you cannot take the sky from me


  • ❝ …Bang… ❞
  • ❝ This could be a trap. ❞
  • ❝ This is strictly business. ❞
  • ❝ Whatever happens, happens. ❞
  • ❝ Life is but a dream. ❞
  • ❝ You’re in a good mood today. ❞
  • ❝ Tell me what you’re doing here. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t try anything. ❞
  • ❝ Why don’t you shoot? ❞
  • ❝ Go on, pull the trigger. ❞
  • ❝ What’s wrong? Lose your nerve? ❞
  • ❝ You’re an original, aren’t you? ❞
  • ❝ Could you be a little quieter please? ❞
  • ❝ Great, a wannabe preacher with a gun… ❞
  • ❝ Guess you’ll have to chalk it up to bad luck. ❞
  • ❝ You’re gonna carry that weight. ❞
  • ❝ The one that’s insane is this world. ❞
  • ❝ Hey there, having a little trouble? ❞
  • ❝ Are you living in the real world? ❞ 
  • ❝ Even if you play by the rules, nothing gets solved. ❞
  • ❝ The more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❞
  • ❝ I’m just a humble bounty hunter, ma’am/sir. ❞
  • ❝ Pretending to be senile won’t get you out of this. ❞
  • ❝ I’m just watching a bad dream I never wake up from. ❞
  • ❝ Are you pleading for your life? ❞
  • ❝ You should see yourself right now. ❞
  • ❝ Do you have any idea what you look like? A ravenous beast. ❞
  • ❝ The same blood runs through both of us. ❞
  • ❝ I’ve bleed all that kind of blood away. ❞
  • ❝ Why are you still alive? ❞
  • ❝ Don’t give me that art of war crap. ❞
  • ❝ Time never stands still. ❞  
  • ❝ If you don’t work, you don’t eat. ❞
  • ❝ These Earthlings are weird. ❞ 
  • ❝ I’ll take care of this, you can go back. ❞
  • ❝ I love the kind of woman that can kick my ass. ❞
  • ❝ A star just fell from the sky. ❞
  • ❝ Cold climates don’t concern me. ❞
  • ❝ Your heart is colder than any planet. ❞
  • ❝ Remember, a snake cannot eat a dragon. ❞
  • ❝ We should’ve never taken such a risk. ❞
  • ❝ I’m fully aware of the danger. ❞
  • ❝ How long were you in there listening, [ name ]? ❞ 
  • ❝ And this time, I hope you have sweet dreams. ❞
  • ❝ I’ll meet you at the end of this world. ❞
  • ❝ Belonging is the very best thing there is. ❞
  • ❝ There is nothing more innocent and cruel than a child.❞
  • ❝ Man shouldn’t have to live on carbohydrates alone, complex or otherwise. ❞
  • ❝ I have no fear of death. It just means dreaming in silence. A dream that lasts for an eternity. ❞
  • ❝ Of the days that I have lived, only those I spent with you seemed real. ❞
  • ❝ My memory…finally came back…but nothing good came from it. ❞
  • ❝ There was no place for me to return to; this was the only place I could go. ❞
  • ❝ Why do you have to go? Where are you going?! ❞
  • ❝ What are you going to do, throw away your life like it was nothing?! ❞
  • ❝ What’s your price to keep this from leaking to the press? ❞
  • ❝ Either you give me the money or I put a bullet through your brain. ❞    
  • ❝ I’m not the type to be led around by a woman/man. ❞
  • ❝ You can’t tell the age of a woman by looking at her. ❞
  • ❝ You’re kidding yourself if you think every woman/man is like you. They’re not.❞
  • ❝ Why did you do all of this? For money? Some sort of revenge? Or perhaps just for fun?❞
  • ❝ Come on, hang in there, you hear me? ❞ 
  • ❝ When angels are forced out of heaven, they become devils. ❞
  • ❝ Tell me, if we had met earlier in life, would we have been friends? ❞
  • ❝ You know the first rule of combat? Shoot them before they shoot you. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not a criminal. Woah, that makes me sound more like a criminal, doesn’t it. ❞
  • ❝ You took all the money you stole from us and lost it in a gambling casino? ❞
  • ❝ This is real mystic and all, but uh, do you have anything to eat here? ❞
  • ❝ You know what they say, cowboy, easy come easy go. ❞ 
  • ❝ You told me once, to forget the past, cause it doesn’t matter, but you’re the one still tied to the past, [ name ]!  ❞
  • ❝ Don’t tell me things like that; you’ve never told me anything about yourself, so don’t tell me now! ❞
  • ❝ I felt like I was watching a dream I’d never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over. ❞
  • ❝ Do not fear death. Death is always at our side. When we show fear, it jumps at us faster than light, but if we do not show fear, it casts its eye upon us gently and then guides us into infinity…  ❞
  • ❝ Men only think about their past right before death, as if they were searching frantically for proof they were alive. ❞
  • ❝ No one can draw a clear line between sane and insane. You move that line as you see fit for yourself. No one else can.  ❞
Chocobro Sleeping Headcanons

As you all know I am asleep 90% of the time. So I figured, “hey how do the bros sleep?”

I’ll prob post a version feature the boy’s s/o soon. Gotchu guys covered. 

Anyway, I’m tired.

Tag yourself I’m Noctis *duh*


  • Can fall asleep anywhere.
  • Any time.
  • The boy can just wake up from a full nights rest and go back to sleep.
  • Gets especially sleepy after eating. 
  • Falls asleep in the Regalia while sitting up.
  • His head slumps forward and he remains asleep for hours.
  • He wakes up with some major neck pain… and drool on his chin.
  • Of course, Noctis get the best sleep on his own bed. 
  • Really loves being under the covers completely
  • The other bros wonder how he breathes under all the covers?
  • It’s a mystery. 
  • Noctis doesn’t even know how he does it.
  • While in a deep sleep, his eyes roll in the back of his head.
  • It freaks Prompto out to no end. 
  • Cuddles pillows in his sleep.
  • Loves to cuddle.
  • During their journey, he will always cuddle who ever is closest to him.
  • It’s very awkward.
  • Wakes up red faced and prays they didn’t notice. 
  • They notice.
  • They’re just used it by now.
  • Sleeps in any position.
  • Stomach.
  • Side.
  • Back.
  • Sometimes wakes up on the wrong side of the bed.
  • May even wake up on the floor. 
  • Definition of heavy sleeper
  • A bomb can go off and this boy would sleep through it


  • Prompto only sleeps under certain circumstances. 
  • Cannot sleep in a tent.
  • Gets no sleep during camp.
  • That’s why he’s so excited to get a hotel room.
  • Unable to sleep in  the Regalia. 
  • Mostly because he sees time in the car as photo opportunities. 
  • Lucis’s scenery is great, y’all.
  • He can’t help himself. 
  • He has so much energy, so he can’t sleep unless he’s really exhausted. 
  • Sweats in his sleep.
  • Still wears short sleeve, tank tops and shorts to bed.
  • Still wakes up with sweats.
  • Poor sunshine.
  • Loves sleeping with stuffed animals.
  • He had a ton of stuffed animals as a kid.
  • He’s kept one.
  • He’s low-key embarrassed by it, considering he takes it on their journey..
  • But the guys don’t say anything about it.
  • It’s a yellow chocobo stuffed animal, by the by.
  • That’s crucial information.
  • Hugs it to his chest.
  • Sometimes he wakes up with the stuffed animal on his head?
  • Sleeps on his left side only
  • Fetal position.
  • Not as cuddly as Noctis.
  • But still loves to snuggle.
  • Luckily for the guys, he only grabs onto his chocobo.


  • Why was this the first thing that came to my mind He sucks his thumb
  • I don’t know.
  • Noctis totally teases him over it.
  • To which Gladio brings up how the Prince cuddles up to Ignis in his sleep.
  • Noctis shuts up shortly after. 
  • Sleeps shirtless.
  • The man is a heater.
  • He doesn’t need more warmth.
  • Doesn’t sweat though.
  • He uses only a single sheet rather than the entire comforter.
  • Sleeps the best in the tent.
  • Actually… sleeps best outside of the tent.
  • As long as there is a campfire going, and the stars in the sky… Gladio is covered for a good night’s rest.
  • Definitely, 100% canon; he snores
  • You cannot convince me otherwise.
  • Earthquake level snores.
  • His snores stir the others from their sleep.
  • Can sleep on either of his sides. 
  • Doesn’t like sleeping on his back. 
  • He feels like he’s taking up too much room.
  • Low key claustrophobic maybe?
  • Needs open spaces. 
  • Can sleep in the Regalia if everyone is quiet.
  • Which is a rarity in itself.


  • Definition of insomniac
  • If Ignis does get sleep, it’s for a short while.
  • Definitely the type that’s early to bed, early to rise.
  • Super light sleeper. 
  • The quietest of sounds can wake him up.
  • And this is why he relies on Ebony so much.
  • He really can’t function without caffeine intake.
  • Sleeps like he’s a dead man?
  • Always straight on his back.
  • Hands folded against his chest.
  • Doesn’t move all night.
  • Often forgets to take his glasses off.
  • May have broken a few pair in his childhood that way…
  • Doesn’t snore… necessarily.
  • Will have soft little inhale snores.
  • It’s so cute help me
  • Even though he’s a light sleeper, he doesn’t stir when Noctis latches onto him in the night. 
  • Noctis has been doing that since they were children.
  • It’s so cute help me I’m dead.
  • Get’s very cold in his sleep, but refuses to pull the covers up above his rib cage.
  • Sometimes wears his gloves to bed for this reason.
  • Poor boy is just so cold.
  • Sleeps in actually pajamas. 
  • Not makeshift night clothes.
  • Cotton, long sleeved night shirts.
  • Long pants.
  • Wears socks to bed.
  • Sleeps okay in the tent.
  • Prefers a proper bed.
  • Of course he doesn’t sleep in the Regalia.
  • Even when he isn’t driving.
  • His eyes are on the road always. 
  • Cautious mama bear.
  • Wakes up before the sunrises to start cooking breakfast. 
  • Also just enjoys a few hours of silence. 
drabble; climate change

drabble; pg-13; MSR; post-ep Rain King; Scully takes Holman Hardt’s advice.

series list

Practicing writing in Scully’s POV.


you should try it sometime

Perhaps I’d been waiting for a sign: something powerful, a gift from earth itself arranging dirt and concrete and sand and wind into one giant arrow pointing directly at Fox Mulder. I forget that life isn’t always as theatrical as the past few years have led me to believe, that the truth isn’t always so elusive. Sometimes there is beauty in only a little rain.

I don’t know how to tell him exactly what he means to me, and I think he’d be afraid to hear it. This is a man who does and wallows later, whose actions so far proceed his thoughts you wonder if there isn’t some kind of neural dissonance that makes him this way. But tonight I will follow his lead. I am prepared to take the leap, perhaps the biggest one either of us have dared to take in the time we’ve known each other.

I told Sheila that it’s about realizing, suddenly and painfully, that you cannot see yourself with anyone else. You switch a flick and it’s written there, and I have seen it reflected in his features, the way he touches me. This is it for us, Mulder. Who else could it be?

In one bed, he talks to me about Calabria, Italy, where in 1890, sun soaked villagers screamed and hid at the unlikely occurrence of blood pouring from the sky. Birds, he says with a morbid little smile. The winds were at an all time high and snap. He makes a twisting motion from where he’s propped against the headboard. I must look disturbed, because his smile falters.

I lean in and kiss it off his face.

Not even a kiss, Sheila had marveled. Trust me, the man knows how to kiss. He does. After a moment’s hesitation, a confused, adorable flail, he’s kissing back. It’s vengeful. His hands lock in my hair, his pillowy lips go hard and punchy. I am driven back to my side of the bed with the force of his passion. I feel it in every inch of me, every inch of him; we are straining, desperate, his tongue touches mine and it is warm and wet and so damn comfortable tears burn behind my eyelids. He is so close. I have wanted this so badly for so very long…

And then he is hauling himself away, and it feels more like tearing an I.V. needle out your arm than ripping off a bandaid. Back on his side of the bed his eyes are wild, and then they’re tender, and then they’re blank. And suddenly I know.

I’ve been presumptuous.

I gather myself from the bed while examining the evidence. His reaction when I tried to leave. His drug addled voice, made soft and low by his foray into drowning. Scully, I love you. But he had been drugged, and just now I had decidedly not been. I think of other times. Mothmen and lost opportunities. Not so much lost as rejected, I suppose. His face, hard and condescending as hell when I asked him to trust my judgment. For once, Mulder. Trust me like I’ve come to trust you. Maybe I thought he had.

“Scully…” he starts. Tossing my pillows on the cot, the one we’d both forgone after realizing how dreadfully uncomfortable it was, I look at him. My features are carefully schooled. I look okay. I look fine. He is pleading and wounded. “Scully, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Even I’m impressed with how plainly this comes out. The cot had been delivered with a blanket. I turn off the lamp and collapse into my new bed, and will the tears away. All of them. Every single one. Instead, I study the ceiling. “I’m the one who should be sorry, Mulder. I’m not sure what I was thinking.”

And I go to sleep, pretending not to notice him staring at me the whole night through.


See, what we call God depends upon our tribe, Clark Joe, ‘cause God is tribal; God takes sides! No man in the sky intervened when I was a boy to deliver me from daddy’s fist and abominations. I figured out way back if God is all-powerful, He cannot be all good. And if He is all good, then He cannot be all-powerful. And neither can you be.

Death-drop: A Fred Weasley x Reader Imagine

Requested: yes

In this imagine the reader is preparing for an upcoming Quidditch match against Slytherin. Some unexpected and unacceptable events take place, leaving both the reader and their boyfriend Fred Weasley enraged.  It’s only a game, but the consequences could be lethal. (I know this summary sucks, please give the actual fic a chance, I just didn’t want to give too much away.)

*Note: for this imagine I tried to leave the house open. (Obviously the reader isn’t in Slytherin or Gryffindor though and I apologize) I made the reader a beater because I thought it would help obscure to the people in the stands some of what was happening.

Warnings: cursing

Y/N - your name
Y/L/N - your last name
~~~ - used to show passage of time

Word count: 3,696


Cool autumn breeze ruffles my hair as I soar over the Quidditch Pitch. The sky is overcast and the castle is visible in the distance as I repeatedly hit the bludger away, aiming carefully for the colored squares adorning the stands- target practice. The upcoming match is against Slytherin. I’ve been told to focus on Malfoy; if I can keep him distracted we stand a better chance of catching the snitch and winning.

“Y/L/N!” A voice yells over the wind. “You done beating up the poor wall?” I look over to find Fred with his own club.

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GET TO KNOW ME MEME: {1/5 favorite male characters} Lex Luthor Junior

“See, what we call God depends upon our tribe, Clark Joe, ‘cause God is tribal; God takes sides! No man in the sky intervened when I was a boy to deliver me from daddy’s fist and abominations. I figured out way back: if God is all-powerful, he cannot be all good. And if he is all good, then he cannot be all-powerful. And neither can you be.

Anakin // Anakin x Reader

Can you please write an imagine were you are Obi wans daughter and he is very protective of you so he was hiding you on one of the planets but decides that you are in greater danger so him and Anakin go to get you and for Anakin it’s like love at first sight. Thank you so much and if you could, can you please write some of it in anakin’s pov. Thank you again!

14 years and 8 days. 5,118 in total. You were the daughter of the great Jedi Master, Obi Wan Kenobi. You being conceived was a complete accident that turned into his world. Your father had been involved in a relationship with your mother, a beautiful handmaiden to a princess. They weren’t married, they didn’t intend on being because of their jobs and they didn’t want to have a child because their jobs forbade it.

But when your mother, Caroline, got pregnant, it was the happiest day of Obi Wan’s life. You were a symbol of their undying love.

You were born, a healthy, beautiful baby. Caroline on the other hand was later diagnosed that month with stage three cancer. No treatments were available to her and she died two months after your birth.

Obi Wan was forced to take care of a child alone, and he had no clue how to raise you without the assistance of Caroline. Plus, Obi Wan was becoming more and more well known in the galaxy and sent on more and more missions. This soon became a threat to your safety, so he sent you to live with your mother’s sister, Elizabeth, and her husband, Harry, to raise you on Naboo.

Of course your father visited as much as he could, but it was hard for him. Soon, he was only visiting once a month, twice if you were lucky.

As you grew up, you learned more and more about your father and you wished that you could see him more often. Recently, you had turned nineteen and you wished your father could have been there to celebrate it with you.

That week, you were up in your room, writing in your journal when your Aunt Elizabeth knocks on your door. “(Y/N), darling. A message has just come in from your father. He is one his way to visit!” she says excitedly, making you rise from your chair.

A huge smile spreads across your face as you run to give your aunt a hug.

Meanwhile back on Coruscant, Obi Wan is prepping for take off on his ship as he talks to Anakin, his padawan. “Alright, listen you,” Obi Wan starts, “No staring, flirting, winking, smiling, breathing, or touching my daughter. You hear me?”

Anakin was known for being a flirtatious one after the Council removed the law of Jedi and having romantic attractions to others. The young Jedi chuckles, “I promise, sir.” Obi Wan skeptically raises an eyebrow. “I swear,” the Jedi crosses his heart with a finger as his Master nods his head.

“Good. Now, come along before she turns twenty,” Obi Wan directs as they start the journey to Naboo.

Anxiously waiting by the front door for you father’s arrival, you finally hear his ship land. You look to your aunt and uncle for permission to leave the house as the two of them smile and nod.

Squealing in excitement, you burst open the door and run to your father. “Daddy!” you exclaim as he embraces you.

“Oh, hello, love. I’ve missed you so much,” he tells you, placing a kiss on the top of your head as you squeeze him tight. “I’m sorry I missed your birthday, dear. I had a mission with the padawan and partner, Anakin. Speaking of him, Anakin! Come here, I’d like you to meet my daughter, (Y/N).”

Oh, he has.

Anakin was too busy literally drooling over you. Stunning. Absolutely stunning. He thought that you couldn’t be Obi Wan’s child, you were too hot. Snapping out of his daze, he speaks, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His gaze shifts to Obi Wan as he sends him a mind message.

Don’t do it. I will severe your head and keep it on a shelf as a trophy.

You smile at the Jedi. Your father would kill you if he knew what you were thinking, but his padawan was handsome as hell. He had sandy blonde hair with loose curls and dark eyes. His body language read loud and clear, I’m trying to stay away from you because your father will kill me if I don’t. Anakin. Even the name had an appeal to it. Anakin. The name gives you shivers. Anakin.

“Why are you here, Daddy?” you ask as Obi Wan clears his throat.

He breathes, “Well, you are getting older and more mature and now I’ve become more well known in the galaxy, there are people out there who try to find weaknesses in the light; you being mine. So, that being said, I want you to move back to Coruscant with me.”

The thought of being with your father at last for all these years makes a huge smile appear across your face. “Really?” you ask as Obi Wan shakes his head. “Oh, this is amazing!” You tightly embrace your father as your eyes watch Anakin dip his left eye into a wink.

Not only were you excited to be with your father, but you were also intrigued to get to know this new Anakin character.

That day, you spent the duration of it with your father, talking about the moving plan. After a few hours and twilight began to fall, you walk outside to watch the starry sky. You hear the door close behind you and you know it’s Anakin.

“My father told you to stay away from me,” you tease, looking at him.

He chuckles, “Well, I just can’t help myself.” As he approaches you, he takes your hand in his and the feeling gives you goose bumps. The two of you had just met earlier that day, but you cannot help, but feel a strong bond with him. Slowly, his head leans down to make his lips touch yours.

But a voice calls from inside, distracting the two of you. “Anakin, get your pathetic ass in here!”

This sentence causes you to burst out in laughter as Anakin rolls his eyes. “Every time,” he sighs.

Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #19

Rules: You can find past rec lists here. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

Welp, this will be the last rec list before Season 2. I feel like a tornado is coming. Time to hide in the cellar and batten down the hatches. We’ll see what survives the storm, including my heart.

happy birthday, hope it’s out of this world by brosura
Words:  5,866
Author’s Summary:  Everyone’s acting very unusual around Hunk today, and he can’t think of a reason why. People keep giving him things, Pidge and Coran are strangely anxious to keep him away from part of the castle, and strangest of all, he hasn’t seen Lance even once.
My Comments: This is sweetest thing. Everyone’s gifts to Hunk very lovely and sentimental, and somehow he DOESN’T CATCH ON. This made me grin through the entire thing, and Lance’s gift was the sweetest of all.

An Aftermath of Sorts by wolfsan11
Words: 2,451
Author’s Summary: Shiro forgets sometimes that Allura is a princess in all the ways that no one would wish to be. That she is a princess born into happiness but brought up alongside a war, that she is a princess who had once known her enemy as a favored guest in her kingdom. He forgets sometimes that her strength is hard-won and bitter, and entirely her own.—In the aftermath of the corrupt wormhole, Shiro seeks out Allura.
My Comments: This is well-written and sad, and really highlights how strong and protective both of them are. Also, paladin cuddle pile.

Reconnaissance by mumblefox
Words: 5,680
Author’s Summary: They’d gotten Sendak off the castle, and everyone should feel safe again. Thing was, they didn’t. But they had time, now, to fix what they could, and Pidge had a plan that would help.
My Comments: APPARENTLY this is the first of a series and there is going to be MORE? By some of the BEST GEN WRITES in the FANDOM? Holy crap, y’all, we are blessed. This fic is amazing. Climb on board or the train will take off without you.

Trials Before the Dead by birdzilla
Words: 3,139 (WIP 1/7)
Author’s Summary: When the paladins land on an alien planet looking for refuge, they’re instead brought to trial by the natives for the deaths of innocent Galra prisoners. Shiro attempts to take on the burden of guilt for the rest of the paladins and ends up on a spiritual journey through his paladins’ trials-by-ordeal, depending on the strength of their bond to carry him through.
My Comments: What an absolutely terrific concept, and the writing is super great. I am on tenterhooks for more.

And I Lie Awake And Miss You by Leonawriter
Words: 753
Author’s Summary: Lance finds Allura by accident, kept awake by his own fears after the way the day had gone. Lance is just too stubborn and too unwilling to let things lie when she’s clearly still upset. Not that he can blame her.
My Comments: Short, sweet, and sad. I love platonic Allura and Lance interaction. They both miss their families.

A Moment of Respite by To_Shiki
Words: 1,341
Author’s Summary: The other Paladins get Shiro to relax after post-battle exhaustion wears off.
My Comments: Yes, good. Let him rest. Everyone takes care of Shiro, and this is really the only way he can let his guard down.

All There (In a Way) by Skalidra
Words: 2,410
Author’s Summary: When Shiro wakes, after his crash-landing back on Earth, he’s strapped down onto a table, three people hovering over him in full quarantine suits. But he remembers every moment of the year he’s been gone, and he’s been Champion for far too long to be alright with being restrained, let alone being sedated.
My Comments: Shiro with all his memories of struggling for survival in the arena is SAVAGE. This is a darker take on that first encounter back on Earth, but it absolutely makes sense. 

Wolves by Utsukushin (UserFromPluto)
Words: 2,498
Author’s Summary: Keith’s hands shook, and for a second he allowed himself to give in to weakness, slumping forward so his upper body rested on Red’s dashboard. His eyes slipped closed, and immediately he was assaulted with a brutal wave - flashes of laser blasts and screams, the violent jolting of his lion in combat, tiny droplets of blood flying off his sword… “Keith?” (Keith has a hard time calming down after battles)
My Comments: Stressed-out, hyper-vigilant Keith is really well-written and vivid, and the team’s concerted effort to surround him and make him feel safe again is lovely. 

No Martyrdom Allowed by IntelligentAirhead
Words: 3,442
Author’s Summary: Hunk tries very hard to help their friends. It would go a lot easier if they weren’t so self-sacrificial, but considering the extenuating circumstances of an entire galaxy depending on them, it’s understandable. That doesn’t mean Hunk’s going to give up on suggesting healthier coping mechanisms or opening avenues for conversation, though. Especially when Allura is so insistent on putting her grief aside and charging ahead
My Comments: Hunk and Allura interaction! How rare and beautiful. I really love this version of Hunk, so rambly and sweet, but stubborn when need be.

Think Before He Cheats by 15Strawberries
Words: 1,232
Author’s Summary: Hunk likes country music. Specifically, scorned woman country music. His friends are concerned.
My Comments: And this is just adorable. Everyone loves Hunk, as well they should.

No Chill Zone by JamtheDingus
Words: 3,070
Author’s Summary: It’s Hunk’s birthday! Lance and Pidge planned something special, just for their favorite boy.—“Pidge, seatbelt!” Hunk shrieked, narrowly avoiding a collision. She blew a raspberry directly into his ear before she plopped back into her seat, loudly clicking her seatbelt.“I thought you only listened to country music.” Lance says, as if the words physically repulse him.“Don’t make me bring up your song choices, Mister ‘Naruto Opening 7 Is In My Playlist Eight Times In A Row’.” She huffed.
My Comments: College AU. This is a fun, funny, and relaxing fic. It’s nice to see these three just hanging out and enjoying each other’s company.

Pride by Eghfeithrean
Words: 3,485
Author’s Summary: The lions reflect on their respective Paladins following the events of episode 11, and prepare for what lies in store for them in the future. For the Voltron Season 2 Countdown event.
My Comments: Lovely character study of the lions and their paladins.

Can’t Take the Sky From Me by isabeau25
Words: 6,586
Author’s Summary: Shiro was just trying to escape the ever expanding Galra Empire. He hadn’t planned on picking up any passengers along the way.
My Comments: I love everything about this. Cannot possibly recommend it highly enough. LITERAL space dad Shiro is excellent, and all the kids are well-drawn, if heartbreaking. Allura and Coran are a fantastic addition, and there’s a great Firefly vibe to the whole thing that really, really works. And it’s now a series! If I were you, I would subscribe and read every single thing.

Squash by isabeau25
Words: 749
Author’s Summary: Shiro is very sleepy, and his team is full of squash.
My Comments: CUUUUUTEEEE! This fic killed me. I have such a thing for sleepy paladins, and also Shiro using endearments for the younger ones. And Coran just accepts it, because humans are weird.

Infection by 5557
Words: 73,271
Author’s Summary: While exploring an alien planet, Lance is nearly killed by a mysterious monster. Now he’s convinced that he is infected with an alien sickness. Why doesn’t anyone believe him? It must be Keith’s fault. This is a horror-comedy (but like, also a romance?), and I drew pictures.
My Comments: Here, have some epic Klance hurt/comfort. It’s really well-done.

Raised By Lions by earthstar
Words: 9,640
Author’s Summary: The Galaxy Garrison ask Shiro to speak with 11 year old Keith who they believe has dangerous knowledge. As Shiro becomes attached to the kid, he has no idea just exactly what kind of trouble the boy has gotten himself into.
My Comments: I LOVE this fic and I really really really want more. Oh, and yeah, it’s almost another literal space dad Shiro. Space big brother, anyway. Because Keith needs to be adopted, like, twenty times.

One Week to Say Goodbye by squirenonny
Words: 1,986 (WIP 1/7)
Author’s Summary: After King Alfor places Allura in stasis, Coran has one week before Alfor sends Allura and Coran to Arus to await the arrival of a new generation of paladins. One week to think about everything he’s going to lose. One week to search for another solution. One week to remember. One week to say goodbye.
My Comments: Past one-sided Coran/Alfor. I almost didn’t read this fic, because I didn’t want to be sad. But this author is SO good I couldn’t help it, and now I’m really eager for more. 

Hunkaversary by Geoduck
Words: 2,168
Author’s Summary: Hunk always gives so much–and it’s time to give back. His birthday is coming.
My Comments: Another super-cute birthday fic. Hunk deserves all the hugs, and he gets them.

Love and Other Questions by squirenonny for May
Words: 10,978 (WIP 2/?)
Author’s Summary: One week after news of the Kerberos disaster broke, Pidge receives a new Mark–proof that Matt is still alive. She breaks into the Garrison to find him, only to find herself caught up in the fight for the fate of the universe. Keith keeps his arms covered so he doesn’t have to watch Shiro’s scars compounding on his skin–but doing so means cutting off contact with his romantic soulmate, who greets him each morning with a new (and terrible) pickup line.Shiro and Matt thought they were the luckiest people alive when they found out they were going to Kerberos together. But Shiro hasn’t seen Matt’s untidy scrawl on his arm in almost a year, and he has no idea if his soulmate is even still alive. [Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)]
My Comments: Multiple pairings both romantic and platonic. I just love the way this author does relationships, and while I’m not usually a big fan of soulbonds, this idea is really, really intriguing. Very cool concept, well-written and well-characterized. I can’t wait for Hunk and Lance to show up.

Call it Magic by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 5,856
Author’s Summary: Tuesdays are Hunk’s favorite. Or, at least, they’re supposed to be. A Hogwarts AU based on this fic by Buttered_onions for Hunk’s birthday.
My Comments: Really lovely day-in-the-life kind of fic. I love all the relationships and how protective everyone is of Hunk, and the world is well-integrated. Good stuff.

Piece of Goo by genericfanatic
Words: 1,207
Author’s Summary: Lance is sad and eats terrible food.
My Comments: This is an excellent portrayal of depression and UGH I just want to give Lance a hug.

No Desert For You by Mikiri
Words: 5,373
Author’s Summary: They may have won, but what happens after? Keith worries of returning to Earth and the team comforts him as best they can.
My Comments: SO sweet and comforting. Wonderful paladin pile, and I love how they just went around the room taking turns telling Keith that he’s been adopted and he’s not going back to the desert alone. Ever.

A Better Life by BlueRoboKitty
Words: 2,142
Author’s Summary: “You can have a better life.”She really, really could make it better, couldn’t she? Turn this ship around. And go back.
My Comments: Really interesting Nyma character study. Actually made feel bad for her, which is a trick, because I really don’t like her because of the way she treated Lance. (I know, I know, he kind of deserved it, and it was played for laughs, and everything turned out fine. I’m biased. I told you that.)

we sat on the edge of worlds by stelian
Words: 4,481
Author’s Summary: As far as rescue missions went, this wasn’t the worst one ever. No one was near death, none of the lions were severely damaged, they were still together, and both were in one piece. Mostly. So what if some weird electromagnetic storm was keeping them from contacting the Castle, a wave sent out by a Galra commander had deactivated Shiro’s arm, and Hunk may or may not have more than a slight concussion? At least no one was dying.The hardest part was trying to survive through the night while the temperatures continued to drop. {or; Hunk and Shiro have a bonding moment while trying not to freeze to death}
My Comments: Hunk and Shiro interaction is slowly growing to be some of my favorite. And I’m always a sucker for huddling for warmth. Just a good hurt/comfort tale.

the great (drunk & failtastic) galactic bake off by ShirosRedKnight (HalcyonWritings)
Words: 2,482
Author’s Summary: “I got it!” Lance pointed triumphantly across the sunk-in couch at Keith, who was eyeing his third glass of jumbu’v juice with a mild frown. “We should do a bake-off!”–A GBBO parody fic because why not.
My Comments: This one is hilarious. Poor Shiro. He tried.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:

Someplace Like Home by squirenonny
The Final Act of Mercy by ptw30
Beast You’ve Made of Me by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) (now complete)
Parasite Knight by VelkynKarma
Aid by Haurvatat
Engine Won’t Turn by yet_intrepid (THIS CHAPTER MADE ME SO HAPPY)
Planet of Gold by rexlover180 (now complete)
Light Up the Dark by BajillionKittens (yay it’s back!)
Where No One Goes by earthstar
I’m Seeing Stars by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) 
Bundle in Blankets by KnightNuraStar (now complete)
He Sleeps in the Sky of Ice by jadencross

One Year Anniversary

Mature content be advised! 

1.7k  Jaebum/Taehyung smut

(Threesome MMF bisexual)

I wrote this for a dear friend and she okayed it to be posted. enjoy

want one? message me what and who you want(doesn’t have to be kpop idols)  

first one go easy on me. 

(fluff/smut/angst/i do it all)

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“You can do whatever you want to me.  Kill me.  Destroy me.  Erase me from the face of the earth, if you can.  It doesn’t matter.  My place is here, between you and the Park, and I will never let you take it.”

Congrats to @penwarrior11 for finishing The Happiest Place! Its an amazing story and this was my favorite part so I had to draw it. I really hope I did it justice :)


See, what we call God depends upon our tribe, Clark Jo, ‘cause God is tribal. God takes sides. No man in the sky intervened when I was a boy to deliver me from Daddy’s fist and abominations. I figured out way back if God is all-powerful, He cannot be all good. And if He is all good, then He cannot be all-powerful. And neither can you be.

batman v. superman: dawn of justice (2016)

why you should read outrun the moon by stacey lee

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okay i just finished this book the other day and i absolutely loved it it’s honestly the right amount of cute and seriousness in a historical setting and i don’t often like historical fiction books

more reasons to read!!:

  • chinese protagonist!!!
  • chinese love interest!!!!! but not a romance!!!!
  • set in 1906 in san francisco (ofc with the great earthquake)
  • anyway mercy wong or wong mei-si is growing up chinese in a very anti-immigrant world
  • she has “bossy cheeks” (high cheekbones) which a lot of people don’t like in a woman but she actually likes them and sees them as another reason why she should rise in social status
  • all mercy wants to do is go to st. clare’s school for girls (ofc a school for only rich white girls) so she can get educated and later own a business so she can be wealthy and get out of the poverty of chinatown
  • ((mostly bc she wants a better life for her little brother whose lungs aren’t fully formed so he doesn’t have to spend his life working in a laundromat))
  • she gets in with a little bribery and persuasion
  • but then she has to deal with the girls there
  • also she has to pretend to be a chinese heiress when in reality she doesn’t really know the traditions there
  • and then the earthquake hits
  • so mercy takes charge of the remaining girls and help the other people who were affected by the earthquake
  • time for quotes!!:
  • “it is like the moon. we can see it differently by climbing a mountain, but we cannot outrun it.”
  • “Their deaths might leave a hole in our hearts as deep as the ocean, but it is only because we are as deep as the ocean, and our capacity to love is as high as the sky. The earthquake took much from us. But there is much we can take from it as well”   
  • “even if I did climb to the top of that mountain one day, people will never stop seeing my color first, before me.”

anyway you should read this book bc it has a strong female as a main character who’s also really in touch with her chinese culture and also a love interest who doesn’t think he deserves her AND it’s primarily not a love story!!! it’s primarily mercy working hard for she wants and getting it i love her so much tbh she’s probably one of my fave characters now please just go read outrun the moon by stacey lee!!!!

prince!5sos au (mikey) | part three.


anonymous said: part 3 to Prince Michael!!!! pleaseeee

[part one.]
[part two.]

(***foreword, the pronouns and gender in this preference will be female. to all my he/him and they/them audiences, if you would like me to make a replica with your prefered pronouns gender, just inbox me.***)

summary: after attempting to find one another and finally doing so, michael and you go to a special room where his father, the king, interrupts a moment.

pairing: michaelxreader

word count: 1586 words

the task of finding prince michael was definitely easier said than done. every person attending had a mask adorning their face, some just their eyes, others their full face, so it was impossible to tell who was who. aside from the king and queen, who were sat at their throne observing their son’s coming of age party.

you wandered aimless through the crowd, avoiding the dance floor and sticking towards the outskirts. 

however, as you paused to catch your breath and calm your mind, you took a glance around the party.

it was a matter of fact that the ballroom and the castle were elegantly decorated and everything so intricately designed. the various ball gowns and dresses that you had seen made your jaw drop in awe. the gowns and dresses varied from bold to soft colors; some pinks and reds, others with blues and purples, even some with black or white. no one had the same dress within the room. the men, too, were beautifully dressed in their formal attire, their outfits matching their lady’s gown. 

the room was lit up with giant, crystal chandeliers hanging high from the ceiling. the royal family’s flags hung from the sides of the room, and tables were spread here and there with pastries and goodies, and some with silver chalices of water or wine. there were guards stationed at every entrance, their uniforms special for the prince’s ball.

you sighed happily and stood near the wall for a few minutes while taking everything in. you never wanted to forget this sight, and you would never forgive yourself for forgetting a single detail.

it was soon, however, that a young man from across the room approached you, bowing and holding out his hand. you took it, wanting to be polite. when the orchestra had begun to play again, this time you were dancing with the stranger, twirling and stepping in time with the music. you were a little curious as to who the masked man was, but you weren’t going to demand he take off his mask.

you two danced to a few songs, and when you both grew tired, he bowed and you curtsied, going off in your own paths. after dancing for so long, you ascended the stairs to find a balcony for some much-needed air. the room had grown considerably warm with so many people inside.

you nodded to and thanked the guards who opened up a set of doors for you and continued your search for a balcony. but instead, you found a hallway with portraits and statues and busts of the kings and queens of the past and present. you admired every portrait you came across – you had to commend the artists for their talent, each work was so beautiful and realistic. it was absolutely lovely. you stopped in your tracks and you recognized the current king and queen; king daryl and queen karen. and next to them was a portrait of their son, prince michael.

you smiled warmly at the portrait. the artist certainly did a wonderful job of capturing the prince’s beauty. but to you, the man in the portrait seemed much too serious for the prince michael you met in the marketplace. you stared at the portrait for a while, taking in the prince’s features. it seemed as though tonight, you weren’t meant to find him. and while the thought saddened you, you weren’t one to go against fate.

“the party not entertaining enough for you, my dear?” you heard a voice say behind you, causing you to jump.

you turned quickly, bowing your head, “my apologies, sir.”

“did i startle you?” the man asked.

“a little,” you admitted in a small voice.

you jumped again when feeling a knuckle lift your chin. your eyes met the stranger’s, and you sensed some familiarity within them. “then i must say that i apologize for startling you, my dear.”

“apology accepted,” you muttered, heart racing in your chest as you still could not tell who the strange man was. it seemed as though you had just seen those eyes from somewhere. and then it clicked, “y-your highness?”

he grinned, “i thought i told you to call me michael,” he replied while his hand reached behind your head to pull the ribbon holding your mask. the blue mask fell into his hand. “where have you been hiding all night long? i’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

you laughed lightheartedly, “and i’ve been looking every for you, prince michael.”

he laughed too, nose scrunching a bit from the action, “come with me, i have something to show you.”

he took your hand, and you ignored the butterflies that had erupted within your stomach and followed michael down the hall. both of your laughters filled the silent hallways, each of you having an excited smile on your faces. he took you through a certain set of doors that led to yet another hall, but this one only had a small door at the very end of it.

michael paused right before the door, turning to you, “what i’m about to show you, no other that resides outside of this castle has ever seen before. not even half of the help knows of this place. are you ready?”

you nodded.

when he opened the door, you were stunned into silence. the door revealed a room full of large mirrors covering each of the five walls, one large mirror the size of a door and two small ones adorning its side. the walls were also covered with twisting vines traveling up the concrete frames of the mirrors, a few flowers in bloom. (a/n: if y’all have seen ella enchanted, picture the room charmant takes ella into).  you looked up, seeing a sky full of stars.

“beautiful, isn’t it?” prince michael asked, and you looked down from the ceiling to see him standing a few feet in front of you.

“it’s absolutely lovely,” you whispered.

he smiled, “good, i’m glad you enjoy it.”

you smiled back, “thank you for showing me.”

“my mother and father used to take me into this place when i was younger,” he said. “now, if i cannot go to the kingdom, this is my escape.”

you nodded in understanding.

he stepped towards you, smile faltering a little bit before he stepped back, “(y/n), there’s something i have to tell you.”

your brows furrowed, “oh. do you wish to sit down with me?” you looked around for a bench to sit down on, leading the two of you towards one on the opposite side of the room and sitting down, “yes, michael? is something the matter?”

he hesitated, mouth ajar a small bit while he decided what to tell you. “i… i don’t really know how to tell you, (y/n).”

you took his hand into your own, fingers curling together, “that’s okay.”

he sighed, “(y/n), this ball isn’t just for my eighteenth birthday.”

“oh?” you asked, intrigued.

“my mother and father, well, they wish to see me married soon,” he started, “so in addition to celebrating my birthday, they threw this ball so that i may find a bride-to-be. i invited you here today because in the marketplace, running into you made me feel something.”

so you weren’t the only one.

“and while you do not have to accept, (y/n), i wish for you to become my bride-to-be,” he finished.

you gasped and stood from your place, hand falling from the prince’s, “michael, i–”

“you don’t have to have an answer for me now,” he replied quickly, standing up with you and gripping your arm gently for reassurance. “you have all the time in the world.”

you nodded, gulping slightly when realizing how close you two were in the moment. you eyes flickered from his lips to his eyes, your subconsciousness pulling the two of you closer and closer until you could feel his warm breath hit your lips. your eyes fluttered closed as you braced yourself for a kiss, your first kiss.

but before the two of you could, you both heard the door to the room open, and in came the king himself. the two of you sprang apart from each other, cheeks burning with embarrassment. out of rightful respect, you curtsied and kept your head bowed, not wishing to upset the royal majesty.

“good evening, your majesty,” you greeted.

“you may rise, my dear,” he replied. you looked up, seeing a face similar to the prince’s. “son, your mother wishes to speak with you.”

the boy nodded in reply, turning to you. “excuse me, (y/n).” and he left the room after bowing to you and his father, off on his way to find his mother.

the king turned to you before leaving, “he will marry royal blood, my dear. i’m sorry for the inconvenience. please leave the castle immediately, and i wish you a wonderful rest of the evening. you looked beautiful.”

your heart plummeted and your head dropped, “yes, your majesty. thank you, your majesty.” you left the room swiftly, tears threatening to spill over as you made your way through the halls while a guard led you through the maze of hallways and doorways until you reached the outside of the castle. a carriage had already been called for you, and you spared one last glance at the elegant structure before clambering into the carriage.

how could you have been so foolish? a prince and a commoner would have never worked out anyway.


luke’s. | part two. | (part three coming soon).

calum’s. | part two. | (part three coming soon).

ashton’s. | part two. | (part three coming soon).

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fallenangelmikaela  asked:

“It’s always been you.”


The sky was taking a colour of orange and pink, a pretty mix of shades he could see from the window of their classroom. They were both leaning on his desk, Yuu holding a juice on his hand and drinking quietly from the straw in small sips. Lessons were over for the day, but he could still hear loud voices and steps in the hallways despite their empty classroom; probably it was still people from the afternoon clubs. 

They ended up staying there longer, between a talk and another, until silence fell between the two of them, that kind of silence that would never make Yuu uncomfortable; somehow it had always been like that with Mika, his best friend, no words were needed, his presence was enough to make him feel like everything was just right.

It was exacatly one year ago, the day he had first talked to Mika properly; if he didn’t count his dreams and nightmares of course, but by now Yuu knew that for how crazy that might sound, Mika was the one always appearing in his sleep. He didn’t know why, but he had no doubts that the two of them had met in a previous life, perhaps under different circumstances, but it was them.

He glanced towards the other, his arm few inches away from his, he could almost feel his warmth radiating from it; he had known that familiar warmth since forever, those pale blond hair, those small gestures of his, his deep like ocean blue eyes and his gentle smile. Everything to remind Yuu of home.

“It’s always been you.”

With few words, the spell was broken and green eyes stared blankly at the boy next to him. Slowly he tried to elaborate those words in his brain, focused on the other’s expression for anything that would suggest him what the blond was trying to say with those. He didn’t know if Mika meant what Yuu actually wanted it to be, if Mika knew that somehow their existences were conntected, but he wanted to believe that Mika was fully aware of this connection.

That he had finally found him again.

There was a small smile lingering on his lips, when his hand moved from the desk, enough for two of his fingers to touch Mika’s, placed next to his, but he didn’t dare to look that way for now.

“My family.” he wasn’t sure if Mika heard him, barely a whisper leaving from his lips, now fully spread in a wide warm like sunshine grin. And it was only when something wet fell down his cheek, that the boy noticed his vision was blurry and that tears were fully rolling down his face. But something in is heart was so overwhelming that he couldn’t even find enough strength to ramble any excuse for that or to apologize. He could only smile, teeth nipping at his bottom lip to choke back any sob that might come.

He had kept his promise, in the other life and even now, to never leave Mika alone again.

The Spring

Greetings fellow Throne of Glass and Sarah J Maas enthusiasts! The idea for this fan fic just kinda zapped into my head today and flew onto the paper quite of its own accord. This fic is titled The Spring or The Spirit of the Spring and is set in Doranelle after EoS and sometime during ToG6. All characters and locations are subject to copyright by SJM. ENJOY! ***contains EoS spoilers***


      Her back.
      Gods, it was shredded. Rowan couldn’t make out a single remnant of the tattoo he had etched into her skin only months before. Not a drop of ink could be detected by sight or smell amongst the mauled tatters of her rotting and infected flesh. Gods.
      A shudder rocked like a lightning strike down Rowan’s spine.
      If Cairn hadn’t already been killed …
      But he couldn’t think of that now. Not when Aelin was standing before him, hand outstretched to his own as she tunneled down into the last dredges of her power and then reached for his.
      Mauve’s mouth was open in a silent scream, her back arched as she hovered above the marble floor of her palace veranda, suspended by the invisible threads of Fenrys’ magic. Connall lay in a burned heap at Mauve’s feet, having refused to leave her side. Fenrys had simply turned his head aside, tears Rowan had never seen slipping down his cheeks as Aelin dealt her judgement upon his twin.
      Cairn’s body … gods. He’d been ripped to literal ribbons by Lorcan’s dark power. Lorcan hardly fared much better. But the bastard would survive.

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Away From The Mourning Light

Two hearts dance to a single beat
The red string of fate is the blood in their veins

A pair of red eyes
Have forcefully been closed
The flow of red blood
Pain only one other knows.

Dark red pools
turn to bright blue seas
Flowing down a pair
of red stained cheeks

My eyes are open
Yours cannot be
So let me sing you
This soft melody

Bright blue skies shine
As I sit by your bed
But during the sunset
The bright sky turns red

Night takes the day
Just as love took your sight
And opened red eyes
Drive away mourning light.

Even if tangled, the string cannot break for red and blue eyes intertwined by fate.