why was this speech taken out

banedario  asked:

50. "People are staring."

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Isabelle asked for the millionth time as she helped straighten Alec’s tie. It was his graduation day, and he was the valedictorian. He had to make a speech in front of his entire class and their families. He was nervous, but mostly because of what he planned to tack on at the end of his speech.

Everyone knew that he was gay at that point, and if they didn’t they had been living under a rock for the past year. Coming out hadn’t been easy, but he was tired of pretending to be someone he wasn’t, and he was happier for it. Magnus had taken a big role in that as well, supporting him and making sure that he always felt safe. It was one of the million reasons why Alec loved him, and he was going to let him know that day.

“Yes, Iz. I’m sure. Now stop fussing,” he said, offering her a smile, and she stepped back, returning the sentiment.

“I’m so proud of you, Alec,” she said softly, and warmth spread through his chest. He wrapped her up in a hug, then stepped back, saying goodbye before moving backstage.

He gave the speech effortlessly, having memorized it weeks ago, but as his eyes met Magnus’ his heart began to race. His boyfriend gave him a warm and encouraging smile, his eyes glowing, and suddenly the rest of the audience disappeared.

“I want to thank all of you for making these last four years memorable, and I want to give a special mention to Magnus Bane, who showed me that being true to myself is so much more important than worrying about who everyone else wants me to be.”

Those warm brown eyes widened in shock, and Alec could barely tear his gaze away as he stepped back from the podium and made his way down the steps. He was supposed to go back to his own seat, but he couldn’t help himself.

He walked right up to Magnus, bent down, and whispered, “I love you,” before kissing him. Applause roared around them from all sides, but Alec didn’t pay it any mind, focused solely on his boyfriend’s face as he pulled back.

Magnus let out a breathless laugh, clutching Alec’s shoulder as if he needed it to stay upright. “People are staring,” he said, his voice low, and Alec smiled.

“Let them,” he replied, and Magnus beamed.

“Just for the record, I love you, too.”

Alec had never smiled so widely in his life.

Daryl's sexuality and romantic life

I am one of those people who has been watching TWD from the beginning. And I’ve read Daryl as gay pretty early on. I considered it a possibility in season one simply because we didn’t have a gay character at that point and I thought Daryl may end up being gay as his sexuality was undefined (unlike everyone else). Season two was what really made me think that Daryl was gay. The episode when he’s searching for Sophia and he starts hallucinating Merle, and Merle calls him Darylina and challenges his masculinity made me really wonder. We know that Daryl was abused, and there are many reasons he could have been but the fact that he feels insecure about being seen as feminine is worth noting. We see the same thing when Merle meets Rick and calls Daryl his bitch.

So, Daryl has an abusive past, and we don’t entirely know if there were specific reasons he was abused.

Season 2-4 we see Daryl become close with two different women, but he never expresses romantic or sexual interest in either one of them. Obviously Beth is dead now, but with Carol there’s still ZERO romantic or sexual tension/chemistry between them. They’re close friends, but unlike with richonne, it doesn’t feel like their friendship is building up to anything more.

And now let’s move forward a bit to the last couple of seasons. The group moves into Alexandria. Daryl, predictably, doesn’t fit in. In fact, he only ever interacts with his own people and doesn’t make an effort to socialize with anyone from the safe zone. Oh, except for Aaron, Eric, and Denise. Obviously I understand that gay people don’t only hang out with other gay people, but it’s an interesting character choice to have Daryl bonding only with the LGBT members of ASZ and no one else.

And then we meet Jesus. The first people he interacts with are Daryl and Rick. That entire episode’s interaction is like a ridiculous post-apocalyptic meet-cute (and clearly Rick ships it😉). Fast forward one episode later, and directly after the group scene with Jesus, Abraham approaches Daryl and asks if he’s ever going to find someone to settle down with. This is HUGE. No one has ever asked Daryl about that kind of stuff. No one has ever questioned him on romantic prospects. And it’s interesting that Abraham uses a gender neutral term as opposed to saying something like “are you ever gonna find a nice woman”. The writers are drawing attention to Daryl’s romantic/sexual life. There needs to be a reason for that.

After this, Daryl and Jesus are separated for quite a while. But the first time they separate, Daryl is with Denise and Rosita and Jesus is with Tara and Gabriel. And again this is interesting because both Denise and Tara talk about their relationship and romance (Denise to Daryl and Rosita, Tara to Jesus and Gabriel). Denise make an impassioned death speech about not letting fear stop you from going after what you want and pursuing what makes you happy.

And then what? Well Daryl gets taken by Negan’s group, Jesus ends up there for reconnaissance, and stays behind to help Daryl escape. And we are specifically shown that Daryl is why Jesus stays. Like that man had his ticket out and the moment he realized Daryl was there, he is off that damn truck. Then last week, Jesus casually comes out. It was done in such an innocuous way but at least alerts audiences who may not be familiar with the comic to his preferences. And it doesn’t do so the way it does in the comic, where we are made privy to Jesus’ sexuality by meeting his boyfriend. There may be an Alex, but if so, we haven’t met him. Now this week, he and Daryl are basically attached at the hip. i’m not saying that pairing the two up on missions means that they are going to hook the characters up. But they are teaming Daryl and Jesus up at least and getting the audience used to seeing them together.

I’m not saying this means definitively that they are going to make this Canon. I have major doubts that they will. But I am saying that narrative foreshadowing is supportive of a relationship between Daryl and Jesus. The writers have now gone out of their way seven seasons in to actually draw attention to Daryl’s lack of a romantic life (via Abraham and Denise). To me something like that is only brought up if it’s going to be resolved. And my question is, who is Daryl going to be with? The only woman he has ever really shown any closeness to is Carol, but he’s never shown attraction toward her. And I find it highly unlikely that some rando woman is going to just appear and make Daryl suddenly go gaga. That really wouldn’t fit with what we know of him.

The writers may deny it, but they’ve certainly done a nice subtle job of setting up a possible Daryl/Jesus romance.

(Also a little side note about Daryl’s sexuality: I also think both Carol and Rick know, even if Daryl has never actually come out to them officially. Carol making that joke at the prison about she and Daryl hooking up and then later her bunk bed comments when they were on the road are just so winky. And with Rick there’s literally no reason for him to be all nudge nudge when it comes to Jesus.)

anonymous asked:

May I ask a question that doesn't include this one?? What do you think of the whole deal with Felix and some of his friends standing up for him, stating that he's not antisemitic and he was just joking and all of that??

i have zero sympathy for pewdiepie, or anyone who chose to defend him. even if he’s not personally antisemitic (which is.. debatable), he’s still contributing to a worrying trend of antisemitism not being taken seriously, and normalizing hateful speech towards jewish people to a fanbase of millions of young, impressionable people

Bruises (A Peter Pevensie Fanfiction)

WARNING: This story contains implied abuse. 

Also, these lovely gifs belong to @griffin-helps not me :)


The bruises on my wrists were the first thing he noticed. 


I was one of the maids for the wing where his study was located. It was very rare that I ever saw him, being it the household mistress always reminded us to clean quickly and make sure to be out before any of their majesties should decide to visit the room.


But there were always mistakes. 

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Sparks Chapter 6

Originally posted by lovelynemesis

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV)

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: After Bucky’s night terror episode he is ashamed and avoids y/n. y/n, not liking to be ignored, makes Bucky talk things out with her. Bucky and y/n go for a walk through the park and get bubble tea and climb a tree in the middle of the night and have deep convos. They get closer as friends.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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cigarettesmokeandexyracquets  asked:

Prompt, bc you're my favorite jerejean writer: "You know how sometimes the sun will be shining even when it's pouring rain? That's what kissing you is like. It's impossible sunshine Jean."

Chelsey…you are the sweetest, I cry. This took me like four different tries, but hopefully you enjoy the finished product!

It’s 11 PM and Jean has read the same sentence over 10 times. Jeremy is next to him, engrossed in his own book and none the wiser to Jean’s inner turmoil. Jean tries to shut off his brain and convince himself that everything’s fine, but it’s not and the more effort he puts into shutting out the world, the more in his head he gets and the worse his headache becomes. Eventually, he gives up pretending that he’s going to make any progress and lays the book on the night table next to his side of the bed.

Jeremy notices (of course he does- he notices everything Jean works so hard to hide) and dog ears his page, a habit Jean complains about often, but secretly finds endearing.

“You barely turned a page all night.” So he did notice. “What’s going on?”

Jean lay still for a moment before propping himself up on one elbow facing Jeremy. He sees Jeremy’s brow furrowed in concern. Ah. And there it was, the reason for Jean’s troubles. It seemed like every day Jean was confronted with how much Jeremy cared about him and every day he was perplexed. What good, what happiness could Jeremy possibly get out of dealing with his issues all day?

Jean sighs and leans forward to brush his lips against Jeremy’s forehead. “It’s nothing.”

Jeremy casts him an exasperated look. “It’s not nothing. You’re upset.”

Jean counted to 10 inside his head as he considered how he wanted to answer. Finally, he asks, “What do you get out of this?”

Jeremy moves, a bit taken aback. “Out of our relationship?”

“Yes.”

Jeremy sits up and faces Jean fully, taking one of his hands and rolling it in his thoughtfully. “Are you asking why I love you?”

Jean didn’t know how to answer. Asking felt selfish, needy, another thing he was taking from Jeremy.

Jeremy tips Jean’s chin back up so he was looking at him. “Well…you make me laugh. Like when you gave that speech before the game last week impersonating Kevin?”

Jean nods. He doesn’t remember what inspired that, other than wanting to make Jeremy relax before a tense game.

“And you’re sweet,” Jeremy continues. “I can count on one hand the number of guys who have even remembered my birthday and you bought me those roses the other day because it was a Tuesday and you thought of me.”

Jean remembered that day. Jeremy’s smile had lit up the entire room. They currently sat in a vase in their living room where Jeremy took painstaking care of them, as he did everything else in his life.

Jeremy blushes. “And the way you kiss me- you know how sometimes the sun will be shining even when it’s pouring rain. That’s what kissing you is like. It’s impossible sunshine, Jean.”

Jean didn’t have the words to tell Jeremy just how much he loved him, so he takes Jeremy’s face in his hands and and kisses him with everything he has.

When they pull away, Jeremy laughs a little breathlessly. “Just like that. What’s my name again?”

Jean smiles and nudges him lightly before rolling them over so Jeremy is in his arms. “I love you, mon ange.”

And watching how peacefully Jeremy sleeps in his arms, he can believe, a little bit, that he’s good for Jeremy.

Here I am, innocently rewatching Phil’s speech from the BONCAs for the umpteenth time. I’m listening to the iconic “follow your dreams″ and “majority of 2016″ when all of a sudden, for the first time, I’m taken aback when Phil says “Dan Howell.” I know he says it - I was obviously expecting it - so this time around, why am I so wrapped up in the way Phil says Dan’s name? 

Maybe it’s because he doesn’t say it enough that it’s odd to hear out loud. (Which, to be honest, is probably the reason.)

Or maybe it’s because he’s not referring to danisnotonfire, web celebrity and fellow nominee, but to Dan Howell, the person behind the persona. He says “Dan Howell” - not just Dan, but the full name: Dan Howell. It’s so oddly formal, like he’s introducing him to this audience of their fans and friends and fellow creators who of course know danisnotonfire and maybe know Dan Howell. But not really, because they don’t know Dan Howell

Dan Howell, his flatmate. Dan Howell, the person with whom he’s spent the majority of 2016. Dan Howell, his partner in life.

Dan Howell, his best friend.

I know I’m over-analyzing. It’s just two words. Still, I get the same feelings all over again when not even a minute later, Dan introduces everyone to his best friend, Phil Lester.

Okay (Tony Stark x reader)

Warnings: drinking/alcoholism,swearing, angst 

A/n: mostly needed to get this stuff off my chest  

Words: 1,197


You couldn’t remember how many times these previous few months you’d gone to bed alone. You hated to feel needy, but that’s what you were feeling at this point. You’d found out quite recently that you were unable to sleep due to the empty space beside you which used to be a loving warm embrace. It felt so long ago but you could remember exactly what it felt like. It killed you. You knew your boyfriend Tony was a busy man, but it had been starting to get out of hand recently. He never came back to join you when you went to sleep, and was rarely beside you in the morning. It made your heart ache and feel like you were slowly straying away from him.

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WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME ABOUT THIS HOLBY CITY SHIT #5

-NEW KID™ WAS NOT READY FOR THE URGENCY OF LOVELY LESBIAN LADY™’S WARD HE LITERALLY LOOKED LIKE ME DURING BOXING DAY SALES
-YES ZOSIA FUK HIM UP LET HIM SEE REAL DISTAIN
-HANSSEN AVOIDING MO’S HUSBAND’S (??) MOTHER IS ME TRYING TO AVOID ALL RESPONSIBILITY
-WHO IS THIS WOMAN TURNING UP WITH A FUKING LOBSTER
-NEW KID™ IS PROBABLY AS USEFUL AS A BABYSITTER AS HE IS A TRAUMA SURGEON
-“I KNOW U WANT TO GO AT A MORE LEISURELY PACE AT YOUR AGE” IMAO LLL™ LOW KEY CUSSING OUT RIC FOR TRYIN TO TAKE OVER THE WARD LAST WEEK
-“YOU’RE ON HER TURF” RIC KNOWS HIS PLACE NOW UR ON THE LESBIANS’ WARD BOI DON’T TRY IT
-SO IMAGINE ZOSIA AND CHEEKBONES™ HATCHING A SECRET PLAN AGAINST THE OTHER WARDS SO THEY CAN WIN WHATEVER PRIZE THERE IS I’M SO GAY #CHEEKBONEZ
-HANSSEN LOOKS SO UNCOMFORTABLE I’M DYING
-NEW KID™ STOP FUKING AROUND AND LISTEN TO THE GODDESS OF THE WARD
-“DON’T TELL MUM” LLL™ AND SERENA ARE SO THE MUM’S OF THE WARD AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT
-LITERALLY EVERYONE IS TELLING HIM TO LISTEN TO LLL™ BUT HE’S LIKE “NAH YE KNOW WHAT I KNOW BETTER THAN A LITERAL GODDESS FUK U GUYS”
-MORVEN LOOKS SO PLEASED WITH HERSELF WHEN NEW KID™ GETS IT WRONG
-SHIT NEW KID™ IS GONNA GET SCHOOLED BY LLL™
-MO’S HUSBAND’S MUM MAKING SLY COMMENTS ABOUT THEM NOT TRUSTING HER IS ME
-MO IS TOTALLY TRYING TO SET HER UP WITH HANSSEN
-“I HAVE TWO TEENAGE KIDS” UM LLL™ ARE U FORGETTING THE REST OF WARD I THINK THERE ARE MORE THAN 2 KIDS
-“SNITCH” NEW KID™ AND RIC ARE NOW LLL™’S CHILDREN
- “I DON’T LIKE THE NEW GUY” BASICALLY A SUMMARY OF EVERYONE’S THOUGHTS ABOUT NEW KID™ SO FAR IN THIS EPISODE
-IMAGINE LLL™ AND CHEEKBONES™ SITTING DOWN AND ACTUALLY FORGING A PLAN TO MAKE NEW KID™ GO BACK TO DARWIN AND SERENA JUST SITTING IN A DECKCHAIR NEXT TO THEM CACKLING AND DRINKING SHIRAZ
-NEW KID™ IS NOW CUSSING HANSSEN ’S MOTIVATIONAL SPEECHES I MEAN WOW
-MO IS SO TRYING TO MATCHMAKE HER HUSBAND’S MUM AND HANSSEN
-IS FLORAL GUY™ FLIRTING WITH THAT WOMAN SHIT THIS IS WEIRD
-“WHAT U DOING” “STABBING UR MUM MATE” “U WHAT MATE”
-WHY IS MO’S HUSBAND’S FACE SO EXPRESSIVE
-BUT HANSSEN IS SUCH A WEIRDO BUT I LOVE HIM OKAY HE GIVES THESE INSPIRATIONAL SPEECHES OUT LIKE THEY ARE AIR
-ME DURING THE BABY GETTING TAKEN OUT: “EW WHAT’S THAT” “OH IT’S A BABY” “EW ITS A BABY” LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND OTHERS WELCOME TO MY VIEWS ON CHILDREN
-“A GAME FROM EVERYONE” AYE SHITE MO I’VE BEEN ON MY Z GAME JUST DOING SURGERY LIKE IT’S THAT GAME OPERATION
-THAT FACE ITALIAN GUY™ PULLED WHEN HE SAW HANSSEN OMG EVERYONE IS TRYING TO GET MO’S HUSBAND’S MUM SOME D
-OH THEY TOUCHED THIS IS ONE OF THE ONLY STRAIGHT SHIPS I SHIP #HANSMUM
-APOLOGISING IS THE FIRST GOOD THING NEW KID™ HAS DONE TODAY
-OH SHIT U GOT PRANKED BY LLL™ BRO
-SERENA AND LLL™ AND CHEEKBONES™ TOTALLY CAME UP WITH THE PLAN GUYS
-WHEN LLL™ LEFT I SWEAR I SAW NEW KID™ GO “HEHE YEAH BOIIIII”
-“TIME FOR A NEW MAN I’M MY LIFE” SOMEONE GONNA GET SOME D 2NITEEE #HANSMUM
-SHOTS WITH THE AAU CREW IMAGINE
-OMG OMG OMG THE MUM OH OH THERE ARE TEARS THE POOR LIKKLE BABE
-WE LOVE U SERENA BABE COME 2 US EVEN IF IT’S JUST A 2 SECOND APPEARANCE I WILL SUMMON U WITH MY MAGIC LAMP

Why isn't Vietnam talked about???

So much is taught about World War I and II, and all the other wars (the Korean War is kind of skipped over too), but in History class my teachers are like: “Yeah, Vietnam happened. That is all.” I get that we ‘lost’ but that doesn’t mean we can ignore it like it never happened. The Vietnam War shouldn’t be shoved to the corner, like a skeleton in the closet, because of pride. Vietnam was a war that the U.S. shouldn’t have gotten involved In *side note: This is all my opinion feel free to add on.* but that doesn’t take away from the fact that so many young men lost their lives and their sanity. Yet, Vietnam has been taken out of the picture entirely. The Vietnam War greatly influenced American culture in the 60s’ (to early 70s’), another reason why it’s so important. I know tons of kids who didn’t even know the Vietnam War happened. What does that mean to you? Meanwhile, History Teachers are teaching pointless things— I don’t care the President Jimmy Carter was a peenut farmer. Him being a peenut farmer didn’t change history. What I need to know are questions like this: why is freedom of speech important? What did President Reagan do to help end the Cold War with Russia? The different forms of government and their origin. Ancient Histories. Philosophy. Revolution. Culture. Heroes. And. War. How is society supposed to function when they don’t even know where it all comes from?

It’s a mad mad world

 @truestbeliever28 : Are your requests open right now? If so, can I get some prompts with Pan? Specifically: 2&3, 13&14, 16, 26, 31&32 and 36 please? (You don’t have to use all of the prompts) Thank you!

Note: Okay so get this, I had been writing this prompt when suddenly Tumblr had decided to be a major buzzkill closing my in-progress work. And so because of that, I had to do over this entire prompt. Damn… I dunno if this serves as a freaking lesson or not, all I know is that my fingers are completely restless (probably because of the coffee I consumed earlier or the fact that is my mom is supposed to be home any moment now and I haven’t done my chores yet.) Either way, I hope you like this because I’m salvaging what I had written. 

AU since you didn’t specify any scenarios. Still, I am praying you’d like this…. Kinda meh, huh? 

Prompts: 2. “I hate you!” “You love me!” 3. “Don’t you see I’m in love with you?” 13. “What part of ‘Get lost’ don’t you understand?” 14. “So… you wanna make out?”


“Well, well… Look who we got here,” a condescending voice said, breaking whatever peaceful reverie you had as the bane of your school life existence had decided to grace you his presence. 

What part of ‘Get lost’ don’t you understand, Pan?” you spat venomously as you aren’t really in the mood to deal with him right now. Lunch breaks had always been your favorite since Peter can’t bother you with all the attention he is getting from the student body. Today isn’t just your lucky day. 

“Well, like I’ve said before, sweetheart, I can’t get enough of you.” he stated smugly as he plopped beside you, making you groan out loud as you scooted away from him as if the thought of sitting beside him repulsed you to death even though the butterflies on your stomach suggested otherwise. “Besides your loneliness is radiating all over the cafeteria, which is kinda pathetic if you ask me.” 

You gritted your teeth as your eyes narrowed down to dangerous slits as you huffed. “I hate you,” you hissed as you gathered your belongings quickly, food forgotten as you stood up hastily, leaving him on his own. 

It doesn’t matter if you hadn’t had food in your system. What Peter had said obviously was out of line from his usual snarky remarks about you.

You love me!” he called after you, not taking his attention off his food but the way he said it… something in you just made you freeze on your tracks, your breath hitching as you silently berate yourself for falling over his silver tongue… again. It didn’t help that his statement had attracted the attention of the whole cafeteria on you two. 

You shook your head as if to snap yourself out of the effect he had on you as you tried to get the attention away from you by leaving the cafeteria only for someone to grip your forearm, tugging it ever gently, making you stumble back into the person’s chest. 

It didn’t take a genius to guess who prevented you from leaving the scene. 

“What is up with you today?” you hissed, not wanting the crowd to hear your conversation. “Isn’t it enough to insult me? What, do you really want to embarrass me in front of your subject-”

“Y/N,” you didn’t know why but the way Peter had uttered your name made you snap your mouth shut. You rarely see Peter acting like this. Like… some sort of entity had taken over him and decided to be much meaner to you today. “Don’t you see I’m in love with you?” he hissed out, realizing that you weren’t paying attention to what he was saying. 

“What?” you asked as you turned your gaze towards him only to see how little the gap between you two. Had it always been like this…? “B-but-”

“Didn’t you ever wonder why I was mean to you and you alone? Gods, Y/N. That should be your first clue.” he teased as he watched you flounder with your speech. 

“It’s a mad, mad world we live in.” you told him as the whole school had faded in the background as you could only focus on him. You didn’t know how to grasp the whole thing so you decided to blurt out that one thing you had always wanted ever since you realized you had taken a liking on him. “So… you wanna make out?

He chuckled as the gap between you became non-existent. “That could be arranged,”

Broken Boy Meets Broken Girl (Luke Hemmings) - Part 1 *

Trigger warnings: Mentions of depression, attempted suicide

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The last place anyone expected Luke Hemmings to end up was a rehab center. The band was in the middle of a tour when news broke that the singer was being admitted into a treatment facility as a result of depression and random spouts of rage. No one even realized anything was wrong until he lashed out at his bandmates, his tour manager ultimately deciding that the best thing at that point was to cancel the rest of the shows and send him home to get help.

He’d been there for a couple months now – attending group therapy every Tuesday as well as seeing the therapist one-on-one every Monday and Thursday. And that was how he met you.

You’d been there for longer than he had – finding yourself in rehab six months ago for what? Luke didn’t know; All Luke knew was that you annoyed him beyond the point he thought his patience could go.

You would sit quietly in the Tuesday evening group sessions, only really talking when someone asked you a direct question. When Jessa, everybody in the group’s therapist, asked you how you were feeling, you would answer with the same response every single time: a small, barely even audible ‘I’m good’.

And it ticked Luke off to ends of the earth.

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It was yet another Tuesday in the hellhole that was group therapy sessions. Everybody was already there by the time Luke sauntered into the room, making Jessa perk up in her chair.

“Everyone’s here!” she smiled as he sat down in his usual chair across the circle from you, “Let’s get started, shall we?” 

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{fic} No Such Thing

Word Count: 2.8k
Characters: Feyre/Rhys with bonus Amren Moment™
Warnings: Character death, arguably excessive melodrama, AUishness

Over a hundred thousand lives, it is always them. It always will be them. 

Eventually, they figure it out.

I.

Here is a story: there is always a girl named Feyre, and there is always a boy named Rhys.

A thousand lives spin by, a kaleidoscope of worlds and ages and eras and love and loss and almosts: they grow up together, fall in love, marry, have children, live out their lives on a farm. Or they do not grow up together, and she is ordered to marry him to salvage her family’s name; she hates him, until she doesn’t. Or they don’t know each other at all: he has been pulled off the battlefield, the shrapnel wound in his chest infected beyond hope, and she is a nurse whose heart beats fast when she sees him; everyone knew he would die, she can’t explain why she is so affected by a man she never even spoke to. Or it’s her that dies, taken in the night by a plague that wipes out a quarter of the city, not a year after their wedding.

One way or another, they always find each other.

They have been married thousands of times, in thousands of ways. There have been innumerable ribbons bound around their hands, endless amounts of ceremonial wine drunk, countless vows and speeches and whispered declarations. And, of course, there are thousands of times they do not marry. Sometimes the world they are in does not call for it. Sometimes one of them is wed already, and their story can only end in tragedy. Sometimes they only brush past each other, leaving a strange ache in their absence. Sometimes they are artists, sometimes warriors, sometimes bankers and baristas and kings and queens and doctors and thieves and magicians and clerics and captains and chefs. They are often human, but not always. There is no constant but them.

One way or another, they always lose each other.


II.

There always seem to be things that know, on the edges. Just out of sight. Things that are old the way time itself is old, who see them for what they are: heavenly bodies with no choice but to orbit each other, again and again, planets caught in each others gravitational pull to play out the same cycle across millennia. The strange things with glinting eyes: bone carvers and strange old women and spirits summoned from other realms. They never say anything, never reveal what they know in any way but in the twists of their mouths.


III.

It is in the lifetime that they are High Fae that they figure it out.

It has taken them a long, long time; at least several hundred lives, by Rhys’s eventual count. But they’ve had hundreds and hundreds of years in this life to tease the threads together, heightened senses and endless resources at their disposal, a connection that allows the sharing of ephemeral thoughts that can’t be put into words. They are not always so lucky.

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Reasons You Most Likely Never See An INFJ

I think the main reasons why you never see or meet an INFJ is because:

1. We probably don’t know if the person we are talking to is an infj. To be honest, I won’t know a person is an INFJ unless that person has taken the test to prove they are in fact an infj.

2. We like to stay home all day. Like, I could stay home for a week and wouldn’t mind as long as I text my best friend or annoy my sister with my constant “love meeeeeee” speech until she pushes me out of her room.

3. We dislike socializing (or some like to socialize but we all have a social battery). Most of the time I dislike socializing only at an event like a fair or something but, if I go hang out with a very close friend or two, I’m okay with that.

Anyways, this is my opinion…

Pretty late tonight, buuuut I wanted to make sure this came out perfect, so anyway here’s Part Twelve of 1 Night (+9 Months)!

(Ao3)

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A year.

Even though the months seemed to have flown right by, even though it still felt like just yesterday that Fitz had first held his beautiful little girl in his arms, it was true; Evelyn was turning a year old today.

It was hard to describe the mix of emotions he’d been feeling since he’d woken up that morning. He was excited, of course, on Evelyn’s behalf, but he was also feeling a tad…emotional. After all, his baby was already a year old – the next thing that he knew, she’d be going to school, then old enough to drive, then packing up and leaving for university. He felt as though he was going to blink, and then she’d be going off to live her life, leaving him behind.

“Alright?”

Hastily blinking back the slight wetness in his eyes at the thought, Fitz turned from where he’d been tying balloons to the backs of chairs in Jemma’s little living room, her couch moved to the side to make room for the small group of party guests that would be arriving later that day. Jemma was standing in the doorway, a knowing arch to her eyebrows. “Yeah, m’fine.”

She smiled warmly, taking a couple of his last few balloons to help him, and as she began securing them to the chairs, she told him, “It’s okay to be emotional, you know.” With a wry smirk, she added, “I’ve had to stop myself from bursting into tears several times already today; I can only imagine how I’ll feel when Evelyn’s actually awake.”

“Well, at least I know that you won’t tease me about it if I shed a few tears at some point today, then.”

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Should I continue this fic? (some clarifying notes at the end)

1,2k words, eventual otayuri, established victuuri (not mentioned in this bit but it’s in the story), modern mythology AU setting, this beginning bit is rated T (cursing; mentioned character death in one sentence).

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Otabek hears the whistling immediately as it starts, but he takes his sweet time to appear.

When he emerges from the undergrowth below the mountain he stops just behind the trees that are closest to the car. From his hiding spot he studies the silver-haired man who is leaning onto the Volvo and typing something into his phone. The shiny, brand-new Volvo and the man’s gray suit look like they belong in a high-end city environment, not on a dirt road deep in the forest.

“I can smell you,” comes the sing-song call from beside the car, and Otabek huffs, stepping forward so he’s not hidden by the trees anymore.

“I am not a dog, Victor,” Otabek informs him. “You want to call me, you can use my name.”

“But then again, you can call a dog by its name, too, and it comes.” Victor’s smile is amused as he lowers the phone and looks up.

Otabek lets out a sound that’s almost a growl.

Victor’s smile spreads wider. “Calm down,” he says condescendingly, and if the scent of the groundroot wasn’t so thick around him, Otabek would rip his head off. Victor was annoying before, but he has become downright unbearable ever since he got the groundroot.

Victor smiles soothingly. “Otabek. It’s good to see you.”

“What do you want?” Otabek asks, standing close to the tree trunk, ready to bolt if needed.

“Straight to business, as usual,” Victor sighs and pockets his phone. “Well, then. Do you know anything about the recent events in the city?”

Otabek once lived in the city, but he hasn’t been there in years. He shakes his head cautiously.

“It’s getting pretty bad. Someone is targeting you guys.” Victor’s voice is serious.

Oh. This he knows. It’s one of the reasons he chose to disappear into the mountains. He knew it wasn’t safe for him to stay.

Victor clears his throat. “It’s been a problem before, as I’m sure you know. But it’s getting worse. Three were found dead in the last month alone.”

Otabek blinks, and suddenly there is a strangling feeling in his throat. Why would Victor be telling him this, if it wasn’t for—

“JJ?” Otabek asks in a faint voice.

“No, your friend is fine,” Victor says. “We got to him before they did. He’s in a safe place.”

Otabek exhales and looks down as relief washes over him. Then he fixes his gaze on Victor. “Well, you can give the Agency my thanks for saving JJ, but if you’re here to ask me to fight the bad guys alongside you, you can forget about it.”

Victor snorts. “Yes, you made it quite clear that one time I did ask you.”

Otabek has nothing against the idea of fighting for those who aren’t in a position to fight for themselves. What he is opposed to are the Agency’s methods of protection, and hence fighting on their payroll is not an option. If he agrees to fight with them, he checks the agree box on their terms and conditions, and Otabek is too aware of what it says in their terms and conditions to even go near that check box.

“But,” Victor says with some hesitation, “the Agency would like your help. Unofficially.”

Otabek gives him a steady stare and says nothing.

“Please, Otabek. We are swamped with these recent incidents,” Victor tries, sensing the resistance. “Plus, you wouldn’t be working within the Agency. You don’t have to follow our rules.”

“I don’t want anything to do with the Agency,” Otabek says in a low tone. He knows Victor can hear his words, quiet as they are.

“But you do want to help your people, right?” Victor strikes right into the spot where he knows Otabek is vulnerable. Because of course he wants to help.

“What kind of a fucking question is that?” Otabek grumbles instead of giving a direct answer.

Victor smiles. He clearly knows he’s got Otabek. “Thank you,” he says empathetically. He picks up a nondescript brown paper folder from the hood of the car and takes a step closer to Otabek.

Otabek stands alert as Victor walks over, his designer shoes sinking into the soft mossy ground on each step. Otabek is ready to bolt at any second, but he stands absolutely still as Victor hands the folder in his direction.

“I didn’t say I’d help you,” Otabek says, but he takes the offered item nonetheless.

“You’re not helping me,” Victor replies evenly. “You’re helping him. Even though he doesn’t know he needs your help.”

Otabek flips the folder open. Inside, there is a typical case file for someone, with a picture attached at the top of the sheet with a paper clip. Otabek sneers. “Another one from your archive?”

Victor looks like he wants to launch into one of his speeches about the archive, but instead he just nods at the folder, urging Otabek to read the file.

Otabek skims over the text, but it’s the photo at the top that really catches his attention. It looks like it’s taken from a distance, so the features are a bit blurry, but he can make out the oval face framed by blond hair, and what is clearly a pair of very light-colored eyes.

Otabek looks up. “Why did you come to find me? With that hair and those eyes, there’s no way he belongs to the mountain.”

Victor sighs. “He doesn’t. He belongs to the forest.”

“Then why—?” It suddenly clicks and Otabek cuts himself off. Victor said there were three dead in the last month alone. “They got Celestino.”

It’s not a question, but Victor nods nonetheless.

For a moment it’s silent, only the soothing hum of the pine forest surrounding them. Otabek swallows and his eyes slide down to the folder he’s holding in his hands. There isn’t a lot of information in it.

“You said he doesn’t know he needs my help,” Otabek remarks.

“He doesn’t know what he is,” Victor replies. “Found in the forest as a toddler, been in a series of foster homes ever since. Something always… happens, and he gets returned to the system.”

Otabek looks up from the folder to glare at Victor. “So you guys archive him and keep an eye on him but no one ever cared enough to actually help him?”

This is why the Agency can go suck a bag of dicks in Otabek’s opinion. They want to keep tabs on all non-humans, but they don’t want to interfere. Not even when someone’s life sucks balls because they don’t know why they keep causing weird things to happen in their environment.

As if hearing the unspoken accusations, Victor frowns. “He was flying under the radar for quite a long time, we didn’t know. We would have sent for Celestino, but…” he trails off. “And now he’s vanished from foster care and no one knows where he is or if he’s even alive anymore.”

“So that’s where I step in.” Otabek swallows and looks down at the picture of the skogsrå* who doesn’t know he’s a skogsrå.

He reads the name again from the first line of the file.

Yuri Plisetsky.

Somehow, Otabek needs to find Yuri Plisetsky before they do, and then teach him how to control his powers before it’s too late.

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So, should I continue this or scrap it? Like/comment/reblog if you’d want more. I only post beginnings of fics that have complete storylines and characters and everything all planned out, so with this I’m just trying to determine if I should bother writing it out… I’m doing this because I have so many completed ideas and I don’t have the time and energy to write them all, so I’m seeing which stories resonate with people.


*skogsrå (Swedish) = a warden of the forest, a kind of a forest spirit or demigod in Scandinavian mythology. The in folklore are often wardens of a particular landform or location (mountain, lake, forest etc).

This fic idea is inspired by a Swedish series called Jordskott, and I’ve borrowed some of the mythology elements from the series (and added some that are not in the series), but this fic’s plot has nothing to do with the plot of the series.

Alright, guess I’m not gonna fanfic this any time soon, so here we go.

Pike dragging Scanlan for calling her magic fucked up is great. So gratifying. But you know what should truly be addressed at some point about the things he said, and the things Pike specifically should be upset about?

When Scanlan made the point of listing off how everyone’s got someone, and he got no one on VM, he started with Pike and Grog who would always have each other. Which is, as far as we know, a purely familial bond. That’s fair.

And then he went on and listed the couples? How they’d always have each other? When I’m not even sure Percy and Vex were all that official with everyone yet (dragons kind of made them have bigger concerns), and also, you know, twins?

Like, real talk. Romantic relationships come and go. I don’t see either of them going any time soon, or ever, but how is that any more significant than, you know, twins?!

Not to mention that Percy and Keyleth had a very platonic to familial relationship going on as well.

The point is, in that speech, Scanlan’s priorities were somewhat skewered towards romantic relationships. I don’t have someone romantically, and that’s part of the reason why all this is happening. Which places a really, truly unfair burden on Pike, seeing how the entire proposal thing went down.

So, if she’d just said yes, he’d have stayed? If she’d just taken one for the team and accepted his proposal and advances, so he could have someone, too?

That’s just gross. So gross. Up there with calling someone who’d been looking up to you as a father figure out for daddy issues kinds of gross, if not worse.

And the fact that he seems to be okay now that he has people “rooting” for him doesn’t make this any better. Someone used the Tyra Banks gif in response already, VM was already rooting for Scanlan. They all did have each other’s backs unconditionally, and independently of romantic or blood relationships, it’s just that apparently, Scanlan didn’t value anything else.

He had fair points about being treated differently for his height and Vax being bad about his personal space, and also leaving him alone after dying was not a good move, even without the prank which was… Welll, an entirely different cup of tea. VM needs like an aftercare ritual after intense fights, so no one has to spend the night alone, also independently of the romantic relationships, so the burden doesn’t fall to one person specifically. Like Pike. Poor Pike.

anonymous asked:

How do you think Cas will come back? I don't really see anything pointing to how that happens. Hasn't been any build up on that front other than Jack saying he has to find him in the beginning.

I have no idea at all. So the following is stream of consciousness musing. Anybody is free to add their two cents.

Who even has the power to reassemble an angel if not God? All the big players we are aware of have been swiped off the board or taken themselves out of the equation. Though I don’t know why Dean gave up on God giving him back Cas so quickly. Maybe it takes a while for his prayer to reach wherever Chuck is chilling it with Amara. So far, Cas’ resurrection has always been swift even if Dean didn’t always know it because Cas got lost in the waters once (and didn’t think to look for his body). Maybe Chuck can’t access the Empty, but he could at least send Dean a text message about it. Anyway. In case it’s not Chuck, who else can reassemble an angel and put him back to factory settings?

The world - to exist and thrive - doesn’t need Cas, that much was clear when Chuck didn’t include him in his little speech to Dean. (Can you tell I’m super bitter about Chuck? In terms of shitty dads he is higher up on my list than John.) Dean however has a far more nuanced and human understanding of the whole situation; he and Sam cannot continue being the pillars to uphold the world without a support system. Just why did Chuck always bring back Cas? Not because he’s got any specific love for Cas I suppose. 

So who could bring Cas back and why? Someone who is powerful enough, someone that sees a certain profit to having Cas back in the game. 

I could imagine that there’s some entity inside the Empty that pushes Cas back out, maybe with an agenda. Purgatory too had a sort of awareness that caused a portal to open for Dean because he - as a human - doesn’t belong in there. Mostly, I’m kind of hoping for Cas to meet a powerful being in the Empty that takes a shining to Cas. Though nothing ever comes for free I suppose, so why would anybody but the Winchesters want to bring Cas back?

Maybe Jack becomes powerful enough to bring him back (no reason to trust Miriam - I think her name was - when she told Dean that Cas couldn’t be revived by Jack. How should she know where Jack’s powers draw the line? She clearly had no idea that killing an archangel’s nephilim with an angel blade wasn’t gonna work. So apart from all her insight into Dean’s troubled soul? She doesn’t know anything. Though I think it would be bad if Jack couldn’t revive Kelly but he could revive Cas.)

Judged by the little teaser on how Cas will be once he’s back, I do wonder who does that “hard reset”. Jack only knows Cas from Kelly and from possessing him once. Why should he bring him back with a hard reset instead of the way he knew him to be? (Even if he read the Supernatural books he’d get the idea of a “helpful and dreamy” guy *lol*)

Ah, anyway. I don’t know. I’d be interested in it being something else than Jack or Chuck, but if it’s not Chuck then I worry about the consequences of his resurrection.

Fate of a Golden Rose

A young maiden must fall in love with an accursed beast.

ff.net ao3.org

Au: Beauty and the Beast

Word count: 3K+

Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

A/N: I had to cut the prologue into two parts. Since originally it was 10,000 words all together. Part two will be uploaded later.

Special thanks to: @brownhairedbetty​, @itstenafterfour​, @juggiehasmyheart17​, @kingcoleandqueenlili​, @buggiekinsx​ for beta reading

First part of prologue

Prologue: The Curse

Snow veiled the kingdom with its frosty sheet of ice. The beginning of January arrived and it brought all of its glory to the earth, its frozen flakes.

The Prince sits on his throne, no assignments to carry out. He might as well not even been there, it made no difference.

Unexpectedly, a person appeared in the rooms entrance, awkwardly shuffling her feet and chewing her bottom lip. Jughead further slouches in his chair and groans realizing it was just a maid there to bother him. He gestures her to enter the room and she follows his order and hurries to him.

Scrambling with her feet she hesitantly curtseys. “Prince Forsythe, there’s a strange woman in the main hall.” The stout maid explains fidgeting with her hands.

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