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Naruto’s Fatherhood

Okay, I’ve been seeing this whole idea going around for a while and felt the need to address it. A main point in the Boruto movie/series is that Boruto is frustrated with Naruto for not being around due to his Hokage duties. This leads to many fans assuming that Naruto is a bad father by choice. Let’s begin.

Naruto was inaugurated as Hokage after his kids were born. They were both young when this happened, so why is this relevant? Because Naruto had more time on his hands to spend with them, being a father, as he continued chasing his dream. What does this mean? Boruto and Himawari have experienced Naruto’s fatherhood before and after him taking the title of Hokage. 

For children who have consistently been ignored by a parent, it’s safe to assume that by the time they are 11 or 12, they’ve become accustomed to it. Why then, would a child who is accustomed to being ignored and neglected, be so upset about that fact when it’s all they know? Let me remind you all of this scene here at the end of The Last: 

Does this look like a bad father to you? They both attack him, and he receives them with open arms. He suggests a snowball fight, giving in immediately to their request. Children who’ve been ignored wouldn’t feel so carefree as to run into their parent’s arms, demanding that the parent play with them. Is it really that difficult then to make the connection that Naruto, who wanted nothing more than a bond, a family, someone who would receive his love and reciprocate it, gave his kids all of the free time that he had? This brings me to conclude this:

When all of that changes after Naruto becomes increasingly busy in his new position as Hokage, Boruto doesn’t understand how to cope with these feelings because he’s never felt that way before. This is the best explanation for his behavior then. He’s openly upset because he feels as though Naruto suddenly forgot about them, because he’s not getting the same attention he once was. Let me point you to this scene here, in Boruto the Movie where Boruto is looking at all of the photographs in Naruto’s study. 

In all of the photographs leading up to the one farthest right, appearing to be the most recent, Naruto is present and they all appear incredibly joyful. This only solidifies the idea that Naruto had been a wonderful father up until his Hokage inauguration. 

Naruto, on the other hand, has finally achieved his lifelong dream, and being someone who puts everything they have into everything they do, he works hard at his job because it was he who worked so hard to create the peace that he now has the task of maintaining. Is he perfect? No. Naruto has never had to balance family life and work life. He’s always been alone, never having to consider others in his decisions. It’s not difficult to understand then, that Naruto genuinely wouldn’t have understood the implications this would have for his family.

Naruto has never learned how to be any type father, good or bad. He has no example to follow or deviate from. When you’ve never experienced something for yourself, how are you to act upon the situation when it arises? At some point, Boruto brought up his feelings to Naruto in some way, probably through an angry outburst. So how does Naruto handle it? He over-exhausts himself, trying to make everyone happy by maintaining his shadow clones all day in order to get the maximal amount of work done possible and keep his kids from totally hating him. For someone who has desired nothing more than the acknowledgment of those around him since day 1, this behavior makes sense. 

I mean, the disappointment he feels when he’s messed up again? He’s trying his best with nothing to guide him. He sends Boruto congratulatory e-mails, he gives him a pep talk, he wants Boruto to feel acknowledged. Is this the best way to go about it? Maybe not, especially compared to the attention he must’ve given his kids before his new position. But, I sincerely doubt that Naruto is a bad father, nor does he want to be one. It’s a difficult situation for them. The new Boruto series is currently set before the Boruto movie during their academy days, so this must be during the onset of Naruto’s run as a Hokage. Therefore, that scene in today’s episode where he goes straight to bed after coming home is probably before Boruto brings his frustration to his father’s attention, so Naruto is probably unaware of the way his kids are feeling. 

However, Boruto quickly comes to understand Naruto and his struggles when he witnesses him fight the Otsusukis during the movie. Faced with the prospect of losing his father completely, his eyes have been opened to some of the difficulties Naruto faced in his youth. He decides that Naruto shouldn’t have to face more difficulties from the people he loves the most. He comes to terms with the situation by the end of Boruto the Movie, eventually accepting that this is the situation that they are in, and that he’s going to have to make the best of it. 

And if his own son can accept that this is Naruto’s new fatherhood, I don’t see why you guys can’t. 

TL;DR, Naruto’s fatherhood definitely has some bumps in the road, there’s no denying that. However, his intentions as a father are clear, and those are that he loves his kids and wants them to be happy, like a GOOD father would.


See you in a year Geoffrey… 

WHY’S THIS SO SAD AND EMO WHAT HAPPENED HERE,,, no but… imagine geoff’s leaving the fake ah crew for a while too and this is gonna be their last ride together for that period of time!!!! a reminder of what they’ve achieved together as a crew, they run this town, shape up man! …. also it was just an excuse to draw a sunset


Who Killed Markiplier Thoughts.

Just managed to watch it now and I need to get all my thoughts out rn while they’re fresh.

The Colonel and the Mayor? Two new egos maybe or two existing egos in disguise? The Colonel definitely reminds me of Warfstache, but the Mayor I don’t really see a connection to any of the other egos. Perhaps Dark though, since we know he’s good at playing a part, he does so well in ADWM.

Going off the plot to CLUE the film based on Cluedo that came out in 1985 (and there are spoilers for the film here so if you haven’t seen it and want to don’t read this part) the butler was the one who killed the “victim” because of blackmail that his master had about him…or something along those lines but I think it’s a little too obvious to think that Mark and Teamiplier would go along the same plot line as an already existing film.

The Fnaf noises during the security cam scene was freaky but also potentially something? Like maybe pointing to something more sinister happening in the house? But at least we know who Little Buddy is now, but not why he has a KILL mode. 

Honestly it sort of gave more questions that it did answers, but there was so much there for theorising with:

The Colonel shows a “two pair” hand in the drunk scene, which is the third lowest hand you can have in Poker, but with Aces included it can be a winner. So, there’s potential motive there, and from his “narration” of what happened when Mark died, there does seem to be some animosity between them for some reason, whether it’s from that night or something in the past.

We know the Mayor, the Colonel and Mark have known each other a long time, considering the argument that the Mayor and the Colonel have, and the Colonel states he does care, he’s just not crying over Mark’s death. He’s the quickest to really want to help, and the only one to give a proper “idea” of how Mark died, but he admits it’s all speculation, and he would be a likely suspect, since he is seen with a gun in the drunk scene, and in the original game of Cluedo, Colonel Mustard was normally portrayed as a hunter. He also fills his gun with only one bullet, like Russian Roulette. 

Later in the scene as well, we see the Detective with a look of despair on his face, and it looks like a continued scene of the one where the Colonel shows his two pair. It could still point at motive, if he thought he had a good hand and then Mark turned around and beat him, especially since in the “narration” Mark has a lot of poker chips in front of him.

The Detective has a few scenes where he seems to be involved in violence, there are a few scenes where he has a sort of angry expression when looking at us the viewer, and he does fight with the Colonel as well (although the Colonel wins because he has him in a choke hold), so this video did set up really well that any one of them could be suspects. 

My gut feeling tells me that the Chef knows more than he’s letting on, but I don’t think hes involved with a murder. And the butler is not as methodical, nor as “innocent” as he seems. Why take us down to the wine cellar? For no other reason than there was a broken bottle which he then proceeded to freak out over? It just seems strange.

And the Mayor seems to be painted as an innocent one, going to do work before the body appears, arriving last into the room (bar the Colonel) and then needing some time because of his “childhood friend”. But he also says, “I’m not entirely sure what we’re supposed to be celebrating here, I mean, it’s good to have the gang back together, but out of the blue like this seems-.” and then he cuts off. So he clearly has thoughts on what’s happening, but he doesn’t want to share them for whatever reason. 

The arrival of @whokilledmarkiplier is interesting as well, especially since the Jims show up? So are the egos going to play a bigger part in all of this as well? Are they investigating Mark’s murder, or are the Jim’s providing us the viewer with vital clues? If Mark has known the Mayor at least since childhood, could it be something the other egos have set up to get to him? Is Mark even actually dead, or is it a ploy to get one of the other characters?

So many questions.

I loved the entire thing though it was amazing done. Kudos to @markiplier and Teamiplier for everything in it, the shots were amazing, the acting was great and it was hilarious. 

Especially the broken bottle scene. 

Okay, okay, but can you all imagine what Yondu and Peter would be like if they are among themselves and, for once, agree on something. Like, for example, when they both agree that the people they are dealing with are douchebags.

Can you imagine the pure level of sass and trolling that would entail. They would be the troll-tag team.

When they are trying to get information from someone, Yondu is letting his arrow lazily circle his head and Peter just friendly reminds their opposite that Yondu is not someone you want to deal with when he’s angry.

“I mean, dude, I totally get that you don’t want to talk, everyone has their secrets, but you see, this guy here? He doesn’t understand the word privacy.”

“Ain’t got time for no privacy in my life.”

“See what I mean? And you know what he does with people who don’t want to tell him their secrets? He does horrible things, let me tell you. Like, boy, I’m traumatized over here. Got a lot of issues from that.”

“That ya do. Lots of ‘em.”

“I mean, last time? Yondu, was that last time when you let that guy dangle out the airlock for a while?”

“Naw, s’ was the time before that. Last time was the guy with the arrow.”

“Ooooh, the arrow. The arrow you sent up his…”

“Yeah, that one.”

“Oh, ouch, yeah, that was ugly.”

“Took me hours ta clean that arrow up again, lemme tell ya, son.”

“I can so imagine that. Where were we? Oh right. I think this nice person here wanted to tell us something, right?”


Or someone tries to intimidate them in a bar, Peter and Yondu nursing their drinks at the counter, not even blinking at the threat and continuing their conversation like,

“Eugh, this tastes horrible.”

“Told ya. Don’t’cha drink somethin’ again that makes ya puke.”

“I’m not the one ordering the drinks, old man.”

“Ya keep drinking my stuff. And I keep orderin’ drinks to get’cha away from the poor ladies over there.”

“Aw man. Killjoy.”

“Gimme the drink, boy.”

And Peter hands him the drink with an exasperated hand gesture and a little bow – and Yondu proceeds to pour it over the guy that threatened them.

“Darn shame for the booze!”

“You owe me a drink,” laughs Peter, grinning like a maniac as he and Yondu roll over the countertop and behind the counter and the first whistle pierces the air.


Or them being chased by the police and one of the officers goes like, “Yondu Udonta! Surrender now, or we will open fire!”

Peter and Yondu make that confused-grimace they unconsciously share – eyebrow rising, whole expression being “WTF” – and look at each other.

“The hell he thinkin’ we are?”

“I have no idea. Perhaps he’s new?”

“Ain’t teachin’ the newbies right anymore, they ain’t.”

“You are so right with that. It’s a shame.”

“We gonna show ‘em, boy?”

“You bet.”

And they proceed to escape flawlessly, albeit in the most crazy way ever seen, and Peter flips the officers off with a brilliant smile as Yondu flies them out of there.

Just – Yondu and Peter trolling the hell out of the whole galaxy, not taking anything too serious, and having the time of their lives with it.  


yoon jisung

GOGH, THE STARRY NIGHT - such a cute drama!! 1000/10 would recommend. is just like jisung because its cute and adorable, has some really funny arguments, and the jokes?? are a+. also the lead guy is so caring even though he acts like he’s not, reminds me a lot of jisung

ha sungwoon

HIGH SOCIETY - proves that even if you aren’t the biggest, you can still be the best. the main couple is literally trash, SO boring. but the secondary leads are super cute, the only reason you should watch it. the lighthearted humor reminds me of everyone teasing sungwoon (’: plus park hyungsik is pretty hot

hwang minhyun

LOVE IN THE MOONLIGHT - only the best for emperor hwang. okay but this drama is historical because minhyun is a literal prince, and although this drama isn’t as perfect as him, i feel that its a very good comparison. whenever i think of that one scene in the royal library, i think of minhyun

ong seongwoo

STRONG WOMAN DO BONG SOON - okay. so seongwoo is literally ahn minhyuk. if park hyungsik wasn’t cast as the role, he would fit just as perfectly in it. this drama might as well be the story of seongwoo’s life – attractive, silly, a bit outlandish, and overall super sweet and funny

kim jaehwan

DREAM HIGH - when i watched this drama, i thought it was a bit cringey. jaehwan is super cringey. besides that, i think this drama fits him because it’s literally about a bunch of talented kids… and jaehwan is pretty talented. i just sort of imagine that if he had a cameo in this show, it would seem like he’s a lead

kang daniel

REPLY 1997 - the sort of coming of age story that seems like daniel would take part in. tooootally see him pining after a girl like seo inguk does here, although i’m not sure he would be as tsundere about it. this is the only drama that reminds me of him, also its set in busan so perfect match? i think yes

park jihoon

HEALER - just like him, this drama seems all serious and intricate and is actually just full of dorky moments. jihoon strikes me as the kind of person who would watch this drama and then try to do all the stunts that ji changwook does in here and then fail miserably. woojin would watch and laugh

park woojin

SASSY GO GO! - this drama screams woojin. it’s set in high school, so he fits it, and it’s a light, uncomplicated story about dancing and falling in love along the way. woojin is definitely this show because of his strong moral compass and undeniable passion for dancing

bae jinyoung

MY SHY BOSS - you can’t tell me that this drama isn’t the embodiment of bae jinyoung. okay, sure, his shyness isn’t so bad that he literally can’t show his face in public, but he is pretty timid. although this drama has a very far-fetched storyline, i still thought it was a little cute (if not infuriating) at times

lee daehwi

AGE OF YOUTH - daehwi’s spirit animal is jiwon, the sassy girl who’s always there to make life more interesting. again, this drama is super cute, and although it doesn’t have a plot twist around every corner, is perfect the way it is. gives off a youthful (obviously) vibe that fits daehwi perfectly

lai guanlin

THE LIAR AND HIS LOVER - a cute, innocent drama that is undeniably cringey, but in a good way. just like guanlin!! he reminds me a lot of joy’s character with her enthusiasm about everything, and their cute lil smiles. plus the cast is super attractive, just like guanlin himself is


Black Hat x Fem! Reader

A/N: You know…I thought this was pretty cute and funny. And honestly super real! Writing stuff like this for BH is hard though, cuz I just think of him as such a grump. I don’t know, I feel like I bent the character a bit, but it’s cute so I stand by it!!!!
Still, hope you don’t mind that I changed the smelling thing a bit. Don’t explicitly state it, but I’m not saying that’s what he does. Also to the Anon who jumped through my window, I do hope you’re okay x)&, maybe next time take the evil stairs or something. Here we go!! If the concept of a period makes you uncomfortable (the actual experience makes me uncomfortable, I’ll tell you what!) then maybe skip this one!

Oh what a lovely morning!

Or at least it would be if your cramping abdomen would quit reminding you that you were currently visiting with your “Aunt Flow”. You rummaged through drawers in one of the many hallways, trying to find that elusive heating pad. If Flug cannibalized another one for one of those inventions then so help you…

Unfortunately for him Black Hat wandered into your presence. He tipped his hat at you, a sign to all the world that you held his respect…and if he were to be honest with himself, you held much more than that.

He watched you for a moment, turning his head quizzically as he attempted to figure something out.

“Are you okay?” He asked, apparently able to tell that you were bleeding either from his inhuman ability to sense blood or from the fact that you had one hand over your cramping abdomen and a bit of a pained expression on your face.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “Just my monthly subscription to Satan’s waterfall….”

“I don’t think I have that one…” Black Hat said, looking up to the ceiling, as if trying to recall actually subscribing to such a thing. You looked up at him and squinted a bit with impatience.

“I mean that I’m on my period.” You replied bluntly, “And it sucks.”

Black Hat did not know what a period was. He’d heard of women getting them, but he never actually cared about one until now.

“Well they are a special kind of torture.” You sighed, looking back to him. His eyebrows raised with interest at the mention of torture.

“Pray tell.” He grinned evilly as he said it, and you blushed a bit.

“I-I’m just going to be in pain and bleeding for a few days.” You stuttered, suddenly focused on the drawer, “Don’t worry about it.”

Bleeding? That explained a bit…

“Why are you bleeding?!” Black Hat asked, seeing no signs of harm done to you, yet he could sense something was off. A rare bit of concern lined his words.

You looked up at him again. He really didn’t know what you were talking about, “Go ask Flug, was your response, "I have Advil to take and a heating pad to find!”

Black Hat sighed and left you alone in the hallway, impatiently stalking to Flug’s lab where he could get some real answers.

You sighed in relief, glad that the not-exactly-but-still-a-man you secretly adored was no longer there to trick you into saying something stupid. Not that you needed help. You always seemed to say something stupid in front of that hat wearing boss of yours.

Black Hat walked down the hallway a bit faster than normal. Y/n was in pain, and this troubled him. He suddenly understood why caring about someone was something he hadn’t done before. It was so much work.

Still, he couldn’t help himself around y/n. Something in her eyes, her sarcasm, her enthusiasm for evil made him like her more each day, and for some reason knowing she was in pain bothered him.

“Dr. Flug!!” He yelled into the lab, watching with a bored expression as the bagged scientist dropped something in surprise.

“Y-yes, B-b-black Hat?” Flug asked as Black Hat approached him.

“I need you to explain something to me.” Black Hat said, pushing aside the torn apart heating pad so that Flug could only focus on answering his questions.

Flug’s response did nothing to him down. Black Hat became apprehensive simply knowing that y/n was bleeding, let alone learning that accompanying that was cramping, then knowing that she was being chemically assaulted by her own body. At one point Demencia bounced in, happily adding detail to how severe or light symptoms could be. She more heavily expressed the severe.

How was y/n even still walking around? What was wrong with her?!?


20 minutes or so passed and still no sign of a heating pad. You let out a large, exasperated sigh. Where did it go? Why was it gone? You’d left it with your other feminine products, so why wa-

The sudden sensation of being picked up broke up your thoughts, and you looked up to see Black Hat…carrying you bridal style.

“What are you doing?” You asked, frustrated and concerned. He’d been unusually nice lately….

“What are you doing?!” He replied, sitting down on the couch with you in his lap, “Do you even comprehend what is happening to you at this moment?”

“Yes, and that’s why I-”

“Wanted a heating pad?” He finished, mentally noting to punish Flug for taking it later. You nodded, and squirmed a bit as he held you in his lap, “Well,” Black Hat smiled, “I don’t have a heating pad, but I can do this.”

He stuck his hands over the candles on the side table for a second, absorbing the warmth from the fire before placing one hand over your stomach and one on the small of your back. You let out a relieved sigh as the heat relaxed your muscles. This was nice.

But Black Hat was never nice to anyone.

“Are you okay?” You asked him, this person treated you too well to actually be your boss.

“I’m fine.” He said with a blank face towards the TV. You nodded, but then leaned into him, not seeing the sudden blush on his cheeks. He was warm, and you smiled.

Caring about someone was a lot of work, but as long as caring about you made him feel like this, Black Hat decided, he would make an exception.

Daughter-Sirius Black Imagine

Request: Hey, can you do a Sirius x Reader where Sirius comes back from Azkaban and finds out that he and the reader have a daughter and that she’s exactly like him when he was younger, but looks like the reader? 

Warnings: none

Hope you all enjoy! xo

“Are you sure I look okay?” you asked nervously, smoothing down your hair in the mirror.

“You look wonderful, Y/N. He’ll be so happy to see you,” Remus replied, chuckling lightly. You nodded and took a deep breath, walking over to the stairs to call for your daughter.

“Adelaide! Come downstairs, he’ll be here any minute!” you yelled. She came bounding down the stairs, her dark curls falling in her face. She blew them away with a quick puff, and twirled around for you and Remus.

“What do you think, mum? Uncle Remus?” Adelaide asked.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” you said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were a princess,” Remus said. 

“Oh please, uncle Moony, I am a princess,” she replied, giggling as she gave him her best royal wave. He bowed dramatically, and she curtsied, tugging on the ends of her skirt.

“I have no doubt about that,” you teased, and Adelaide stuck her tongue out at you. Someone knocked gently at the door, and you nearly jumped. “It’s him. What are you waiting for, Remus? Go get it!” You pushed him towards the door, nervously shuffling behind him.

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Prodigy Lance Fic part 2!

It was all Keith’s fault. Lance always acted as though he wanted to beat Keith in everything at the Garrison, declared him his rival. He never really meant it. He felt like he had to convince the others that he seriously wanted to be the greatest fighter pilot the Garrison has every seen, so what better way to challenge the one who was the top of their class. It was all in harmless fun until Kieth was kicked out of the Garrison. Lance wasn’t exactly sure what he did, but he knew it had something to do with the Kerberos Mission and Shiro. Even Lance had looked into the mission and the flight strategies they used, and he must admit, something about it didn’t add up. It felt as if they were covering up something. Regardless, he didn’t interfere in fear of losing his funds from the Garrison. His family came first after all. Of course, Lance wasn’t completely heartless. Shiro had been like an older brother to Keith, so Lance tried to get closer to the pilot (even though he did have an outdated 80s hairstyle), set aside his facade of being his rival, and tried to even become his friend. But every time Lance tried to talk or even be friendly to the guy, he was met with silence. Ignored even. It stung, but Lance really didn’t blame Keith because he had been pestering him for the past months relentlessly because of the whole rival thing. It wasn’t unexpected, but it still hurt.

But then he had to go and get himself kicked out. Lance received the letter when he was with his family for the summer. When he read that he was promoted to fighter pilot class, his heart sank. He never wanted to fight. He just wanted to support his family and admire space. The Garrison stated in the letter that they expected him to take this position in hopes to better understand how the ships operated and flew in order to make more efficient flight plans and battle tactics, and if he refused, they would have to take “minor financial cuts in a department that would affect all funds and grants to students.” Lance didn’t need to be smart to read in between the lines and understand the threat.

“That’s another mission failed, McClain! If you can’t pass a simple flight battle simulation, how to you expect to protect your family, let alone Earth! Kogane could’ve passed this in his sleep! You’ll never be a fraction of a pilot he was!” Yep. That one stung. Lance had to walk away; he could feel the heat behind his eyes, water starting to gather. He quickly walked to his and Hunk’s room and laid on his bed with his face buried in his pillow. Frustrated tears fell from his eyes. *I don’t even want to BE here. Why does everyone have to remind me of how shitty of a pilot I am and how oh so great and amazing Keith is.* The tears began to fall faster from his eyes. *I just want to go home.* Lance heard the room open. He kept his face hidden, already knowing who it was. He felt a hand on his shoulder and finally looked up. Hunk just gave him a sad smile and opened his arms. Lance chocked out a sob and threw himself into Hunk’s arms. Hunk gently rocked him until he finally began to calm down. “Don’t listen to Iverson, Lance. Don’t listen to anyone. They’re all just a bunch of cottonheaded ninnymuggins.” That caused a laugh to break the stream of sniffles. “Really Hunk? The movie Elf?” “What? Will Farrell was exquisite in that movie and I think it was an appropriate word to use.” “Yeah, Hunk. It was. Oh, and Hunk?” “Yes Lance?” “Thanks, Buddy.” “You’re welcom-…Lance? Was that a pun?” Hunk deadpanned. “Hey, did you hear that? Looks like Pidge needs us for something, and you know I’d do anything for dat boi.” “LANCE!!” Lance runs out of the room with Hunk chasing after him, cackling loudly along the way.

Hey guys! Here’s part two! I hope y'all enjoy it! If any of you have any questions or comments, they are always welcome! Also, side note, anybody have any ideas of what to name this fic? I’m open to anything!

Angel (IV)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jackson

Rating: 18+ (mentions of sex, depictions of medical trauma)

Word Count: 4,466

Summary:  You’re a medical intern, always a perfectionist and used to being the best at everything you do. Jackson Wang is the male nurse beloved by everyone and constantly on your nerves. When you two are brought together, it could be the best or the worst thing that’s ever happened.

Originally posted by kookihyunnie

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anonymous asked:

Because I'm a horrible person who lives off of angst I started thinking about something similar to Emperor Stark in AA, and Steve's going to fight Tony and not everyone's sure he can do it, and Nat brings up "you know, that's exactly what Tony said abt Arsenal, and we ALL know how that turned out, and you didn't really look ready to fight him last time this happened" then Steve and Tony fight and it's SAD and people almost die on both sides. So, yeah, I'll just leave this here.

nonny……………why do you like Pain™

but wait holy shit this actually reminds me of the (arguably) most heartbreaking scene of the AA season 3 finale:

Steve is the ONLY one who doesn’t raise his weapon to fight. What does he do instead? He shields his face. He chooses to defend rather than attack. He can’t bring himself to. How could he, when the choice involves sacrificing the man he loves?

So Smile


Song or quote: Smile by Mikky Ekko
Who: Peter Parker

And time will eventually knock on my door
And tell me I’m not needed around anymore
But he’ll hold me so close at the end of the day
When I’m quiet I can nearly hear him say
Smile, the worst is yet to come.
We’ll be lucky if we ever see the sun
Got nowhere to turn, and we’ve got nothing but time
But the future is forever, the future is forever
So smile, so smile, so smile.

[Y/N] shot up out of dead sleep, her heart pounding, the sound of what sounded like an elephant slamming into her bedroom scared the living daylights out of her. She scanned her room, her eyes still cloudy from having just woken up. [Y/N] heard the moaning and groaning of a particular person who meant the absolute world to her coming from just below her bedroom window. 

“Peter?” She gasped as she threw the covers off of her and scrambled towards him. She clapped her hands three times to turn on the lamp just beside them. Her heart stopped as the light illuminated the cuts and bruises tainting his skin. “Oh, Peter.” [Y/N] said softly. Bringing him up on her bed gently, she rushed to her bathroom to grab the first aid kit she had started to keep under her sink. 

She worked on him for about an hour, taking her time and instructing him to stay still and being mindful of the pain he must be feeling. After she was done, she tied up the trash-bag of bloody cotton balls and gauze and sat down in front of him on her computer chair. 

[Y/N] gave him a soft smile as she ran a hand gently over his cheek. “Smile, love.” 

“Why?” He mumbled as he winced in trying to remove his spider suit.

Getting up, she walked over towards her closet and pulled out a tshirt and pajama pants that she also so conveniently started keeping. “Because the worse is yet to come and tomorrow will be a better day.” 

Peter groaned out in pain but stomached the rest of it and threw on the clothes [Y/N] had handed him. “I almost got killed, [Y/N].” He said bitterly, “Literally. I swear I even died once and then came back to life in time to get away.” 

“Well, this is the life you wanted to live, Peter.” She said softly, sitting back down in her chair, she scooted up close. Grabbing his hands, she laced them with hers. “I promised you that I would always be your light because you told me that it’s easy to give up in the middle of these fights. Now, it’s not easy to see you like this, believe me. It’s taking everything I have to not cry because I’m afraid for you. But I can’t show it because I made a promise to always be positive and to keep you coming home.” She brushed her lips against his for a moment, “Time will knock on your door and when it does, I’ll be sad but I know that you wanted this and I can’t change who you are because what kind of person would that make me? An awful and selfish one. And I’m not like that even though I want to be. I’m here,” scooting a little closer, “to remind you to smile and that yes, you almost died tonight and as much as I would love to convince you to never go back out again, I can’t and you know you can’t.” 

Peter swallowed hard, fighting the pain, he wrapped his arms around her tight. Using his aching muscles to hold her against him. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he mumbled against her skin, “So smile. That’s what I have to do, just smile.” 

“Just smile,” [Y/N] repeated. 

equalskiersten  asked:

Hello! Can I request a lotidge ficlet please? Where Lotor spies on the paladins and makes comparisons between Pidge and who his mother used to be?

Amazing prompt, here you go!


Lotor leaned forward on his folded hands.

“Kitty cats got you feeling down?”

Lotor sighed, “No.”

“Ezor, leave Prince Lotor to his work,” Acxa warned.

“It’s fine,” Lotor responded.

He turned his chair around to face his generals.

“Tell me, does this one remind you of anyone?”

The screens behind him showed various collected footage of one of the paladins.

“The green one?” Ezor questioned.

“They’re rather small,” Zethrid noted, “and nimble. Like a cat!”

“No, not that,” Lotor responded, “I mean…”

He hit a button and one of the videos resumed playing. The green paladin worked quickly at a computer while explosions rang in the background.

“Pidge!” a voice yelled in the distance.

“Five more seconds!” the green paladin responded.

“She’ll get it done, don’t worry,” another unseen voice added.

“Don’t worry about dying?” the first voice responded.


Cheers followed her announcement. Lotor stopped the video.

“Despite not being Galra and, presumably, only recently beginning to work with our language and technology, she’s been able to overcome all of our security systems.”

“She’s clever,” Narti commented.

“Not unlike yourself,” Acxa added.

“No, it’s different. Her mind works like a machine. Calculating, logical…”

He paused before turning back to his monitors. Lotor pulled up more footage of the green paladin and studied the videos. They were muted, as to not disturb his generals’ work, but he saw the emotion in her eyes without ever having to hear her voice. She looked so alive as her hands flew over keys and she broke into the Galra ships. She looked so intelligent. So beautiful. It ate at him.

The expression she wore on her face reminded him of something so familiar and yet so distant. The memory was out of his grasp, too faded to bring forth. For some reason, he could not let it go.

“Perhaps,” a soft voice behind him interrupted his thoughts,“ she reminds you of the scientist Honerva.”

Suddenly everything clicked. Lotor remembered the images that danced in the corners of his mind. The images of Honerva that he’d played over and over as a child. The green paladin reminded him of *that woman*, the one that was so far out of his reach and yet so close. The woman that was once his mother.

Surely, the paladin rivaled his mother in beauty, but that was not all. In all the recordings, Honerva held the same spark in her eyes that the green one had. And they both shared such a deep love for the ways of science and the quest of unlocking new information. As a child, Lotor longed to meet Honerva and experience her warmth and laughter for himself, but fate had arranged things differently. That woman was a piece of history, replaced by the witch that was Haggar. The woman his mother had been was long gone…but the green paladin wasn’t.

“Will she too be driven towards madness?” he wondered. “Or will she aid me in finding a cure.”

He glanced up at Acxa who stood beside him, quietly monitoring his silence and responded, “I have decided on a new course of action, will you trust me?”

“Now and forever, Prince Lotor. Vrepit sa.”

“Vrepit sa,” he repeated back to her.

“It’s time to meet the green paladin.”

Mornings at the Manor…

Tim: *wakes up, yawns, stretches, sees “3:30” on his phone clock*


Tim: Uh. What are you doing here?

Roy: *bruised, bloodied, in a tattered Arsenal uniform, and perched on the window sill*

Roy: Your brother’s gonna wake up mad at me. When he does, be sure to remind him who his best friend is.

The Girl In The Serpent Jacket

Word Count: 2377

    A/N: okay so I got two requests from jishwadunwityou and fandom-quote on Tumblr that were super similar so I decided to just write them together! I hope you enjoy this! Much love ️

Originally posted by burgerheadjones


    “There she goes again, it’s every day with this girl!” Cheryl exclaimed, watching with Veronica, Betty, Kevin, Josie, and Archie as Y/N Cierra walked by, sporting her Southside Serpents jacket.

    “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her without it on.” Archie commented, and everyone nodded, agreeing.

    “Who and what?” Jughead asked, walking up to the group as Y/N turned the corner into another hallway.

    “Y/N Cierra and her Serpent jacket.” Betty said, and Jugheads face lit up.

    “Y/N Cierra, I haven’t heard that name in forever. How do you know her, and how do you know she wears a serpent jacket?” Jughead asked, and everyone turned to him, trying to read his face to see if he was kidding or not.

    “You’re kidding right?” Kevin asked, and Jughead shook his head slowly.

    “Of course he isn’t. That boy doesn’t ever look up from his laptop long enough to notice anything in this school.” Josie said, earning a few chuckles from people in the group.

    “Jug, Y/N goes to school here, she has for a long time. Although it’s hard to notice because she’s gone a lot, probably off breaking the law with her Serpent buddies.” Cheryl explained, and Jughead nodded, his gaze falling down the hallway where the gang was staring before he came over.

    “How do you know Y/N Cierra?” Veronica asked, but Archie answered for him.

    “She was part of our little gang years ago, you know, before she joined an actual gang.” Archie replied, and Betty nodded.

    “Her and Juggie here were best of friends, but Y/Ns family started going through some tough times, her dad picked everything up and left, and her mom didn’t know what to do, so she joined the Serpents. Y/N grew up around those men, and became one, but she grew distant as well.” Betty explained, and everyone nodded.

    Just then, Y/N turned the corner into the hallway once more, and everyone in the hall stepped to the side, staring her down. Jug looked at his friend for the first time in what felt like ages, she was beautiful, and she wore a smirk on her face as she walked down the hallway, a glowing confidence radiating off of her. The stares coming her way were cruel and judgmental, but she didn’t seem to mind, and Jughead couldn’t help but take interest in his old friend again. Without saying a word, he broke off from his friends and made his way over to the middle of the hallway, stopping right in front of Y/N.

    “Y/N Cierra.” he said, and she stopped walking, looking up at the raven haired boy.

    “Jughead Jones.” she replied, giving a small smile. “Long time no talk, although I always see you around.”

    “Yeah…” Jughead chuckled slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I hadn’t even noticed we went to the same school, it’s been forever since I’ve seen you and you haven’t ever been in any of my classes.”

    “Don’t worry about it, you’re always busy writing that novel, and you’ve got your own stuff going on, I’m not mad. It’s good to talk to you again, although I’m a little surprised.” she said, and Jughead looked at her questioningly.

    “How so?” he asked, and Y/N gave a slight shrug.

    “You seem to have a tightly knit gang, full of people who I can only imagine don’t approve too much of my kind. I thought they might have rubbed off on you, that you just didn’t want to talk to me because I’m the odd one out at this school.” she confessed, and Jughead chuckled, giving his award winning smirk.

    “You do realize who you’re talking to, right? I’m not exactly a fitting piece in this schools puzzle, I don’t fit in either. I don’t mind that you’re a serpent, if I had known you went here, we would of had this conversation a long time ago.” Jughead reassured, and Y/N smiled, blushing slightly. Just then her phone buzzed, and she pulled it out of her jacket, looking down at the text she received.

    “I have to run, can we continue catching up later?” Y/N asked, typing a response back and putting her phone back in her pocket.

    “Absolutely, how about Pops tonight?” Jughead suggested, and Y/N smiled, nodding.

    “Sounds like a plan, Beanie.” she replied, and Jughead chuckled, rolling his eyes at the use of her old nickname for him.

    “Let’s not bring that back, I don’t need Reggie hearing it and adding it to his list of names for me.” Jughead said, and she giggled, straightening her jacket and backing up slowly.

    “Whatever Beanie, you know you like it.” she said, waving at him and turning to leave the school. Jughead watched as she left, and he felt something he hadn’t felt since the last time he had spoken to her all those years ago, butterflies.

• • •

    Jughead made his way into the diner, taking a seat as his favourite booth and waited for Y/N to walk through the door. He didn’t quite know why he was so nervous, it was a feeling he wasn’t used to, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t kind of like it. It was almost exciting. Just then, the bell above the door rang out, and all the murmurs in the diner was replaced with an eerie silence. All eyes were on the (y/h/c) haired girl with the serpent leather jacket on, and she didn’t seem phased at all.

    “Hey Y/N!” Jughead called, and she looked over at him, smiling.

    “Hey there Beanie!” she exclaimed, happily making her way to the booth and taking a seat across from him. “How are you doing?” she asked, and he shrugged.

    “I’m fine, how are you?” he asked, and she smirked, imitating his shrug.

    “I’m good.” she said, and Jughead smiled at her.

    “I’m glad.” he replied. A waiter came over to the table and placed down two chocolate milkshakes, and Y/N smiled at him.

    “Thank you, sir.” she said cheerily, and the man looked at her confused for a second before smiling back and nodding his head.

    “You’re very welcome, m'am.” Jughead chuckled as the waiter walked away, looking Y/N down amusingly.

    “What?” she asked, taking a sip of her milkshake. “Just because I’m in a gang doesn’t mean I can’t be polite.” she teased.

    “You are something else, aren’t you?” Jughead said, and she nodded. The two of them caught up, telling eachother about how their lives were these days, hardships and all. They talked for so long that when they decided to leave, it was 20 after midnight.


    Y/N and Jughead quickly became inseparable for the second time in their lives, always hanging out and talking. And the both of them quickly caught feelings for the other, although neither of them would ever admit to it. And every day together set more fire to their flames.

    “Beanie!” Y/N called, running up behind the raven-haired boy and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

    “Jacket!” he teased, and she rolled her eyes, making her way by his side.

    “Don’t call me that, it sounds weird.” she laughed, and Jughead looked amusingly her way.

    “Oh but Beanie is so much better?” He asked, and she nodded.

    “Yes, I’ve called you it since we were kids, it’s endearing. Anyways, ‘Jacket’ sounds like you’re reminding me to wear one.” she joked, and he chuckled.

   "It does not!“

   "Yes it does! It sounds like your my mother who caught me trying to leave without one and it’s snowing outside, so you quickly remind me I’m forgetting a jacket.” she argued, and Jughead rolled his eyes.

    “I think you’re crazy.” Jughead replied, stopping at his locker. Y/N leaned on the lockers beside of his, watching as Jughead put in his code. Just then, Chuck came down the hall and spotted Y/N, looking her up and down before he made his way over.

    “Would you look it here, we have Miss Badass in the house today.” he said, leaning against the lockers next to Y/N.

    “Fuck off Chuck.” she spat, and Chuck gave a smile.

    “So sassy and mean. I like a girl with attitude, you know! Just means they’re more fun in the-”

    “Listen, I know you have a hard time understanding the concept of what 'no’ means, but maybe you’ll better understand a threat.” Y/N interrupted, standing up straighter. “If you don’t leave me the hell alone, you’ll find your house broken into and your balls missing with a nice 'get well soon’ card from me and the serpents on your bedside table. Do I make myself clear?”

    Chuck stood dumbfounded for a few seconds, his hand moving to hover over his pants while he processed the threat just spat at him. Even though he was threatened, Chuck wasn’t going to give up, I mean when does he ever make good decisions?

    “Playing hard to get are we?” he chuckled darkly, eyeing Jughead who was just sitting and observing. “Is it because you’re with this emo loser here? I mean come on Y/N, don’t you think you deserve a real man?”

    “Yeah, why do you think I’m choosing Jughead over you?” she replied, and Chucks face went from amused to pissed.

    “He is not more of a man than me, he is just some dark and lonely emo who spends way too much time writing.” Chuck said angrily, and Y/N laughed.

    “A real man knows what 'no’ means, and doesn’t take advantage of women. A real man spends time doing things he loves, which for Jughead happens to be writing, and for your information he isn’t lonely. He has more real friends now than you’ve ever had in your life.” Y/N argued, her fists balling up. People in the hallway were staring now, some nodding in agreement with Y/N and others laughed at how he was just told off by a serpent. Chuck scoffed, his fist banging on the locker next to Y/Ns head as he backed her up into it.

    “Listen here, you trashy serpent slut,” he sneered, his face inches from her own. “I don’t know what hole you slithered out of, but I think it’s time you go back. I refuse to be made an example of by some trailer trash who comes and goes as she pleases from school because people are scared of her and the people she associates with. News flash sister, I’m not scared, I will drag you if you ever try me again, do I make myself clear?” Y/N kept a straight face, looking over to Jughead as to ask for help, but he was frozen, just watching as she was threatened. Chuck slapped Y/N across the face, grabbing her chin and forced her to look at him. “Answer me bitch!” he yelled.

    “You messed with the wrong girl.” she spat, her knee flying up and landing where it would hurt Chuck most. He backed up in pain and fell to the ground, lying on the floor in unbearable pain. Y/N knelt down beside Chuck and smiled triumphantly down at him.

    “Try some shit like that again, and I’ll show you just how bad a snakes bite hurts, sister.” she said, standing up and straightening her leather jacket. She started down the hall and the people around her moved to the sides of the hall, getting out of her way.

    “Y/N!” Jughead called, running after her but she ignored him and kept on walking. He caught up though, pulling her into an empty classroom that was nearby.

    “You can fuck off too, Jughead!” she yelled, going for the door but Jughead stood in front of it, blocking her only exit.

    “What did I do?” Jughead asked, and Y/N scoffed.

   "More like what did you not do. I stood up for you, but you can’t even do the same for me!“ she argued, and Jughead looked confused down at her.

    "I thought you had it.” he said defensively.

    “I did, but help still would have been appreciated. He pushed me into the lockers, but I mean what was I expecting? Jughead Jones never helps anyone but himself, he doesn’t care about anyone but himself!” Y/N said angrily, and Jughead rolled his eyes.

     "I care about you, Y/N! A lot more than I care about anyone else! I really like you, borderline in love with you! The way you carry yourself throughout this school, the way you have no fucks to give about anyone and what they say about you. You act badass and soulless to everyone around you who doubts you, who gives you shit for being who you are, but when you’re with me you’re this soft little teddy bear who’s probably the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I’m sorry I didn’t stick up for your I promise I will next time.“ Jughead confessed, and Y/Ns angry expression melted into a loving one. She leaned up and kissed Jughead, her hands flying to his face and his landing on her waist as he pulled her closer into him. When they pulled apart, Y/N smiled sweetly at him .

    "I like you too, Beanie. You’re the only one I can really be myself around, thank you for that.” she said. Her phone went off again, and she opened it, seeing a text message saying she was being summoned for serpent business, and she closed her phone and put it in her pocket.

    “Do you have to go somewhere?” Jughead asked, and Y/N shrugged.

    “Depends, do you want to skip some responsibilities with me and go to Pops?” she asked, and he chuckled.

    “Of course.” He said, grabbing her hand and they both walked out of the classroom, through the hallways, looking confident and happy as the normal stares were castes their way.

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‘These University Guys’- Part 2 (Maknae line smut, Lie 2 and 3)

Originally posted by mochivkook

A/N: Reupload because my stupid ass deleted it.

Summary: Things quickly heat up between you, Jungkook and Taehyung when you all attend a party. Just in… different ways.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Pairings: Taehyung x You, Jungkook x you, Jimin x You (lololol)

Word count: 3700+-

Trigger warnings: Smut, swearing, drinking (very little), age difference relationships (not weird though)

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Still 4 months ago

“Hello?” You answered; trying to sound casual and like you didn’t just have an emotional and sexual roller coaster.

“Hey! I sent you like a thousand gazillion messages.” Taehyung says over the phone cheerfully. “Are you ready? We’re like 5 minutes away.” It never failed to amaze you how quickly Taehyung could recover from an awkward situation, like when you rejected his hug or flat out denied his requests or jokes.

“Oh, uh, shit.” You say. You should really learn how to keep your thoughts to yourself. Jimin gets up from the couch and strolls casually to the kitchen, buttoning his jeans as he does.

“Isn’t she ready?” You hear a softer voice ask and peg it as Jungkook’s.

“So you’re not ready?” Taehyung asks you.

“Not- not exactly?” You say nervously.

“Tell her we’re not in a rush, we can wait.” Jungkook says. Is he always this sweet?

“Ok, that’s fine. We don’t mind waiting.” Taehyung repeats to you. “We’re like a block away, though. Can you open for us?”

“Oh, about that. I’m not home.” You start nibbling at your nails, feeling sorry even though you didn’t want to go to this party in the first place.

“Where is she?” Jungkook sounds curious but not at all annoyed.

“Where are you?” Taehyung, the middleman and the one who is clearly not driving, asks.

“At Jimin’s.” You knew you didn’t need to give directions. Taehyung knows the way.

“Jim- never mind. Just try be ready.” He says briskly and hangs up. What’s up with this guy?

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À Triomphe - BTS AU

AU:  Art Thief!Bangtan

Description: You are a curator at one of the many museums in Paris, and have finally earned the bosses trust.  But after a strange meeting with a new coworker and his friends, you begin receiving messages from an unknown party.

Part: Nine / Eight / Seven / Six / Five / Four / Three / Two / One

Warnings: Swearing, Violence.

Originally posted by jungsooneul

They had him under lock and key, strict supervision.  Six accounts of manslaughter, two accounts of domestic abuse.  He played back the punishment fit for the crime in his head; Death Row. He would be sent back to Korea the following morning. If only he was actually to be blamed.

Jimin sat in the corner of his cell, his back pressed against the wall as he gazed at the window across from the cell bars, the only light showing being the glow of the full moon. It was curfew, with only a few other prisoners within his cell block still awake.  The sound of heels clicking against the metal catwalk echoed.

“Jimin Park,” a husky voice berated.  Jimin groaned, refusing to turn his head.  “What do you want? I told you, I—“

The cell doors slowly glided apart, creating a riff in Jimin’s attitude.  He turned his attention to the guard behind him.  “Now you know how I feel, right?”

Jimin quickly bounced to his feet, tugging his arm as the shackles constraining him to the wall pulled him back.  “What are you doing here? They’re going to fucking kill—“

Jimin was hushed as the black haired boy pressed a finger to his own lips.  His eyes wandered.  “Do you hear that?”

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Middle Eastern Al-Ghuls, anyone? I think we’re not getting enough and I mean that very seriously.

They are Middle Eastern a fact of which has been confirmed, and portrayed, in every single comic canon containing them. Their Middle-Eastern ancestry is one of the few things about them that has never changed in comic canon and they’ve have always had features that match that…




Damian Wayne:

Something of which that has been retained in all of their animated appearances:

They all have very, very, Middle Eastern features: dark hair, tan skin, narrow noses, slightly slanted eyelids. And yet in every live-action adaptation the Al-Ghul family has not been portrayed by Middle Eastern/Arabic actors and in most cases they don’t even look the slightest bit Middle Eastern. Let’s examine this further…

Christopher Nolan’s Dark Knight Trilogy:

Out of the four Al-Ghuls we get two of them. Ra’s and Talia. Ra’s makes his appearances in Batman Begins and Dark Knight Rises. Talia makes her only appearance in the last film of the trilogy.

Neither look Middle Eastern in the slightest. Why is that? Because neither actor is Middle Eastern or has Middle Eastern ancestry. Neeson is Irish and played Ra’s with a softened Irish accent. Cotillard is French her father is of Breton ancestry and her mother is of Kabyle ancestry. She portrayed Talia with an accent that was all over the place but never once touched Arab or Middle Eastern. But what about the others?


I’m not a big fan of Arrow, and completely stopped watching, because they did a lot of things that I can’t get past. But the show has had three of the four Al-Ghuls: Ra’s, Talia and Nyssa. (Also Nyssa had the most appearances out of them all which makes no sense to me because her comic run was short and she’s pretty unknown.) Anyway, onto the photos…

Ra’s was portrayed by Matt Nable. Nable is from Sydney, Australia. Not much was given on his ancestry.

Nyssa was portrayed by Katrina Law. Law is an actress from South Jersey and not much was given on her ancestry either.

Talia was portrayed by Lexa Doig. Doig is from Toronto, Canada and her mother is Filipina and her father is of Irish and Scottish ancestry.

Even though these actors do look more like their characters do it’s not ok. None of the actors are Arab. The accents they spoke with were vaguely British and Nyssa’s was actually extremely so. (Side characters in Arrow were obviously Middle Eastern and spoke with obvious accents.) And then again this is coming from the show that turned Oliver Queen into Bruce Wayne…


Now I haven’t been watching Gotham anymore neither but I know that has not actually had any of the Al-Ghuls. Officially that is. But I firmly believe that the next episode, These Delicate and Dark Obsessions, will contain their version of Ra’s. In the trailer we see Bruce talking to this man:

And this man, obviously American by his accent, tells Bruce that he’s excited to see him start his training. (Paraphrasing here, of course.) But he also says “I have so much to teach you Bruce.” We all know that Ra’s is one of the many people who trained Bruce. Further analyzing makes me really think that he is indeed their version of Ra’s.

Look at what he’s wearing. Reminds me a lot of Ra’s go-to clothing. Just all black instead of Ra’s go-to jade green. Jade does make an appearance in the trailer when he touches his jade ring to Bruce’s forehead. It also appears that his fortress is in a mountain, or at least underground, perfect place for a Lazarus Pit.

But if this man is indeed Ra’s then that’s another non-Arab version.

Raymond J. Barry is oddly not listed in the episode credits but he was credited in the photo gallery. Not much is in his IMDB bio but he is from Long Island, New York. White-haired, blue-eyed, white man portraying an Arab character is just plain wrong.

How many live-action portrayals is that?


And none of them are Middle Eastern. They’re all wrong to some degree but having non-Arab actors portray Arab characters is taking it to a whole ‘nother level. It’s disgusting and incredibly racist. Especially when there are perfectly good, and extremely talented, Arab actors out there who can play these characters.

I’m just hoping that if the DCEU movies have any of the Al-Ghuls they cast Middle Eastern actors. Disney is doing it with Aladdin and DC better follow suit!

If the Stars Align - Chapter I

Summary: The Musketeers AU. Danger lurks around every corner in the French court and as a Musketeer in service of the royal family, Killian’s duty is to protect them from any and all threats. As his relationship with Queen Emma develops into something more than just friendship, threats against the queen escalate and place everything they both hold dear into jeopardy.

Rating: M

Content warning for the story: violence, mature themes, minor character death.

Thanks to my beta-reader @throughcnidarianeyes for letting me rant about this for hours and hours, and thousands of thanks to @hook-and-star-ink , @acaptainswaneternity and @seastarved for all the glorious artwork they did. 

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It’s the day Killian Jones has been dreading for weeks.

On any other occasion, he would be happy to spend the day in the French woods, under the canopy of birch trees with their quivering leaves and swaying branches, the sun filtering through the canopy and casting a soft, pleasant light all around. Though its only early April, the air is heavy and hot as if it were summer itself, and under the trees it’s not as sweltering as it was back in the palace gardens.

So Killian should be thrilled that his duty today is to escort the royals and several courtiers into the shaded woods for a hunt, a day where he’ll probably spend most of his time crouched in silence as the king and court wait for an ever elusive deer. But no, he is not delighted or relieved that today is going to be laidback because on the contrary – today is the day everything changes.

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Riverdale Imagine: Victim (Archie x Reader)

Requested by anonymous: hi omg!!!! i wanted to know if you could do an archie imagine??? literally I can’t find any and he’s my dad I love him sm you can choose what to do with it, I literally don’t care at all 😂 I just want some archie fic in my lifeee. thank youuu!!

Summary: You had been in love with your best-friend Archie Andrews for years, but that was irrelevant. When you catch him in the middle of an encounter with Miss Grundy, you realise that you have to help him understand the truth about her. Even if that means losing him forever.

Approx. 1800 words

It was a Wednesday when you saw them together. You had just finished editing Betty’s article that was due to be published in the Blue and Gold newspaper the following morning – an interesting piece on the stigmatisation of eating disorders in young women – and you were eager to get home. You had finished all of your homework earlier in the week and, as you escaped from the prison that was Riverdale High with your headphones blaring in your ears, you were contemplating which series to binge on Netflix later that night. As you neared the exit a flash of blue and yellow caught your eye from one of the music classrooms on your left, as you peeped through the window in the classroom’s door, you were surprised to see a letterman jacket on the wooden floor. You furrowed your brow in confusion, you thought you were the only person left in the school building, and you opened the door just enough so you could peer inside. You were not prepared for what you saw. Archie Andrews – your best friend and long-time crush – was half naked and entwined in a passionate embrace with Miss Grundy, Riverdale High’s music teacher. They were both in an alarming state of undress and their clothes were strewn around the floor, clearly having been ripped off each other in an animalistic manner. You heard Miss Gundy giggle like a teenage girl as Archie lifted her up and placed her on the top of the piano, the muscles in his arms flexing appealingly. You nearly threw up at the sight of him kissing down her neck, his hands running up her bare thighs and reaching her breasts, cupping them almost roughly.

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I read some people’s interpretations on chapter 144 and a few of them saying kaneki just reached a place of balance with his lastest transformation because it means all of his previous personalities have unified and are reaching for the same goal, protecting Touka and his kid.

I honestly can’t disagree more with this claim, if something’s happened with Kaneki it’s that he’s just had a mayor regression in his mental state in a possibly fatal way. Pushed to his limits by Furuta and his own decisions, in desperation he’s had to cling to the person he’s decided to be together with and it honestly has turned him into the savage murderer he’s never wanted to become, even black reaper had morals but going by what we saw last chapter Kaneki is incredibly unstable and he has even referred to himself as a centipede, a bug, an insect, nothing worthy of anything good… I honestly don’t see how his lastest actions show any balance, or any possible optimistic character progression.

Particularly after this part

“we must completely eliminate them. The things in our way. Everything around us, even ourselves”

there is no way one can read that and say it’s a healthy development. Kaneki is possibly at his worst moment in the entire series, even his love for Touka has turned sour in the aspect of him thinking about her and repeating her name as he slaughters and eats the oggai kids. this part honestly reminded me of Mutsuki who while killing animals would say he loved Haise over and over again.

If something, Kaneki’s more messed up than ever before, hopefully there’ll be a way he can go back to a safe state of mind but I’m not getting my hopes up… it truly does seem it’s only gonna get worse for him from here on out.