you can save me too

anonymous asked:

Here's a thought: Lance although cocky about his looks is low key self conscious of himself so Keith gives him little butterfly kisses all over while telling him why he's beautiful and special.

Lance has a strict skin care routine, and he wouldn’t let menial things like living in a ten thousand years old alien castle ruin it for him.

He’s found things that suggest alteans too care about their beauty, and skillfully used his resources to put up a fight against dry skin and dirt. The fact that he also found a literal giant bathroom full of cosmetic products inside the Castle helped, too.

Keith, actually, couldn’t care less about all that. He’ll wash himself if needed, and that’s it. But it’s nice to bathe with Lance, and to feel gentle fingers applying masks on his cheeks, touching the slope of his nose, slow and wondering, even if Lance sometimes likes to call him “greasy boy” and makes him wash his hands in weird occasions.

Lance also doesn’t talk about his problems, if he specifically doesn’t have to address them, but Keith is more observant than you’d give him credit for.

The baths are already enough of a telltale - because for all his boasting, Lance seems to be unable to look at him, keeping his mouth stretched in a big grin and his eyes downcast, his stance weirdly rigid and the pitch of his tone a little off. Only when they’re fully submerged he seems to gain back his ability to snark him to death and Keith is glad, but piqued.

He brings it up on one of the night where Lance is loose, and happy, talking a mile a minute in that chatty, endearing way of his, making every dumb topic seem vastly more interesting and exciting than it should really be. In one of their bored strolls through the Castle, they found a room with glass walls, overlooking the immensity of the universe around them, and now they come here late at night (they think it’s night, anyway) to watch the stars. It’s cheesy, but whatever.

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okay so i was having thoughts this morning about how i believe that obi-wan was probably t h e best master for anakin under the circumstances (and a few others) and how as much as i hate predestination, if you accept anakin as (one of?) the chosen one(s), then he is fated to bring about the fall of the Jedi - cos you can’t have balance when the lightside outnumbers the darkside by as much as it does. and i started thinking about how what if the universes where obi-wan is his master greatly delays him fucking off to the darkside and bringing about the end of the Order? well, he was all of 23 when that happened, which means in other universes, where obi-wan is not his master, he probably abandons the order much younger than that.

okay, so - an au where.

an au where qui-gon lives. despite reasons why it probably wouldn’t happen, he becomes anakin’s master, obi-wan fucks off to do Knight Things and Grow As His Own Person. anakin has his canonical crisis of faith and great realization that being a jedi is difficult and not actually all that he thought it was going to be. he fucks off from the order - say around the age of fifteen?

qui-gon, despite everything, goes off to hunt him. despite this “betrayal”. after all, anakin is the chosen one, right? so he even goes so far as to call in obi-wan to help him find anakin. meanwhile, anakin is employing every last trick in the book to remain out of reach. he won’t go back - he won’t. he can do more good out there in the galaxy, instead of tied down by the (hostile, tbh) jedi order.

it just so happens that obi-wan finds him. rather than try to arrest him or anything (leaving the order is not a ‘take into custody’ offense, as obi-wan well knows) and actually talks to anakin about the reasons why he’s fucked off. he finds the reasons understandable. besides, becoming a jedi is not being conscripted. anakin has the right to leave if he feels like it. obi-wan tells him that it’s fucking dangerous for a half-trained force sensitive out there in the wild galaxy, but when anakin doesn’t change his mind (because he’s hella stubborn tbh) obi-wan is just like “welp” and lets him go. he tells qui-gon he never found anakin, but that it’s really unreasonable to hunt the kid down for fucking off. it’s another thing that qui-gon and obi-wan don’t see eye-to-eye with.

so that’s that, right? they’ll never see the chosen one again.

but wait, there’s more. So of course the Sith find anakin. he must bring balance to the force. Dooku and Sidious play bad cop/good cop until anakin is firmly under Sidious’ thumb. (presumably, Qui-gon would have found nine hundred different ways to keep anakin away from palpatine, who might even have been the one to plant the idea of running off into anakin’s head on the few times when he was allowed to speak with the kid). anakin goes corrupt, as you do when siths are fucking with your head, and the story proceeds.

here it is, the fall of the jedi order, and order 66.

ymmv what happens to qui-gon. does he live through even this? or is he shot down protecting obi-wan? in either case, obi-wan survives as he tends to, trying to regroup with the rest of the surviving Jedi. of course, you have this wretched sith lord, Darth Vader, hunting them all down. his skill with a blade is unparalleled. no jedi who has faced him has survived.

when he finds them, obi-wan stays back, sacrificing himself to save the others. and yet, to his surprise, darth vader does not kill him. darth vader himself does not understand entirely why, only that once when he was very young, a jedi heard him out and let him go.

he does not let obi-wan go, but neither does his blade fall.

hi

i just wanted to let all of you know that i was supposed to jump off a bridge about 5 hours ago just right after i attended our Thursday worship service. and i know it sounds so stupid to commit suicide just a few minutes after going to church and studying the Words of God but i was too hopeless earlier and no words can ever describe how sad and lost i am at that moment.  

i knew i needed to push all those evil thoughts away from my mind. and while trying to do so, i suddenly saw my best friend, with my cloudy eyes from the tears rolling down my cheeks, just a few feet away from where i’m standing when i was supposed to cross the road and walk straight to the nearest bridge. 

it turns out that she was on her way home when she saw me walking alone in the dark and empty street, asking questions to myself and to God.

i saw her face and realized that she was actually smiling right in front of me. 

she’s smiling

before i even knew it, my lips already formed a curve into a smile, too.

and, somehow, that was enough to stop me from doing the thing that was supposed to end everything for me.

she could’ve left a minute later from school and never had the chance to see me walking on my way to death or i could’ve walked faster and she wouldn’t see me there crying then. but, instead, God is so great that He made everything fit on His perfect plan. He saved me. God saves. He can save you, too. 

and most importantly, remember that God can always use you to save others, too. 

be kind.

spread love.

2.23.17 {11:34 pm}

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And that isn’t even the half of us.

I’m pretty much ALWAYS up for doing (mildly accessible) social things with people, but I wish my healthier friends, like some of them are spoonies too but just have way more spoons than me, would understand that I need at least 24 hours in advance before planning stuff, because otherwise I physically can’t do unplanned things without depleting spoons to the point where I’m too tired to feed myself, or I’m in too much pain to function afterwards. I appreciate that people haven’t stopped inviting me, but also, I need warning! or I can’t go!

Idk I mean, I don’t really blame people for this (because sometimes we do plan in advance) but it’s been annoying me lately and I figured I’d post in case it’s a) relatable to spoonies and b) a good reminder of How to Help Do Things with Your Spoonie Friend for anyone else.

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guess who stayed up super late last night to make a matching GIFset from Heatwave’s PoV

“… No MattEr HOW hARD I Try TO mOvE foRwArd, YOu’re ALwayS THerE HOLDiNg Me baCk.”

“Then why do you keep coming back?”

FUCK HOW MUCH DO YOU THINK IT SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF KAKASHI WHEN HE SAW SASUKE AIMING THAT CHIDORI AT SAKURA BACK IN THE FIVE KAGE SUMMIT ARC. LIKE FOR FUCKS SAKE HE TAUGHT SASUKE THAT JUTSU HOPING HE COULD USE IT TO PROTECT HER, JUST LIKE HE THOUGHT HE COULD USE IT TO PROTECT RIN

HE TOLD SASUKE SPECIFICALLY “THAT JUSTU IS NOT SOMETHING YOU USE AGAINST YOUR FRIENDS” BECAUSE THE GUILT OF KILLING RIN NEARLY KILLED HIM

AND THEN SEEING SASUKE GOING AFTER SAKURA, AND REALIZING IT WAS ALL HAPPENING AGAIN, AND IT WAS ALL HIS FAILT AGAIN, AND HE WAS GOING TO BE TOO FUCKING LATE TO STOP IT

LIKE HOLY SHIT MY BABY

There: Intro (Bucky x reader)

Hey babes! Happy morning to your all! Today is going to be a three fic day. This one, and two others that will both come this evening. Thank you to my best fren for telling me about this idea, she’s amazing, and I thank her, @mcfuccfairy, for letting me write this into a fic. I hope all of you have fun todaay, and stay safe! xoxo

Description:You lost your world. You lost the love of your life. All by yourself, with nobody to support you. Your daughter would have to grow up never knowing her father. But what happens when Bucky comes along? Will you let him in, or will you push him away like everyone else?

Warnings:Angst

MASTERLIST


“Pietro!” Your hair flew in front of your face as you spun towards the direction of the gun fire. A streak of blue was in the air, but it halted, revealing a bleeding Pietro. He had pushed a car in front of Clint and a little boy he was holding, letting himself be punctured with bullets. He said something to Clint and fell on the ground, bleeding out. You ran to him, tears stinging your eyes. “Baby, don’t do this to me. Don’t leave me. Please, I love you so much.” You voice choked out in sobs as you watched the life being drained out of him.

“It’s okay, princessa. I’ll always be here.” He pointed at your heart. “And tell Victoria that her daddy loves her very much. I love you, F/N. I love you…” His hand fell to the ground, limp. His lifeless eyes stared into yours. He was gone, and it felt like your heart had been ripped out of your body. 

“No!” Your cries filled the streets as you cradled his cold body to your chest. Pain filled your chest and you couldn’t bear it. Your sobs made Clint turn his head away, it hurt him to see you like that. Steve urged you to get up, to get onto one of the ships. 

“He’s gone, F/N. I’m sorry. But, we have to get on the ships. We have to go now.” He tore you away from him and picked up Pietro, walking you to the ship. You sat on the cold metal floor, and Steve placed him in your arms. The pain was uncontrollable. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You screamed and sobbed until your throat burned. Your breaths were labored, and soon you saw white spots in your vision. You held his face in your hands, and kissed his cold, and unresponsive lips. The shock and hurt found their way through your whole body. The sobs died down to cries, you body began feeling heavy. Your eyelids fluttered closed, and everything faded to black. Fading into the silence of sleep, was one though and one thought only.

Nobody can save me now, I’m far too gone.


I hoped you liked his little intro to another one of my new series! Credits to best fren for the amazing idea, much love. I’ll have chapter 4 of Our Eyes out tonight along with this week’s edition of Smut Saturday. I love you all and you’re all amazing. xoxo

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Ah, summer break; a time for leisure, recreation, and taking ‘er easy… unless you’re me. My name is Percy. The girl about to puke is my friend Annabeth. You’re probably wondering what we’re doing in a taxi cab of eternal damnation, fleeing from creatures of unimaginable horror. Rest assured, there’s a perfectly logical explanation.
—  Percy Jackson, Sea of Monsters

grande-gratsukenatsu  asked:

Au where Tom gets corrupted while battling Toffee and Marco tames him

Of course I can write that!!!!!! I’m pretty bad at writing Toffee’s charectar (and writing in general lol) but I tried really hard on this one and think it came out pretty good! I hope you like it! Enjoy!
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Star ran to the other wall and pushed at it. They were all closing in around the three kids. Marco kicked the wall, hoping something would jam and it would stop moving in to crush them all. “It’s not working!” Marco cried. “We aren’t gonna make it!” He yelled. Tom just stood there in shock and watched the walls move closer to hurt his friends. As they got closer they gained speed. Marco had tears running down his face. “We’re going to die.”

Tom raised his hands up slowly and fore began to swirl around them. “No you aren’t.” He told them, in a hushed voice. The fire around his hands looked more like a red smoke, and the same smoke surrounded the  walls that were closing in. Just as they began to push the kids together, they stopped. Tom’s eyes lit up brighter and they began to melt down. Star and Marco looked in awe as the demon melted the walls.

As soon as they fell Toffee gasped and took a few steps back, he wasn’t expecting the third player to make this kind of move. Star smiled big and she turned to Toffee with a smile of victory. “We got you!” She yelled. “You couldn’t beat us!”

“Star…?” Marco started, looking over at Tom. Star ignored Marco and went closer to Toffee, with her wand raised.

“Now you’re out of moves and we’re all gonna KICK YOUR-”

“STAR!” Marco yelled at her. Star whipped around and Toffee smiled when he saw the scene before him. Marco was shaking Tom to try and get him to focus, but something that looked like lava was coming out of his eyes and mouth. “Tom! Tom what’s wrong!?” Marco yelled. “Tom look at me!” He begged. Star got an angry look and she turned her wand back of Toffee.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!?!?!” She demanded.

“Nothing, he did this all by himself.” Toffee smiled. Marco’s eyes widened.

“Star, the spell he used, h-his powers or… He did something!” Marco cried. Tears streamed down his face. “He was trying to save us and he hurt himself!” Marco sobbed. Star yanked her hair and turned to Toffee again.

“I’m going to DESTROY YOU!” She screamed, although sobbing. She was about to blast the lizard man, who still seemed pleased about this whole situation. Star raised her wand but a scream from Marco cut her off. She spun around and saw Tom was looking at him with glowing eye, he was growling and hissing like a monster.

“Star! He’s hurting!” Marco sobbed.

“Stay away from him!” Star cried, pulling Marco away.

“We can’t just let him suffer!” Marco screamed.

“That’s not Tom anymore!” Star told him. “He’s overused himself, it’s called corruption, I’ve seen it happen before!” Star kept trying to pull Marco away.

“I need to help him!” Marco cried.

“You won’t be able to.” The kids spun around and saw Toffee approach them. “I’ve seen this happen as well, and I’ve never once seen it cured.” He grinned evilly. “And he knew very well what such an intense use of his powers would do to him and he did it anyway, for you.” He turned to look at the human.

“Don’t listen to him.” Star told Marco. “He’s just trying to get into your head.” She assured. Marco sobbed and covered his mouth.

“He’s right…” Marco sobbed. He pulled away from Star and turned to look at Tom. “I’m so sorry… I’m sorry, I’m so, so, so, sorry.” he sobbed. He took a step closer and Tom twitched and growled like a rabid animal. Marco reached his hand out. “You didn’t deserve this, you didn’t deserve to do this for us… for me…” Marco looked down and moved closer to the demon. Toffee and Star were frozen, both expecting Tom to attack the human.

But he didn’t.

“Tom, please don’t go like this, I don’t want there to be nothing else I can do.” Marco whispered. “You helped save me, let me help you too.” Marco begged. He looked down and let tears fall onto the floor. But his head shot up when he felt something very close to his head. Marco looked up and saw Tom was sniffing his head like an animal, trying to recognize something familiar. His eyes were still lit up and he seemed on edge. Marco looked up with big eyes. “Tom?” Marco asked. Tom narrowed his glowing eyes.

Toffee’s eyes widened when he saw what was happening, why wasn’t the demon killing him? He couldn’t let them get away again. Toffee gripped Marco’s shoulder and went to yank him away. But as he did Tom’s eyes grew furious and he jumped in between the two, growling, the same lava liquid dripping from his eyes and mouth. Tom kept twitching like he was covered in bugs and gritting his sharp teeth. As soon as Toffee made a move to get close to Marco he tackled the monster.

“Tom stop!” Marco cried. Tom stopped fighting at once and stationed himself before Marco. “It’s not worth it, we have to get you home, we have to get you better.” Marco told him. Star ran over to her friend and wrapped her arms around him. She looked over at Toffee who seemed to– not scared– shocked to move, staring at the demon.

Star looked at the monster and gritted her teeth, she clutched her wand but Marco stopped her. “Star please, not now, we need to help Tom.” Marco begged. Star nodded and opened the portal, the two ran through and Marco turned to look at Tom. “Tom please, come with us.” He begged. The demon’s eyes softened at Marco’s desperate tone and he ran through, practically tackling Marco.

Star closed the portal and looked back at Marco. “Marco, how did you get through to him?” She asked, out of breath from exertion. Marco looked at Tom, who was still obviously corrupted and suffering.

“I don’t know, but he’s still there.” Marco told her. He knelt down in front of Tom and tried to get him to look him in the eyes. “Tom? Can you understand me?” Marco asked. As soon as he heard Marco’s voice, Tom’s ears twitched and he looked at him urgently.

“Marco, he remembers you.” Star whispered. Marco reached his hand out and took Tom’s. The demon twitched at the contact, but then settled down. He looked at Marco and when the human smiled, something clicked.

“Marco?” Tom said in the quietest voice. His eyes faded slowly back to normal  and marco gasped. Tears streamed down his face, but he was laughing all the same. Marco threw his arms around Tom and sob-cried.

“You’re back! Tommy! My Tommy is back! You’re okay!” He cried. Tom wiped the lava-looking fluid away from his lip and seemed weary.

“What happened?… H-how did we get out of that room?” He asked. Marco pulled Tom down for a passionate kiss and held him close.

“You.” He whispered. Marco held the demon’s face. “You saved us… you saved me. Even though you…” Marco trailed off and more tears fell. “My sweet, brave, little soldier.” Marco closed his eyes. “I love you.”

It is difficult to explain exactly what Irish Dance means to me, because it is so personal and interlaced within me, making up part of who I am.  It is permanently engrained in my life as a part of me no one can relinquish or take away.
—  me (if you can believe it) in an essay I’m writing 
Conversation between two shippers
  • Me: what are you going to do this afternoon?
  • You: oh i'm gonna read some smut...
  • Me: HEY ...save me a seat in hell...because those are my plans too.
  • You: ...
  • Me: ...if you can save a cool seat, is better...so we can still read smut.
  • You: (☞゚ヮ゚)☞
  • Me: (☞゚ヮ゚)☞
I want to help everyone
I want to heal every wound
I want to scatter love like pollen
So kindness reaches every lung
But I can’t be everywhere
So I reach out to those I meet
And give them a piece of soul
A book I hold close
A book for every heartache
So they can carry me with them
So they know they’re not alone
Like I was
—  books saved me and they can save you too