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BREAKING: Germany legalizes marriage equality
Same-sex couples get full marital and adoption rights - but Angela Merkel votes against the change.

On the last day of Pride Month, politicians in Germany voted to legalize same-sex marriage, despite Chancellor Angela Merkel’s opposition. 

Merkel had been vocal about opposing marriage equality for “children’s welfare,” but said that despite her personal beliefs, she would allow the measure to be brought to a vote. Equality won 393-226, with four abstentions.

The German legal code will now read: “Marriage is entered into for life by two people of different or the same sex,” AFP news agency reported.

Following Friday’s vote, Mrs Merkel said that for her marriage was between a man and a woman. But she said she hoped the passing of the bill would lead to more “social cohesion and peace.”

And this from the New York Times:

“If the Constitution guarantees one thing, it is that anyone in this country can live as they wish,” Thomas Oppermann, the parliamentary leader of the Social Democrats, said in opening the floor debate. “If gay marriage is decided, then many will receive something, but nobody will have something taken away.” […]

Christine Lüders, the director of the German government’s anti-discrimination agency, said that the law was “not about special rights for anyone, but about equal rights.”

Ms. Lüders said the law would play a significant role in combating discrimination, by helping make same-sex relationships a social norm in Germany, as they have become in many countries across Europe. Last week, the German Parliament voted to void the convictions of 50,000 men punished under an anti-gay law repealed in 1994.

“I am certain that just a few years from now, as a society, we will look back on this decision on marriage equality and ask ourselves, ‘Why on earth did it take us so long?’” Ms. Lüders said.

A Pride to remember for years to come. Congratulations, Germany! 


Originally posted by magiccastles

anon said : can you do a yugyeom enemy to fwb smut where the reader is a bit younger? thank you!

Summary : You say you can’t stand him. He tells you to take a seat then.

Warnings : language, smut

Word Count : 2.8k+

If Yugyeom interrupted the lecturer one more time, you were going to take the stapler off of the desk and staple his lips shut. Okay… not really. That was a really gross thought actually. You discreetly shook your head, trying to get the image the thought had conjured out of your mind.

You had been thrilled to be selected as a TA during your first year of college. The thrill had lessened slightly as the year had progressed. Honestly it wasn’t the job that had lessened the thrill. Everything would have been fine if Yugyeom wasn’t a student in the only class you were working as a TA in.

Yugyeom. College Junior. Majoring in dance. Minoring in music. A complete jerk.

It seemed that he’d made it his job to annoy every serious college student, go to every college party, and to have sex with every hot college girl. And one more thing… what was it… oh yeah! He’d made it his job to annoy the shit out of you.

Keep reading


Captain Cassian Andor & Captain Steven Trevor: Both sacrificed their lives for the good of their worlds, pure, beautiful souls, fell in love with amazing strong women in a short period of time, followed & backed their every play deserved more time w/ their love, deserved better.

¥ I wish we had more time ¥

// I love you // your father would be proud of you Jyn //

100 Years - Warren Worthington III X Reader

Word count: 2.1k
Requested: no.
A/N: I kinda really want a review on this and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cry while writing this. I honestly don’t know how I came up with this.
WARNINGS; Smut, death mention

‘I’m 15 for a moment

Caught in between 10 and 20

And I’m just dreaming

Counting the ways to where you are’

Warren never had it easy, his life had been hell since he was nine years old. he discovered he was a mutant and his father disowned him. He reverted to running away to anywhere, his father had been responsible for many mutant deaths and he was certain he would kill his own son too, if given the chance. Years later, at fifteen ( six years to be exact), Warren was standing inside of a closed cage used for mutant fighting. He had nothing really, just his dream of being free and able to run away with the white wings spanning out of his back. They had to be useful for something else than violence, he knew it. But he couldn’t leave. This messed up place was his home and all he really wanted was to feel loved for who he was and not be a center of attention for entertainment. The blond boy found himself staying up late just to dream up a better place than here. There had to be some one out there who would love him as he was, there was someone for everyone wasn’t there?

'I’m 22 for a moment

And she feels better than ever

And we’re on fire

Making our way back from Mars’

He had give up a lot of his dreams since he was fifteen, Warren no longer believed in love. He was a lone wolf, he had many one night stands, many nights drunk and many fights. He had stopped dreaming of this freedom he craved for so long.
Warren’s twenty second birthday was different, he hadn’t seen interest in anyone until he looked out into the crowd of the people who were watching him fight. His eyes landed on her and his body froze for a moment. She wasn’t visibly interested in the fighting yet somehow her whole body had him captured. He watched her throughout that night, he had to speak to her.
He had never been nervous, except when he was hiding away from his father and sneaking behind his back to cut off his wings, but now he was nervous to even look in this girl’s way.
Once he caught up to be behind this woman, Warren froze again. He wondered if she would even want to speak to a freak like him. Probably not but he wanted this so bad, he had to speak to her and he wondered why. Gently, the angels hand landed on the shoulder of the unnamed lady. She spun around to reveal her y/e/c eyes and a bright smile. She paused, unsure why he wanted to seek her attention as Warren mentally prepared himself for a rejection. “Hello, I’m y/n. You are?” her voice was soft as Warren swallowed down his fear. “I’m Warren, and I must say you look very, very lovely” his thick British accent came out.

Neither of them knew how it happened, but the two woke up the next morning together in a pile of limbs, wings draped over y/n’s soft y/s/c skin. Their clothes were in a pile next to them as y/n rubbed her eyes and focused in the white wings around her body. She took time to caress him and love him. Warren had never felt any kind of affection, not for a long time. Then it all came back into her mind. The soft sounds he made as she praised him and pressed her fingers in the spot between his wings. His moans were soft and muffled as he buried his face in her neck, thrusting himself in and out of her body at a relatively calm pace. He had always been rough but he could swear his body was on fire when he was inside her. Or the way he groaned loudly when her fingers tangled into his blond mess of curls as his thrusting sped up, her tugging the roots as a way of appreciation during their hook up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he rocked himself fluidly. Warren took it all in as he remembered the night before, a heavy blush falling to his cheeks as he was on a high that was love.

'15 there’s still time for you

Time to buy and time to lose

15, there’s never a better wish than this

When you only got a hundred years to live’

It hurt when he watched y/n get dressed and press her lips to his cheek as she left. The thought of him never having that kind of high, that kind of touch, that kind of love again had actually hurt him. Part of him wanted to chase after her but he was physically drained and had another fight today. No time for love. He hung his head and sighed to himself. But he noticed the small slip of torn paper later with her number. Maybe this angel with a broken heart had a chance after all. Hr had never stuck with a one night stand, he had never even tried by now, things had to be different. For the first time in his life, he prayed.

'I’m 33 for a moment

Still the man, but you see I’m a “they”

A kid on the way, babe.

A family on my mind’

Some how, this boy got the girl and now in their mid thirties, he was asking to start a family with his wife of four years. She wasn’t a mutant and he didn’t think she would want a mutant child. He wondered why anyone would want someone who was a freak of nature like he was. He paused for a moment and took in her beauty. “Can I ask you something?” he swallowed as his lover looked up with soft eyes. “Of course”. Warren ran a hand through his hair, “Do you… want to start a family with me?” Warren’s voice came out so soft that y/n had barely heard it. Her lips pulled into a smile, “of course I do”.

Warren had fallen into the wrong when he joined Apocalypse when he was only 24 years old, and somehow, she loved him even then. Y/n loved him with the permanent tattoos on his face and his permanent metal wings, which ached so horrible. He had cut her with them during the simple task of cuddling and was so terrified to touch her, but her response was only “we’ll learn”. He considered himself beyond lucky to have her.

“Angel…” y/n started as Warren blinked back to reality. 'hm?’ “We’ve already started our family… I’m pregnant”. Warren’s eyes widened, “really?! Aren’t you afraid they’ll be a mutant like me and-” Y/n cut him off. “That’s what I’m hoping for, actually. I’ll have two angels in my life and more reasons to stay strong”.

'I’m 45 for a moment

The sea is high

And I’m heading into a crisis

Chasing the years of my life’

Their son was twelve now and Warren swore he was going to be the death of him. He watched his son grow his used to be white wings and comforted him when the pain was unbearable. He valued a lot in life now, his family was his everything. Warren wondered how his life had passed by so much and was open to his son, telling him he had been in the wrongs more than once. On one night, when the only child of them was sick, Warren was sitting with his twelve year old, telling him that he would always love him and the moat important thing was to be proud of who he was. “dad, I know… I’m proud of who I am because you’re my dad. I’m like you and I’m me”. His heart swelled, here he was, chasing after another dream. He wanted another child, and he was impatient.

'15 there’s still time for you

Time to buy and time to lose yourself

Within a morning star’

Warren held his little girl when his son was almost thirteen. His eyes were glossy as his wife had given everything she could, he had a new person to care and love, but he no longer had the woman who had given this to him. He felt pain, and of course, he was losing his mind. She had given her life for a new life that was rowing inside of her, suddenly Warren felt sick, like it was his fault.
His son turned fifteen, his daughter two. That was the day he seen her again, this time, she was real. “How?” he asked as his wife, who was long dead, now held his cheek in her palm. “Mutants are able to vary, aren’t they? I’m a mutant as well… I gave myself a second chance, for you. I’m nor immortal. Just able to heal” she cooed softly. “but why did you leave me all alone?” he asked with a more than broken heart. “I never left you, I would never leave you. Do you know why? Because you’re in my heart”.

'15, I’m right with you

15, there’s never a better wish than this

when you’ve only got a hundred years to live’

For the first time in a long time, Warren felt at ease as he watched his children grow and his wife grow old with him. “Pretty soon he’ll be going away to college” Warren sighed as he watched the seventeen year old boy who resembled him so much play with his four year old sister. “That just means we have to watch and care for our daughter just as much as we did him when he was an only child” y/n sounded softly. Warren nodded, “maybe we could get a dog”. Y/n felt her lips pull into a smile, “that sounds wonderful”.

'Half time goes by

Suddenly you’re wise

Another blink of an eye

67 is gone

The sun is getting high

We’re moving on…’

The house had grown quiet and empty, the once young and blond angel was now aged and gray haired. His children had given him grand children. His son was now thirty four years old with a wife and two little boys. His daughter, a bright young girl who resembled her mother and had his white wings, was twenty two years old and expecting her first baby. She had grown up to be a nurse. His grandchildren found it wonderful that he knew so much, “Grandpa has to know! He always knows!” they’d cheer. It warmed Warren’s heart.
Warren sat down uncomfortably, his back aching. His wings had the tendency to schedule and he’d sit up crying most nights now. Y/n looked up, “pretty soon the house will always be empty…” it wasn’t a thought the two adored, they feared it more than anything. The angel smiled, “We’ll be alright”. And they would.

'I’m 99 for a moment

And dying for just another moment

And I’m just dreaming

Counting the ways to where you are’

Warren had become ill and was on bed rest. He was sick, he knew this. He lost her for the final time. His son was Sixty six and aging, his daughter was fifty four and by his side. “It will all be okay” they assured, he knew this, he was an angel. He counted down the moments until he’d be knocking on heaven’s door. He didn’t want to leave his family behind but it’s a part life played.

'15 there’s still time for you

22 I feel her too

33 you’re on your way

Every day’s a new day’

In the end, it was believed the mind plays memories in a sequence for the last seven minutes of brain activity. His memories were jumbled as he found himself looking at a very young woman again, her beauty catching him off guard. She smiled her captivating smile and he was drawn in like she was a siren of the sea. Maybe this wasn’t the end, but was the very beginning.

'15 there’s still time for you

Time to buy and time to choose

Hey 15, there’s never a wish better than this

When you only got a hundred years to live’

He hadn’t moved, still staring at the unnamed stranger as he dreamt up his life with her. He paused, so many choices and so many things to say, he gently reached forward and touched her shoulder gently to grab her attention. She turned around with her y/e/c eyes shining, “yes?” she hummed out softly. Warren’s lips tugged into a smile, “I couldn’t help but be captured by your beauty, can I get you a drink?” he offered with a calmer tone than what was in his head. She smiled and nodded, “I’d like that, on two conditions”. He nodded, “yes?’ She paused, "Your name and a conversation”. “of course”.


IG Marc Bartra:

“Today I received once again the visit from the ones who make me the most happy. They are my everything, the reason for which I always fight to overcome the obstacles and this one has been the worst in my life, an exprience I would not wish on anyone in this world.

The pain, the panic, the incertitude of not knowing what was happening, nor how long it was going to last… they were the longest and hardest 15 minutes in my life.
And to all that I want to tell you, that I think the shock from the past days is fading more and more each time and at the same time, the desire to live, fight, work, laugh, cry, feel, love, believe, play, train, to keep enjoying my people, my loved ones, my teammates, my passion, to defend and to smell the grass like I do before the matches start and to motivate myself. To see the stands filled with people who love our profession, people who only want us to feel emotions that make us forget the world, and especially the ones we live in, crazier and crazier each time.

The only thing I ask, THE ONLY THING, is that we ALL live in peace and leave behind the wars.

These days when I look at my damaged and swollen wrist, you know I feel? Proud. I look at it proudly thinking in all the harm that they wanted to inflict on us, but it only came to this.

Thank you to the doctors, nurses, physiotherapists and the people who are helping my recover and making sure that my wrist has perfectly recovered. To the thousands and thousands of milieu, organisations of every type, BVB and teammates, whose support and affection have reached me. No matter how small, it has incredibly filled me with strength to ALWAYS continue forward.

I needed to write and vent and clear everything up in order to only think about being 100% again as soon as possible! A huge greeting!

Marc 💛”
Melissa’s comment: “The best in the world❤”

Something More (NSFW)

Characters: Roy Harper (Red Arrow), Reader (You).

Requested by: @umbreonxespeon

Synopsis: NSFW Red Arrow, helping Roy get over his drug addiction and wanting more in their relationship.

Warnings: Sexual content, Language, Drugs.

A/N: Hope you like it!
I must say I did😉

I remember when I learnt of Roy’s addiction.
He had asked me to look after Lian for a week while he went away for work, when I returned to his apartment to drop her off, he still wasn’t due back for an hour or so, the door was unlocked. I stalked into the apartment, holding Lian’s hand and asking her to stay by the front door. I looked in the kitchen, I looked in the master bedroom, I didn’t see Lian sneak in behind me and to the bathroom. She screamed out “Dad! Wake up! I’m home!” It was then I knew, something was up. I gasped when I saw the Red Arrow uniform scattered over the floor.
That day I learnt he was a vigilante. At first I assumed he had bled to death, from what ever “work” he’d been doing.
That day… I learnt he did drugs.
Once I entered the bathroom, I immediately grabbed Lian from the limp body and carried her into the living room. “Sit here.” I said. I called Dinah Lance. She cared for Roy, she would help me. While I waited for her to arrive, I knelt by him. A belt tight around his arm and the needle still implanted.
That day, my heart broke. The man whom I secretly loved from afar kept many secrets from me. I checked his pulse. It was slow, but it was there.
How much damage have you done to yourself Roy?
I wouldn’t shun him for this. I would help him, get him over his habit.
Dinah arrived with Hal Jordan and took over. I stood with Lian while they helped Roy, comforting her, coming up with excuses to explain why Dinah and Hal were here, why she couldn’t go say “hello” to daddy, why I was shaking and on the verge of tears.

Now, Lian was staying with Dinah with the occasional visit until Roy was past his lashing out stage from withdrawal.
I stayed at his apartment 24/7 to supervise him. I held him tight as he shivered in cold sweat. I kept my distance but tried to calm him when he would shout in anger at me. He never laid a hand on me during those times. He was good at that.
I wish, once these tough times are over, once he is back on his feet, he will realise how much I love him and care for him and maybe this will extend into something more.

“Bye Daddy!” Lian waved as Dinah led her our the front door.
“Bye sweetie!” Roy smiled, leaning on living room archway frame, cartoons playing in the background. He was looking better already. No more sunken cheek and collarbones. And he was easier to make smile. His blue shirt seemed more tight-fitting than loose, as did his jeans.
Can’t lie, seeing how thin he used to be, how he managed to take down criminals almost nightly is astonishing.

“It’s late.” I mumbled.
“It’s 10pm?” He questioned.
“I know. I’m just tired. And you should go to bed too, it helps when you sleep early. It’s better for you.”
Roy laughed. “Yes, nurse.” He mockingly saluted.
I rolled my eyes at him.
“You go to bed. I’m just going to clean up the mess Lian and I made.” He gestured at the dolls, paper and crayons scattered on the carpet of the living room.
“Okay.” I smiled at him. “Goodnight.” I went to the spare bedroom where I have been sleeping.
I slipped into a light, silk nightgown and slid under the sheet of my bed.

My door creaked open and I opened my eyes just enough to see the clock. It was only 10:37pm.
“Roy?” I mumbled, half-asleep.
“Mhmm.” I heard infront of me and pressure was suddenly on my bed as it sunk beneath unseen weight.
“Roy, are you on my bed?”
“Mhmm.” I felt fingers lightly brush against my neck as my hair was pushed to the side.
“What are you doing?”
I felt warm breath against my skin, tingles ran up my spine. “Something I didn’t have the courage to do until now.” He whispered and kissed my neck, leaving a trail of kisses up to my lips. His soft lips pressed against mine. My heart started pounding. I rolled on my back Roy climbed on top of me. He kissed me with passion. His tongue touched my lips, asking permission to push this further which I gladly complied to.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair. His knees were on either side of my hips, straddling me. He grinded against the thin pieces of fabric separating my skin from his.
He moved back to my neck, kissing, sucking and biting at my sensitive spots. I moaned loudly as he found the especially sweet one. I could feel his lips quirk into a grin at that.
Roy sat up, stripping the sheet off me.
I noticed now in the light coming through the door he was only in boxers, his torso bare.
“Something catch your eye.” He winked and I bit my lip. Something definitely caught my eye.
His fingers delicately went underneath my nightgown and traced the hem of my underwear.
My body was on fire.
He slipped his fingers in and teased me, lightly playing with my clit.
“You tease.” I purred.
He smirked and pressed his lips against mine again, muffling my moan when he slipped his fingers into my wet hole. “So wet for me.” He said between kissing.
His fingers pumping in and out of me faster and faster. A knot formed in my stomach ready for release. His cock was hard and pressing against my stomach.
He pulled his lips away in time for my climax.
I cried out in pleasure as he rode out my orgasm with his fingers. My juices releasing onto them.
“Fuck.” I muttered, gasping at the feeling.
He removed his fingers and sucked on them. “As delicious as I imagined.” He said.
I stripped myself of my nightgown and started to pull at his boxers.
“My, my. Horny are we?” He laughed as he slowly removed them, never breaking eye contact with me. Such a tease.
He climbed on top of me again and placed his cock at my entrance. He gradually pushed into me, starting with the tip until I felt his hips hit mine. He grabbed my thighs and wrapped my legs around him. “Ready?” He breathed as he let me adjust.
The instant I nodded he started moving. Oh god.

Something Special (Modern AU)

I think about them sometimes. They were wonderful, loving people, my parents. I often wish I had gotten more time with them. I wonder sometimes how different my life would have been. Not that I’m not grateful for everything the Blake’s have done for me since they passed, taking me in and making me part of their family. It was more than I could have asked for. My parents and Aurora had been long time friends, I knew them since the day I was born. As a kid I spent many play dates with Octavia and Bellamy. I was so young when my parents died, I’ve spent more of my life living in the Blake household than I had in my own. But, sometimes, I can’t help but feel like I don’t belong.

There’s a knock on my door, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I realize I’ve been crying.

“Come in!” I feign enthusiasm, still feeling that pang of pain in my chest from thinking about the death of my parents.

Bellamy pops his head in, “Hey, Y/N, dinner’s ready.”

“I’ll be right down.” My voice sounds strained and false. I hope he doesn’t notice. He just nods, pulls his head back, and he’s gone.

As soon as the door is closed, I find myself smiling. Bellamy always has a way of making me feel better, even if he doesn’t know it. We’d always been close. There was something special with us. For a second I feel another pang in my chest, but this one a little different. It feels more warm. I recognize the feeling, but I ignore it. He’s practically my brother, after all.

As I walk towards my mirror, I wipe my face with my hands, removing any evidence of tears. I take a deep breath and look at myself. My eyes are still a little red and puffy, but hopefully no-one will notice. I run my fingers through my hair to make it look a little more presentable, silently cursing myself for looking like a sad disheveled mess when Bellamy had stopped in, then head downstairs.

The delicious smell of tonight’s meal fills my nose. I hear the sounds of dishes clinking, and a pot bubbling, and people shuffling around in the kitchen. When I walk in I see Aurora stirring something on the stove, Octavia pulling plates from the cupboard, Bellamy putting placemats on the table. We catch each other’s glance and he smiles a half smile at me, which I return in kind. He knows I had been crying, and he knows why. I can see it in his eyes.

The evening passes much like any other. We all make small talk around the table, laughing and smiling comfortably. Aurora is more bristly than usual, so we all tread lightly with what we say. Never the less, it’s a fairly happy family dinner. When I pass the salt to Bellamy our hands touch for a second and I feel a little electric pulse, and our eyes catch again. The moment is quick. Maybe there was no moment at all. I remind myself, “He’s like a brother.”

When the meal is over, we all help clear the table and pile the dishes in the sink. The others head out of the kitchen to their respective rooms and I’m left alone. It’s my turn to do the dishes, so I fill the sink with soap and water.

I fall into a familiar pattern. Scrub, rinse, dry, scrub, rinse, dry. My mind begins to wander. Childhood memories pop up in my brain, Octavia and I playing dolls, Bellamy chasing us when we all played tag, the three of us scribbling in colouring books while laying on our stomachs on the floor. Then flashes of later memories, as we all grew up. I see Bellamy’s face, his smile, his freckles, his curly hair… No, no, stop that now. I can’t think about him that way. I have to stop thinking about him that way. I need to think about something else. My mind switches gears then, back to my parents, back to the night I found out they died, back to the moment my entire world shattered around me, back to the most broken feeling I’ve ever experienced…


I jump as pieces of ceramic scatter on the floor. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. I’ve broken one of Aurora’s plates. The china passed down from her grandparents. The dishes that had survived three generations of Blake’s couldn’t survive one clumsy moment in my idiot hands.

“What was that?” Aurora asks as she enters the kitchen. I see her face drop as she sees the mess on the floor, her mouth hanging open. Her eyes start to water, then flash with anger.

I bend down to pick up the pieces, “I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry!” I can feel the tears stinging in my eyes and I try my best to hold them back.

Aurora approaches me and I can feel the heat of rage radiating from her. I’d seen her angry before, but not like this. She’d been in a bad mood all day, and I was about to be on the receiving end of all her frustrations.

“What did you do?” Her voice is like razors slicing into me.

“It was an accident, I’m so sorry.” I stand up, my hands filled with sharp broken pieces of the delicate dish ware, I feel a few cuts into my skin.

“You do realize those dishes were handed down to me by my parents, handed down to them from my grandparents. Don’t you?”

“I didn’t—“

“No, you didn’t. Just go, get out.” She grabs a broom and starts sweeping up the remainder of the broken pieces on the floor.

“Aurora, I’m so sorry. You know I didn’t mean to!”

“You know what, Y/N? I don’t want to hear excuses. Sometimes you’re such a burden.” she snaps.

Ouch. We’ve had our fights before. She endured my defiant, snotty teenage years. But this… this was something else. This ran deeper than just a broken plate.

“I don’t mean to be a burden on you…” I feel a tear escape.

“Didn’t I say I didn’t want excuses? You’ve always got something to say, always have to get in a word,” She’s on a roll now. This must have been pent up for a long time. “Just like your parents.”

“Don’t talk about my parents.” I say through gritted teeth.

“I knew them better than you did. You know your mom broke one of these plates once, too. You clumsy idiots, all of you. Like mother like daughter.”

“Hey, that’s enough.” I say, my blood beginning to boil, my voice rising.

“Don’t tell me what’s enough. Don’t speak to me like that in my own house.” Her voice has risen now too, and I’m sure Octavia and Bellamy can hear every word.

“It’s my house, too.” I counter.

“No, it’s not. You’re not a part of this family. We took you in. You ungrateful little goblin. I took you in! I didn’t have to do that and I did.”

“Nobody asked you to!” I spit.

“Your parents did! In their damn will. And stupid, stupid me, I agreed to it! We had enough struggles on our own and I still took in their bratty little kid.”

“Stop talking about my parents! They were your friends! They trusted you, which was clearly the wrong choice.”

“They made a lot of wrong choices. Irresponsible, unreliable, —“

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you!” I sputter.

“All you’ve done is be a drain on this family. You’ve caused way more trouble than you’re worth. You’re a leech. You always have been. But you know what? I’ve had enough. That’s it. You are not welcome here. Not anymore. Get out.” Her voice is steel, cold and hard.

I stand there, frozen. All my worst fears were true. I didn’t belong.

I turned on my heel and marched straight to my bedroom. Slamming the door shut, I stomped to my bed. I felt like a petulant child, but I was so hurt and angry I didn’t care. If she wanted me gone, fine. I’ll pack my things and get the hell out. It’s about time anyway.

I grabbed a bag and haphazardly started throwing clothes into it. I was blind with anger and tears. I grabbed another bag and started stuffing that one, too. After some time, I sat down on the edge of my bed. Exhausted and still crying, I heard a knock on my door. I didn’t respond. I didn’t want to talk to anyone.

Another knock. I still did not respond. I sat in rage charged silence.

The door slowly cracked open. “Hey, is it… is it okay if I come in?” Bellamy’s voice asked.

I huffed, “Yeah, sure, fine.”

He stepped inside, eyeing up the mess I’d made while tossing my belongings into bags. He approached the bed cautiously, and sat down beside me. His presence was already soothing, but my breathing was still heavy and uneven, and my throat still tight with fury.

“You heard all that, huh.” I stared straight ahead.

“Oh, I heard. I think the whole neighbourhood heard.” His sarcasm was not welcome right now.

I sighed. “Yeah… not my proudest moments.”

“Going somewhere?” He gestures towards the bags on the floor.

“She wants me to go, so I’ll go.” I say flatly.

“Don’t go. You know she didn’t mean it.” He reassures me. I turn to look at him then. His eyes are soft, concerned.

“Maybe. But she is right about one thing. I don’t belong here. And I never really have.” My voice quivers a little. This is what I’d worried about my whole life here.

“Don’t say that. Of course you belong.”

“No, Bellamy, I don’t. You guys have been so good to me, but I’ve never been part of the family. I’m just the kid who lives in the spare bedroom. I don’t belong.”

“Well, you belong with me.”

The air catches in my lungs. The room feels frozen in time. I stare at him, puzzled, shocked, my heart racing. Did he? Did I hear? What?

“I mean, you don’t belong with me, you belong to me. No not to me. I just mean that y’know that you’re cool, you’re good, you’re fine. I mean not fine as in fine, but fine as in okay.” He sputters, nervously, and laughs.

I realize I’ve been holding my breath. I laugh, too.

“Yeah, right of course. No, I knew what you meant.” I laugh awkwardly again.

We go quiet. There’s a tension between us. I’m suddenly aware of how close we’re sitting. I shuffle over a little and clear my throat, trying not to look directly at him because I can feel the warmth building in my cheeks and I’m sure they’re turning red. “Well, I uh, I better finish packing. I’ll stay at a friend’s place tonight, and come back and get more of my stuff tomorrow.”

“You’re really going to leave?” Bellamy’s voice is tinged with fear and disappointment.

“I mean, I’m not a kid anymore. I should get out on my own eventually, right?”


“Yeah. Right. So it’s about time I go.”

“I don’t want you to go.” He says in a tone I don’t know how to read.

Silence falls again.

“Do you want help packing?” He asks after a few moments pass.

“Yeah, you know what, that would be great.”

The tension soon breaks as we start to move around my room, assessing where to begin. I turn on some music and the mood lightens even more. Soon, we’re laughing and joking, picking up random objects and arguing over whether or not they’re worth keeping. I insist on keeping a hideous mug he had made me for my birthday one year when we had all been enrolled in a ceramics class. He convinces me to toss a very outdated sweater.

As the night wears on, we eventually stop packing things and end up sitting on the floor across from each other, listening to the music and just talking. It’s so easy to talk with him, so cozy to sit and let our thoughts mingle. We share our hopes, dreams, stories, jokes. It’s all just so… right.

“Hey, what did you mean earlier when you said you didn’t want me to go?” I ask him

He shrugs, “Y’know, I’m just used to having you around that’s all.”

I’m not convinced. I raise an eyebrow.

“Then again, it might be nice to have a break. You’re a pain in the ass sometimes.” He laughs

“Ha ha.” I roll my eyes.

But then he continues, “But also, I mean, I guess…” He trails off.

“What?” I laugh

“Nah, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, come on, you can’t do that” I tease, “You can’t just start a sentence and then pretend you didn’t say anything and leave me wondering what the hell is going on in that head of yours.”

I move closer to him, continuing to tease, “C’mon, tell me tell me tell me. Don’t be a jerk butt. Tell me.”

He laughs and rolls his eyes, smirking.

“No, you’re an idiot. Stop. Forget it.”

“Nope, not gonna.” I’m sitting right in front of him now, looking at him determinedly, “I’m going to sit right here until you tell me.”

He lets out a sigh, “I’d just… miss you, I guess.”

There’s one of those moments again. A moment that feels enticing. Like something is pulling us together.

“I’ll miss you, too, Bell.” I move to sit next to him, and the familiar safe feeling washes over the room again.

I lean my head on his shoulder and we sit like that for a while, the music playing softly, everything still and calm.

Then, his hand slowly moves closer to mine. It brushes against the side of my hand. I don’t move. We’re both looking down at our hands, transfixed. His pinky starts to reach towards mine. Slowly, our ring and pinky fingers are touching, softly, wrapping around each other. This gesture of intimacy fills the air and we both look up into each others eyes. Electric pulse.

Our eyes scan over each others faces, linger on each others lips, lock into each others gaze, and we’re leaning in. Gently, our lips touch. We move closer, lips parting and moving in synch. It’s slow and soft, meaningful. When we finally pull away, our eyes meet again.

“I can’t believe we did that.” I breathe.

“Did you… did you not want to?” He worries.

“No, no. I did. I just…” I can’t form a sentence.

“I wanted to.” He says.

“You did?” I try to hold back the hope and excitement in my voice.

“I really did. I… I have for a long time.” He seems relieved to say that.

“Me too.” I breathe.

“I like you, Y/N.” He looks me in the eyes, “I like you a lot.”

“I really like you too.”

Like magnets, our lips are drawn back to each other. This time the kiss is deeper, filled with pent up longing. I feel myself getting lost in it. There was always something special between us, and now, finally, we knew what it was.


This was a request by @ariatate. Sorry it took me so long. I hope you like it!

Ask Me! Send me a couple #’s on anon
  1. Experiences in your life you wish happened more often.
  2. Favorite moment or memory from grade school
  3. Characters you would most like to play if you were in theater.
  4. Animal species that best represents your personality with explanation.
  5. Prizes you would most likely win on a game show besides money.
  6. Songs you would sing at karaoke if no one would judge you.
  7. Super powers you would most like to have if you were a superhero.
  8. Items you would decorate a genie bottle with if you had to live in one.
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  12. Three things you would insist on having if you lived in an igloo.
  13. Items you would buy if you had three days to spend $1,000,000.
  14. Songs that drive you nuts when you hear them and why
  15. People you would watch if you could legally spy on them for a day.
  16. Reality shows you most wish you could be a contestant on.
  17. Three items you consider the best inventions ever.
  18. Moments in movies that have inspired you.
  19. Your idea of a perfect day/night spent alone.
  20.  Television shows that most resemble times in your life.
  21. People you would trade places with for one day, but not more.
  22. Things you would like to do if you were in your favorite foreign country.
  23. Game shows you think you could be a successful contestant on.
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  26. Places you would show to an alien if a flying saucer landed in your yard.
  27. Fashion risks you have wanted to take but have not.
  28. Movie characters that most inspire you.
  29. Funniest thing you have ever seen.
  30. Businesses you would like to own if you were an entrepreneur and why.
  31. Five top pet peeves.
  32. Funny or fun things your parents did while you were little.
  33. Food items you would eat most often if you didn’t have to worry about health.
  34. Three things you would do differently than your parents, and why.
  35. Three pieces of advice you’d give to your seventh grade self.

You know what? I am actually legitimately pissed off about the Shaun tags. 

Ya’ll are like “He’s so cold and unfeeling! I’m your fucking father/mother! You should love me! You should adore me!” 

Bitch, he lived for 60+ years never even fucking knowing you. You took a god damn nap, woke up 210 years later and spent a year collecting garbage and saying “Hm, I wish this game would have given me time with my kid so I could give a shit about him.” 

Don’t sit there and play the fucking victim card you hypocritical jackasses. You had more time with him than he did with you. You were there when he was a baby in the crib, playing with him. Running to the vault and seeing how much your characters friggin loved him. 

He. Never. Knew. You. 

He. Doesn’t. Remember. You.

“He treats me like I’m some…experiment!” 

He thinks it’s fascinating that you could unconditionally love someone you don’t know just because he’s your kid! You missed 60+ years of his life, found out he’s the head of this “evil organization” and you still love him just because he’s your son!

“It’s wrong that he thinks your husband was collateral damage!”


My great grandmother killed herself by drowning herself in the river when I was a kid. When I found out, I didn’t actually…feel sorry. I felt bad that she committed suicide, but I didn’t miss her. I didn’t feel love for her. I didn’t feel shit past “Oh wow that’s horrible that you assholes just let her do it”. Why? I DIDN’T KNOW HER. 

Yet he tells you that he thawed you out, organized you to cross paths with Kellog and felt it was some sort of revenge on both of your parts that you killed him. 

He set you free to see if you would go off and look for him. If your love was really strong enough to push you through hell and high water to find your missing son. 

You were an experiment, but you were more than that. You were a reminder that he could have had a life filled with love instead of hard numbers and cold facts. Kellog was a reminder that the Institute took that away from him. Your survival was proof that you love him so much and it’s remarkable. 

He thawed you out because he wanted to know. 

If after all of these years, 

after all of the rumors and harsh and horrible things you heard about the institute

if you’d still love him. 

He’s a dying old man taking a break from his hard work he dedicated his life to to reflect on what he’d missed out on before he died. 

He just wanted to meet his father/mother. 

He just wants you to love him, even if he doesn’t know how to properly respond to it. 

Your dedication to him is remarkable. 

dreamy asks 🌙 (ask meee!)

Moon: A childhood book + your favourite line from it?
Stars: Who’s someone you’d sleep on the stars with?
Sun: City night lights date or meadow picnic date (or both) and why?
Comet: A movie/show/book that taught you something important you’ll never forget?
Space dust: Night rain or day rain? Soft rain or thunderstorms?
Fairy lights: Soft candlelight or warm sunlight?
Meteor shower: Favourite song(s) to fall asleep to?
Vanilla twilight (hehe): If you wrote a ‘concept’ post about your dream future in your dream home what would it say?
Milky way: If you could go back in time where and when would you go to? Why?
Saltwater room: Sunrise or sunset? Do you like saying hello to the sun or moon more?
Dandelion wishes: What is one thing that always gives you hope?
Rose petals: Where do you want to be the most in the world and why?
Floral: Would you rather live underwater or in the sky?
Constellations: What is your favourite instrument to listen to? What is your favourite instrument to play (or that you want to play the most)?


‘‘You have to believe in yourself. You can’t just accept what other people say all the time, otherwise you’ll become them, and not yourself.


When I hear The Kick Inside now, I still wish I’d written those songs. I don’t belive in God, but if I did, her music would be my bible. She should be more treasured than the Beatles. That she isn’t is probably down to her own personality, because she can walk away from everything. And I respect her for that. Just to live your life, and not play the game - to me, that’s success.—  Tricky

hotdamnj2  asked:

Isn't discussing the J's anatomy so much more fun then getting in on all of the hate? I don't think people understand that the guys would never approve of the wives being hated on regardless of the validity of the marriages. They were raised with respect. Why can't we all have fun and get along. People take this waaaay too seriously.

Hello, sweetheart!

Ooh, you threw me a hot potato! Discussing anatomy and fawning over their epic romance definitely is fun, but that’s not the only way to be a J2 believer. I think we need all kinds of people among us - truthtellers, gifmakers, analyzers, wife lovers and haters… I believe we can only form a realistic picture if we put our heads together and discuss our views.

You and I are both quite fluffy and prefer to stay out of the wank, but I don’t think either of us have the authority to police what the others are saying. I read all sorts of blogs because I don’t mind learning about different views on the J’s situation - we are all prisoners of our own minds, but others can help set us free with their different perspective and new ideas. If I stick with only those who think like me, I’m handicapping myself much like the hets.

I don’t think it’s wise to dismiss someone outright for being “wanky.” They can still have good thoughts. It’s really up to each individual to moderate their own internet experience. If you feel like someone’s going too far for your tastes, make sure you unfollow them and blacklist their url. Everyone is allowed to say whatever they deem appropriate on their private social media accounts, as long as they don’t tag the J’s in their rants.

Personally, I follow people who love the J’s. I don’t mind it that much if they vent and rant their frustration as long as I see they’re coming from a place of love. We don’t actually know the J’s, so it’s impossible to say how they would feel about all this talk about their beards. I avoid the topic myself because it doesn’t interest me very much, but I think it’s great that there are people out there who are interested - the beards are a part of the J’s lives and have roles in this play. They are doing things while I’m looking away, but luckily someone else will catch it and share with us. We all have a part.

Do I wish we would focus more on the positive things at times? Of course, but things aren’t always simple and the J’s life together looks messy at times. I think it’s important that we stay here, face reality head-on and still continue to show our support through the good times and the bad. I hope my response didn’t offend you, darling! I value your friendship greatly. :) Have a wonderful day!

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

f-f-f-fight  asked:

#the first spell that ever showed him that his magic could do more than destroy #goodbye bury me –– uhm me too fucking thanks bye.

listen you don’t know how bad i want this, like the first time he learned he could use magic was when he killed his father and i think a lot about how that must’ve affected him and how when he finally discovered that his magic could do some good, like, what did it feel like? what did he do?

i bet he must’ve sat there for a long time, doing it over and over and maybe at first he was really scared that he would hurt someone again, but the more he did it, the more it felt okay. i imagine him smiling to himself and i wonder if he wished there was someone to whom he could show this new thing he could do.

also, like, i want to say one of the first things magnus tried to use his magic for was to give himself a friend, attracting a stray dog or something, because he didn’t have anyone else. and he probably used his magic to play fetch with it and i bet that would’ve been the first time he saw his magic give another living thing joy.

This is really hard for me to say, but I think I’ve come to the relaxation that you never loved me. You never wanted anything to happen between us. You got what you wanted out of me and left. Along the way you stole my first kiss, and ever since that night I prayed that I would get to kiss you again. The thought of us never kissing again devastated me, but I’ve come to realize that I am just going to live with it. We weren’t ever meant to be anything more than friends. You are just damn good at playing with a girl’s mind. I should’ve known the whole time it would end like this. I should’ve listened to the signs because now I’m left crying and you are off laughing and smiling with her… I should’ve known you would never pick me. I wouldn’t pick me. Who would ever pick a girl like me? I wish I could just let you go…
—  Excerpts from a book I’ll never write #11

clar-isima-deactivated20170327  asked:

Some people leave the fandom 'cause the canon might get dissapointing, BUT in my opinion that's when fandom becomes a sort of refuge... Not enough Brodinsons love in the movies? BAM! FF!, Interesting concepts droped like a hot potato by the directors? YOU KNOW THERE'S A FIC SOMEWHERE THAT EXPLORES IT! And your fics in particular are a great part of what lured me here and to ff in general, so don't get discouraged, cause your writing is AWESOME, and it's only improved :D

Thank you so much for sending this. ♥ I couldn’t agree more that FANFICTION IS WONDERFUL. And so is fandom is general. When canon lets us down or takes 4 freaking years to give us new content *cough*, our fellow fans are there to get us through.

I’ve been wanting to do fic recs lately, and this is a good excuse.

Fanfic Recommendations


  • Learning To Fly - astolat
    I don’t see why I should follow the crowd, the magpie said.
  • The Prisoner - ladymacbeth99 @ladyofmidgard
    Laufey did not abandon Loki, though he was anything but a good father. When Jotunheim wages war against Asgard yet again, Odin takes the young prince back with him as a political prisoner. An unlikely friendship forms between enemies.
  • No Such Liberty - XParrot
    Following the attack on New York, Thor takes Loki back to Asgard in chains; but this does not mean that the god of mischief’s schemes are ended, or that Thor has or ever will give up on his brother. But when Thanos threatens the realm to claim his lost prizes, on which side will Loki fall?
  • Tempting Death - loxxlay/sigyndenning @loxxxlay
    When Loki falls, Thanos picks him back up.
  • Godchild - griseldajane
    When Loki finds a de-aged Thor wandering alone on the battlefield, Loki takes the five year old child in and resolves to figure out how Thor was transformed and why…
  • Fault in Heart - aTasteofCaramell
  • What does Odin feel after Loki lets go?
  • Understanding the Storm - Lizardbeth @lizardbeths
    Loki returns to Asgard after Avengers. His family, especially his mother Frigga, searches for answers and hope. But on the other side of the universe, a dark storm rises.
  • In the Shadow of the Valley - Lise @veliseraptor
    Most of their meetings are accidental. But not all of them.
  • The Lullaby Singer - TheOtherOdinson @theotherodinson
    Odin hasn’t left Asgard in over a thousand years. When he finds out Loki is still alive and preparing to launch an attack on Midgard, he could send Thor to stop him. Or Odin could go himself.
  • Standing Still - TheOtherOdinson
    One year after the invasion of New York, Tony Stark receives two unexpected houseguests. One is welcome, the other not so much. Tony would love to know why they’re there. So would everyone else.
  • Life In Reverse - Lise
    Home is where you make it. Or, the AU where Loki falls to Earth after Thor, wanders around trying to work out what to do with himself, and somehow ends up working for SHIELD. (Mostly because supervillains are so plebian.)
  • Birthright - Lise
    Five times Odin almost told Loki the truth. Almost.
  • Four Days with Lazarus - LadyCharity @mykingdomforapen
    When the sky falls, he reaches for his brother.(in which Loki is afraid of hell)
  • in her garden grew hyacinths - LadyCharity
    There is a tapestry that hung on Frigga’s wall for as long as Thor can remember. He won’t admit it, but the sight of it makes him want to cry.
  • Road to Nowhere - Lise
    When Loki turns up demanding Thor’s help on a quest to retrieve the All-Mother from Valhalla, Thor isn’t about to say no. But that doesn’t mean he’s forgotten anything, and what better time than a road trip through the backwaters of the universe for trying to talk things out?
  • Truthfully - Salazarfalcon
    Loki gets a therapist and finds Earth hobbies that he enjoys in between bothering his brother and his friends.
  • The Great Subconscious Club - Mikkeneko @mikkeneko
    After the events of Avengers, Loki comes under the care of one Charles Xavier, who is determined to save him in spite of himself. 


  • A Differing Lot - disenchanted
    Thor was born to become a king. Loki was born to become nothing; he becomes something anyway.
  • A Wished-For Song - cavaleira @cavaleirahh
    In which Thor is forced to become king and Loki returns from parts unknown.
  • Shadow Plays - dreamlittleyo
    In which Thor lives a single day more times than he can count, and Loki doesn’t know how to fix it.
  • Bridges - themantlingdark @themantlingdark
    Thor and Loki write letters and fall in love.
  • Chaos War - astolat
    It was never easy to find Loki when he wanted to hide, but he wasn’t doing a particularly good job of it at the moment. Probably he didn’t think anyone from Asgard would be wasting their time hunting for him while the shining ones churned their way steadily through all the realm.


  • Syrgja - LadyCharity
    None of this was supposed to happen. SHIELD wasn’t supposed to find Thor and Loki on Earth three years after the battle. Loki wasn’t supposed to be a silent shadow of who he once was. And the Avengers…weren’t ever meant to endure the madness that would follow. “Cry, Loki. Cry”


  • Fleet-Footed and Caught - Barkour
    They caught up to him on the outskirts of a small and rainy town in the northwest of what Jane called America.
  • Kingsverse - nayanroo
    In an attempt to rein in the son that remains to her after Thor’s banishment, Frigga arranges a marriage between two old friends in the hopes that they can work together to heal an eroded realm. On Earth, a prince searches for identity after his world is turned upside-down. And in the darkness, something stirs.


  • Remember This Cold - Lise
    The series where Loki and Steve Rogers start orbiting each other, and it gradually turns into a thing, and then into another kind of thing.
  • Little Talks - Lena7142, Mostfacinorous @portraitoftheoddity; @mostfacinorous
    When Loki breaks into the Triskelion in search of the sceptre he’d left behind, he encounters trouble in the form of Steve Rogers and ends up in a SHIELD holding cell, while the good Captain attempts to figure out what to do with him.

I’ll have to do a Part Two soon. I’m missing so many favorite authors from this post. THANK YOU for all the hours of reading!

Desidero — a Promptis fic
By Organization for Transformative Works

Written for @promptisfanweek‘s second weekly prompt, ‘first kiss’.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Smut, nothing too graphic but definitely nsfw.
Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum
Characters: Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum
Additional Tags: Trans Character, Trans Male Character, Trans!Prompto, First Time, Mutual Masturbation, Sharing a Bed, Mild Language

Noctis thinks nobody knows what he’s getting up to one night in bed… but Prompto does.

Latin — noun

  • I want, I desire, I wish for.

It’s like an itch.

It’s the way his skin prickles whenever Noct is close, the way the sound of the prince’s voice goes right through him.

It’s an itch, and he can’t scratch it; can’t do much more than live in his own little fantasies, playing them over and over again, inventing a reality where Noct could ever, would ever—

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anonymous asked:

Lafayette!! Your wife is too pure for this world!! I only recently found out about her and she's so sweet and kind!! Why would you ever cheat on her? I get that it's part of "what's expected" but...Adrienne didn't deserve that, Lafayette.

“Love is…complicated. I love my wife. She is–as you have said–sweet, kind, and pure. She maintains a gentle heart to the best of her ability, even if she disagrees with me. Sometimes…sometimes perfection can be too perfect. Sometimes it can be rigid. Unbending. Retreated. Cold. I am not a good man to my wife at all times, I admit to you. Perhaps it is my ego. Perhaps it is the mischievous influences of some of my friends and family. Or perhaps it is because it is difficult to share intimacy with someone who does not share the same ambitions or beliefs. My wife is a good woman. She was raised in a convent and left its doors fervently pious and adamantly religious. Perhaps if my mother had lived closer and longer, I would have felt a connection to God as Adrienne does. But I do not. Because of this, while she seeks to stand at my side in all matters of state or politics, she will not participate in society with me. She does not play cards, she does not approve of horse racing, she is not fond of des soirées. I am not particularly fond of the latter vice either, but I suppose at times I wish I could see her more at ease. I am, perhaps, too worldly for my wife’s comfort, despite her devotion. And so, to my shame, my eye wanders.”

It should be noted that Lafayette never voiced this exact opinion. It’s something I’ve come to the conclusion of over time after reading his letters, her letters, some of their children’s letters, some of his lovers’ letters, etc. Adrienne was a deeply emotional woman who buried that emotion under decorum, piety, and gentility. Lafayette was a more adventurous sort…prone to bad decisions, vices, and poor influences like his brother-in-law, the Vicomte de Noailles. It was only after his imprisonment and their reunion behind bars that the switch seems to have flipped and he found himself actually learning about who his wife was and admiring her on a more intimate level. There are so many factors that caused his wandering eye. One of them was his *ego*. He returned a hero and any woman he fancied was ready to throw themselves at him…and he did not say no often. But on a more psychological level, I think that Adrienne guarded her heart due to the constant uncertainty of his life and he did not feel that spark with her because of it. Devoted is not the same as amorous. I think they were two very different people who learned how to love each other later in life. Adrienne was said to be greatly insecure. Lafayette was the opposite…at times, staunchly egocentric. Communication would have helped them. But both of them seemed to stand on ceremony when it came to the other until later in life. Then…ooooof. The letters he wrote about her later…I break a little every time I read them.

stregaomega  asked:

It's my birthday tomorrow! Would you write a swan queen story about birthday wishes? :)

Happy birthday! ;) Thanks for the prompt!

She had asked the very same wish ever since she had started to wonder who she was, where she came from, who her parents were. She had wished it even when hope left her and she had nothing but bars around her and the promise of a baby inside of her. She had asked for it while feeling dirty; tongue heavy the first months out of jail. She had hoped for it two years, four, five, seven, ten after that.

The tenth time she did so the candle had been a small star, a small blue star she never got to look properly at before she had been dragged into a world in where wishes could actually become true. If one asked for it enough.

Or wasn’t the one destined to become the Evil Queen apparently.

She had still wished for it every year, without candles for a while, without anything else but her hope that she would feel like she really belonged to the parents she had once hoped to find. She had almost convinced herself that she had found such a thing.

She lied.

She had told the truth one time though, when she had called herself a lost child, one of those that played with the fairies and wished for another kind of lives. Since then she had become more tightlipped about her wish, about her candles, the ones she returned to buy even if she really didn’t light them up when the day arrived. Hook had thought it to be a stupid little celebration she needed to forget. That had been one of those things she hadn’t changed. That had been one of those things that had saved her at the end.

18 years after the first time since she got out of prison the candle is blue once again. Small, star shaped and very much like the one she can remember 8 years prior. This time, however… it is different.

The candle burns until there is almost nothing left of it behind; a pool of slowly cooling wax in where still dances a dying flame.

And Emma closes her eyes and smiles, feeling Regina’s hands around hers, her fingers bumping against the rings they both wear. Henry smiles at them from the other side of the table as she opens her eyes, a smile far too similar too Regina, a detail that makes  her chuckle.

“I wish…”

Her voice trails off.

She doesn’t want anything else, she doesn’t need it anymore and so the flame flickers, leaving behind a trail of smoke.

It doesn’t matter. Emma is home.

willky12  asked:

Fast Lane Stuff & Living Large ;))

YEY! Thank you!!! :D

Fast Lane Stuff: What kind of car do you drive? What is your dream car?

I remember that you’re a big fan of cars, but unfourtully i’m not! hahahaha
I sold my car 3 years ago, it was a white Nissan March! But nowadays when i need to use a car i use my father’s car, which is a Honda CR-V, it’s a very big car for me! Feels weird…
So, how i don’t like to drive i think i can say that my dream car are autonomous cars!!!

Living Large: If you were granted 3 wishes what would you wish for?

Wow, that’s hard! I’m now thinking in so many answers but none are good wishes!  Ok, let’s try…
1- Autonomous cars, pleease! (since we’re talking about it)
2- I said earlier about having an immortal life as a vampire, but I don’t think I would ask to be immortal … maybe have some device that would allow me to stop time! (so i could sleep more, play sims, study, etc.) Nice, pretty lame, well done!
3- I think I’d ask to see the future, like in a thousand years! Just for curiosity…