand before her and settled for his usual smirk.

“Hello, Caroline.”

The simple uttering of those two words made him forget about his current struggles. His constant sense of drowning. His world, all of a sudden, felt a bit brighter.

He wasn’t the only one affected by it as he heard the slight intake of her breath. She scanned his face, seeing some unknown emotion there, her features cast into sudden determination.

“Let’s get a drink,” she pivoted on the spot and began walking again, leaving him blinking for a second. Then the world began to catch up to him. Caroline was here. With him. Asking him, no, demanding that they get a drink.

He was still stood in the middle of the dark New York City street when she turned back again to look at him. Her hands suddenly on her hips, her face revealing some slight annoyance at the fact he’d yet to move.

“Are you going to stand there and gape or are you coming?,” her impatience bleeding into the question.

Klaus snapped out of his daze and quickly caught up to her. She turned back around and they began their silent trek to whatever bar or club Caroline had in mind.

The Original Hybrid glanced quickly at the blonde vampire next to him and knew that whatever happened next he’d cherish this moment, this unexpected reunion. It was a reminder that even though he no longer had his family, his one remaining constant for the past millennia, he wasn’t alone. There was still one bright light in his ever darkening world.

There was still Caroline.

He thought about that, as she walked confidently by his side.

And he smiled.

kvxtch  asked:

Claquesous getting up to professional cryptid shenanigans?

Harsh breathing, body heat that isnt yours coming off something too close for comfort, you’re afraid to turn around when you feel something poke against your shoulder.


You’d heard the stories of the man in a cape with a mask as if he were off to a 19th century masquerade that hid in back alley carrying a candelabra but you never expected that to be true. Why would you it’s ridiculous who would spend that much of their time like that and why?

Claquesous would for the aesthetic

You take a deep breath and start to turn, seeing the long nose of his mask before he gasps and runs off, never expecting someone to actually turn around, he drops his candelabra, falls, and curses.
“You okay dude? That sounded like a rough fall.” You call out after him.
“Shut up tell no one about this!” He calls out in the dark.

Claquesous is a nerd

You stand there a second wondering what the hell just happened as three dudes walk past you down the alley dressed in all black shaking their heads and calling out for your city’s local cryptid. You decide to walk home and forget this odd interaction ever happened.

Sorry I couldn’t take this request more seriously I had to write it like this

On The Adventure Zone Graphic Novel, Blue Taako, and Representation

 Yesterday, we revealed some pages for our graphic novel adaptation of the first Adventure Zone arc, and received some criticism of the direction we went with for Taako’s coloring. This artwork reveal came some months after the first reveal of some of our characters, for which we also received criticism of our three leads, all of whom were white in these initial designs. Us and the graphic novel team realized that, yes, that is extremely bad, went back to the drawing board, and had several long discussions about how to best rectify this situation, resulting in the artwork revealed yesterday.

More or less all of the criticism we’ve received centers on Taako, whose skin is a pale blue color in these designs. What we’ve heard most is disappointment that Taako is not realized in these pages as a person of color — or, to be more specific, a Latinx or explicitly Mexican character. There was concern we had failed to follow through on an opportunity to get better representation for Latinx listeners, instead opting to take a safe route, and make Taako a fantasy color without any kind of real-world connection. Much of the criticism also focuses on how that color (or, to be more specific, green skin) has anti-semitic connotations.

This conversation was happening in certain corners of our fandom long before the graphic novel art reveal took place yesterday. We’ve heard criticism from some folks over our policy of not having canonical visual representations of any of our characters — a policy that has resulted in a genuinely humbling ocean of fan art, but also some instances of in-fighting between members of the community who take umbrage with one another’s disparate interpretations of these characters. Another criticism of that policy is that it inherently does not foster good representation, and in fact represents a noncommittal way of handling racial representation on this show.

Here’s the truth of the matter: I think all of this comes from this underlying friction between where The Adventure Zone and us, its creators, were when we started doing the podcast, and where we, the show, and you, the community, are at now. 

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Some cosplay valentines for all my sweetheart followers! 

 Happy Valentine’s Day!! 💖😘

(also happy birthday to my boy andy robinson aka garak aka the love of my life. they are both my valentines today)

We all are living in a dream but life ain’t what it seems
Oh everything’s a mess

Dream // Imagine Dragons


YohaRiko phone backgrounds 。.:*☆

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Unlike Him: Part 2

After realizing something went wrong when Jughead and you were together, you realize that you might be pregnant. So with the help of Betty and Veronica, you are going to figure it out. 

Part 1

Part 3

Sorry it’s kind of a cliff hanger but I plan on making a part 3!


            I ran straight into the girls’ locker room, thankfully finding total solitude in there. I leaned over the sink looking at myself in the mirror. I felt like I could throw up. My grip began tightening around the edge of the sink, turning my knuckles white, as I thought about how stupid I was to not make sure he was wearing a condom. If I was pregnant, this could potentially ruin both our lives. We would never get out of this godforsaken town. Of course I still loved Jughead, so my mind drifted to how he would never be able to become a writer like he wanted, because he will have to help take care of the baby. Wait- what if… what if he runs off. I could not blame him. I was the one who instigated what happened that night. I loved him, so I wanted him to be happy, and there was no way he would be happy stuck in Riverdale for the rest of his life with a child he doesn’t want and a career he doesn’t want, all because of a woman he clearly doesn’t want.

        Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by the door to the locker room slamming open. I realized I was crying and quickly wiped off my tears before turning around to thankfully see Betty and Veronica. I didn’t know what I would do without them. They noticed my tears and both gave me a hug.

       “Is it what we think it is?” questioned Betty.

      I shook my head yes. I felt like I couldn’t talk, like I could barely think.

       “You still need to take a test right?” Veronica asked making sure. “Hey it could be negative for all you know,” she continued trying to lighten the mood.

       Betty could sense that it still did not make me feel better and she was right. I had to know, until I did nothing would help.

       “Why don’t I run to the store and buy them and Ronnie can wait here with you,” Betty said seemingly knowing just what I needed.

        “Okay,” I finally spoke up quietly.

       With that Betty was out the door. Veronica noticed I started crying again, so she pulled me over to a bench. We both sat down, her holding me, while I let out my tears.

       “You know, whatever happens Betty and I will be here for you,” she soothed.

        Truthfully I already knew that. Class will be starting in and few minutes and Betty willingly is going to miss it. If she did that for me I knew there was nothing she would not do. As for Veronica she was like a rock. She wouldn’t care what anyone would say about me, she would still stick with me through it. But the problem was not that. It was the men in my life. Namely Jughead, Archie, and my dad. Jughead did not even want me, why would he want our child. He would never forgive me. As for Archie, well he would probably kill Jughead over it, or at least try to, being the overprotective brother he was. Then he would proceed to yell at my for the neck 50 years of my life. And my dad, well all he wanted was the best for Archie and me. This was clearly not the best, and not part of my life plan for at least another 10 years. I was his little girl; he always believed in me and trusted me to know what to do. I was going to break his heart and he would never forgive me either.

      “I know you guys will be. You two are my best friends,” I voiced my thoughts to Veronica. “The problem is Jughead, Archie, and my dad. They will never forgive me”.

      Veronica sighed, she knew it would be hard to get them to accept it, but they all loved her, even Jughead did, despite what he told her.

      “They all love and care about you; they just want what’s best for you. And this was not what they had in mind. But since they care for you they will eventually move and get over it. They won’t be mad at you forever,” Veronica finished, noticing that her words made my crying die down a little.

      We stayed like, Veronica hugging me on the bench, until Betty came back.

      Barging through the door she begins to speak, “I didn’t know which ones were best so I got multiple ones”.

       As she dumped them on the counter I laughed. As little kids I don’t think Betty or I ever pictured that we would be doing this first semester of our sophomore year of high school.

      I ran and hugged her saying, “Thank you Betty. I’m going to go use these. Wait here for me”.

     They nodded as I grabbed the tests and ran off to the bathroom stalls that were situated off to the side of the girls’ locker room.

     After I was done I made my way out of the stalls and place the tests on the counter. Betty proceeded to set a timer on her phone. We all went to sit on the bench while we waited.

     When the timer went off I could not make myself move to go check. Veronica looked at me and realized I had no intention of getting up. So instead she went to check.

     After looking at them, she turned to me, with a straight face, and asked, “Are you ready to know?”


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For @minteacup​ who drew me this cutest Ichinyatsu ever! 

You said Kara is your favorite matsu, so have a sunglasses boy asking you out on a very Karamatsu date! He’d probably come up with the cheesiest pickup lines in between every 10 seconds of conversations. He just wants to make you feel special, tbh. 

Ryuji's sexual harassment

Ok I’ve seen many hate posts about Ryuji and in most of them the reasons, well lets just say I could see where they’re coming from

But recently I found more and more posts about Ryuji sexually harassing girls, hell even him abusing them! Well I guess i’m blind then, cause I’m before what seems to be final boss in a game and I never seen him being abusive and sexually harassing girls.

I will not write whole essay why is that wrong on so many levels and I’ve never said he was perfect. I just want to say, please read the freaking definitions before saying stuff like that. He is just pervy. Like really pervy but to be honest, he’s 16 yo. Most of kids are really perverted in this age and think about stuff like that. Srsly you could say Yosuke from previous game harassed girls more. I’m talking about this scene when he buys swimsuits for girls and beg them to put them on. Still it isn’t harassment but it’s closer then anything that Ryuji did in my opinion.(and my goal here isnt to hate on Yosuke. He’s one of my faves so yeah i’m just putting an example)

I guess most people take it from hawaii trip and also how game makes us believe he cares only about looks in women??? Just remember guys that being pervy doesn’t equall sexually harassing women. He’s just a kid that still learns about that stuff!

Oh and him being abusive? No. Just no. Once again google the definition of “abuse” plus his whole backstory with being abused??? Don’t change freaking victim to abuser! That’s just really not okay guys! He sometimes can act like a jerk too but he isn’t abusive! Hell I would say most of the team was more “abusive” to him then he was to others but that’s my opinion.

Please before you say things like that look up some things. By saying misguiding informations, you just sprade the hate and hate in fandom isn’t good. You don’t like this character? Cool keep it to yourself, block the tag or whatever and don’t try to make people angry or make them hate character too. Someone else likes this character? Let them enjoy it and post fanart fanfics or other things with out sending them hate ( i’m talking to you anon hate I’ve never answered cause it wasn’t just worth it) and that’s all.

Watched the final two episodes

And while the penultimate episode was def a good episode and on a different level of quality and writing than much of the rest of S12, to me personally it remained one of the least emotional and grabbing season finales of the show, but maybe that was due to how much was seen coming miles ahead, because S12 didn’t do any subtleties. Mary ending up with Lucifer has been hammered down all season and so have a few other things, but I’ll get to those in a bit.

That said, I loved Jensen’s performance. If only he had gotten more scenes like that this season to showcase his talent. @lemondropsonice adds: Big hurt!Dean love!!!

Rowena’s death was absolutely uncalled for and upsetting and just plain stupid - of course Lucifer would do such a thing - but overall the writing of the finale to me just showed that apparently Dabb has truly lost his ability to write.

Anyway… Mary ending up out of the picture was expected, I just hope that Lucifer remains out of the picture for good now too, even if we should get different reality scenes from Mary next season.

Now to what I did really love and what probably moved me most: CROWLEY!!! “Bye boys” ;__________;
Sandy and I cried!!! This is how you wrap up a character’s story in a meaningful way. From S9 onwards with Crowley becoming more human again and remebering how to love and care and all that has happened to him and changed him from there on out, makes his death all the more beautiful, because he died for a reason, he died for what he believed in, he died for the people he cared about - the Winchesters who have been more friends than foe - and because he had seen his time coming. We have been shown Crowley’s going through the motions, his fatigue of the life he lead, so as much as I will miss Crowley on the show his death had impact and meaning and really moved me. And tbh as much as I would love to have Mark Sheppard on the show, I dearly hope they will not bring him back, because it would ruin the entire arc and the impact his death and life had.

And then there’s Cas’ death. I hadn’t expected that and of course it was the complete opposite to Crowley’s send off. It didn’t have any of the gravitas Crowely’s death had. Which is why I guess most agree that he won’t be dead for good and to be perfectly honest, I’d have preferred then if they hadn’t killed Cas at all, but had him stuck in alternate universe world too, because bringing him back now after we saw his wings torched in the ground feels truly enraging to me, because it’s just pure shock value and lacks meaning, because we all know he’ll be back. Unless he won’t be… And well if he truly won’t be: What an absolutely undeserved way to have Cas go. Tbh to me it feels very tough here for the show to get out of this in any way that won’t feel cheap and won’t damage anything further or remove impact, so I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

Overall I did enjoy the finale two episodes, 12x22 a whole lot more than 12x23, which was cringeworthy at quite a few times imo, but yeah Crowley’s death ;______; that one was beautiful.

So yeah, solid ending episodes (with a quite a few black spots) that imo still cant fix or gloss over a complete failure of a season.

And on a completly unrelated note: Whoever thought it was okay to berate and “teach” Timothy on twitter for his spelling errors: You really are a stellar piece of a human being. Seriously, when I read Tim’s tweets, I teared up. All the well wishes to this talented amazing man!!!!

Alright, I’m going to get ready for the first day of JIB now. Sirry for the negativity lol. :P

one of the most fascinating parts of the passover seder—one of the most eminently quotable, as well—is the narrative requirement that you envision yourself as someone who was taken out of slavery. in many ways, this is a call to action, to social justice: we are tasked with remembering the oppression of our people, and we must look around the world and see the oppression of others. we may not close your eyes and enjoy the victory of freedom: we must mix celebration with sorrow, taking wine out of our goblets with our fingers when we remember the plagues wrecked on the egyptians. this requirement shapes many sedarim all over the world, and i think it allows us to emerge as better people from the eight days of passover, hungry for the thick lushness of bread, for complicated meals and flavors and tastes. for the simplicity and comfort of routine.

but this requirement and call to action is not the only part of the passover seder that instills us with the promise of change. and while a lot of people—including myself—like focusing on the mandate to justice almost exclusively, this year i’ve found myself thinking much more about the happily ever after, about the gift of the ten commandments, the burden of freedom, and that elusive land of milk and honey. this year, for a number of extremely personal and emotional reasons, i’ve been thinking about the way passover is a promise of the future, not just a mandate of the past. the way passover creates a template, tabla rasa, for the year to come. the way it’s a beginning, the way it instills hope, and the way it creates structure for the year to come.

this year i’ve been thinking a lot about after. not just about dayenu (”it would have been enough,” we say, noting our liberation from slavery, our release into the desert, the gift of the torah, the gift of god’s presence), but also about the moment moshe looks over into the land of israel, forward and onward and into the future. the moment the children of israel cross into the land, the moment they put down roots and call themselves tribes of judah, reuven, binyamin. the moment they find names for themselves, find homes, find places where they can plant crops and expect to see them sprout. the moment we, as a wandering, placeless people, put down roots. the moment we become more than a faith–the moment we become a people. the moment we stop worrying about yesterday and today; the moment we can start worrying about tomorrow.

i’ve been thinking a lot about that moment. the apex of self-definition, of coming together, of community and of promise. not because it’s the end of the story, barely mentioned in the haggadah. but because it’s the beginning of the story, in a sense. it’s the moment we put down our history books, sweep away the remnants of food and wine, and talk to one another. it’s the moment we stop remembering, and it’s the moment we make plans. what will we do tomorrow? when do you think we’ll wake up? what time is it–do you think our seder was longer or shorter than anyone else’s? it’s the moment that i remember that my father is one of a few hundred heads of my family who have worn a kittel and stood at the front of our table and said we were slaves and now we are free with a voice that is terribly scratchy and getting older and fainter every year.  one day i will stand at the head of that table with my partner, and it will be me making that proclamation of faith. i will be the next in the line of jews who celebrate, commemorate, and then continue

the seder gives us the gift of reflection. it’s a memorial. it’s a lesson. but sometimes i think it’s more than that–it’s the promise that even in the darkest of times, even in the bleakest of moments, there is always an after. there is a the bed that awaits us after the seder, after we put away our plates and glasses and trudge into bedrooms cool, dark, and welcoming. after the matzah crumbs have been swept off the table, after our stomachs are heavy and our hearts are light with wine and wonder. there is a later. there are eight days of dusty crumbling meals, eight days of regret, eight days of difficulty. eight days where we are reminded of the lowest points in our history–of those people who are still at their lowest points. the mandate of social justice, the call to action, the requirement to see suffering and to address it.

but then there is the ninth day. there is the tenth day. there is the week after, the month after. there is the opportunity to begin again, to look at the body of law handed to us in the vast, empty expanse of desert, and say i will, i can, i must. it is the promise of an unbroken chain, of thousands of years of judaism stretching in every temporal direction. it is the memory that wherever you go, the roots of your story will follow you. you are not alone, and you will never be alone.

this promise of tomorrow is especially meaningful to me. i’ve been thinking a lot about freedom blessed by the constraint of law and by the necessity of compromise. i’ve been thinking a lot about the future. both of these things sound difficult and terrifying sometimes–unbearably overwhelming, unacceptably heavy burdens. but lately i’ve also been thinking about the opportunity of the seder to impose order on all of this chaos–on the chance i will have to set aside a short period of time to reflect, to mourn, to dedicate myself to grounding my story in memory. and then i will be given the imperative of thinking about the future, about tomorrow, and about the promise given to the am, to my people. 

my grandfather once told me that jewish history is the promise of thousands of stars that was given to avraham. everything else is a consequence. he never told me that being jewish meant that you will never, ever be alone. you will never be just history. you will always have tomorrow.

now i think he never said this because he knew he didn’t need to. because he knew, one day, i’d figure it out.