we could have been anything

3

#i just want to know if the way she pushes his hair out of the way is something talia probably did for them as children #some sort of comforting small touch to make them feel better when they felt sick #or was it just instinct for cora to touch her brother in a very simple but comforting way because he needed it or maybe she needed it #to make sure her brother was okay #im just very emotional and i wish they would have explored their relationship more

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Just seen these tweets by a fellow fob fan on twitter, interesting theory…could explain why we haven’t heard anything yet

you were
the sun
bright and beautiful, but isolated
desperate for a connection but never allowing anyone to get too close

and i was
the moon
cold and distant, but captivating
there was never a moment where someone wasn’t trying to find out what’s beneath the surface

together
we could have been beautiful
  we could have shone brighter than anything and anyone could have ever imagined
we could’ve collided and left everyone in our shadow to marvel at our intensity
we could have been the stuff that people wrote about, that people wished they could feel
but
there was a reason
you and i
existed on separate ends of the universe
we were only meant to coexist in passing
we were never meant to linger
never meant to be 
together
—  Anonymous said: wondering if you could write something about two people’s love like the sun and the moon. like how beautiful they would be, but they are bound to be apart
(cc, 2017)
Syd Tries FanFiction: The Blarke Reunion

So fair fucking warning I have never in my life written fic before, but I typed this out for @clxrkblake tonight so we could cry and she told me to post it so I’m gonna. Basically this was my ideal, dream reunion before I saw the finale. (I’ve changed my mind about a few things since we saw the new ship but whatever I’ll still dream of this reunion every night for the next 9 months.)

So anyway, I wrote this up in like 30 minutes and there’s probably lots of typos, but deal with it and then come cry with me. <3

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Bellamy sits by the window like he does every year, looking at the planet he used to call home. The glass in his hand is almost empty by now. It almost makes up for the whole thats still in his heart. It almost, for a second makes him forget she isn’t there beside him, that they never got that drink. 

He starts the same as he does every year. “I miss you. It’s been 6 years and I still miss you every day. You’d be so proud of everyone. Even Murphy.” He wipes at the tears collecting in his eyes. It never gets easier.

“I just wish… I wish I’d have told you when we had the chance. Timing never really was our strong suit was it? We were too busy keeping 100 kids alive. I wouldn’t trade it for the world though. Not a second of it.” He lifts the empty cup towards the planet thats now her grave. “I still love ya, Princess.”

He knows Raven’s behind him even before she comes to stand next to him. She’s always there for this. “It’s never gonna get easier is it?”

She shakes her head. “No. I still miss Finn every day. But you learn to deal with it. You never get over losing the one you love, their memory just becomes a part of who you are.”

He nods along. He asks her the same question every year. Every year, expecting to get a different answer. Maybe this time she’ll tell him ‘Yeah. The pain fades. One day you can breathe again. One day you’ll be able to look down at the earth below you and not feel that part of you that’s missing. But she never does.

“She’d be so proud of you Bellamy. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I just-” The static of the radio on his hip interrupts his thoughts. “Shit I thought I turned that off.” He fumbles for it, hands made clumsy by the drinks he’s downed. He barely has it out of the holster when he stops himself. Was that? No… It couldn’t be… It was just the alcohol in his system. But then…

“Where - you?"A voice. A voice even after 6 years, after 100 years he would never let himself forget. Her voice.

"Oh my god…” Raven whispers from behind him. “It can’t…”

The radio depends back into static once more before going silent and Bellamy raises his own shocked eyes to meet Ravens. “Clarke?”

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They don’t believe him. “You were just drunk Bellamy.” “It’s been six years Bellamy.” They think he’s holding on to a ghost, but he knows what he heard.

“We can’t risk it because you thought you heard a dead girl on the radio.” That’s Murphy.

“It could have been an old transmission… we can’t just go down without knowing anything-”

“I left her once. I am not doing it again. If there is even the slightest chance that she is alive down there, WE ARE GOING BACK FOR HER.”

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Three weeks after the night by the window they make contact. He’s helping Monty check on the algae when he hears Raven screaming his name through the halls.

“I found it.” That’s all it takes for him to follow her to the control room, to the radio, to Clarke.

“This is the station it came through. But we don’t know for sure-”

“Have you tried to make contact yet?”

“No, we were waiting for you.”

“Ok…” He sighs and grabs the radio. This is it. He’s either about to finally find that missing piece of himself or lose it all over again. “This is Ark Ring to… the ground. Is anyone there? Clarke are you there?”

There’s nothing. It feels like hours floating through freezing water waiting to hear something, anything.

Nothing.

“I’m sorry Bell.” Monty puts a hand on his shoulder.

She’s gone. He pushes himself away from the table ready to yell, or cry, or hit something. 

“-ello?”

“Holy shit.”

Bellamy could tell you he’s never moved that fast in his life, almost falling over himself to get to the radio. “Clarke?”

“Bell-my?” His legs give out, but Murphy leans in to ease his fall.

“Yeah. Yeah Clarke it’s me. Oh my- It’s you? It’s really you? How?”

“Yeah Bell, it’s me.” He can hear the tears in her voice, the same as his own. 

“I’m coming back for you. I’m coming back. I promise. I’m not leaving you again.”

“I miss you.” Its all she can say.

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The day they land on Earth the second time, isn’t anything like the first. It’s raining for one.

Two, he knows what’s waiting for him when he opens the door. 

And she is. 

Standing at the tree line, looking as beautiful as the day he lost her, is Clarke. Her hair is shorter. And there’s one or two more wrinkles around her eyes when she smiles, but god is she beautiful. Its like they’re not frozen for a moment, both of them standing in shock and amazement that they finally get this. 

Then, it’s like time is moving in fast forward and he’s on his feet and hers are carrying her towards him and they crash together like suddenly all their forgotten broken pieces are fitting back together. He holds her so close he thinks he can feel her heartbeat in his chest and she tangles her small hands through his hair and they’re both crying. But for the first time in 6 years, they aren’t tears for grieving. He’s sobbing apologies against her hair and she’s whispering forgiveness against his shoulder and it’s almost like they didn’t lose those 6 years. Like they were kids again, stranded on a dying planet, leaning on each other for survival.

He pulls back first to look at her. He wants to take in every single inch of her face and memorize it because he never wants to have to forget that face again. 

“I never gave up.” She laughs. “Not on you.”

He stroked her cheek, through the rain and the tears. “I thought I lost you. For 6 years.”

“You didn’t.” She pulls him close against, resting her forehead against his, and they laugh. 

He spent the past 6 years wishing he hadn’t lost her, dreaming that she could come back to him, praying that he could just hold her one more time. And now he get’s all of it. Because she’s alive and in his arms and laughing with him in the rain and he’s never going to lose her again.

TAH DAH! I hope it wasn’t awful! I’m gonna tag a few mutuals so they can share my pain. Love you guys!

@sassamyblake @bellsgirl @octanakin @ravenbellclarke @starboybellamy @scottmcblake @bobmorlee @stargirlclarke

Leia with the twins on Coruscant

mylittlechimera  asked:

Do you have any headcanons about Nick helping out the Railroad? He seems to know Deacon and who he is working for.

This is a really good one AND a really tough one. I do believe that Nick knows about the Railroad, and on some levels might even help the Railroad BUT I’m conflicted on what he thinks of the Railroad and just how much he’d help them.

I’m sure he’s totally gung-ho about getting synths away from the Institute and somewhere safe, but I have to think that the fact the Railroad routinely wipes Gen 3 synth’s memories for “their own safety” would be really upsetting to him.

His memories define him (as much as they define anyone). Nick’s character arc is about him struggling with human Nick’s memories inside of him, and through your time with him and his personal quest, he comes to understand that the memories he’s formed on his own as a Gen 2 prototype are just as important and valid. That he is his own person. Combined with the fact that we learn in Far Harbor that Nick had multiple personalities installed in his body during his time there, I have to think the memory wipes would upset him on a very personal level.

Having said that: I like to think that any of the Gen 3s that Patriot sends towards Diamond City are either intercepted by Old Man Stockton or Nick. Nick and Stockton have no less than three escape routes planned through Diamond City.

Old Man Stockton has kept synths at Nick’s offices. Ellie’s met most of them. 

After the Institute goes down, Nick reaches out to his network of clients, people who’ve always told him “if you ever need anything Nick, you just let us know”, to hide a synth with them for a few days while the Railroad sorts out their safehouses. Nick never tells the hosts that his “friend” is a synth, he’ll usually just tell them that his “friend” has some people looking for him and could they lay low. He’s never had one person refuse to hide someone for him.

Nick has been known to walk through town with a new synth in Wastelander clothes, disguised as a client who’s travelled very far to retain his services, and he’s just showing them around town. In actuality he’s trying to help synths acclimate.

Nick, by virtue of him having a Gen 2 body, is literally a familiar face to the Gen 3 synths. It’s very comforting for them. Nick is warm and protective, and although he doesn’t remember anything about the Institute, he knows what it is to be terrified and alone in a brand new world. He offers them information and insights into living in the Commonwealth.

He coaches them on Commonwealth history, verbal queues, slang, how to dress, how to defend themselves - all the things he had to learn the hard way.

He hopes if he can help ease them into things, they can have their wits about them enough that they can refuse the memory wipe.

Nick and Glory have spoken a few times. They don’t see eye-to-eye about the correct methods to use, but they do agree that the Institute has to be stopped and that they deserve respect.

If anything, I think Nick would work with the Railroad because there’s no other options for synths out in the Commonwealth. He may cringe or grind his teeth every time one is handed off to Amari, he may have even argued with Deacon or Desdemona about it more than once, but this is the best option he has.

He hopes that with the Institute gone, and the Sole Survivor working with the Railroad, that the Commonwealth will change and he won’t have to watch synths erase their memories in order to stay safe.

Even though drugs and alcohol have been a social lubricant since before we could write anything down, we like to think of history as this boring, stuffy museum exhibit where kings and queens drank iced tea, ate flavorless biscuits and had sex like our parents did (they’ve never had sex!). But hold onto your molly water, legal marijuana and fidget spinners, kids: history is as shitfaced wasted as any frat party or music festival, you just have to dig a little deep to find it. Also, it’s hard for high school history teachers to talk about how great Ulysses S. Grant was and talk about how drunk he was the whole civil war. So they just don’t mention that last part. American hero!

THIS WEEK: Jack O'Brien is joined by Cracked’s Carmen Angelica, Alex Schmidt and Michael Swaim, as well as comedian Blake Wexler, for a deep dive into some of history’s most secretly inebriated moments. They’ll talk about wars that were almost started and wars that were ended thanks to booze, some surprisingly great accomplishments powered by LSD (please don’t try them at home) and the American president who was so drunk all the time, it sort of puts the whole Trump presidency into horrifying perspective.

24 Huge Historical Events That Were Secret Keggers

very messy, very cell-phone-photo quality, just felt like cross-posting from my twitter.

sometime in either the 90s when a photo would require a noisy film camera or in the early 2000s when cell phone cameras existed but they would make a loud noise and wake M up hahh/////

In the summer of 2002 this thing we call “letlive.” began in a garage in a small suburb of Los Angeles with one goal in mind. Above all else, letlive. was meant to be an idea not an outfit. This idea took its roots in honesty, humility, and finding an ironic strength in vulnerability. This is how it all began and it must end in the same fashion.

We have been granted opportunities and experiences beyond anything we could have ever imagined and we are well aware that none of the aforementioned would be possible without you. Your support, investments, and genuine belief have been nothing short of inspiring which is what allowed us to create these works while enduring the unsettling ebb and flow of career musicianship. With this in mind we would like to take this time to exhibit said transparency and explain that over time a divergence in views and aims has developed within the camp- and, for the moment, the impact that has on letlive. as a group is that there will be no further activity for the foreseeable future. We want to thank every single person that we were privileged enough to make a connection with through this vessel. We will no longer write the soundtrack, but the most important element, the idea, will continue as long as you allow it to. You are and always will be letlive.

All ll.ove,
Jason Aalon Butler, Loniel Robinson, Ryan Johnson, & Jeffrey Sahyoun

The caption on Louis’s magazine cover 😐😐😐

Like, the new direction joke? My brother just made that, at the same time he conflated Zayn leaving with the band break-up. It’s been done to death. And I can almost guarantee “became his own man” will be the opposite.

I have zero good feelings. Pretty pictures of Louis come by the hundreds, they’re really not enough to get me excited. I know the fandom wants to celebrate happy things, but I really don’t think this qualifies. Going through archives of his photos would give me the same happy feelings without the negative consequences.

anonymous asked:

Hello. In my novel I have a character that's a butler and is absoulutley in love with his lady and I was wondering if there was anything in butler etiquette that would reffer to how a butler should act in a situation like that. I tried finding it on the internet but with no luck so I was wondering if you could help

Originally posted by rachelsharpie

One thing that’s going to make a huge difference here is time period. If this is a more current situation it’s going to be handled differently than if this was happening farther in the past. I was able to find some resources about butlers currently as well as bits about being a butler through history.

Also where does this butler work? I’m asking so you can take into account how highly ranked the employer of this butler is. The higher the ranking the more coveted the job is and therefore the more there is to lose. This can help with conflict as far as inner conflict, scheming from outside parties, and what sort of credentials the butler has in order to have the job. It might be a deep struggle for the butler to confront their feelings if they’ve sacrificed and worked for the position for a really long time and have a lot at risk.

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letlive. Call it Quits

“In the summer of 2002 this thing we call “letlive.” began in a garage in a small suburb of Los Angeles with one goal in mind. Above all else, letlive. was meant to be an idea not an outfit. This idea took its roots in honesty, humility, and finding an ironic strength in vulnerability. This is how it all began and it must end in the same fashion.

We have been granted opportunities and experiences beyond anything we could have ever imagined and we are well aware that none of the aforementioned would be possible without you. Your support, investments, and genuine belief have been nothing short of inspiring which is what allowed us to create these works while enduring the unsettling ebb and flow of career musicianship. With this in mind we would like to take this time to exhibit said transparency and explain that over time a divergence in views and aims has developed within the camp- and, for the moment, the impact that has on letlive. as a group is that there will be no further activity for the foreseeable future. We want to thank every single person that we were privileged enough to make a connection with through this vessel. We will no longer write the soundtrack, but the most important element, the idea, will continue as long as you allow it to. You are and always will be letlive.

All ll.ove,
Jason Aalon Butler, Loniel Robinson, Ryan Johnson, & Jeffrey Sahyoun”

farewell, cruel world!

Hey everybody…

I know that final scene in the Framework between Fitz and Jemma was deeply disturbing for a lot of people, myself included. The underlying domestic violence tones were a bit much for me and I know a lot of people have experienced that personally and it could have been upsetting.

Therefore, I’m proposing that we start tagging anything involving that scene as “the bad scene” in case anyone wants to block those posts from showing up on their dashes. 

I know “the scene” for the love scene worked pretty well for people who were uncomfortable with that so maybe this will work too. 

We will get through this! 

Originally posted by idolos-frases

anonymous asked:

I'm so glad you went to the march and got to meet Misha too! Did you see Vicki? Does she look like she's pregnant?

I was also glad I was able to go. I didn’t get to see Vicki, and frankly even if she had told me herself that she was x months pregnant it wouldn’t be my place to disclose that to the public. if misha or Vicki haven’t said anything on the matter then we should respect that privacy. besides, the rumor that she’s pregnant is pure fandom speculation from one con moment that could have been about almost anything. I get it, we get excited for good things in their lives and we want our faves to be happy, but we have to remember that if they want to share something with us then they will do it on their own time.

Delirious

you
open me up,
use me and discard me
as if i am the diary that sits on your shelf
occasionally escaping your memory.
you turn
who used to be
a fierce independent person
in to wallpaper-
silent and unmoving and always around.
you suffocate my words with your own
and i allow it.
i shove my priorities and my plans
in to my pocket
and i listen
to your complaints,
swatting my better judgement
and exhaustion out of the air
as if my basic human emotions
are somehow a nuisance
just so that i can force feed you
the compliments that you seek
each time you speak to me.
i am your imaginary friend.
you talk to me when no one is around
as if embarrassed
that you speak to me at all
and when i feel things-
things that i want to vocalize:
pain, anger, self doubt
you compliment me
you shove some line
about being there for me
down my throat
and expect
for me to readily swallow it.
the line morphs
in to a story of when you felt the same emotion
you turn my truths
in to a self-righteous rant
and still i
sit and listen
to your words
despite the screeching
in my head
from the sound
of my own self respect crashing,
shattering with each pre-practiced head nod
like glass being thrown
against the wall.

of course.
i must have been delirious
to think we could talk about
anything
besides you.

guys, chill out on jughead’s mom

we have no idea what she said to him. it could have been anything from “WE DON’T WANT YOU HERE” to “oh, honey, I’d love for you to come visit, but now isn’t the best time, can we maybe reschedule?” jughead would’ve reacted poorly to even the most gentle refusal because he was hovering just above rock bottom with his mom as his only potential cushion and she had no idea she was speaking to him in that context. jughead went out of his way to sound as casual as possible. he wasn’t asking her for help, he was acting like he just wanted to stop in and say hi.

i’m not saying they have the greatest relationship in the world. i’m not saying she’s anything, because we have never met this woman. like can we maybe not leap at the chance to tear a woman to shreds based on literally no evidence?

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