#Hayden knows Vy is there

[izayoichan]

On good days, and on bad days, always talk. 🎶

(poses by @herecirmsims )

[inkykeiji]

i love you - i know

anonymous said: ik you’re a pretty big star wars (and vader) fan so i’m kinda curious—would touya-nii binge watch the movies with her, and if reader is obsessed with vader like you, how would he react to her thirsting over anakin? i can just picture him getting jealous over a fictional villain and getting all mad and overprotective

character: todoroki touya | dabi

genre: fluff with a sprinkle of angst

notes: set in my touya-nii au, this is an extremely self-indulgent piece and was written as more of a comfort for myself than anything else but i wanted to share it here since anon prompted it!!! with that being said, this is generally how touya-nii would react to anyone’s favourite character in the most basic sense, so if you’re interested in that, read on!

warnings: no smut but still +18 minors do not interact, stepcest, toxic relationship (possessiveness, jealousy), star wars spoilers (lmao???)

words: 2.1k

synopsis:

“You, uh, you like me better than him though, right? I’m, like, your ultimate favourite, am I not?”

And he hates how small, shy, unsure his voice sounds, coughing harshly to clear the tremble sticking in his throat.

They’re stupid questions; he knows they’re stupid questions, knows the answer is yes, absolutely, of course you do, yet he can’t help but vocalize them, pathetically vying for that concrete reassurance pouring from your lips and cascading over his skin, encasing him in an indestructible coating of your comforting, unconditional love.  

“You are my most favourite person in the whole universe,” you tell him lightly, giving him a quick glance through the corner of your eye. “On this planet or any others, niichan, I promise.”  

—

It’s a special type of torture, watching these films with you, subjected to all your little mewls and moans that you attempt to subdue, to tone down, purely for his sake; all your little whispered wisps of Daddy that manage to slip from your throat every time Vader’s onscreen, so delicate, so precious the endearment merely caresses your lips on its way out.

It’s the most rewarding type of torture, watching these films with you, privy to all of those sweet bubbles of laughter—vaporized happiness that he devours; down his throat and into his lungs and straight to his very soul—that warm him from the inside out, that make it all so fucking worth it.

On the days where nothing seems to be enough, on the days where his kisses can’t quell the glittery tears staining your cheeks and his cuddles can’t calm the shuddery sobs rattling your ribs and his words can’t lull the misery incessantly ricocheting off the walls of your skull, he’s forced to bring out the big guns.

“Where are you going?” you nearly whimper, body involuntarily leaning forward to follow his heat, his comfort, as he leaves the couch and pads towards your impressive blu-ray collection, proudly displayed across the dark wood shelves lining the far wall of your living room.

Touya doesn’t answer, merely casting a glance over his shoulder in your direction, the grimace chiseled into his face melting into something softer, something sweeter when he spots you curled in a cute little ball, chin resting on your folded knees as gleaming eyes watch him in curiosity, your favourite fluffy blanket wrapped tightly around your form.

Revenge of the Sith, that’s the one that holds the most nostalgia. It isn’t your favourite—no, that’s the one with that weird yeti creature at the beginning, the one where Luke gets shoved into that deformed horse or whatever the fuck that thing is before he dies of hypothermia; The Empire Strikes Back, that’s the one—but it holds a special place within your heart, and it’s a foolproof way to crack the trepidation coating your features with a precious little smile, even if only for an hour or two, one filled with childhood memories and the deep seated soothing nostalgia seems to bring with it.

Slender fingers drum against the plastic held in his palms, Hayden Christensen staring up at Touya from the blu-ray case, beautiful and brooding, and Touya swallows a sigh.

He hates this film.

It isn’t the atrocious writing, or the dreadful CGI, or the cardboard acting—though they all do their part, respectively—it’s him.

It’s the way you react to him, with those girlish squeals and gushing whispers, with hearts in your eyes and pure adoration in your voice, instantly engrossed in Anakin Skywalker’s aura any time he’s on the screen.

Touya supposes he can’t blame you, though. Anakin is your favourite character, after all.

Doesn’t mean Touya has to like it.

“Oh, niichan,” you breathe, a wave of watery appreciation rushing to cloud your vision the moment you realize his intentions.

“You’re having a really rough day,” Touya offers as a halfhearted explanation, a shoulder shrugging awkwardly as he looks away from your penetrative gaze, pure love pouring past your lashes, so potent, so powerful he swears he can feel it stretching his lungs with each inhale, surging down his throat and through his veins, his blood and tissue sparked aflame.

“Thank you,” you whisper as he settles back beside you, taking his rough hands between yours and squeezing, teardrops chasing each other down your smooth cheeks.

“No need to thank me,” he says gruffly, even though he appreciates the gesture more than he can verbally express. “And no more crying, yeah?” Calloused thumbs swipe through the steady streams flowing on your face, killing them instantly. “I’m sure Anakin wouldn’t want you crying either, princess.”

And try as he may, he can’t help the way his features pucker as he all but spits the sentence from his mouth, the name putrid on his tongue.

You don’t seem to mind, though, a giggle-infused sniffle catching tenderly in your throat at his reaction, snuggling into his side as a reluctant finger finally presses play.

And then the film begins, the first few notes of that iconic theme song blaring proudly through the speakers, and Touya feels a distinct shift in your spirit—looser, lovelier, muscles relaxing as rosy nostalgia infused with warm comfort weaves thickly through your blood.

Touya stays quiet for the first little while, watching with fleeting, soured disinterest, refraining from commenting his caustic thoughts until Anakin is reunited with his secret wife, Padmé, the camera pushing in on his face, bright blue eyes and perfect smile shimmering against his flawless skin as he gazes at his lover.

“Pretty boy,” Touya grumbles through a scowl, eyes shaded by his tightly knit brows as he glares at the screen.

“You’re a pretty boy, too, niichan,” you nudge his shoulder with your own, a playful little smirk painted across your swollen face.

“Oh, shut up,” he rolls his eyes, unable to suppress the grin fluttering on his lips, bashfulness tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“M’serious!” you sit up a little straighter, sincerity shining in your stare, residual tears still glazing your eyes, old teardrops stubbornly clinging to your lashes. “You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, niichan, I swear,”

A dainty pinky is held upright between your chests, wiggling a little in enticement.

And despite the melancholia still saturating your features—a twitching nose, a hitching chest, a quivering lip—your love for him is still so bright, so genuine, so real that it almost hurts, your sheer devotion raw and uncut and so fucking strong, and he has to look away, burning emotion swelling in his chest and crawling up his throat, mouth watering a little as it sits densely on the back of his tongue.

“Alright, princess, alright,” he’s clearing his throat as a large pinky twines itself around yours and squeezes, sealing the promise. “I believe you.”

Miraculously, he manages to get through the majority of Revenge of the Sith without complaining, save for the occasional unintelligible growl, mumbled out under his breath, his strong arms continuing to tighten around your waist with each soft gasp or muted squeal you emit, pressing you closer and closer to his heart, a silent reminder that he is there, that he is yours, as delicate little fingers curl in the faded material of his hoodie, pulling further and further, a silent reminder that you are his, too.

It isn’t until Padmé confronts Anakin on his decision to join the dark side that Touya truly speaks up, the question, heavy with emotion, scathing his tongue.

“Would you follow me to the dark side?”

“Of course I would,” you answer without hesitance, automatic and instinctual.

“I mean,” Touya begins, rolling the words around on his tongue. “He’s doing it all for her, isn’t he?”

“He is,” you confirm with a nod. “Anakin’s intense, uncontrollable emotions—his love, his hate, his anger, his jealousy—are ultimately his downfall.”

Fidgeting beside you, Touya clears his throat roughly, pricks of heat crawling up the back of his neck.

“Interesting.”

If you notice his discomfort, or the similarities between him and your favourite character, you don’t say anything, silently allowing him to haul you into his lap and cradle you against his chest; a shield of sorts, against the raw vulnerabilities he and Anakin seem to share.  

And yet, it’s…comforting, in a weird, almost inexplicable way, knowing that your favourite character has so many commonalities to Touya himself, knowing that you love him just the same regardless of his deeply flawed nature and unforgivable mistakes.

Watching as Anakin burns is nearly unbearable, the crackling of flames and melting of skin conjuring painful memories to the forefront of Touya’s mind—the sight of bright oranges and the smell of burnt flesh and the taste of ashy air overwhelming his senses—and he has to look away, jaw flexing with a thick swallow.

Burnt to a crisp and left to die by someone they loved, yet another similarity between him and your favourite.

At last, the torture of Hayden Christensen ends, the large man decked out head to toe in Vader’s extravagant suit as he steps off the steel operating table, rickety and tottering like Frankenstein’s monster as he hollers that ridiculously long, overly dramatic and extremely cliche Nooo! at news of Padmé’s death.

The crushing in his chest alleviates with the removal of the disk, Touya drawing in a few slow, steady breaths as he swaps one Star Wars film for another. It isn’t fully eradicated, a sort of bruising weight of clawed green envy still gnawing on his ribs and swiping at his heart, but he feels he can breathe a little easier now; the hardest and heaviest part is over, and he no longer has to look at Hayden’s Abercrombie & Fitch model face anymore.

It isn’t until halfway through Rogue One that Touya speaks again, low voice swiftly following your excited cheers of seeing Vader on the screen for the first time in the film.

“You, uh, you like me better than him though, right? I’m, like, your ultimate favourite, am I not?”

And he hates how small, shy, unsure his voice sounds, coughing harshly to clear the tremble sticking in his throat.

They’re stupid questions; he knows they’re stupid questions, knows the answer is yes, absolutely, of course you do, yet he can’t help but vocalize them, pathetically vying for that concrete reassurance pouring from your lips and cascading over his skin, encasing him in an indestructible coating of your comforting, unconditional love.  

“You are my most favourite person in the whole universe,” you tell him lightly, giving him a quick glance through the corner of your eye. “On this planet or any others, niichan, I promise.”  

Despite the nonchalance embedded in your tone, he can see the concern clear as day in your eyes, and he’s grateful that you don’t push, allowing him that space to find his reassurance without making a big deal out of it, without humiliating him or patronizing him further.

He nods in response, burying his face in your hair and inhaling deeply, head nodding again as he nuzzles into you.  

It’s a special type of torture, watching these films with you, subjected to all your little mewls and moans that you attempt to subdue, to tone down, purely for his sake; all your little whispered wisps of Daddy that manage to slip from your throat every time Vader’s onscreen, so delicate, so precious the endearment merely caresses your lips on its way out.

It’s the most rewarding type of torture, watching these films with you, privy to all of those sweet bubbles of laughter—vaporized happiness that he devours; down his throat and into his lungs and straight to his very soul—that warm him from the inside out, that make it all so fucking worth it.

It’s incredible how even after all these years, your reaction still hasn’t dulled in the slightest, bright smiles and breezy giggles conjured up the minute your favourite character appears.

It’s incredible to hear notes of elation and amusement seeping from his baby’s lips after a day full of sobs and sniffles, to see those sparks of mirth in your eyes—flares that have dried up, dried out, all of the sadness and tears—even if you both know it’s fleeting escapism at best, a few hours of bliss conjured up by a sugared sentimentality.

Because even if it’s only for a few transient moments, it’s all so worth it, suffering through all of your fawning and fussing over this character, continually shoving down those jealous and possessive notions desperate to make it past his lips, remarks that grate this throat with every thrust back, sharp and covered in thorns. It’s all so fucking worth it if it makes you feel better—if Touya can make you feel better, wielding nostalgia as his weapon—irregardless of how long the effects last.  

Eventually, though, it all becomes a bit too much for him.

Shuffling your body on his thighs roughly a quarter through the fourth Star Wars film you’ve put on, Touya turns you away from the television, physically forcing your attention to him as he rearranges you to straddle his hips.

“I think you’ve been staring at him for long enough, don’t you?” he mutters, head dropping to scatter a few well-placed kisses along your neck, front teeth nipping a little at the sensitive skin. “Niichan is feeling a little left out,”  

His voice is heavy with an exaggerated pout, words filtered through a jutted bottom lip. And although his tone is playful and teasing, you can see it, that little glimmer of truth, of insecurity, of jealousy shining bright in his sapphire eyes.

“You’re cute, niichan,” you murmur softly, a thumb gently caressing his protruding lip. His tongue catches it easily, sucking the appendage into the heat of his mouth.

“Cute, huh?” he speaks around the finger held between his teeth, an eyebrow raising in challenge.

A warm, wet tongue curls around your thumb, swallowing it further into his mouth before he lets go of it with a pop, teeth scraping against your flesh as the digit is pulled from his lips. A smirk carves itself into his face at your eager nodding, cute little uh-huhs spilling from your throat, Touya huffing out an airy little chuckle in response.

Sapphire glitters in the waning rays, weak beams of sunlight bathing the room in pale gold, eyes seeming to darken with the rapidly setting sun.

“Oh, I’m gonna show you cute, princess.”

[mahvaladara]

He asked, his eyes shone as he transferred energy to Arlo, who seemed to freeze. Vy used calming energy, one he often used on Hayden, to heal but also aid him rest when the pain was unbearable. 

Arlo felt heavier. Eyes pleading he felt himself pass out and Vy quickly caught him. Fannar looked at their mom, as they caught Arlo, they had guessed it would be hard to come back, but they had not imagined it would be this hard. Fannar: He really is in a bad place.. Isn’t he? -they looked at their mom, scared they couldn’t help him.- He did all this to save me, and now I am suddenly back. - they watch Arlo, blinking back tears.- I hope I can make him see that he deserves to be saved as well... 

Vy:… He’s broken, Fan. I don’t know if we can help him. They motioned for their mom to follow him, as they opened the door. The place was remarkably clean, but there was spoiled food on the table and two chairs pulled back. Someone sat there with Arlo, clearly waiting for him to eat. Only he did not. Yet, everything seemed out of the place, like someone had been looking for something. Fan made a mental note to clean the place while his mom and Chris were doing what they needed to do before they could share a heart.

Fannar: There - he quickly made the bed, so that Arlo could lie there comfortably. - You can put him down on the bed here.

[freedomfireflies]

Sex, Drugs, Etc. | 0. America's Sweethearts?

Summary: Hayden and Paris are Hollywood's hottest couple. I mean, look at them. But behind the fortune and the fame...something else.

Something Hayden does everything in his power to hide.

Word Count: 793

"Fuck you."

With no hesitation, Hayden lifts his fist and brings it down, feeling the bones crack beneath his knuckles as Tobias cries out in pain.

He's broken his nose, which Hayden knows will hurt his ego more than his face and repeats the action once more before standing back.

"Now, let's try again," Hayden declares, dusting his palms together. "Where is it?"

Tobias grunts, hand coming up to wipe the blood dripping down his lip. "I already told you, I don't fucking know—"

"Nope, not the answer we were looking for, pal," Hayden interrupts, grabbing the collar of his shirt and lifting him into the air before slamming him into the adjacent brick wall. "I've got about... three seconds of patience left. Don't fucking waste it."

Tobias, although a cocky son of a bitch, knows when he's been beat, his hands raising defensively in the air beside him. "Alright, alright... I... I've got it. It's with my security—"

"Wrong. Try again."

Tobias huffs, eyes flicking between Hayden's as he grunts, "I can get it to you tonight."

Hayden's head cocks as he clicks his tongue. "Come on, now. I know you know better than that—"

"Look, I just need—"

"No, see I don't care what you need," Hayden interrupts, stepping even closer to him, his tone threatening as nods his chin. "Because what I need... I can no longer get from you."

"Wait... wait—"

But Hayden has already made up his mind, hand reaching behind his back to retrieve the gun tucked in his belt.

He brings it forward, cocks it, and aims it right at Tobias's temple. 

He steps back after he takes the shot, head quickly turning to the side as the blood splatters across the wall, the dark, ruby stain dripping down the brick.

He glances back just in time to see Tobias's lifeless body sliding down onto the floor, collapsing at Hayden's feet.

Hayden can't even be bothered to react, simply bending down to slip his fingers inside Tobias's coat pocket, finding the delicate item hidden deep in the fabric before pulling it out.

Once he's got it in his possession, he returns his gun to his belt, places the item in his own suit pocket before dusting himself off and heading for the door.

The mess isn't his to clean up, so he leaves it be, quickly closing the door behind him as he runs a hand through his curls.

He can hear the cheering from somewhere outside the building, and a smile pulls at his lips as he begins to walk down the hallway and towards the stairs.

Once he's back on the main floor, he heads for the lobby, where Paris is already waiting for him.

A couple security guards are placed near the door to the hotel lobby, ready to lead them out to their car, and Hayden nods his greeting, which they return.

He moves to stand beside her, her eager eyes finding his as she reaches up to brush her thumb down his bottom lip. "Well?" she whispers. "Did you get it?"

He smirks into her touch, nodding once before glancing towards the guards to make sure they aren't within earshot. "I got it."

A smile bursts across her face as she lowers her hand to slip it into his, pulling him towards the door.

They step out onto the sidewalk, the flashing lights, screaming crowds, and eager fans all vying for their attention.

They pause for a moment, smiling graciously, laughing and waving, before they're rushed to their black SUV that waits for them in the street.

Once they're inside and the door is shut, they take off down the road.

Leaving Tobias and his secret behind.

~~~~~

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN AND PARIS MONROE... AMERICA'S SWEETHEARTS?

OR JUST ANOTHER HOLLYWOOD SCAM?

5/08/2014 5:15 PM EST

Hayden Christensen and Paris Monroe were spotted in New York last night, following their appearance at the annual Met Gala Ball hosted by Anna Wintour.

The couple has been officially dating for over two years, with sources telling TMZ that their relationship is better and stronger than ever despite recent rumors of a break-up.

The two were first introduced by a mutual friend and quickly hit it off, making headlines as they stepped onto the red carpet together a couple weeks later.

Hayden is currently in New York to help promote his new movie, Eyes Wide Shut, with eager girlfriend Paris by his side for each screening and carpet.

Paris is in the midst of a new campaign with Louis Vuitton which begins shooting today at The Plaza.

TMZ has reached out for comment on the rumors that there's trouble in paradise, but has yet to hear back.

(Photos courtesy of Vogue magazine)

Next:

~ Sex, Drugs. Etc. | 1. Pines of Rome*

Full Masterlist

[sparkliingdust]

Obi-Wan series was practically perfect. Ewan, Hayden, Vivien, Kumail, Indira, Moses, Rupert were amazing. (Ewan, in particular, who inhabited more of Alec Guinness should get Emmy nod or Golden Globe - something???) The direction by Deborah Chow was completely smooth - every episode's cinematography, lighting, and production design felt like it was a movie. The pacing of the story gave an arc to all, if not, most of the characters without leaving cliffhangers - Leia becoming part of the Resistance, showing how Anakin was killed off to become Darth, letting Obi-Wan find his way back to the Force, Reeva getting a brief redemption arc. We even saw you know who at the end and it didn't feel forced!!!!!

I wish Moses and Rupert had more screen time, and we saw more of them vying for Vader's attention. I still want to know how TGI came back to life. The series could've done with being an episode longer, but all six of the ones we got felt worth it.

As a Star Wars Kid, I'm extremely happy and actually hope this doesn't get a second season out of fear that it could just be overdone and not as good.

[cadencejames87]

Just thinking thot's about rarely used characters in an a/b/o meets sex pollen kinda way...

The stare off between these two 😍🥵

Warnings: 18+ smut, a/b/o dynamics, sex pollen, knotting, marking... all below the cut.

You're an Omega in college, caught in a love triangle between these two Alpha's (Harvard Hottie Hayden & Carter Baizen).

There's a secret frat party and the three of you are taking part in a scavenger hunt to find the location, the last task is different for every group and your group has been tasked to steal professor Beck's prized possession (a plant from his botanist friend) as your entry ticket.

The problem is, this was a plant discovered on a space mission...

[Do you think, Professor Beck would be disappointed? Or even know what the plant was?]

Beck walks in, having been alerted by a silent alarm connected to his phone. Someone has trust issues... He finds the three of you as you're all getting dressed and quickly separates you to deal with each of you individually and when he finally comes to lecture you he finds you kneeling down to clean up a stack of papers. He can't stay angry with you, seeing you in that cute low cut top and short skirt, cleaning up the mess the young Alpha's left behind. It was probably Carter and Hayden who roped you into this dumb frat challenge anyway.

Of course, when Beck finally moves to help collect the plant and the broken glass bell jar, the spores release more pollen and the effects on you are quick, having already experienced it and possibly having left over pollen lingering in your system. At first, Beck's Alpha nose picks up on the slick coating your thighs... 'Are you in heat, Omega?' "No, I think it's your plant." And that's when it hits him too and he has to have you. And wow, he definitely knows what he's doing compared to the two Alpha's vying for your attention and don't get me started on how he fills you up so much more, you can feel him hitting all the right spots. You've never been one to offer your neck to anyone, but you can't help it, you want his mark and as his knot swells inside you, he bites down.

How are Carter and Hayden going to handle the news that 'their' omega is now Professor Beck's omega?

*Feel free to take this and run with it, I don't write fics and wish I could have written a nice Drabble with plenty of detail, but, I can't. Hope you enjoy whatever this is...*

[probablyjustamagpie]

Chapter 1 is done!

or the first draft at least. Lemme know what you think before I inevitably delete this in embarrassment

I remember flying for the first time. I felt invincible, free from earthly constraints. And then I got a face full of sap-ridden pine needles. 

 Nine years later, and my luck doesn’t seem to be getting any better. Today had started off high, when I managed to snag the last cinnamon roll from under my sister’s nose (she’d already had three, the brat)(come to think of it, how did she even fit that many in her stomach? She’s tiny!), and I spent the afternoon soaring over the garden, feeling much more like myself than like a girl trapped in a castle. Father had even offered to take me into town for a new dress rather than fetching for the tailor.

Then dinner came around. Que me, a magic user, at a table of nobles who would have me sacrificed to the gods in two seconds flat giving the opportunity. All of these social events left me feeling stickier than if I was covered in pine sap. It wasn't as though I could slink away later either, not when the gathered lords and ladies all wanted to marry their sons off to the Imperial Princess. Maybe I didn't even want to marry a man (I do, but that's beside the point here). The aftermath is worse though, with all the dimwitted nobles vying for attention

“My Lady! I haven’t seen you since your brother’s wedding!” An older woman exclaims. Her ridiculously tall beehive updo sparks the slightest recognition, as do her tawny wings, but I’m left at a blank for her name. I spent most of Brenton’s wedding trying not to interact with all the stuffy  nobles who I didn’t recognize. The seven-year-olds Mirin hangs out with at these events are much more fun, even if I am practically 16.

“Oh, yes. Well I don't get out much, after all. Plenty to do here. At the palace, with my studies and all.”

“Ah, yes. I remember my studies when I was your age. Though, I don’t really use them much now. Your husband takes care of everything darling, so don’t fret!” Oh. I remember this one. Countess Ryelle. Lower down the chain of command, brainwashed into a useless sack of jewels and satin by her husband. She used to be one of the brightest people in the empire. I used to admire her, till I met her.

“Is that so?” I try not to sound sarcastic. “Oh, would you look at that, my father is calling me over. I’ll be seeing you.” never, I add under my breath.

My father pulls me aside. I’m not mean enough to lie, unfortunately. “Aria, the Prince of Mordu is here. I wish you would dance with him.”

“Must I?”

“At least pretend to enjoy these events, he may be your suitor.”

“Fine.” It comes out bitter and angry, much more than I truly feel. Dancing is fun, despite who attends these events. Still, my steps are forced and awkward as I approach the prince.

His hair is close shaven, and he looks at least 5 years my elder. Not to mention that he isn't Symphinian, and though humans aren’t bad, they always want to touch my wings. Nevertheless, I smile, trying to look like I’m genuinely afraid he might say no to a dance.

“Hello,” he says, curt, but not unkind. His voice has an unfamiliar twang to it. “Have you come to ask for a dance?”

“Yes. I am Princess Aria.” I nearly fall over when I curtsy without spreading my wings, trying to make the human prince more comfortable (I think it's ridiculous, but Father insists), and he grabs my arm. His grip is firmer than necessary, and I try not to shudder.

“Try not to fall at my heels, Princess. I’m afraid it happens all too often.”

“Is that so?” I ask, brushing off my dress. I hate it when 

“Why yes. Who wouldn’t want to dance with I, Prince Hayden of Mordu?”

“I’m sure my brother wouldn’t.”

He seems genuinely taken aback at my statement, before he laughs.

“You surprise me. I wouldn’t mind taking you as mine.”

I suppress another shudder at the thought of being considered his property. I extend my arm and flatten my feathers, pretending the whole interaction hasn’t made me feel very, very slimy. “Shall we?”

“We shall.”

I suppose dancing with Hayden isn't the worst thing. He seems unsure of the steps but insists on leading which is, frankly, obnoxious, but he at least doesn’t reach to stroke my wings at all. The Reolan prince I had danced with earlier had desperately wanted to touch them (Like I would let a stranger touch my wings. He clearly hadn’t read up on the Symphinian etiquette, even though Reola has the second highest population of us in the world).

I still walk away from the dance feeling sticky with his intentions. No matter the customs the royal courts of the world had seemingly agreed upon, 16 still felt like too young to be married off.

When the night began to draw to a close, I spotted Finnigan stationed at one of the exits. Tap his shoulder from behind, and whisper in his ear.

“I’ll see you on the roof later, ok?” before ducking back into the ballroom.

I don’t have time to see his reaction before my father calls attention to himself. 

“Lords and Ladies gathered here, I must apologize. Princess Aria has accepted a proposal, Prince Pascal of Suther!”

My heart drops. The prince in question was the worst of the lot I’d danced with. He’d touched my wings despite my protest, and would hardly let me speak. He was sandy haired, weak limbed, and generally an entitled weasel. Had I chosen (as my father had said I would be able to do, on my birthday)(he never really did care for me did he? To much like his wildfire late wife, who he snuffed out) it never would have been Pascal, not in a million years. And the cherry on top, the part that really got a fire stirring in my veins, was that Suther was the worst kingdom in Aoris.

See, Suther was where the Cruel King lived, as Finnigan and I called him. He had no restraints or hesitations when it came to magic. The moment I got married I would be signing  my death sentence, doomed to be sacrificed publicly or to quietly ‘disappear’. Like my mother had. As my father had sworn, per her last wish, would not happen to me. But apparently, dying vows mean nothing to a man like him.

I’ve lived years like this. Expecting the worst. But the feeling of betrayal is incomprehensible. You think your mind can come up with the worst things imaginable, with no limits of reason, and real life turns out to be worse. I take a deep breath. In, and out, in and out. Don’t explode. “They will be married in a month's time.”

My…. birthday. I will be married on my 16th birthday won’t I? That's when my life is going to fall apart. Pyla, it's already falling apart(who the hell am I, praying to Pyla? I’ll probably be sacrificed to her specifically).

“I wish all of you safe travels home.”

The nobles trickle out, until Pascal and his mother are the last two in the ballroom, besides Father and Mirin. The adults talk off to the side, as the prince approaches me

“Hello.” Pascal says, like we haven’t met.

“Hello.” It's tight and forced as a hold back my tears.

“You look sad, darling,” he strokes my wing and I draw the tight to my spine, instinctively moving back a bit. Mirin grips my hand, holding tight.

“Hey! Don’t touch my sister’s wings.”

“What did you say?”

“Don’t touch her wings. You can’t do that until you get married, or unless you are family. Or like, really, really close friends.”

“Oh. Why didn’t you tell me, darling?”

“I did. You didn't listen.” I practically whisper. 

“Well it doesn’t matter any how. In a month's time I can touch them all I want, isn't that right my little blackbird?”

“Jackdaw, actually.”

“What?”

“I have the wings of a jackdaw.”

“Does it matter?”

“Female blackbirds are brown, like Mirin’s wings. Mine are those of a jackdaw, jackass. Like my mother’s.”

Mirin ignores the swear. She’s heard worse from Father. But she squeezes twice. I need to calm the fire in my gut. Literally. Two squeezes means I’m getting hot.

“Mirin, why don’t I take you off to bed?”

“Ok, Ari.”

I swing her into my arms, and head to the door when Father stops me.

“Aria, you have a guest, where are you going?”

“It's getting very late. Someone needs to go to bed.” I tell him. Mirin yawns for added effect.

“Oh, a maid can do that. Come and talk with your fiance.”

“I don’t care.” I think Father sees the fire in my eyes, because he lets me go.

I bring Mirin to her room, and give her a good night hug.

“Is he a bad man, like the ones that took Mama?”

“I don’t know yet Miri. I don’t know.” I let the tears fall.

“Mama was brave, you said. You can be brave too.” I can be brave too. A plan begins to form in my head.

“And you as well, but it's practically midnight, so off to bed with you now.”

“Fine. Love you Ari!”

“Love you Mirin.”

Though I started crying with Mirin, it's not until I've locked the doors to my room that the downpour starts. I let myself sob so there is nothing left in me, lettting the hurt and betrayal spill out. The fallen tears begin to drown my fire, and I’m left feeling like a husk, empty and dry.

I wipe the final tear from my eye, and take a ragged breath. With no tears left the fire returns to my veins, for after all, a dry husk is a very flammable thing. The ornate clock on my wall reads 12:27. I shakily stand, and walk to the balcony. I shake out my wings and breathe. In and out. In and out. I wake more as the cool night air enters my lungs and dries the remnants of tears from my skin.

I get a slight running start and soar up onto the roof. As expected, Finnigan is waiting for me. I ran to him. He swoops me up in a hug, blotting out the stars and moons with his wings.

“Aria, are you ok?”

“Not in the slightest.”

I disentangle myself from Finnigan, and sit down. He follows suit. Mirin and I, as well as my brother when he’s home, live in the westernmost tower of the castle, and the roof is inaccessible without flight. It’s flat, and the ramparts protect us from being seen for the most part. Not that anyone is looking. 

We’ve spent so many nights here together, ever since we could both fly. To think that was eight years ago seems wrong, we were the same age as Mirin then. If we aren’t careful she might just end up joining us up here.

But that won’t happen. Not with what I have planned.

“Do you want to stay here?”

“What do you mean?” Finnigan asks, surprised.

“Do you want to stay here? Do you really want to be my bodyguard for the rest of our lives? To stay in the castle and never explore? To pretend not to have magic for the rest of time?”

“Well, not when you put it that way.”

“Does it ache? For you. It aches when I can't use it.”

“Yeah.”

I let my hands catch flame, the way my body has been begging me to do all night. 

“I’m getting married, Finn.”

“I thought-”

“Yeah. I thought too.”

“So?”

“Pascal. I’ll be married to the Cruel King’s son.” I stand, and let the fire go as I lean against the rampart. “I’m going to die, Finn.”

“What? Your father swore. He swore this would never happen.”

“He probably got a large dowry. He doesn't care. We knew that.” I look out to the west, away from this all. You can see the faint glow, for in the distance, of the burning forest.

“What are you going to do?”

“Me? Oh nothing… much.”

“Do tell.”

“What do you say we run away?”

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Christmas on skates. 🎶 (part 1) Poses by @simmireen

[mahvaladara]

The dragon let go of them and stood back. There was a gentle expression on their face as they placed their blindfold on again.

Vaerla: You have not atoned for your sins. You have run from any attempt to punishment.

Emil: I know…

Vaerla: For what you did, you don’t deserve to proudly flaunt what you are.

Emil: I know.

The dragon motioned the other to join them and they walked forward. Emil thought again of Flynn, hoping they were happy back home that their twin was well and that the family was back to being one again. That the children were healed. That Eltanin could see and Arlene walk, that Fannar’s hearts had recovered and were strong, that Hayden had better days, that Vy was less pained and saddened and that River had found a new meaning in life. They hoped Flynn’s family was well, for if their family was well so would be Flynn. He knew very well his horns didn’t had that much value to do all this, but he still wished all this.

Emil placed their hands on the ground and lowered their head in submission. The executioner walked to stand behind them, the other dragon followed, clearly knowing what to do.

Vaerla: I have judged thee guilty for your crimes, but have also seen your progress since you fell from our lord Havura’s eyes. Therefore I have decided that you will not face execution for your crimes, nor a slow death by the blunt edge of a saw.

Emil closed their eyes waiting. At least they wouldn’t bury them neck deep with a saw once more. Perhaps they’d give them a painless quick death.

Vaerla: You don’t deserve to fly as a dragon. So that will be what we will claim for your crimes, your wings. 

Emil instantly lifted their head to look at the two who held their wings.

Vaerla: After that you will be free to leave and live in your shame, hopefully one worthy of redemption.

They were going to rip their wings they realize. Fear grip at their insides. Their one pride as a dragon was going to be ripped off their back to never grow again. Amputate like the legs of a human.

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Take It or Leave It

Hi!!!

This is something new I’m trying where the reader is a Lawyer for Tony Stark but after the Avengers get back together after the Accords Ross is still coming after them. Tony Stark wants the reader to get Ross off their backs but what happens when Ross decides to play a little dirty? 

Chapter 1 – Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 – Chapter 4 – Chapter 5 – Chapter 6 – Chapter 7 – Chapter 8

“What is this, Tony?” Steve looked from the sheets in his hand.

“It’s a resume.” Steve stared at the man. “Y/N L/N, she’s my go to lawyer. When I met her she had only just started at her firm. She had just finished a case and was handing it in to Hayden Hughes, the Managing Partner at the firm, when I was in his office. Instead of taking me to a senior partner to sign with, he told me to sign with the girl. I’ve never regretted it.” 

Steve looked back at the paper. “So you trust her.” It wasn’t a question. 

“Listen, Rogers, if there’s anyone you can get you out of your predicament, shall we say, it’s her. Her record runs on a strictly win-only basis.” 

“She’s worth a shot, Steve. I may have only met her for twenty minutes once before when she was getting Tony to sign something but she’s a good kid. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone keep him in line as well as she did apart from Pepper.” Bruce looked up from his StarkPad to affirm Tony’s praise of the lawyer. 

“Hey! I’m not that bad!” 

Natasha spoke up from her quiet conversation with Clint. “You’re only proving his point, Stark. Besides, this L/N lady can’t be that bad; she’s from the best law firm in New York, Hughes and Wood, which means she came from Harvard, the best law university in the country. She’s used to working cases which have high stakes so she knows discretion is key.”

“What’s the worst that she can do? We’re already wanted fugitives.” Wanda quipped in her thick accent. 

“Call her, Stark. Let’s see what she can do.” 

“No need, Mr Rogers, Mr Stark already called.” You waltzed out the elevator bags scattering your body. “But more importantly, I brought the Chinese.”

“We’ve already eaten.” Steve turned to look at you front on.

You laughed. “Oh that would be a good joke if takeout menus weren’t scattered across the coffee table, members of your team weren’t holding the aforementioned menus, half the people didn’t perk up at the thought of food and I didn’t get all of your favourites.” 

“How would you know our favourites? You have never met us.” Wanda queried. Her distrust for you was clear on her face and through her body language.

“Then how can I do this, Miss Maximoff?” You plopped most of the bags on the floor apart from the food. “Crispy Shredded Beef for Mr Stark, Chicken Chow Mein for Dr Banner, Sweet and Sour Chicken Balls for Captain Rogers, Szechuan Spare Ribs for Miss Romanoff, King Prawn Chop Suey for Mr Barton, Honey Pork for Mr Odinson, House Special Foo Yung for Miss Maximoff, Special Crispy Noodles for Mr Vision, Singapore Mixed Meat Chow Mein for King T’Challa, Stir Fried Mushrooms in Black Bean Sauce for Mr Lang, Shrimp Chow Mein for Colonel Rhodes, Beef Shanghai Style for Mr Wilson, Chicken Singapore Noodles for Mr Parker, and finally Crispy Chicken Fillet and Roast Duck Fried Rice for Sergeant Barnes.” You finished as you placed the final tub on the table. 

“Oh that’s it. She’s my favourite lawyer.” Clint fist pumped the air dramatically. 

You raised an expectant eyebrow. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you miss the memo? I wasn’t done. I also got Prawn Crackers, Prawn Toast, Crispy Seaweed, Spring Rolls, Crispy Wontons, Salt and Pepper King Prawns, Honey Roast Spare Ribs, Yung Chow Fried Rice, Fried Dumplings, Deep Fried Crab Claws, Aromatic Crispy Duck and finally Fortune Cookies for a bit of fun.” 

“I think I’m in love.” Scott whispered, staring at you.

Ignoring the blubbering man, you pulled out a gift bag from the collection around your feet. “Sorry I couldn’t make your birthday Mr Stark, you know I had court the next day and you can’t arrive in court under influence.” 

“Sure thing, Bunny, no worries.” The man smirked as the nickname came out again. Apparently when you were working or thinking your nose scrunched up and Tony had made it his job to entitle you with a nickname because of it; he thought of Bunny to be a sufficient name. Either way, everybody was watching with rapt attention as Tony removed the black tissue paper from the top of the bag and pulled out the box inside. Tony’s face lit up at the sight, prompting the question. 

“What did Lawyer Lady get ya, Tin Man?” Sam asked expectantly, like a petulant child. 

Thankfully Vision saved him from his despair. “It appears to be a Glen Garioch 46 Year Old 1958 Whiskey, average pricing around $2,777.” 

Low whistles ran throughout the men of the room. 

“Vis! You don’t tell people the price of gifts!” Wanda gave an exclamatory hiss in said man’s direction causing him to frown in thought.

“Damn, L/N. That’s good whiskey.” Sam addressed you but his eyes were still on the bottle. 

“If you play your cards right, Mr Wilson, you might get gifts like that too.” 

He shot you a flirty smirk. “I’ll play you any cards you want if it gets you around here more often.” 

“I’m surrounded by people like Mr Stark, and more, all day, Mr Wilson, you’re going to have to do better than that.” You pouted slightly at the man, fully enjoying the little exchange. 

“I like her. I’ve been telling you for a long time, Birdbrain, you’ve got to up your game.” James permitted himself to join the conversation. 

“Damn, and here I was thinking the only person you like was you boyfriend: The Star-Spangled Man with a Plan.” 

“Didn’t you get anything for yourself, Miss L/N?” Peter asked you as he leant forward to get his noodles. 

“I got the Szechuan Spare Ribs. They’re the best thing on the menu.” You replied with a nod towards Natasha. 

“Amen to that, sestra!” She raised her beer to you and it reminded you of the other bag. 

You pulled out the beer that you had brought with you, alongside the Chinese. “Vy khotite drugogo?” You held out a bottle for her. 

“Ty govorish’ po-russki?” She looked surprised as she took the bottle. 

You nodded. “My parents were quite pushy and strict when I was younger. They made sure I knew as many languages as I could so I would be well prepared for life.” You took a can opener from your bag; you were starting to feel like Mary Poppins. Carefully popping the cap off your bottle, you offered the opener to Natasha and she gratefully accepted. 

“It’ll be fun to have another Russian speaker in the mix.” James stirred his food quietly before taking a bite. 

“The Three Musketeers.” Clint raised his bottle to us jokingly. 

“Any other talents we should know about, Sweetcheeks?” Sam wiggled his eyebrows and you simply gave him an unimpressed look. 

“Alongside Russian and English, I also speak French, German, Portuguese, Spanish, Latin, Italian, and Mandarin. Fluently. Mum made me do Ballet and Gymnastics whilst my Dad made me do martial arts whilst growing up. And I had to learn the piano at school.” You listed them off with an impressive air of nonchalance. 

“You have the skill set to join the Avengers.” Scott announced dramatically whilst chewing on his mushrooms. 

“And you clearly didn’t read the resume.” You quickly rebutted, taking a swig of your beer.

“What’s making you say that?” 

“Honestly, Mr Lang, it’s obvious.” You shook your head to yourself. “The only people who have read my resume in this room is Mr Stark about 9 years ago; Miss Romanoff, Mr Barton and Sergeant Barnes all have read it because they wanted to assess my threat level to themselves individually and the team, hence why they have been carrying most of the conversation as they are trying to evaluate me; Mr Vision will have read my resume due to the fact that he has never seen or interacted with a lawyer before; and finally Captain Rogers will have read my resume as he doesn’t trust me in the slightest right now, his feet are angled ever so slightly towards me showing interest, he hasn’t spoken at all to me apart from a defensive lie at the beginning and now he’s contemplating on how to talk to Tony about me after I’m gone without causing conflict. Tell me I’m wrong.” No one said anything. You stood up from your seat and gathered your bags. “Mr Stark, I presume I’m in the usual room?” 

Tony let out a tired sigh. “Yeah, Bunny. Please just call me Tony for the millionth time.”

“Of course, Tony.” The pair of you shared knowing smiles as you picked the bags up and disappeared down the hallway.

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Miracle (Original Female Character x Cable)

Chapter 22

Summary: “How did you fix it?” he asked. “Ask Ellen the Teenage Warhead,” Wade shrugged as he stood up, “As for baby Hitler he ended up having a diaper change, funny story I was actually going to call Cable since he was so keen on killing Russel, I thought this would be like taking candy from a baby, if that means replacing it with a bullet that is,”

Warnings to cover the whole fic: Graphic depictions of violence, use of weapons, mild to strong language, mentions of rape, mentions of pregnancy and miscarriage, referenced torture and psychological abuse/manipulation, nightmares and night terrors, sexual humour, sexual content.

Word count: 1.6k

“Slav'sya, Gidra,” he whispered into her ear.

“Bol'she nikogda,” Hades choked out, she gripped into the space between her neck and his hand and pulled, his grip only faltered slightly.

She lifted her feet and kicked him hard in the face, he let out a roar and she kicked him again, and again making him lose his grip enough for her to pry his fingers loose. He stood back surprised that she had managed to do such a thing. The skin on his face where she had kicked him had torn open and was dripping blood out slowly.

Not so perfect after all, are we brother?

She pulled her pocket knife from its sheath that she always wore, just in case, and maneuvered around his flailing arms as he tried to hit her again. She used his own leg as a step to reach closer to his head and aimed the sharp weapon straight for the jugular.

It pierced his skin with ease and she sunk it deep into the flesh, he let out a scream that made a chill run through the bones of all the people in the vicinity, she twisted the blade with a little more force before removing it entirely.

  Blood poured out from the wound and drenched the clothing he wore, he collapsed to the ground and lay motionless, and she returned the knife to its sheath and turned to her father.

“Vy khotite pogovorit' o sovershenstve? Moya zhizn' byla ideal'noy, poka ty ne perevernul yeye s nog na golovu, poka ty ne zabral u menya moyu mamu, ne pytal menya, ne oskorblyal menya i ne ispol'zoval menya v svoikh sobstvennykh bol'nichnykh planakh,”

“Pozhaluysta, moya doch', ne delay etogo. YA tvoy otets v kontse kontsov,” he stepped back before tripping and falling backwards, “Ty by ne obidel cheloveka, kotoryy tebya vospital, zabotilsya o tebe,” he crawled back in fear.

“Ty vospital menya, sdelal iz menya zhivotnoye, ty ne moy otets,” she leaned down to grab his neck; he squirmed as she raised him up. “YA nadeyus', chto vasha dusha preterpevayet mucheniya, prichitayushchiyesya yey v adu ot samogo d'yavola,” she whispered before she tightened her grip and watched the light fade from his eyes as the bones in his neck snapped violently against the force.

                      She dropped his limp body to the ground and turned to face the gathering crowds, her heart finally feeling free for the first time in its life, she raised her hands in the air as Mutant Control surrounded her. She placed them behind her head and fell to her knees, allowing them to place a power dampening collar on her, and then they pulled her up and cuffed her hands before putting her into one of their vans.

  Nathan looked to the van and to where the bodies of Hayden’s father and brother now lay, dead; there was an enormous lack of remorse prominent in her face. It was the first time he’d ever seen her so at peace, aside from when she was asleep, and also the first time he’d seen her so cold hearted and ruthless.

“What will they do to her?” he looked to Colossus, feeling a sudden sense of urgency.

“She murdered two people in full view of public, and possibly world, at the very least they will make her face trial to answer for her crimes,”

                                                    * * *

  “Miss Jones, am I correct in being told that not only did you commit an aggravated murder that was filmed live on television by multiple broadcasters, but that in the time of your arrest and your arrival to the court room that you have not showed an inkling of remorse?”

“Yes your Honour,” Hayden answered matter-of-factly from her seat in the witness stand, the jurors gasped and muttered amongst themselves.

“Silence, there will be no discussion until after the proceedings jurors, thank you,” Judge Tillman warned, “Now Miss Jones, you waived your rights to an attorney and to remain silent, are you certain that these are your wishes?”

“Yes your Honour,”

“As you wish, let it be known to the court that the accused has requested to continue her trial without an attorney present, and that the accused has openly admitted that she has committed the crime without remorse,”

  “The judge is already manipulating the jurors,” Nathan whispered irritably to Wade, they were seated in the front row of the court room.

“She’s just making sure everyone knows what’s going on,”

“Still, I don’t like it,” he grumbled and leaned back in his seat and started tapping his foot on the floor.

“Quiet you two,” Colossus chided from behind them, his arms were crossed and he seemed as worried as the others.

  “Our Jurors and I have already witnessed the crime from just hours ago, but the jurors would appreciate hearing your side of the events so that they will not be biased during their verdict making,”

“The older man was my father, the other was my brother, and I’d been trying to locate my father for the past nine years. But six months ago I stopped my search,”

“Miss Jones would you care to elaborate on what you mean by ‘locate’ as opposed to using the word ‘find’?”

“I intended to kill him a long time ago, for what he did to me, for what he was going to do to those kids he abducted-”

“And what exactly had he done to you Miss Jones?”

“I’d rather not say with the entire world watching, your Honour,”

“You will only be making your case of innocence much harder without all the facts, Miss Jones,”

“I don’t care if I go to prison for life, what matters is that he can’t hurt anyone else, I would prefer dying a thousand times over than knowing that I couldn’t stop his plans-”

“Plans? Are you admitting to the court that you knew of a known felon’s plans to abduct young children across all the states and failed to notify any authorities of this?”

  “I knew, it she’s manipulating the jurors-” Nathan moved to stand but Colossus’s firm hand held him down.

“Easy soldier,” Wade patted his shoulder, “Haydes can handle herself,” Nathan sighed but nodded, he crossed his arms once again and continued tapping his foot silently.

  “Yes I was aware of his plans, but I did not contact authorities because I had no idea where he’d make his next move, as I said earlier I was tracking him down, but as soon as I got close he would disappear without a trace and I’d have to start all over again,”

“And you mentioned that you stopped searching for him six months ago, why is that?”

“Well I- uh I needed to stop my best friend from killing himself, again,” she glanced at Wade briefly, “I was just a few miles from getting him that time. Your Honour, may I ask what law enforcement believed my father was doing with those kids?”

“As you well know but I shall reiterate, it was thought that he was trafficking the children, possibly as drug mules or as sex slaves,”

“Well your Honour, I have the evidence that says otherwise, if I may have my handcuffs removed I could-”

“Miss Jones you are handcuffed for the killings of two people, I shall not have them removed, for the safety of the public,”

“If I intended to hurt the public I would have already done that, I guarantee you,”

“Excuse me Miss Jones?”

                           Hayden stood up which alerted the guards and she snapped the handcuffs effortlessly from her wrists, she ripped off the power dampening collar and threw it in the centre of the court floor, and then she walked forward and faced the crowd that stared in anticipation and fear. The guards surrounded her at a safe distance and waited for the Judge to give any commands.

“Your powering dampening collars only affect mutants, you people fear mutants because of their enhanced senses and their abilities when you should fear something much worse,”

“And who would that be Miss Jones?”

“Your fathers, your mothers, brothers or even sisters, hell you should fear yourselves. You normal people are so maddened with the idea of power and control that you go to extremes of creating human weapons, brainwash them to follow your orders and command them to do the dirty work for you, and then you toss them aside once they longer serve your purposes,” she paused to let the information sink in for the crowd.

  “You want your evidence your Honour?” her skin glowed a bright violet, the crowd began muttering amongst themselves, and her eyes burned in the judge’s direction. She stepped forward, slowly so as not to make the guards attack, and removed something from her pocket.

She placed it on the table and slid it across to the judge; the judge picked up the small flash drive and eyeballed it before looking at Hayden.

“Am I to understand that the evidence is on this flash drive?”

“All the plans he had for creating a super soldier army under his command are there, I was the first but I certainly wasn’t the last. He wanted to take Hydra to an all new level of power,”

“Very well, I will dismiss the court so that I may review this new evidence, in the meanwhile Miss Jones will you willingly stay in a cell, as you are after all under arrest,”

“I don’t see why not, I’m not completely against following the law,”

  The judge waved her hand and a few guards escorted Hayden from the court room, she looked to Wade and mouthed something that Nathan couldn’t quite make out, Wade sighed and pinched his brow.

“What was she saying?” Nathan asked, Wade looked to him briefly.

“She said she’ll be fine and not to worry. Don’t people know that always has the opposite effect?” he turned his attention back in her direction and Nathan’s chest pounded anxiously as he watched her disappear out the doors from his view.

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Translations in order:

“Slav'sya, Gidra,” - Hail Hydra

“Bol'she nikogda,” - Never again

“Vy khotite pogovorit' o sovershenstve? Moya zhizn' byla ideal'noy, poka ty ne perevernul yeye s nog na golovu, poka ty ne zabral u menya moyu mamu, ne pytal menya, ne oskorblyal menya i ne ispol'zoval menya v svoikh sobstvennykh bol'nichnykh planakh,” - You want to talk about perfection? My life was perfect until you turned it upside down, until you took my mother away from me and tortured me, abused me, and used me for your own sick plans

“Pozhaluysta, moya doch', ne delay etogo. YA tvoy otets v kontse kontsov, Ty by ne obidel cheloveka, kotoryy tebya vospital, zabotilsya o tebe,” - Please my daughter, don’t do this. I am your father after all. You would not hurt the man who raised you, cared for you

“Ty vospital menya, sdelal iz menya zhivotnoye, ty ne moy otets, YA nadeyus', chto vasha dusha preterpevayet mucheniya, prichitayushchiyesya yey v adu ot samogo d'yavola,” -You trained me, made me into an animal, you are no father of mine. I hope your soul endures the tortures owed to it in Hell by the Devil himself.

>> Chapter 23 <<

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Summer TV Preview: 26 of the Best New and Returning Series to Watch!

Among ET’s 90 top picks for summer are our 26 most anticipated TV shows of the season.

Who says the best television is reserved for the fall, or even the spring, for that matter? Summer has proven to be a prime season for TV, with critically acclaimed shows (Mad Men), juicy reality (Survivor and American Idol) and surprise hits (Wayward Pines).

This summer is proving to be no different. The Bachelorette and World of Dancewill certainly provide us with our reality fix, while acclaimed shows like Insecure, Queen Sugar and Younger are all coming back with new seasons. But what will be our surprise hit? Ryan Murphy’s Pose? American Woman, from reality housewife-turned-producer Kyle Richards? Amy Adams in Sharp Objects? Or, perhaps, all of them! There are plenty of options to choose from.

The Bachelorette

Let’s do the damn thing! New Bachelorette Becca Kufrin is ready to find love again after being proposed to by Arie Luyendyk Jr. and publicly dumped on television. The premiere, featuring 28 suitors vying for Becca’s heart, is sure to be spicy, as the 28-year-old publicist will be unexpectedly reunited with a guy from her past. While the drama and tears will surely be flowin’, we’re so ready for Becca to reach peak happiness. Arie who?

Premieres: Monday, May 28 at 8 p.m. ET/PT on ABC

Six

Olivia Munn makes her debut on the second season of the Navy SEAL drama, playing badass CIA officer Gina Kline. Highly intelligent and cunning, Gina has dedicated her entire life to the clandestine world of dangerous government assignments. Her latest mission? Hunting down a mysterious terrorist only known as the Prince, which becomes her most personal yet.

Premieres: Monday, May 28 at 10 p.m. ET/PT on History

World of Dance

NBC

J.Lo, Ne-Yo, Derek Hough and Jenna Dewan are back and ready to find the latest talent in the world of dance! Already renewed for a third season, the super fun competition show will welcome another top-level talent to the fold, Julianne Hough, as a mentor for season two. Bring it on!

Premieres: Tuesday, May 29 at 10 p.m. ET/PT on NBC

Queen Sugar

OWN

When Oprah Winfrey and Ava DuVernay are involved, you drop everything. The third season continues the Bordelon family’s fight as they try to save their family farm and father’s legacy as they navigate their own personal journeys. They soon find that their fight extends beyond their close-knit family to the community. Rutina Wesley, Kofi Siriboe, Bianca Lawson, Dawn-Lyen Gardner, Ethan Hutchison and Nicholas Ashe are back for more family drama.

Premieres: Tuesday, May 29 at 10 p.m. ET/PT on OWN

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

Netflix

It’s time to say goodbye to Kimmy Schmidt. The first six episodes of the fourth and final season of the quirky Ellie Kemper comedy launch this month (the seven remaining episodes will premiere at a later date) and we’re not ready to bid farewell to our favorite cult member-turned-HR manager. Joining the zany world are Busy Philipps, Greg Kinnear, Bobby Moynihan and Aidy Bryant, with familiar faces Jon Hamm, Amy Sedaris and Zosia Mamet also returning.

Premieres: Wednesday, May 30 at 12:01 a.m. PT on Netflix

Pose

FX

Ryan Murphy is back at FX with Pose. Set in the 1980s, the eight-episode drama explores the juxtaposition of several segments of life and society in New York: the ball culture world, the rise of the luxury Trump-era universe and the downtown social and literary scene. Featuring the largest transgender cast in series regular roles in TV history, as well as the biggest recurring cast of LGBTQ actors for a scripted series, the ensemble also includes James Van Der Beek, Kate Mara and Evan Peters.

Premieres: Sunday, June 3 at 10 p.m. ET/PT on FX

Dietland

AMC

Don’t mess with Julianna Margulies. The Good Wife and ER alum returns to the small screen as red-haired glamazon Kitty Montgomery, the narcissistic boss of fashion magazine writer Plum Kettle (Joy Nash). Based on Sarai Walker’s 2015 best-selling novel and created by Marti Noxon (Girlfriends’ Guide to Divorce, UnREAL), Dietland unveils Plum’s journey to self-awakening while exploring a multitude of issues faced by women today -- including patriarchy, misogyny, rape culture and unrealistic beauty standards. Plus, it’s sexy, provocative and oh, so juicy!

Premieres: Monday, June 4 at 9 p.m. ET/PT on AMC

Younger

Team Charles or Team Josh? That is the ultimate question! The TV Land favorite returns for its fifth season, and we can’t wait to see what’s in store for Liza (Sutton Foster) as she navigates life and love in the Big Apple, most of the time pretending to be a younger, 20-something version of her actual self. Creator Darren Star hinted that a big premiere-ending bombshell will “change the equation for the entire series going forward.” Uh oh, what could it be?

Premieres: Tuesday, June 5 at 10 p.m. ET/PT on TV Land

Marvel's Cloak and Dagger

Freeform

Another Marvel show is heading to TV, and this one just might fill the void left by Hulu’s teen-centric Runaways. Cloak and Dagger tells the story of Tandy Bowen (Olivia Holt) and Tyrone Johnson (Aubrey Joseph), two teenagers from different backgrounds who find themselves with newly acquired superpowers -- Tandy can throw light daggers, while Tyrone can control darkness -- that are mysteriously linked to one another. We’re so in.

Premieres: Thursday, June 7 at 8 p.m. ET/PT on Freeform

Nashville

The CMT drama prepares to bid adieu with the final eight episodes of the series, and we’re betting the drama is just ramping up for Juliette (Hayden Panettiere), Deacon (Charles Esten) and company. As the finale nears, the cast fondly remembered their six-season run, with Esten saying, “There was a magic in the very beginning. There will be magic in the very end."

Premieres: Thursday, June 7 at 9 p.m. ET/PT on CMT

American Woman

Paramount Network

Inspired by the real-life childhood of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills star Kyle Richards, American Woman follows Bonnie (Alicia Silverstone), an unconventional mother struggling to raise her two daughters after leaving her husband in 1970s Los Angeles. With the help of her best friends, Kathleen (Mena Suvari), and Diana (Jennifer Bartels), Bonnie and her pals are about to discover their own brand of independence in a world reluctant to give it to them.

Premieres: Thursday, June 7 at 10 p.m. ET/PT on Paramount Network

Claws

TNT

The claws are out in Manatee County, Florida! TNT’s female-led nail-erific crime drama is back with Niecy Nash leading the charge as Desna and her trusty crew of women embrace the darker side of their shady side business. But they’re about to face some formidable foes in the form of dangerous Russian gangsters. Even so, we’re 99.9 percent sure that Desna and company are more than capable of showing who’s boss.

Premieres: Sunday, June 10 at 9 p.m. ET/PT on TNT

The Bold Type

Freeform

Our favorite trio -- Jane (Katie Stevens), Sutton (Meghann Fahy) and Kat (Aisha Dee) -- returns for two more seasons, and the girls of The Bold Type are truly upping the ante with a two-hour sophomore premiere. There’s a lot to look forward to: awesome friendship moments with the core trio, blossoming romances and even some illegal activity. Oy vey, we’re counting down to the show's return!

Premieres: Tuesday, June 12 at 8 p.m. ET/PT on Freeform

The Affair

Showtime

Season four finds Noah (Dominic West), Helen (Maura Tierney), Alison (Ruth Wilson) and Cole (Joshua Jackson) in their own orbits, alienated from each other, spinning further and further away from where they all began. Each of them is involved in a new relationship, forcing them to decide if they’re ready and willing to leave the past behind for good. Sanaa Lathan joins the Showtime drama as Janelle, the tough-as-nails principal of the charter school where Noah teaches, with fellow new additions Ramon Rodriguez, Russell Hornsby and Phoebe Tonkin.

Premieres: Sunday, June 17 at 9 p.m. ET/PT on Showtime

Shades of Blue

NBC

J.Lo is a busy bee this summer! The woman who does it all leads the third and final 10-episode season of her police procedural as Detective Harlee Santos, whose “poetic” arc ends with “true redemption.” “Now looking at it with a little distance, playing Harlee strengthened me and helped me grow into a more self-assured woman,” the 48-year-old star said in April when the final season was announced. “It's crazy how some parts permeate your soul and change you forever and for that I am grateful.”

Premieres: Sunday, June 17 at 10 p.m. ET/PT on NBC

Yellowstone

Paramount Network

Yellowstone follows the Dutton family, led by patriarch John Dutton (Kevin Costner), who control the largest contiguous ranch in the country and must contend with constant attacks by land developers, clashes with an Indian reservation and conflict with America's first national park. From creator-director-writer Taylor Sheridan, the drama also stars Wes Bentley, Kelly Reilly, Luke Grimes, Dave Annable and Cole Hauser.

Premieres: Wednesday, June 20 at 9 p.m. ET/PT on Paramount Network

Marvel's Luke Cage

Netflix

A powerful new villain is about to rock Luke Cage (Mike Colter) to his core. After the events of The Defenders, Luke returns to Harlem as a hometown hero, but it isn’t long before his newfound celebrity status attracts unwanted attention from Bushmaster, who also happens to wield bulletproof powers. Elementary star Lucy Liu directed the season premiere.

Premieres: Friday, June 22 at 12:01 a.m. PT on Netflix

GLOW

Netflix

Do we really need to sell you on GLOW? It’s divine, and that’s all you need to know. Plus, Alison Brie is a force to be reckoned with. But, if you still needed another season to tune in for season two, Brie recently teased that there might just be a scene or two with some major breakdance action. Sold.

Premieres: Friday, June 29 at 12:01 a.m. PT on Netflix

Suits

Things are about to look very different in the world of Suits. The long-running legal drama said farewell to longtime stars Meghan Markle and Patrick J. Adams, but a new chapter is upon us with the addition of Katherine Heigl. The former Grey’s Anatomy star joins the high-stakes law world as attorney Samantha Wheeler, whom Gabriel Macht likened to Harvey Specter 2.0. “They're truly adversarial, but they sometimes mirror each other in their actions and their manipulative ways to accomplish what they need,” he teased to ET. “We'll see who's the better the poker player, who can kick more people in the knees."

Premieres: July on USA Network

Sharp Objects

HBO

Five-time Oscar nominee Amy Adams stars in the eight-episode limited series, Sharp Objects, based on the 2006 novel by Gone Girl author Gillian Flynn. Adams plays reporter Camille Preaker, who returns to her hometown of Wind Gap, Missouri, to investigate the murders of two young girls, forcing her to face her personal demons. If the trailer is any indication of what lies ahead, this may be our new summer obsession.

Premieres: Sunday, July 8 at 9 p.m. ET/PT on HBO

Heathers

Originally scheduled to debut in March, Paramount Network pushed back the launch of the Heathers TV reboot after the Parkland, Florida, high school shooting on Feb. 14. Loosely inspired by the 1988 cult classic with Shannen Doherty (she’s back as a new character!) and Christian Slater, this 10-episode black comedy is set in modern-day Westerburg High School and revolves around Veronica Sawyer (Grace Victoria Cox) as she deals with the school's most popular (and most vicious) clique, the Heathers.

Premieres: Tuesday, July 10 on Paramount Network

Trial and Error

NBC

Kristin Chenoweth takes over as the new lead on the sophomore season of Trial and Error: Lady Killer. The Tony and Emmy winner will play Lavinia Peck-Foster, an eccentric heiress known for her flamboyant outfits, large hats and hairless cat, who has not left the confines of Peck Gardens in ages. Lavinia calls on Josh Segal and Associates -- the team that got off Owl Murderer Larry Henderson (John Lithgow) -- to defend her after her husband is found stuffed into a suitcase in the back of her car.

Premieres: Thursday, July 19 at 9 p.m. ET/PT on NBC

Making It

NBC

Amy Poehler and Nick Offerman are rollin’ up their sleeves for the six-episode competition series, where the most talented crafts makers from across the country will take on a variety of handmade projects in the hopes of impressing Poehler, Offerman and expert judges Simon Doonan and Dayna Isom Johnson. Honestly, we’re here for anything with these Parks and Recreation BFFs!

Premieres: Tuesday, July 31 at 10 p.m. ET/PT on NBC

The Sinner

USA Network

Jessica Biel may not be returning in front of the camera, but she’s just as excited to be pulling the strings behind the scenes as an executive producer on the new season. Carrie Coon (The Leftovers, Fargo) joins returning cast member Bill Pullman as the new lead, playing Vera, a formidable yet mysterious woman who struggles between upholding the ideals of the community she leads and fulfilling her own desires.

Premieres: August on USA Network

Insecure

Issa new season for the hilariously honest HBO comedy. (See what we did there?) Issa Rae -- sorry, two-time Golden Globe nominee Issa Rae -- is reason enough to tune in for another season of realness as we pick back up with Issa, her bestie Molly (Yvonne Orji) and ex-boyfriend Lawrence (Jay Ellis). Besides, we’re dying to know where exactly things are going to go after last season’s finale.

Premieres: Sunday, Aug. 12 at 10:30 p.m. ET/PT on HBO

Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan

Amazon Studios

John Krasinski stars as the titular action hero in Amazon Prime’s highly anticipated TV adaptation of the popular Tom Clancy novels in his first series regular role since Jim Halpert on The Office. The series reintroduces Jack as an up-and-coming CIA analyst thrust into a dangerous field assignment for the first time and co-stars Wendell Pierce (Suits) and Abbie Cornish. More reason to spend a weekend in for a binge watch? It’s already renewed for a second season!

Premieres: Friday, Aug. 31 on Amazon Prime

MORE SUMMER PREVIEW:

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Summer Book Preview: 9 Beach Reads by Bill Clinton, Emily Giffin, Lauren Weisberger and More!

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Feisty forward Hayden Ballantyne back for the Dockers

Fremantle Dockers pesky goalsneak Hayden Ballantyne is set to play his first game of the season in the crucial clash against the Cats.

The 29-year-old has not played a game this season after ripping a hamstring tendon in the final JLT Community Series game.

The Dockers will welcome back Hayden Ballantyne for his first game of the season. Photo: Daniel Carson/AFL Media

The 141-game veteran then broke down again in his comeback game for Peel a month ago.

The feisty forward’s presence will add extra bite to a Dockers’ side battling to kick a winning score over the last month.

The Dockers could also blood two youngsters for the game against the Cats at Simmonds Stadium on Sunday, with promising ruckman Sean Darcy named in the side and midfielder Joshua Deluca-Cardillo selected on an extended interchange bench.

Deluca-Cardillo Sam Collins, Ethan Hughes, Nick Suban, Brennan Cox and Luke Ryan are all vying for a spot in the final 22.

Cats’ forward Tom Hawkins comes into the side after a one-week suspension along with ruckman Mark Blicavs, while midfielders Jordan Cunico and George Horlin-Smith have been named on an extended bench.

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Speedy forward Nakia Cockatoo has been ruled out with a hamstring.

Mark Le Cras will miss West Coast’s clash with the Demons because of hip soreness. Photo: Pat Scala

Fremantle coach Ross Lyon wanted his players to adopt the same fierce tackling the Eagles applied against the Cats in their 13 point win over Geelong last week.

“I went and watched the game, it was a really good opportunity,” Lyon told the Dockers’ website.

“What I took out was West Coast tackled really strongly.

“We all want to get caught up in tactics and that, (such as) do taggers work and all that stuff – but if the whole team’s not tackling and pressuring we know (other tactics) don’t (work), so the fundamentals are more important than any tactic at my end.

“We’ve got to bring (that pressure) against a quality team and every week the challenge is to bring a lot of tackling pressure.

“We want to bring an attitude to pressure the opposition, more than any tactic.”

Meanwhile, the Eagles have been forced to make two changes for their clash against the Demons at Domain Stadium on Saturday night, with Mark Le Cras – who hasn’t kicked a goal for four weeks – missing with a hip injury and Jackson Nelson going out with a hamstring strain.

Power forward Josh Kennedy was not considered again as he still battles calf problems.

Young forward Malcolm Karpany will again get a chance along with much-maligned goal kicker Josh Hill.

Nathan Jones (leg) and Jack Watts (hamstring) will miss the Eagles’ game but the Demons welcome back 2016 All-Australian ruckman Max Gawn and midfielder Billy Stretch.

Eagles forward coach Jaymie Graham said stopping Gawn would be the key to West Coast winning

“Gawn coming back into their team, I know he’s had an extended break, but he is like our Nic Nat the way he can palm the ball down wherever he wants it,” he said.

“He gives their midfielders a bit of a proactive mindset. It’s going to be a challenge for sure.

“I think Vards played his best game for the club (against Geelong). He’s had plenty of injuries over his career but he’s just managed to string some games together and you can see that he is growing on confidence in that role.

“Vards did show at the weekend that he can stand up and play that (No. 1 ruck) role.”

The Demons have not won in Perth since 2004 and haven’t beaten the Eagles in the west since 2002.

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Graphic Designer Vs Graphic Artist: The Differences Really Do Matter!

Equally Important, Not the Same

In the world of Commercial Art, there are many important roles that come together to build the bridges of visual communication between the messengers and their recipients. Those of us who work in this industry are virtually invisible, yet ironically, we leave traces of ourselves everywhere you go with every line, curve, stroke, color, and font we produce.

Since childhood, I’ve been vying to become part of the vast number of creatives engaging the world with art and design. Fast forward 30 years later, I have the privilege of serving at the capacity of graphic designer and graphic artist. Do I love them both? absolutely! Are they the same job? Not so much. As the topic seems to pop up more and more with each client conversation I have, I thought it’d be a good time to address this "complicatedly-simple” topic: Graphic designer vs Graphic Artist. First, It’s important to note: Not all graphic designers are graphic artists and not all graphic artists are graphic designers!

Let me explain…

Graphic Designer: The Problem Solver

A graphic designer presents visual solutions to communication problems. Think of designers as the jedi’s of the industry who uses logic and the science of art to trigger a call to action from the receiver a message. A seasoned designer knows what kinds of fonts, styles, colors, etc. will resonate with a certain demographic and what kind of imagery should be paired with it to get the intended results.

For example: the color white in American culture is commonly associated with weddings, but symbolic at Chinese funerals; it's a designer's job to know facts like this. Here's a fun fact, there are graphic designers who do not know how to draw because it is not a requirement; but a strong head for problem solving is. Examples of graphic design work include: signage, logos, flyers, book design layout, etc.  

Designer Traits:

Objective

"Left-brained” thinker

Analytical

Strategic Planner

Solution oriented

Communicates with logic

Triggers action

Graphic Artist: The Expressionist

A graphic artist presents ideas that triggers a mood. They have the ability to leave an impression creating imagery with or without words. This is not something that can necessarily be picked up and learned from a text book, but it takes an intuitive nature to connect and relate to oneself and others’ thoughts and emotions to be able to bring a particular idea to the surface; leaving their recipients in their wake with something new to think about that wasn’t there before.

For example: if you’re nervously sitting at the dentist office and the framed illustration of a comical mouth with the words “Open Wide” makes you giggle and relax, you have just experienced the work of a graphic artist. More examples include: Book cover art, Illustrations, comic art, stock images, photo art, album artwork, etc.  

Artist Traits:

Subjective

"Right-brained” thinker

Creative

Free Thinker

Intuitive oriented

Communicates with feeling

Triggers mood

The Duality:

Although both skills operate from two ends of the industry spectrum, both can be successfully used interchangeably to create dynamic work; like peanut butter and jam, they're even better together! The key is executing balance on what a project requires; so it's imperative to shop around and ask lots of questions to get a full understanding to make sure your next creative hire will accommodate what you're specifically looking for.

As a hybrid between the two entities, I have found great freedom connecting both worlds at any given moment during a project instead of contracting additional assistance, allowing me me to continuously flow through any project with ease and continuity while saving additional time and resources on my client's their end. This merging of my professional duality is what makes Pink Elephant Graphic Design what it is, a service that provides impressive out-of-the box design solutions that any client would be proud to have.

Signing out for now, Dionna L. Hayden

Think we may be a good fit to work together? Feel free to check out some of my work and hit up the contact page for more options.

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River: What would you have done if the tables were turned and it was Hayden? Can you tell me that you would not have chosen to give him your heart if you knew he was your heartlight even if he had pulled something like Arlo, with all you now know? Vy: It's not the same! River: But what if it was, can you say you would leave him to die? Vy: ....Hayden didn't torture me or allowed my 'twin' to nearly murder me and my entire family. River:... Vy:... Exactly.  River. -sigh- Fan loves him and forgives him. Vy: Fan never dated anyone else! He doesn't know better! River: Let me stop you right there. I know from Flynn that Fan fooled around a little. So, to that, he knows better than you! You poked Hayden and went "We're married now!” Vy: I did not! Hayden: You kinda did, Vy. Vy: Hay hay! River: Ah! Vy: Mage... River: Lizard. Vy: I just... River: Lizard, Arlo is not the same anymore... Fannar is doing their best to hold the one he loves 'functional' but Fan feels very much alone and lost. He needs mom, he needs their mom to hold him and love them, not constantly remind him of all the trauma Arlo caused him. Think of... Heck... It's not the same. But think of Rylan and Lucas. I'd say this 'Arlo'... is a bit like Lucas. Only Lucas has a new body and new memories same spirit, Arlo has a rebuilt spirit and the same body and memories, trauma that whenever returns to him, breaks him a little inside because there's still enough of the old spirit left to feel the unbearable guilt that lead him to just allow himself to decay.

Vy stared at River, then sighed as the words hit home. 

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