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Idea for a Superman origin movie

built around two solid points:
1) Lois Lane is the lead character; and
2) The audience dose not know who is playing Superman going into the movie.

So the movie centers around a young Lois, who’s desperately trying to get a job as a reporter at the Daily Planet, despite a hiring freeze as the printed journalism business struggles to keep up, and despite the fact she has no prior journalism experience (at least, not outside of an expensive degree that has yet to start paying for itself). Even though no one at the Planet will even return her calls, she barges in in the middle of a work day, trying to get an interview. She bounces off a lot of people (a number of them tall guys with dark hair and nice eyes who she barely notices) until she tracks down Perry White, who tells her, sarcastically, that he’ll hire her on the spot if she can bring him a properly sourced article revealing the story Metropolis’s new hero, who just yesterday stopped a runaway train with his bare hands. 

She gets to work. Her friends tell her she’s crazy. Her sister bails her out of jail at least once (maybe a montage of times). Her father, General Lane, threatens disownment and/or military arrest. This “menace” broke a muggers arm last week, and is wanted for vigilantism. If she really does find out the identity of this man (who’s been gaining notoriety with every feat) and brings it to a newspaper before the military, her father would have to take action. (This country is his family, after all.)

But the more Lois looks into this ‘super man’, the more she likes what she sees. It’s hard without credentials, but she’s been collecting eye-witness reports for months trying to find the pattern to track; the pattern that everyone’s been looking for. She has dozens of interviews with police, and store owners, and caught criminals, but it’s in the interviews of the regular folk that she finds the pattern:

This man is kind. 

Every headline is about a larger-than-life figure who catches falling statues, wins chases with cars, and stops bullets with his pecs. In the words of the innocent people of Metropolis though, is someone else. Someone who flies broken cars to the shop from the highway during rush hour. Someone who takes a sobbing child from the scene of a bike accident and drops off a smiling one with their parents. Someone who’s been spotted leaving flowers by the headstones of the ones who didn’t make it out of that train crash. Someone who sits in a secluded corner of the park and plays chess with the old woman who’s husband can no longer leave the house. Someone who literally pulled a dog out of a river and a cat from a tree. 

So, to find the Man of Steel, Lois searches for kindness - and she finds it everywhere. She finds all the coats freely shed for someone cold. She finds all the grocery carts paid for by the previous customer. She finds lonely veterans offered a seat at the family table in restaurants. She finds hate symbols painted over with cute cartoons and symbols of love. She finds dozens and dozens of volunteers who help clean up and serve food and rebuild after train crashes and car wrecks and robberies. 

She finds Superman.

And then she finds a man in the park.

He’s not doing much, just sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. The copy of the Daily Planet on the bench next to him speculates on the dangers of super humans, as it has every day for the last two weeks. Some have even suggested that the Man of Steel is an alien, though those theories have only barely broken into mainstream. Whatever this man is worrying over, whatever weight is on his shoulders, seems much heavier than a newspaper, though. Lois hasn’t worried herself with the same issue’s as her prospective employer, either. Thoughts still on the group of teens she’s just passed, each promising to beat up on some boy for their friend, are still fresh on her mind, and she takes the spot next to the stranger on the bench.

He’s not a stranger, though. Lois recognizes him. She doesn’t know his name, but she saw him that day at the Daily Planet months ago, and she’s seen him across the police tape at scenes she’s investigated. He wrote today’s front page article: “Man of Steel, or Menace of Steel?”

He’s politely flustered when she sits down, and she promptly tells him that everything about his article - she’s already read it, of course - is absurd. She doesn’t care who “made him write it”, the entire thing is just plain wrong. She finds herself repeating stories she’s read and re-read at all hours of the morning. Stories of regular people who’d told her how they’d been inspired by Superman. How they’d taken leaps of faith toward recovery and new lives thanks to Superman. Teenagers have chosen to live because of Superman. She quotes sources, and sources of people, including herself, who have said that the city of Metropolis - maybe even the world - was so much better because of Superman.

“Superman?” the reporter asks.

“It’s just something I’ve been calling him. He’s got that big S on his chest, right?”

The reporter laughs. He hasn’t smiled the whole time, only looked at her with wide eyes. His smile is… nice. His glasses are dumb though.

“Yeah,” she admits, “it’s a dumb name.”

“No,” he says. A weight has fallen off his shoulders while she was flipping through her notebooks. He sniffles a bit. Lois had just torn into his article with all the fury she could muster, is he crying about it? No, he’s smiling, still. “I really like it. Have you written all this down?”

Lois Lane writes it all down. Her new friend (who proofread the hell out of it because Lois is driven as hell but can’t spell) Clark Kent turned it in to his boss. The newest headline reads:

The Story of Superman -by Lois Lane


She’s getting paid more than Clark in under a year. He just seems to be so distracted all the time. Maybe she should look into that…
Steven Quartz Universe: More powerful than he knows

When Steven was first introduced to the show, he appeared to be adorable kid with some really finicky and unreliable powers. His caretakers, the crystal gems, bore the bulk of the responsibility when it came to fighting gem monsters and other gems like Jasper. However, as Steven is coming into his own, and his powers become more controllable, it’s slowly but steadily being hinted at that he is far more powerful than the crystal gems, homeworld, or even himself realizes. 

I’m not just talking about things like physical strength or even his shield, although they are both quite valuable assets, but rather I’m talking about powers he hasn’t even been able to fully explore yet. Still, lets talk about his more obvious abilities before delving into his potentials later. 

First and probably most underestimated power of his is his super strength. Steven started out being only stronger than the average human, but as time has gone on there has been a slew of evidence to suggest that he can exert several tons of force quite effortlessly. Evidence for this includes him kicking metal doors in and tossing huge slabs of stone from a temple with a punch of his fist (AFTER he was bodied into the stone hard enough to create a crater). While he is probably still on the weaker end when it comes to Quartz, his strength is noticeable to other gems now as evidenced by the Wanted Special. I would not be surprised if his physical prowess finds itself having an upgrade sooner rather than later. 

His floating powers also have a lot of potential to it. One only needs to watch a few kung fu flicks with high flying wire fu to know that characters who can fight AND float can be quite the badasses in combat. 


However awesome as those movies are however, Steven’s version of floating is actually more effective. While your usual high flying fantasy kung fu movie has its characters only getting lighter when they hop around, Steven’s ability to float is far sturdier than that. 

While other floating powers make you lighter, Steven’s is more akin to flight that only pushes upwards like a hot air balloon. the crystal gems could not force him down because the force he was exerting to keep himself aloft was stronger than the downward forces they were putting on him. A boat about that size is usually 2400 pounds from what I could find online, add onto that whatever weight the gems bring to the table and the fact that he’s holding that boat by his arms, and its fair to say that his floating and strength abilities are quite strong. He’s also been learning to use momentum before activating his ability to travel over distances. The greater control he has over his emotional state, the more nuanced his control of this ability is going to get. 

His shield and bubble powers are pretty self explanatory. They are quite durable, especially his shield, and they seem to be able to counter a wide variety of Gem weaponry of all shapes and sizes, including on freaking spaceships. In terms of defenses, you can’t get much better than Steven’s shield. 

Another defensive ability even his mother didn’t have was a resistance to Destabilizers 

While his form appears to be at least partially Hard Light in composition, the majority of himself is organic, which destabilizers do not account for. As such that type of weaponry, while it would hurt, does not really affect him the way it would a pure gem. 

However, all of this is only talking about Steven’s personal capabilities in a fight. It does not address his most powerful abilities of all. The power to create and maintain an entire army. This is encompassed into his “healing ability,” however the applications for this power are quite staggering.  

His first foray into army making was unintentionally creating an entire species of sapient watermelons. Doesn’t sound all that impressive at first, until you realize he was able to create this army from ONE WATERMELON. Each and everyone of them inclined to be loyal to him and fight for him to their end. Rose also established that this ability can extend to any and all flora. Moss to Trees can be made into an army of loyal soldiers which can in turn breed MORE of their kind. If he spent a single day just spitting out a variety of seeds he’d have an entire militia over night. Anyone who has seen the march of the Ents from Lord of the Rings would know that this power is quite formidable indeed. 


Yeah, Steven could create THAT if he wanted to, and it wouldn’t even be that hard. While they individually wouldn’t be as strong as a quartz gem, they would be a formidable force in numbers. 

However, he’s had another power that has been revealed that is even more formidable than his flora soldiers. 

Pink Fauna: While Steven can create flora soldiers, his ability to raise creatures back from the dead and bestow on them tactically advantageous powers through his tears is quite possibly one of his strongest powers. These beings are given powers like enhanced strength, longevity, lack of a need to eat, the ability to walk on water, portals made through intense yelling (as far as we know), and most vital of all, the ability to create a pathway into a pocket dimension that can connect planets over billions of light years. It appears this can be done with any type of fauna on the planet, including humans as shown with Lars. Rose also displayed an ability to placate and tame creatures like Lions, so if Steven were interested, he could easily go about acquiring other creatures in this manner, such as Gorillas, Bears, Tigers, and more. Having intensely loyal, super strong beings with interconnected portals to each other is a tactical advantage that would be quite silly to pass up. 


Steven would need to be sad enough about their death to cry about it however, so it would require creating a relationship with said creatures, but its completely doable. This also means anyone in Beach City whom he is close enough with could become a potential Pink Soldier for him. Sadie in particular is already strong as a human, so making her into one would be pretty advantageous should she meet an untimely end (plus she’d be with Lars, so that’s a thing). 

Beyond that, there is one more power he’ll be needing to develop over the course of the next season or so. 

Healing corrupted Gems: 

Not only could Steven turn the plants and animals on earth into an intensely loyal army for him, he’s on the precipice of gaining the ability to heal corrupted gem monsters. Being able to do this would create brand new crystal gems who would be very thankful for Steven and VERY miffed against homeworld for condemning them to thousands of years of being monsters to be hunted and rounded up by Garnet Amethyst and Pearl.  

They have a lot, and I do mean a LOT of potential recruits once Steven acquires this power. 

Once again, all of what I am stating here is things that Steven can do VERY quickly provided he is in the right emotional state to do so. If he put his mind to it, Steven could fundamentally change the ecosystem of the entire planet Easily within a week to a month. All he’d have to do is use the warp pads and seed all the different kinds of plants in the area and develop relationships with candidates for being Pink Soldiers and the whole world would be his very easily. Not that Steven is the world conquering type, but if it means him developing a strong enough force to fight off a gem invasion maybe he’d do it. 

So in conclusion, Steven is a ton more powerful than he or others give him credit for. If he weren’t such a nice kid, he’d have probably taken over the planet by now. 

“What I didn’t realize, back when I was this twenty-five-year-old pinup for geeks in that me myself and iconic metal bikini, was that I had signed an invisible contract to stay looking the exact same way for the next thirty to forty years. Well, clearly I’ve broken that contract. Partly because, in an effort to keep up my disguise as a human being, I had a child at some point. And then, in an effort to stay sane for said child, I took pounds and pounds of medications that have the dual effect of causing water retention (think ocean, not lake) while also creating a craving for salad—chocolate salad. So yes, in answer to your unexpressed question, sanity does turn out to come at a heavy price.

Lance is a Boy #6

-suicide warning-

It took a lot of explaining to Allura in order to justify why Lance had asked about Alteans menstrual cycles. Eventually the princess led hunk to a storeroom “if he ever needs any more just show him to these.” She smiled warmly,

“Thanks princess.” Hunk grabbed what looked like a box, but after holding it it didn’t seem as sturdy and was made of pliable material. “It means the world.” He awkwardly tapped the box once and turned to leave.

He was stopped by a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Hunk?” He froze and turned to the altean with a questioning look. “Um, here.” She handed him a different looking box. “These usually help with any kind of cravings, they react to pheromones once put in your mouth and stimulate the taste buds, simulating whatever your mind really wants.” She laughed, “give them to Lance?” He smiled and hugged the girl, she yelped in surprise but hugged back. “A-And apologize for me, I should have stepped in when Shiro was scolding him, I should have heard him out.”

“I’m sure it’s fine, you didn’t know.” He put a comforting hand on her shoulder and she cupped it, “I’ll tell him.” Their eyes met and they shared a moment before hunk turned to leave again.

“Knock knock!” Hunk called as he walked into Lances room, “buddy I found some thi-” he was cut off by a frantic Lance pushing at him.

“Hunk we need to go see coran right now.” There was something pale in the boys face and Hunks gut dropped.

“W-what? Why?” Lances face turned from despair into sickness and he ran to the bathroom and there was the sound of him vomiting, hunk cringed but mustered a warm smile as Lance ran out of the bathroom, pulling on pants.

“W-We need to go! Now!” He pushed past hunk into the hallway, still shirtless.

“Lance!” Hunk set the boxes on his dresser and turned to follow. “Lance what’s wrong?” The blue paladin was haunched over in the hallway, already winded. “Lance what’s wrong? What happened?”

He was met with teary eyes and a panicked voice. “Hunk I don’t want to die!” The blue paladin leaned on yellow, pushing on him for leverage to stand up. “Please! Help me!”

Now hunk was really confused, “die…?” Lance was pulling on his friend as they thundered down the hallway. “Lance what happened!” Hunk stopped, planting his feet in the ground, grabbing his friend by the shoulders. A wave of shame washed over Lances face but it was brief before panic returned.

“Hunk.” He gulped. “I tried to kill myself, I downed an entire bottle of pain killers.” Hunk stared at his friend with wide eyes, he could feel tears coming on almost instantly but his expression was engraved on his face. “Can you help me find coran?” There was a sense of demand in Lances voice. “Hunk I’ve changed my mind and I am afraid, more afraid than you. I regretted it as soon as I did it.” He was holding hunk by his shoulders now, the bigger man just stared blankly, a tear streaming down his cheek. “We have to find coran or I WILL die.” he lightly tapped Hunks cheek with the palm of his hand. “Buddy I know you’ve done a lot for me but I need you right now.” Hunk snapped his eyes to Lance, they had wandered slightly, lost in panicked thought. He gulped deeply and nodded. “I’m going straight to the med bay, I’m going to page him from there, I need you to try and find him sooner, every second is valuable.” Hunk nodded again, not saying a word. With that, Lance hugged him briefly, choking back tears. “Hunk,” hunk hadn’t let his attention slip again, “I love you man.”

“Love you too buddy.” His voice cracked multiple times, knowing that if they couldn’t find coran this may be the last time they exchanged words, hunk held on a second longer than usual, eager to remember every second of Lance. The blue paladin turned and pulled away, ready to run but hunk caught his wrist. He turned back to the yellow paladin and they exchanged a look. To the untrained eye it was just a glance of reassurance, but there was so much more there. There was a look of gratitude, of friendship, of love. There was a mutual respect and understanding. There was a goodbye. Hunk didn’t want to admit it, but Lance blinked slowly, or maybe hunk was still in shock and everything was moving at a slower pace, but he blinked, and in that blink Lance was saying goodbye, goodbye to his best friend. Not farewell, not see you later, but goodbye. It was a look of exhaust and Lance was pale and sick and ready to fall apart at any second. Hunk let go and Lance stood there for an extra second before turning it to leave.

He only made it three feet. Hunk would always remember how Lance had froze and clenched his stomach, how he had crashed into the wall and tried to stay standing but failed miserably, he would always remember the cry of pain before silence hung in the hallway as his best friend had sat, blacked out in the hallway breathing shallowly as drugs attacked his system. What he didn’t remember was how he got to the med bay but there he stood, Lance in his arms, he looked so peaceful, if he weren’t so ghastly one might think he were asleep, but he was far to pale, and far to still, to be asleep. He leaned against the comms, pushing the button with his arm and his voice bellowed over the intercom. “Coran! Med bay! Now!” It hummed to silence and he stumbled over to a table, setting the blue paladin on the table, his limbs limp and his head lolling to whatever side the weight threw him. Hunk didn’t want to check for a pulse, he really didn’t out of fear of the worst. In seconds coran burst through the door, panting heavily. “What’s wrong?” His voice was afraid and shaky. “You sounded serious.” He jogged over to the table and gasped at Lances sickly colouring. “What’s happened to him?”

“He overdosed on pain killers.” Hunk bit his fingernails nervously, stepping back from his friend, trusting the altean. “I don’t know how many he took, he just said he downed the rest of the bottle.”

“How long ago did he take them?”

“I don’t know.”

“How much does he weigh?”

“I don’t know.”

“How strong were the pain killers?”

“I don’t know!” Hunk flailed his hands in an exasperated motion and Coran sighed, checking for a pulse, clearly failing and readjusting his hand multiple times.

“Hunk…” his voice cracked.

“No! Keep looking!” Hunk demanded, refusing what was clear.

“Hunk that won’t make a difference…” he choked on his words. There was a silence that was only broken by quiet sobs from hunk, he didn’t move, just let himself choke on tears.

“N-No.” he mumbled quietly. “Pump his stomach. Do something… maybe you just can’t find his heartbeat..” he stepped towards Lance. “Maybe it’s still there.” He huffed. Coran sighed and went to move Lance over slightly so he was more stable on the table.

The blue paladin grunted.

…to be continued…

I say this pretty much every week, but it’s still true every week–this is a collection of fics that I’m really, really glad exist in the STAR WARS fandom, there are some that are just absolute gems that should be shoved in people’s faces because they’re just so good. Some fics that are the kind that make my brain all fizzy with how much I enjoy them and how satisfying and/or heartbreaking and/or joyous they can be. All the things Star Wars should be!

Tano and Kenobi by FireflyFish, obi-wan & ahsoka & cast, 65k
   Master Skywalker always said “The Force works in mysterious ways” and Ahsoka Tano has to admit, getting thrown backwards in time by about forty years was very mysterious.
untitled by fireflyfish, obi-wan & anakin, ~1k
   “You should be inside,” a voice says, painfully familiar. “The desert can kill with cold just as easily as with heat, Master.”
Family by lilyconrad, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & darth maul & cast, sith!obi-wan, 6.8k
   Seven years after the duel on Naboo, Obi-Wan Kenobi has turned to the dark, Maul has turned to the light, and young Anakin is caught somewhere in-between. Can Qui-Gon rescue his Padawan before it’s too late?
Oversharing by glare-gryphon, obi-wan/anakin & obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, 2.4k
   In summary: it was about Obi-Wan feeling it every time Anakin & Padme have sex & getting frustrated about it.
Pies, Books, and Swords, obi-wan & qui-gon/tahl, 1.2k
   Qui-Gon Jinn has made quite a good name for himself, as far as holonet cooking shows go.
wonderterror by peradi, han/leia & han/luke & obi-wan/anakin (maybe?) & anakin/padme & cast, 6.5k
   The Skywalkers aren’t entirely human. Here’s what that means.
The Question, Twenty Years Late by Eirian Erisdar, obi-wan/satine & luke, 1.2k
   Set just post-ROTJ in a timeline where Satine survived. Waiting alone for an emissary from the newly-formed Imperial Senate to demand Mandalore’s fealty to the Empire, Satine is surprised by an unexpected guest, holding a very precious bundle.
Dreamers by LuchaDoRa, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 6.2k
   Obi-Wan dreams sometimes. So does Anakin.
Sigh No More by edenwolfie, obi-wan/anakin/padme & ahsoka & luke & leia & cast, 158.2k wip
   Anakin makes slightly better choices, Obi-Wan is a Mess™ and Padmé deserves none of this. AU from Mustafar onward with liberal manipulation of canon to culminate in some angsty, fluffy, domestic fix-it because we all deserve better.
Broken by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin & rex & padme & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan (sort of), dark themes, 20.8k wip
   The Twins are unstoppable enforcers of the Emperor’s will, the sun and moon that hang in the black void of his rule. It is said they are not the same age and that under their hoods they do not look alike, but they fight as one entity, silent and terrible as an eclipse in a spring sky.
No Galaxy for Good Jedi by Annie_Walker, obi-wan & anakin & padme & qui-gon & dooku & yoda & cast, some obi-wan/satine, sith!qui-gon, 124.8k wip
   Obi-Wan Kenobi was only a young padawan when he ran away with three-year old Anakin. He had no choice after his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, fell to the Dark Side by Master Dooku’s manipulations.
untitled by albaparthenicevelut, obi-wan & anakin, accidental pirate obi-wan, 1k
   Obi Wan was in Scarif, which was concerning actually. Obi Wan Kenobi, Rebel Operative, Dashing Duke, and Pirate King, should not be within a system of the Empire’s top secret military research base, much less in the very city in which it was located.
and gravity, scientists say, is weak by victoria_p (musesfool), obi-wan & anakin + referenced obi-wan/satine, 3.2k
   “You’re not the only one who’s ever been in love, Anakin.”
Rest by copper_sky, obi-wan/anakin, ~1k
   Anakin has a huge weakness for having his hair played with and a sleepy Obi-Wan indulges him.

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Cute Work Out

A/N: i don’t do smut, so don’t ask || enjoy ♥

Fandom: Disney Descendants

Boy: Jay

Word Count: 967

Warning(s): Fluff

‘’Please, no yoga.’’

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Dear baby exchange students,

Yeah you, the ones who are so excited to fly away in just a few months or weeks. Take a deep breath, this is really exciting - I know! Here’s a few tips from a girl who is not ready to leave her host country, hopefully they are a bit different from the “don’t hide in your room” tips you always hear:

1. Take photos. Of everything. A good meal, your friends, a dog you see on the street. Do not be embarrassed to take selfies in front of random things. The locals won’t get it, but they don’t have to.

2. Eat the scary thing. It might be nasty, it might be amazing - either way you have a story.

3. Don’t take a single moment de granted. Because one day you won’t see that view of the town on your long, rainy walk home. You will miss it.

4. Exchange weight is whatever. Eat all the things. Eat Japanese sweets and Italian pasta with your friends until your stomach hurts from good food and laughing.

5. A good way to make friends is just tagging along. My best friends here, I made by pretty much following them around for weeks until I became a part of the friend-clique. It works!

6. Take a deep breath. Some days, everything will suck. Remember how lucky you are to explore the world.

7. Go to school. But also skip class. Be lagom, as the Swedes say. It doesn’t translate to English properly, but it means not too much, not too little - just right.

8. Remember that you go through 5 years worth of growth in exchange. That comes with five years of emotions in one year. Feel these intense feelings, and roll with them. Let them come. It will make you better.

Good luck, my little exchangers! You’ve got the world ahead of you - go take it all in!

Piece by Piece #7

Lance was escorted in a sort of peace offering to the rest of voltron. He disappeared off the balcony and reappeared moments later, walking down the steps of the castle, guards behind him as if he were royalty. Sheer hung from different parts of his body and flowed with every move, making him look regal. He wore thigh-highs that left nothing to the imagination, thin heels attached at his feet. He looked small, Lance was always small, but this was like he’d been starved for 7 months straight. He stopped at the top of the steps and pointed to Shiro with the his galra hand, flicking his wrist.

Instantly Shiro was released and on his feet, his hand humming with defensive power. He swiped around him so everyone would back off and in a second was running for Lance.

“Lance!” Shiro scooped up his friend in a hug,

The boy let out an ear-piercing scream and wriggled relentlessly, making Shiro drop him in shock. The blue paladin sat on the floor after he’d fallen from the black paladins grasp. The look on his face made Shiros gut clench and his heart drop. Lance was terrified, Lance was looking at him like he’d never seen Shiro before in his life, Lance was looking at Shiro like he was Lotor.

His chest was heaving up and down and Lance grasped at his heart, looking down to his hand as he leaned back on the other one. He shook his head of what seemed to be the dark thoughts and stood up, staring at Shiro.

He looked the man up and down, Shiro stood, unmoving, careful not to scare Lance again. Of course Lance would freak out, Shiro knew better than anyone what it was like to be put through those things and then be forced into physical contact, it was dreadful. Lance was reading Shiro like a map, memorizing every curve and every muscle, trying desperately to cling to any kind of recognition. He froze at Shiros galra hand and almost instantly reached for it. Shiro was startled and let the small man fiddle with his fingers. Lance put the palm of his robotic hand up to Shiros and let go with his human hand. There was a hum as it glowed to life, he looked to Shiros hand expectantly and The black paladin forced the purple to purr back into his palm. Lance stood there, looking at the hands blankly, Shiro not daring to pull away in fear of making the blue paladin feel bad.

If someone paid Shiro a million dollars, he wouldn’t be able to figure out even a trace of what was going through the small boys mind. Lances face shrivelled in disgust and he pulled away, letting his hand die and walking past Shiro. No sparing a glance.

The older man watched him, letting him walk past, cautiously dumb-founded.

Every galra soldier in the battalion knew who Lance was, Lance was lotor’s personal pet and if anyone so much as touched him, they’d be killed. Even in lotor’s death, he was special.

Pets were the lowest of the low, they were, as their name suggests, animals. Lance was like the crown jewel of pets, he was higher up than most galran generals in value. In the most twisted, possessive sense, Lotor loved the boy, in the same way you love a piece of jewelry, or a stuffed animal and want to show it off to your friends. Perhaps because of his worth, nobody shot at him, everybody stared hungrily at him. His owner was dead, so he was up for the taking, but if he were killed he’d be worthless.

He was, to say, untouchable.

The galra soldiers split as he walked over to Hunk. Nodding slightly to the men, making them get off of his friend. Hunk stood up, he saw the display with Shiro and it took every ounce of strength to not embrace his friend. He choked on a breath and started sobbing quietly, his shoulders convulsing as he stood in front of the blue paladin who shared a pitiful look. Hands came up to Hunks face, cupping his cheeks, lance looked at him lovingly, his thumbs brushing away tears. A soft hum came from Lance with a smile and hunk took a step forward to hug the Cuban boy, giving in to his need. Lance pulled away and flinched, whining gently. Hunk instantaneously backed away, putting his hands up in surrender. “Hey,” he cooed, Lance looked up, bringing his eyes to Hunk. “Hi.” He greeted the small man, Lance gave a cautious stare, before turning to slink away to the next paladin. Shiro walked up to Hunk and put a hand on his shoulder.

He didn’t wave for pidge to be freed, he walked right up to the green paladin who was suspended mid-air. Pidge looked at Lance with a pained expression, biting back tears. Lance reached up and brushed the hair out of her face curiously, she had a big forehead, nobody had ever noticed before because of her bangs. Lance smiled at the small girl and waved the guards to free her, he put his hand up and and waved one of the guards over, snapping his fingers. A bayard appeared, as an offering, to Lance. He picked it up and examined its green colour, handing it back to pidge, not letting go even as she put her hand on it, he cupped her hands and looked to her lovingly before turning away.

Keith.

Lance was near tears as he walked up to Keith, all those months ago he had faked forgetting his friends, he knew who they were as Lotor listed their names on camera. Soon he wasn’t pretending, his memories were failing and blending and he clung to any grasp of sanity. He had nearly forgotten them. He smiled at Keith, running his fingers through the black hair. Keith leaned into the touch.

As hard as it would have gotten to remember, he always clung to something about each of his friends and Lance? Lance would know that mullet anywhere.

He moved towards Keith who was still held by galran soldiers. His forehead thudded gently against Keith’s, his hands hanging limply at his sides. Keith sat unmoving, there was a small part of him that was glad he was restrained, if he weren’t, he might not know how to react. He saw Lance convulse as the small blue paladin started crying silently, not even a whimper, as if he had practiced staying as quiet as possible. He sat there for at least a full minute, with his temple resting against Keith, crying, he pulled away and his eyes were a pink puffy mess. The red paladin had thought that they were just gentle sobs but somehow Lance had managed to turn into a blubbering mess without making a single noise. Lance turned to one of the guard behind him, sniffling and wiping at his tears.

Much to everyone’s amazement he started talking to them.

His hands making intricate movements, flashing different shapes and motions.

Lance was speaking sign language, Lance was speaking sign language fluently. The guard nodded in perfect understanding and turned to jog back to the castle. Lance turned and waved for the guards to drop Keith. Hunk walked over to Keith and greeted him again. “Hey, buddy.” Lance glanced over his shoulder at the yellow paladin who smiled and made a struggled face, as if he were trying desperately to remember anything his mind would provide. “Hi… my… name… is… hunk.” His hands were sloppy and slow, but he managed to make signs to the smaller man. Everyone watched the interaction in awe. He pointed to Shiro “this is.. s-h-i-” Lance smiled gratefully and clasped Hunks hands, he nodded. He signed Shiros name much quicker, and then pidges, then Keith’s. Hunk nodded slowly, squinting his eyes, desperately trying to keep up. Lance put a hand up to Hunks cheek gently and he gave it a gentle pat of reassurance. His hand came up to his own chin and was swung down in a quick movement. Hunk smiled back “your welcome.”

“Ok so… Lance speaks fluent sign language, is chummy with literally all of the galra, and Hunk can understand what he’s saying.” Pidge stepped forward, dumbfounded. “…what?” She sighed tiredly with exasperation.

Hunk smiled and turned to her. “My grandma was deaf.” He sloppily signed along, only putting in the odd word that he knew. “I had to pick up a bit here and there, so I could interact with her.” He looked back to Lance “it’s nothing compared to you, but at least I kind of know what your saying like 10% of the time?” Lance didn’t change his expression “I know you can hear me, so I don’t need to sign, but I need to learn it so I can know what you’re saying, how else am I going to learn, if not to practice?” Hunk only signed about 5 words in the entire interaction, but at least he was trying.

Lance turned back to the galra and started signing something again, hunk caught a few words and vocalized what he recognized. “Home… friends…” Lance turned back to Hunk and tapped his nose in a charades fashion. “Fight?” The guard nodded and walked off, almost instantly the first guard that had ran into the castle came out with a box. Lance caught the second guards attention and signed something to get him to stay. He reached for the box and the guard cautiously gave it to him. Lance grabbed the box and almost instantly his knees buckled and he fell under the weight of whatever the contents of the box were, grunting as his hips hit the ground.

“Lance!” Keith was almost instantly crouched beside his friend, everyone had lurched but he was the first one there. He picked up the box with a grunt and reached his hand out to help up his friend. Lance pushed away and stood up on shaky legs, cowering away from Keith instinctively covering his face with his hands so he could defend himself from being hit, in a second he stood up, realizing that he was fine. Keith scowled.

What had Lotor done to him? What had the prince done to Lance that made him this afraid and compliant. The lance he knew was fierce and chatty and stood for what he knew. This? This was a shell of the man he once fought beside.

…to be continued…

I think the thing that I want to instill in them most is [the message that] you are loved, and there are so many different kinds of beautiful. You are beautiful today if you have 10 cupcakes, and beautiful tomorrow if you do a juice cleanse. You’re beautiful because of who you are. That’s what my mom would tell me as a kid: ‘We love you. No one cares if you gain or lose however many pounds,‘” she said. “You’re healthy, you’re alive, you are loved…whatever weight you are, whatever situation it is, whether you have a breakout, whatever it is.
—  Ariana Grande ’s advice for anyone struggling to love their body  (x)

anonymous asked:

Sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to write any kind of ideas of headcanons or anything you have about chubby Yuuri?? I'm literally just so desperate for any content because everyone acts like Yuuri has been ripped his whole life and never had problems with his weight, but I struggle with it myself and seeing content about it helps me realize that I'm not alone

No bother at all! Chubby Yuuri is my life!! (this gets a little down in the middle but I wanted to write about how he comes to love his body after disliking it. I wanted to keep it realistic and incorporated some of my own battles with body image)

  • Ever since he was young, Yuuri was just a bit rounder, never losing that “baby fat” that many of the other kids seemed to drop. Not that he ever minded though, that never kept him from doing the things he enjoyed or playing with friends
  • His family was always kind and supportive, and never said anything with the intent to make Yuuri feel less of himself. His parents never tried to stop him from eating because, hey, he’s a growing boy right? And since they’re a little fluffier too, who were they to judge?
  • It was the media that showed him that being fat was a negative. After watching x amount of television, he realized that thin people were regarded as pretty, and the fatter people were the butt of the joke. He smushed his tummy through his shirt. Was he not as beautiful as everyone else…?
  • One night after bathing, he notices his reflection in a mirror, angry red spidering lines creeping up his stomach and along his sides. He pokes and runs his fingers along them, slowly becoming angrier with himself. Tears start to well up in his eyes until his reflection becomes too blurred to make out. He hurries to his room and slams the door, tears falling freely now. Most days, he tried his best to block out when Takashi or other kids at school (jokingly or not) called him ”fatso”, but now their words were ringing in his head. His own ragged breathing His own ragged breathing drowned out the sounds around him, but then scratching and a whimper met his ears. He pads across his room to find Vicchan at the door. After letting him in, he returned to his spot on his bed and pulled the poodle onto his lap as best he could. Vicchan licked away the stray tears on his cheeks, and rested his head on Yuuri’s shoulder, letting him cry into his neck for as long as he needed too. 
  • It was around when Yuuri decided that he wanted to be serious about competing that he found a happy medium with his body. All of the training was building up a lot of muscle, which in turn helped to burn some fat. He still had some chub and a round face though, but it helped when he joked that his abs had a ‘protective layer’ over them. Those days, he didn’t necessarily find himself eating less, just incorporating more vegetables and less of ‘bad foods’. Every night he’d stare at himself in the mirror and try to decide how he felt about his body. He knew he wasn’t thin, but his body felt better. He loved the strength that his body had, even if the other people who were as strong as him looked more of the part. When he poked at the chub, he could also feel the muscle underneath. The more and more he stared, the better about himself he felt, coming to terms with the fact that he could like how he looked while also not having what other’s thought was a ‘perfect body’. It was good enough for him.
  • As his skating career progressed, he would constantly have to work hard to keep what was considered an ideal skaters weight. What was most painful was how easy it was for his body to hold on to that little bit of extra padding and pounds when he let himself slip for a bit, and that began to happen more and more while he was away at college.
  • It was Phichit who really helped him go from grudging acceptance to loving how he looked regardless of weight. When frustrated tears escaped from his eyes because half his clothes were a bit too tight that month, or the scale read a number he wasn’t happy with, or more angry red lines snaked their way across his skin, Phichit was always there to help remind him that he looked wonderful, incredible, amazing, and perfect as always. Over and over and over again until they began to sink in for Yuuri, until he finally started to believe it. 
  • Yuuri noticed after a bit that Phichit tended to hug him more when he was a bit heavier than usual. When he asked why, Phichit told Yuuri that he just loved the feeling of his hugs when he was like that. That Yuuri was so much more cuddly and warm and that he felt like home. 
  • The first time Yuuri found himself in an intimate situation, he felt himself shying away from his lover. Not because he was scared of proceeding, just scared of what they’d think of his body. He had dozens of stretch marks and pudge all around his middle, but they didn’t seem to care. In fact, they seemed to love running their hands over the smooth and grooved skin, pressing kisses to some of the marks and cuddling close afterwards. When he asked later on, they replied that they actually preferred him when he was chubbier, and was equally sexy either way.
  • Later in life, he lets himself be at whatever weight makes him feel happy and comfortable, and for the most part that’s to just let himself be proud to be chubby. After being in his prime, his body just couldn’t keep up with the stress of trying to stay at a lower weight. He finds himself the most happy with whatever his body decides is most healthy for him, and his healthy weight and body type doesn’t have to look like what other’s think it should be. And whenever he’s feeling a bit less of himself, he can always count on his husband to love his every single curve.

Okay so I see a lot of fic where Eggsy can just eat whatever he wants and still keep the fat off while Harry, usually bc he’s older, is envious that he can’t do the same. And while these are fine headcanons and fit into a certain norm, I would like to propose a couple of alternatives bc I know about how Taron’s own body handles weight: 

Harry and Eggsy both Struggling™ with constantly abstaining from certain foods. Sitting on the couch after a work out and talking orgasmically about how they both would just kill for a mother fucking pizza right about now. Which, you know, means something coming from two people who do actually kill for a living. The two of them having planned days where they veg out on the sofa with disgustingly fatty foods and watch utter shit on the telly. Eggsy’s feet tucked under Harry’s thighs as he sucks grease from his fingers. 

OR

Eggsy having trouble keeping that little ring of fat from forming over his belt now that Harry is cooking for him on the reg. Harry isn’t exactly used to making meals with the goal of keeping a certain BFP bc honestly he’s never had much problem keeping off that softness with a bit of exercise. Even after periods of inactivity, whatever small amount of weight just melted off of him. James always used to hate him for it. Eggsy sort of wants to punch him in the face when he takes a second doughnut from the box that one of the techs brought in without even a hint of hesitation. 

In either case, of course, this leads to them relaxing about the whole thing a bit. To Harry kissing the softness that keeps Eggsy’s abs from being fully defined and, in the first case, Eggsy running his hands lovingly over Harry’s ribs, waist just a little thicker than when they first met. Veg out days happening a little more frequently or Eggsy not worrying so much about how much Harry is feeding him.

Harry still tries to get Eggsy to stop eating the batter when they make brownies but that’s more to do with the risk of salmonella. Eggsy rarely listens. 

On The Edge

Summary: While Sam and Dean try to beat Lucifer to Cas and Kelly, you’re left behind with Crowley who isn’t acting like himself. 

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Word count: 6975 (Honest to Chuck, I was shooting for 3k)

Warnings/Tags: Season 12 Spoilers (if you haven’t watched the finale you can technically still read this and come out with the general gist, but you’ll definitely be missing out on some things), smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), foreplay, ummm, filth? (Jesus, how did Crowley come out with tamer tags than Gabe?) a little bit of everything as far as feels go (fluff, angst, humor)

Written for my 100/200 follower celebration  

Requested by: @devilsnevercry1388
Quote: “This must be what going mad feels like.”
Kink:  Surprise Sex

Author’s Note:  The poetry Crowley uses is from Part II of Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.  They are my absolute favorite lines from that entire piece and just jumped into my head as I was writing this.  

Special thanks to: To my wonderfully amazing beta @sumara62, aka my Jedi Master wise in ways of the force and the comma.  You don’t just catch my mistakes, you help me bring to life what I’m trying to convey and I am grateful you know what my wordy ass is trying to say ;)   I also want to thank the lovely @blondecoffeecake for keeping my muse fed and helping me take a direction in this story when I got stuck.  Oh, and extra thanks for the future crack fic.  Probably coming around Christmas.  

Tagging everyone at the end 

The world sits on the edge of a precipice, the Winchesters scrambling to keep it from toppling over.  You, on the other hand, sit back at the bunker, arguing with a rather pissed off Crowley who does not like having his hand attached to the furniture.  Not that you blame him.  You’d be a little miffed if your friends got a little stabby as well.  

It doesn’t matter how many times you tell Dean not to leave you with the king of Hell.  You might as well be telling him that one day Sam will die.  It skitters across his radar before he deftly bats it far out into the stratosphere where reminders of his own mortality have taken up residence.  For the most part, you’ve been able to avoid any close, direct contact, but everyone’s luck has to run out sometime.   

You just hope yours is the only one that does today.    

The problem isn’t that you don’t like Crowley or you think he’s a danger.  It’s that you don’t know how you feel about him.  The last few years have been especially confusing, the boundaries blurring between ally and enemy, and he’s taken to walking that fine line of cooperation until it benefits him to step off again.  The uncertainty puts you in dangerous territory, walking something equally as thin and fragile and you don’t know anyone in their right mind who would want to star in a tightrope act without having a safety net in place. 

Yet, out the door your friends run, though you can’t be mad at them.  Not only are they trying to stop the devil and save the world, but leaving you behind is their way of protecting you.  Leaving Crowley, however, is the one thing they are doing to cover their own hides, and you can’t blame them after the secrets the demon has kept.   

Though it does leave you with a royal pain in the ass.    

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My Teammate’s a Vampire

Summary: The team recently found out that you’re a vampire and they don’t quite know how to take in the new information.

A/N: I have such a hard time writing really angsty stuff when it involves the entire team being angsty, so I’ve decided to make it somewhat fluffy. Again, I know that some of my plots don’t align with the way Marvel wrote these characters, but who’s to say I can’t have an imagination? Happy reading!

Pairing: Avengers x Reader

Word Count: 1,451.

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The team sat in the conference room, baffled.

“You mean to tell me you’re a vampire?” Clint asked in disbelief. You shrugged and nodded.

“I know this is a lot to take in —”

“Y/N, we’ve known you for a long time and we never knew this about you,” Bucky said, his eyes meeting yours. You sighed.

“I know I should’ve told you guys, but it’s really hard.”

“But we’re you’re teammates,” Wanda pleaded.

“I know that. It’s really hard accepting this part of me. Everyone is afraid of vampires because of what the media created. Don’t you think anyone would’ve wanted to kill me if I said anything? I’ve had my experiences with that,” you said. 

“Okay, that’s valid,” Steve pointed out. The team sat around you at the conference desk, looking at you. You knew they wanted to ask questions.

“Alright, ask me anything you want.”

Everyone bombarded you with questions and you found yourself wincing at the sudden increase in volume.

“One at a time!” you yelled over the commotion.

“Is it true that you need to be bitten to turn into a vampire?” Pietro asked.

“That’s true. When you’re bitten, the vampire biting you needs to actually suck your blood so that their saliva mixes with your blood. Then you have twelve hours to drink blood, otherwise you die,” you explained. Everyone grimaced.

“Do you drink human blood?” Sam asked. You shook your head.

“No. I’ve never tried human blood before.”

“Then how are you alive? Err, I mean, dead? I don’t know.” You chuckled.

“I drank from a deer.”

“Do you have to feed regularly?” Natasha asked.

“Actually, no. I only need to drink blood every two years or so. I can live off of that, I don’t have to eat.”

“But you eat with us all the time?” Tony asked, confused.

“My body performs the same functions as humans, except I don’t gain weight. I’m stuck at whatever height and weight I was when I was bitten,” you said.

“I’m so jealous,” Wanda said, looking you up and down. “Your body is absolutely killer.” You laughed and gave Wanda a side-hug.

“Believe it or not, in my day, I was considered to be skinny and not what was accepted at the time.”

“If vampires sleep during the day, why are you up during the day?” asked Tony. 

“We don’t need sleep, actually. That’s why I’m never tired. But, I can command my body to sleep if I wanted to.” 

“What abilities do you have?” Steve asked.

“Well, I’m able to fly, run pretty quickly — yes, even faster than you, Pietro — I have acute hearing and sense of smell, and I can communicate with other animals.” The team gaped at you, their jaws to the floor.

“No fucking way,” Bucky said. Bruce grinned and grabbed a notepad from his shoulder bag.

“Tell me more. How are you able to communicate?” You laughed and told him to put away the notepad.

“I’m afraid I don’t know that answer myself. I’m still curious.”

“Is it true that you’re immortal?” asked Vision asked.

“I’m not, I just age a lot slower than you guys do.”

“How slow?” You pondered for a moment.

“Let’s put it this way. You guys turn a year older every year. I turn a year older every fifty years.”

“That makes no sense,” Steve said, his eyebrows furrowing.

“It’s kind of hard to explain. I was seventeen when I was turned,” you said.

“How old are you now?”

“Twenty-four.”

“Holy shit, this means you were born in the seventeen hundreds,” Bucky said in disbelief.

“Seventeen twelve, to be exact,” you relied. Natasha’s eyes widened.

“No way.”

“Yes way. You better believe it.”

“So you’ve experienced getting used to the new world?” Steve asked.

“Kind of. Like you, I had to learn to adapt to a new world, but I had to do it every time there was a revolution. I had it easier, considering I wasn’t frozen for over seventy years.”

“You went through the French and American Revolutions, and everything,” Bruce said more to himself.

“Sort of. I mean, I was a troublesome person, so I stuck my nose on people’s business, but left when I got bored. I didn’t need anyone knowing what I was,” you said. You looked at Steve. "By the way, Steve, I actually punched Hitler. It was in nineteen forty. He tried to hit on me and take me to his room, but I wasn’t having it,“ you said. He looked at you with his mouth wide open.

"One badass,” Sam whispered. You laughed.

“No way,” Steve said. “What other famous people have you met?”

“Loads! George Washington, Louis XIV, and by the way, his palace is such a nice place to live in. Let’s see, who else? Michael Jackson, John Locke, Marilyn Monroe, President Kennedy, James Dean —”

“You knew James Dean?” Wanda asked in excitement. You chuckled and nodded.

“Oh yeah. He’s got the softest lips.” She squealed while the boys groaned in annoyance.

"I’ve met too many famous people to count. I really liked living in the twenties, though. I was in Chicago and participated in the whole ‘flapper’ phase before I made my way up to Brooklyn.”

“When did you move to Brooklyn?” Bucky asked.

“A little over a year before we joined the war. I actually knew who you were, Sergeant,” you teased, bowing your head.

“Why didn’t you say hello or tell me you knew me when we met?”

“Well, I didn’t find a good time to introduce myself. You were always with the ladies,” you mused. You turned to Steve. “And you. I also knew about you before the whole serum phenomenon. I was the one who accepted you into the program.”

“Really?”

“Really. With Howard’s approval, that is. I liked the fight in you.” Steve smiled and gave you a grin that said 'thank you.’

“I’ve done a lot of things in my lifetime as well as travelled to a lot of places. I’ve got loads of stories from different times and places.”

“Is anyone else still not over the fact that Y/N is so old? You’re older than Bucky and Steve,” Tony said. You slapped Tony’s chest and he winced.

“I don’t hit like an old lady, do I?” Tony put his hand over where you slapped him and pretended to be hurt.

“You cut me deep,” he joked.

“My best friend’s a vampire,” Natasha said. “That’s so cool.”

“And, you guys don’t have to worry about me sucking your blood or anything. The media likes to think vampires do that kind of stuff, but we really don’t. We’re not into the whole 'Suck-The-Blood-Out-Of-Every-Human’ thing,” you reassured. The team smiled at you.

“We’re not worried,” Natasha said. “You’re like family to us. You’ve had our backs since day one. I think you saving our asses on multiple occasions outweighs everything else.”

“Yeah,” Clint said. “You’ve been around my kids before and they love you. We don’t really see you any differently.”

“You’re that much cooler, if anything,” said Wanda.

You grinned at the team. It was so nice knowing you could let your guard down and be the real you with everyone else. No longer did you need to hide your true identity because the people you loved the most accepted you for who you were. 

“Well, I’m tired,” Tony said. “Everyone out, we’ve got an early morning.” 

The team filed out of the conference room and made their way to their bedrooms. You were about to open the door to yours when Steve tapped your shoulder. 

“Is there anything I can help you with?” Steve stood, not knowing what to say. 

“I just wanted to say thank you for believing in me. It was really hard trying to get enlisted with all of my health problems and nobody believed that I could do it,” he said. Your facial features softened and you gave his bicep a squeeze. 

“Hey, you’re welcome. Anyone that has as much ambition as you do deserves to get what they want. I don’t think you remember, but I was the first girl you talked to when you got accepted. You were so shy and you told me no girl had given you the time of day and that if you were to die in the next five minutes, you were happy I was giving you any attention at all.” 

Steve laughed at the memory and closed his eyes, reliving it. 

“I remember that. I couldn’t put a face to the girl after all these years, but it’s really clear now.” You offered a small smile. 

“I’m really happy that you didn’t die, for one, and I’m happy that you’re still true to your ideals. It’s why I picked you in the first place.” Steve smiled back. “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna turn in,” you said. 

“I thought vampires didn’t need any sleep?”

“No, but you do. Go to sleep, Steve.” He saluted you goodnight and left to his quarters, grateful for all you had done for him. 


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The Fallacy Of Fate (Part 3/?) (Rogers/Barnes x reader)

Part 2

You couldn’t have picked a worse time to consider calling Steve.  You had been away on your search for Bucky for weeks, separating from him at what was becoming a string of terrible days when he needed you at his side; Peggy had passed away, and he was to be a pallbearer at her funeral.  You wanted to be there to support him, but you were so close to finding Bucky, you could feel it.  As important as Peggy had been to him in his past, Bucky could still become a part of his future, and you had to weigh out which you found more important.  Sam agreed to stay with him instead, but when your lead started to look like a certainty, you had to make the decision of calling them in or not.

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Between the lines

Allo! Another missing scene during 3B. This one probably sucks but I struggled with finding something for this episode. I hope it’s okay. Many thanks to everyone still with me lol. 

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Moment 6: Dreaded thread

During 3x18 - Emma tries to get through to Killian during a laundry emergency.


Emma trudged up the stairs of the inn, feeling the day’s events weighing her down. She was looking forward to joining Henry in their room, eager to crash on her bed for a while before the stress started back up again tomorrow. For now, she was off the clock for a few hours.  

She reached the second floor where could see her door right at the end of the hall, when a heavy crash halted her by the nearest room.

A muffled ‘bloody hell’ followed, cluing her into just who resided inside.

With all the bad luck they were having lately, she didn’t want to leave anything to chance. Testing the door and thankfully finding it unlocked, she barrelled into the room, fully prepared to battle whatever Hook was facing within.

What she wasn’t expecting was to find the man himself staring at her, mouth agape while his leather vest hung from his hook in mid air.

Silence surrounded them for a beat, both frozen and staring at the other.

“Hey.” Emma finally managed to greet him quite lamely. “I heard crashing and kind of expected the worst. Sorry.”

He relaxed at her explanation, managing to throw her a polite smile.

“It’s alright, Swan. Just taking my frustrations out on the dressing table. Apologies for the disruption.”

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Shit no one told me about running

Maybe it will help you.

No one warned me that when you increase your distance by more than 10% that you are so exhausted for a couple days after that you really don’t ever want to run again. You know you will, but you don’t want to. And you need to force yourself out of the house and do it.

No one told me that walking is as good an exercise as running. I like to alternate. Not because I am lazy, but because I have a different internal monologue on a walk than I do on a run, and I enjoy it in a completely different way. And walking helps me run better.

No one told me that a good pair of shoes is 95% of running. 

No one told me that all runs are good runs, even when you tank after the first couples of kms. But they are. Because you got out and did it.

No one told me that fantasizing about Tom Hiddleston running with me would be the best motivation I could have ever needed when I started running. But it was. It was even better than fantasizing about running behind him and staring at his bum.

No one told me that the ridiculous thrill I got from saying ‘on your left’ at my first race would continue to be a ridiculous thrill that makes me giggle every time I get to say it.

No one told me about the power of a great song with an awesome tempo and how it can make you power through the walls that your body throws at you.

No one told me about how awesome other runners are. I started running feeling ashamed of how slow I was, and how fat I was. Runners hang around at finish lines and cheer you on. Runners randomly engage you in conversation if they recognize you (Seriously. Took The Girlchild around the neighbourhood selling girl guide cookies, and a guy 2 streets over said ‘Haven’t I seen you out running? You should join the running group, we have runs every saturday morning’).

No one told me that sometimes your run sucks, and even after it is over you wonder why you bothered. They also didn’t follow that up with ‘that usually means something awesome is coming’

No one warned me that sometimes after a long run, you just don’t feel like running for a while. And that as long as you do other activity (walking, weight, whatever), that’s totally okay, but don’t take too long a break or you’ll reset all your cardio gains.

No one warned me that I would be an inspiration. That even though I still consider myself a neophyte runner, I have inspired others to even try running, where they may not have otherwise. That being slow as fuck helps them to continue on their journey. And no one told me how overwhelming that feels, but also how incredible an honour it is to motivate someone on their journey.

Sweet Jeebus this one makes me nervous… It’s my attempt at a bit of smut and it’s probably terrible but please don’t hate me for it!  And yes this is the piece I was freaking out over while writing a few weeks ago.  I’m sure the freak outs are still in my archives.

Art by the absolutely awesome and talent picchar

Inspired by “She spends the night lying awake, heart pounding, wishing for his knock at her door.” - dragondizzy’s head canon

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The door opened and she blinked blurry, sleep heavy eyes up at the Commander.  He looked nervous and concerned but she couldn’t think of why he would have been bothering her at this time of night.  Not when she was on her way to bed.  A fur lined robe that she held closed with one hand keeping the cold at bay with the thin chemise underneath.  Her feet were bare though, she’d forgotten to put her slippers on thinking there had to be an emergency.

“Templar?  What’s wrong?” she asked, ready to run and grab her gear if need be.

His eyes drifted down before he seemed to shake himself and focus on her face.  Tiaa could feel a flush working over her cheeks realizing that he was probably seeing far more than she intended.  Fur lined or not she should have hunted for that belt it seemed.  Still she had to grin a little as his face turned the color of her hair.

“I-uh…” he stammered out, one hand raising to rub at the back of his neck.  

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