when she tried to destroy the world and everybody in it

the signs as people from my university
  • Aries: That girl who loves partying and socializing with people, she's a fangirl of so many buffed-up singers and she's so pretty. She's kinda judgmental and she's homophobic but she follows so many gay people and likes their posts and nobody in my generation really understands why. She can be really impulsive sometimes and she hates classes but she's a good friend and a funny person
  • Taurus: That girl who is always late, she has social anxiety and she's silent af. Grades are not her forte'. She tries to socialize very hard and everyone is annoyed by the fact that she tries to discuss things that she really doesn't know shit about. She is afraid of some professors, she is christian af and she is kinda lost, but she's a good girl who believes in the supernatural and she always invites us to coffee at her place
  • Gemini: The girl who loves spending time with people, she always loves to discuss about every topic, she knows so much about many things, she's doing great with her grades and she's among the top 5 students in the entire generation. Also, she has PERFECT, sonorous American accent and everybody loves it. She always initiates coffee gatherings but nobody really comes because she's not that much of a leader and her voice is so soft so nobody could really hear when she's talking. She's also a passionate gamer AND in the same time she finds time to maintain her grades and social life
  • Cancer: That (jock) guy who's the tallest one, he's blonde, buffed-up and he's the definition of a straight white boy. He's childish as fuck and he can become very boring sometimes. Once, my colleagues have shooed him out of the cafeteria because he was bothering them. He also tells so many stupid dad-jokes and laughs at his own jokes, flirts with some professors, has been single since forever (not that he's ugly - he's average looking but he's so much boring sometimes because he doesn't have any real friends and he gets excited about people so he doesn't know WHEN to stop). He literally flirts with every single female human being that he can find and he pushes them all away because he's pushy af. He's also introverted and doesn't really know his way with girls
  • Leo: That girl who's one of the top students in the generation. She's always smiling, she has the best grades, she always tries to present this "perfect" image of herself. She is very intelligent and she loves reading, she gets drunk like every second day but that doesn't stop her from maintaining her perfect grades. She's very successful and she's a good leader, she knows all the fresh gossip and she always sits in the first row with her best university friend. In fact, she and her best uni friend are hated by everyone because they're just so successful and everyone's jealous of them. She also secretly hates everybody and gossips with her best uni friend. She and her friend have tons of screenshots ready to blackmail people if anyone says anything against them lmao. But everyone (every zodiac sign) in this generation pretends we like each other so...
  • Virgo: That professor who's VERY detail-oriented and she's a big perfectionist but she can't fix her awful handwriting. She's very successful and she has TONS of potential, she literally KNOWS EVERYTHING about her subjects but sometimes she can really drain us physically and emotionally. She gives us tons of assignments and homework and she always gives us lectures on the most difficult courses. Jfc she behaves like we study in Cambridge / Oxford. But don't get me wrong, she's NOT a bad person. She's actually a VERY good person and at the end of each semester she buys us coffee and tea, she talks with us about our experience with the course and she just wants us to learn some things that we should learn, that's why we perceive her as "difficult" and "problematic"
  • Libra: That girl who loves hugging, has great communication skills and is a social justice warrior. She thinks that she's everyone's friend and she always tries to criticize everyone's opinion, thinking that she'll seem and sound more intelligent. She also listens to rock and metal, she loves children and she smokes a lot, she's very sensitive and she's very friendly. Once, on the Facebook group of the university, she tried to accuse Pisces of something he didn't do and he literally ruined her in front of all those people, that was one of her biggest mistakes she's ever done in uni because she didn't know that that guy can be pretty evil when someone tries to insult/hurt him. The next day in uni she was on the verge of a mental breakdown because that guy really hurt her with his words, making her look stupid and pretentious, and everybody stopped talking to that guy for like, a month or two
  • Scorpio: That girl who's late in class 90% of the time, and those 10% she's not present in class. She is very quiet and she doesn't show particular interest in anything. She doesn't have a taste in fashion and style, unlike most Scorpios that I know. She just wants to go home all the time and nobody knows what she's doing in her life, she's so mysterious and she's not a good teamworker because she doesn't really care about her grades
  • Sagittarius: That girl who can't stop talking and she's always arguing with someone but we all love her. She's very communicative but she's insecure at the same time. She has tons of likes on Facebook and Instagram. She's a VERY open-minded girl, she hates racism, homophobes, nazi scum and racists. She's a really good friend with Leo and Pisces but Capricorn is her bff and her roommate. She has an excellent taste in fashion, style and music and she has S_L_A_Y_I_N_G eyebrows. I think that she's bi/lesbian but maybe she's closeted. She always hugs Capricorn and gets beaten by Capricorn because Capricorn can't stand people touching her
  • Capricorn: That girl who loves vintage notebooks, loves taking studyblr photos and uploads them on tubmlr and Instagram, she loves journeys and we haven't heard her talking for THREE GODDAMN YEARS. She is very antisocial and introverted but she has excellent taste for art, film, music and she's like 24/7 on her phone because it's obvious that she can't stand most of us but she's always sweet and supportive when someone approaches her. Sometimes she doesn't want to talk and she just smiles as a response. She's Sagittarius' best friend and roommate and they've became really close friends. She also loves journeys and she's a daydreamer but she's very intelligent. Her grades are not that good, she's not an attention whore and she tries to be "invisible" but she simply can't
  • Aquarius: That guy with his cockney accent who has insane memory and loves football. He's actually a loner, he's a bit creepy and weird, le loves britpop and indie nd he was one of the best students in the first two years of uni but his grades dropped. He's like, very secretive and he can be pretty arrogant and you just can't sit next to him because he's telling jokes all the time which takes your attention away. He is a loner and once he publicly told us that he used to have cyber sex with his girlfriend because she lived in another country and they've never met in real life (I mean, who tells such things omg Aqua get your shit together). He tries to insult people and he tries to be sarcastic but he can only be sarcastic with the stupid ones. He also thinks that he's a know-it-all and that he's the most intelligent person in the world. He can be really judgmental sometimes and he pushes people away with that
  • Pisces: That guy who always sits in the first row with his best university friend and is one of the top students in the generation. He's also a model, nerd, gamer, works out and whatnot. He is sweet to everyone and talks to everyone but he can be very sassy at times. He was the one who had a verbal fight with Libra because Libra triggered him and he destroyed her verbally. He's really skinny and dreamy and he has a very deep voice and an excellent taste in fashion and style. His style is kinda dark and he's so aesthetic. He listens to some music that no other people in the world listen to but he also listens to some mainstream music. In fact, he listens to whatever he wants and he doesn't really think about what other people think about him. He tends to roll his eyes a lot and he cares about his physical beauty more than he cares about his love life. He's too egotistic and self-centered and he's extremely picky, which makes him single most of the time.

everybody lives AU | AKATSUKI
• setting — the Last

Akatsuki becomes a mercenary group for hire, as they did in Road to Ninja. 
This is more appropriately named the “everybody comes back to life and somehow things work out AU”… but as promised, 10 Akatsuki members in the timeline of The Last! Designing is fun (esp the village flak jackets) (・∀・)

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A Study in Hypocrisy #2.6

Or why the Avengers’ relationship to Tony was unhealthy at best, Steve isn’t fit to be a leader, and why I’m Team Iron Man to the end.


Tony’s relationship with the Avengers has always made me uncomfortable. For the longest time, I couldn’t put my finger on why exactly, but I’ll try to organize my thoughts in this series.  

This post was getting far too long, so I decided to cut it into parts, one per Avenger.


Let’s talk about Wanda. 

Wanda, who chooses to join a known terrorist organization to get revenge over Tony in the stupidest plot ever, because, come on. If your parents are killed in a car accident, you’re not going to go kill the car manufacturer in revenge. It’s absurd. It’s insane. It makes no sense whatsoever

But she makes that choice. God only knows how many people she killed during her and Pietro’s time with HYDRA, but she obviously doesn’t give a damn. In fact, her revenge against Tony doesn’t seem to include actually causing him physical harm, but rather…killing as many innocent people over the world as she can? Otherwise, she could have, you know. Killed him at the beginning of Age of Ultron. Instead, she triggered the creation of Ultron, mentally raped and tortured people who’d already been through a shit-ton of trauma, and let loose a creature known to be uncontrollable and highly destructive on hapless civilians. 

And she does. not. care. 

Then, she realizes all of a sudden that, wait! Ultron wants to destroy the world I happen to be a part of. Does that mean I’ll die, too? It must! Nope, that won’t do. Let’s switch sides. 

Then Clint goes and makes her an Avenger, without any consideration for Natasha, his friend and teammate, who had to relive her blood-drenched past, or Bruce, his teammate and friend, whom Wanda forced to massacre innocent civilians, or Tony, his teammate and supposed friend, who went through a hellish vision. Clint, who has experienced mind-control and its consequences before, just welcomes a proven disloyal, murderous witch into the team all on his own. As if all was forgiven and the lives she’d taken didn’t matter. As if the harm she caused wasn’t a problem and should be forgotten just because she suddenly saw the light and really is “just a kid.” 

But she didn’t. 

First, she doesn’t give a crap about the lives lost. She doesn’t give a crap about who lives or dies, and about what she did/caused.  

Second, she’s not a freaking kid. She’s a grown-ass woman of 26, only a few years younger than Steve, and if she’s old enough to drink, fuck and kill, then she’s damn well old enough to take responsibility for the blood she shed. Willingly.

Third, how come Tony has to take responsibility, get reamed out by everyone and still not be forgiven, and atone over and over again for his mistakes (which afterward get used against him on a regular basis by his supposed team), even though he actually tries to get better and fix things, when Wanda, who doesn’t give a shit, gets a free pass? The double-standards when it comes to that are mind-blowing. 

The same thing actually happens after Lagos. Wanda fucks up. And yeah, she was trying to help this time, I won’t deny it. But she did, and people died. And instead of benching her for more training (because while I believe that “lack of control” excuse if absolute bullshit after the mastery of her powers she displayed in Age of Ultron), which should have been Steve’s reaction as “team leader,” Steve gently sits her down and explains that she should forget about those people because “you can’t save everybody.” That the leader of the world’s leading defending force shows such disregard about human life is kinda daunting, don’t you think? 

I can guarantee that, had Tony made such a costly mistake, he’d have been benched faster than you can say “hypocrite.” 

Alright then. 

On to that wonderfully childish “he locked me into my room” affair. 

Tony tries to protect Wanda by keeping her in. Granted, he could have explained it better. Except here’s the deal: Tony has a lot on his plate. On top of this Accords mess, he’s still got a company to his name, which means the livelihoods of thousands of people all over the world to worry about, the Avengers’ gear, PR, and battles to deal with, his Iron Man duties, etc. etc. No doubt both the Lagos incident and Steve’s mess in Bulgaria are running him ragged trying to do damage control not only with Ross, but also with, probably, the press and maybe even the UN. Furthermore, he’s already been physically hurt. 

He simply doesn’t have the time to sit down with Wanda, take her hand, and then explain everything that’s going down, especially given that she’s hostile towards him to begin with, and would probably not listen anyway. 

Vision did try to explain. And she was fine with staying where she was until Clint popped up with his carefully not considered consequences. 

Then you’ll never make me believe that dropping 20+ cars on top of a man—a man in armor, sure, but that doesn’t make it any better, the average weight of a car being 1.5 ton—the way she did wasn’t done with the intention to cause severe physical harm, if not outright death. To me, she saw the opportunity to hurt the man she considered responsible for everything wrong in this world, and took it with relish. 

So here’s the thing. 

Wanda can judge and hate Tony all she wants. But that doesn’t change the fact that were it not for him, she wouldn’t be in America. She wouldn’t have anything to eat, or to wear, or anywhere to sleep. She wouldn’t have a visa (which must have been freaking hard to obtain given that she was a criminal), or shiny toys, or a room bigger than the average family home to be locked in in the first place. 

And it doesn’t change the fact that she has no right to that judgement and hatred while she conveniently refuses to acknowledge that, unlike Tony, who had no idea what was going on, she willingly caused harm to innocent people. 


Part 2.1: Natasha | Part 2.2: Steve | Part 2.3: Thor | Part 2.4: Bruce | Part 2.5: Clint

Studio Ghibli & Mr. Miyazaki starters

- suggested by Anonymous and pulled from various films/sources

  • “You cannot alter your fate. However, you can rise to meet it”
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden”
  • “I’ve got something I want to protect - it’s you”
  • “I think we ought to live happily ever after”
  • “Once you’ve met someone, you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return”
  • “It will protect you. It’s made from the threads your friends wove together”
  • “Nothing that happens is ever forgotten, even if you can’t remember it”
  • “We need to find our own inspiration. Sometimes, it’s not easy”
  • “I make friends, then suddenly I can’t bear to be with any of them”
  • “Here’s another curse: may all your bacon burn!”

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Suicide Squad: The Album Starters

Purple Lamborghini.

  • ‘ murder on my mind. ’
  • ‘ it’s time to pray to God. ’
  • ‘ I might make a mistake ’
  • ‘ this is Gotham City. ’
  • ‘ got that purple Lamborghini lurkin’. ’
  • ‘ forgive me for my wrongs, I have just begun. ’
  • ‘ don’t be beggin’ for your life ‘cause that’s a lost cause. ’
  • ‘ make up your mind, baby, 'cause the time is here. ’
  • ‘ need a couple gang members for these new endeavors. ’
  • ‘ from this point on anything we do we do together. ’
  • ‘ seven figures, I spend that every other month. ’
  • ‘ every day was life and death, that’s when the cash came. ’

Sucker For Pain.

  • ‘ i torture you. ’
  • ‘ take my hand through the flames. ’
  • ‘ i’m a slave to your games. ’
  • ‘ i wanna chain you up. ’
  • ‘ i wanna tie you down. ’
  • ‘ i’m just a sucker for pain. ’
  • ‘ i got the squad tatted on me from my neck to my ankles. ’
  • ‘ pressure from the man got us all in rebellion? ’
  • ‘ we gon’ go to war, yeah, without failure. ’
  • ‘ love and the loyalty that’s what we stand for. ’
  • ‘ alienated by society. ’
  • ‘ all this pressure give me anxiety. ’
  • ‘ so we put the world on our shoulders. ’
  • ‘ you don’t know me. ’
  • ‘ we’re the ones you trust in. ’
  • ‘ I won’t hesitate to go straight to your head like a concussion. ’
  • ‘ devoted to destruction ’
  • ‘ a full dosage of detrimental dysfunction ’
  • ‘ see I’m a fool for pain ’
  • ‘ that’s why my heart cold, full of sorrow, the lost soul ’
  • ‘ this is what we wanted from a young age ’


  • ‘ all my friends are heathens. ’
  • ‘ take it slow. ’
  • ‘ wait for them to ask you who you know. ’
  • ‘ please don’t make any sudden moves. ’
  • ‘ you don’t know the half of the abuse. ’
  • ‘ we check the guns at the door. ’
  • ‘ doesn’t mean our brains will change. ’
  • ‘ how’d I get here, sitting next to you? ’
  • ‘ please don’t forget. ’
  • ‘ we don’t deal with outsiders very well. ’
  • ‘ they say newcomers have a certain smell. ’
  • ‘ you have trust issues. ’
  • ‘ they say they can smell your intentions. ’
  • ‘ why’d you come? ’
  • ‘ you knew you should have stayed. ’
  • ‘ I tried to warn you just to stay away. ’
  • ‘ they’re outside ready to bust.’
  • ‘ it looks like you might be one of us.’

Standing in the Rain.

  • ‘ i saw you standing in the rain. ’
  • ‘ you were holding his hand. ’
  • ‘ i’ll never be the same. ’
  • ‘ dressed like a playboy. ’
  • ‘ the money eases everybody’s mind. ’
  • ‘ i should have known when you stole money. ’
  • ‘ slide your panties to the side. ’
  • ‘ i got old money. ’


  • ‘ i need a gangsta to love me better than all the others do. ’
  • ‘ always forgive me. ’
  • ‘ ride or die with me. ’
  • ‘ i’m fucked up. ’
  • ‘ i’m black and blue. ’
  • ‘ i’m built for it, all the abuse. ’
  • ‘ i got secrets that nobody knows. ’
  • ‘ i don’t want what i can get. ’
  • ‘ i want someone with secrets that nobody knows. ’
  • ‘ my freakness is on the loose. ’
  • ‘ running all over you. ’
  • ‘ take me to places that nobody knows. ’
  • ‘ you got me hooked up on a feeling ’
  • ‘ i’m barely breathing. ’
  • ‘ don’t let me go. ’

Know Better.

  • ‘ you should know better. ’
  • ‘ i’m a winner. ’
  • ‘ now we’re getting it for real. ’
  • ‘ shoulda left you right there where i met you. ’
  • ‘ i’m a bread winner. ’
  • ‘ no talkin’. ’
  • ‘ we finish it. ’
  • ‘ some say i’m ignorant. ’
  • ‘ maybe i’m different. ’
  • ‘ looked at you like you were special. ’
  • ‘ somebody called a riot? ’
  • ‘ teach them how to trust one another. ’
  • ‘ all we have is us. ’
  • ‘ shit like this is hard to come by. ’

You Don’t Own Me.

  • ‘ you don’t own me. ’
  • ‘ i can always have just what i want. ’
  • ‘ she’s the baddest. ’
  • ‘ i would love to flaunt. ’
  • ‘ take her shopping, you know yves saint laurent? ’
  • ‘ she got her own dough. ’
  • ‘ i’m not just one of your many toys. ’
  • ‘ don’t say i can’t go with other boys. ’
  • ‘ don’t tell me what to do. ’
  • ‘ don’t tell me what to say. ’
  • ‘ when i go out with you don’t put me on display. ’
  • ‘ don’t try to change me in anyway. ’
  • ‘ don’t tie me down cause i’d never stay. ’
  • ‘ i get bored of basic bitches. ’
  • ‘ straight up vicious. ’
  • ‘ i texted her asking her if she’s alone and if she’d send some pictures.. ’
  • ‘ she said no. ’
  • ‘ she said come over and see it for yourself. ’
  • ‘ independent woman. ’
  • ‘ stay up til we see the sun. ’
  • ‘ she does it better than I’ve ever seen it done. ’
  • ‘ that’s when she told me she ain’t never ever gonna be owned. ’

Without Me.

  • ‘ guess who’s back. ’
  • ‘ back again. ’
  • ‘ i’m chopped liver. ’
  • ‘ if you want shady this is what i’ll give ya ’
  • ‘ all the memories that we make will never change. ’
  • ‘ you waited this long. ’
  • ‘ now stop debating. ’
  • ‘ but it feels so empty without me. ’
  • ‘ I just settled all my lawsuits. ’
  • ‘ fuck you, debbie. ’
  • ‘ now this looks like a job for me. ’
  • ‘ so everybody, just follow me. ’
  • ‘ we need a little controversy. ’
  • ‘ little hellions. ’
  • ‘ feeling rebellious? ’
  • ‘ could start a revolution. ’
  • ‘ so just let me revel and back in the fact that i got everyone kissing my ass. ’
  • ‘ testing, attention please. ’
  • ‘ you sent for me? ’
  • ‘ nobody listens to techno. ’
  • ‘ i’ll be there with a whole list full of new insults. ’
  • ‘ i’m not the first king of controversy. ’
  • ‘ there’s a concept that works ’
  • ‘ it’ll be so empty without me. ’

Wreak Havoc.

  • ‘ they call me a menace. ’
  • ‘ they say that i’m cursed. ’
  • ‘ something about me is making them jealous ’
  • ‘ so listen and learn. ’
  • ‘ i’m surrounded by cowards. ’
  • ‘ that’s why i got all the power. ’
  • ‘ i’m where you wanna be. ’
  • ‘ all of my enemies made a decision, it’s better to follow me. ’
  • ‘ i make no apologies. ’
  • ‘ all of my sins I would repeat and repeat. ’
  • ‘ i’ll be me til the death of me. ’
  • ‘ i can smell your fear. ’
  • ‘ the only reason that i’m here is to wreak havoc. ’
  • ‘ everybody’s praying that i’ll change, yeah maybe one day but tomorrow i’ll be back at it. ’
  • ‘ bad habits they die hard ’
  • ‘ we live fast we die hard. ’
  • ‘ go against me you’ll die hard. ’
  • ‘ Thrive when I’m beating the man ’
  • ‘ straight outta context. ’
  • ‘ hate that you need me. ’
  • ‘ wanna destroy me but you can’t. ’
  • ‘ and if love is real maybe I’m just too bad to remember how good it feels ’

Medieval Warfare.

  • ‘ i’ve been looking for a diamond. ’
  • ‘ it shines like ice. ’
  • ‘ baby you can have it if you say it nice. ’
  • ‘ come on, baby, let’s do something ugly. something you would never touch yourself. ’
  • ‘ can you kill a man with your hands? ’
  • ‘ are you hot? ’
  • ‘ do you want me? ’
  • ‘ think i don’t understand? ’
  • ‘ i’ve been sleeping with a rifle. ’
  • ‘ come on, baby, let’s do something pretty. something you would never touch yourself. ’

Bohemian Rhapsody.

  • ‘ Is this the real life? ’
  • ‘ Is this just fantasy? ’
  • ‘ no escape from reality. ’
  • ‘ i need no sympathy ’
  • ‘ because i’m easy come, easy go. ’
  • ‘ mama, i just killed a man. ’
  • ‘ put a gun against his head pulled my trigger now he’s dead. ’
  • ‘ now i’ve gone and thrown it all away. ’
  • ‘ didn’t mean to make you cry. ’
  • ‘ if i’m not back again this time tomorrow, carry on. ’
  • ‘ send shivers down my spine. ’
  • ‘ body’s aching all the time. ’
  • ‘ i don’t want to die. ’
  • ‘ i sometimes wish i’d never been born at all. ’
  • ‘ i see a little silhouetto of a man. ’
  • ‘ thunderbolts and lightning very, very frightening.  ’
  • ‘ nobody loves me. ’
  • ‘ he’s just a poor boy from a poor family. ’
  • ‘ so you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? ’
  • ‘ nothing really matters. ’

Slippin’ Into Darkness.

  • ‘ I was slippin’ into darkness when they took my friend away. ’
  • ‘ he loves to drink good whiskey. ’
  • ‘ i talk to my brother. ’
  • ‘ i got a wife and a baby. ’
  • ‘ I was slippin’ into darkness when I heard my mother say. ’
  • ‘ you’ve been slippin’ into darkness. ’
  • ‘ pretty soon you’re gonna pay. ’

Fortunate Son.

  • ‘ some folks are born made to wave the flag. ’
  • ‘ they point the cannon at you. ’
  • ‘ it ain’t me. ’
  • ‘ i ain’t no senator’s son. ’
  • ‘ i ain’t no fortunate one. ’
  • ‘ some folks are born silver spoon in hard. ’
  • ‘ don’t they help themselves? ’
  • ‘ the house looks like a rummage sale. ’
  • ‘ I ain’t no millionaire’s son. ’
  • ‘ how much should we give? ’

I Started a Joke.

  • ‘ I started a joke. ’
  • ‘ But I didn’t see that the joke was one me. ’
  • ‘ Oh, if I’d only seen that the joke was on me. ’
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I have a super specific request! Could you do one where all the Avengers(including Bucky and the twins) get Intel on a girl that supposedly has powers of being able to control elements, who was kidnapped by Loki, so the Avengers try to rescue her and offer her a spot? And maaaayyyybee Pietro has a slight romantic interest in her? Thank you!!
(Y/N) was already having a terrible day. Her mind was scattered as she wasted her day away at the dead end cafe she had been working at to pay for her average New York apartment. The customers were generally nice, but as always there were a few stragglers pushing her limits.

A woman complained and screamed at her because her food wasn’t coming fast enough, like (Y/N) even had anything to do with the wait! Another person had come in for a cheeseburger, but then sent it back because it had too much cheese. Seriously, how were these people even considered smart enough to be left alone?

And now there was a tall slender figure silently watching her from a corner table. He never ordered, and somehow, wasn’t asked to leave. She had only made eye contact with him once during his stay, but when she did, shivers ran down her spine. His eyes reminded her of the deep, green pines on the fir trees of her hometown. His cold eyes never left hers as his lips tilted up into a smirk, causing (Y/N) to flit her eyes away.

She glanced at the clock and noticed she had about three minutes until her shift ended. She cleaned up her area and hung up her apron as she grabbed her phone from her locker. Her apartment was in walking distance, so she didn’t really feel like wasting the money on a taxi or uber.

As she walked home there were sharp tingles on her lower back as she had the sensation of someone watching her. She shook it off and speed walked to her apartment.

She slid her keys into the lock and twisted, feeling the resistance of her door give way. She walked in and rested her back against it, breathing out a sigh of relief.

(Y/N) slid off her shoes and scurried to her bedroom, still full of jitters. She changed out of her work uniform into an oversized sweater and tall socks.

The soft fabric of her sweater brushed against the tops of her thighs as she maneuvered her way to the kitchen. She dug out a ceramic mug and set it on the edge of the counter, before running back to her bedroom and grabbing her phone off the charger. With her circumstances, she always had to have it near her, in case she had to leave quickly.

Ever since the chemical accident of her father’s lab she had when she was five, (Y/N) could control the elements. As her memories washed up in her mind like the ocean’s shore, the crash of a fallen object fell on her ears. (Y/N) went into panic mode, and silently, she crept into her kitchen. As she turned the corner, she quickly conjured up ice as to freeze the intruder.

When the ice touched his skin he just gave a small smile with a quirked brow as he stopped the ice in its tracks. “Wrong choice, little one,” He sauntered towards her and, in her shock of someone just blowing her powers away, she let him. He was very tall compared to her stature and had to lean down to whisper in her ear. “The beautiful ones are most often the most breakable, shall we test that?” His voice, as soft as it was, only made her more terrified.

She spun away from him quickly, throwing a blast of fire at the man, she recognized him now of course, who would not recognize the man who destroyed New York? As the flame enveloped him, he simply disappeared. She quickly began to back up as he reappeared as soon as the heat was gone, marching towards her. She did not hit her entryway, as expected, but a solid chest, and a green mist was the last the thing she saw.

The New York Super Squad as Clint called them was enjoying a rather boring day, until that is, Thor crashed through the damn roof. Tony stood to the side, motioning greatly to the now gaping hole in his fabulous tower, “Do Asgardians have a dictionary? Because I don’t think the word door is in there! Are you too cool to knock, or just say ‘Hey bro let me in?’ It’s not that hard!” Thor stood straight and tried his hardest to look sheepish.

“The reason I have entered so suddenly is of great care,” He pronounced to the now gathered team. “Loki has escaped, and seems to be holding a young enhanced Midgardian captive,” He finished, looking at the now attentive friends.

“Doesn’t mean a door was hard to use though!” Tony snarked. Steve glared at the inconsiderate Stark, as he stood to grab his gear and rally the team.

“Alright! Thor, I want all the information you got! Everybody else, suit up!”

(Y/N) quickly raised her pounding head from the luxurious pillow, quickly regretting her decision as she looked over to see her abductor looking out over the window which viewed the- Well, she didn’t really know where she was. There was just an expanse of foliage stretching for what seemed to be miles. “Ah, you have awakened,” His voice was soft, which surprised her. Shouldn’t he be murdering her by now?

“I did not go through the struggle of abducting you, just to murder you. Not to say I will not go to that extreme if you do not comply, but that is not my plan,” He swiftly turned, facing her with those cruel green eyes.

“Then why? Why did you take me?” Her voice cracked at the end, even though she tried to hide it. He had already proved her powers were no good against him.

His rich laugh made her flinch. “Do not let your head swell. The only reason you are not dead is because I can use you,” The God of Lies smirked, making his angular face appear sharper than usual.

“You gonna try and take over the world again? Cause last time that didn’t go over so well, in case you didn’t notice,” She mouthed with a curl of her lip.

The smirk on his mouth promptly dropped and twisted, turning into a snarl. He stalked towards her on the bed, her hands now finding themselves bound to the oak bed frame. She immediately tugged against them, eyes going wide. “Don’t touch me!”

He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes in disgust at what she was implying. “Do not flatter yourself, little one,” He talked sweetly, the opposite of this situation. “I could have you begging on your knees if I wished. I would never take someone unwilling.”

She averted her eyes as his own raked her face. “You never answered my question,” she veered the conversation. “Why are you trying to take over again? Because I won’t help you!”

His eyes never left her face as he gracefully sat on the edge of the king bed. “I am not trying to control your little Midgard, I am trying to rule Asgard. And from what I have witnessed, you are so very lonely. Always having to run from governments and regimes, much too fearful to try and make an acquaintance. Think of it, no more running. You can be at peace, ruling by my side.”

For a long moment, there was an expression of pure longing on her features, but to Loki’s chagrin, soon dissipated. “Murdering innocents to get what you want is not peace!”

Just as Loki was about to turn to the use of threats, there was a large crash in what she assumed was the main part of the residence. He assumed a defensive position as the noises of chaos came closer.

“The Avengers and my brother will come for you. But this will not be our last meeting, little one,” He chuckled as if he knew a secret which did not inspire much confidence.

He dragged his hands over her wrists; the bindings falling away with his touch. He stood back, laughing as his whole menacing figure quickly snapped out of existence.

Right as she lost sight of him, a speeding blur of blue rushed into the room. She quickly raised her now free hands up in defense; the shivers of fear from the previous encounter lingered. “Who are you?” She asked, her voice tight with exhaustion.

His face snapped towards her so fast it was like he had never moved at all. He rushed to the bedside and her breath caught at the beauty in his face. He lowered himself towards her, an accented voice asking, “Are you alright?”

She nodded swinging her legs to the edge of the bed, and attempting to stand. He quickly pulled her into his arms before she could fall all the way to the ground. “Sorry,” she mumbled as the blood rushed to her face. “I swear I’m not usually this helpless, I just-”

He smiled then, a warm show of white teeth as he assured her, “It’s fine. Trust me when I met his brother I was on the ground for a while, too,” he recalled the failure of stealing mjolnir with a grimace.

“The others will want to know you are alright, we should go,” He carried her through what she now knew was a remote cabin somewhere.

He carried her until they were in a stealth aircraft, what he called the Quinjet. Setting her on the bench seats, he started introducing himself, “I am Pietro Maximoff, and my twin is Wanda, although she isn’t here right now. The rest of the team is on their way out. Do you have any idea where Loki went?”

Processing that information she tried to navigate through her jumbled thoughts. “He said he would see me again, but that was all he said. So I doubt, you’ll have to look too hard to find him.”

He furrowed his brow. He knew why Loki wanted her on his side. It was the same reason they would try to recruit her. But why would he give her up so easily? His thoughts were interrupted when the rest of his team entered the jet.

Thor was the first to come up, bending on one knee and apologizing with utmost sincerity for his brother’s actions. He asked if she was okay, and then the rest of the team introduced themselves, the tension in the air melting away.

Steve was the only one standing when he started giving the recruitment speech that the others should have known by heart by now. Before Steve could thoroughly confuse her, Pietro quickly burst in, “(Y/N) we would be more than happy to help you harness your abilities and to have you join us.”

(Y/N) looked to him before smiling. “I’ll do it, but I need a lot of training,” she looked back on her fight with Loki, that proved she had lots of work ahead of her.

“You’re still pretty kickass, Avatar.” Were the words Tony decided to chime in, making her smile turn into full fledged laughter. She was going to like it here very much.

Captain America: Prejudiced Fans

Ok so rant post because this literally kept me up for hours last night.

Why is Tony Stark perceived as the Villain in Civil War?

There is no legitimate reason for this.

“But he made Ultron and tried to hurt Bucky!”

Ok, sit down. Let’s talk about Ultron, shall we?

If we REALLY want to discuss whose fault Ultron is, let’s go way back to this movie:

In this movie was a character called Loki, whom you may remember and might recognize as second from the left on this poster.

Loki was the main villain of the film, and Thor failed to incarcerate him at the end of the movie. Loki went on to bring the mind stone (AKA the basis for Ultron) to Earth. Therefore, it is Thor’s fault for not stopping Loki.

But let’s move on from that. Assuming that Thor couldn’t have stopped Loki, whose fault was it?

Actually, it is arguably still Thor, seeing as he brought the Tesseract back to Asgard at the end of the Avengers, but failed to grab Loki’s mind control stick on his way out the door.

Even clearing him of charges for that, we could argue that it’s Steve/Clint/Natasha’s fault, because I’m going to assume that SHIELD took the staff, and because of that, the staff found its way into Hydra’s hands.

Then we have Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

Let’s pretend that Steve/Clint/Natasha DID see the staff into SHIELD custody. Apparently they weren’t concerned enough about the fact that, y’know, SHIELD was actually Hydra and therefore Hydra had the staff of mind control in their possession, which makes it their fault. At this point,  Steve/Clint/Natasha becomes Steve/Clint/Natasha/Sam.

However, this STILL isn’t the end of the story.

Somehow, Thor fails to care about any of these developments in the Dark World, so it’s back to his fault.

The entire Avenger’s cast FINALLY cares about the fact that the Staff is held by Hydra when Tony comes back on the scene (huh) at the beginning of Age of Ultron, at which point Tony goes after the Staff. However, while this is the first point at which we could reasonably claim that it is Tony’s fault, we immediately switch over to this:

In case you weren’t freaking paying attention, this is Tony seeing an alternate past where the world ended and all of his friends were dead as a result of him not doing enough.

Immediately after this we get this line:

[Pietro and Wanda watch as goes Tony grabs the scepter]
Pietro Maximoff: “We’re just gonna let them take it?”
[Wanda smiles to herself as Tony takes the scepter]

Are you really going to tell me that little smug grin doesn’t belie that she knows exactly what’s about to happen? Even if it doesn’t, I’m pretty sure she said something to the effect of, “He’ll do what he thinks he has to” or something to that effect.

Therefore it is clearly Wanda’s fault.


Tony then asks Thor for permission to monkey around with the staff, making it Thor’s fault, and then Bruce and Tony work on the staff TOGETHER, making it JOINTLY their fault when Ultron comes to life.

So great, we have now found fault in every Avenger except for Rhodey and Pietro at this point.

Except, Tony/Bruce think that Ultron failed. The second they find out that he didn’t the Avengers mobilize and come fairly close to beating Ultron. Tony can easily out-program Ultron, because we’ve seen him literally hack his own equipment while fighting numerous opponents - one on one with Ultron shouldn’t be a problem.

But these two butts show up and proceed to compromise every single Avenger except Tony and Clint.


Wanda and Pietro are LITERALLY FIGHTING ON ULTRON’S SIDE FOR MORE THAN HALF OF THE MOVIE. So CLEARLY the fact that Ultron makes any headway at all is at least PARTIALLY THEIR FAULT, RIGHT?

Then we get the creation of Vision, supported by Tony, Bruce, Thor, and Clint and opposed by Wanda, Steve, Pietro, and Natasha. This is in spite of the fact that literally all Tony is doing is uploading JARVIS to a body, which should be a no brainer seeing as JARVIS has been immensely helpful since literally the earliest movies of the MCU.

We finally get Vision to wake up, and, what do you know, not only is he on the Avenger’s side, HE LITERALLY IS WORTHY TO PICK UP THOR’S HAMMER.

So if anything, this sequence should doubly absolve Tony Stark of guild: The success of Vision is proof that Ultron is not a mistake but rather a flawed prototype, AND Tony has just created the only weapon that will allow the Avengers to defeat Ultron.

We’ll note that he does not receive credit for either of these points, either in the movie or in the fandom.

Now, I would like to point out in spite of everything that has just been argued that Ultron is an independent being who is making his own choices and as such is the only person who can be blamed for his actions, triply absolving Tony of guilt. The only people who can legitimately be blamed here are Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, who chose to help Ultron fight the Avengers, but they should arguably be forgiven because they help to defeat him.

If I haven’t convinced you that Tony is innocent here yet, please message me so I can block you.

Now, on to Civil War.

The entire point of this movie is Steve saying “No superhumans shouldn’t be regulated because if they are then people might get mad at Bucky,” while the entire rest of the world is saying, “Yeah, we’d like a little oversight.” Like, yes, personal freedom and standing up for your values is great and all, but SHIELD had zero oversight and look what happened there - oh, right, people died, nearly including Mr. Holier-Than-Though Rogers and his best friend (it was still a great movie…). Yes, stand for what you believe in, Steve, but accept that there are systems in place for doing that. There are reasons that everyone in the military and in the government respond to someone else and are bound by certain laws, and superhumans should be too.

THEN, Bucky comes into the picture when he’s framed for a terrorist attack.

Does Steve go to any of his allies for help? Does he have Tony Stark or Nick Fury pull strings? Does he go to the government with the information he has about Bucky’s condition and ask for help? No, no, and no.

Queue Black Panther.

Black Panther believes that Bucky killed his father, so he decides to kill Bucky. Remember that.

We get a protracted series of fight scenes wherein, regardless of whether or not they were previously criminals, Steve and Bucky become wanted criminals and get themselves arrested alongside Black Panther, then everybody else gets themselves arrested.

Let us analyse the airport fight scene.

Steve has recruited a felon, Tony has recruited a teenager, I think those evils roughly cancel each other out.


On Team Tony, four out of five individuals depend on Tony for equipment.

Spiderman we haven’t seen before, but we know that Tony redesigned his suit. In addition, assuming that this movie Spiderman accurately reflects his comic book strength (which we can assume he does, seeing as he catches the airplane loading thing), he is obviously pulling his punches.

Then we have War Machine and Black Widow.

War Machine we have seen consistently demonstrating a single difference from standard Iron Man suits: automatic firearms.

However, in this sequence, we do not see him use the shoulder cannon once and we see him use his missiles only to address the fact that Giant Man is trying to smash him with a truck.

However, we see two NEW weapons: a sonic cannon and a stun baton, both of which are shown to be nonlethal.

Black Widow we see using her signature Widow’s Bites for the first time in her six movies in the Marvel franchise - again, non-lethally disabling Black Panther.

Are you really going to tell me that this is a coincidence? The only person we see attempting to use lethal force on Team Tony is Black Panther, whom we all know respects nobody.

Now, Team Steve.

Let’s start with Scarlet Witch, the MCU’s poster child for milking her perceived innocence.

We see her attempt to crush Tony under a bunch of cars, breaking his arm. We see her throw off Vision’s aim nearly killing War Machine. She very clearly has no qualms about killing.

Hawkeye is literally using explosive arrows throughout the fight scene.

Ant-Man tears apart the internal circuitry of one of Iron Man’s arms (possibly after the arm it contained was already broken).

Falcon is literally shooting at Spiderman.

Bucky punches at Spiderman full force.

And let us not forget Steve Rogers, who literally attempts to drop an airplane loading dock on a kid:

I mean come on.

Tony is literally the only one who ISN’T letting his anger get the best of him in this scene.

Then, in case you don’t believe me, let’s jump to the final fight scene in the abandoned Hydra base, shall we?

Tony is using distinctly nonlethal force here. If his goal were to kill Bucky, I guarantee you Bucky would be dead.

However, he uses his potentially lethal weapons in a nonlethal fashion, primarily to control where Steve and Bucky can and can’t go. His laser - which, friendly reminder, is powerful enough that he had to instruct War Machine to get out of the way - was used only to interpose steel girders between himself and Captain America. His tank missile, which is one of his iconic and most terrifying weapons, merely closed a loading door. Tony is not using lethal force - the worst thing he does is destroy Bucky’s arm, which is terrible, but worst case scenario, Tony can repair it. Yes, it is inflicting pain, but it is pain that is not dissimilar to pain that Tony has gone through himself.

That, of course, doesn’t stop Steve and Bucky from very willingly shredding his armor and, y’know, leaving him stranded in Siberia or wherever the heck that base was.

Now, final point, remember Black Panther?

Black Panther (incorrectly) jumped to the conclusion that Bucky had killed his father, and tried very hard throughout the duration of the movie to kill Bucky in revenge.

Tony WATCHED on FILM as Bucky slaughtered  his parents and still showed great restraint. Did he want to hurt Bucky? Yes, very much so.

Did he want to kill Bucky? No, he did not.

This is precisely why the “But he’s my friend”/”So was I” zinger hurts so freaking much. Even in his moment of insane pain, Tony did not want to hurt Steve. Yes, he wanted to hurt Bucky, but he knew that, if he killed Bucky, he would be hurting Steve, and, as Steve’s friend, he could not conscience that decision.

I will eternally maintain that Tony is the victim of Civil War, that Steve betrayed Tony, and that Steve does not deserve Tony’s forgiveness, and nothing anybody can say will ever change my mind.

Gotta Go My Own Way 4 | Calum Hood

I am incredibly sorry for the delay. I’ve been so busy with my life recently (shocker) and I will also be busy my spring break next week so I don’t think I’ll have time to write the finale to WNCIL :( But this time I will keep you guys updated so I don’t disappoint. Enjoy.

Previous Parts 1 2 3

Calum’s POV

Coming back from Mr.Jackson’s room, I hid the piece of paper, that could potentially ruin the relationships around me, under my set of clothes laid out for our gig tonight. It was folded small enough to not be seen underneath my green t-shirt, but as soon as I laid the shirt down on top of it, I heard the knob to the door start to turn. My head whipped around to find the boys and Y/N, her smile still sat on her face as she laughed at something Luke said. I straightened up and leaned my back against the table our stuff was set on, my hands clutching the white painted wood. I flicked my head at them, a signal of ‘what’s up’, and watched as the boys all started to grab their stuff and start getting ready to warm up a little before soundcheck.

“Let’s get ready buddy, soundcheck’s in about 2 hours!” Ashton yelled, throwing my some hairspray to make my hair look more appealing than it was right now. Since the meeting, my hands have just been running through it, the anxiousness hitting me hard.

Y/N came and stood by me, grabbing the bottle and a comb from behind me and smiled softly at me. She sprayed a little bit of hairspray on the comb and lightly fluffed it through my thick hair. She almost at to stand on her tip toes, but she was and has always been the perfect height for me. All the negative and anxious feelings that built up inside of me seemed to vanish when I looked into the light of her eyes. She was too busy focusing on my hair, when all I could do was smile. She noticed my focus, and blushed before pulling the comb away to look at her masterpiece. 

Her hand reached up behind my neck at the baby hairs I had, and slightly tugged on them. The boys had now left the room to find their instruments, leaving the two of us together. My hands found their way to her waist, my fingers rubbing at the cotton shirt material. 

“My handsome Calum…” My smile only grew bigger. Y/N had always been that way with me. She knew how insecure I could get sometimes with Ashton being the buff guy in the band, Michael being the bad boy looking type, and Luke being the fan favorite. There were days when I would just want to hide away from the world because no one ever cared for me. I felt overlooked and under appreciated, but Y/N helped bring that confidence back into myself, reminding me pretty much everyday of how handsome, built, and talented I was. I leaned in and captured her lips with my own and molded them. She instantly melted into me, bringing her other hand to drape over my neck and shoulder. Her chest lunged and pressed up against me, only deepening the very needed kiss. I felt her moan into my mouth, causing me to leave a trail of light kisses from her jaw line to the edge of her collarbone, something I know drives her crazy.

“Calum…” she whispered, “I’m s-sorry I finished the song w-without you…” This caused me to teethe at the skin of her neck, leaving red streaks.

As a second moan escaped her lips, we heard 3 big bangs on the door, followed by a shrieking girl voice. 

“Calum! C’mon! The boys are already out here!” A loud, annoyed sigh came out of my mouth, as my forehead landed on Y/N’s shoulder. I could feel her body tense up beneath me, and her skin started getting warm. I rubbed my hand on her lower back to reassure her that there was nothing to worry about, but in reality, she had everything to worry about. 

“It’s okay Cal…go get ready for soundcheck, I’ll be on the sides in a little bit.” I lifted my head, my eyes landing on her understanding smile. 

“We’re not finished though.” I smirked, trying to lighten up the ruined mood. Y/N only chuckled at my stupidity, and nodded. I lightly kissed her forehead, and then sprung off the table heading for the door. As I turned the knob, I looked back one last time to see her with arms crossed, watching me.

“Don’t forget, I love you.” We both smiled widely, and she said I love you back.


I turned back towards the table, only to see that Calum’s clothes were still in the room, and now on the floor. I knelt down and carefully picked up his clothes, but suddenly a white piece of paper fell out under his shirt. I set the clothes on the table, a curious look laid upon my face, my eyebrows scrunching together.

It was slightly crumpled, and had tiny font, to the point where I had to bring the paper closer to my face than usual. I saw it was addressed to Calum, but the sentences that I saw in fragments nearly destroyed the butterflies he left in me only a minute ago.

“…solo career…break away from 5 Seconds of Summer…front singer of Hey Violet…great career move…” and so much more was written in this document. My hand fell over my mouth, shocked and disgusted that Calum had this paper basically signing his life away to Hey Violet, to Nia, from 5SOS…from me. I felt utterly sick reading the contract, reading all the perks he could have if he left his band, how much he would be paid, the places he’d travel, the ‘more’ opportunities he could have as a solo artist. But none of that would matter if he didn’t have Luke, Ashton, or Michael. I wasn’t mad so much at the fact that he’d be leaving me, but the fact that he’d be leaving the 3 main people who worked so hard along side him to have their dream of playing arenas for adoring fans a reality. He didn’t stick with them because he knew they could potentially become famous, but because he wanted to conquer the world with them by his side. But ever since Nia came along, she’s tried corrupting Calum, and trying to make him fall for the fame and money, like he promised never to do. And it was almost as if my biggest nightmare, had become a reality.

Soundcheck was just now finishing up, Hey Violet and the boys both emerging backstage since they were both out there. Everybody was all smiles and laughs talking about the funny fan questions, reactions, and signs that they saw from their adoring audience. However, I was sitting on the corner of the couch on my phone, my back pocket burning where the Calum’s contract was. The other 3 boys sat around me, nudging me to see what was wrong, but my eyes only laid on Calum who was laughing it up with Mr.Jackson and Nia, of course. His back was turned to me, as I felt tears start to form in my eyes.

“Wait…Y/N what’s wrong…” Luke whispered lightly in my ear, the other boys leaning in to listen. I shook my head, pulling out my phone and clicking on the picture of the contract I took, showing it to all of them. They’re not only his best friends, but his bandmates and business partners, they deserve a right to know even if it’s not from him.

Luke’s hands balled up into fists, Michael’s face was almost as red as his hair, and Ashton only began to get as watery eyed as I did as they read the dreaded contract. They all looked at him with stares as deadly as daggers, but his back was still turned, oblivious.

“Do you actually have this? Because if you don’t, this is a really sick prank Y/N.” Ashton said sternly. I shook my head defensively, pulling out the folded piece of paper quickly before stuffing it into my back pocket again.

“Why would I fucking lie about this Ashton? He’s been hiding it from us!” I scream whispered. 

“When did you find it? Where did you find it?” Michael asked.

“Today, under his shirt for the set. He was trying to hide it away so nobody would know that he’s fucking leaving.”

“C’mon, Calum may be stupid sometimes but I don’t think he’d be willing to give up the band like that. He wanted this more than any of us, he wanted the band to grow together and get to where we are now as a group, best friends, brothers. He wouldn’t dare leave us.” Luke defended.

“Then why did he hide it from us? Why didn’t he just flat out say no and not take the contract then? Why did he take it in the first place, and then sneak it past us, thinking we wouldn’t ever find out about it? Luke, this isn’t just your best friend, but mine also. Calum is everything to me. I know him as well as you guys, and even I know,” I sighed, before the next sentence came out, “the benefits are just too great. Calum is so straight-forward, if he really didn’t want to take the offer, he wouldn’t have even taken the contract.” 

As my voice died out, we heard behind us the convo of Calum, Mr.Jackson and Nia. Mr.Jackson had left momentarily before hustling back out to the small ‘living room’ we were all hanging out in. There was a huge guitar-bass like case in his right hand, and he set it down at Calum’s both, both him and Nia smiling proudly.

“Open it son. It’s a gift from all of us here.” Mr.Jackson smiled.

Calum carefully bent down and opened the case, revealing a new jet black glossy finished bass, clean and obviously expensive. Calum held it in his hands as if it was a new born baby, gocking at it’s new fine beauty. He was speechless, and beside me I heard all 3 of the boys groan to themselves.

“M-Mr.Jackson…w-why, why did you give me this?”
“Let’s just say, someone put in a good word for you,” he winked at Nia beside him, “and said you deserve it, and I agree wholeheartedly.”

“This…this is incredible, thank you so much!” His smile stretched up to his under eyes, the heartfelt crinkly smile that I adored so much was on his face for all the wrong reasons, and he was slowly becoming the Calum I didn’t know.

My world came crashing down, though, as Nia reached up to Calum’s cheek and placed a tender kiss on it. My heart broke seeing the two together, acting like a more real couple than him and I had this whole tour. Tears broke out of my eyes as they cascaded down my cheeks, my hands and face becoming hot, as I ran back to the dressing room. All eyes focused back on me, a concerned/sad look on everyone else’s face but only a smirk to be found on Nia’s.

As I shut the door behind me, I ran toward the back of the room near the table with all the boys necessities on it and rested my hands on it, letting out a loud sob that I had been desperately trying to hold in. My vision was instantly blurry, soaking the table beneath me. I heard the door creak open, not caring who was there, my almost hopeless state completely taking up my attention.

“Was that fun to watch?” The snarky voice echoed throughout the door. I shuttered as my tears stopped, but still kept my back to her.

“You tell me.” I sniffled.

I heard her chuckle and she walked into the room slowly.

“Why are you doing this to me. I haven’t done anything, to deserve the downright hateful things you have done to me.” I turned around to face her, trying hard to show off that I wasn’t phased or intimidated by her.

“You, little ms.princess, weren’t even suppose to be on this tour in the first place! It was suppose to be Luke’s mom! You haven’t even been doing anything to help Calum out, I’ve stepped in multiple times just to save his freaking job!” I was taken back, and gasped.

“So giving him that contract to become a solo artist is you being helpful? You’re not only trying to control his life, but you’re trying to ruin mine, and my best friend’s!” She could only smirk at my reply.

“You just don’t like the fact that I,won.”

“Is Calum the prize? Is the press and money the prize? No thanks, Nia. You’re very good at a game that I’m tired of playing! So, I guess you’re getting your wish. I’m done here. He’s all yours.” I swiftly grabbed my purse off the table and turned for the door, to see Calum already standing there, arms open for me.

“Baby…c’mon please talk to me.” He pleaded as I walked past him out of the room. “None of this means anything if I don’t have you here by my side experiencing it with me, please, I wasn’t trying to break up apart!”

I stopped in my tracks, my heart sinking at his lies. I angrily pulled out the contract from my pocket, quickly opened it up, and threw it down towards his feet.

“That! That is what’s breaking us apart, Calum! The lies, the sneaking around, the new feelings you’ve developed for Nia! I’m out of here.” I could hear his sniffles as he picked up the crumpled up paper as I stumbled out of the backstage door. But I soon heard his footsteps, coming after me.

CLIFFHANGER! Again, this imagine is based off of HSM2, so any language that’s familiar to you guys in here is from the movie. The next part will be the actual ‘gotta go my own way scene’ just a heads up. And I know this part went by kinda quickly, but I hope you enjoyed it none the less.

anonymous asked:

I also live under the system that you claim is so horrible. Is your sister a US citizen? I'm American and my mother pays for the healthcare of all three of us and she's never had a problem. We are not rich. There's a lot of shit going on in the U.K. with the labor party and parliament right now that you should be focused on. There's a show called BBC question time in case you don't follow the politics of your own country. ☺️

Thank you for your concern, anon, but it’s unnecessary. I’m a law student—ergo, I am neck deep in British politics already, so your recommendation about Question Time while appreciated, is really redundant. Surprisingly, people have no problem being concerned about and discussing domestic and international politics. We have learned to juggle that, because even American domestic politics tend to have international consequences. Remember that time the Republican Party played chicken with the debt ceiling in an attempt to destroy funding for Obamacare and that jittered global financial markets? Yeah. I also happen to study public international law and human rights law, and the way economic and social rights like the right to healthcare are understood globally is part of my course, so pardon my interest in the ongoing attempt to repeal Obamacare.

1. Well, to answer your question, my sister is not an American citizen; but all the same she’s lived under that system. She had to enrol onto a health plan as a university student studying in the US. When she needed medication and vaccinations, it was expensive as hell; she had to pay it out of pocket on top of the premium because for some reason or another that drug wasn’t covered. Both of us had prior to lived under some form of universal healthcare, and she never had to fork out so much money for health care and medication before. In short, she’s in the US on a student visa—it’s not a case where she failed to purchase insurance. Obamacare has tried to improve the situation but healthcare costs are still seriously inflated compared to other systems she has lived under. Maybe you think that’s normal- my sister will tell you it’s not.

2. And if you noticed, in that post I wrote comparing health outcomes and spending between the US and other systems of universal healthcare—unlike you, I’m not under the illusion that anecdotal experiences alone are good rebuttals. I posted charts and links from data and studies which demonstrated time and again that you guys are spending far more on healthcare per capita than practically every other wealthy developed country without better life expectancy, health outcomes or the ability to guarantee access to those unable to pay. I didn’t merely rely on my own experience of the NHS’ single-payer system when responding to someone who was baldly asserting that healthcare in the EU & those other Asian countries with universal healthcare ‘paled’ in comparison to the US, and who was ludicrously claiming we were coming over in droves to enjoy this fantastic health care. It is curious that you think ‘I’m American, my mother pays for the healthcare for all three of us, and she’s never had a problem’ is an answer to that—hell, you don’t even have to listen to me. 

3. You are telling me all those criticisms levelled by your fellow Americans at your country’s healthcare system are all imaginary, merely because you personally have no problem with healthcare? Honestly, if you have no problems with your healthcare I’m glad. Healthcare is not something anybody should ever go bankrupt over. I’m aware that different states have different rules, and some have done a good job with making ACA work. I hope that is the case for you. But all the same- if there’s nothing wrong with your system, why is everyone continuing to rework it- including the Republicans? The ACA tried to improve it but it’s still unfinished. The US is a system where you can have the best healthcare in the world if you are wealthy because of how much medical R&D goes on- but the worst in the developed world if you are poor and unemployed. And that’s the measure that matters- how those who are the most vulnerable are treated. 

4. And I’ve to ask if you have ever seriously had your health coverage tested. You never quite know how much your health coverage is worth until there is a medical emergency. And that’s exactly what I mean. My family would be paying through the nose for cancer medication if we were American, because that particular drug costs over $100,000 per year in the United States even though it is years out of its patent thanks to the failure of the US government to take a sledgehammer to inflated drug prices and medical costs. And I haven’t even mentioned the long hospitalisation that family member had after 3 surgeries to remove a recurring tumour, not to mention all the follow up check-ups, blood tests and MRI scans to ensure it doesn’t come back. Universal healthcare saved his life, and also saved all of us a whole lot of stress because being sick is bad enough, let alone worrying about whether you can pay. Yeah, I am glad he is not American. Because he got sick way before the ACA banned rejecting people for pre-existing conditions and tried to better regulate abuse of the market. Maybe people will call this ‘free-loading’, but you know what? Prior to his illness, when he was younger and healthier—he had been a taxpayer contributing his bit to the social safety net with the understanding that everyone contributes to the system that we all need to use someday.

5. This is what happens when pharmaceutical companies can donate to candidates because there aren’t campaign spending limits or prohibitions on corporate donations. These things are either outright illegal or heavily regulated in other developed countries for good reason that you don’t want these corporations writing our healthcare laws. Additionally, practically every other developed country has aggressively acted to combat price inflation in the health industry, often by having governments use their massive bargaining power representing millions of healthcare users bargain down the price of drugs, or government regulations requiring publication of procedure costs across the board to identify price gouging. You should do a comparison of the cost of US medical procedures—they are frequently multiple times that of other wealthy countries offering the same quality. Can you look at this chart and tell me it’s acceptable? There’s more where it came from!

6. With single-payer healthcare in the UK, nobody has to go bankrupt because of a health emergency, nobody has to have their kids’ lives disrupted to make ends meet because the risk is spread out amongst millions of people. Healthcare coverage is also completely detached from employment, so coverage doesn’t depend on having a job, employers don’t have to expend money figuring out coverage and employees are mobile. Sounds like a good thing for the economy, no? Is our system perfect? Hell no! Healthcare is always a complex issue. But we have achieved all of this at a lower cost than the US healthcare system. And single-payer isn’t even the only system out there- Germany and Singapore are two examples of countries that have a mixed system of public and private insurance to cover everybody. Every other wealthy country has figured this out for decades. If the GOP can’t come up with a solution, it’s not because there aren’t dozens of real-life models running for decades to choose from. 

So, maybe take your own advice. Do your fellow Americans a favour and follow the politics of your own country more closely. Especially when the latest GOP bill would magnify the worst problems of the ACA and probably even destroy health insurance markets and creates a perverse incentive not to buy healthcare if you unfortunately lapsed for 2 months. It might even affect your present health insurance. Maybe even read up more on how other countries do it and realise the inflated costs still plaguing the system are unacceptable, inasmuch as ACA tried to help. And yeah, I stand by what I said. It’s terrible the most powerful country in the world and engine of the global economy doesn’t guarantee its citizens the healthcare they deserve. 

anonymous asked:

Read your Hotaru drabble and it was adooooorable and such a sweet way to answer an ask. Will you do more 'spur of the moment' writing in between your other fics? Plleaaaaaase do so. I looooove it.

You are so lovely, sweet anon. Thank you. I wasn’t going to; the Hotaru drabble was a one off thing, a playful response to that specific question. But since you are so kind, I thought I’d try one more time, with no guarantees to quality. Much love. 💕

  • [Ishida Mitsunari x MC]

That night, after Mitsunari had gone back to their room in a huff, she thought of the conversation she had had with Hideyoshi a while back, and how even as Hideyoshi had been warning her how difficult it would be, she hadn’t fully believed him. In retrospect, she was glad she hadn’t: because believing him might have intimidated her, because she might have been too scared to try.

She turned and looked at her manju-boy. This was one of those nights he’d taken off his clothes to sleep, lying on his back, an arm crooked near his head, and she, as she often did, ran her fingers down the inside of this arm, its smooth paleness rendering it into an innocent terrain, a place of copper streams and lakes kissed by snow. Sometimes, when she was certain he was very deeply asleep, she would get up and study his body more closely, because he refused to let himself be examined in daylight.

She would drape the sheets off him and move her palms over his arms, his legs, his back, feeling the texture of his skin change from glossy to jagged to rough, marvelling at all the permutations flesh could take, at all the ways the body hid itself from others, even when attempts had been made to share or destroy it.

“Stop looking so repulsed,” he had said, quietly, the second time he had taken his clothes off in front of her, and she had shaken her head. She hadn’t been, she truly hadn’t: he had always been so secretive, so protective of his body, even as Saki, that to see it for real was somehow anticlimactic; it was so normal, she had remembered thinking, finally, as each layer of garment peeled away and slithered to the floor.

The scars, however, were difficult to see, not because they were aesthetically displeasing — he didn’t have nearly as many as she thought — but because each one was evidence of something he wouldn’t give up. The mountainous range on his stomach tracked stubbornness at its peak, the curve of a valley near his shoulder ran rivers of pride, and the little sinewy hills near his wrist, his palms, his fingers, mapped feelings so ugly, she knew from the thorns she had to cut through that these ones, the ones he couldn’t conceal, upset him the most.

At night, as he slept, she would turn them over in her hands, counting each tear, trying to imagine herself in a state in which she would willingly hold something as external as ripped flesh against her own worth. But every time she tried it broke something inside and she had to stop and bring his scars to her lips, peppering his hands with little kisses instead.

And then there was the matter of sex. Hideyoshi had tried to warn her as best he could, fumbling his way through another unspoken conversation they had had in his room one morning. She didn’t quite understand, but the earnestness of his attempt both disturbed and discomfited, even as it amused.

Then one night toward the end of winter, after they had been together long enough for her to lean over and nip at his bottom lip, drinking in his groan, she had weaved her hands through Mitsunari’s kimono, inside to where his flesh singed her fingers, down and down, until she heard a choked, strangled noise, like an animal pinned beneath death. She watched, frozen, as he had jerked himself away with such violence he cracked his head against his bookshelf.

What do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, and the way it shook out of him marked the first moment that she, too, had felt a certain fear.

What was she going to do? She had never needed to convince someone she wasn’t dangerous, that she wasn’t going to hurt them, but the possibility of having to do so with him broke her heart, because he was so much more scarred than she had understood.

As Mitsunari slept that night, she watched him. Perhaps I’ve made a mistake, she thought.

Then aloud, to no one in particular, “I didn’t know it would be this hard.”

But then morning arrived, and with the pheasant’s caw she was reminded why she had decided to pursue this relationship, ignorance and arrogance aside. It was still early, but she had woken anyway, and watched, through a sunlit haze, as Mitsunari got dressed. She knew it was a difficult development for him, and she saw how hard he tried, how determined he was being, how brave: she saw everything she took for granted— how getting dressed and undressed in front of someone was a task he had to practice again and again.

In that moment it reminded her that she, too, had to keep trying. They both had to keep trying, because they trusted each other, and because they were the only other person in the world who would be worth such hardships and exposures.

When she opened her eyes again, he was sitting by her side peering down with a twist in his lips, and she warmed to the brim with tenderness for him: for how dear he was, for how effortless he made their love.

“Don’t go,” she said.

“Go back to sleep, manju-girl.”

“Stay a little longer.”

“Only for a little while,” he said, softly, so softly.

And he slid beneath the covers and wrapped his arms around her, and she waited and waited until he at last, reluctantly, got up. Only then did she drag him down again, towards her lips, where she whispered, in tiny little gasps, how worthy he was and how she would never, ever, let him go. 

Shadowhunters 2x10 Coda - Malec

So this has been sitting in my draft since a few weeks and I’ve been too scared to post it. But here goes nothing.

Posted on my AO3.


After Alec made sure that Izzy was safe and Aldertree promised to look out for her - not that Alec trusted that pretentious douchebag - he made his way to the power core. Having had been on the roof, he didn’t know what went on in the building itself, but he deeply hoped that his friends were okay.

When he entered the room running, however, he slowed down in terror once he saw what happened in here. The floor was littered with unmoving bodies. Corpses. It didn’t take a second for him to realize that these people were Downworlders.

“No …” he breathed, then turned to look at the three people left standing in the room, Jace, Clary and Simon.

Their eyes were on him. They looked broken and regretful, but Alec couldn’t focus on that. His thoughts were running a mile per minute and couldn’t seem to settle on just one.

“You did this,” Alec said accusingly, looking past Jace at Clary. “You activated the sword?”

Clary was shaking her head, “No, I-”

“I did it,” Jace said roughly before searching eye contact to Alec. “I thought I was destroying it, Alec, but …”

Had Alec been thinking straight, he would’ve taken his parabatai into his arms and made sure he was okay. But Alec himself wasn’t okay right now and he was sure Jace could feel is inner turmoil the same way he could feel Jace’s.

“Where’s Magnus?”

Simon’s gaze flicked over the dead bodies after Alec’s question.

“He wasn’t here, was he?”

“I don’t know,” Jace said. Alec knew he was sorry and in distress and he wanted to comfort him, but at least he knew Jace was alive. Magnus on the other hand …

“We portaled in upstairs,” Clary told him with a careful voice as if trying not to spook Alec. “W-we split up …”

Magnus could be dead, Alec realized in that split second. He hadn’t been with the others. He had been somewhere in the Institute and probably didn’t have a clue what was happening down here. Magnus could be dead.

“Oh god.” Alec starting walking for the door.

“Alec,” Jace said with an almost pleading edge in his voice.

Alec turned to look at him once more, but he didn’t stop. As soon as he was in the hallway, he starting jogging.

And so, the longest night of Alec’s life began. He started looking into every room, every corner. He didn’t know where Magnus was but he knew he had to find him. The horror of seeing all these dead Downworlders was only feeding Alec’s fear. He didn’t know how many there were and he didn’t know who they were. He didn’t want to get close to them, he kinda felt like he was violating them and their sacrifice, but he had to know whether Magnus was one of them.

The Soul Sword’s energy hadn’t spared a single Downworlder that was present in the building. Well … except for Simon, but Alec didn’t have the time to overthink that. He’d ask later after he found Magnus.

Time ceased to exist while Alec looked for his boyfriend. He was aware of Shadowhunters making their way around, looking at the devastation and starting to help clean up.

Room after room was searched, but Magnus remained nowhere to be found. And while a tiny part of Alec hoped that meant that Magnus had escaped and that he was fine, the bigger part feared that he would be in the next room with his pretty eyes open and empty, staring right at Alec.

I didn’t know!

You knew enough! We’re leaving!

Their last shared words haunted him the whole night while searching for Magnus. Panic was gripping him tightly and refused to let him go again. Magnus couldn’t be dead, not if he died believing Alec didn’t care about him.

Little did Alec know that Magnus was safe and sound at his friend Catarina’s place.


Magnus was pacing back and forth in his friend’s living room while she was helping Madzie calm down. Magnus was at least as unsettled as the poor little girl. He wouldn’t be a big help at trying to make Madzie realize that she was safe now and nothing was going to happen to her.

“Stop moving, I’m getting whiplash.”

He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Catarina entering the room. Madzie was following her timidly. Catarina gently told her to go sit in the armchair. The girl did so, shyly smiling at Magnus when she passed him. Magnus smiled back. Somehow, he actually felt calmer now.

“What’s got you like this?”

“Alec,” Magnus answered.

“Your Shadowhunter boyfriend, huh?” Catarina smiled a little bit. If it were any other situation, she would tease him. But right now she knew all Magnus needed was a friend who would calm him down and help him get his thoughts in order.

Magnus nodded. “I haven’t seen him for a while and right now, I don’t know where he is and how he is. All I know is that the Institute is under attack and Alec was there when it happened. I just …” He sighed. “I just wanna know he’s okay. I don’t think I could bear it if anything happened to him.”

Catarina stayed silent for a while and seemed to go over Magnus’s words again and again. Her facial expression was thoughful, then she looked at Magnus, squinting a little bit as if she tried to read his mind.

“Do you love him?” she finally asked.

Not expecting that question, Magnus closed his eyes and exhaled. Did he love him? Yes. He did. The Warlock had known he was in love with Alec for some time. He didn’t plan to tell him any time soon, though. If his past taught him something, then it was that people just didn’t fall in love with him. But he would stay with Alec as long as the Shadowhunter would have him, even if he had to watch him fall in love with another man at some point. It would break his heart beyond repair, even worse than what Camille did to him. Alec deserved the world and Magnus would give it to him, up until the point that Alec would leave. He would. People always did.

Opening his eyes, Magnus swallowed and answered with a tight voice, “Yes. I love him.”

“Magnus …” Catarina said. He could hear the pity in her voice, the silent not again, Magnus. You always let them hurt you.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Cat,” he replied. “I know you won’t believe me, but this is different. He’s not Camille. I won’t say that he won’t leave because we both know everybody does at some point …”

“That’s not true,” Cat denied. “I’ll be here for eternity to annoy you.”

“And I appreciate that. But honestly, Catarina, right now I don’t want to think about him leaving me. Right now, I just need to know he’s safe.” He paused for a moment. “I’m going back to the Institute.”

Catarina shook her head and grabbed her old friend’s wrist. “Magnus, no. You can’t go there now if Valentine has the Soul Sword!”

Magnus hated it when Catarina was being all sensible and wise.

“I don’t care. Alexander is still in the Institute with that maniac.”

“Magnus,” Catarina reasoned and put her hands on his shoulders, gentle but firm. “It won’t do any good for Alec if you go back and lose your life. Please, just think about your own safety for once. He wouldn’t forgive himself if you died now and you know it. He’ll be fine. Just please, wait.”

Magnus didn’t want to. He really, really didn’t want to. But he had to admit that she was making sense. So he nodded and settled down on her couch. Now all that was left to do for him was wait.

He felt something - or rather someone - tug at his sleeve. He turned his head to see Madzie who climbed up on the couch to settle next to him.

“Will the tall one be okay?” she asked with a small voice.

“The tall one?” Magnus asked in slight confusion.

Madzie nodded. “He is really tall and has this weird mark on his neck,” she gestured to her own, “and he has a really pretty smile and he’s nice. He liked my gills. I don’t want him to get hurt.”

She was talking about Alec, Magnus realized in awe.

Leave it to Alexander to charm a scared and lonely Warlock child.

“His name is Alec,” he told her. “I’m sure he’ll be alright. He’s very strong, you know?”

“Is he your friend?”

Magnus smiled gently. “He’s much more than that. And I believe that he knows what to do. He’ll make it.”

Madzie nodded. She then surprised him by cuddling up into his side. Smiling, he wrapped an arm around the little girl. He remembered when Alec had told him animatedly about a little Warlock girl that saved his life. He was sure Alec would be happy she was safe.

The next hours were spent talking to Catarina and showing Madzie a little harmless magic. She was quiet but she seemed much calmer than before. Magnus didn’t really know how to tell her that her Nana was with the Clave after having comitted crimes but he’d tackle that problem when the time came. He was just waiting the biggest danger out.

At some point, Madzie had climbed into Magnus’s lap and started playing with the rings on his fingers. It was calming as well as adorable. He hoped Madzie would be okay after this. He didn’t expect her to be over everything instantly, but he hoped that her demons would not hunt her until she was grown. She didn’t deserve that. Damn, she hadn’t deserved anything that had happened to her. It just happened because Valentine was a sick bastard who was ready to exploit a little child.

After hours that could’ve also been decades, Catarina entered the room. She handed Madzie a cup of hot chocolate, then she turned to smile at Magnus.

“Valentine has been captured,” she told him.

“What?” Did he mishear her?

She grinned. “Jace and Clary defeated him and brought him back to the Institute. Unfortunately, the Soul Sword seems to have disappeared, but the danger is gone for now.”

All Magnus wanted to do now was stand up and leave right then and there to find Alec, but he didn’t want to be that impolite. Catarina had been so kind to take in a lost Warlock child she didn’t know and make sure Magnus was okay, she deserved more than being left without a word. Magnus gently made Madzie get down from his lap.

“What are you doing?” she asked quietly.

He smiled at her. “I have to leave now, sweet pea. I have to make sure Alec knows we’re safe here.” At her unhappy face, he added, “I’ll be back, I promise. And I’ll bring Alec, too. He’ll want to see you again.”

She nodded. “Bye bye.”

His smile widened. “Goodbye, little one.”

He stood up and turned to Catarina. She had a soft expression on her face. Madzie was busy with turning her hot chocolate into a frozen one while Magnus tried to find the words to thank the other Warlock.

“If you don’t show up again soon, I’ll tear you a second one,” she broke the silence between them.

Magnus stifled a laugh. “Understood.”

“And bring your boyfriend. I want to meet him.”

Magnus nodded. He hugged Catarina close.

“I’m sorry for just putting all of this down on you. I can come by later and get Madzie. I’ll find something for her.”

Catarina shook her head. “Nonsense. I can take care of her. Now go find your Alexander.”

He smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Cat. You’re the best. I’ll be back soon.”

Magnus opened a portal with a flick of his fingers and stepped through.


Alec jogged up to the Institute’s doors, pushed them open and stepped outside. He passed several people making their way up to the doors, but none of them was the one he was looking for. He realized the sun had risen. He had spent the whole night looking for Magnus.

He ran down the steps and stopped in front of them, turning around. He’d looked everywhere. He didn’t know what else he could do. He couldn’t call Magnus either since his phone was broken somewhere inside and he was sure that right now, no Shadowhunter who owned a phone would offer theirs just so he could check on his boyfriend.

Alec was exhausted. He was breathing hard but his lungs couldn’t seem to catch enough oxygen. His heart was beating too fast. The Shadowhunter was starting to lose hope. What if the Soul Sword destroyed his whole body instead of just killing him? What if Magnus lay somewhere in the Institute where Alec hadn’t looked, slowly dying and praying Alec would come to find him?

He was only half aware of the sound of someone running up to him until a warm, familiar hand closed around his arm. He turned around and his breath left him in him in a burst. His arms were already reaching out before his brain comprehended what was happening.

Magnus, Magnus, Magnus was alive, he was there, warm and breathing and right here in his arms.

Alec held him so tightly that Magnus had to stand on his tip toes. Alec pressed his face against Magnus’s shoulder as he wished he could hold Magnus forever so he never had to let him go ever again.

They had to talk, though, so he slowly let go of Magnus whose hands gently ran over his back and down his arm. Not wanting to let go of the Warlock completely, Alec kept his left hand placed on Magnus’s arm.

Still breathing hard, Alec managed, “Magnus, I thought …” before he broke off and Magnus began talking instead.

“I found Madzie,” he explained. “I got her out just in time, I took her to Catarina’s. She’s safe.” Magnus said the last part reassuringly, almost as if to soothe Alec.

Madzie was safe. That was good. But why was Magnus telling him about that? Didn’t he know that right now, right here, no one mattered to him but Magnus himself? Didn’t he know the only reason why he was so out of line was because he feared he’d never see Magnus again?

No, he didn’t know. He didn’t know because the last time they’d talked, they fought. Alec had left Magnus with nothing but the knowledge that he was pissed. Never again. Right here, right now, Alec swore to himself that this would never happen again.

“Look,” he started, taking a break to try and breathe. It felt like he finally could now that Magnus was here, but his nerves still tried to get the better of him again. Not this time. “Magnus, on every mission I’ve ever been on I’ve never felt that type of fear. Ever.” He broke off again. “Not knowing if you were alive or dead, I …” Dammit, he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. “I was terrified.”

“So was I,” Magnus reassured him and gently put his hand on Alec’s arm.

He was too far away. All the Shadowhunter needed was his boyfriend in his arms, warm and with a heartbeat and alive. But Alec needed to tell him. He would never risk losing Magnus without him knowing about Alec’s true feelings for him, even if he just realized his feelings a few hours prior. Maybe he should thank Aldertree. That bastard’s speech about how Downworlders and Shadowhunters couldn’t be together felt so wrong to Alec and paired with the terror he felt when he couldn’t find Magnus, it had shocked him into realizing that he was in love with Magnus. In love. Oh, how that Warlock had turned his life upside down in the best ways possible.

“Magnus, I …” He broke off once more. Fear was closing his throat, but he pushed it down and forced himself to not overthink for once. Magnus deserved to know. “I love you.”

Alec continued breathing hard as he waited for Magnus to answer.

Said Warlock was stunned into silence. After the yin fen catastrophe he had expected Alec to break up with him or to need space and time away from him. But here Alec was, confessing his love and Magnus had trouble wrapping his mind around this. It had always been him who fell in love with people and it had always been him who was left alone and heartbroken in the end.

But then he had met Alexander. Would he ever stop surprising Magnus? Hopefully not.

Alec was still out of breath and obviosuly waiting for Magnus to reply. He even looked a little nervous. Silly Shadowhunter, did he really doubt that Magnus loved him back? He thought back to his conversation with Catarina. Mere hours before he’d have been sure that Alec would leave him, if not today, then later in life. But now, seeing the sincerity and the honesty in Alec’s lovely hazel eyes and remembering that Shadowhunters were monogamous creatures that fell in love with one person for life … oh, Alexander. There were times Magnus wondered if someone out there could be better for Alec, if he was holding him back from falling in love and finding true happiness. But now …

So with a small, amazed shake of his head Magnus answered, “I love you, too.”

Magnus believed to hear a small, relieved sigh from Alec, but he didn’t waste any thought to that, partly because Alec gripped him tightly by the upper arms and pulled him in to kiss him. Magnus’s left hand got caught on Alec’s jacket while the other glided up Alec’s arm. The kiss was almost chaste compared to the others they’d shared but no less meaningful and no less passionate. They broke apart from the kiss but didn’t let go of each other. Instead, Alec leaned in to rest his forehead against Magnus’s. Their noses nudged a little bit and Magnus could feel Alec’s breath on his face. Magnus felt like crying out of joy and clenched his jaw. Now was not the time.

Their arms wrapped around each other automatically. This was more than a simple hug. It was a damn embrace. It felt like there was no space present between them right now. It was warm and it was safe and it was familiar and most of all, it was loving. It said all the words the two of them left unspoken. Magnus’s eyes were clenched shut while his thumb was rubbing soothingly over Alec’s shoulder blade. Alec himself buried his nose in Magnus’s shoulder while he tried to grip him as tight as possible, just hold him forever and never let him go.

Time lost its meaning as they stood there, wrapped up in each other and only each other. The world around them kept moving but it felt like they were in their own little bubble where it didn’t matter. Just for a short while the two of them could forget all the problems breathing down their necks. They knew that this night and the casualties the Downworlders suffered would cause problems in the future, especially considering how frayed the bond between them and the Shadowhunters was. There were a lot of things to do for Alec at the Institute, there was a lot of things to do for Magnus with the Downworld. But for now, this wasn’t of import.

After a while they let go of each other. As soon as they did, Alec instantly felt like Magnus was too far away from him and took his hands in his to keep the body contact. Maybe he was afraid Magnus would disappear if he let him go. But mostly, he just needed Magnus to ground him.

“Don’t ever stop surprising me, Alexander,” Magnus breathed with a very private smile on his face, a smile that was only meant for Alec.

Alec smiled back and squeezed his boyfriend’s hands. “I’m not planning to.”

“Good.” Magnus paused for a second. “It would probably be out of line if I asked you to leave with me right now, huh?”

The Shadowhunter wanted to do nothing more than pull Magnus in and kiss him and hold him for the rest of the day. All he wanted was to hide in Magnus’s loft with him for a week, cuddle and just enjoy his company. And tell him he loved him a thousand times. Now that he had said it once, it felt like a pressing weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He didn’t care who knew. He loved Magnus. Who was gonna stop him?

But sadly, he knew that it wasn’t the right time to disappear right now. There were things to do. So he shook his head. “I think there are a few things to wrap up at the Institute. And I have to talk to Jace. I wasn’t fair to him earlier. And I probably should apologize to Clary, too.”

Magnus nodded understandingly. “I have to contact the other Downworlders. I’m gonna try and even out the tensions as much as I can. And I have to make arrangements with Catarina. She can’t keep watching Madzie forever, but we can’t send the poor child away just yet either. So … later at my loft, then?”

Alec smiled, squeezed Magnus’s hand and kissed his cheek. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Another short kiss was shared between them before they finally let go of each other. Alec watched Magnus open a portal and step through it, then he turned around and jogged up the stairs to the Institute.

He found Clary in a room with an unconscious Luke next to her. She looked exhausted and unhappy and Alec felt a little guilty for having accused her of causing the mass murder. Even if she had done it, it wasn’t like it would have been her choice.

“Hey,” he said upon stepping further into the room.

She turned and offered him a weak smile. Alec knelt down next to her and looked at Luke.

“How is he?”

“Hasn’t changed. I hope he’ll wake up soon.”

“He will. He’s strong. And stubborn. Kinda like you.”

Her smile widened a little. “Was that a compliment?”

“Don’t get cocky, Fray,” he replied grinning, then sobered up. “Listen, I’m really sorry for how I acted today. I shouldn’t have accused you like that. I know that you wouldn’t do that to anyone willingly but I was so scared …”

“Hey,” Clary said gently. “It’s okay. I understand. Caring about a person can make you do things like that. It’s not like I never exploded into your face when I was trying to find my mother.”

Jocelyn was still a weird topic between Alec and Clary. But thanks to her clarifying that she didn’t blame him, he was finally starting to forgive himself for it.

“Since you’re not crying or screaming or anything … I assume you found Magnus?”

Alec nodded. “Yeah, he’s fine. And Madzie’s fine, too.”

The readhead nodded. “Good. That’s good.”

Silence took up the space between them. Alec gently put a hand on Clary’s shoulder and squeezed it. They shared tentative smiles.

“Well … I’ll leave you to it. I still have to find Jace.”

She nodded and went back to watching Luke. Alec left the room silently. Another weight was lifted from his shoulders and from his heart. Now he had to find Jace and then he really wanted to talk to Izzy. Maybe he should also check up with Aldertree and arrange the funerals for everyone who fell today. But first things first. At this moment, he had to find his parabatai and comfort him.


Later, after having spoken with everyone he had to, Alec made his way to Magnus’s loft. His brain was slowly coming down from running nonstop and what better way was there to calm down spending a nice evening with his boyfriend?

He had spent his day comforting Jace, promising him that he did not blame him for what happened, then talking to Izzy who wouldn’t stop apologizing until he simply hugged her close and told her that it was okay. Afterwards, he helped clean up and bring the dead bodies away. He contacted the Downworlders so each of the fallen ones could have their rightful funeral that they deserved.

He was basically taking care of things the whole time and now, he finally got to see the person who would take care of him for a change. He felt lighter as he came closer to the apartment complex. He climbed up the flights of stairs as quickly as possible and finally opened the doors to Magnus’s apartment that were always unlocked for him.

As soon as he was inside, it felt as if any remaining weight was taken away. Here, he didn’t have to be Alec Lightwood, oldest son of Maryse and Robert Lightwood. Here, he could simply be Alec … or Alexander, an ordinary guy with a relationship.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Magnus was smiling at Alec from the living room.

“Hey.” Alec walked up to him while shrugging off his jacket that he placed carelessly on one of the chairs before he greeted Magnus with a short kiss.

“Stressful day?”

“You could say that, yeah. But I don’t wanna talk about it. I just wanna be here with you.”

Magnus reached for Alec’s hand, lacing there fingers together. They stayed silent for a few moments. It was comfortable. This moment belonged  to them and no-one else. They both had difficult lives waiting for them, people demanding things from them, but nobody could take this away right now. And if anyone of their needy friends were to come by now and disturb their time together - like they seemed to always do - Alec couldn’t promise he wouldn’t use them as targets for his arrows in the future.

At some point, they made their way to Magnus’s bed. Alec was wearing a t-shirt and boxers, Magnus was clad in extremely soft pajamas. They were cuddled up under the warm blankets. Magnus was on his back with one arm wrapped around Alec. Alec lay on his side next to Magnus, snuggled up into him, his head resting on Magnus’s chest. The Warlock’s free hand was holding Alec’s that was placed on his stomach. Magnus watched his boyfriend. It used to be a rare sight, Alec being so calm, but the more their relationship progressed, the more Magnus got to see him like this.

Alec’s breath was even and calm, his eyes were closed and he started drawing on Magnus’s stomach with his fingers. At first, it were random shapes, then runes. In the end, Alec drew the rune for love and the phrase “I love you” over and over.

Magnus leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Alec’s head, his dark hair tickling a little. His hand was running up and down the Shadowhunter’s back as much as it could and Magnus could feel the muscles relaxing under the soft touch.

“Love you,” Alec mumbled, sounding half asleep.

“Love you, too, darling.”

Alec had a sleepy, content smile on his face as he snuggled closer to Magnus. The steady beat of Magnus’s heart was slowly lulling him to sleep. The Shadowhunter was quite sure that after this, he wouldn’t be satisfied falling asleep without listening to his boyfriend’s heart, without being wrapped up in his arms and without feeling his warmth right next to him. There was nothing better than spend the night with the person he loved that loved him.

Alec knew there would be people awaiting his return tomorrow only to spew out nasty words about his “inappropriate” relationship with a Downworlder. Rumors would be spread, gossip would be held. But that didn’t matter. They freaking loved each other, so why should he care what some bigoted bastards thought?

Aldertree could suck it. He was wrong. It may not have worked out for him and his girlfriend, but that did not mean that he could generalize all relationships between Shadowhunters and Downworlders.

Magnus and Alec, they could work.

They would work.

Because they did work.

Yoongi Scenario: Million Reasons.

Request: DO you think you could write a scenario where Suga and the reader’s (she’s an idol that debuted around the same time as them so they’ve always been friends basically) relationship becomes public and there’s a lot of hate so they start avoiding each other and it gets really hard for the both of them.  + Hello! May I please request a Yoongi scenario in which the reader is his best friend who he is very affectionate with, and he has trouble sleeping so he walks to the reader’s apartment in the middle of the night and it was raining so he’s soaked. Thank you for your hard work! I hope it’s not too complex.

Genre: Romance / Drama

One of the things that made you angry was the fact that you didn’t know who had found out about your relationship, or more like who had sold you to the netizens.
The best way to describe everything that had happened to Yoongi and you the last few months would be if you compared it with an avalanche. It was like the two of you had been at a mountain at the very top of the world, together, but when you least expected it you had fallen off, and every little thing since then had accumulated making that fall bigger and bigger, leaving you at the end hurt and cold, you didn’t know where you stood anymore, but in the fall you had had to let go of Yoongi’s hand.

The fans had been ruthless, they went far beyond not taking it well, the netizens bashed the two of you for being deceiving and untrue to your fans, and the talk shows only spoke about the sneaky couple that had managed to keep the relationship a secret for such a long time, three years, you had pulled it off for three years and in a moment everything was ruined.

You hugged your knees to your chest as you saw the new threads on the internet about Yoongi and you, there were still a lot, but since your last statements it had diminished a little. After everything blew up, both your agency and Big Hit stayed quiet waiting for your confirmation on what to do next, you had kept it that way for a week or so, in which the fans and the press only were motivated to investigate more until they found a video tape on a security camera that showed clearly the two of you holding hands and sharing a few kisses in a parking lot.

You remembered that day, he had just come out of prerecording mcountdown and you had gone there with your manager to discuss a few things about your next stage, while your manager took care of that you had met Yoongi, you had thought that nobody was around and yes you had carelessly showed affection, dating wasn’t easy for neither of you, so you took any chance to share a kiss or to just touch him. You had thought that you could do it without harming anyone, but judging by how the fans reacted when the news went out you had no idea.

You tried to hold it together, but after the video tape was out both of you were the targets of the scorn of the fans, more you than him you had to admit, your fans were protective but his were another deal, maybe because of the fact that he was a man and had more fangirls who had demonstrated to be more extreme. You had been the target of false rumors and accusations ever since, everybody harassed you to say something, anything about Min Yoongi, and you had wanted to be brave and strong and just face the world by his side, tell them that yes you were together and happy, and that you planned to stay that way. But that was just a dream, your agency realized that this could end with your career and thus you had had to say the unthinkable to a media reporter.

“We dated a few times but it wasn’t serious, we are not together”

You had said that without telling him, instead of all the things you wanted to say you had told a lie to save yourself, but that lie had become a fact, you had months without seeing Yoongi.

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Kaiju Attacks Support Group

“Hello, I’m Tal, and welcome to Bringspring’s first ever Kaiju victims support group meeting.” a middle-aged balding man introduced himself.

He was sitting on a lawnchair in the middle of a suburban basement. The place was lit well enough, and relatively furnished, with a nice carpet, some paintings and a TV, but the atmosphere was still dreary.

“10 years ago, Kajuro, the radioactive mega-turtle, attacked my city and destroyed the apartment building I lived in.” Tal shared. “It was only by a miracle that I survived under the rubble. After living 2 years in various refugee camps, the government provided me with this home in Bringspring, where I met my wife, Eliza.” he gestured to the woman who was just done arranging snacks on a nearby table.

In front of him, sitting in similarly cheap chairs, were two more individuals, a man and woman.

“Now, why don’t we all introduce ourselves and our experiences?” he looked at the woman sitting left to him.

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Best Bits of Star Wars Rebels S3 Pt. 2, Ep. 11-20
  • “But he’s no Skywalker.”  “I heard that!”
  • Sabine complaining about how the sandstorm is gonna destroy her armor’s paint job
  • Rex describing the Geonosians as “ugly battle droids that smell”
  • Click Clack the Geonosian that was actually kinda cute and actual Egg Daddy
  • Sabine referencing back to Anakin’s anti-sand speech
  • Sabine giving Ezra the Gibbs Slap
  • The music that starts playing when Ezra gives back Saw’s picture of Steela
  • Forest Whitaker as everyone’s favorite ass, Saw Gerrera
  • Ezra pitying the stormtroopers going up against Sabine on a jetpack mwahahaha
  • The return of AP-5
  • “I’ll be in the command center.”  “Doing what?”  “COMMANDING!”
  • The history of the Darksaber told in 2D animation
  • The mural of the Space Family on the ceiling of Sabine’s room like HOW CUTE WAS THAT
  • Ezra and Kanan snarking at each other about Ezra’s training days in S1 and S2
  • Hera and Kanan being Space Parents
  • The entire time Sabine and Ezra were talking about why Sabine didn’t want to go back to her parents, I kept going “She’s sitting on the Bendu’s foot, isn’t she?”
  • Tiya Sircar giving her all delivering Sabine’s monologue about why she left her family
  • Chopper purring when Sabine patted his head AKA Space Cat confirmed!
  • “Code Name Rukh,” which is not only a reference to the bodyguard that killed Thrawn in the Thrawn Trilogy but also references Kallus
  • KEVIN KINER *slam drops mic*
  • The FPS opening for “Through Imperial Eyes”
  • Kallus’ voice becoming increasingly higher pitched when he yells or is stressed
  • Ezra’s attempt at a British accent
  • The new buddy cop friendship that Hera and Mon Mothma have
    • Like I need this like right now
  • The pretty animation for the nebula
  • Chopper and AP-5 freaking saying the lyrics for “Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better
  • AP-5 interrupting Wedge when all the poor guy wants to do is use the bathroom
  • Hera going full-blown Mama Bear and BLOWING UP AN IMPERIAL SHIP because they tried to compromise Chopper
    • “Like I said, nobody messes with my droid.”  Well damn.
  • AP-5… with a musical number…. what has this world come to?
  • Did anybody realize Josh Gad (AKA OLAF) was the head Imperial Controller?
  • TWIN SUNS.  Just… this episode.  Aasfasgosaghsafa
    • Everything about this episode was perfect.  I actually said out loud to my sister that “that was a damn good episode”
    • Stephen Stanton as Ben Kenobi
      • I’M CRYING
    • RIP Maul.  You will be missed.
    • “Look what has become of you.”  “Look what I have risen above.”  CHILLS
  • Ezra doing the “What?  I can’t hear you!” gesture at the Rebel pilot
  • Chopper exhaling in frustration
  • Kallus hopefully joining the Ghost crew
  • Zeb and Rex being best buds
  • The return of General Dodonna
  • Ezra telling Kanan how he’s changed him for the better and yes Space Family feels
  • Hera calling Kanan “love” again and yes that crashing sound you heard in the distance was my heart flying out the window
  • Ezra now owning the Nightbrother, formally Maul’s ship
    • Fun Fact:  it’s a modified Mandalorian Gauntlet Fighter.  That’s why everybody called it “The Gauntlet” in “Zero Hour”
  • Thrawn saying “It’s beautiful” as he freaking wrecks everything
  • That little smirk Kallus has before knocking out those Stormtroopers in the elevator offscreen
  • Hell hath no fury like a pissed off Bendu
  • Thrawn saying Fulcrum’s code phrase.  Chills.
  • Thrawn meeting the Bendu, who pretty much tells him that his death is iminent
    • Dude, does this mean that we’re gonna see the ysalamir next season?

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Hey Clockie,
After “Room For Ruby"I’ve been seeing a lot of people talking about gems who have their gem on their navel and how they have the capacity to deceive people but they only seem to mention Rose and Navy…excluding Pink Diamond from that list. She has a navel gem too, so does that mean that she also could be deceptive? What are your thoughts?

It also fails to include Steven, Skinny Jasper, numerous aristocrats we see in The Answer, Smoky Quartz, and Rainbow Quartz.

I think that it’s very funny as much as canon has taken a very strong stance that no two people are going to be interchangeable or identical that the fandom puts a lot of emphasis on trying to categorize Gems.

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You’re pregnant

‘‘Mama are you okay?’‘

‘‘Yes dear I’m fine.’‘

The girl didn’t believe her mother , if the dark bags under her eyes and her abnormal exhaustion were anything to go by.

‘‘Can we go home now?’‘

The pink haired women looked towards the stack of paperwork on her desk before answering,thinking that if she stayed any longer her husband will come and get her,and his attempts never ended well for both of them,last time he did that they ended up with a broken desk and being caught in a rather awkward position by one of nurses.

‘‘Yeah come on.’‘

The Uchiha mother and daughter headed out of the hospital towards their home.

‘‘So what were you doing all day?’‘

Sakura said as she seemed to relax after meeting the night air.

‘‘I was just training’‘

‘‘Did you destroy a house or a field in the process?’‘


‘‘What? I gotta ask after you burned our house three years ago and just last week Naruto called me saying he has to talk to me about the training field you destroyed.’‘

‘‘Ok,first of all I didn’t know that the jutsu in that scroll was a fire jutsu ,and secondly,maybe I did pack a little more than necessary chakra into my punch last week.’‘

‘‘A little more!? you destroyed the whole field with one punch.’‘

‘‘Hn,don’t act like you’re not proud.’‘ she said while displaying a sheepish smile.

‘‘I am.’‘ she said.

After a moment of silence Sakura spoke again.

‘‘So Konohamaru told me that you’re getting closer to Mitsuki these days.’‘ she said as she waggled her eyebrows.

‘‘Mama no, me and him are like uncle Naruto and you.’‘

‘‘Hmm,but you do seem to get along much better  with Boruto than before?’‘

‘‘God no,there’s nothing between me and Boruto,he’s so annoying shanaroo!’‘

Sakura laughed as she pulled her daughter towards her by the shoulders,Sakura didn’t miss the redness of the girls face and ears but she decided to give the girl a break and change the subject.

‘‘You ready for tomorrow?’‘

‘‘Hell yeah,I’m gonna kick ass.’‘

‘‘Kakashi mailed me today,he said that he’s going to watch the chunin exams tournament tomorrow.’‘

‘‘Really? then I have to win!’‘

‘‘That’s the spirit Sasa-chan, you can do it Shanaroo!’‘

Both kunoichis raised their fists in the air which got them a few strange looks from the people on the street.

‘‘Hey isn’t that the Sakura Haruno?’‘

‘‘Yeah she is.’‘

‘‘Wow she’s so pretty.’‘

‘‘Come on I want to get her autograph.’‘

‘‘I can’t believe I’m going to meet the strongest kunoichi in the world.’‘

‘Seriously’ Sarada deadpanned as a swarm of people from different villages crowded her mother.




‘Wonder why she’s late? I hope she’s not working I’m not in the mood to go drag her away from her office.’ Sasuke though as he finished slicing the tomatoes.

‘Probably a group of foreigners crowded her,she’s too nice to shoo them away’ he though as he put the tomatoes in the salad,after setting aside a plate for Sarada without tomatoes.

If there’s one thing he will never get about his daughter is her hatred for tomatoes,they’re delicious.

‘‘Papa we’re home.’‘

Sasuke smiled upon hearing Sarada’s voice.

Both of his girls entered the kitchen,one of them a cheery and the other looking like she’s about to collapse.

‘‘Hello darling.’‘

‘‘hey,you should sit down.’‘

‘‘No I’m fine,I’m going to go get a shower, this smells delicious.’‘

Sakura has to admit that she’s a little jealous of her husband’s ability in the kitchen,he has one hand for Kami’s sake and he still cooks better than her.

‘‘Except for the tomato soup.’’

Sasuke shot a glare towards his daughter who smiled.

‘‘Sarada never insult tomatoes in front of you’re father,he’s quite sensitive about that subject.’‘ She said remembering  when she called him mister tomato face when they first started their relationship ,as in when she first started seeing him blush.

‘‘You’re food is going to get cold Sakura.’‘ he said as they made eye contact,she could see the question in his eyes,she nodded to isgnifie that she was fine.

‘‘Yeah just give me five minutes.’‘




‘‘So on what have you been training all day?’‘

‘‘Can’t tell you before the exams.’‘

‘‘Hn,not even a hint?’‘

‘‘You have to wait until tomorrow like everybody else’‘

‘‘Doesn’t the fact that I am your father get me special advantages?’‘

‘‘Yeah,those advantages only apply when my intentions aren’t to surprise you.’‘

‘‘You got me exited now.’‘

‘‘Good.’‘ she said as she moved to set the table.


Her father isn’t as cold as he seems,she came to find that he’s a warm person he just either doesn’t want to show it or has trouble showing it,and he was quite funny too,but his jokes normally came at the form of sarcastic comments at the expense of Sakura or Naruto and sometimes Boruto.

‘‘Hey papa is mama sick?’‘

‘‘No why do you ask?’‘

‘‘I don’t know she’s been acting a little weird lately.’‘

She’s been  a lot more moody than usual lately.

Sasuke was about to answer when Sakura came in.

‘‘Okay let’s dig in.’‘

She was wearing her favorite red shirt,which seemed tighter on her than it was last week.

‘‘Em,mama are you noticing that you’re weight increased?’‘

Sarada picked her words carefully, aware of her mothers moodiness lately.

Sakura shared a look with Sasuke.

‘‘We should tell her now.’‘ he said to his wife who nodded in response.

‘‘Sarada activate you’re sharingan and look at your mother.’‘

She did as she was told,not hesitating to do what her father told her to do.

‘‘Mama you’re chakra is coiling around your stomach as if guarding it and theirs a different chakra than yours around their too.’‘

The girl froze as she figured it out.

‘‘Yo-you’re pregnant?!’‘

Sakura smiled and nodded.

‘‘But how,when,HOW?’‘

A tinge of pink appeared on Sasuke’s face as Sakura face was comparable to Sasuke’s favorite fruit.

Sasuke looked at Sakura before talking.

‘‘I thought you had the talk with her.’‘

‘‘I did when Sai tried to explain sex to her when she was nine.’‘

‘‘Sai what?’‘ he said as a tinge of anger flashed in his eyes,it was safe to say that Sai wasn’t Sasuke’s favorite person in the world.

‘‘I know how but you’re my parents and you’re old!’‘


‘‘How far along are you?’‘

‘‘About six weeks.’‘


Sarada froze for a minute before continuing.

‘‘ A little brother.’‘

‘‘Or sister’‘ Sasuke said.

‘‘I have a feeling it’s a boy.’‘ the girl said still stunned by the revelation.

‘‘Are you unhappy Sasa-chan?’‘

‘‘What?no I’m just surprised that’s it.’‘

A moment passed before a smile found it’s way to Sarada’s face.

‘‘I’m going to be a big sister.’‘

Sakura smiled too, relieved that Sarada is happy.

‘‘Wait,you said you’re 6 weeks along ,six weeks ago was the attack at the chunin stadium,that means that-’‘

Sakura turned red from head to toe as Sasuke covered his face with his hand.

‘‘Eww eww,couldn’t you wait you-you perverts.’‘

‘‘I’m going to my room.’‘ she said as she ran upstairs,Sakura buried her head in her hands,she didn’t want to know what Sarada will do if she told her that the baby was probably conceived in her room since they used it to hide from Boruto who came barging in.

She raised her head when she heard a rare laugh from Sasuke.

‘‘What are you laughing about?’‘

‘‘Well the situation is quite amusing.’‘

Sakura couldn’t help but laugh,cause she has to admit that this situation is funny from an objective point of view,but too bad for her,she’s going to have trouble meeting Sarada’s eye tomorrow.

Thinking about Susan Pevensie

I’ve always thought that the end for Susan was really cruel. She is the only friend of Narnia who can’t go back there, who can’t go to Aslan’s kingdom. They say that’s because she is no longer interested in Narnia, that she doesn’t want to remember it, that she prefers boys and lipsticks. It was like saying that she couldn’t go back to Narnia because she had become selfish. Selfish? Susan the Gentle a selfish person? I’m sorry to doubt that.An I started to think about how she left Narnia, about how she tried to forget it. And I have come to a conclusion.

First of all their lives in Cair Paravel. I am sure she had the hardest time adapting to it. She always had problems to simply believe, unlike her brothers. She had to adapt to live in a world full of magic, full of talking animals and wonderful creatures, but she had a lifetime to do it. And she learned to love all the wonders of Narnia. She was the smartest of the four, with her intelligence she stopped wars. They grew up, she was no longer a child, she was a lady, so pretty and so smart, lots of men longed for her love, maybe she even loved someone. She and Lucy surely would have take care of abused girls and orphaned kids, because the two of them were just so kind. She would probably had became the mother for all those children and maybe she had kids for her own. But one day they went to the woods, found the wardrobe and returned to the real world, leaving everything behind. The four brothers once Kings and Queens from Narnia, grown respected adults had to learn to live as kids again. All of them had a rough time accepting it, all of them had their problems, but I think that Susan had the hardest one, for a lots of reasons (some of them I will add later). She never had been the kind of kid who can adapt quickly to the situations, unlike the others. She had been trying hard to accept that they left Narnia, she was losing the hope of ever returning to their kingdom. As she said “It’s time to accept that we live here”, not because she likes it, but because she tries her hardest to accept England again.

And then they are called again to go back. And I think that deep down she knows that they wouldn’t be able to stay for long, that they will have to go back to England again after all. In all the story of Prince Caspian she tries to not be optimistic about their return, but at the end she starts to hope that they will stay or maybe they will be able to go back again. Her siblings were to happy to notice that, they never lost the hope of returning. They were more childish than her, she was the mature the realistic one, the others never needed to learn to live in Narnia, for them it was natural, they had the ability to adapt to the two worlds.

So back in Narnia she started to have her old hope. But then, after saving Narnia again, after fighting for her land, for her home Aslan told her and Peter that they wouldn’t be able to go to Narnia ever again. And in that instant, she lost it, all her hopes broken, all her dreams again were destroyed. So she decided to move on, she used to be the practical one, the logical but she couldn’t find any logic in longing for something that she would never have. So when they get back to England for the second time, she decided to forget Narnia. She decided to fit in what she was supposed to be, a pretty girl. Of course she denied their adventures in that fantastic land, she couldn’t do otherwise, the pain was so strong. She wasn’t Valiant as Lucy she couldn’t endure her pain of losing everything again. She chose the easiest way but at the same time the hardest one. She left Narnia but she also left her brothers. She denied their adventures, not for finding them foolish and childish, but because she would broke, and she needed to stay strong, for Lucy who never gave up in returning to Narnia, for Edmund who will always blame himself for something that wasn’t really his fault, for Peter who always would be a King despite he would never go back to his kingdom.

But I think there’s something more important than that. I believe that in Narnia there aren’t the same gender roles that in our society. In Narnia she was a Queen, a hero, a warrior, valued by her intelligence and her kindness. She ruled a world where she was someone for herself. She had a voice and everybody listened to it, everybody respected her. She used to be someone, not just for being a Queen, but for being herself. Now she was send to live in a cold and hard world. She would be stuck for live in a world where she was just an object, a beauty pice of jewelry to carry around, she became a price for a pretentious man a speechless picture, nobody listening her, just a girl, a kid, with a great brain wasted in a misogynist society.

Her siblings didn’t see it, again. The boys used to be rulers and used to be listened, just as her, but they were boys, they would grew up and became man, and they will have the option of becoming someone, but not her, she wouldn’t. And then there was Lucy, to young, to pure to realize that. She was like a mother for her siblings, so she decided, she needed to be the “realistic one”, to protect them from the real world. So she left Narnia, so her brothers would be able to dream about a country that loved them. She did everything she could to protect them, and especially, to protect Lucy. She drew all the attention of the society so her little sister would be a kid a little longer, Lucy would dream about a magic land with talking creatures, instead of being afraid of the cruel world. She made herself an object, so Lucy would be a kid as long as it would be possible. But at the bottom of her heart she still missed everything, she missed being smart, she missed being respected by what she was, that’s why she aimed to be in the high society, she wanted to feel loved as a Queen of Narnia, and the closest thing she could have was being admired as a walking beauty. So she became “interested in nothing except lipstick, nylons and invitations”. Her brothers didn’t understand that. They thought she was just being selfish, she is beauty, she likes being admired by others about that trait and that’s all she cares, they thought, and they just saw her like all the society that pushed her in being that, so she became “no longer a friend of Narnia”.

So at the end she never had been selfish, instead she was the most selfless of them. She left Narnia so her brothers could stay.

And here comes the worst part of her story. She loses all her family and friends in a train crash. She always secretly believed in Aslan in his power and his kindness, but when she loses all her brothers she loses it. She can’t believe that Aslan, after all the things that they have done for him and his land haven’t saved her brothers, because of course, she doesn’t know that they are in Aslan’s land. She has lost everything again, and she doesn’t feel strong enough to keep going, but she is a Queen of Narnia, she is the last Queen of Narnia, Susan the Gentle, and she has to keep moving, without the magnificence of Peter, without the justice of Edmund and without the courage of the valiant Lucy. She will have to fight everyday, to keep going, to stay alive, to be the good woman wants her to be, to be the last Pevensie.

vi. Of Sweet Winters and juicy pomegranates

Everybody loves winter. Everybody finds comfort in its blood-thirsty cold, in its dead leaves, in its well-filled gardens. Everything dies in winter, except hope. But who hopes for spring beside the ones who get tired of the cold? Who, enjoying the exquisite gifts that winter handles them in golden plates asks for a humble rose? Hope remains for those who don’t seem to find something to fulfill their hearts, to satisfy their wishes. Hope remains, and with it, the promise of spring, of lime green fields, of daisies and the soft song of birds.

That said, spring was supposed to be soft. Everything should be soft and pure. Everything should be sun and rainbows. Whoever that though different was considered a madman. How come something so delicate could happen from something as terrible as destruction? But spring and gardens, and nature, in general, all comes from chaos. Everything comes back to it. To fire, to emptiness, to bloody fists and painful cries.

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Tony Stark and Wanda Maximoff have in common many life-changing events, most notably the creation of Ultron. However, they react to these occurrences in completely different ways. Here’s a quick analysis of their actions and reactions after the events they have in common :

1)      Getting hit by a Stark Industries mortar shell:

TONY: Has his chest filled with shrapnel. Is tortured by terrorists by means of invasive surgery without anesthesia, followed by waterboarding. Sulks for five minutes. Talks for another five minutes to Yinsen and that’s all he needs to convince himself to fight back. Rises from the ashes. Becomes Iron Man. IMMEDIATELY shuts down weapon manufacturing upon his return home. Ultimately kills Obadiah Stane, who was probably the one who sold the bomb that killed Wanda’s parents to the people who fired it.

WANDA: Loses her parents. Becomes homeless. Becomes a rage-fueled rebel. Vows revenge on the man who owns the factory that built the shell that destroyed her house, but not on the people who fired said shell. Joins HYDRA, a secret Nazi death cult. Lets HYDRA experiment on her to be able to fight Iron Man. Is finally presented with the chance to kill Tony but instead messes with his mind, making him create Ultron. Joins Ultron when HYDRA is defeated.

2)      Parents death:

TONY: Thinks it was an accident. Mourns only his mother, because his father was always a dick to him. Tries to cope, but fails. Becomes a party guy and ginormous asshole as a defense mechanism… until Afghanistan happens. Always tries to make his father proud despite their strained relationship. Meets the man Howard would never shut up about during his childhood, who immediately dislikes him. Is willing to put their differences aside for the greater good on more than one occasion. Finds out in the worst way possible his parents’ death wasn’t an accident. Understandably loses his shit. Tries to avenge them by killing ONE MAN, who… well, is clearly their assassin, despite Rogers yelling “It wasn’t him, Tony!” (It was, brainwashed or not. There’s video proof of that). Also finds out that Cap knew the truth and never told him. Is beaten to a pulp by a supersoldier. Receives a letter from said supersoldier which deserves a place in the Guinness World record as the worst apology ever conceived in the history of mankind. Is still willing to help his former “friend” by subtly telling Ross to fuck off.

WANDA: Is scarred for life by the event (fine, I would be too, but wait before you judge). Grows to hate Tony Stark. Vows revenge (see above). Plans her revenge on the wrong man for something like fifteen years. Grows to hate the other Avengers by association. Decides she not only wants Tony Stark dead, but also all the people he holds dear. Forces Tony to create Ultron instead of killing him. Joins Ultron, whose crimes and other horrible actions she is totally FINE WITH as long as she gets to see the Avengers burn. Understands the errors of her ways upon finding out Ultron’s plan involves Armageddon (big shocker, even Loki or Red Skull would have jumped ship at that point). Decides to join Captain America, but not before warning him that Stark is the real bad guy in all of this… despite her actions being the primary cause for the whole mess.

3)      Creating Ultron:

TONY: Loses JARVIS, the most constant presence in his life for God knows how many years. Sulks. Nearly has a hysteric attack. Takes the blame from everybody (Thor even gets physical) despite only being a tool in Wanda’s hands. Tries to reason with them and justify his actions. Doesn’t tell anyone of the Scarlet Witch-induced hallucination that was his main motive. Doesn’t EVER blame Wanda, not even once. Goes to work to try and fight off Ultron. Sulks with Fury. Keeps trying to fix a mess that is only partly, and indirectly, his. Finds out JARVIS is still alive. Is willing to sacrifice JARVIS to create Vision in order to eliminate Ultron once and for all. Creates Vision. Is willing to sacrifice himself to stop the meteor city in Sokovia. Feels responsible for all the destruction Ultron caused. Retires from the Avengers, with Captain America being the ONLY ONE to wave him goodbye. Takes the blame for the death of Charles Spencer without uttering a single word. Signs the Accords because he wants to be held accountable.

WANDA: Is, without question or shadow of doubt, the real responsible for Ultron’s existence. Is never blamed by anyone. Immediately joins Ultron because he sees him as the instrument of Tony’s demise. Fights with him in Africa. Storms the U-GIN facility in Seoul with him. Finds out his true intentions. Runs away instead of fighting him. Takes her sweet time before joining Captain America into fighting Ultron (and in the meantime Black Widow is kidnapped). Still thinks Tony is the only one responsible. Tries to stop Tony from building the only thing that can stop Ultron, and that also happens to be her future boyfriend. Joins the Avengers only because otherwise the world would end. Half assedly fights Ultron. Understands she’s at least partly guilty (Boy that took long enough) and crawls in a fetal position until Hawkeye talks her out of it. Is trusted with keeping Ultron away from the meteor’s core. Goes off to destroy Ultron Prime, abandoning the core and allowing another Ultron to activate it (Dammit Wanda, you had ONE JOB!). Formally joins the Avengers without anyone questioning, because “poor girl, she was angry and misguided and she just lost her brother”. Is conflicted when the Accords are presented to her despite wanting Tony to answer for his actions (actually his company’s actions, or more probably Stane’s actions). Ultimately goes for the “fuck accountability” line of thought. Keeps prancing around and basking in her supposed moral high ground despite having caused every major disaster in the Avengers’ lives since Project Insight.

4)      Sokovia Accords:

TONY: Agrees to be held accountable for his mistakes. Immediately signs the Accords. Goes with Ross to Avengers facility to try and reason with the others. Confines Wanda to the facility but tries to make it as comfortable as possible for her, even leaving Vision to keep her company. Tries to be the mediator and the voice of reason. Bends over backwards trying to find a middle ground that Rogers would at least hear out. Convinces Ross to let him try to bring Team Cap in after Barnes goes haywire. Is double-crossed by Romanoff. Almost loses his best friend. Doesn’t frame Romanoff. Admits he was wrong to not listen to Steve as soon as he finds evidence of Barnes’ innocence in the Vienna bombing. Takes all the shit Barton, Lang and Wilson throw at him in stride, being considered the only responsible for their imprisonment in the Raft (Ever heard of something called “preventive detention”, guys? What did you expect, a suite at the Hilton?). Immediately goes against the Accords to try and help his “friend”. Ultimately gets his ass handed to him by said “friend” as a result. Moves on trying to fix Rhodey. Doesn’t frame Team Cap. Doesn’t try to get a rematch when given the chance. Basically tells Ross to go fuck himself.

WANDA: Is unsure she should renounce to her independence despite blowing up a building full of people not a month earlier. Reluctantly accepts being held in the facility… until Barton arrives. Talks with Barton for TEN SECONDS and immediately changes her mind. Wastes Vision. Escapes. Joins team Cap. Fights Team Iron Man no holds barred (“you were pulling your punches”). Gets imprisoned. Scowls at the security cams with a murder face as if they were in the wrong and she was in the right. Gets busted out by Rogers. Is granted asylum in Wakanda. Never pays for her part in the events of Leipzig. Or Lagos. Or Sokovia. Or Seoul. Or Johannesburg.

5)      Blame:

TONY: Is blamed for even existing. Never fights back. Only tries to explain his motivations. Always does all he can to make up for his mistakes.

WANDA: Is never blamed. Never apologizes, EVER, to ANYONE, about ANYTHING. Only apologizes to Vision - after he apologizes first - and only because she has the hots for him. Never does anything to make things right.

Draw your own conclusions.

anonymous asked:

My teacher who is a psychologist told me that the show teaches the wrong things because it glamorizes suicide, it teaches to blame everybody else when in reality life is not perfect and there are people who have been through far worse and still go on. It teaches you to be a coward and selfish. Hannah showed traits of a psychopath by killing herself and showing the tapes like it was revenge, that is extremely inconsiderate. 1/2

I know the show is trying to get a message across but it is so poorly executed, it shows the tapes like revenge and that is a horrible thing to do. You can’t just blame everybody that’s the cowards way out. It feels horrible for someone to blame you for something like that. 2/2


Well, obviously from looking at my page, you know that I’m going to disagree with you (which is fine, that’s what makes the world go round, right?). 

I see a lot of this “!3 Reasons Why romanticized suicide and made it so pretty and poetic” but I haven’t seen any examples as to how that is so. I mean, I can understand where you are coming from regarding the whole “tape/revenge” plot and how that could be problematic, but the suicide itself? Not romanticized in the least. It’s messy, and horrifying, and lonely, and nausea inducing. And the repercussions of the act? Those are even messier. You have a kid set to shoot a school, another one who shot himself in the head, a rapist who has faced zero repercussions, a boy who lost the girl he loves and now has absolutely no one, parents who are lost and confused and destroyed over their daughter taking her own life. Nothing is resolved, nothing is fixed by Hannah’s death, nothing comes out of Hannah’s death, everyone is just…damaged. There is the faint possibility of some people changing their behavior (Clay with Skye, Tony, Alex), but most of those kids? Nothing changes for them. And thats real, that’s raw. When things like suicide happen, some people are going to be moved and affected and jarred by the happenings of it, and other people, as terrible as it sounds, just…well, aren’t. 

And suicide is the person who is committing it’s decision and there is no way around that, I agree with you there. But there are multiple instances in the series that a few different characters literally say the words “Hannah took her OWN life, that at the end of the day, is no one’s fault but her own”. Yet at the same time, what the show is trying to do with the tapes and with the idea that “Everyone killed Hannah Baker” is to make a statement about bullying, and about the effects of how  caught up we get in our own lives, how we care too much about what other people will think about us and how that causes us  to sit down when we should be standing up for what’s right. And that’s an important lesson to learn- for the teens and even in regards to school administrations. For me, some of the most powerful moments are when Clay and Alex are challenging the school for their “glossing over” the issues of Hannah’s death and not really doing anything to change the situation. 

And of course life is not perfect. But dude…Hannah was bullied, made out to be a school slut, had no friends and then was RAPED. Do people “Go through worse”? Sure, but what she went through was pretty fucking horrific. Being raped, especially at such a young age, and then witnessing another rape of someone who is considered to be your friend? And then to not be able to talk to anyone about that, or have anyone listen? I’m not saying that should drive someone to suicide, but for someone who was already mentally struggling, it absolutely could. 

It kind of honestly disgusts me that your teacher is telling you that basically people who have suicidal tendencies are selfish and cowards and over dramatic. People who go through that are really suffering. And while I understand the argument that Hannah’s mental illness was not clearly highlighted enough throughout the series, and agree that if they had done so, it would have been a  better balance of it being both her own personal demons as well as the treatment from those around her, it’s kind of jaw dropping that your teacher seems to be doing exactly what the show tries to explain teachers shouldn’t do, which is once again, gloss over the issues and just brush it off like anyone who commits suicide is just some selfish dramatic loser. 

Suicide is one of the leading causes of death for teenagers. So whether you agree with the reasons Hannah took her life or not, or think that people who commit suicide are selfish or not- it’s still happening. And if we just ignore it and turn the other cheek and roll our eyes at everyone who is crying out for help then we are part of the problem. And that is exactly what the show is trying to prove. Why in this world can we show so little patience, so little compassion for people who are fighting inner battles, mental illnesses, struggling to find light in a dark time? Why can’t we just reach out a hand and even if we can’t empathize, sympathize. Why can’t we start giving more of a shit, and try to change things? 

Hannah Baker wasn’t perfect. Personally, I think the show highlighted that. I didn’t “just feel bad for”- there were times where she really pissed me off and I thought she was being a brat. But that doesn’t take away the fact that she was clearly suffering and no one cared enough to change how they treated her, and she didn’t care enough to change how she treated herself. It’s a domino effect. And it’s very, very real. 

The show isn’t perfect. But it’s saying something. And people are talking about things that need to be talked about. This show knew that it was going to face criticism from certain people who didn’t agree with how things were being portrayed because we all view entertainment from a different perspective. But they did it anyway, and it’s making a difference. And that’s all that matters, when it comes down to it. 

But that’s just me.