year after year (more or less)


A year ago and a half ago, we knew them as that one rookie group with thirteen (not seventeen) members. But with each comeback, they’ve proven in a short amount of time that the members themselves are an all rounded group that can produce and choreograph. 

They always used to be in someone’s shadow―After School and Nu'est labelmates, or maybe just another group with a lot of members. But how many rookies get acknowledged with rookie awards and hold solo concerts, not just in Korea but abroad as well? How many idol groups place first on music shows in less than a year from debut? How many groups can confidently claim that they saved their company? Because Seventeen have done just that. 

In just a little over a year, Seventeen, you’ve come so far. Thank you for letting us be a part of your journey in 2016; let’s continue to make more memories for 2017 ♡

i just wanted to say i’m thankful and happy that we’re all here together and that you guys made this year a little less awful and a lot more bearable. im proud of u for not giving up and still bring here to see the year end. im glad we’re all friends and hopefully 2017 treats u better than 2016. and if not i’ll personally fight the whole year for u bc u deserve nothing but endless happiness after surviving through this year. i love u.

It all began with a series of flirty anon messages in his inbox one day, which turned into something almost profound over time. A year after the first message was sent, Dean’s almost positive that he’s fallen hard for someone he’s never met, on Tumblr no less. He wants to tell this person how he feels, but there’s one problem. He’s been in love with his best friend Cas for years, and will need to get over him before he can truly move on.

But what happens when things aren’t what they seem, and Dean meets “Angel” in person?


There are three things in his life that Dean wants to keep a secret.

1. He watches Doctor Sexy on the regular and has never missed an episode.

2. He liked how he looked in Rhonda Hurley’s pink satin panties so much that he bought a pair of his own after they broke up.

3. He’s probably, possibly, okay, really in love with a guy who he met on Tumblr.

Dean knows how cliché it is. Fall for some guy you’ve never met in person? Who is he, a character in ‘You’ve Got Mail?’

But Dean can’t deny that he’s in love with angelcake67. How else can one describe the way his heart races in his chest when he sees the little ‘1’ hovering above his inbox, or the way a smile bursts across his face when a ‘ping!’ rings out from his computer speakers? And if that isn’t enough proof, Dean has a thousand other reasons written down on a piece of paper that’s tucked away under his mattress. He’s in love with the guy because besides Sam, he knows more about Dean’s true self than anyone else. To Angel (Dean’s not-so-clever codename for the man), he’s not Dean, the star baseball player for Lawrence University, or the nurturing older brother to Sam, or the cocky womanizer every girl on campus takes him for. No, for Angel he can stop putting on personas and just let everything be. Angel knows him for his Star Trek blog, his love of math, his dorky text posts that he thinks up while he should be studying in the library. He knows many of Dean’s deepest insecurities, like his fear of his father ever finding out about his bisexuality, of his guilt over not doing enough for Sammy, of if he’s being selfish by enrolling at Lawrence U at all.

And Dean knows a lot about Angel, also. He knows that Angel’s from a religious family who would clutch their pearls and faint if they ever found out he’s not only asexual, but biromantic too. He remembers Angel telling Dean that he hates PB&J sandwiches after an ex-girlfriend fed them to him all the time. And perhaps the most important thing of all is Dean knows that Angel’s loved him for a long while, maybe ever since the first time he went on anon and asked Dean if he liked pie.

On paper, everything looks perfect, and the next step should be easy. Meeting in person is a topic they’ve talked about many times, but Dean’s never gotten up the nerve to go through with it. He cites not being good enough as his excuse, but Dean knows the truth. There is one clear, obvious reason why he’s hesitant to meet Angel.

“Hello, Dean.”

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In Florida, oranges are so important that they’re on the state’s license plates. But after 11 years of fighting a debilitating disease, Florida’s citrus industry is in a sad state. The disease, called citrus greening, is caused by a bacterium that constricts a tree’s vascular system, shriveling fruit and eventually killing the tree. The bacterium is spread by a tiny insect called a psyllid.

Florida’s signature orange crop is now less than a third of what it was 20 years ago because of this disease. And the U.S. Department of Agriculture says this year’s orange crop is expected to be the smallest in more than 50 years.

But, at Florida’s Citrus Research and Education Center, researchers are now optimistic they’ll win the battle to save Florida oranges, thanks in part to recent advances in developing tougher varieties of citrus.

After A Sour Decade, Florida Citrus May Be Near A Comeback

Photo: Joe Raedle/Getty Images and Greg Allen/NPR (2)

I love to feel and realize how radical feminism has made me more dangerous. It has given me tools, keys and above all, sisters, who give me the strength to get to the roots of our oppression, of patriarchy, of misogyny and of male exploitation of women, to dare to see the ways in which it is upheld and how it has affected me and still does. I would not have reached this level of self-love after years of mental and sexual abuse, after years of being told I’m less, after years of self-hate, if it wasn’t for radical feminism. And believe me, a woman’s self-love is dangerous to those who want to keep us down.

I was going to write this into some sort of poetic form, but at this point, it’s three days into the new year, so I’m just going for it. This year, I’m working on love. Love of self, of friend, of stranger. I want to write less about sadness, and more about connection. I want to focus less on my illness and more on who I want to be. This sounds idealistic, but I think that’s okay. After all, how can you achieve dreams you don’t have?
—  J.H.

No one tells you how to come out. There’s no guidebook that details exactly what you should say, no song that accurately sums up how you should feel and no television show that allows you to look at a character and say, “this is my journey.“ Or at least I never thought there was, until this season of Supergirl.

That’s not to say that television hasn’t given us tons of coming out stories over the years. In the past year or so especially, we’ve seen an influx of gay characters and same-sex relationships dominate the small screen, though there is still a long, long way to go. (According to GLAAD, 2016 had the highest percentage of LGBTQ series regulars on broadcast TV since the organization started measuring diversity on the small screen — 43 regulars (4.8%) were identified as gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender and queer.)

But most of these stories have dealt with the end result, after characters have more or less realized their feelings – after they’ve owned their identity, when they’re comfortable being with another man or woman. 

Possibly the closest story I’ve been able to identify with up until Supergirl came along was Willow and Tara’s relationship in Buffy The Vampire Slayer — and that, like a disproportionate number of lesbian/bisexual stories in pop culture — ended in tragedy.

It’s serendipitous that the show chose to highlight Alex Danvers’ coming out story at the exact same time I decided that I felt comfortable enough to come out about my own bisexuality. While I’ve been able to say the words out loud and write it on the internet, it’s something that I’m still working on embracing. 

Over the past few months, however, I’ve started to become more comfortable with this part of me that has always been there but that I never had the courage to accept before.
A large part of that has been because I’ve been able to see that change reflected back at me through Alex and the coming out story that Supergirl has chosen to tell.

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Greg’s age

“Adventures in Light Distortion”:

“Well, at our current speed, we should be reaching the human zoo in approximately 70 human years. Just in time for Greg’s 110th anniversary of being alive.”

Math says: Greg is 40.

“Steven’s Birthday”:

“Steven, you’re fourteen?” “Yeah… .”

Math says: Greg was 26 when Steven was born.

“Steven’s Birthday”:

“I mean, I’ve known the Gems since I was 22 and they never change.”

Math says: Greg only knew Rose for less than four years before she gave up her physical form to make Steven. (We don’t know how long her pregnancy was or if it was human-typical.)

Within four years, Greg went from this:

To this:

And it’s never really explained (except by I guess unintentional inconsistencies) how Greg could have a picture like this with Rose, since he seemed to have more hair than that even after she was gone:

To be honest I expected Greg’s relationship with Rose to be longer than a fleeting three to four years. It’s very clear he cherished them.

YOI Royalty AU

Everyone’s doing it and I wanted to be one of the cool kids 

  • Yuuri, the Crown Prince of his kingdom, has just returned from a university after being away for five years studying 
  • His parents, who had been very liberal in comparison to other royal parents in neighbouring kingdoms with Yuuri and Mari’s childhood, decide that it’s more than time for Yuuri to be educated properly about his responsibilities 
  • After all, Yuuri has been ‘of age’ for many years now and needs to learn how to run a kingdom, as well as find a wife 
  • Enter Viktor, an expert of etiquette, from a much less liberal foreign kingdom, as Yuuri’s tutor 
  • He comes with excellent recommendations, especially after having had Yuri Plistesky, the bratty prince of his own country, under his past watch
  • Yuuri is terrified at first because Viktor probably enters all dramatic, on a stormy night, completely concealed by some fancy cape of some sorts 
  • However, it comes apparent that outside of ‘lessons’, Viktor is just really fascinated by other cultures, and is incredibly liberal with his physical affection for Yuuri (who is honestly enough above him in status for it to be considered inappropriate) 
  • Yuuri finds most of the lessons absolutely ridiculous and unnecessary until he begins to be approached by citizens of his country, and finds it easy to be compassionate yet firm where needs be when drawing on the advice of Viktor 
  • And then there’s to be a large ball, where it’s clear that Yuuri should choose one of the many eligible princesses or ladies to be his wife 
  • Yuuri “I have no idea how to seduce” Katsuki and Viktor “you just need to find your Eros” Nikiforov 
  • Of course this is outside the bounds of his lessons, but Viktor shows him a traditional solo dance from his own country, centred around the very idea of seduction *cough* On Love Eros *cough* 
  • The two end up dancing together for practice and yes it gets hot and heavy 
  • There’s some angst here because though they both know in their hearts they have feelings for each other, Viktor is basically their servant at the end of the day 
  • The dance comes and Yuuri spends the majority of it talking to Phichit, the prince of their closet ally, rather than looking for a woman like he was supposed to 
  • Yuuri does the traditional dance, but instead of choosing a woman to be his partner, he exhibits the piece Viktor showed him solo
  • The night ends with Viktor dragging Yuuri outside, somewhere private in the royal gardens, after seeing Yuuri dance so seductively, and kisses the life out of him 
  • After some long discussion with his sister Mari, Yuuri happily decides to abdicate his title and claim to the throne, in order for he and Viktor to be allowed to marry (lets face it heirs were an important thing) 
  • Viktor almost doesn’t forgive him for this, until Yuuri points out how Mari would make a far better Queen than he ever could, and ends up becoming some kind of academic maester, in something that plays on his own strengths 
  • His parents aren’t unkind though and are very supportive of their son’s happier life 

Did this get out of hand? Yup. 

The first point is totally the plot of Hamlet my goodness 

Finally (Elorcan fic for Yulemaas)

For Maria ( @shutup-mundie ) who requested a fic for one of her SJM ships for her Yulemaas Secret Santa! ( @yulemaas )

I’m not sure if this will be posted a day too early or not due to time difference since I’m usually a day earlier than everyone :p

Here is an almost 4K Elorcan fluff fic two years after the war. I hope you like!

None of the characters used are mine. All copyright of Sarah J. Maas.

From your Secret Santa <3

Title: Finally

Word Count: 3,731

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Elide/Lorcan

Characters: Elide, Lorcan, Aelin, Aedion, Rowan, Maeve

Additional Tags: Nightmare, Fluff, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Future, Love, Cuddling

Language: English


It was only two years after the war with Maeve and Erawan did Elide Lochan start to grow comfortable around Lorcan once more. Their talks are much more at ease and their interactions far less awkward. Little did she know, her feelings for him never left as his for hers. They were only hidden deep inside her where she chose to ignore the tingling she felt whenever he was around.

On a duty given by his queen, Lorcan Salvaterre had to stay three nights in Perranth with the human girl he fell in love with two years ago. He did not mind, of course, other than the fact that he had severe nightmares about losing Elide almost every night. No one else knew since his wing in the Terrasen castle was far from everyone else.

A short story for Elorcan in which Elide discovers Lorcan’s nightmares from being apart from her.

Lorcan ran through the forest as fast as he could, following the sounds of the mangled screams coming from deep within the trees. He had lost them. The ilkens took Elide and he had lost them halfway.

Never had he hated himself more.

Lorcan pushed his legs faster as he came closer and closer to Elide’s screams. He broke through the lining of the trees just as he saw Elide’s bloodied body drop to the forest floor, her arms and legs mangled as the ilken flew away.


With as much power left in his body from the sight in front of him, Lorcan dropped beside Elide’s body. Her eyes were wide open and her mouth parted as blood dripped out.

“Elide.” Lorcan whispered, tears welling up in his eyes as he cradled her body delicately in his arms.

“No. No. You can’t be dead. No.” he kept repeating, each time getting louder and louder.

“NO!” Lorcan gasped as he sat up on his king sized bed. He glanced around the room he was in, realising that it was only another dream. A dream he’d been having for the past two years ever since the war ended.

With shaky hands, Lorcan reached up and wiped his tears away as his vision slowly cleared with each brush. It had become a common routine for him to wake up at dawn in cold sweat, wiping away his tears before he got out of bed and burned away the scare of the dream through a day of training.

And he did just that.

It didn’t take long for Lorcan to push himself out of bed. He took a quick shower, dressing in his training gear before leaving the room as he willed the dream of Elide dying away from his mind once more.



Lorcan paused his jab towards Aedion as the voice of his queen resonated from behind him. Aedion smirked, as if he knew what she was going to say.

Good luck, Aedion mouthed as he moved away from him to another opponent on the training field.

“What is so important that you need to cut my training?” Lorcan asked without facing her, moving towards the bench where his tunic laid. He took it in his hands, wiping his face away from the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead.

“It’s regarding Elide.”

Immediately Lorcan perked up, his stance straighter and his face much more serious.

“What about her?”

Aelin smirked to herself. She was sure she looked a lot like Aedion when she did so. No matter how much Lorcan tried to hide his expression from her, she knew he was still madly in love with Elide Lochan. And Aelin had grown tired of both of their sulking, albeit not often but it was there.

It was quite common when Elide visited Terrasen that her eyes strayed around in every room they walked. As if she was trying to look for someone. Sometimes she’d daydream during their conversations of a demi-fae Aelin knew, although she tried to deny it. Lorcan was the same sometimes during meetings.

“I need you to stay three nights in Perranth. You leave tomorrow morning at dawn.”

“And why do I need to do that?” Lorcan asked, trying to reign in his anxious tone although his heart was about to beat out of his chest like a lovelorn teen. Which he was at that point, he wasn’t going to deny.

“There are some visitors coming into Perranth again to discuss a few deals with Elide. And I want you to overlook the visitors coming into the area. Make sure they are of no harm to Perranth or to their Lady.”

“You’ve been sending Gavriel to do that the past few months. Why me this time?” Lorcan finally faced Aelin, his face reigned expressionless.

“You know why.” Aelin replied, staring straight into Lorcan’s onyx eyes before walking off back into her Terrasen castle. She knew he wasn’t going to reject.

Lorcan sighed, dropping himself on the bench that once held his items that were now scattered on the ground. It was obvious to everyone that he missed Elide but he never thought of what he’d do when he actually had the chance to meet her. Let alone stay with her for three nights. It was true, of course, that they have become acquaintances once more and their interactions were more civilised. But there was still a slight air of hostility from Elide whenever he came around.

“Why do you look so upset when you’re finally meeting the woman you’ve been sulking over the past two years.” Aedion’s voice came out of nowhere as he settled himself beside Lorcan.

“Because,” Lorcan paused, “I don’t know what to do when I meet her.” He finally admitted, running his hands through his hair in frustration before burying his face in them.

“Apologize. Show her you’ve changed. That you’re willing to do anything for her, which I’m pretty sure you are willing to do.”

“I know that. But what if she refuses me?”

“Then she refuses you, Lorcan. You can’t force anything on her. You can’t make her change her emotions for you.”

Lorcan suddenly felt a burning inside him when Aedion thought he would ever force anything on Elide.

“I’d never make her do anything. Never.” Lorcan repeated, staring into Aedion’s eyes. His anger was clearly visible.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m just saying.”

Lorcan sighed as he made the tension within him wear off, “I know.”

“Well, all I can say now is good luck.”


Lorcan didn’t bother sleeping that night, not wanting to be fazed during his walk to Perranth from the nightmare he would get if he did sleep. He just hoped that Elide put him in a room far from everyone else so their night wouldn’t be disrupted by his nightmares.

With his mind going in many different directions, Lorcan didn’t realize how fast it took him to arrive at Perranth. The sun was now high in the sky, beating down rays of heat all over. With all his gear strapped onto his back, he made his way towards the castle entrance. He knew, for a fact, that Elide didn’t have many servants within the castle. She only had what was needed to clean up and tend to guests.

So he wasn’t shocked when he knocked upon the castle door to only receive Elide opening it.

“What are you doing here?”

“Aelin sent me here. To overlook the new gusts.”

“Where’s Gavriel?”

Lorcan only shrugged as he looked at the small woman in front of him, dressed in leather pants and a tunic. He vaguely remembered overhearing a conversation Aelin had that Elide no longer liked wearing dresses, since her mangled ankle was apparently exposed.

“Are you going to come in or just stand there?” Elide’s sharp voice cut through his thoughts as she walked away from the open castle door.

“When do the guests arrive? And when is the meeting?”

“Tonight. For both.”

Only then did Lorcan notice the servants running back and forth around the foyer, bringing decorations of all sorts to put up and prepare.

He wondered what it would be like to live in Perranth. Just like he dreamed before he fucked everything up.


Lorcan snapped his head in the direction of Elide’s voice as he realised he must have been lost in thought once more.

“Yes?” A single word was all he could muster as he watched Elide leaning against the railing of the wide staircase with her arms crossed.

“I’ll show you to your room.”

Lorcan followed Elide silently, his powers automatically bracing Elide’s mangled ankle with him realising only moments after. She paused in her steps when she felt the brace wrap around her ankle, before moving forward once more towards the guest bedrooms.

“You know you don’t have to do that.”

Lorcan didn’t answer. He didn’t know how to answer. He braced her ankles willingly, of course. He would do anything for her honestly and simply bracing her ankles made him feel better knowing she could walk with less pain.

It didn’t take them long to reach the gust bedroom, Elide briefly showing him the en suite bathroom and where all his stuff should go.

“My room is just down the hall, the two wooden doors. Just down the stairs to the right is the kitchen and to the left the guest area. Feel free to go wherever.” Elide paused, “Except my room of course.”

“Are you sure about that?” Lorcan teased.

“I’m sure.” Elide answered, a small smirk nestled on her face as she left his temporary room for three nights.

I wanted to go to Perranth with you.

The words slowly trailed inside his mind, as he truly realised where he was. Memories from two years ago in that cave with Elide bubbled up as she left the room.

“Get rid of them, Lorcan. You’re only here for three nights.” He mumbled to himself.

He could only hope that his nightmares were mild compared to what they were the duration of his stay.


Elide Lochan was going to kill Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.

She could not believe that Aelin sent Lorcan for watch duty of the guests. Elide had become use to Gavriel. They had a fairly nice friendship. But then Aelin decided to send Lorcan of all people to do guest duty this time. For three nights at that when he only needed to stay for one.

I am going to kill her the next time I go to Terrasen.

Rowan wouldn’t let you touch her, her mind answered back as if it was smug that it was right.

Elide was not going to deny that her feelings for Lorcan Salvaterre were still there. Actually, they were more prominent now as she had understood and forgiven him for what he’d done two years ago.

She, shamelessly, would have done the same if something of the sort happened to Lorcan.

Elide dropped herself against her bed, staring up at the beige ceiling of her master bedroom. She didn’t know what to do. To be honest, she didn’t mind Lorcan staying. It was her feelings for him that she did not know how to cope.

Elide knew she wanted him then and still wants him now. The problem was that she’s afraid that he would do the same thing.

“Do you really think he’d do the exact same thing again? The guy is practically in love with you, Elide. He learned from his mistakes and he’d grovel at your feet if you asked him.”

“But what if he does do the same thing again?”

“He wouldn’t. Trust me.”

She remembered Aelin’s words when she visited Terrasen for a few days. Aelin had confronted her quite abruptly about Elide’s feelings for Lorcan, hiding nothing about his despair since the war ended.

What to do. What to do.

In the end, she pushed away her doubts to concentrate on the meeting tonight.

She could only hope that Lorcan didn’t distract her too much.


Lorcan thought he wasn’t going to make it through the night as he watched Elide in front of the meeting room, fierce as ever as she made negotiations with the visiting guests.

The sight in front of him made him feel things he hadn’t felt in a long while. Specifically since that night in the cave with Elide. It was true that he still loved her and it was true he’d kill himself for her if he had to but he had been feeling these things from afar.

Now with her in such close proximity, he felt like everything was amplified tenfold.

“…and that’s why I believe that Perranth would be a good addition for trade amongst your kingdoms. Specifically for the small villages as we can provide…”

Elide’s voice drowned out once more in Lorcan’s mind as he tried to clear his thoughts of her. Instead, he shifted to his sleep tonight. His room was close, so close, to Elide’s master bedroom that he didn’t known how to hide his nightmares. There was only one other person that knew of his situation:

Rowan Whitethorn.

Rowan had stumbled over to Lorcan’s room one late night after a fight with Aelin (in which they made up the next day quickly) and had heard the thrashing within the room. By the end of the night, Rowan had forgotten his problems and had helped Lorcan instead. He also swore to him that he wouldn’t tell anyone else after much persuasions on Lorcan’s part.

And he’d like to keep it that way.

“…Thank you all for coming. Please enjoy more of the food outside if you would like and I believe you have been shown to your rooms by the servants. Have a good night.”

The silence that enveloped the room before was quickly filled with murmurs and chattering of the guests. Lorcan kept an eye out for anyone that may seem like a threat. Truth be told, he was also looking at all the males in the room that might upsize him.

Without realizing, Lorcan was smiling to himself as he knew exactly what Elide would’ve said to him for watching the males:

Territorial Fae Bastard

A few of the guests stayed back to talk with Elide while the others quickly dispersed to their rooms to discuss amongst each other the things that were said in the meeting. It didn’t take long for those few guests to quickly leave with a hasty good night. Within the hour, it was only Lorcan and Elide left in the room.

“Tired?” Lorcan tested the waters, seeing if Elide would be willing to talk to him.

“Why ask if you know?”

Lorcan chuckled. He had missed her remarks, no matter how harsh they were sometimes.

“Because I didn’t want to assume,” he paused, “Are they leaving tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow morning, yes.”

Only then did it hit Lorcan that he only needed to stay for one night too if the guests were leaving the next day.

So why did Aelin want him to stay for three?

He didn’t ponder on it for too long, not wanting to ruin the fragile friendship him and Elide had at the moment. Also, he would never go against his queen. Not after what he did two years ago.

“Aren’t you tired?” Elide suddenly asked, seating herself at the head of the table while Lorcan sat two chairs away from her on her right.

“I don’t sleep much these days.”

Elide stared at him weirdly, raising an eyebrow at high vague answer.

“Care to elaborate?”

“No.” Lorcan answered straight to the point, hating the topic of his nightmare entirely.

That only caused both of Elide’s eyebrows to rise.

“Well, then, alright. Keep it to yourself.”

Lorcan could only shrug at her answer. He really did despise the topic of his nightmare. Although no one knew but Rowan.

“It’s quite late,” Elide paused, “I think I’m just going to go to bed. You know where your room is and where everything is in the castle. If you ever feel like getting a midnight snack to soothe your old age you know where it is.”

Elide left the meeting room with Lorcan laughing in the background and her heart feeling a little bit happier.


“You were suppose to save us! You said you were on our side!”

“Elide, please.” Lorcan begged on his hands and knees, willing her to listen.

“If you didn’t betray us, this wouldn’t have happened!” Elide screamed at him, tears streaming down her delicate face as Maeve held her with a blade pressed against her throat, “No one would be hurt!”

“Maeve stop, please. I’ll do any-“

Maeve only gsvr Lorcan a sadistic grin before slicing the blade mercilessly across Elide’s throat.

“NO!” He screamed louder than he ever did before.

“No. No. No.” Lorcan crawled over to Elide’s bloodied body, cradling her in his arms.

“Elide. No. Eli-“

“Lorcan! Wake up!”

Lorcan gasped awake, his body covered in cold sweat. He vaguely felt a small hand on his shoulder before he ran to the bathroom and threw up his dinner in the toilet. His stomach emptied and, even then, he was still dry heaving into the toilet.

In the two years of Lorcan having nightmares, not once had he threw up before. But he had never, never, had a dream with Maeve in it either. And the fact that she was made him feel sick to the bones. His body was shaking as he finally finished dry heaving as he collapsed on his hands and knees on the bathroom floor. Everything was spinning and his limbs felt like they were going to fall off his body in any second.

“…Lorcan. Lorcan!”

Lorcan managed to turn his head slightly, his body going into another mini shock when he saw Elide standing over him. Only then did he feel her soft hand pressing against his bare shoulder and her face crumpled in worry.

“…Lorcan! Say something. Are you alright?”

“Y-Yes. Yes, I’m fine.”

Lorcan attempted to push himself off the ground, only for Elide to help him entirely. He would have laughed at how a human girl half his size had so much strength to help him if he didn’t feel like he was going to collapse at any moment. It didn’t take long for Lorcan to rinse his mouth quickly at the sink before manoeuvring to the bed with Elide’s help.

“What was that, Lorcan?” Elide asked, moments after she sat him down on the edge of his bed.

Lorcan sighed, burying his face in the palms of his hands. He was still shaking, shivering, from the nightmare. He never wanted to see that again. The image was so close to the memory from two years ago if Lorcan hadn’t come back in time to save Elide.

“Lorcan. What was that?” Elide repeated, crossing her arms as she watched him.

After a beat of silence, Lorcan answered.

“It wasn’t anything. I’m fine.” He croaked out.

“That wasn’t nothing, Lorcan!” Elide’s voice rose with every word, her eyes filling with rage.

“It happens all the time, Elide! I’m fine!”

“You’re not! You look exhausted since the moment you walked into this place! What. Is. Happening.” Elide bit out, her tone getting much more frustrated by the second.

“They’re nightmares, Elide!”

A silence set upon them before Lorcan continued.

“They’ve been happening for two years already.” Lorcan stood up, his breathing coming out in pants as he finally vented all his frustrations, “And I can’t do anything about it! It’s always about you! You’re either dead or in the process of dying and all I can do is stand there like I did two years ago like the useless warrior I am!” Lorcan yelled before crumpling to the ground beneath him, burying his face in the palms of his hands once more.

Elide stood there, starting at the space where Lorcan previously sat on the bed.

“It’s always about you!”

She didn’t know how to react to that. It wasn’t a secret, well other than to Lorcan, that she still liked him after the initial hate left her. She understood to an extent of his position and how she might’ve done the same if they were switched.


He didn’t answer, staying crumpled on the ground as he was the whole time before.

“Lorcan, please.”

Again, he didn’t answer. Only the shaking of his shoulders showed Elide that he was, in fact, alive.

He’s crying.

“Lorcan,” Elide whispered, kneeling in front of him. She took his face gently in the palms of her hands, brushing away his tears with the pads of her thumb.

“Just-Just go, Elide. I understand what I did two years ago was unforgivable and that I might never repa-“

Elide cut him off immediately, pressing her lips against his as her hands slid up and into his hair. Lorcan’s eyes widened before his entire body relaxed into the kiss. His large hands rested on Elide’s hips, pulling her closer and onto his lap. Lorcan faintly felt the tears slide down his face once more. But for once, it was from happiness. From the fact that Elide Lochan was kissing him right now and if it were to be the last time she did, he’d die a happy man.

“Elide,” Lorcan whispered, leaning his forehead against hers once they pulled apart, “W-What-“

“You’re such an idiot, Lorcan.”

“What? Why?” Lorcan’s eyes turned into slits although his heart felt like beating right out of his chest.

“Because you should’ve come to me. Because I don’t hate you. Because I-I still like you-you Fae Bastard.”

Lorcan could only stare at Elide before laughing softly to himself. This only seemed to anger Elide further.

“You think this is funny? You’re such a bastard, Lorcan. Why did I ever-“

This time he was the one that cut her off with a kiss, his hands pulling her impossibly closer. He lifted her up in his arms, laying her down on where he once laid before pulling away.

You still like me?”

“Do I have to say it again?”

“Yes. Say it again.”

Elide couldn’t help the smile that slipped onto her face. She reached up, brushing away a few dark strands of his hair from his face.

“I still like you Lorcan Salvaterre. And I’m willing to try something again to-to make this work.”

Lorcan laughed in joy, his eyes brimming with tears once more.

“Elide. Elide. Elide,” he buried his face in her neck, “Y-You don’t know how-how this means so much to me. I thought it was impossible. That you hated me completely.”

Lorcan leaned in, kissing her once softly on the lips, “I love you. And I know you’re not there yet but I’ll wait decades if I have to. Thank you. Thank you.”

Elide laughed as Lorcan quietly shifted himself to lay beside her. She immediately settled herself beside him, burying her face in his chest. Lorcan’s hand reached up, brushing through Elide’s soft hair.

“Will you stay in Perranth, Lorcan?” Elide asked quietly, just as they were about to fall asleep.

“Anything for you, love.”

Lorcan only returned to Terrasen a month later, with Elide by his side.

Aelin and Rowan had never been more relieved.


Laslow: Hm? What’s the new recruit doing here all by herself? Shouldn’t she be trying to get to know the others right now?

Miu: Hah! Believe it or not, I like being by myself.

Laslow: Oh? Do you?

Miu: Mhm. I’m not much of a people person in the first place, plus, it’s more peaceful being by myself. Got less things to worry about… Besides, I’ve been by myself for years now, so being alone now wouldn’t make much of a difference, would it?

*gasp* i actually finished a comic lmao i’m trying not to dwell on the shittyness of it too much otherwise it’d never get done and posted lol

this takes place shortly after miu gets recruited into the army! also, miu and laslow have met like, once years ago, that’s why they’re kinda familiar with each other lol she tried to pretend not to know him but it didn’t work rip i actually had more planned out in my head for the first half of the comic but since me and comics don’t get along very well, i just drew the second half of what i had in mind lmao

Still Human

Title: Still Human
Relationship: Widowmaker/Tracer “Widowtracer”
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Inspired by @trixdraws comic New Years Eve. Thank you for giving me permission to work off it, I had a lot of fun writing this!


Amelie Lacroix knows she’s nothing more than a weapon now. But after the assassination in King’s Row, she realizes that the Overwatch agent Tracer made her feel human again. Amelie seeks her out again on New Year’s Eve to find out why that is.

“‘I’m not here for them, cherie.’…
‘Then for what?’ Lena asked, her voice beginning to lose its defiance…

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Out with the old, in with the new

Honestly, 2016 was a bitch to me. It started like every other year, with me making promises to myself that I will be kinder to myself, that I will be less stressed out, that I will be healthier, more positive, and all that jazz. After only a month, I started freaking out over college, my relationship becoming long distance, me moving to a different city. Everything went downhill from that. I was studying all the time, the enitre summer I spent in my room, above the book, missing out on the sunny days and hanging out with my boyfriend. Anyways, at the end of September, I moved. I was in the bus full of people with a 13 hour ride ahead of me, and I was drowning in tears. I sent an ask to @dogiplier who said some nice and helpful words (that I still have saved in my phone), and finally I stopped crying and just took a deep breath. Im not the kind of girl to have girl friends. Every friend that I ever had was out to use me or change me. And through this entire year, I needed a girl friend. My mom called me a couple of days ago to check up on me, and she asked me if I made any new friend, then I realized the only friends I made are here, on Tumblr, in the @therealjacksepticeye and @markiplier community. I don’t know how many of you will see this, how many of you will take time to read, but from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank all of you so much for being here, for sharing funny and emotional moments from videos, thank all of you for being friends that I dont have outside of the internet. Thank all of you for making me feel welcome here, for making me feel like its okay to be me. It means the world to me. I hope everyone has a Marry Christmas, and have a wonderful New Years Eve. And more importantly, a wonderful year of 2017.

Originally posted by evadelaserra

Wild at Heart (cont...)


Part IV

Claire had learned a lot about Jamie during their journey from the UK to the western plains of the U.S. He was the only son of two children, the youngest since his baby brother had died on the day of his birth, along with Jamie’s mother. His father had passed away just a few years later, leaving his sister Jenny and her husband Ian the caretakers of the family farm. Jamie had stayed on for a few years, but his skills as a horseman were highly sought after and he soon found himself working at some of the most elite equestrian centres in Europe.

It wasn’t the satisfying life he had expected it to be. Superficial, elitist and less about bringing up horses with good personalities - they only wanted longer pedigrees to put more dollars in the bank. For Jamie, it was all about the horses. He could speak to them in a way he couldn’t speak to anyone else.

In spite of their lengthy conversations, the most revolutionary thing that Claire learned wasn’t until they were standing in front of a rental car counter when she discovered that Jamie was not a licensed driver. Never had the need for it, he’d said. Anywhere he needed to go, he could walk. Which left Claire behind the wheel of a four wheel drive pickup, bigger than anything she’d ever driven before, heading down the wrong side of the road into the snowy wilderness.

An unexpected storm had rolled in while they were in the air, delaying their plans to set up camp. They’d managed to find a guest ranch along the way with a vacancy (mostly vacancies, Claire suspected, given the likelihood of the average traveller vacationing in a difficult to reach location in the winter and the sheer excitement of the woman on the phone when she’d called to inquire.)

The roads were long, snow covered and barren. Claire felt like they were travelling at a snail’s pace and was grateful for the privacy on the road, if only because she wasn’t quite sure that she had complete control of the vehicle. 

The snow was falling harder now. It wasn’t the big, fluffy flakes she was used to back home, but an unrelenting downpour of smaller crystals that swirled across the road like a rushing river. With flat prairie fields on one side of the highway and the mountains on the other, the resulting wind tunnel pushed the truck from one side, then the other, leaving Claire to white-knuckle the wheel anxiously.

“Are ye alright?”

“Sorry, did you say something?” Claire gave Jamie a meek smile but tried not to show her discomfort.

“Aye,” he chuckled under his breath. “The next exit is ours.”

“Oh! Of course. Thank you, navigator.”

Jamie’s map reading lead them down a long, winding driveway that opened up to reveal a main house and three smaller log cabins. The lights were on at the big house, illuminating the snow covered front porch.

“It’s beautiful here,” Claire said as she shut off the engine, looking up at the old, rustic farm house in awe.

“Aye,” Jamie agreed. “Minds of me of Scotland a bit. It’s my dream to live this way, caring for my own land, out in the wilderness wi’ no one around.”

“Surely you won’t want to be all alone?”

“I didna say I’d be alone.”

The porch lights bouncing off the falling snow created a glow that illuminated the inside of the truck and gave Jamie’s eyes a bright grey-blue hue as they locked with hers. Claire wanted to tell him he was too perfect to be real, she wanted to tell him that she would live in the woods with him forever if he asked.

“We should go inside,” she said instead.
Hundreds of nuns trained in Kung Fu are biking the Himalayas to oppose human trafficking
This is the fourth such journey they have made to spread messages of gender equality, peaceful co-existence and respect for the environment.
By Nita Bhalla, Reuters

“When we were doing relief work in Nepal after the earthquakes last year, we heard how girls from poor families were being sold because their parents could not afford to keep them anymore,” 22-year-old nun Jigme Konchok Lhamo told the Thomson Reuters Foundation.

“We wanted to do something to change this attitude that girls are less than boys and that it’s okay to sell them,” she said, adding that the bicycle trek shows “women have power and strength like men.”

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Alex talking McDanno, from one of the recent interviews:

One of the best parts of this show is watching the dynamic between Steve and Danno because it’s so fun and so funny, and they’ve been through a lot together, since it all started. What do you still enjoy about playing that dynamic and working with Scott Caan?

O’LOUGHLIN: First of all, he’s a mate of mine. We’ve become mates, over the years, and it’s nice to work with your mate. When you’re friends with the people that you’re working with – and that goes for all of my other cast members – it’s fun. Work becomes less painful. It’s all about the long, long, long hours, and what the show requires of us. So, to do all of that, day after day, and to produce this show the way that we do, with friends, makes it worth doing. If we weren’t friends, I wouldn’t have signed on for a couple more years. Specifically, I think that our dynamic together is really important. It’s part of what makes this show appealing and it’s part of what makes this show enjoyable to watch. I love seeing what our dynamic brings out because sometimes it’s a surprise to us, as well.


“Divorce is similar to death in this way. Something that was a frequent part of your life is gone, and it can take years before that finally settles in.

The pain will always be there, some days less than others. Some days, it will be more than others. Something you learn to live with, and it can be smooth sailing - but sometimes it is so difficult to get through a day when you remember ‘oh right, that’s gone now, I can’t access that relationship as easily as I would want to’.

You do not just get over a divorce. You do not just automatically stop feeling the waves of pain even after the years have gone by.

If you need to cry, cry; scream. Demand answers. Fall apart.

Then pick yourself back up. You can do this. You will be okay. Put your broken heart back together as best you can. Remember that everyday you are doing the very best that you can do. Some days it will be harder than others. Some days you will be on the top of the world.

Come to me if you need me. I will be here waiting. There is hope. There will always be hope. There is a beautiful sun shining behind your clouds, and when you are ready, it will bathe you in all its warm brilliance and wrap its arms around you and remind you that, despite this, despite this pain, you are loved.

You are loved.”

(( Anonymous ))


Summary of art 2014

anonymous asked:

So, you talked about Ardyn's s/o still being alive after 2000. What would be Ardyn's reaction if the person alive was his daughter? Meeting her after 2000 years - her looking more or less the age of Noctis. I love your blog ♡

I was really nervous picking up this ask, dear Anon, because

✓ I don’t think our dear trash-lord could handle it. 
✓ This would challenge his whole plan, everything he’s worked towards. Suddenly he finds out that his own flesh and blood is alive. It pulls out the remains of the very human emotions in him, it makes him weak.
✓ He would follow her around, possibly for years, without saying anything. Secretly, he would help her out, but only from the shadows, when ever she got stuck or needed a hand. 
✓ If she ever approached him, he would pretend not to know her. He thought she was dead, and she must’ve thought the same about him. She was too young to remember him, when they were separated. He would not want to burden her.
✓ He would possibly even be mean to her if she tried to approach him.
✓ She would feel a connection, though, and, without knowing he was her father, thinking her father died two thousand years ago, she would feel perplexed.
✓ I can almost see her falling in love with him a little bit.
✓ Eventually, he would have to confront her and tell her.
✓ This would fuck everything up for him.
✓ Like ASDFSDASG seriously. He can’t plunge the world into darkness and go on a suicide-mission if his daughter is alive, and knows he’s her father.
✓ They would sit in a Crow’s nest somewhere in Lucis, sharing a plate of chips, drinking soda and telling each other about all their adventures through the many, many years.
✓ Eventually he would tell her he can’t see her anymore. She would beg him to reconsider and stay in touch with her, but he would refuse aggressively, and leave her in the diner at the crack of dawn.
✓ After that, he would take care never to be seen by her again.
✓ He would continue to watch over her, though, perhaps send her gifts, money, anonymous advise on where to go as the world turns into chaos.
✓ When the prophesy is finally fulfilled, he would find solace in knowing that finally the world will be at peace, and she will be safe.


@starrypawz appropriately tagged me in the 6 selfies meme about a year after the last one, thank you!

You get 2 extra because I took a lot of good selfies this year. Watch my hair slowly go out of control and my eyebrows grow stronger (I give all credit to bae for teaching me how2eyebrows) as the year passes.

edit: forgot to tag people lmao, consider yourself enabled if you see this