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Osomatsu-san PS Vita game translation - Karamatsu 05 - Stand by the Second Son

Jyushimatsu: Yuuuum! More oden, please! 

Chibita: Ok. 

Osomatsu: Yep, oden tastes great again today. I’m glad we came all this way to eat it. 

Choromatsu: Chibita, hot sake, please. Oden does go well with it, doesn’t it? 

Chibita: ….You jerks, you brought enough money to pay for everything this time, didn’t you? 

Karamatsu: Heh… money? There is no meaning in attaching a price to the fantastic cosmos known as oden. 

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A Separate History //  a 1988 film for Hockey Goes to the Movies with @nuuclearshow

2017 ‧ Romance/Comedy ‧ 2h 4m 

Plot: When Patrick Kane falls asleep it’s June 9th 2010. He’s just won the Stanley Cup. When he wakes it’s 2025, he’s married to Jonathan Toews, and that’s just the beginning…

June 9th 2010

It’s late by the time they make it back to the hotel. So late it’s probably early and all of them still drunk. Patrick’s covered in, well, he’s not really sure what he’s covered in anymore. Beer? Probably. Sweat? Definitely. Tears? Check. Vomit? At least a little. Fucking awesomeness? Without a doubt.

He still has his under-armour on, the Stanley Cup Championship T-shirt over that, some kind of pants and a lopsided snapback. He feels seriously fucking disgusting, and sticky, and tired, as he makes his way off the bus and into the hotel lobby. He could sleep for a thousand peaceful years and yet he could never sleep again with the way his heart hasn’t stopped racing all night.

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Based off of @mysteryprof‘s headcanon from this post

It’s in the middle of battle when McCree feels his heart stop, when he hears Hanzo cry out in pain across the comms.  For a second he’s frozen with fear and dread, then Hanzo is screaming again and time kick starts again for McCree.

“Hanzo!  Hanzo!” He yells into his comm as he takes out the last couple Talon agents surrounding him.  There’s no response which only causes his heart rate to increase and for him to panic even more.

“Athena, I need the last location of Agent Hanzo!”

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“Invisible” by Linkin Park

I’ve got an aching head
Echoes and buzzing noises
I know the words we said
But wish I could’ve turned our voices down
This is not black and white
Only organize confusion
I’m just trying to get it right
And in spite of all I should’ve done

I was not mad at you
I was not trying to tear you down
The words that I could’ve used
I was too scared to say out loud
If I cannot break your fall
I’ll pick you up right off the ground
If you felt invisible, I won’t let you feel that now


You didn’t get your way
And it’s an empty feeling
You’ve got a lot to say
And you just want to know you’re being hurt
But this is not black and white
There are no clear solutions
I’m just trying to get it right
And in spite of all I should’ve done

I was not mad at you
I was not trying to tear you down
The words that I could’ve used
I was too scared to say out loud
If I cannot break your fall
I’ll pick you up right off the ground
If you felt invisible, I won’t let you feel that now


Scandal 6x10 - Alternate Reality

Hello world. For the past 29 hours I have been glued to my tv, rewatching this scandal episode that I feel I have memorized verbatim but every time I watch it I see something new or different that I didn’t pick up on from the last rewatch. But my heart is open and filled with love as Shonda dedicated this episode to our star crossed lover, Olivia and Fitz.

Me coming out of my room after remaining in seclusion. I feel lightheaded. 

This episode was fundamental to the core of Scandal and what the story has always been, the evolution of Olivia Pope and her quest for life. This alternate reality did not disappoint me but left me optimistic and thoroughly sedated. For so long we have watched Olivia fall from grace that at times it appears as though we are looking at a stranger, but we are seeing a change, a slight turn on her axis. Bless you Shonda, for this episode. I never doubted the story or the quest to live a open, honest life.

Now. Let us say our Pledge of the Allegiance.

I pledge allegiance to United States of Olitz and to the republic for which is stands. One nation under Shonda indivisible with jam and love for all. Amen

We start the episode off with Olivia, Fitz and Jake in the oval. Fitz is trying to come up with a plan to free Cyrus but Jake is currently attempting to thwart his plan considering it’s something they all want, Mellie to be President. But is that necessarily true though considering Abby told Jake in 602 that she knows he doesn’t want Mellie to win. *hint hint* besides who actually wants to win an election that way and Fitz knows that they want Mellie in the White House for a reason otherwise why kill Vargas. Real Bitch and Penis did not stoop to those lengths just to support their fellow white lady. Nothing about this is right, hence Fitz wearing the light shirt and appeasing to Olivia’s former self about doing the right thing whereas we have Stevie Wonder appeasing to Olivia’s current side hence the dark shirt. A very obvious play of both good and evil, light and dark and of course the love triangle. Stuck between the two men she’s been entangled with for a few years; and her lack substance in her gut Olivia is torn as if doing the right thing will be all that right. Olivia begins to side with Fitz but the second she does Jake attempts to bring them both down about ‘something he knew 3 hours ago’

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Hoe, how did yo Stevie Wonder ass tell time? Anyways ..ugh Jake brings up Defiance being a good thing and completely ignores Olivia’s obvious discomfort and pain regarding that ordeal that took place 8 years ago. Fitz looks to Olivia for back up but she rebuffs and begins to talk about Huck dying and how many more people have to get hurt, but Fitz isn’t agreeing with Olivia or Jake regarding them doing nothing and before he leaves he tells Olivia and Jake that he needs to know whether they are 'in or out’.

With Fitz out of the office, Jake turns to Olivia and ignores her pain but begins to talk about how life would have been much worse for Fitz had Olivia not the rigged election all the while Olivia’s head is bowed in evident sorrow for all the pain she has caused to Fitz and herself. But before Jake walks out he reminds Olivia that her life would have also been worse too had she not rigged election. Cue the dream

But as Olivia flashbacks to the past, most of her prolific memories are shaped around Fitz. We see the most memorable moments for Olivia, good and bad.

Back on the plane with the original illuminati…I feel nostalgic at the sight of Hollis and that old hag Verna. Ugh. My heart’s feeling all warm and fuzzy. But as we all know in real life Olivia said ’ yes’ but in the alternate reality she says:

 ‘No. We are not fixing the election. Fitz can win. He can do this. He can turn this around. And when asked about them losing Olivia says 'At least we lose with our souls intact.’

 Wow. Olivia believes in Fitz that he can win. But we know how this story ends and it ends with Fitz losing and Olivia being ashamed and heartbroken that she could have won this for Fitz and she chose to let him fall. Mellie makes sure to rub it in Olivia’s face about all she had to say was ’yes’ and so ironic how Olivia has used that same word when she declared her love for Fitz. But anyways, Olivia is feeling the pain and you can see her clearly wondering if she made the right decision at all. Now we know Olivia enjoys carrying the weight and burden but this wasn’t her fault especially not in this world. But. It Hurts nonetheless .

 Olivia is trying to escape and act as if she doesn’t hear Fitz calling her name, but she stops and tells Fitz she wrote him a letter saying she’s sorry for not winning the presidency for him. A letter, Olivia . Really? I understand you are hurt and you would rather do what you have always done, which is run. But don’t you think Fitz is deserving of a goodbye or an answer even one as painful as the truth? But Fitz tells Olivia that she didn’t let him down, and while America didn’t chose him, she can.

Excuse me for a minute.

Okay. I’m back. But barely breathing. Olivia being Olivia bypasses Fitz’s request and tells him that she is going to Washington to help Marcus Walker get a criminal justice bill passed. Puppy eyes and lips quivers couldn’t begin to describe the yearning those two people feel every time they have to part. Fitz wishes Olivia good luck and Olivia wishes Fitz good luck with Mellie. Olivia leaves Fitz dejected and broken hearted . My eyes hurt from the light of their love, and my heart breaks for the star crossed lovers, and my thirst is finally being quenched after such a long olitz drought that I am edematous.


Two months later after breaking up with Fitz, Olivia appears to be trying to fix herself by doing what she does best, staying busy working. Abby, Marcus and even Hobo Huck are all at Olivia’s workshop. It’s old, ugly and so very unlike our Olivia yet you can see the joy that she has with owning something that belongs to her and she’s not some boujee D.C. Girl like she is today. She’s humble and appreciative of the hardwork they have put in to create this. Beautiful. That’s pretty refreshing but I will tell you what’s not and that is Olivia dating Leo. Yup I threw up in my mouth at the idea of them….but another parallel to help dig the knife even deeper into olakers heart is the fact that our Olivia did this exact same thing with Jake after Fitz found out about defiance. She went on a date and shared a bit here and there but deep down it doesn’t erase Fitz, in reality or alternate reality, Olivia can’t escape the inevitable that is Fitzgerald Grant. Wherever she goes, he is always with her.

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The only difference about Olivia’s date with Jake and her would be date with Leo is that Fitz showed up for her and stopped her from making a mistake. So you see olakers it wasn’t necessarily Jake that was special it could have been ANYBODY even Leo! And before I hand olakers the final dagger, let me say that Olivia created this alternate world, and not once did she dream of Jake being in it. Olivia wishes she never met Jake, she wishes Fitz would have came to her and stopped her date like he did with Leo.

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Freshly defeated, Fitz shows up at Olivia’s apartment ready to ask for her hand in marriage. Unlike our scandal time we’re we see these two people both yearning to be with one another but because of time and circumstance they are always parted. Not in this world. Fitz isn’t going to wait to be with Olivia, he’s ready to be out in the open with her. Fitz showed up for Olivia even in her dream, he came back for her and stood on her doorstep telling her that he’s just a ex presidential candidate asking his campaign manager to love him, and do him the honor of becoming his wife because he’s so desperately in love with her and if she ’loves me half as much as I love you then it was worth the trip’

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As Fitz professes his love for Olivia, softly in the background their song plays. 'Will You Still love me’ the same song played when Olivia was arrested for releasing Rowan and we watched Olivia silently beg Fitz to still love her in spite of her short comings.

There is a reason why that song was played. Olivia was at her worse at the time and yet she still desperately wanted Fitz to see her and love her even though she was unable to love herself at the moment. Fitz’s is requesting the same of Olivia except much different circumstances. But the message is evident and by the shutting of Olivia’s elevator door just as Fitz had shut the door on them. But in this world, they don’t give up. They Fight. Olivia quickly opens the door and said ‘yes’ faintly with such overwhelming love pouring through her. The proposal is everything and more but again the one word Mellie said earlier comes back, all Olivia has to do is say ’yes’. Something she has failed to do often in her current life, and not to mention Shonda’s subtle mention of her own book. Yes.

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I cannot begin to describe the joy still festering in my heart at the sight of Olivia following her heart instead of listening to her head, the unsurmountable joy radiating from her. Seldom does Olivia make such drastic choices without thinking it over but this time she went full force something she was unable to do in the real world out of fear.

The parallels are uncanny Mellie told Olivia in the beginning she just had to say 'one word’ and like in our realm of scandal when Olivia said ’yes’ to being Fitz’s mistress and effectively ending Fitz’s and Mellie’s marriage. Olivia done did it again, by saying yes to Fitz’s proposal. And we see Mellie lurking in the shadows at their wedding but she’s clearly over Fitz and not jealous of Olivia.
I’m sorry my pettiness is flaring up. But Olivia stays ruining Mellie’s life by getting her own life. You go girl with yo natural hair and backpack wearing self.

Now, back to Olivia and Fitz screwing the world so they could make their own.

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Me watching olitz get it on. The whimpers. The moans. The eye contact.

Reunited and it feels so good. Ladies and Gentleman Fitz and Olivia are floating in space. Olivia done magically grabbed them keys from her purse and opened the door and left everything else behind. Olivia literally left her baggage behind but does that actually mean she left it behind? Yes and no. More on that later

Can I just say that I love that Olivia dreamt of all this. She dreamt of Fitz showing up and being her beacon of light and good. While Olivia has Huck, it doesn’t replace the hearts hunger for love and affection that can’t be suppressed. When the heart speaks it speaks. The attention to detail is a thing of beauty, Shonda truly out did herself with this episode, perfectly layering Olivia and Fitz’s relationship, once again reminding the audience and Olivia and Fitz that their love is real. For so long we have seen Olivia yearning but never actually tasting the sweetness that life could bring, the joy she will find in being ordinary, the fulfillment of reaching her goals without losing herself and the one she loves. This is the tender epilogue that these two souls deserves. They have suffered enough at the hands of others and themselves, it is time for Olivia to start claiming her life and taking it in her own hands.

The wedding


We see Olivia in the dressing room with just Huck as they get ready for the wedding and Huck cut his hair and trimmed his beard for Olivia’s wedding.(don’t cry. Don’t cry, okay cry) you can see the wedding jitters plastered  on both of their faces but Olivia walks to Huck and gets him ready for their big day.


As they walk another olitz’s greatest hit plays in the background. ‘You’re All I Need To Get By.’ This song was a turning point for Olivia and Fitz’s relationship, were Fitz finally earned Olivia and Olivia was accepting of being earned. The crowd is around her but all she can see is him standing there waiting for her. Olivia doesn’t appear frightened or scared about getting married but joyfully moved at the man waiting for her to cross over on the other side. Yes, he is all she needs to get by.

They exchange vows with their eyes remaining focused only on each other. With the chapel filled with roses we have set the scene to their very own rose garden. The church is filled with gold, roses, and lights that you get this feeling that this must be heaven.


Rowan’s clearly not happy with there union even in the alternate reality just as much as it displeases him in reality. The fact that Olivia chose love over power is an enlightening moment. Olivia is giving herself the life she genuinely wants and is becoming the person she feels she could be with Fitz by her side with Rowan staying in the shadows. Who would have known how much Olivia would have changed had Rowan never influenced her.

A year into their marriage and Oliva and Fitz are still happy and very much in love; with Oliva wearing Fitz’s navy shirt these two are still newlyweds with Olivia keeping count of how many times Fitz brings her to climax. I know Olivia took that navy shirt with her when she left the White House, there’s no possible way she could have left without taking a piece of him with her.

Even though Olivia and Fitz are married; Olivia still has her commitment issues as evident by her lack of compromise on moving and Fitz being lazy with his lack of effort in everything; but one thing is certain which is Olivia still feels the calling to be more, to create a name for herself, to be somebody whereas Fitz is looking to be a nobody.

Olivia wants to get this bill passed but because Fitz isn’t President in this realm and she thereby has no real power and knows any of the Washington elite Olivia is once again powerless, a feeling she hates to her core especially when she has to watch her husband with all the power vested in him be a reporter instead of a leader that she knew he could have been had she rigged the election. Oh Olivia and Fitz.

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We don’t need to see Mellie and Cyrus and their pretense marriage and I began to ask questions about how Jake met Fitz and why now and most importantly I bet Rowan has him following Olivia and Fitz but I’m not going to do that because it’s not real and Olivia obviously doesn’t care about jake or even find him to be even equivalent to a boyfriend or stranger. So I shall keep it moving. Jake’s involvement is minimal to none and that’s why this episode is perfect.

 Ironic that Olivia has made a point to separate herself from the people she’s been the closest too and the people who tend to bring out the worse in her (Rowan, Mellie, Jake) versus the people she’s been the most distant with yet represent her moral values ( Marcus, Abby, Fitz) oh Shonda the subtle messages you are delivering in this episode has left me completely and utterly flabbergasted. Even subconsciously Olivia is aware that associating with her dad and Jake bring out the worse in her, which is why this episode is refreshing to see, Olivia is aware of the moves being played around her  but in this realm because she is not morally compromised and is wearing the white hat she associates herself with the people who do as well. Olivia is basking in the glow of light and love my friends.

Olivia with Marcus…where’s Harrison! Okay. Anyways. Olivia finds OPA and she buys it without Fitz knowing. Now, I’m not saying Olivia needs Fitz’s approval but in a marriage their is this thing called respect and communication something even in this realm Olivia and Fitz still lack. You talk with your spouse, you communicate your plans and desires with your spouse and not leave them flying in the wind. Fitz made sure to make note that Olivia wasn’t okay with buying a house but totally okay with  buying OPA. Different reality but still the same damn olitz. Even married Olivia still suffers from commitment issues and taking the next step toward the unknown.

Sidenote: can I just say that I think it’s really cute how excited Olivia is to be in the oval versus now. Our Olivia walks around the oval like she owns the place and she partially does but this Olivia is able to appreciate it in a way our Olivia never has. And Olivia taking a selfie with JFK’s poster is the cutest thing ever but unfortunately as her and Marcus wait and wait for the President they quickly see that it was a mishap and they are never granted entry into the oval. Such a sour yet profound moment for Olivia. She wants power, she wants to make a difference but she is tied.

Upset and dejected Olivia comes home to see Fitz wasting away his potential with a glass of scotch. Oh this is going to hurt, the two begin to talk around one another like Olivia normally does when she doesn’t want to fight but ends up going for the gutter…*cough 509* …*cough breakup scene* Olivia and Fitz are having the same fight they had during the breakup, Fitz being selfished, Olivia constantly hiding, and the unforgettable blows under the belt they exchange.

Olivia references the ’big dog’ again, how she looks at Fitz and she doesn’t recognize him anymore but Fitz can’t live with the fact that he failed Olivia not Olivia failing him. Fitz drinking this much is never a good sign. The thing about Olivia and Fitz is that when things are good they are great but when it’s bad; it’s bad. Fitz fills his glass of scotch while asking Olivia if she’s screwing Marcus since he knows it’s not him. Olivia fires back by telling Fitz he never had a chance of winning and that he was ’unelectable. Grant for the people? Pathetic.’

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Always one for perfect timing; Olivia found that after insulting her husband she should then confess that the reason they are miserable is because she opted not to fix the election  and she is the only person who could have given him the presidency.

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I’m not sure what Olivia was thinking telling Fitz this now, oh I know it’s called self sabotage something Olivia does frequently and the most recent being after her abortion. She creates these near impossible situations to come out unscathed just with the hopes of being able to walk away from it all. Olivia plants these moments of destruction because it is much easier to be the one leaving versus being the one left. Fitz tells Olivia she should have rigged the election and Olivia is shocked at hearing Fitz say those words but she tells him “you wouldn’t have want to win that way.” Fitz disagrees and Olivia tells him that defiance would have destroyed them but it seems that they have done that already with Fitz’s final words being ’ at least I would have been President.’ Won’t lie I was pretty nervous at this point. This was the 509 fight all over again and I found myself having flashbacks and ptsd of that unforgettable episode.

Five months later

Olivia and Fitz are still together but are they really? Everything about them is cold and distant. Big sigh and deep breath.  

Instead of focusing on politics Fitz is now interviewing Lindsey aka Quinn aka the  bachelorette. The idea of having to lower himself to such standards and with Olivia’s words echoing in his head about being pathetic. Yeah. This is bad. And with Olivia’s Bill headed to the floor she is gaining the power without the help of the White House, showing that it is possible to have power and not lose your soul but one part still remains, will she and Fitz get through this together? And with Abby handing Olivia her divorce papers. The chances of them coming out of this together are slim.

Olivia isn’t playing games, she is getting her life and leaving Fitz behind. It is safe to say that one way or another Olivia was going to make a name for herself but the thing is that being on the top alone isn’t all that fun when you don’t have anybody to share it with, welcome Abby. Abby is forever Olivia’s voice of reason and truth(4x10)  and it still saddens me how low Olivia stooped with slapping Abby and treating her the way she did when she clearly holds her to such high esteem. Olivia brings up Abby and David being happily married, but Abby tells Olivia that she never gave Fitz a chance, and she honestly never has. Whenever Fitz falls from her ridiculously high pedestal instead of lowering the legs and waiting for him to get back up she runs or makes excuses as to why they will never work. Before leaving, Abby reminds Olivia why she is still living in her apartment. Woah.  In their current realm Fitz didn’t ask Olivia to move in to the White House but just took it upon himself, whereas this Fitz asked and pleaded and Olivia opted to stay put arguing that it was too big and cost too much. In both realities Olivia always had one foot out the door, she never gave them a chance.

 Olivia has some resentment over losing the election and having to watch Fitz chose being a celebrity over being a hero, for chosing that lifestyle over her and their shared ideas and politics that were so fundamental to who they were and who they strived to be. Regardless of time or the exact definition of their relationship, Olivia and Fitz always seem to connect through politics and the ideals they envisioned. ( ex. Brandon Bill) their relationship was at one of its most tumultuous moments with Fitz going to war to bring Olivia back. It was that bill that connected them once again and Olivia was remind of the man she voted for. It must be hard a pill to swallow for Olivia and Fitz as they move in perpendicular roads . Fitz needs his ass kicked that’s for sure but stick around Olivia to receive your reward otherwise someone else will. * cough Angela* *cough Quinn*

Quinn came into Fitz’s trailer to sleep with him and all I kept thinking was ‘don’t do this Fitz’. Don’t repeat Amanda Tanner cause this time you will actually be the father and Quinn would put you on child support before your pants drop. But Fitz and Quinn kiss and soon we find Quinn on her knees…yup…Amanda tanner style. The camera pans to Fitz looking at himself in the mirror as he attempts to drink his pain away but it doesn’t work and he sends Quinn away but somewhat sobered he sees his reflection in the mirror again and this time it’s stick. It’s a chilling sight to see but a much needed moment of reflection as he looks at the stranger staring back at him.

Mellie and Cyrus staged marriage comes to a climax where Mellie once again finds herself on the losing end, having been betrayed by Cyrus and Rowan who I’m ignoring throughout this episode. Mellie having been deflated goes to OPA to meet Olivia and tell her once in for all that she was right about defiance and she hates admitting that Olivia was right about defiance destroying Fitz. The parelles and tone of this monologue. Mellie confessed that she did what she thought she had to do in order to win and now she is trapped and being controlled by Rowan and Cyrus the same way Olivia is being controlled by Rowan in our current scandal. Agreeing to defiance, Olivia did what she deemed necessarily but now she is the one trapped. One of the good things that came out of not committing voter fraud was saving not only her soul but Fitz’s soul which is ultimately what hurted Olivia the most about Defiance. Hurting Fitz hurts Olivia.

Discussing Sally’s husband’s extra martial affair with James and the ’life of pretending’ On the air Fitz stops mid sentence and walks away. Fitz had been pretending for so long in our scandal realm that he forgot at one time what it meant to actually feel. Remember, pretending is real. Fitz walking off the set is setting the tone that he no longer wants to pretend, he’s ready.

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Fitz comes home to a clearly pondering Olivia. Immediately Fitz tells Olivia the truth that he didn’t want the election, that he never wanted anything in life until he meet her. Cue the Olitz anthem ’the light ’. I just want to reiterate that Fitz has said this before, Rowan even acknowledge Fitz being a spoiled rich white boy who never worked for anything but found Olivia and was suddenly ready to be a man. This is true. Olivia showed Fitz the man he could be, the man he aspired to become with her by his side. While Olivia helped Fitz turn into a man, Fitz gave Olivia the freedom to love, and she does.

Fitz’s monologue is a thing of beauty but this wasn’t just entirely Fitz talking. This was Olivia. Fitz said everything Olivia has wanted to say but could never bring herself to speak aloud.

“Saying no to defiance was the right choice. I know that now. You tried to give me freedom. You tried to give me the chance to find happiness and I squandered it. That was on me. Only me. That’s why I’m sorry. I hadn’t  recognized it. I didn’t understand it.  I wasn’t thinking. It took me far too long to realize …. I have things to figure out. I have work, a lot of work to due; if there’re any hope of becoming the man I know I can be. The man you deserve. I still want you Olivia, if you’ll still have me.”

Olivia hands Fitz papers and Fitz timidly opens them expecting it to be divorce papers but it’s actually an ad of their soon to be Georgetown complex. Fitz picked Vermont for them and Olivia picked Georgetown. You see, unlike 509 where they broke up and went their separate ways, here in this world Olivia is claiming her life and ready to put forth the work and work towards creating a better life for her and Fitz, the life they deserve. In this world instead of fighting each other they hope to fight for one another. There is something unequivocally satisfying at watching Olivia finally seeing the life and light she’s been so afraid to have and to finally know now that it’s possible. Olivia doesn’t have to sell her soul for power and sacrifice love in order to be victorious. Olivia can claim the life she wants, if she is willing to fight for it.

Now that Olivia has found the key, she comes back from her dream with the biggest smile on her face as she once again leaves her baggage behind to find Fitz but this time I think the baggage might stay away. Olivia walking out the oval and leaving behind her pursue and coat and other possessions signifies this significant change inside her, now all of her worldly possessions me nothing to her without him by her side. The power, the money, the jewels are all an illusion that kept her from seeing the truth. Love. This episode is only about love. Olivia has denied herself this amazing love for so long and it seems that it is just now hitting her what it truly means. Love comes with setbacks and downfalls, you won’t always be happy but at least you know you have someone to fall back on if you fall. 

  But as Olivia walks through the corridor, she’s not exactly walking to Fitz but she’s running to him with such joy and vigor at what her life seems to have foretold. The mood is infectious and I feel we all have found ourselves rooting for Olivia and her pursuit of happiness as she runs to the balcony to find Fitz alone and at the same spot where she last confessed her love and desire to start a real relationship with him (4x22) . The balcony is a significant monument to Olivia and Fitz, it was here that Olivia came to Fitz after she removed her father (temporarily) from her life to create a new one with Fitz. As the camera pans on Olivia; we see her staring adoringly at Fitz with those little specks of light in her eyes. With this new found glow and light it is obvious that Olivia is feeling this extraordinary surge of love for Fitz and from Fitz. My God Olivia is in love and it feels as though she is just now realizing just how profound her love for him and the possibility of them is. Turning to Fitz she smiles at him happily as she tells him “I’m in.”  And she’s not just referring to Cyrus being exonerated but she’s ’in’ with him. Olivia is ’in’ her right frame of mind, she’s ’in’ love with Fitz, and she’s ’in’ this to win it. Olivia Pope is ’in’. I do not see Olivia making a complete 360 overnight but this is promising episode leading to a more satisfying ending.

For the first time in quite some time Olivia felt a tangible sensation she swore she lost long ago.


Revolutionary Sentence Starters
  • "I would rather die than give in to the likes of you."
  • "We're the ones that are in the right. Someday everybody will see that."
  • "Without freedom, what are we? Just sheep waiting for the slaughter."
  • "You've chosen your way, and I... I've chosen mine."
  • "War kills everything. The land. The people. The very humanity inside of you."
  • "I'm afraid... afraid of what all of this is doing to you."
  • "You can't call this living!"
  • "In the grand scheme of things, what does it matter? We all die."
  • "Why don't you just stop? Why do you have to do this?"
  • "Tell ___ that I love them... and I'm sorry."
  • "We can't give up now. Remember what we're fighting for!"
  • "Please don't go! We need you here right now!"
  • "I'm glad that you'll be by my side in the new world we're making."
  • "They think they can get away with this. We have to prove them wrong."
  • "They dare to rise up against us. Let's crush them."
  • "People are dying! And you still think this is justified?"
  • "The people on top, all they care about is looking out for themselves."
  • "What's happened to you? You used to fight for the right side. Now I'm not so sure anymore."
  • "We've been fighting for so long... I'm so tired."
  • "I don't think anyone remembers why we even started all of this."
  • "I want you to know I may not come back from this. But I have to do it."
  • "Everyone thinks it'll all be better once we've won. They don't yet see the scars we'll have to deal with afterward."
  • "It's dark. Will you hold my hand?"
  • "Be quiet. They're searching for us."
  • "Find them. If they resist... make an example out of them."
Dancing with Jimin

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Dancing with jimin

Parts; One

Pairing; Jimin x Reader

Rating; PG13

Genre; Romance & Fluff

Word count: 4,327

Synopsis: Going to a new school was nerve wrecking especially when you suddenly got paired up to dance with Jimin.

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President Velveeta threw a white trash party in the White House.

What do you think this picture smells like?

A) Marlboro Reds
B) Budweiser
C) Easy Mac
D) An unholy combo that will linger in the Oval Office for generations to come

Habanero Hitler had Sarah Palin, Ted Nugent, Kid Rock, and some other trash I don’t recognize over for a photo op last night.  I think because I’m a mature, intelligent, reasonable adult I’m not supposed to resort to namecalling, but I promise you IDGAF about manners or decorum of any sort since the election.  Ain’t shit I can say about this garbage that would be worse than the shit he said to get elected, so y'all can save your “They go low and we go high” mantras for somebody else’s inbox.  Plus, And, Besides, In Addition to, they posed in front of Hillary’s First Lady portrait just to be assholes:

These people are twice my age and not even half my intelligence with national platforms that they could use for good, but instead they decide to mock the woman who actually got the most votes.  If Hillary had won, none of us would even be thinking about Donald Trump right now, let alone taking time out of our busy agenda full of Actually Making America Great to mock Lil Baby Cheeto.  I’m so disgusted and I wish I believed in Hell so I could be assured they’d all end up there.  But since I don’t, and because karma is for wishful thinkers who keep hope alive, I’ll just have to resign myself to the fact that shitty human beings can in fact prosper, grow, and succeed at life and there is nothing I can do about it but bitch into my keyboard and take another shot of whiskey.

okay okay

props to the hardworking men of color on the Patriots team, and the other white teammates who shouldn’t be held accountable for Brady and co.’s faults. You earned your win.

OUTSTANDING performance by the Falcons. You might not have won, but you made it hard on the Pats. And that’s an accomplishment! You’re the first team to take the game to overtime in history! 

Also, it’s hard not to see this game as something of a metaphor for today’s political climate. I think it’s pretty obvious so I won’t detail it. It was a fight. And even if the Pats won, it was not an easy win, and the other team made them second-guess their assumed superiority. That’s important. Let’s not be too discouraged–there’s a lot about this game that was symbolic of our nation right now, and we should take heart in that. 

America, we still rock. We won’t let the fascists take our country away from us. And yes, it might be beyond stereotypical to treat football as the Great American Metaphor, but for many people, that’s exactly what it is. I’m not even a football fan and I saw it. So this game is what it is, and I think the whole tone of the game (and advertisements) said a lot about the current state and mood of our country. So let’s grab onto that and do something with it.


You can’t die. Please don’t die.

Prompt: “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Originally posted by toyboxboy

As you sat in the back of the car with Spencer to your left, JJ and Morgan in the front you adjust your vest making sure it’s set correctly. As Morgan zooms through back passages you look of Spence and give him a warm reassuring smile as the car spins into a parking position with a hairpin turn. You quickly jump out the car to see 3 local officer cars and the other SUV all facing the window of an abandoned cabin. 

“He’s in there alright we’ve seen movement but we need to go in carefully and we need 4 of you to stay out here. Morgan, you and Prentiss take the back way and me and Rossi will take the front. JJ, Reid, Y/L/N and Blake you stay out here and work with the sheriff and his officers.” Hotch orders before lastly adjusting his vest and walking off his gun in his arms. 

“You three stay here while I just go coordinate with the sheriff. Be careful.” Blake says smiling before walking in a different direction. The rest of the team seem to dissapear into the darkness of the night before you see something shift in the distance…

“Spence. JJ. Did you see that?” You say quietly before walking off slowly, quietly clicking off the safety of your gun. As you creep towards the darkness fright fills Spencer and JJ knowing you could be walking into the unsub’s trap.

“Y/N! Get back here!” Spencer yells in a hushed whisper. Just as you get close enough you see a pair of green eyes staring back at you before running off in another direction. Without even a second of a doubt you chase after the unsub without knowing for a second where you’re going. Chasing after the unsub was slowly working as you were catching up to him and thus meaning JJ and Spencer could catch up to you. As the unsub jumps over a fence you see a tree with a lower branch so you use your old gymnastic skills to manuver into the tree swinging from the lowest branch on the other side and thus catching the unsub. As you put the unsub on his knees, knowing he’s feeling the cool barrel of your gun to the back of his head, you remember a vital piece of information as you feel a cold metal on your neck, he wasn’t working alone.

“Put down the gun sweetheart. We wouldn’t want someone getting hurt now would we?” The voice made your skin crawl and so did his warm breath on the back of your neck. You look past the man kneeling in front of you to see Spencer a good distance away that the unsub behind you couldn’t see, so you shake your head. More to Spencer but of course the unsub behind you doesn’t know this.

“I can take you.” You project your voice so Spencer can hear you, as well you assume JJ can too wherever she is. The man behind you laughs and every fear you’ve ever had seems to come alive with the haunting laugh.

“Oh you think you can, do you sweetheart?”

“Yeah. I do.” You say as you kick your leg backwards also leaning forward shooting your gun into the leg of the unsub in front of you and catching the one behind you. That’s when one gun shot goes off that isn’t yours. Spencer quickly runs to arrest the first unsub and the second one stands back up tall and spits blood towards the floor, that’s when you roll around to face him and spot JJ behind him. He takes the safety off his gun and aims it at your head. You turn your head and copy his movement of spitting blood onto the floor.You see JJ raise her gun and you begin to laugh. A laugh that terrifies Spencer because you’re not even recognising you’ve been shot right now.

“I don’t know what you’re laughing at sweetheart. I won. You’re about to bleed out.” The man almost cackles at the thought of killing an agent. You use your elbows to prop yourself up to speak. 

“We always win.” As you finish speaking the man spins around, now ignoring you. He comes face to face with a severely pissed off JJ who immediately pulls the trigger. You let your arms fall and your head hit the floor. JJ then takes the first unsub and Spencer runs over to you cupping your face.

 "Hey Spency… I’m okay.“ 

"Y/N no you’re not you’re go-” You immediately cut him off.
“It’s okay if I die then I die in the arms of my first love,” Spencer eyes light up but sink knowing these might be your final words, you confessing your love, “The only person I’ve ever loved. The person I’ll always love… I love you Spencer." 

As you finish your sentence you black out and Spencer realises if you die in this moment he never said it back. He never got a chance. He needed you to know he loved you too. All that could be heard was Spencer crying not knowing if he was about to lose you.

"No! You can’t die! Please don’t die.”


@ragweed98 @dontshootmespence @spencerdamnreid @spencerdamnreid2

@ebrigal I hope you enjoyed it!!

Renegade (prologue)

Originally posted by the-lifeintechnicolor

Another wolf-finds-his-mate story, but I kicked it up a notch and created a whole new world around it.

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Supernatural (EXO as wolves, but more species involved in the storyline)

Word count: 2640 words

Warning: curse-words and references to private parts (and a naked Chanyeol)


The water was almost turning damp when it touched his skin. Gently, the dark haired, tall lad massaged his skin with the coconut and cream shower gel that stood at his feet, attempting to wash away the sweat on his body that had begun to itch. It had never been his preferred fragrance - he wondered where he had last placed his own musky fragranced shower gel-, yet, he admitted it was a surprisingly calming and relaxing scent, perfect for this time of the year.

With the palm of his hand, he pressed on the chrome metal that was built into the wall. As the cold water stopped flowing out of the showerhead above him, he leaned towards the wall, bending his back outward so that he could shake away the last water droplets from his hair, doggy style.

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anonymous asked:

I love byler but I really really dont think a show as big as ST would let byler happen :(

Normally this wouldn’t happen with shows this big, you’re right. But like I just posted seconds before, the Duffers aren’t like any other show creators, so who knows what might happen.

I would love to see it happen, but for now we just have to wait and see what happens next. And us shippers won’t go anywhere so at least there will be fan-made content!

The Girl is Mine

Anonymous asked: Can you do a Mark and Haechan scenario based off of “The girl is mine” by Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney please? I’ve always thought about this😆. Thanks (I lobe your blog btw💙)

Okay but I actually adored this request because I just pictured myself in this situation since I’m always juggling Mark and Haechan. The scenario will be in Mark’s pov since its like a behind the scenes kinda thing. hope you enjoyed it anonie!! I’m glad you love our blog, we love you too ❤


“Mark how is this even up for discussion? Y/N is mine. It’s so obvious that I’m the only one in her heart, there’s no room for you.”

I frowned at his words, after everything Y/N had told me it didn’t seem like this was possible. I hate how cocky Haechan looks, like he knows that he’s right but he most definitely isn’t. The girl is mine.

“I don’t understand the way you think, saying she’s yours not mine. You know how many dates we’ve gone on? You’re just wasting your time Haechan, let hyung handle this one.”

He burst out in laughter at my words, this all seemed pathetic. Two best friends fighting over one girl but I can’t let him think he’s winning her over, that way he’ll only be disappointed when she’s dating me not him.

“You know ever since I met her she’s been walking right into my dreams without fail? Because she’s mine, that girl is mine. And you know we both can’t have her so you’re going to have to accept that she’s my girl forever and ever.”

“But I love her more than you do, that is just an obvious fact bro.”

“But I love her endlessly!”

I groan in frustration, running a hand through my hair. We aren’t getting anywhere, if anything we are getting further and further away from deciding who gets Y/N. It was beginning to annoy me how stubborn he was being, why can’t he just let it be?

“Haechan you know she said I blow her mind? And I know for a fact she’ll tell you I’m the one for her. Do you know why? Because the damn girl is mine!”

“Nope she’s mine.”

He has smugness written all over his face, he knows such short answers are going to annoy me but I won’t allow it to get to me, I’m not losing a best friend over this.

“Look Haechan I’m not going to fight about this okay? She told me I’m her forever lover, don’t you remember?”

“Yeah well after a date with me she said she could never love another~“

I stare at him in disbelief, she couldn’t have said that…right?

“S-she said that?”

The shock was evident in my voice making Haechan smirk. Again.

“Yes she did so just keep dreaming Mark but know at the end of the day, this girl is mine. There’s no denying it anymore.”

I was just about to open my mouth when there was a slight knock at the bedroom door. We both shut up, silently telling whoever was outside to come in. They opened the door cautiously, shit Y/N…how long was she standing there…

“Is everything alright in here? The other guys said you two had been in here forever now…everything okay?”

We both put on fake smiles and nodded over dramatically. Her worried expression lightened up and I couldn’t help but stare. She’s so beautiful and her smile, oh her smile. It’s the smile of a thousand suns, an imagine of pureness. Whilst I was busy bathing in her radiance Haechan ran up to her, looping an arm around her neck.

“Let’s not keep the others waiting then! Sorry to worry you Y/N~”

He said in his aegyo voice, making her giggle although he wasn’t actually looking at her but at me, mischief dancing in his eyes. I smirk back and walked towards Y/N my smile wide. I put my arm around her and pulled her away from Haechan, he looked at me in shock but my smile never faded.

“Yeah Y/N let’s go!”

She looked at us both, she didn’t seem at all convinced.

“You guys are acting weird. More weirder than usual…Are you sure everything’s alright?”

“Yup everything’s fine! Right Haechan?”

He let out a grunt of agreement as he stood there empty handed. I locked eyes with him, we both had the same expression on and I knew it. Determination. I had won this battle but this was war now, there was plenty more to come. But for now I welled in my victory and mouthed ‘mine’ before turning towards Y/N again who was still oblivious to the whole thing.

“Come on let’s go! We don’t want the guys to worry why you’re gone for so long either~”

She frowned once more then shook it off, deciding it was nothing. She smiled at me and then at Haechan, stretching out her hand towards him. He gladly took it and smirked mouthing a ‘yours?’ and laughing with his eyes. I rolled mine and walked foward. I still definitely won. I unconciously tightened my grip on Y/N just to be sure though.

(Rey x reader) Lost in the snow

Requested by: @labyrinth-of-thoughts 


Words: 2,537


You leaned against one of the walls outside of the Fighter Planes, watching the training session before you. Rey and Finn had been practicing with dummy lightsabers for the past hour now, which meant you had nowhere better to be at this very moment. You watched Rey as she moved with precision, grace, and fierceness. Three things you’d always found attractive in her case. Your relationship with her however had been reduced to light flirting, and over-the-shoulder winks. Although you didn’t really mind. Besides she was always nice to look at. You’d already packed your medical supplies that you’d need on this mission and was now just waiting until it was time to take off.

Rey continued to fight Finn, eventually sweeping his legs as he hit the ground with a thump and you raised your eyebrow a little watching her.

“Whatcha lookin at?” you heard a voice behind you and you turned around in shock to see Poe standing behind you, raising his eyebrow and smirking. You rolled your eyes and sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue against him.

“Why?” you asked, crossing your arms and facing him with a playful grin plastered on your face.

“Because this relationship of yours is getting ridiculous. Would the two of you just make out and get it over with already?” he said, rolling his eyes. You scoffed, playfully slapping him on the arm which made him laugh.

“I wasn’t kidding!” he responded, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. You shook your head, slightly amused.

“Don’t push your luck, Dameron” you said, making him laugh again.

You suddenly whipped your head around when you felt a soft hand touch your shoulder and run discreetly down your arm.

“Hey there, Y/N” she said softly, walking away from you and smirking over her shoulder. You stood there smiling for a minute and then looked up at Poe, who had a massive smirk on his face.

You stared at him for a few seconds, unable to stop smirking from Rey’s latest flirting technique before you smiled at him, slightly annoyed.

“Shut up” you said, slapping him lightly on the arm again before walking around the plane, getting ready to go. Rey was getting into another ship at that moment, attacking on a different front. She noticed you getting into the ship and winked at you before disappearing into the large metal plane. Out of sight, but not out of mind.

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Come Back to Me: Chapter 2

Prologue, Chapter 1

I’m so sorry I took so long to post this! 


It doesn’t bother me I think to myself. I look up at Mor and Cassian bickering at the front of the group, just like old times. Mor and Cassian go back - way back. One of the worst kept secrets in the entire US army was that General Cassian Chiroptera - then Lieutenant Chiroptera - slept with the famous Morrigan Frede. While just a fling, the two’s military accomplishments weren’t the only things they were famous for.

It doesn’t bother me I repeat. Even if they were still together, it shouldn’t - doesn’t - matter to me. Cassian is allowed to be with whomever he pleases. He is no one to me other than Feyre’s best friend. That night was a million years ago. It means nothing to him, and it means nothing to me.

It doesn’t bother me.

It doesn’t bother me.


My fiancee looks ravishing, as always. Feyre looks like a fallen star, dressed in a midnight blue knee length dress that sparkled with every swish of her hips. Her laugh trills like the sweetest wind chimes. I could listen to the sound of her laugh for the rest of my life. The only problem was, I could see the sadness behind those beautiful blue-grey eyes. While she is very happy with her sister’s return, she still holds the hideousness of battle deep in her heart. Too see my beautiful star dim even the slightest bit breaks my heart over and over. 

Though, it seems that Feyre darling is not the only Archeron sister that is struggling with the aftermath. I had rented a limousine for the occassion - no one could ever say that Rhysand Night didn’t go all out - which gave me the chance to study my family. As the limousine drove to Cassian’s selected restaurant, I caught Feyre stealing concerned glances at Nesta. While Nesta had her normal look of seriousness, one could see that she was more tense than usual. Though, she could also be tense from the presence of my more abrasive brother. I chuckle slightly to myself. Feyre shoots me a questioning look, and I shake my head slightly: I’ll tell you later. She shrugged and turned back to our family.

As we pull up to Rita’s Italiano, Cassian and Mor let a simultaneous whoop of excitement out. A smile spreads across my face; Rita, the owner, has a soft spot for our family. We never leave Rita’s without full bellies and good times.

Cassian saunters up to the hostess stand, sending a wink toward the cute girl standing there. While we wait for a table to be put together, Cass begins charming the woman, coaxing a steady stream of giggles from her. All of the females in our group groan, along with the males. This isn’t the first time that Cassian has embarrassed us with his shameless flirting. 

 The hostess - Riley, according to Cassian - soon leads us over to our table. Somehow, as we all sit down, Amren has the unfortunate pleasure of sitting between Cassian and Nesta. I raise my eyebrows at Feyre, and she seems to have the same thought - this was going to be interesting.


Maybe slamming eight shots of whiskey in a row wasn’t my best idea. My dearest brothers decided to have a little drinking contest, of which I could not back down from. Of course I won, but right now it doesn’t quite feel like it. Not that I would ever let them know.

By the end of the hour, only Az, Amren, and Nesta seem to be holding their liqueur well. from what I can hear, Mor and Fey are in a slurred discussion over which color would be best for the reunion party (”No Fey-ruh! You don ged it! RED IS THE BESHT COLOR EVA”). Rhys is entertaining Elain and Lucien with stories of our days back at West Point, with Azriel shaking his head in shame of our shenanigans. I took this as the perfect time to talk to the beauty next to Amren.

“So Nesta” I purr (or maybe slurred), “what are you gonna do now that you’re stateside?” Nesta barely spared me a glance as she sipped at her wine.

“I don’t see how that is any of your business” she intones, face deadpan. 

“Aw come on sweetheart” I coo. Her face twitched into a quick scowl at the nickname she so despised. I continued, “You must have something you have in mind-”

“Oh I can think of a few things I would like to do” she snapped with enough bite to suggest violence. A lesser man would be afraid for his manhood. But I am no lesser man. 

“Do tell” I wiggled my eyebrows at her. Amren looks like she wants to kill us for putting her between our argument. I don’t care.Something was different with Nesta, and not in a good way. I was getting a glimpse at the fiery woman I so adored, and I wasn’t going to let her fade back into…whatever she had changed into.

Nesta scoffed, turning back to her food. She continues pushing her food around, not taking a single bite. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. No, I think, don’t fade away. Amren, to my great surprise, poked Nesta in the side, drawing back her attention.

“I understand not wanting to talk to that brute, but I’m still curious” Amren swirled her blood red wine while pointedly looking at Nes. The two women had always maintained an odd relationship, but Amren had always gotten through to Nesta when she wanted to. After a brief stare off, Nesta finally sighed.

“I was thinking of -”



Teasing Hvitserk because you know he has feeling for you.

“You’re cute.” I leer at him, observing as he sweeps away at the dirt covering the wooden floors in the main barn.
I never understood why he and his brothers still had to do jobs and errands around the village as they were still princes. Until he told me that they were just farmers. Well, Ubbe just wants to be a farmer and that’s what he wants for the rest of his brothers. There was something about that. Something so ordinary that intrigued me, and I wanted more.
“Why do you sweep like that?” Bending over the wooden fence, and lifting my feet upon the post, I questioned. “It would be a lot easier if you swept from behind.”
His face dripped of sweat, and his clothes were damp. He’d been going at this for hours now. His hands were blistered and his feet were sore. But he just couldn’t get the dirt to move into a pile so it can all be picked up at once to be taken out back. “What?” He’s frustrated.
“Sweep from behind. You’re pushing all the dirt and straw, when it would be easier to do it from behind.”
He looked blankly at me. “I do not understand.” He pulled a face. “Sweep from behind?” He let the broom fall and his back fall as well. He flayed his arms and sighed. He looked exhausted. Probably doesn’t help that he’s been doing it incorrectly this whole time, and I just told him now.
“You’re using all your strength to push it when it would be easier to pull it.” Still a blank expression. I moan and roll my eyes. “Here, help me over.”
The blond, blue eyed prince drops the broom and takes my hands in his as I struggle to put my leg over the top post. Whoever made this barn, should be ridiculed for it. “So much grace.” He jokes as I stand in front of him.
I blow a piece of hair out of my face and take the broom. Standing before him, we make eye contact. “Now, Hvitserk, look carefully.” I nod at him, and sweep from behind. Pulling the dirt and hay, not pushing, and looking as he sees the dirt move in annoyance.
“Are you serious?” He grunts. Pulling at his hair, he sighs and leans back against the posts. “You know how you asked why me and my brothers do work around the village? Well,” he breathes out, a small smile playing on his lips. “Ubbe wants us to be farmers – I didn’t lie about that. But mother makes us do little jobs here and there so we don’t turn out like Bjorn.”
I stifle a smile and end up snorting. “So, you don’t end up like, Bjorn? That’s harsh.”
He chuckles and pulls me to him. “Bjorn is a little… self-indulged when it comes to things he wants and things he doesn’t want. He wants to be the leader and no one else can do what he can.”
I wrap my arms around his torso, and he tenses. “So, your mother doesn’t want you and your brothers to turn out like Bjorn?”
He nods. “There are four of us and one of him. He never had to compete against anyone when his sister died, and even then, he won every time.” Hvisterk loosens and places his elbows on my shoulder and nudges my foot with his. “The rest of us have to compete all the time. Especially Ivar. And, when we were little we’d let him win at everything to make him feel better and now he hates it when he loses.” He pauses. Letting us have eye contact for a few moments, before he abruptly stands and coughs a little. He begins to sweep again. “We, uh, we felt pity for Ivar when we were children. As much as I hate to say it, Sigurd was right. Sometimes we did wish he was left to the…” He lets his voice become small and shakes his head. As if he feels guilty for even thinking it.
Leaning against the post again, I watch him sweep. “You’re cute.” I tell him again. “You always run away when we get too close.” His cheeks redden and his back faces me. “I think it’s cute.”  I beam. “Makes you less like, Bjorn.”
He lets out a snort and starts sniggering. “Thank you. I’m sure mother will be pleased.” He faces me now, and stands tall. Shoulders back and chin up. Confidence is something he never really shows to me. To everyone else? Well, he’s the son of Ragnar Lothbrok and a prince of Kattegat, he must be confident.

"I will be okay as long as you don't ask me to smile."

Soulmate!AU | Female Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Member: Lu Han

Warnings: This is kinda long. Maybe one or two curses but that’s it.

A/N: Is really important to the story you guys know that this is from the point of view of a children who is growing up! That’s why she talks so much about her mom, and the she started to describe things better etc. English is not my first language so please let me know if there is any spelling mistakes.

*NOT MY GIF* This gif is adorable btw!!!

Originally posted by meiren-menglu

I always saw stories about people saying “I was the last of my friends to found out my soulmate.” or “I always wondered how having a soulmate was like.” But it was never like this to me. I found my soulmate even before i had conscious about what a soulmate was.

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Heroes Don’t Cut Ties- Chapter 2/2

The second chapter to this story (x)!

Words: 1561
Warnings: None
Summary: One member of Vox Machina uses the earrings one more time that night, and Scanlan is just close enough to hear.

Ao3 Mirror (x) I had to redirect this link through my blog to make sure it shows up in the tags, so his link isn’t going to work on mobile, sorry about that! The actual url is archiveofourown.org/works/10915089/chapters/24296427.

So, talking to Kaylie about what had happened had gone— Well. Scanlan had certainly tried to keep it from blowing up.

“So they were in trouble and you didn’t even do anything?”

“I haven’t seen them in more than a year. They’ve been able to handle themselves before, and what was I supposed to do? Was I just supposed to leave you sitting alone in the tavern while I ran off to go jump into a fight I knew nothing about? I’m not like that anymore! That’s not what I fucking do anymore!”

“You looked scared for them in there, dad. You looked like you knew something was wrong. How could you just sit there and listen to that? All the stories you told me about them— I thought you cared about them! If this is how you’re going to act then why do you still have that earring on in the first place?”

Now she was curled up, back turned to him, snoring quietly. The second tavern and inn they’d relocated to, the Drunken Unicorn, wasn’t as nice as the first, but it was still a soft bed and a good meal— ‘soft’ and ‘good’ being relative terms. Scanlan wasn’t tired and knew he wasn’t sleeping any time soon, so sitting in a dark room stewing wasn’t going to do anything but work him up.

He decided to go for a walk.

The moon was high in the sky when he got outside; the tavern he’d had to cross through nearly empty. Scanlan knew he could defend himself if need be, so he let his feet carry him through moonlit, cobbled streets without paying much mind to where he was headed. He had only been in this town a couple days, and didn’t have the layout anywhere near memorized yet. He knew that there were several taverns, and that one was the Broken Bottle and one was the Drunken Unicorn. He knew that these taverns were at opposite ends of town.

It was late enough that the streets were almost entirely empty, save for the occasional wandering guard or citizen emptying a night’s worth of drinks onto a street corner. He’d always been reasonably good with keeping himself oriented and finding his way around, which is why he was surprised to find himself standing in front of the Broken Bottle. He hadn’t meant to come back here; he hadn’t thought he’d even been moving in this direction. He turned to leave; he’d hate for Kaylie to wake up without him there and get worried.

He was even more surprised to hear a small voice say, “Hey, Scanlan.”

He whipped around, but the tavern door was closed. There wasn’t even a window on the front of it to see out of— as far as he knew, he was completely alone. Pike shouldn’t be talking to him—

That’s when he remembered the fucking earrings.

“I know you’re not gonna hear this, but I just wanted to tell you about my day, cause it’s been pretty crazy.” Her voice was quiet, her words slurring together. “Y’know, just to give you an update since the last time I did this.”

Oh gods, there had been a last time? How often had she done this, thinking he’d never hear?

“So, all of Vox Machina and me, we had to go check some dude out for someone else, and see if he was involved in some— some sneaky— …Y’know, I didn’t really understand it even when I was sober, I think it was some illegal noble stuff? You know, killing people, smuggling things—”

What had he just been fucking saying about rushing into fights he knew nothing about? Of course they hadn’t changed their ways at all, they were still doing stupid, dangerous things that were going to get them killed.

“Anyways, we had to go investigate him and knock him out to bring him back to the first guy, only we didn’t know he could cast fucking spells, and he had buddies hiding in the house that protected him— It was a really tough battle but we totally kicked ass— I mean, I went down once, but only for a few seconds! And we were all out of spells after the fight so I’m gonna sleep off what I can and get myself all patched up in the morning.”

Scanlan’s stomach dropped at that; he remembered how scary it had been to hear everyone else’s reactions to that. Her upbeat tone hardly fit what she was talking about.

He could walk away right now, and he wouldn’t have to hear the rest of this. If he took the earring out at the very least until he was back in his own room at the other inn, he’d be free of being forced to hear—

He sat down against the side of the building.

“And besides, Grog brought me back up. Cause buddies help each other out!” God, he could just hear the grin in her voice. He missed that grin. “An’ then we won cause we’re fucking great, and we brought the guy to the other guy, and we came back to find a place to stay and me and Grog had a drinking contest and I won— He’s passed out at the bar next to me right now. Man, the person who served us said if we’d gotten here a couple hours earlier we could’ve caught some people playing for the crowd here. She couldn’t remember their names but she said they were great— I bet they weren’t half as good as you are. I really miss your singing. An’ I’m getting really tired but I just thought I’d let you know that we got to Wildmount safely, and we’re all doing pretty okay for ourselves, and the bakery’s going good even though we’re not around to run it right now—”

Bakery? What bakery?

“And we’re still kinda slow getting back into being all together again but it’s super easy now that we’re doing jobs for people—”

Again? Had they been apart since he’d left?

“And I miss you a lot—”

Oh, no.

Pike sounded close to tears that time, and getting closer the longer she talked. “We all do, I think… Grog especially. He’s the only other one that knows I do this and he said he was gonna give it a try cause he misses you a lot too. And you’ve got the other gatestone for a reason, if you ever wanna… I dunno, like, come say hi? An’ I’m probably too drunk to be doing this at this point cause I’m really tired and Grog looks really comfy on the bar but I just miss you a lot, Scanlan, and—” she broke off to sniffle loudly, and Scanlan felt sick to his stomach. “I dunno. I’m glad you’re with your daughter. I’m glad she’s got such a good dad. Cause that’s so important, you know, having a good family, one that doesn’t treat you badly or try to steal from your friends or… Or…”

The sentence was cut off by the sound of a broken off snore.

He hadn’t understood the ending at all, but that didn’t really matter. It mattered less than the rest of what she’d said, at least. He stared at the entrance to the tavern. He could go in there, wake Pike up, say hello to her and only her—

She’d never let him do that.

Still, his mind kept forcing him back to how she’d said she was hurt and everyone was out of spells. He’d swore wasn’t going to go back to just healing them whenever they asked, but—

Well, she hadn’t really asked.

And besides, it was Pike.

Scanlan circled around to the side of the building, where he found a window hanging ajar. His breath hitched when he saw them; Grog face down on the bar, Pike leaned over on Grog’s massive shoulder, both of them snoring loudly. Pike, from what Scanlan could see, was still roughed up. Bruises littered the upper half of her body, and she looked like she was boasting a pretty nasty shiner on her left eye. Scanlan could only wince at the thought of what she did to whoever caused that.

It took a couple of breaths to steady himself before he started to sing.

It was quiet, and under his breath; he didn’t want anyone to hear him. He sang a handful of lines from what he’d played that night, a ballad about a travelling band of heroes that got themselves into shit and always came out on top even though they were jackasses. Despite his quiet voice, the song carried itself into the tavern and across the room, and some of Pike’s wounds began to glow with a soft, purple light as they healed. Cuts closed, the black eye’s swelling went down. She looked much better by the time he finished.

With a sigh, Scanlan took in the sight of the pair at the bar one last time before turning around. He was mostly certain of the way back to the tavern he was staying in. And if he got lost, it was only 3 in the morning; he had plenty of time to find his way back. He’d get some rest with Kaylie, and the two would set off for another city in the morning.

anonymous asked:

I heard a rumor that the carving on the tree where it says "C+T" is where you two had your first kiss... Is that true?

this question made tweek tweek out so it’s up to me i guess. tweek won’t let me kiss him yet, he gets super anxious whenever we get even remotely close. hand holding and cuddling is about as far as it goes ‘bout now. that tree is where we hang out a lot. i carved it there for us on our anniversary. i’d like that to be the place where we have our first kiss, but right now that’s not happening  

super craig

11, 12, 17 (Count From 30)

Summary:  4/27/11: Jason Todd gets ice cream with his father and brother.

4/27/12: Jason Todd lies on the floor of a warehouse, listening to the ticking countdown of a bomb.

4/27/17: Jason Todd’s plans to lay alone and depressed in his apartment are rudely interrupted.

Word Count: 2600

A/N: Slightly late fic for the anniversary of Jason’s death. Enjoy!

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April 27th, 2011

“No! No! Go away! Get away from me!” Jason screeched, skidding down the hallway. He was almost to the door. He’d be safe in just a few more—

Oomph. His ankle, his ankle was being grabbed, but the door was almost—

He fell to the ground, his pursuer collapsing on top of him.

“No!” he shrieked.

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