#new stuff yayyy jumping around

[pixxyofice]

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak 🔁 😈 demongirl-cock

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak ohhh my god how do people deal with having brothers. oh look im gonna tease you and jump behind you when you're studying. please do your job

😈 demongirl-cock Follow ... wasn't your brother the one that blew up?

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak not what im talking about.

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🎸 hibiki-rock I think @re8elli0n8reak needs to take a break! Go cuddle with that girlfriend she just got. Could say she needs to regain some minty chill, lmaooo

#get it? pelase say someone got it

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🦅 horizon-sunsky Every time I look at the sky, I am amazed all over again. Being able to touch them with my hands has given me a whole new point of view, and I'm so thankful that I was able to get these new prosthetics. I love having wings. Next photoshoot should be out soon.

#life with wings #prosthetic wings #not photoshoot #birdkin

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🪡 thighroidwrap 🔁 😈 demongirl-cock

😈 demongirl-cock Follow

what the fuck happened when i was asleep

🪡 thighroidwrap Don't worry about it.

#tldr a lot of stuff about vandelay got dumped on us at once #including... peppermint vandelay being among us

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🪡 thighroidwrap 🔁 🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak

👼 posts-from-the-angel Follow Imagine being a company apologist 🙄 like helloooo they had ai code literally in their implants, who knows what bad things could've happened, but they expect us to praise them for... having someone else come and deal with it?

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak Alright, that's it.

👼 posts-from-the-angel Follow Oh nooo, the company apologist is going to pull out something that totally isn't more bullshit. cry more

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak

photo from the article liongirlmane shared

selfie i just took

was literally on the rebel team that took the previous head (you know, kale vandelay, my brother) out of commission because of things mentioned in plenty of articles.

🦁 liongirlmane Follow THAT EXPLAINS WAY TOO MUCH?

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak i know i have many issues that i've made clear on this blog but. that hurts

#that obvious huh #anyway identity reveal! yayyy

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💎 sole-emeralds 🔁 🌪 infernochaser97

🎧 sweet-osts-4-tater-tots Follow Endless Possibility - Sonic Unleashed [OST] ▶️

🌪 infernochaser97 @sole-emeralds I saw this and was reminded of you.

💎 sole-emeralds Thank you for the ping! Favorite.

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🪡 thighroidwrap 🔁 🦁 liongirlmane

🦁 liongirlmane Follow

Anonymous Asked: 😎

I think I'm a little lost, what was bad about the tech??? horizon doesn't seem to be suffering from their new robot parts???

Well, there was something built into their robot prosthetics that was actively meant to manipulate those who had them. Typical company bullshit. Read this article.

horizon can be glad about their prosthetics all they want but how much of it is from this?

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak next article is about how the current heads have been working to get everybody's part replaced and also what exactly SPECTRA did. stop just looking at one article and leaving it there.

🦁 liongirlmane Follow Oookay...?

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🖍 cnmntoastbot 🔁🦁 liongirlmane

🦁 liongirlmane Follow Honestly, the situation over at Vandelay Island just shows how much of a bad idea companies running living spaces are. Revolving that much of life around the place who employs you is just a bad idea.

Credits for company items only? Can't move away if you wanted to start somewhere else? Bad. Read ANYTHING on company towns, and then imagine that. But Worse.

🪡 thighroidwrap I mean, at least the food is free. Even if there are 4 mondays and i don't know which one aligns with your weekends

🦁 liongirlmane Follow What

🎸 hibiki-rock That's being fixed! AND we're even getting rid of the AI in the robot parts!

🦁 liongirlmane Follow WHAT?!

🖍 cnmntoastbot He is completely correct! (o´▽`o) If you were ever wondering why your friends who took residence on our island made any monday posts on other days of your week, that would be why! \(^ヮ^)/

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🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak 🔁🖍 cnmntoastbot

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak I want... tiddy... in my face....

🖍 cnmntoastbot (⌒_⌒;) i suppose you are glad to be dating someone who can do that for you now!

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak CNMN WHAT THE FUCK. @Kirby-Mass-Defend PLEASE TELL YOUR ROBOT TO NOT REBLLOG POSTS LIKE THIS?????? THIS IS TWO YEARS OLD

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🎸 hibiki-rock 🔁 🦁 liongirlmane

👼 posts-from-the-angel Follow If you don't reblog anything about this, you're a shitty person. Vandelay Island has been on fire for the past week, and it's in NO news articles at all! So here's a summary of what's been happening...

keep reading

🦁 liongirlmane Follow ... there... there are, though?

🎸 hibiki-rock Its all i hear on my morning commute >.>

#blah blah blah here's the section of the island that's closed off i'm SICK OF IT

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🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak 🔁 🪡 thighroidwrap

🪡 thighroidwrap Your daily reminder to TAKE OFF YOUR PROSTHETICS. It's NO LEG DAY!

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak NO LEG DAY!! NO LEG DAY!!

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[broodingboysimp]

Is It Really for the Best - pt 7

Azriel x female!reader

Summary: The mating bond between the reader and Azriel clicks into place, but with the potential war with Hybern on the rise, the risk of having that bond fall into the enemy’s hands has the reader and Azriel questioning their partnership.

*takes place after the events of ACOTAR/ACOMAF*

  Warnings: angst, violence/blood, smut 

Author’s Note: Yayyy happy stuff…. Maybe…. Also please forgive me, I should’ve tagged this as an asshole!Azriel fic because damn lol. This fic is also like slightly inaccurate to the actual books, i’m using most of the plot just not in the same order/occurrence please forgive me. I also have like no clue how to work Tumblr and the formatting confuses me so sorry to everyone asking questions/messaging me, I am trying my best to figure it all out !

Everyone sat around in the living room of the townhouse, talking of their plans when they arrived at the Summer Court, Cassian holding a slight scowl. But their meeting was interrupted by the thud of your landing, the weight of Azriel’s limp body combined with the unbearable pain in your thigh causing your legs to buckle as soon as your feet hit the ground. 

Rhys was the first to reach you, lifting your chin to his eyes. You felt tears prickling the sides of yours as you were washed with relief. You had made it home. 

“I’m fine,” You choked out, turning now to face Az’s limp body that you held close to your side, and Rhys understood.

Cassian and Rhys had to practically pry you off of his body to carry him to his room, your veins still coursing with panic that it feared letting go meant letting go of a lot more. You simply stared as the two Illyrians carried their slumped friend down the hall, the High Lord ordering Mor to retrieve Madja immediately. 

You sat on your knees, bloody hands cradled in your lap, as Amren and Feyre kneeled at your side. Shock had begun to take over your body, the loss of blood from your wound a lot more intense than you had originally realized. You registered nothing as your two friends grabbed you under the arms and sat you down in the nearest chair, and you heard nothing but ringing in your ears as they patched up your wound. Your mind felt empty. Painfully, achingly empty. 

Once the bleeding had stopped and color started to freckle your face once more, Feyre and Amren left to assist the others with whatever Azriel might need. You sat for a long while, your body feeling grateful for the lack of movement. It wasn’t until you heard the voices from down the hall that you were dragged from your trance. You couldn’t bear any bad news, so you quickly slipped out of the room and made your way to the roof. 

It was dark now, the sun finally having set. This day felt like an eternity, you noted, but it still wasn’t over. You took a seat near the edge of the balcony, the view of Velaris sparkling in the distance, and once again your mind fell empty. 

Cassian was the one to interrupt your mindlessness, having slipped up to the roof without you noticing. 

“He’s doing just fine,” he said from behind you, causing you to jump slightly. Cassian frowned as he took the seat next to you, “He got a taste of his own medicine for once, but he’ll be fine.”

Tortured. Cassian meant he was tortured. All because you foolishly turned your back on him.

Cassian sensed the guilt you held, “It wasn’t your fault, Y/N. These things happen, and thank the Mother you were there to step in when you did.” 

“It didn’t have to happen…” you held your gaze strictly on the city, “I broke my own rule, I let these feelings get to me. Perhaps the farthest thing from smart that a warrior could do.” 

“Feelings are important,” You let out a small snort at that, and Cass rolled his eyes, “You know what I mean, dumbass. What I mean is it’s important to feel things, even bad things, because it makes the good feel that much better,” He offered you a small smile.

“I would’ve never pegged you for the philosopher type,” Cassian again rolled his eyes, smiling amusingly, “Doesn’t this war stuff ever get annoying to you? The constant tension of conflict?” 

Cassian just sighed, “It’s all I've ever really known, plus I’m pretty good at it if I do say so myself.” His voice oozed with arrogance. 

“Well I’m pretty good at sitting on my ass, but you don’t see me doing that all the time.”

“I beg to differ,” Cassian smirked, and you gave him a light slap on the arm. “These things come to pass, and the time to enjoy the good things will have its moment.” 

“Honestly you should publish a book at this point,” You smiled, and Cassian seemed happy to see it. 

“Whatever, dumbass,” He pushed off his chair and made his way towards the stairs, “Az is resting, but I’m sure he would want to see you when he wakes,” You wanted to scoff at that, doubting every word, but deep down you held a sliver of hope that it was true, “We’re all going to the House of Wind to prepare to leave tomorrow, so you two better behave,” He tossed you a wink, and you gave him a mocked gag in return. 

✦✦✦

The breeze on the roof had finally become too much to bear, so you made your way inside. The others had left some time ago, no one else having bothered you on the roof. No doubt Cassian had spoken on your behalf that you were all well and good, and you were grateful for it. 

You crept down the hall silently, your wound having fully healed from your Fae magic after the poison had run its course. You passed by Azriel’s door, holding your breath, as if even that would wake him up from his healing sleep. You heard nothing from his room, but as you neared your door down the hall, you swore you felt the bond tug you back in his direction. 

The bond felt strong again, the main reason you felt eased enough from the turmoil of the day to try to get some sleep. Azriel was okay, that’s all that mattered, you would deal with everything else tomorrow.

The silk sheets of your bed brought a welcome relief to your back that had been held stiff in a chair for far too long, and the loose fitting nightgown you wore let your skin finally breathe. You felt safe again.

But that thought didn’t stop you from tossing and turning. You could not get comfortable, every position you tried causing tension in one area or another. Along with it, you inevitably couldn’t stop your mind from running. 

Running to Azriel. 

You should’ve moved faster, done more.

Your stomach churned once more with guilt, but you shoved it down, once more recalling Cassian’s words. Instead, you turned your thoughts to other things. 

Seeing Az half naked today, as beat and battered as he was, had you remembering old occurrences between the two of you. Hundreds of years later, and his physique still made your breath hitch. You missed the feeling of his skin on yours, holding his hand today made you recall that, too. 

Recollections of moments with Azriel, moments filled with lust and intention, danced across your mind. Your skin prickled with sensitive desire, and before you knew it, your hand had found its way between your legs. You felt guilty once more, finding pleasure while he suffered so close by, but you again pushed it down, your stomach filling with a new sense of warmth. 

You worked yourself gently, not realizing how much time had passed since your last release. You back arched, and you could almost feel Azriel’s hand on your spine where it would lay as he buried himself deep within you. As you moved, the coil in your stomach winding even tighter, you whimpered with need. 

“Az…” A breathy moan escaped from your lips as you pictured him there, his hands replacing yours. Your eyes were shut with pleasure as your body neared its climax. You continued with your movement, hand faster and faster, and as the threat of pleasure was about to overtake you, you opened your eyes. 

You froze, dropping your hand immediately as the black shadows that surrounded your room recoiled with your realization. Your nightgown fell down your body once more as you jumped off your bed and lunged for the door, yanking it open with a furious force. 

“Az you PERVER-” 

The words barely made it out of you before his lips crashed into yours, hands ferociously digging into your hair. Your eyes widened with shock as you used both hands to shove him away, his bare chest adding even more surprise. 

“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?” You screamed at him, but you noted that his wounds had begun to heal, practically nothing but a scar at this point. You didn’t let the relief alter your fuming expression. 

Azriel didn’t seem flustered in the least. No, he seemed almost cocky, “You called,” He gave you a sinister smile, combing his hands through his dark curls.

Your cheeks burned red. 

Damn this fae body and damn fae hearing.

It has its perks, I think, Azriel’s voice echoed in your mind for the first time in weeks. A shiver crept down your spine. 

Get out of my head, and get out of my damn room, you angled a scowl at him. He merely smirked in return.

“Is that really what you want?” Az purred, stepping closer once more. You could practically feel his breath. 

You could feel your body burning with anger, but the burn was strong with desire too. You had no words, body frozen as your mind went blank and all reason seemed to leak from your body. He once again threaded his hand through your hair, this time more gently, his other hand finding its way to rest on your hip. 

His lips were softer as they met yours once again, and this time you didn’t push back. He was moving slowly, sensually, as his free hand messed with the lace that lined the bottom of your nightgown. His tongue reached your bottom lip, and you parted them, allowing him to search every inch of your mouth. You felt like jelly beneath him, barely holding on to your senses.

The kiss deepened, passion directing your every move as you now ran your hands along his chest. The grip on your hair tightened as the pad of his thumb brushed across your breast, releasing a stifled moan into your kiss. You felt Az grin wickedly. 

“How bad do you need me?” He whispered into the kiss, and all you could do was whimper in return as his hands continued to explore, now moving closer to your thighs. You couldn’t think, the thought of release the only thing moving your body. You needed it, needed him. 

He released your lips, now plump and red from his mouth on yours, and started moving down your neck, peppering you with kisses. He found the sensitive spot just below your ear and sucked, causing a moan from you in response. 

“I said,” Az huffed into your skin as he continued to work, his breath sending chills over your body, “how bad do you need me?” His tone was demanding. 

You let out a small whimper as his lips searched closer to your breasts, “Az, please…” You let out in a breathy moan. He trailed his kisses back up your next until his lips meant yours again. 

“Please what?” his hazel eyes bore into yours, and his voice was rough, almost feral.

Your whole body was melting under his touch, skin burning. You felt the ache between your legs at the lack of his presence. “I-I need you,” you practically choked out.

His eyes seemed to burn with fire at that, his wicked smile once more crossing his face.

“That’s what I thought.”

And then he was gone. 

His shadows had taken him out the door within seconds, and you barely had time to find your footing on the cold floor before you could register that he had left. You stood, staring at your door, trying to gather your thoughts at what had just happened. What you had just done. 

✦✦✦

To your relief, you wouldn’t have to confront your demons any time soon. Azriel had left the house at some point during the night. Even with all the restless tossing and turning that had kept you from sleeping, you still hadn’t heard the silent shadowsinger make his exit. 

The house seemed eerily silent as you made your way to breakfast. Everyone was gone, and you weren’t entirely sure when they intended on returning. But you didn’t mind. As much as the silence was eerie, it was welcome. 

You spent the next few days in a routine: training, reading, sleeping. Anything to keep your mind silent. You hadn’t realized how much you were enjoying the simplicity of it all until a letter appeared on your desk one morning. Rhysand and the others were back from the Summer Court and requested your presence at the House of Wind. 

You opted for a tight fitting floor length dress, not quite ready to dawn your fighting leathers after a few days of enjoying life without them. You tucked your hair loosely behind your ears and took a look at yourself in the mirror. A few days of rest had done you good, the darkness that normally sat under your eyes almost completely gone. 

Days in Velaris had started to bring on a cold edge, the temperature made your eyes water as you winnowed in above the House. You heard chatter as you walked down the steps of the roof, the immediate warmth welcoming you. Everyone sat around the large dining table, and you noted an empty chair waiting for you next to Cassian. The farthest seat from Azriel. Conversation halted when you took your seat. 

“Alright, now that everyone is here, we have business to discuss,” Rhysand took over the room with his authority as he ran through what he had to say. You only half listened, trying your best to focus on not looking in Azriel’s direction. Something about the Book of Breathings, about Amren having to decode it, waiting to hear from the queens about some meeting. You realized then how out of the loop you really were, how you’d been far too caught up in your own stupid business to truly awknowledge the looming war. 

Conversation passed in a flurry of words, but you kept to yourself, clearly not having anything valuable to add as you were hardly informed yourself. All you knew for certain was that all to do now was wait, and you knew how much waiting put everyone on edge. 

“Feyre will continue to train with the assistance of all of us, especially Y/N,” the mention of your name brought your thoughts into focus, “She needs your help to master her Made abilities, anything you can offer her will be useful.” She gave you a small, thankful smile, and you returned the same, excited to share some alone time with your friend. 

Once conversations halted, you were quick to remove yourself from the room before you had any chance to potentially run into Azriel. Thankfully, no one was in a hurry to stop you. You winnowed yourself back to your room, needing to soak in a few more moments of alone time before life resumed its usual controlled chaos. 

✦✦✦

You were the first to the training ring the next morning, the sun beating down and providing a relatively warm day. Feyre and Rhysand were the next two to show up, the former looking slightly intimated to once again be surrounded by fully trained warriors. Cassian and Azriel were the last to show up. 

The group was fully clad in Illyrian leathers and ready to run through warm ups. You placed yourself farthest down the line from Azriel as the group began its lunges and stretches. Cass, who was the next person over from you in the group, noted your intentional placement and chuckled to himself. 

“Can’t the two of you just kiss and make up already,” Your cheeks reddened at the recollection of the other night. 

“Already tried that,” You rolled your eyes at him. 

“Ahh, I see. Az has always been one to think with his head rather than… other parts,” You choked on a laugh in response, causing Cass to grin widely. 

The rest of the group seemed to take note of your amusement, as Rhys commented down the line, “Are we done flirting on that end, or do we have to separate the two of you.” Once again your cheeks burned with red, and you noted that Feyre now bit back a laugh. Azriel continued to work through his stretching, face unwavering. 

“Don’t be so boring, Rhys,” Cass mused, and he laughed in response. 

“If anyone is being boring it’s Azriel,” The sound of his name from your mouth had him meeting your gaze. The others seemed to slow down their warm up as they noted the challenge.

Az had stopped moving now, as did yourself, as he held his stare intensely, “You want fun? Then let’s play.” He didn’t so much as crack a smile as he headed over to the racks of Illyrian weaponry and snatched up two midsized daggers. 

Feyre seemed to catch her breath at the insinuation of a knife fight, but you just smiled wickedly. Az knew daggers were your specialty, what an idiot. 

The others cleared the ring as you grabbed the blade from his hand, making extra care to brush his hand lightly. He didn’t so much as falter as the two of you fell into your places. 

“You know the rules,” Rhys commented from the sideline, and you could hear the layer of nervousness that laced his tone, “nothing is off limits. Except outright murder.” 

Azriel grinned at that, his mouth turning into a sinister smile that sent your toes curling. But you returned the smile back. 

The two of you began circling, two predators, neither willing to be the prey. Every step was carefully placed, neither opponent willing to make the first move. That was until you got bored of circling and decided to charge headfirst, using your momentum to your advantage. 

A flurry of movements ensued, dodging and swinging in each other's directions. You dragged your blade down Azriel’s arm in a swift movement, causing him to curse under his breath. From the side of the ring you heard Cassian huff out a laugh, causing Az’s anger to grow. He rushed you, catching you off balance, twisting you around so your back lay on his chest, your bladed hand now snared in his while his dagger lay across your throat. You couldn’t determine if it was the cool metal of the weapon or his deep breathing against your neck that sent shivers down your spine. 

The fighting movements stopped as you stood close, too close, Azriel determining his next move. You smiled slyly to yourself. 

“I’m sure there are plenty of other things you’d like to have around my neck,” You said, quietly enough that only Azriel could hear. You felt his breathing skip a beat, faltering. You acted quickly, shouldering him to the ground and pinning his hands above his head, your bodyweight straddled his midsection to hold him down.

The world seemed to fall into silence around you, leaving nothing but your bodies together, as you both breathed heavily. His eyes didn’t so much as falter from yours, his face pale as ever. It was your turn to give him a sinister smile, you had won.  

Perhaps you had stayed in that position for a little bit too long. Rhys cleared his throat, and you leapt off of Azriel’s lap. The two of you proceeded to brush yourselves off, not daring to make eye contact. On the sideline, Cassian could not control his laughter. 

“I cannot BELIEVE you went down that easy, brother,” Cass clapped Azriel on the shoulder, causing him to tense up. But the shadowsinger was having none of it. He scoffed in his brother’s direction, turning to make his exit from the ring. The four of you that remained just stared as he walked off. 

You felt pride in your chest at your victory, but a part of that pride was coming from the fact that you were able to get into his head. After what had happened the other night, you needed to get Azriel back, make him as desperate as he had made you, and this small victory was just the first step. 

Rhys laughed, “now that, Feyre darling, is just the beginning of the tricks that Y/N has up her sleeve.”

[nice-kill-tanaka]

May I have a my hero and ohshc matchup plz

I'm a short girl around 5'2 with long brown hair and eyes and a leo. I like anime,dragons,reptiles,drawing but I'm not good,tarantulas,sweets,video games, memes,dark humor. I am very kind but I care more about others than I do myself. I have bad anxiety. I tend to overthink about everything. I love to sing especially country music but I am tone deaf. I have trouble standing up for myself because I was bullied alot. I can be very blunt. I also love to swear. I can be very loud. I love a good mystery and cop shows. I love dad jokes and puns.I am terrified of bees and heights. I am very lazy but I can be good at doing stuff if motivated. I have a very kind heart and sad stories or ones with very happy endings make my heart happy or hurt like crazy. But even though I'm kind that doesn't mean i am nice all the time. I am extremely grumpy and have a short temper especially on no sleep or if I just woke up. I also do have adhd and some anxiety I dont like being touched randomly unless I know it will happen or if I touch someone. As for dreams I'm not sure I wanna be a voice actor but not too sure if its right for me as I don't know how to edit or even have the equipment. I want someone who can just listen to me as I ramble on about things I love. I want someone to understand that I think differently then normal people. I also want someone to be able to understand im not the most affectionate person but I can be if given time but I will help someone if they are touch starved like I am.

[🌄 @cutelittleriot requested one (1) regular My Hero Academia matchup. I have just the ingredients for that! Sit tight while I get to work.🌌]

YAYYY!! First bnha matchup!! I gotchu bud 👍 I’m thinking about trying something new for the bnha fandom in particular. So, I’ll try it out and see what you think! Also, I got a little carried away with this one, so if it doesn’t seem characteristically accurate to you, please tell me!! 😖

And, the lucky person is:

⛰Eijiro Kirishima⛰

Quirk: Dragon

Dragon is a mutation quirk. It manifests slowly over time, until the user becomes about 60% dragon-esque at around 15/16 years old.

Scales and tough skin appear on the arms, legs, and face. Sharp teeth and claws grow in. Horns protrude from the forehead. A tail grows from the spine. Finally, wings grow from the back.

Flesh becomes twice as tough in places where scales are.

Depending on the user’s body type, wing usage is limited. (Since you’re generally shorter than average, “flying” and gliding comes easier to you.)

When the user consumes pressurized carbon dioxide, their stomach converts it into flammable gasses. Which allows the user to breathe- er...burp...fire.

Fire must be carefully used however. The smoke produced can accidentally be breathed in, causing lung damage.

🌱Humble Beginnings🌱

I’ll start by saying this: Being bullied is never fun. Being bullied over something you can’t easily control or change? Rub salt in it, why don’tcha?

You weren’t sure what the select few kids in your grade thought was so hilarious about your quirk. But, they managed to find enough wrong with it to do their damage for most of your time in school

First, the patches of scales that showed up on your skin were “too weak”. Then, your awkward transition stage with growing horns, wings, and tail was suddenly “ugly”

By the time your quirk fully manifested, the jeers finally devolved to “freak-ish”

Like a river carving out the Grand Canyon, the work was slow and wore you down over time. But, the impact was a lot bigger than even you’d initially thought

While you managed to somewhat heal and learned to guard your emotions against such hurtful things, that’s all you learned to do: Guard yourself. You were a shield with no spear, since you never fought back

With the help of supportive parents and teachers, your self-esteem wasn’t so low, but you did often downplay or underestimate your abilities

Like, Bitch??? You can burp fire??? Know your power???

The people you were on good terms with seemed to see a potential that you either disregarded, or didn't know about all together

They saw the way you treated others with consideration and forethought. How, despite (or because of) your anxiety, you remained hyper-aware of the problems of others and how to accommodate. And while your anger did have its vices, people knew how hot your righteous rage could burn

It actually took a lot of convincing for you to even apply to U.A. 

Outside of your other aspirations for the future, you didn’t particularly feel worthy for the job. Of anything you could be, you weren’t a fearless, upstanding, unshakable individual, not even giving a second thought to throwing yourself into danger for the good of others. You weren’t your alleged definition of a hero, and that was enough to deter you

But, whenever you recited your polite (well-rehearsed) decline, most gave you the same weirdly optimistic retort:

“Just try, maybe you’ll do better than you’re giving yourself credit for.”

So, here you were at an entrance exam full of people you hardly knew, wondering how you even rationalized to yourself that this would go just fine

The written exam went okay. As well as you could for literally guessing what to study to pass

All you had to do was do your best on the physical exam, and you’d be done for the day

But, your issue was in the people around you, not the exam itself

You were aware of the high amount of attention the moment you walked onto campus. The way other kids measured you up from a distance, studying everything about your not-so-human body. Watching your every move, especially the way your movements were strained from soreness (A short period of intense training tends to do that to you). You assumed they also wanted to see if your disposition was as powerful as your quirk suggested

((You specifically noticed a coltish, green-haired kid muttering to himself, questioning if your wings could actually support your body weight))

Even now, as the prospective heroes-in-training warmed up, you felt the stares burning into you

Half of you wanted to lift your eyes and rhetorically ask what the hell they were looking at, only feeling more annoyed as you snorted and returned to what you were doing. The other half wanted to fold into yourself until you disappeared (If only it were that easy)

But, you had enough (Roughly, one billion) worries on your mind to put confrontation on the list. Shaking off your anxious shivers as you lowered your head and continued with your “stretches” seemed so much easier

(A.k.a. Staring off into space as you held your limbs in awkward positions)

The time to begin the physical test was drawing near, and your self-doubt hadn’t eased up. Maybe this was a mistake. You didn’t belong here. Not when so many other students could fill the space you’re wasting so much better. Maybe if you slipped through the back now, you’d save yourself the disappointment of not living up to your own standards

“Hey, brown-haired girl! With the horns!”

You heard a gruff whisper from not to far behind you, from the left. You tensed for a moment, wondering what the voice could possibly want from you. But, the sight you saw was rather unexpected

The voice definitely matched the body, bulky and slightly rough looking, a little taller than you. Matched with a sweet face, sharp teeth, and bright, spiky, red hair. The smile he showed you instantly calmed your thoughts

“…Hm?”

You gave a short response, not wanting to jump to conclusions yet

“I saw you looking kinda psyched out over here, so I thought talking to you would make you less nervous!”

You felt a warm and fuzzy sensation in the pit of your stomach. As much encouragement as you got to achieve things, you didn’t see much of it to consider how you felt. How you could feel better. You liked it, which was surprising, considering the encouragement came from a perfect stranger

“Oh, uhh…thanks then. But, I’m fine, I promise! I’m no more nervous than you are.”

“Well, that’s also why I came to talk…I’m kinda freaking out too…”

This boy’s transparency was almost scary, but on the other hand, very comforting. You didn’t catch him trying to stare at your mutated parts once as you talked. Your eyes were the thing he seemed the most focused on, and while it made you embarrassed, it was the good kind (if that makes sense)

But, soon enough, the announcement for the beginning of the exam came over the loudspeaker, and you and your acquaintance had to look out for yourselves. But, before you parted ways, the redhead turned to you

“I’m Eijiro Kirishima, by the way! See you when I see you, Shortie!”

🌳Flourishing Love🌳

The beginning of Kirishima seeing you as a romantic option happened not too long after parting ways at the physical exam

He was almost completely cornered by one of the machines students could disarm for points. And just as that was happening, you had just turned the corner after shaking off another one

You saw Kirishima, but he definitely didn’t see you, trying hard to look tough, but struggling to stand his ground

It quickly dawned on you that Kirishima didn’t have a quirk that could easily deal with the hostile device. And if he did, he was too scared to use it

You vetoed the idea of charging in head on first. You didn’t feel like getting yourself or Kirishima hurt. Especially without a plan. You needed to be smart about getting your only acquaintance out of this situation

Your heart raced and your execution was all but clean, but you ended up using your fire breath to weld the robot’s wheels to the concrete

Before you let your inhibitions get the better of you, you climbed the machine and punched out the camera on the front. From atop the beast, you hung your tail over the edge low enough for Kirishima to grab. You didn’t dare look down at the ground

“Dammit Eijiro, grab on!!”

Once you felt a weight on your tail, you used your wings to propel you both forward. Obviously, away from the robot

You were too high on adrenaline and fear to notice, but Kirishima stared at you like you were the embodiment of Heaven on Earth. The stars in his eyes almost seemed inappropriate for the situation 😅

You looked just as—if not more—afraid than he was. But, you seemed so okay with the fact that you weren’t fearless, and acted like a true hero anyway. He admired, dare I say loved that about you

And he didn’t even know your name

As soon as you found out that you and Kirishima were in the same class, you felt instant relief. At least you were familiar with someone at U.A.

You guys’ friendship developed rather fast, like and extrovert adopting an introvert

Kirishima quickly noticed how fast you opened up once you got comfortable around him, and loved you all the more for how bright and vibrant the unfiltered you was

He found himself picking up on your sense of humor, telling dad jokes you whisper under your breath to the Bakusquad (Much to Bakugou’s dismay 😅)

Don’t worry, he always gives you the credit 😉

As time went on, Kirishima learned to appreciate how blunt you were. He realized that he needed someone to tell it like it is (“It isn’t manly to sugarcoat things! 😤” he says)

And while Kirishima prefers physical activities over video games, he loves to hype you up while you play before classes

It was only natural a mutual crush would form :D

Kirishima finally worked up the guts to ask you out after the U.S.J. Incident

You and him had gotten separated (You had gotten trapped with the cold son of Endeavor. And you both took out the villains with an awe-inspiring display of fire and ice)

Kirishima was faced with the reality that either of you could lose each other at any moment. And while both of you came out alright, he realized he couldn’t be wishy-washy about his feelings for you

He told you on your way to school the next morning:

“Look. What happened yesterday really scared me. Normally, I wouldn’t say that, but I think you deserve to know. Because…you mean a lot to me!! More than I can put into words. I love when we have fun together, and I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I never got to tell you how I felt…”

“Basically…I like you!! Like…in the romantic way…”

Your early morning grumpiness dissipated almost instantly, replaced by momentary confusion and disbelief, then embarrassment and joy. Was this really happening…? The boy that took a chance on you since the beginning, confessed that he had feelings for you…? Even though you didn’t question your relationship, you always assumed the nice things Kirishima said, the way he looked at you, was all part of the pleasantries. You questioned if you were even worth all of that

‘But you are.’ The little voice Kirishima helped you develop said. ‘And he would say more if he didn’t look so embarrassed.’

And so, you accepted Kirishima’s confession. And he saw the sweetest smile you had ever given him since the first time he complimented your puns 😊❤���

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[🌌 There you go bud! That’s one matchup for the road. Hopefully it lasts for a while, but if it doesn’t, feel free to come back! I’d be thrilled to see you again.🌄] —Reagan

[beecherdrysdale]

If it’s ok imma add a bit more to us at your swim meet because it makes me feel a bit better lol.

lmao the parents, but who cares we are passionate and we are hear to support our girl:) hehe yes we are excited to see you swim and would be yelling like crazy 😝. Yayyy posters for the win! Should we bring a megaphone as well? Anyways I’m putting Braden in charge w the posters because he’s actually good at art, as we all found out with his bob ross painting :) I think we are all squeezing each other and complaining because somebody is holding on to tight. Quinner I am vv sorry for your hand.

Oo ya dyl and jamie would be good distractions. They would try to make fun of you but you send them a death glare and they become helpful . Ya I’ve seen swimmers do that- the slapping, the arm circles. Hehe maybe jamie would be like “maybe we can slap you brigid” I would make them get chipotle for you because you’re busy getting ready to dominate:)

Ooo we could do a team huddle w you and just hype you up!. Good luck kisses are a must, it would be adorable.

Tyy! Your bowl is yummy too:) idk the times that I’ve gotten chipotle they had pineapple, but I also get some here from mucho burrito lol.

Team celebration is a must, I consider ourselves part of the team. Ok I actually searched up culvers and portillo’s and both look really good . So breaking our diets everyone :)) and then your other reward 😏

Yayyyy I get a jumping hug w you !! I’m excited to make that happen. Oo and then you can do a hug w Dylan and Jamie- so adorable. And then a team huggggg!! Hehe we would wait, but also if we were standing close to the pool on of the boys would probably tackle us in. I still don’t mind getting wet lol :)))

Hehe yes an entire hockey team in the stands would be so funny. Lmao Brigid I would just be hearing your swears in between points. Aww Quinners nervous but I’m glad he’s there. I’ll make sure to hit a ball at you guys at the end of the match hehe. Can I hug you again after my match?

Xo Lexi

hehe ok so new segment for our netflix show apparently, so this is kind of gonna be a long post

hehe you guys just completely ignoring the parents death glaring you bc you just want to watch me swim and don’t care what all the annoying parents think. so you’re just screaming like crazy and swearing lol. hehe yes def put braden in charge of the posters so they come out looking at least decent. lmao noooo don’t bring a megaphone the officials will hate you. also make sure you’re not cheering anytime between when the officials blow the short whistle until after we dive in or else they’ll be sooooo mad. haha everyone squeezing each other’s hands and complaining about it. lmao sorry quinner your hand and entire hockey career are being sacrificed for lexi to not get too nervous at my swim meet

hehe yes jamie and dyl need to distract me. like honestly just messing around and stuff when i come up to visit you guys in the stands. but then once i’m down on deck you guys won’t be allowed down there and plus at that point i’m kind of stretching and getting in the zone. lmao if they try to make fun of me bc of how i get ready i’ll just death glare them and then ignore them the rest of the night. hehe jamie offering to slap me before my race. sorry jamie but no, like i have a very specific way i do it, ik it’s weird but we all have our superstitions. yes please make them go get me chipotle and the costco squeezy applesauce bc those slap and also i have them before every race

ok yes at this point you, me, and kesh are all part of the team, so team celebration dinner after! yesss portillos and culvers are both top tier, so we’re all breaking our diets no matter which one we go too. and then jamie and dyl want to congratulate me more after ig 😏😏

hehe yes our jumping hug would be amazing! and then jamie and dyl would hug me and then eventually it would just turn into a huge team hug. so then you’re all at least a little wet lol. if you guys end up in the pool and get yelled at i take no responsibility, bc i’ll either be cooling down or struggling to take my tech suit off, which side note, is also extremely hard bc after you’ve been wearing it for a while it’s like a second skin and so it kind of hurts to take it off and you’re still trying not to rip it

lmaooo again the entire hockey team just showing up to a sporting event, but this time it’s your tennis match. and ofc you’d be hearing us all like swearing and cheering in between points, but esp me. also, sorry you’re not getting posters bc i’m not organized enough to get an entire hockey team to work together on posters, like i’m more chaotic than any of them. but we’ll support you in other ways, i promise. hehe quinner being so nervous and all the other guys chirping him for it, but then he gets the ball you hit to us at the end of the match. and yes ofc you can hug me again 💗

[grace-writes-shit]

In Your Hands (Draco Malfoy X Reader)

Request: Yayyy Potter fan~!!! I was wondering if you could do a Reader x Draco where the reader is super super super shy and soft and just a pure ball of innocence and purity (Like ya wanna hug them cause they so smol and pure) and many love the reader but their heart is set on their lovable boyfriend Draco??? Just pure pure fluff :3 thank you 💞💞💞

Words: 1048

Characters/Pairings: Draco x Reader, Fred Weasley, George Weasley

Warnings: Fluff, my man.

A/N: I’m sorry for my long absence. I’ve been going throw some stuff and writing honestly just seemed like the hardest thing to bring myself to do. But I’m working on bringing myself back and will try to fill the requests I still have. Thank you for your patience. 

The small figure of the Ravenclaw moved swiftly through the crowded hallways, classes were over and they had a date with their recently obtained boyfriend after. They smiled to themselves at the thought of the blonde Slytherin.

Draco Malfoy never seemed like the type to give a shy Ravenclaw any attention, especially a half-blood as they were. But after being paired up in potions, both of which excelled at, Draco was singing a different tune.

That is to say when they were alone. No one knew of their recent admission of feelings nor the fact they were even friends. It wasn’t as if Draco wanted to hide the fact that they were together, but he didn’t want word getting back to his father. 

No doubt the elder Malfoy would force them apart, breaking both the teenagers’ hearts. And (Y/N) was content with the secret courtship, as long as they had him in the night, then they could wait until they graduated. Then, they’d run away from the Malfoys and live together in a cottage in the country. 

Lost in thought, (Y/N) didn’t see the tall figures coming toward her until she ran into one. With a squeak and a deep blush, the Ravenclaw jumped back and apologized.

“I-I’m-I’m so sor, sorry!” Their head was bowed so all they saw were two pairs of tattered trainers. 

“Hey, (Y/N), it’s no problem!” The voice of Fred Weasley sounded above her, to the right.

“Yeah, we know we’re so magnetic that you couldn’t help but bump into us!” George was on the left.

Looking up, (Y/N) saw the two with charming grins on their faces, hands in their pockets with their sleeves rolled up. Truly an attractive sight. If her face wasn’t red before, it certainly was now.

These two were very popular. So popular that (Y/N) didn’t even know that the two knew their name. They were just a reclusive Ravenclaw after all. They always had people around them so it wasn’t surprising that they had a crowd of friends behind them. 

“U-Um….” (Y/N) didn’t know what to say. Having this many eyes on them sent their blood rushing to their face and the breath to leave their lungs. Their words stuck in their throat.

“We’re all going down to Hogsmeade, want to join us?” Fred asked with a grin.

“We’ll even treat you to a butterbeer! Sounds fun, yeah?” George added. 

How do you say no? They can’t say they have a date already; they’d ask with who. And they can’t say no because they have to study, that would make them look like a stiff. And just saying no would be rude in general. Oh, Godric. Since when was there such a lack of oxygen in the castle? 

“Don’t you Weasleys have anything better to do?” The voice behind them sent their heart soaring. Draco! They schooled their features but couldn’t quite hide the glimmer in their eyes. 

“What was that, Malfoy?” Fred glared over (Y/N)’s head at the younger boy. 

“You heard me. Back off, (Y/N) and I have a project for Potions to work on. And I’m not going to fail because of some red-headed pricks.” Draco laid a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder in a possessive way but was rather gentle. 

“As if someone like them would want to hang out with a prat like you!” George crossed his arms and widened his stance. It seemed like things were about to get ugly. 

“W-wait.” Their voice was just above a whisper, but they managed to get the three boys’ attention. “I-I prom-promised Draco I’d help tonight.”

The twins deflated and looked at each other before shrugging. 

“Well, if you ever change your mind, you know where our common room is,” They said together.

“They won’t,” Draco mumbled as they walked away. (Y/N) sighed and grabbed his hand, after making sure no one was around.

“Come on, Draco.”

After the incident, Draco led them to an empty classroom. Well empty of desks and chairs, but was filled with floating candles, cushions and blankets. The entire room was cozy as a fire crackled in the fireplace. Small snacks and fruit were spread out on a tray in front of the cushions.

Draco had them sit amongst the cushions, with them in between his legs. Their back rested against his chest as he ran his fingers through their hair. Their face was crimson as he whispered in their ear. 

He didn’t want to let them go. He never had anyone who showed him so much affection and love like they did. He wanted to show them how much he appreciated them choosing him. No one ever chose him. At least, just for the sake of him. Either people avoided him for who they thought he was, or they befriended him for the power of his parents. It was never just Draco. 

In their time, they spoke of nothing and everything, of time and space, and of music and magic. Together, they dined on strawberries and butterbeer, letting the alcohol warm their veins, along with their complete adoration for the other. 

(Y/N) was comfortable here. In Draco’s arms. Upon first meeting Draco, they didn’t know what to make of him. They, of course, were terrified of meeting someone new. Let alone someone with such a shady family reputation.

But (Y/N)’s mother always told her to never judge a book by its cover. And they are so glad that they didn’t. Draco was sweet and considerate. Always taking care to not pressure the nervous Ravenclaw. Even when they first met, he was nice. As nice as he could be in the eye of the public. So, he basically ignored them, while slowly falling in love with his Potions partner. 

His grip tightened around their waist, his forehead dropping to their shoulder. “Draco? Are you alright?” (Y/N) inquired, bringing up a hand to run through his hair. He caught the appendage and laced his fingers with theirs. Looking up, he locked eyes with his partner and kissed the back of their hand. Their face was red with hot embarrassment. 

“I love you.” He pressed another kiss to the inside of their wrist. Then their palm. A kiss of adoration and desire and one to symbolize that his heart is in their hands.

[yukiwrites]

Nowi, Getting Accepted into the Family

Thank you so much for your support as always, @xpegasusuniverse! This one was so much fun to write I got carried away! lkasçdmkas I hope you like it!

Summary: Before fulfilling their promise of traveling the world to enjoy all of its festivals, Nowi and Ricken had to go back to his estate to introduce the manakete into the family. While his Father was away at work, they were received by his Mother, who although found Nowi’s ears strange, didn’t make the connection at first...

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The Fell Dragon had been destroyed for good -- along with Robin's sacrifice, any hopes the Grimleal had of reviving their false god had turned to ashes. The Halidom grieved the loss of their master tactician -- and make no mistake, the Shepherds would not rest until they had found him.

However, life still had to go on. The rebuilding of Ylisse and Plegia would take a few years at the very least, so it was not as though they had many resources to spare in their searches.

Many Shepherds also had their own futures to see to; be that devoting themselves to study or training so they could rise in their ranks or by returning home to take over their family business.

Or to keep promises with their loved ones, as it was Ricken and Nowi's case.

Before exchanging their vows, they had promised to travel the world to enjoy and study any and all possible festivals they could find: Harvest festivals, Lover's Day Festival, Summer/Winter Solstice Festivals, Flower Festivals... all of them!

... But first, they had to return to Ricken's estate to report their marriage to his family. He was a noble, after all, albeit mostly by name only.

"Okay, Nowi, repeat after me: Euryphaessa." Ricken held his sweetheart's hand as they were shown into his family's state.

Nowi protruded her lips, squinted and frowned. "Uryfneas- Aw, I can't do this, Ricken! Why did your dumb family have to have such a complicated name?!" She threw her hands upwards, taking Ricken's own with them.

Pouting, Ricken stomped his foot on the floor. "It's not dumb! And you gotta learn how to say it! You're part of the family now!"

"B-but it's so hard! Can't I just direct the person asking my family's name to you since you'll always be with me anyway? I'll be like 'youuuu can just ask my hubby here, he knows a lot more than me!' and we'll all be happy!"

"No, no, no! You gotta learn!"

Nowi's cheeks puffed twice the size of Ricken's. "My tongue can't make these complicated sounds! Human names are so hard; why can't we just have our own names and be done with it?!"

Reddening, ready to pick a fight, Ricken got on his toes to gain a slight height advantage over his newly-wed. "Well, see here! The history of our family -- your family, too! -- is extense and our lands cover-" He pointed with his index to her nose, not realizing that they had stopped walking in the middle of the hall of the Euryphaessa mansion.

In front of them, a tall, copper-haired woman cleared her throat to attract their attention. "Am I interrupting something, dear son of mine?"

Hearing his Mother, Lady Calylea’s voice made Ricken suddenly lose all of the air he had taken, quite literally shrinking back into his short height. "M-Mother! Hi! It's, um, it's good to see you!"

"Honestly," the woman took a few steps towards her boy, grasping him into a tight hug. "I haven't seen you in almost four years and that's how you come back home? Arguing with the one I can only assume is your beloved?"

"M-Motherrr! I'm not a child anymore, you can't just hug me like that in front of everyone!" He struggled to get away from the woman's grip, though from an outsider's eye he just looked like a kitten wanting out of its mother's embrace.

Nowi put one index over her lower lip, pouting slightly. "Why not? I wanted MY mom to hug me like that, too."

Ricken suddenly stopped struggling, remembering what Nowi had said about the seemingly loss of her family and how she didn't want to be left alone any longer. Instantly did the hostile feelings melt away, quite literally opening his eyes to see the lonely girl he had proposed to.

"I-I'm sorry about that outburst earlier, Nowi." Free from his mother's arms, Ricken trotted to his wife's side, taking her hand. "It's okay to take your time to say the name of our family. You'll be one of us forever, anyway."

Uncharacteristically bashful, Nowi looked down at their handhold, intertwining their fingers. "Mhm. I'm sorry for calling it 'dumb', too. It's not dumb if it's important to you."

"Ah, youth!" Lady Calylea clapped lovingly, quickly patting both young ones' backs. "Now, let us move to a tea room, shall we? I wager you have much to tell me now that you're home for good! And I cannot wait to hear more about my new in-law, either!"

"Weh? For good? But we're gonna go travel right away!" Nowi blurted out as they were seen into the tea room, the alluring smell of freshly baked sweets and warm beverage making her sit by the round table to stuff her face with them.

The Lady frowned, looking from her in-law to her son. "Ricken, what is this about?"

"Uh, I think I told you before, Mother? About how I was gonna come home to get a few funds to travel... I know we don't have much to spare and I don't want to ask for much, but only for the start of our journey, I'd like to have a bit more money-"

"Ohhh, so this 'funds' thing you kept saying is 'money'!" Nowi placed a closed fist over her open palm as though making the discovery of the century. But her bright expression immediately clouded. "Huh? But why do you need money? I don't need money when I travel..."

"Wha- Nowi?!" He started citing examples, lifting one finger for each term. "For transport-"

"I can just fly us there!"

"- for food-"

"You don't need to buy food... I can just, like, eat a whole cow or something."

"-for lodging- Hey, don't go around eating other people's cows! What about their business?!"

"Besides, Donny taught me how to hunt! We don't need money- and I wouldn't eat someone's cow, silly! Just a wild one or something. Maybe a horse. I don't really wanna eat wyverns, though... What if they're my cousins or something."

A macaroon fell from Lady Calylea’s hand as she watched her son and his wife talking all at the same time -- about the most absurd topics! What did she mean eat an entire cow or being COUSINS with wyverns?!

All of her noble training went into action as she managed not to break down in a nervous laughter. "Ri...cken? My dear son, what is going on? Surely you can explain to your mother the reason why your beloved is saying all of this-"

Nowi quickly turned to her in-law with an expression that could only be discerned as looking down on someone. Maybe for their ignorance. Perhaps she was laughing, too. Calylea couldn't tell very well from how her eyesight blurred from all the stimuli. "Huh? I'm a dragon! Didn't my ears give it away?" Nowi touched their pointy bits with her sweet-stained fingers, smearing a bit of chocolate- or perhaps vanilla -- onto them.

"Nowi, you're making a mess-" Ricken cleaned her ears by instinct, immediately blinking to turn to his mother. "Oh, Mother, she's a-"

"D-dragon?" Lady Calylea stuttered, her eyebrow flickering.

"Yeah! You know, like grrrh." Nowi made a clawing movement with her hand.

Ricken and Calylea both exchanged glances, though their expressions could not be more opposite of each other. "What-"

"Like, grrrrh!" She pawned again, growling slightly. It made Ricken blush with endearment at the same time his Mother lost the color on her face.

"You married a manakete?! A holy, immortal being-" Calylea choked on her own words, quickly prostrating herself on the ground. "Oh, forgive my rudeness, O mighty-"

"M-mother?!"

"Oh! Oh no no no, she's worshiping me, please don't worship me!" Nowi lied down on the floor in front of Calylea’s deep bowing position, looking at her from below. "Okay? Please don't worship me? I'm, like, a thousand years old or something, but I'm really just Nowi, okay?" She placed both indexes over her cheeks, smiling foolishly. "Okay?!"

"H-however, my Lady-"

Panicking slightly, Nowi quickly shut Calylea up with both of her hands. "B-besides, you're my family now, right? My- my Mother-in-law? That's too long, so I'm just gonna call you Mom from now on, okay? I don't really remember my Mom and I've been alone for so long; please don't push me away by worshiping me, okay? Okay?! ... Mom?"

If one could actually see it, Lady Calylea felt as though an arrow had pierced through her heart. True, Nowi was somewhat of an ancient and sacred being, but she also was her son's wife and she... looked so small and lonely...

Something clicked inside the Lady, making her blink lovingly, as though a 'Mom Switch' had been flipped. She slowly took Nowi's hands from her mouth, smiling motherly to the young-looking girl. "Of... of course, Nowi. If that's how you want it, then by all means, you can call me 'Mom'. I'm sure we'll get along swimmingly from now on."

"Yayyy! I have a new Mom now!" The manakete jumped up, hugging Calylea with everything she had. "I can't wait to show our kid to you! Nah's gonna love having a granny!"

Calylea started foaming through the mouth instantly. "A g-grandchild!? RICKEN?!"

[idealisticrealism]

Blindspot 3x04 recap

Aka ‘You probably should have just watched 3x03 again, Laura’

Okay, clearly I don’t do well with deadlines. Despite having 2 weeks to do it, I’m still doing this last minute, so it’s gonna be a fairly short one. Not to mention that this wasn’t exactly my favourite episode, so I may have fewer thoughts about it than others... but there’s definitely a few thoughts I do wanna share, so here goes. 

At first I thought that little girl was Alice but then realised all the many reasons why that made no sense. Instead we get introduced to a bomber guy who is clearly gonna be relevant to the ep despite just seemingly blowing himself up...

Oooh Jane came out with the truth about Roman calling her. Nice, honey. I’m proud of your openness. I wonder if Weller noticed she was acting weird last night, since it’s morning now? Also dude she gave him yet another perfect opening to tell her about Berlin and he didn’t take it!!!! Literally no matter what happened in Berlin, his staying silent about it is bad enough in itself. Dude you are setting yourself up for a big fall here!

Naww I love that Zapata is always checking in on Patterson. Ugh, these sisters. And instead of forcing her to take a break, like all the others would have tried to do, she just asks how she can help. I just love these two. I love that Zapata helps her see things from a different angle and gives her a plan to follow. Poor Patterson is so determined to make it up to Stuart and she needs all the help she can get

God I love Hirst’s accent. But dude what is happening with this scene. How have she and Reade been on such close terms that they had a bet that involved potentially shaving her head?? That’s the kind of thing you agree on whilst drunk. Have these two gotten drunk together?? What is going on. Also she legit takes the ugly jumper thing and agrees to wear it to a meeting?? At work, at the FBI?? With executive people?? That just feels very unlikely. Also dude she basically just said ‘hey Reade if you’ve done any shady shit make sure it’s buried deep because we’re gonna have people looking into us’. Wow.

Anyway my lil genius has cracked a tatt, which relates to the bomber guy we just saw before. Lol the guy’s ex wife nailed him by recognising his handwriting and tipping off the cops. You go, girl. Now though Patterson’s smarts they’ve found a van in some particular car park in Brooklyn, and lol Weller’s doing the bombsquad thing for some unknown reason. All that’s in the van is a letter though-- to the bomber’s daughter, from the bomber. He’s not really dead. Dun dun dunnnnnnn (lol get it bc his last name is Dunn haha)

Oh boy we’re actually seeing the wedding video. I don’t know whether to roll my eyes or melt into a puddle, but tbh I’m a little more leaning towards the eye rolling. I like that Zapata and Reade are doing theirs together, because I imagine they were both like ‘you go first, no you go  first, no you go I don’t know what to say’ so they just went in together. And lol ‘what do you even do in Colorado’ (right tho??) and ugh they’re so looking forward to being part of Jeller’s future and Reade even tells them he loves them (sidenote I like his earrings) and they say ‘don’t screw this up’ which kinda just hurts to hear because man did they screw it up real bad. Also Patterson ‘videobombing’ is the best lol. But I wanna know what happens in between the cuts! Where’s the director’s cut of this vid? haha

Lol Zapata giving Weller shit about the bombsquad thing (right tho????) and then also giving Jane shit, saying that she was surprised she didn’t squeeze into the suit and go with him. Ugh Zapata is so great this season already, can she just be like this forever? I’m still confused about Hirst’s ugly sweater sitch and why this is even being included. Is it to show her bond with Reade/the team? To show she’s a good sport?? Why Gero what are you trying to sayyy. Also they found the bomber’s daughter (who has had some trouble with the law herself) and they’re gonna bring her in to try find the bomber or whatever

Roman is looking dapper and heads into some fancy event as his new Tom persona. And then he meets Blake, the gorgeous hostess of the event, and who was also another former ‘LA Complex’ character-- fun fact she played the long-lost sister of Jonathan Patrick Moore’s character, so technically her and Roman’s siblings kind of dated. Ish. But ugh he’s being all cute and charming and weirdly Australian and she’s clearly liking it. She has such a great smile, it lights up her whole face. Aaaand the moment she walks away he’s off doing something sneaky, bc of course he is.

The bomber’s daughter is being recalcitrant, naturally. Goes with the territory. Weller and Reade are interrogating together which is nice, I like my good boys playing together. Glad to see Weller isn’t being such a butt. Anyway turns out her dad doesn’t drop the letters himself but has someone do it for him, and there’s an emergency signal for if she needs help. So they go to the park and they’re so cute all loitering about ‘undercover’. And I like that Jane can tell from across the park that Weller isn’t happy with the situation. Naww, so married.  Based on Weller’s gut they all move out, looking for the drop guy. Of course it’s Jane that spots him-- and does he spot the daughter, or Jane?? I can’t tell which he’s looking at. She loses him momentarily and then next thing he’s got a gun on her-- only he recognises her, his tone surprised but not hostile when he says ‘Remi?’ So they knew each other in the Sandstorm days?? He’s definitely not pleased to see her working with the cops though…

Oh boy. Now Weller is on the wedding vid and okay it’s pretty damn cute. And ugh he said the thing about her being his starting point AND end point and ughhh how many of us included a line like that in our fics?? But ugh he loves her so muuuch and he’s so emotional and amazed and happy to be marrying her ugh

Okay after that brief interlude we’re back to the suspect guy. What has this guy been in? I recognise him. And he seems to actually like Remi/Jane, which is why I think she is able to get the jump on him. I always love Jane being a badass. I wanna know what happens right after this tho-- like does she radio/call the team and be like ‘hey guys come to the house across the street I’ve incapacitated our suspect’ and Weller is all like ‘are you okay?????’ while the Reade is hoping that she managed to do it without drawing attention or injuring him too badly, and Zapata’s just miffed bc she didn’t get to kick any butt lol. Back at the lab Patterson fills them in-- he’s a dude that’s wanted in like seven countries for “like, all of the crimes” hahahaha. I love the way she said that. Zapata’s kinda impressed with him since according to the CIA he’s the go-to guy for forged documents. Then Reade sends Jeller in to do the interrogation and tbh I’m kinda getting used to Reade giving the orders. It’s pretty much like hearing Weller’s voice come out of his mouth lol. And then aw their suspect is kinda sad that Jane doesn’t remember him, bc he was like an uncle to her? And then omg he says “that summer, in Kalispell, up on Flathead lake” and dude I was literally just there in July??? My friend has friends like an hour from Kalispell and we all went rafting together at Flathead. Yayyy Montana. I love when slightly more obscure places I’ve been get mentioned haha. Jane tries to get him back on track and he just keeps reminiscing. Clearly he knew them when they were pretty young-- he says he did her adoption, so however old they were when Shepherd took them in I guess? Sounds like he wasn’t a huge fan of Shepherd tho which I approve of haha. Too bad he won’t tell them anything about the bomber guy.

Again Patterson and Zapata are having one of their little vibing moments and they realise the suspect must have had a ‘go bag’ somewhere. And Zapata being the kickass FBI and CIA trained badass that she is, realises that it’s hidden in the seat of his car. Lol she even uses the CIA lingo. And then omg Patterson just whips out a butterfly knife from her pocket?? Lord that is so damn cool. I wish I could be cool like her and carry one of those around but alas carrying knives is illegal in my country. Ugh then they find his stuff and high five over it and I just love them so much

Hirst is arguing with some bigwig guy who wants to take away their suspect bc of his other crimes and ugh I could listen to her talk all day. I’m proud of her for saying ‘you all’ and not ‘y’all’ to him haha. Lol Weller tries to tell the dude he can’t take them and errrr Weller I think he’s a little above you on the foodchain, buddy. Anyway Patterson calls them into the lab-- they stuff they found includes a coded ‘black book’ of his transactions. I love that she calls Zapata ‘00Z’ haha. And then they figure out from the cypher thing that the bomber is in Ithaca, bc Patterson is a genius, of course

Uh oh. They’ve arrived at the place in Ithaca and the local fuzz are all over it instead of keeping the perimeter-- they apparently found a bomb which has also supposedly already been disarmed. Well that was quick. Also omg the guy calls Tasha darling and her face is all ‘bitch please’ and Weller shoots her a look like ‘please don’t kill him, please don’t kill him’ lol. And Reade puts a hand out to settle her lol. They get in and it’s a pretty basic bomb, then as the dudes go to lift it Weller realises it’s a decoy and yells for everyone to get out--  and good thing it’s a room with a lot of exits bc Weller and the main cop go through one, Zapata pushes another cop through another, and Reade and Jane go through another. Not sure about the last cop, but he’s probably fine bc ~magic~

Oh now it’s Jane’s turn for the vid. And omg she immediately makes a sex/dirtytalk joke??? Wow girl, you’re really opening up, aren’t you? But ugh she never thought she would have this and she’s so emotional about it and she’s like halfway through a sentence when Weller walks in?? And I know this should be adorable and all but I’m kinda mad about it? Like he already had his chance to share everything he felt without being interrupted, but now whatever she was gonna say is lost bc he felt that he was entitled to butt in?? And then she jokes that he thought she’d run away and he said he’d never let that happen bc he’d ‘never let her out of his sight’ which tbh I do not like??? Firstly it hurts bc she DOES leave, but also it feels kinda weird and possessive and like a ‘you will never be free of me’ kinda thing? Feels more stifling than romantic. But whatevs just gonna let that one slide right on past

Back at the bomb house, Weller is immediately searching for Jane, and belatedly remembering to check on everyone else haha. Zapata emerges, lookin kinda fine with all those soot stains, then a cop stumbles past  and Reade stands up. Assuming the other cop who was saved by Zapata gets out fine, then that just leaves Jane. Who is unmoving on the floor, and ugh Weller’s voice gets all small and wobbly and he’s all ‘no, no’ and goddammit writers can you not? Then she miraculously regains consciousness under his touch and he cups her face in his hands as she tells him she’s okay and then he hugs her to his chest and nope I do not need this in my life please stop

Why do these guys all look so great covered in dirt and soot?? They’re back to the NYO with the news that their bomber guy has a bunch of bomb stuff (surprise!) and is likely planning an attack. They split up and Weller finds Jane in the locker room icing her bruised ribs, and he knows right away that it’s not the injury that’s bothering her-- it’s Roman. Nice hubby senses, Weller. Ooh interesting she says that she doesn't care  about her past bc she finds nothing but pain in it, which makes me feel like this Rossi guy is going to reveal something big and kinda positive to her about her past. And then ugh she says that right now, them, is what she cares about and ughhhh why they gotta be so cute? Tho again I take issue with Weller-- this time with calling her perfect. Jane knows she’s not perfect, so why not say that he loves her as she is, imperfections and all? But whatevs. He promises her a lifetime full of perfect moments though and okay that’s pretty sweet with the heart eyes and the hand kissing and ugh he loves her so much and yet he’s STILL lying about Berlin and I haaaaate it

Oooh we’re back at Roman’s charity event. And ugh Blake is so cute and she’s a good auctioneer and she auctions off a little bracelet and she clearly knows the little girl who made it quite well, and cared about her particularly, I think? And her jokes are so sweet and I love that she gets them to start bidding and then bam here’s ‘Tom’ with a $20,000 bid and says that he ‘likes wishes’ so cutely and omg the way she’s looking at him rn is just so-- Oh no I ship it. Why do I ship this I mean it’s like a terrible idea but wow I do. Oh noooooooooo

Patterson called Zapata to the lab even though their tests re the bomber are still ‘marinating’, because she wants to talk to her about Operation Cuttlefish (aka their investigation into Stuart’s murder) and lol she tries to give a nerdy explanation of cuttlefish’s camouflage ability but Zapata is like ‘good lord just show me’ lol. Turns out a bunch of things have been meddled with and now they both wonder whether there could be another leak in their taskforce. Man, this office is leakier than a damn sieve….

What, Hirst even made a video entry? Really? Ok, I guess. I do love listening to her talk. And lol she says ‘y’all’ this time. Patterson again videobombs with shots and also to inform everyone that she met a guy named Jonathan Walker Blue and that they’re in love and I was literally about to make a comment about how that’s a weird name and that I wanted to hear more about this guy, when I suddenly realised that I’m an idiot and she was referring to Johnnie Walker Blue. The whiskey. Lord that went right over my head the first time haha. Then Hirst goes on to say that they’re an amazing team and even though they’re gonna have hard times, they’ll lean on each other. “To the good times and the bad, may love rule mightily over both” and lbr that’s totally gonna be a theme for the season (and the show as a whole) isn’t it

So they’ve discovered that the bomber is planning to bomb a university in the city within the next hour, and while they were about to waste a lot of time evacuating all the campuses, Patterson discovers that the colours on the materials that the bomber had on his workbench were the same as the colours for the metro university so he must have been making an ID badge for there, giving them their target. And lol Weller is giving all the orders and then is just like ‘okay you heard the boss’ (meaning Reade) and it’s like well I think we all know who is really running the show here…

Aaaaahhh Blake comes to deliver the bracelet personally to Tom bc she has the epic hots for him and omg THIS FLIRTING IS SO FREAKIN SMOOTH I CAN’T. And then she gets all earnest and is trying to ~understand~ him (because she liiiiiiiiiikes him) and ugh they move in closer and there’s more flirting and then he tells her about Tom’s backstory of fighting in Afghanistan and inheriting money from a friend who died and wanting to use it for a good cause and oh god she’s falling like a rock for him and I DIG IT. FOR STUPID MASOCHISTIC REASONS. Seriously gimme more of this, Gero. (Ship name: Take?? Blam?? lol). And then ugh he asks her how the wish bracelet works and then when she explains he ties it on HER wrist and tells her she deserves the wish more than he does and I’m????? So into this???? Which is ridiculous bc it’s all a total lie but damn it’s just so cute and she’s basically swooning and then she offers to buy him a drink and they joke about the open bar and ughhhhhhhhh why. Why must I want this. And then he says he can’t because (sadly) he has a plane to catch and ughhh I’m bummed about it. But then again, the old ‘leave em wanting more’ thing does have merit, so maybe we’ll see…. Oh aaaaand he’s tracking her with a GPS he planted in the bracelet bc the whole thing was a ruse. Of course. Dammit, Roman, why you gotta crush all my dreams

Back at the lab, Patterson realises that Roman gave them the clue to crack the bomber’s manifesto, because all the older manifestos use the same code. Also literally how was anyone meant to crack that code without that very random and specific picture?? But eh. So now they know that the bomb is under the medical building at the university and man that’s just mean. You know how hard it is to evacuate a hospital??? That crap takes forever. But anyway damn Zapata and Reade are looking like a really badass team rn. Zapata gets slammed into the wall by the bomber guy (rude) but Reade shoots him just before he can shoot her. Phew. Unfortunately now this means that Jane and Weller are disarming the bomb on their own….

Lol it’s finally time for drunk!Patterson to get to have her say on the video, and of course she mentions D&D. Apparently Jane is an elf paladin and Weller is a dwarf monk. What’s the bet that Ashley herself chose those characters?  I kinda wanna look up their abilities and characteristics now. And ugh she just loves them and believes they can do anything and she’s just the sweetestttttt

And now Jeller have 80 seconds to disarm the bomb, which has an anti tamper device which requires them to work as a perfect team in order not to set it off haha. Symbolism, symbolism everywhere. Also lol Weller, saying ‘steady’ over and over doesn’t really help buddy. And then they pull each of their wires (as advised by Patterson, bc no one would get through anything without her) at the exact same time, staring at each other as the timer hits zero. Sidenote but anyone here used to watch Castle?? Can’t help but  think of the scene in S3 where Caskett hold hands in front of the bomb and then Castle disarms it by yanking out all the wires. Anyway, different OTP, different time. Then Jane is giving Weller a look and tells him that disarming the bomb with him was kinda hot and he pulls her into his arms and lol they’re getting off on this and Patterson is like ‘Mom! Dad! Stop, I can hear you!’ hahaha. But they don’t care bc they’re already making out haha.

Ooooh the fancy schmancy dude from the other organisation is back to tell them that Rossi escaped from his custody, which they’re all pissed at him for, bc now they have to help fix his screw up. But I only care about Patterson not-very-subtly pulling Zapata away from the bullpen mouthing ‘CUTTLEFISH’ lol. And lolll Zapata's like ‘god I’m the only adult in this place’ haha. Patterson has discovered that the anonymous tip from their last case (the one from Karen about the train crash, I assume, not Rich’s sneaky fake tip lol) was wrongfully marked as low priority on the database-- so someone in the FBI is doing this tampering? Idk I don’t think I’m following along very well lol

Ugh I’m actually mad at Weller for fast forwarding through Patterson’s message on their wedding video??? Like clearly he’s watched it before (probably many times, whilst drunk, and always laughing bitterly at the part where he tells her he won’t let her out of his sight, and ouch I made myself sad) but Jane clearly hasn’t seen it since she asks how long it goes on for. And then they basically ignore the rest of what Patterson’s saying anyway in favour of having a little chit chat. Sigh so rude. It is cute though how Jane is teasing Weller about not ever saying lovely things like in the video. And dude clearly I am wired a little bit oddly but for the split second when he moved fast I almost thought he was going to hit her, which makes no sense at all and once that tiny fraction of a second passed I was like ‘aww he’s playing around with her and being cute and silly, how adorable’ and then I’m sure he was gonna say some more sweet things and then demand apology kisses, but instead suddenly there’s Roman on the screen. And mmmmmm isn’t it symbolic that the two of them, having been all tangled up in each other, suddenly separate when Roman appears?? I see what you did there, Gero. But okay I literally cannot get over Roman’s little decorating effort. Like I know this is supposed to be a grim moment but I am almost wheezing over his lil fairy lights and flowers and handwritten sign?? He could have just appeared in front of a blank wall but nope he is just that Extra. I love him.  Not cool of him to tell Jane she’s broken and tell Weller that their relationship is built on lies, though. But omg he literally toasts them with what I assume is champagne and lol this is hilarious. Err, I mean, it’s terrible, sorry Jeller….

Oooh Zapata wants to hang with Reade for drinks but he tells her he’s already home-- only for her to see him a moment later with fancy schmancy dude from before, and immediately gets all suspicious. My head says we’re supposed to suspect there’s dirty dealings going on but my heart says ‘gay love affair’. Though lbr there could be some dirty dealings involved in that, too lol

A mysterious envelope has been slipped under the Jeller's door. And Jane, seasoned FBI consultant and ninja warrior, just goes right ahead and picks it up with her bare hands. Really? No thought for fingerprints or anthrax or anything? Fine, whatevs. But hold up, it’s from Rossi, about some secret that he thinks she deserves to know.  Weller comes over just as she pulls out some birth records-- and BAM, turns out Rossi organised the adoption not of Remi and Roman, but of Remi’s daughter, 18 years ago. Ohhhhhhh boy. I feel like Gero is actually literally Oprah rn-- you get a daughter! And YOU get a daughter! Daughters for everybody!!!! And as legitimately terrible as this plot decision is, I hate it somewhat less given that Weller’s spawn also exists. I mean, at least instead of just one of them having a child outside the relationship, then now both do, which balances things out a bit? I literally can’t believe I even am in the situation of having to write that sentence but this is where we are now. This is what you did to me, Gero. Ugh.

Well. Interested to see tonight’s ep. Here’s some spoilers you might not have caught yet: Reade’s estranged twin, Duane, comes demanding that Reade donate him his kidney or he’ll die; Zapata falls into a brief coma after a rollerblading accident and awakens only able to speak German; Patterson turns out to be a chihuahua piloting a very convincing android; and Hirst admits that she is actually Canadian and not from the South at all, eh. Can’t wait!

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Outlander Epi 3.05 Recap

Freedom & Whisky are my kind of Saturday night

All that was good, all that was fair, all that was me is gone. Gone to grab a big box of tissues.  Be right back. 

Without a doubt, I feel the execution of this episode was complete perfection.  Written by the genius that is Toni Graphia, she leads us willingly on the journey with Claire, as she makes the biggest decision of her life.  Enjoy!

Boston, December 1968.  Squeamish people needed to be putting the kids to bed at this point as Joe and Claire battle like the surgical gods they are, to save  some poor lady from an early grave.  Nasty necrosis (dead tissue). 

Bree's teacher is being poetic about Paul Revere which should have the students transfixed, right? *cough Bree looks bored out of her tiny mind.  She's doodling gothic archways which is totally believable right? I mean forget hearts with "I Love Plaid"  or " BR + RW 4Eva" no, Bree is all about the arches. As they break for Christmas, Professor Nosey pulls Bree aside and wants to know why she's suddenly flunking her grades.  Bree is typically reluctant to spill the beans and even after he drops the old " your Dad told me to keep an eye on you creepy sentiment" Bree remains schtumm. Go Bree!

Bree is missing Frank.  Word! We all miss that chocolate voiced, vision of turtle-necked creases too, Hen.  His chair, his pipe, the pictures of him with baby Bree pulls on the heartstrings like a marionette puppet doing Zumba.

Claire is also reminiscing about her husband, no not Frank, the other one, the hot Scot.  Joe, who has a radar for all things Claire, asks her 'sup'?  She confesses she had a Highland Fling but fate stepped in.  Joe states "F*ck fate" as he senses there is more to this juicy story & hopes Claire's willing to dish but her shift is over ie she really doesn't want to talk about it.  Yet.

Roger, on the quest of intercontinental pastry research, turns up at Claire & Bree's house unannounced.  No time for biscuits Roger, Bree is wanting to move out and leave Harvard.  Caught in the crossfire, Roger watches on as Bree yells at her Mum that she just needs a break.  She's not the same person as she was before Scotland and needs time to deal with it. Check under her bed for fronds of Heather, plaid stockpiles and empty Whisky bottles Claire!! 

Claire ignores the glaring warning signs and just starts drinking away her fears.  She insists Roger stays and they bond over more beverages.  Roger is great. He's Claire's puppy- loyal, friendly and always turning up with a bone.  That said, Roger is really an historian and took it upon himself to keep looking for Jamie, when Claire & Bree left Scotland (I'm sure the idea of winning Bree's exclusivity never crossed his mind *cough) .  Anyway, Gingo! He found him.  Turns out Mr Fraser aka Claire's baby daddy was still alive and was operating a printshop in Edinburgh. 

Claire didn't exactly jump for joy at the news and I'm sure Roger was suddenly wondering if Fiona was baking.  She makes a mean chocolate chip bikky. Plus, he'd have a saner life than with these Randall cray crays.  In the end though, Claire didn't think she could up & leave Bree, especially now she was exhibiting serious mental instability.  She forbade further discussion about his findings.

Back at the hospital Joe is decorating his office for Halloween which is a bit late as it's now Christmas, silly.  His desk is a display of bones his anthropologist mate sent him, to give an opinion on possible cause of death.  Claire picks up the skull and shudders.  She 'feels' the bones belong to a 150 year old murder victim.  Joe says the 200 year old bones were found in a cave in the Caribbean and somebody tried to 'cut her head clean off'.  What was most intriguing was the bones were from a white lady. *storing that for later episodes.

Joe's also keen to hear more about Lady Jane's hot Scottish fling, the pervert.   Claire finally confesses said Scot is Bree's real father and Bree had just found out.  Joe stupidly asks if she still loves him (Duh!) and Claire says she never stopped (Double Duh!).  As Joe has watched her live like a nun for 15 years then she should get back on the horse or under that kilt, quick smart.

Boston TV has sucked Roger in and when Bree pops by, he's engrossed.  She apologises for being a cow and he lets it slide.  He's a simple lad who came for an Amercian Christmas.  You know with those well known American traditions at Christmas like lobster rolls and Boston cream pies.  Bree must think he's getting fat though as she just offers him a drink and a walk around Harvard.

At Harvard, Bree is fascinated with the architecture again and Roger tries to help her deal with dead and/or unknown fathers just like he did. Bree is obviously not a fan of any kind of history now and wants a better grasp of just the plain facts, so she can know who she really is.

While at Harvard, they attend a Fellowship ceremony in Frank's honour. Claire, Bree & Roger turn up for the snazzy company & biscuits.  At Harvard, Frank was known for his research in the field of European Studies, in particular the rise and fall of European dynasties in the early modern period thus cementing him as a leading historian on both sides of the Atlantic. Interesting indeed.  What did Frank really know? Hmmm?  He better have left some notes!

Claire is unwittingly introduced to Sandy, Candy or Mandy (Frank's mistress) who takes the opportunity to have a pissing competition with Claire.  She also has a go at Claire for not letting Frank go, so she and Frank could have been happy.  SCMandy has a good point.  Instead, Claire forced them all to live a lie for 20 years.  We'd give anything to have just one more scene with the big lug too, SCMandy (insert group hug) *sob

Bree knows about SCMandy too and makes Claire face the truth.  Claire confesses he loved the hoor and was going to get hitched to her.  Bree being the child she is, thinks it's all about her.  Claire sets her straight though and said Frank idolised her, as did she.  So snap out of the pity-party, you little ginger nut.

Claire decides to take that opportunity to show Bree the bone/printing article that Roger found.  Bree seems thrilled with the news and says Claire should go to Jamie now.  Claire says she can't leave Bree, she's needed.  No!  Bree's wearing her big girl panties now, so off you shoo Claire, get those cobwebs cleared.

Claire still mulls it over and after seeing the Moon landing, discusses the possibility of going through the stones and what that would mean to both her and Bree. Bree knows it won't be easy without Claire and in discovering more about herself, wants Claire to go and tell Jamie everything.  Claire gave Jamie up for Bree and now Bree wants to give him back to Claire.  Whew.  Cancel the white truck & straight jacket.  Bree will be ok. Yayyy!

Claire, now resigned to leaving Bree & like any woman who faces meeting her first love after 20 years apart, wants to know if she still puts the Sass in Sassenach.   She asks her BFF Joe if he thinks she's still sexually attractive. He happily declares that "for a skinny white broad, with too much hair and a nice arse, Jamie will be in heaven". #AlwaysTakeAJoe

Preparations for Claire's departure soon take precedence and lucky it's Christmas.  Claire now has ye olde coins for Edinburgh, a book on Scottish history and a topaz necklace to help her on her way.  She's also pilfered scalpels and penicillin from the Hospital because 18th century hygiene. 

With so much stuff to carry, Claire gets out her trusty Singer for a sewing fest.  She's a practical Dr McGyver and remembers all too well how shitty weather was back then. Roger points out she needs a utility belt like Batman's.  They cleverly roll the Batman theme tune here (flashback to my childhood) as Claire is creating her super, weather-proofed, highland frock that would make RM Williams envious (inventor of the Drizabone).  No bumroll needed, it looks like she could carry the kitchen sink in there.  BAT-MAAAAN! 

Oprah would have been proud of the mini makeover Claire gives herself and with a quick home dye job she's ready to leap at some rocks!  Bree and Roger give her the green light and admire the bat suit.  Claire is still being twitchy about it but Bree says Jamie will love it.  Claire doesn't escape taking one last white item, a shirt of Bree's.  Lucky she's only borrowing it Bree! *she'll never see that again.

Not being a completely horrid parent, Claire hands over the house deed and bank accounts to Bree.  She decides to go to Scotland on her own so that her trip through the stones is peaceful.  If Bree was with her, she'd never go.  Bree tells Claire to give Jamie a kiss from her.  As a final gesture, Claire gives Bree the Scottish pearls that she got from Jamie on their wedding night. They give a final toast to Freedom & Whisky.  Slainte!

Claire struggles to the taxi, hesistating and taking one last look back at Bree and Roger in the window.  *pass the tissues please

Bree seeks comfort with Roger and he's glad he made the trip.  She goes to the kitchen to gather her composure and returns with a Santa hat on, a Christmassy smile and some treats for Roger.  In return he gives her A Christmas Carol novel.  They share a kiss. Awwwww!

Claire's journey through the stones is not shown in this episode which is fine as the next five minutes of tv was everything we book fans had been waiting a vera long time for.  She arrives by metaphor, stepping into a puddle (an opening into a fathomless space aka the great unknown) as she exits the stage coach from Inverness in downtown, thriving Edinburgh. 

After asking a local for directions to the Printshop, where Jamie was hopefully working, Claire heads to Carfax Close.  Her hesitation is palpable.  What if he's not there?  What if it's not him?  She spots the Print shop sign and is visibly relieved at the sight of it.  It's beginning to look a lot like Gingermas!

Making her way up the stairs as if they are about to collapse, she pauses at the front door.  We are all shouting "Get in there before we burst" and she moves forward.  (I held my breath at this point.)  Inside the shop, the doorbell warns of her entrance.  A big, Scottish, man-voice pipes up from the back room "Is that you, Geordie?".  Claire instantly recognises the dulcet tones of a Fraser and heads to the workroom window.  Down below, we see Jamie examining some printing, rabbiting to himself/Geordie.  Meanwhile, Claire is trying not to self-combust with Squeee. She manages to squeak out "It isn't Geordie, it's me..... Claire" as Jamie slowly turns in disbelief.  Eye contact!  We have eye contact!  Claire is grinning/crying happy tears.  We, the audience are sobbing with utter delight (yes, read the books, wait many years and then watch this episode).  Jamie grabs the table for support and fails.  Fainting to the floor like a wet rag soaked in whisky. 

The End.  PS We have to wait for two whole weeks for the next episode. 

Send Whisky! 

[blytheandherbrain]

The Old Photo (BarryKramerxReader)

Notes: Keep in mind that this is the first ever one-shot I wrote, transferred over to Tumblr from my Wattpad page. It is most definitely not perfect, but it brings back memories. This was originally a 3 part imagine, but I’ve made it all one, separated by breaks. the little ~these things~ are only here because I used to write with them, so treat them however you wish. Y/N- your name Y/L/N- your last name Y/N/N- your nickname Y/S/N- your sibling’s name Y/C/N- your channel name I/D/H- insert degree here

Request: None/From My Own Brain

Summary: You’ve been in love with a boy since you were 6 years old, however, that is also when you left him, moving to Minnesota. Now that you are officially an adult and fresh out of college, you burn some time and get a job, conveniently working alongside him. 

Word Count: 3,000+

Masterlist

Your P.O.V. (Second P.O.V.)

~Remember back to when you were 6 years old. That's where this will start~

You laughed as the little boy you had been playing with, landed a perfect flip off of the best swing in this park. "Yayyy! Good job Bear! Teach me please?" You questioned staring into his blue-green eyes.

"I dunno, I might have to go soon..."

"But Barryyyyyy,"

"Fine. But only for a little bit," he responds while giggling at your sudden transition from a pouty face, to an extremely excited one.

You, being the quick learner that you are, had soon perfected the little trick and called your mother over so you could both show-off. "Mommy! Come look at what my new friend taught me!"

"Hmm?" Your mother looked up from her book to watch you guys. You both successfully landed as she clapped and laughed at your scared face when you had almost lost your balance.

You turned towards Barry as your mother informed you that you'd have to go home soon. "Thanks Bear!" You were grinning from ear-to-ear as you continued, "I had so much fun today and meeting you! I couldn't ask for a better friend!"

"No problem, Y/N! You'll come back tomorrow, right?"

"Yep!" You exclaimed, popping the "p."

"Okie! Bye Y/N and Ms. Y/L/N!"

"Bye-bye!" You and your mother both responded.

You had kept going to that park, every day, just to spend more time with your newest friend. In fact, the end of summer was drawing nearer, and your family was planning on moving, tomorrow, on account of your father being promoted. You didn't know exactly where you were moving to, as you tried to tune out their voices everytime your parents talked about moving. You hated the thought of leaving. Leaving your hometown, friends, close family, and hiding spots was too much for you. But, you couldn't really do much about it, seeing as you were 6. So, instead, you went around and got pictures of your favorite spots and people, while your sister/brother tagged along, to make sure you wouldn't get kidnapped, this is L.A. for Pete's sake.

At last, you ended up at your favorite park. You immediately smiled as you saw Barry waiting for you on the swings. "BEAR-BEAR!" You screeched, as your brother/sister sighed and you took off towards the swing set.

"Y/N/N!" He yelled back, jumping off the swing and bracing himself for your daily tackle-jump on him.

Your sister/brother chuckled, turning their camera on and taking a couple pictures and you and Barry fell on the grass.

You both sat up and immediately fell back over laughing. You eventually stood up and posed as your sibling took pictures of you both. After all the fuss was over you and Barry sat on the swings one last time before you would leave. "I'm going to miss you so much, Y/N," Barry said, slightly tearing up. "I don't want you to leave..."

"I don't want to either," you were tearing up as well, but tried not to show it. "Just, pinky promise you won't forget me?"

"Pinky promise."

You hugged each other for a bit, then, wiping your eyes, stood up. "Y/N! Time to go! You still have to finish packing up your books!"

"Coming Y/S/N!" You yelled. "Bye-bye forever Bear..."

"Bye-bye Y/N/N..." He whispered, holding back tears, as you walked away. Away from your favorite person, knowing you'd never forget how much this boy meant to you.

That night, you had finished packing and ended up crying yourself to sleep. Your father had come in to wake you up at 3:40 a.m. They had finished packing everything, except everyone's sleeping bags and suitcases of essentials and clothing, into the moving van. You rolled up your sleeping bag, tossed it into the back of your families mini-van, grabbed your suitcase, and jumped in the truck, falling back asleep as you left your old life behind.

~Fast-forward to when you are 18, moving out of your small home in Minnesota, and moving back out to California, L.A. specifically, to start college~

You sat in your living room, surrounded by clothing, books, supplies, and photo albums. Sighing, you looked up at you mother. She laughed, "how about I pack this stuff in the suitcases, and you pick which photos you want."

"Really? Oh my gosh, thank you so much!" You exclaimed falling backward onto your pile of photo books. "Ouch!"

Your mother laughed even harder and you shot her a death glare. Picking up an album without removing your glare, you looked puzzled at it. "Mom, were all these from when we were in Cali?" You questioned, flipping through the pages.

"Oh, I almost forgot about that album! You can have it, it's mostly you anyway."

You looked back down, then stood up. "I'll be back in an hour, okay?"

"Alright, just don't forget bug spray, it's in the bathroom!" She shouted as you walked towards the bathroom.

That was just like your mother to read your mind and know where you were going. Then again, it's the only place where no one bugs you (minus the actual bugs).

After applying bug spray, and grabbing some sweats, you began the trek, up the hill, to your treehouse. You dad had helped you build it when your family first moved to Minnesota. You immediately claimed it as yours, and that's the way it has stayed for 12 years.

Climbing up the worn ladder, you stopped at the top and turned around. This gave you the perfect view of the just-beginning sunset. ‘Perfect!’ You thought as you finished your ascent into the small room. Sitting at your small desk, and giving yourself another breathtaking view of the setting sun, you switched on your small battery-powered lamp and opened the book.

As you slowly turned the pages, one-by-one, memories flooded to the front of your mind. Tears started flowing as you saw pictures of your siblings, parents, friends, family, and events. Wiping your eyes, you flipped to the last page and saw one single picture. It was you and a small boy... what was his name? He seemed so familiar, yet, you couldn't remember his name.

By now the sun had completely sunk. You shut the book, turned off the light, and left your treehouse, back towards your house.

When you walked in, the scent of your favorite dinner filled your nose. Smiling, you walked back to the living room and placed the album in one of your suitcases.

~Timeskip to after you graduate college because I haven't even been through it and I don't know what to write xD~

"Thanks for watching everyone, next time on (Y/C/N)" You waved goodbye to everyone and ended the video. "WOOP TIME TO EDIT!" You screamed, knowing no one would hear you.

You had started this whole YouTube thing, as just a hobby back in your second year of college. It gave you something to keep you busy, considering you breezed through assignments and classes, and you were creative enough to keep the channel going and growing. You were currently at 2.6 million subscribers, gaining about 450,000 more a week. After you had graduated college with a bachelor's degree in I/D/H. You had decided to just stay in L.A. to continue your channel and see where life takes you. But now, being a full-time YouTuber, only uploading twice a week, you had a lot of free time. As much as you loved spending that time playing video games, you needed something more challenging, more..... exciting.

So, the next day, you were flipping through the area's newspaper. Maybe there would be an ad for you to earn a little extra money?

Suprise, surprise, there was! "Experienced editor needed for video making. $---- per week, call Suzy at, xxx-xxx-xxxx for details," you read to yourself. "Hmm, why not? I could do that!"

You immediately grabbed your cell and dialed the number. She picked up almost instantly and you talked for about 10 minutes, then, set up a Skype interview. Suzy sounded so excited to hear from someone, like, this position was needed A.S.A.P. or something. She also said that you sounded like the type of person they were looking for, so that made you extra happy!

~Timeskip to a week later, an hour before the interview~

You looked at the clock. 4:30. The interview was in an hour and you were so excited, that you had started getting ready 2 hours ago. Being extra careful with your outfit choice and make-up. You were wearing black jeans and converse, as well as a Legend of Zelda sweatshirt and your lucky watch. You had only done your eye make-up, considering you felt your lips looked fine the way they were. You quickly put your H/C hair into a messy bun and turned on your favorite show.

Soon, it was 5:25. You jumped up and grabbed your laptop, pulling up Skype, and making sure you looked alright. At exactly 5:30 sharp, the ringing starts. Putting on a smile, you answered.

~Timeskip again because I've never had a Skype interview~

"Well, thank you so much for letting me have this interview!" You say, glancing at the time, 6:15, and noticing she was wrapping up.

"No problem! You are so much fun to be around," she laughed. "Honestly, in my opinion, which is the most important right now, you should get the job. Your personality is perfect, you like the same topics we do, we are able to hold a convo together, AND I feel like we will be friends soon!"

You blushed as she complimented and chuckled at the rest. "So I got the job?" She nodded, "Thank you so much, Suzy! I can't wait until I meet you all in person!"

You were ecstatic, and, by the looks of it, so was Suzy. "So you accept! Hooray! I'll send you the Grump Space address and you can start on Monday!"

"Thanks! Bye now!"

"Bye!"

The call ended and you jumped up and down on the couch until you were too tired to continue. Monday was 3 days from now. That'll give you plenty of time to watch some of their videos to get the gist of what you were in for.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* *BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* *BEEP BEEP BEE--*

"Urrng," you grumbled, smacking the snooze button on your alarm.

You lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to wake up. After about 3 minutes, you rolled over to grab your phone. Turning the cell on, you realized what day it was, and practically jumped out of bed. You rushed to the bathroom and hopped into the shower. You began to sing some songs that popped into your head. Luckily, no one else lived with you.

After practically screaming 3 songs, you got out of the shower and started getting dressed into your favorite red sweater, as well as some high-waisted jeans and matching sneakers. You quickly checked your already-done nails for chips. Surprisingly, they still looked flawless. You still had an hour before you had to leave, so you spent a good 20 minutes perfecting your hairdo.

After you were satisfied with your hair, you sat down to do your make-up. You put on a shade of red lipstick that matched your outfit and started working on your eyebrows. When they looked fabulous, you started working on your eyes. 

By the time you were done with everything, you still had 10 minutes left. You quickly spritzed some perfume on yourself and grabbed your bag. Sighing, you spoke to yourself, "Might as well get going. Better early than late!"

You grabbed your phone and lucky earbuds and walked outside into the crisp, cool morning. You smiled and went to start your car. The box full of essential items was already in the backseat, a result of being nervous and prepared last night. In the box were items such as perfume, your travel make-up bag, Pokémon figurines, your favorite book series, several potted plants, various office supplies, and a picture frame holding the old picture of you and a small boy.

~Time hops into the future are easy escapes for authors~

You pulled up to the Grump Space, as Suzy had called it, and shot a text to Suzy telling her you had arrived. You got out of your car, grabbed the box, and started towards the door. As soon as you arrived at the door, it opened, revealing the gorgeous creature that was Suzy. "Y/N! Welcome! I was worried you wouldn't show up!" She giggled, holding the door. "Come in, come in! I'll show you your desk."

Giggling at her statement, you walked inside and realized that you were the only ones here. "Uhm, Suzy? Where is everyone? Did I show up too early?"

"No no no, the guys are always late. Well, except for Arin, I make him come with me."

At the sound of his name, Arin walked out from the kitchen, carrying toast. "Oh hey Y/N! Welcome to the Grump Space! Did you eat breakfast yet?" He offered a piece of toast towards you, which you gladly accepted. He walked over to, what you assumed was, his desk. While taking a bite of your toast, Suzy lead you over to an empty desk. Your desk.

She opened your box and helped you set up your little workspace. Before she could see the picture, you quickly put it face down on your chair. When you were both satisfied with the way the desk looked, she noticed the photo frame on your chair. "Oops, I guess we missed something!"

You gasped and reached out for the picture, but you were too late. She picked it up and stared at it for a while. "Y/N, this is so adorable! Is that you? Who is this little boy? I swear I've seen him before..."

"Do you know who he is?" You asked without thinking. Realizing what you said, you immediately looked down, blushing. "I-I mean, yeah... It's an old friend and me when we were younger, living here in L.A."

"You don't remember his name?" She asked, obviously puzzled.

"No, for the life of me I can't. I remember that we met the summer before I moved to Minnesota, but that was all the way back when I was 6. I've had that photo for years now, and I still can't remember his name."

"Awe I'm sorry Y/N. I can help you try to remember, though, now that you work with me!" She looked cheery again, which made you light up again as well.

"Oh thank you, Suzy! That would be great!" She set the frame on your desk as you continued, "I'd love to meet everyone else first, though. I've been binge watching videos to get myself pumped and ready to edit, for the past few days."

"Really? So I hired a fan," she chuckled.

"A slight one," you grinned.

"Well, I guess it's less work for Barry, then."

"Yup, I even watched his tutorial on GrumpOut, so I know pretty much all I need to, already!"

"That's perfect Y/N!" She squealed and hugged you.

Just then, a tall, fluffy haired man walked in, singing. Behind him, walked in a shorter, bearded man. "Dan! Barry!" You shouted.

Dan stopped singing, and they both turned to look at you. Locking eyes with Barry, he smiled and you slightly blushed. He seemed familiar. And not because you knew him from the videos.

"You must be Y/N, the new editor!" Barry said, still holding eye contact.

"Wait, I didn't know we were getting a new grump?" Danny turned towards Suzy, quite confused.

"Dan, I told you guys all last Friday. That was the day I interviewed her, remember? I even showed you guys some of her videos!"

Quickly facing Suzy, you asked, "you showed them my videos? Is that how you knew I was, quote, perfect for the job?"

"Yup! Your videos were Barry-approved," she laughed.

You turned back to face Barry and he winked at you. "Well, welcome to the team!" They all started clapping, as Arin walked in cheering.

Then, a groggy, blue-eyed man walked in. Looking up, everyone stopped. "Did I miss something?" He questioned as everyone started laughing.

~Another timeskip to when peeps are recording and Barry is giving you a quick run-down at his desk~

"Annnnnd, that's about it! Seeing as you already knew most of that, we have some break time."

"Really? Oh, 'cause they're recording and what-not." You headed over to your desk to grab your phone.

Your desk was just off to the right of Barry's, just in case you would need any help. He turned towards your desk as you spoke up again. "Coffee run?" You suggested.

He nodded, but his eyes were locked on your desk. Following his gaze, you noticed he was looking at the photo frame. You turned your head back towards him, to find him now staring at you. "Is that you? Like, in the picture?"

You smiled, "yeah, it's me and an old friend, here in L.A., from before I moved when I was six. Before you ask, no I don't remember his name, and yes, I'm trying to find him because he was kinda my first love..."

"Y/N..." He turned back to his desk, quickly opening drawers, looking for something.

"Yes Barry?" You were a little confused while you waited until he found what he needed.

Smiling, he pulled out a small, photo from the top drawer. Before you could see it, he spoke again. "So, you're looking for your first love, too?"

You nodded, and he continued. "I met my first love back when I was six, she moved away, though, and I wasn't sure where. The day before she had to leave, we spent almost the entire day together, and her brother/sister took a picture of us. A week later, I got the picture in the mail, and I've been looking for her ever since," he noticed how confused you were and showed you an exact copy of your picture.

You gasped and jumped up. You both hadn't noticed, but as Barry was telling the story, everyone else had started listening from various spots in the room. Barry stood up and you ran to hug him. He seemed surprised at first, but quickly relaxed and spun you around. "Barry I've been looking for you for years!" You squealed.

"Y/N I can't believe I finally found you!" He responded, equally as excited.

You both stayed hugging each other until Suzy tapped your shoulder. You quickly parted and noticed everyone else in the room. Barry blushed as Suzy spoke. "Well well Y/N, I guess you really did need my help to find him," she laughed.

"Thank you Suzy, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Looking around the room, Arin and Dan smiled and winked at you, then walked back to the recording room. Ross yawned and said "congrats" before turning towards his desk, and Suzy turned to walk upstairs. "So, how about that coffee run, love?" Barry looked at you, still blushing.

You smiled, equally as red, and grabbed his hand. "I'd love to, Bear," you winked at him.

You both left the building to get ready for the first day of your finally satisfied life.