#BUT AGAIN duh it would make sense even in the pilot people were wondering why vaggie would be in hell

[aliceinreverselondon]

You Really Got Me – part 2: First Impressions (Kakashi Hatake x Reader)

(note: part 1)

“Will you finally tell us what she is, Kakashi sensei?”

Sakura’s question came before they even reached the elevator which meant she lasted a good two minutes before demanding answers. Letting out a long sigh, Kakashi rubbed the back of his neck. He sure hoped she would soon grow out of this slightly annoying habit of hers. Especially since Naruto was the same, but there was no chance he would change in the near future.

But he really did promise them to explain what exactly happened so he couldn’t back out now. Surprisingly, Sakura had hit the nail right on the head with her question. If he wanted to explain who you were, he had to begin with what you were. When it came to how well you knew each other, though, he would have to be careful not to give away too many personal details. No one needs nosy kids in their life.

As he pushed the button to close the door of the elevator, Kakashi let out a thoughtful hum. “Well, Y/N is a phantom. Do you know about them?” While Sakura and Naruto both shook their heads, Sasuke remained silent as usual. But this time it could be because he had already heard about her kind, as one could expect from a kid who grew up in the Uchiha Clan. “They are considered a type of tricksters, although they’re a lot more powerful as adults than your average trickster. Because of their unique abilities and backgrounds, phantoms are members of an organization that operates worldwide. It’s a lot like ANBU, except they’re independent of governments and only answer to one person.”

“So she’s an Alpha?” Sasuke asked, sounding slightly surprised for some reason. When he received a quick nod in response, he folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the metal wall. “I thought they were more… serious.”

Kakashi shrugged and didn’t even try to hold back a short chuckle. “They’re not robots, they have different personalities. Y/N is… a wild one,” he added with a grin under the mask.

“Wait, what is an Alpha?” Naruto wondered out loud as his eyes scanned the faces of people around him, waiting to see who was ready to provide an answer.

“Are they the phantoms or the members of the organization?”

“Both, actually,” Kakashi replied as he glanced over at the girl. “Phantoms that aren’t good enough or simply refuse to be members of the organization are executed, this is why the two are the one and the same at the end of the day. Alpha is a nickname some gave them because you can say they are on top of the food chain. They usually work alone but every now and then they ask for the help of… specialists, humans or other supernatural creatures who have abilities or knowledge they need for the job. Those people, especially those who become regular aides, are called Betas,” he explained, this time looking at Naruto as he spoke.

The four of them left the building and Kakashi began to think about what else he should tell them about you. Your abilities? No, it would be better if you gave them a demonstration. How you met? Definitely not, his reaction to Sasuke’s question regarding your personality gave away more than enough already. To avoid further questions from the kids, he eventually decided to pull out his book and read on the rest of the trip to the restaurant.

For his luck Sakura and Naruto discussed this between themselves, occasionally trying to get some information out of Sasuke now that he wasn’t paying much attention to them. As long as they left him alone, Kakashi was okay with that. Especially because he wanted to think about the upcoming dinner with you. He wished it was just the two of you, though. After what he had done, he really wanted to make it up to you somehow. Well, maybe you could meet later to make this happen, once these three went to sleep.

Oh, how he loved and hated at the same time what you did to him. You were like a drug he just couldn’t get out of his system. But, to be honest, he had truly missed this high he was experiencing now thanks to you. He may have forgotten to call you but it didn’t mean he hadn’t thought about you once. In fact, every time he read one of the Make Out books, he couldn’t help but think about the two of you. Strangely enough, this was by far the most stable relationship he had ever had. Okay, not like he had so many other relationships in the past to compare it to but… It was still different. And special.

“You took your time, guys.”

When Kakashi looked up, his eyes fell on you as you watched them with a wide grin on your face. Tilting his head to the side for a moment, he put away his book and glanced at his watch. “You said fifteen minutes. It’s only been ten.”

“Duh, I thought you were ninjas, not a group of elderly people who went on a nice evening stroll,” you told him with a roll of your eyes.

He really wanted to laugh because he missed your stupid sense of humor, but it would’ve probably ended with him kissing you. And he wouldn’t have stopped at a quick kiss on the lips. Oh, no. If it was just the two of you, you would have skipped dinner altogether. But his mind was wandering too far again. He had to stop, damn it. “Very funny,” was all he said in the end.

“Is that blood?” Sasuke suddenly spoke up, pointing at your shirt.

“What?” You looked down and noticed the bloodstain on your chest. While you quickly zipped your red jacket to cover it up, you flashed a reassuring smile at the kids. “Don’t worry, it’s not mine.”

All three of them. All three of the kids opened their mouths at the exact same time, probably to ask for details, but Kakashi was fast enough to stop them with a pointed look. You had said it yourself back on the rooftop: there was something you quickly had to take care of. Knowing you, it was most probably an assassination and he didn’t want to talk about things like this tonight. Was it too much to ask for? Was a normal, delightful evening too much to ask for? Just one damn night.

After clearing his throat, Kakashi spoke up. “So we were about to get something to eat, right? Naruto, I’m sure you’re starving as always.”

But Naruto hesitated and scratched the back of his head as he flashed a sheepish grin at him. “Actually, as weird as it might sound, I have so many questions that I can’t even think about food right now.”

“Shoot.”

Were you seriously planning to answer his questions? “Y/N, come on,” he tried with a sigh.

“Don’t come on me. If he has questions, let him ask them.”

“We can do that inside.”

He had no luck because you clearly weren’t about to go inside anytime soon. Shaking his head, Kakashi pulled out his book and leaned against the wall of the restaurant. At least he had time to read a little more while the four of you talked. He already had a bad feeling about this conversation but for now, he decided to only listen and keep his opinion to himself. There was no need to interrupt you, he could do that if something went wrong. Which, knowing you, was highly likely.

“What kind of missions do you go on?

“Kakashi told you a few things about me, didn’t he? Well, covert missions, assassinations, manhunts… Usually, we go after supernatural creatures, but there are times when we assist in different cases too, like hostage situations. Since it’s really hard to kill us, we often help out when the situation is too dangerous for humans.”

“Cool. So what can you do?”

“Alpha’s are supposed to be powerful, right?” Kakashi looked up from his book and turned to Sasuke. Back when he had told the team about you, Sasuke didn’t seem very convinced about you being an Alpha. Sadly, he already knew where the kid was going with this, and he also knew perfectly well how you would react. But maybe he was wrong. “I can’t take you seriously enough to believe you’re one.”

“Excuse me?!”

Yes, this is exactly how he had expected you to react. “Oh, no, here we go,” he whispered under his breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

You took a threatening step toward Sasuke who didn’t even flinch at first. “You wanna see powerful?”

But when your eyes turned black, all three took a few cautious steps back to build some distance. “Y/N, please, just let it go,” Kakashi told you as he put a hand on your shoulder.

“No, no, no, if he wants to see what I can do, fine, I’ll show him. And I know just the place,” you explained hurriedly. At least your eyes were back to normal which meant you managed to calm down a bit already. That was good. He didn’t need more drama out on the street. You pulled out your phone and quickly dialed someone’s number. “Hey, Kisuke, I’d like to ask for a favor. Can I use your underground training facility tonight? I need to teach some stupid brat a lesson… No, I don’t want to kick his ass, but he pretty much called me weak so I nearly threw hands with a thirteen years old kid… Cool, thanks, we’ll be there soon.” Once you ended the call, you turned to the kids and said, “Alright, we’ll order food and eat there. Let’s go, my car’s just around the corner.”

Note: Wow, I wasn’t expecting so many of you to like the pilot. But here’s part 2, I hope you’re not disappointed 😳

tag: @spn-obession​

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[taiblogcomics]

No Rave Reviews for Ravagers

Hey there, characters named after songs. Man, I looked ahead, and the next Teen Titans story arc is a long one about Wonder Girl. And, like... Cassie has been such a drag this whole series. I don't really want to focus on her right now. I mean, do you~? And so, let's do something a little different this week. I'm-a use my reviewer's privilege and drop in a substitute. One I've been teasing for, like, at least a month or so~

Here's the cover:

Hey, we've got an all-new team of characters spinning off from Teen Titans! How do we sell our first issue? We put boobs on the cover, that's how. I mean, honestly, nothing else is gonna sell this series. Three of these characters are basically all new, and the ones that aren't, we'd rather see in a better series than this. Nobody liked them in "the pages of Teen Titans", and no one's gonna like them here~

By the way, the cover also mixed up Thunder and Lightning’s names. Lightning is the blue-haired girl, and Thunder is the dude with the subwoofer in his chest. So, great job making us care about the characters, comic, when you couldn’t even care enough to get their names right~

The comic opens with the group bursting out of the ground to escape. Caitlin suggests that, based on the topography, they’re in Alaska now. That’s quite a journey from Antarctica. And right away, we see that not only is the cover trying to get you on a "sexy sells" sort of way, it's not even true. Caitlin Fairchild does not appear in anything as skimpy as on the cover. She is wearing a full-body suit with gloves and boots. Other than a couple tears in the fabric, she's completely covered from the neck down, and stays that way for the entire comic.

Now, I know why they did it, and I do mean other than to try to get you to buy the comic by titillating you with the cover. It's because in Gen13, it was a running gag that Caitlin's clothes would get destroyed during fights. Now, obviously I'm glad that's not the case here, but the point is that it's trying to make you think this is the same character as the previous series, when it's really not at all.

Anyways, Caitlin is also our narrator for the book. The group of them burst out of the ground, and are already constantly bickering with one another. This is a recurring theme throughout: none of them can stand each other. Caitlin's actually the only one who's likeable, because she's the only one saying "Look, we were all in a shitty situation, but that doesn't mean we have to be shitty people. We gotta work together, so we don't die, because we're still in Alaska." Nobody else wants to listen to her, especially Ridge, and the group points out that she looks like she'll be fine. Caitlin then suddenly loses about two feet of height and all her muscle mass. Her power is being able to get temporary super strength. Hey, as long as it's not ripping her costume up to do it.

Despite the fact that she's the only one making sense, none of the rest are willing to listen, and in fact several of the rescuees just fuck off out of the story. Beast Boy and Terra are the first to do so--so the only other recognisable heroes have left, and thus any draw the story had regarding said heroes--as do a couple minor characters named Windshear and Brighteyes. Ridge then gets pissy with Caitlin trying to suggest he's the reason no one wants to stick around, because he's one of the Ravagers who used to torment them. He in turn hates her, because she's one of the scientists who turned him into a monster. Not personally, mind you, she just worked there. Unlike him, who did torment kids personally. So, you know, completely justified, right~?

She convinces him to at least not snap her neck then and there, and the group is interrupted by a squad of some of Harvest's generic soldiers turning up. The soldiers immediately surrender, and while "we were just following orders" is not an excuse, the soldiers are laying down their weapons and not making any hostile actions. So of course, Lightning decides they should execute them. We actually get a little more characterisation for Thunder here. Apparently using his powers causes him pain, so he is very reluctant to do so. Lightning's powers work best when they're working in tandem, though, so his dilemma is that attacking the soldiers also hurts him. Not emotionally, though, so Lightning doesn't care.

Meanwhile, with those nothing characters Windshear and Brighteyes, they're flying along when they suddenly get spotted by one of Harvest's ships. Brighteyes uses her surprisingly literal power as a distraction, but it doesn't work. So Windshear? Just to increase the effort to make everyone in this issue unlikeable, he chucks Brighteyes at the flying vehicle and flies off on his own. This doesn't help either of them, though, as Warblade simply kills Brighteyes through the windshield, and Rose WIlson jumps out of the ship to land on Windshear, murdering him too. Somehow she doesn't get killed in the process and actually ends up back on the ship.

There's a long tense scene of both Caitlin and Thunder pleading with Ridge and Lightning not to murder all the surrendering soldiers, mostly based on the notion of "we can be better than them". It's fine, especially in helping make Thunder a more likeable character, but it doesn't feel like anything you probably haven't seen before. The group's ready to move on, which is just in time for the ship that Caitlin's been remotely calling closer to show up. Ridge points out that it's one of Harvest's ships, and that brings back bad memories, and gets pissy all over again. And like, first of all, no duh it's gonna be one of Harvest's ships, whose base did you just escape from? And secondly, you're in Alaska. Any ship is better than being in Alaska!

So because Ridge was pissy, karma swings back around again and the flight ship plows into the ground and explodes. Why? Because this is actually the ship that Warblade and Rose are piloting. I'm not even sure how that works, if Caitlin thought she was remotely piloting a vehicle but Warblade thought theirs was flying... I dunno. But anyway, Warblade and Rose pop out of the explosion and proceed to murder all the other survivors, leaving only our four protagonists. To get away from them, Thunder's powers turn on and begin carving away into the ground. It actually carves off the cliff-face they've been backed onto, like a Road Runner cartoon, and plunges them into the sea below, ending the issue.

My god, this issue is not good. The cover has all sorts of problems, which I pointed out. But even besides that, none of these characters are likeable. Like, don’t get me wrong, you have to have conflict in a story. But you can’t have nothing but conflict, and that’s what this feels like. Beast Boy and Terra were right to fuck off out of the plot early (unfortunately for them, they’ll be back). It’s just not a fun story, and that’s a bad sign when it’s a book about teen superheroes~

#comics #reviews #The Ravagers #Taiblog

[lifeafterten]

RtN 05: No Turning Back Meow

“Well, shit.” That was my first real thought-- First real thought I had for months, it feels like. The thoughts that occupied my brain before were plans. Game plans. How to get from point A to point B on this game plan or that plan. Running plays in my head to figure out how to best tackle problem after problem.  That was every day. For months. I felt strangely bereft not wracking my brain for another plan.  I breathed in deeply, immediately thinking that it was pretty lame that my first stress free breath happened to be in a shared; contained space with fifty other people.  Ironic, really... But still pretty lame.  It wasn’t even fresh, clean air. That’s pretty fucking lame. 

I popped a Dramamine in my mouth, swallowing the small pill dry with practiced ease. One of many, I was sure. Been poppin’ these babies like Skittles for as long as I can remember.  I think I’ve popped more Drams than I have birth control and I’m not sure if that’s something I should be disclosing, but I think it paints a pretty good picture of how much of this shit I put into my body. 

I watched as we ascended above the clouds, eyes squinted. It was bright.  Too bright. I wanted coffee. I shut the window shade closed with a swift snap. I was tired, but I knew I wasn’t going to sleep. Story of my life, it seems. I was not even going to make the sad attempt at sleep, so I picked a spot in the cabin to stare at mindlessly. It was only a three hour flight to Manila... Not a huge deal. Plus I was looking forward to empty staring, I didn’t have that luxury often. I was usually thinking of work. It was either work or personal bullshit, and frankly work gives me enough of a headache already, so I didn’t need to think about my personal issues, which was why I clogged my head with work in the first-- I wasn’t empty staring. I was thinking too much. Again. Empty staring. Empty staring. Think of nothing, damn you. It’s a vacation, think of nothing.

We were at the last leg of the flight. We should be landing soon. My leg was bouncing. I wasn’t in a hurry, but I was trying to keep my body busy. Thud thud thud. I closed my eyes, praying for patience. “Listen to mommy, please...” pleaded the mother behind me to her inconsolable child. “No! I’m. so. bored!” each point was enforced with a bratty stomp to the back of my seat. I prayed harder. Was I doing this shit wrong?  I grit my teeth for the umpteenth time. I don’t know how long I started doing this, but my jaw was sore. But I kept bouncing my leg. Just kept bouncing my leg as I mentally debated with myself: ‘Ashley, it’s never the right thing to shake a child.’ I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to shake a fucking baby. If its legs work enough to produce that type of annoying force... it’s not an infant.  ‘Let me clarify: it’s not right to shake a child, especially a stranger’s child.’ Its mother will thank me in the long run, I’m sure. ‘She’s trying her best, maybe it’s the child’s first time on an airplane.’ Then perhaps its mother should have given it Benadryl so she and I can have a peaceful flight existence and it can stop playing Dance Dance Revolution on my fucking back. 

‘Ashley... you’re not suggesting that she drug her child?’

Oh, I’m not only suggesting it, I fucking encourage it. It’s much better than me turning around and pimp slapping the both of them.

My leg bounces quicker at the thought of the small act of violence. I like it too much. Keep bouncing.

‘As opposed to regular slapping?’

Yes, palm slapping is to make a statement, pimp slapping is to shut bitches up.

‘Ashley that’s fucking terrible.’

You asked. 

‘We’re talking about a young mother and her child for chrissakes!’

I don’t know what you’re referring to, but I’m talkin’ ‘bout a young mother and her... Thing.

‘Ashley...’

It’s a demon-- I’m sure of it. 

‘For the love of-- WHY do you insist on calling that little girl an It?’

Spawns of Satan recognize no gender.

I felt my conscience give up on me. Or did I give up on myself? I kept my leg bouncing. It was habit now.  “Are you okay?” Lani whispered at my left. Shit. She must have noticed the bouncing.  “I want to shake the living crap out of it.” I admitted honestly. She pressed her lips together trying not to laugh or smile. Good woman. She shouldn’t encourage my bad behavior. “You mean the little girl behind you?” I muttered something under my breath. “Hm?”  “I said that I didn’t care what you called it, it’s the spawn of Satan.” “Ashley!” She pressed her lips together again, but her eyes were laughing. I shrugged one shoulder, I’ve already had this conversation, “I’m not smacking the shit out of it and its mother, so I’m gonna say whatever I want as compensation.” Lani gave me the look of resignation. It was something that I was used to seeing on my friends’ faces. “The things your mouth says, but doesn’t match your face.” was what she ended with. I don’t really understand what she means by this. That my words are too harsh for what my face looks like? Is she implying that I have a sweet face? Does my scowling not count for anything?  I can’t help what my face looks like-- My face looks like my face. I don’t understand.  Nevermind. I’ll not dwell on it, it’s an argument I’ve had before, and I always reach an impasse.  No point in trying to figure it out-- discard. The pilot announces our decent and soon after announces our arrival and how Manila is the heart of the Filipino. The Filipino in me is touched a little bit-- Feeling that cultural pride fleetingly before it dissipates. 

Lani rises to gather her things to deplane, her expression questioning as I didn’t do the same. I feel my face morph into something closely resembling a smile, “I wanna see who they are.” Right. My tormentors. I watch as she rolls her lips between her teeth with a small shake of her head.

The mother was a lot younger than I anticipated her to be. I knew by her whispered pleas to her devil-child that she was Filipino. Dark haired by nature, but modernized with brown highlights, but I noted she looked tired. I decided that the mother will be spared. The child, however-- I mean, “child”-- would have been considered cute if I didn’t want to punt it across the plane as consolation for my hours of torment.  The devil-child rubbed its eyes with surprisingly unhoofed hands.  I decided then that I was too tired to hold grudges and let them go ahead of me.

I slung my bag over my shoulder, ignoring the sting of the strap as it dug into the skin despite the thick layer of my sweater. Maybe I put too much shit in my duffel...? Probably. Could I help it? No the fuck I can’t.

The Manila airport is exactly how I remembered it to be: crowded and pregnant with the noises of chatter and clanging of luggage. My eyes transfixed on the shuffle of feet going at varying levels of speed. Some were quick with short steps as they dodged feet, bags, and children alike, while others were more relaxed and sure footed. I was sure mine were neither. My footwork is a combination of In-a-Hurry with a dash of I-Don’t-Know-Where-the-Fuck-I’m-Going and a perpetual sense of Please-God-Don’t-Let-Me-Trip-Over-Myself-And-Eat-Shit. I breathed in. I didn’t like too many people in my space. Lani was watching me, no doubt trying to make sure she knew where I was, and trying to gauge my anxiety level in equal parts. A part of me was relieved and annoyed that she knew about my anxiety. I knew it was necessary for her to know.  Because she was my friend. Because she needed to know when I was pushing past my limit.  I was okay. I wanted to tell her so, but at the same time I didn’t want to address it. I ended up not acknowledging it.  Lani and I were just passing through to get to our connecting flight to Hong Kong.  I could handle this shit.

I’ve never been to China, let alone a Chinese airline, but I found myself not really paying much attention to the plane itself but the flight attendants. Each airline has their own uniform--duh-- though I found myself rather fascinated with the different costumes. I say costumes, because they looked uncomfortable as fuck, but it was also all for show. I just wonder why they insist on the red lipstick.  Our attendant had lipstick on her straight, white teeth. I probably made her feel weird because I was staring at her mouth whenever she spoke. I didn’t care. That shade of red did not suit her coloring. Too bright. She would have looked better with a deeper red with cooler undertones. Still, the lipstick on the teeth was pretty fucked up.

We had a pretty sizable layover when we reached Hong Kong. About six hours. So I found myself in a little bookstore (doesn’t matter where I go, I always seem to find a bookstore) bought a couple novels, and we ventured to first find out where our gate was before we fucked with obtaining some form of sustenance. Once we got the fun stuff over and done with we found ourselves in a pizza place. Lani ordered salad and pasta and I had beer in front of me. I felt strangely at peace.  The beer was shit, but I haven’t been able to drink for well over a month and some change so the first sip tasted like gold. Actually it was shitty beer, so it tasted like shit, but golden shit.  Food has been a weird thing for me for a while. My weight has been fluctuating like a sum’bitch, first with the lack of appetite last year, then with the sickness of this year. My body’s been through some shit-- so I was a little cautious with food, cautious with everything really. I was sick of feeling like shit.  Suffice to say several entrees and a dessert later... we loitered too long, drank too much, ate far too much all the while racking up quite the bill after. It was too hilarious to be outraged. 

We were on vacation for chrissakes, nothing could fuck with our vibe. Not from what we went through just to get here. 

It was time to go. And with a quick blink, hop and a skip we were back on the plane. New set of attendants. No lipstick on the teeth. I was disappointed.  Lani was asleep next to me, her blanket to her chin; headphones on her ears. She had made friends with the two gents next to her (of course) before she got comfortable. They told me their names. I suck at names and forgot them almost immediately. Didn’t matter, Lani sat between them and I so I didn’t have to make small talk.

Fucking hate small talk.  Small talk makes my balls itch and my eyes twitch. Fuck small talk.  I had a mind to maybe catch some sleep. It was another short flight to Hong Kong, but I was pretty certain that was gonna be another fruitless endeavor. So I decided on relaxing instead, but when I tried to recline my chair back... I was met with resistance. I eyed Lani’s seat next to mine, she had reclined hers as she snoozed.  Sonovah... My thumb pressed the button on my armrest again. And again. No dice. I felt a shift. A shift that came from the back of my fucking seat. Mother fucker. I closed my eyes again, praying for patience, although by now I was certain I was doing it wrong, because my patience felt like tinder. Very flammable tinder.  Exhaling gently from my nose, I peeked behind me and lo and behold... Not a child this time, but a grown ass man... A grown ass man who had fucking planted his knees behind my seat.  Let me repeat this stupid shit: A grown ass man had planted his knees behind my seat like a fucktard. Who fucking does that? I suddenly wanted the demon child back. Get me the demon child!

I eyed the sleeping Lani again not knowing what to do. I didn’t want to cause a scene nor did I want to embarrass her. That was my worry, you see. Since I left my ex my filter was broken. Don’t know how nor why, just saw that it was and I was trying to be good. ... So I dealt with this shit. Grit my teeth and took it.  ... For about three hours. My limit had been reached-- my back was aching from being uncomfortable and physically holding myself back from doing anything cringy for the past few hours. I’d be proud of myself if I wasn’t so fucking pissed off. This fucker’s knees never left my back. I was livid. Livid enough to turn my ass back to catch this mother fucker’s eyes and whisper-yelled through clenched teeth, “Put your fucking knees down. Now.” It barely registered that I had actually hissed at someone when I realized that this bitch doesn’t understand what I said, but understood my hand gesture when I had finger pointed to his knees and aggressively pointed down. Without a word, looking at me with a wide eyed stare, he put his knees down.  I’d have felt triumph if I hadn't felt eyes on me. Lani was awake, looking at me. Whoops. “Everything okay?” I nodded, “It’s fine.” She made a face. She didn’t like the word “fine”. 

There was still a few hours left into the flight, so a movie seemed appropriate to pass the time. I picked Tomb Raider-- One, Lara Croft was a badass, and two, she was a smart badass.  Not even half way into the movie something caught my attention at my peripheral, causing my eyes to wander to Lani’s screen where two women were making out. I blinked, wondering if I mis-saw.  Nope.  Two bitches. On the screen. Heavy make out. I caught Lani’s eyes, “Dude. What the fuck are you watching?” I didn’t think I’d ever see my friend blush and get flustered, but she did as she hurried to explain, “I don’t know! I didn’t know it was this kind of movie.” I smiled, couldn’t help it and I just patted her hand, “No judgement.” I kept smiling to myself as the strangest feeling came over me.

Dude. Things were actually happening. After months of planning and all the set backs and my constant bouncing between being fine and being fucked, shit was happening. As if on cue, the pilot signals our decent to Kathmandu.  Well, shit. No turning back now.

TBC... 

#Road to Nepal Part 5 #Blog #life after ten #travel

[whichie]

Class Ghost, Ch. 7

summary: 

Shouto roams the halls of UA as a ghost, lost to who he was before and how he got to be who he is now.

Izuku feels like there's something missing from his life at UA, and he doesn't know what. But this ghost boy looks awfully familiar, and it's just not in him to let a poor soul wander forever without figuring out who murdered him first.

Together, they thwart bad guys and somehow fall in love along the way.

(the ghost/murder mystery au that nobody asked for)

a/n: :)))))

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It's been a week. A whole week, and no sign of Shouto anywhere. Izuku was running himself sick with worry, and the others have started to notice. He lost count of the amount of times he's been asked if he needs to lie down, or if he didn’t feel well. Goodness, if he had one dollar for every pitying look he got from his classmates, he'd be able to buy a mansion the size of Endeavor’s.

And so Izuku had had some thoughts, and feelings, and he really wished Shouto was there so he could relax and say what he had been wanting to say for a week. Which was, please don't ever leave again.

(and also, were you about to kiss me? Did you want to kiss me, or was that my imagination? What was stopping you? Why didn't you do it? Why didn't you?)

He didn’t know if Shouto needed his help right now, or if he felt lonely, or if he was mad at Izuku, or mad at himself, or a multitude of other things that could be happening to a ghost with the tendency to go rogue.

He's also taken to wandering the campus alone in his free time, half looking for Shouto, half giving himself something to do. Izuku hadn't realized how much time he spent with him until Shouto was no longer there.

(he refused to say no longer in his life, because there's still a chance of him coming back. It's only been a week, Uraraka.)

All week, he's felt off kilter, and he suspected it's not just because of Shouto. The nagging feeling that there's something he's missing had been following him and growing since the records room, and he found himself going back to that empty file folder again and again in hopes that it will give him answers, but it never does. He's tried showing it to the rest of 1-A, but they didn't recognize the name Todoroki Shouto either.

The strange thing about it all was that the feeling went away when he leaves campus. When he’s there, he's always confusing himself when he runs into a wall because his feet took him on auto pilot, and he thought there was a door there.

There was never more than four doors in his hallway, but his brain had other ideas.

He found himself turning around in class to say something to the empty desk in the corner, too. No one had ever sat at that desk all year except for the few times Shouto joined them for a lesson, so he always just closed his mouth and turned back around.

No one's ever in the chair, no door was ever in the hallway, and yet he still felt like there should be.

There should be.

Fuzzy memories of walking into a fifth room flitted through his mind, and now he had a suspicion. If he's right (he hoped he wasn't) then there were going to be more questions than answers. Izuku liked answers, they made everything make sense.

It's the end of the day when he finally got the courage to walk up to his floor. The long stretch of hallway seemed foreboding, but he ventured on until he passed where he gets those odd feelings, and he concentrated as hard as he could. At first nothing happened, and he almost gave up, but then remembered.

There was definitely supposed to be a door there, this he was sure of.

And now he's standing in front of where the door wasn't, staring at a blank wall that spanned between Kaminari’s door and Kirishima’s door. Which now that he looked at them, were too far apart for the small sizes of the dorm rooms. It was like they built an entire room between the two and forgot to put an entrance, the floor plan just didn't add up.

Which was ridiculous, because he remembered being in that room, and that freaked him out more than the existence of ghosts ever did.

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He ran back to the lounge, collapsing onto the couch and making Mina startle. “How many dorm rooms are there on each floor?” he asked his classmates, who were hanging around watching tv or making dinner in the kitchen.

Kaminari spoke up from Mina’s other side, giving him a quizzical look, “Uh, I think there's twenty in total, so five.”

“Wrong.”

“What?”

“That would make sense, right? There's twenty people in each hero class, so five rooms on the four floors. But there's only eighteen of us after Mineta got kicked out. We started with nineteen people, and we have nineteen rooms.” Izuku could see the lost stares on his friends faces, and so he started again. “Why would the other classes get twenty people while we get nineteen?”

“I dunno,” answered Jirou, “not enough people got accepted, maybe.”

Bakugo scoffed in the corner. “What Deku is trying to say is that we’re 1-A. If there wasn't enough people, we’d still have twenty students because our class would fill up first.” A collective ‘ohhh’ sounded around as everyone understood, and he rolled his eyes and spread his hands like he was saying, duh.

“See?” Izuku said. He was sure that he looked crazy, but at that point he was done caring. “Putting aside the fact that we should have had another classmate. Why would the other classes have twenty dorms and we only get nineteen? What's the sense in that? They might as well add one more room for the future classes who will have twenty kids, but that's not the case.”

Mina stepped closer to him, her hands up like she was approaching an unpredictable, wild animal. “I think this whole Shouto thing has kept you up too long. You need some sleep, you're not making any sense,” she said gently.

“Think about it,” Izuku barreled on, ignoring the looks his classmates were giving him. “There's five rooms on the first and second floor, four on the third, then five more on the fourth.”

Kirishima abandoned the sandwich he was making in favor of walking towards them and leaning his arms on the back of the couch. “Okay, thats a little weird, design wise, but I still don't get your point.”

Izuku was getting frustrated, trying to simplify it as much as he could so they could understand. “I'm saying there should be a fifth room. I remember it at the beginning of the year, but there isn't.”

His friends were silent as they thought about it, and then Jirou hesitantly piped up from her position at one of the tables to his right, “I can look at the layout of the building, if you want.”

It was like a lightbulb suddenly lit up in his brain. It was so obvious, why didn't Izuku think of this before? “Yes. Please. This is driving me crazy.”

He was too busy bolting to the elevator in his haste to catch the murmured, “A little too late for that,” by Bakugou, and the resulting nods of agreement from Mina, Uraraka, and Kaminari, who were the only ones to follow.

The way the other floors are laid out is this: the stairs and elevator are at one end of the hallway, on the same wall are two bedroom doors, and on the other wall are three. That's not the case for floor three.

As they exited the elevator, Izuku had time to take in how bizarre it was. Right across the hall from the elevator was Kaminari’s room, then at the end of the hall was Kirishima’s room, and the place where the third room should be between them was blank, empty space.

“Okay, I see what your saying,” Mina agreed as Jirou walked up to the expanse of cream colored wall and stuck her ear jacks into it. “Definitely weird.”

The look on Jirou’s face went from quietly skeptical to down right freaked out in the three seconds it took her scan the layout. She glanced at the four of them waiting for her verdict, then back at the wall, eyes wide and her mouth a thin line. “There's… a whole fucking room on the other side of this wall.”

“No way. That can't be right,” Kaminari exclaimed, but even he didn't believe himself. They knew Jirou’s abilities, and getting building schematics was something she could do in her sleep. She was never wrong.

Suddenly, Izuku got the feeling that they weren't supposed to find this out. This felt like the beginning of a conspiracy, and being the one to uncover it didn't feel as fun as he thought it would be. It felt fatal, like a live wire, and they were dangerously close to crossing the line of no return.

Fortunately or unfortunately for him, Izuku was never good at leaving well enough alone.

“Can you find out anything more?” he asked Jirou, but she shook her head almost immediately.

“There's something blocking me. I can only get the general imprints of things, nothing else.”

Uraraka sounded rightfully nervous as she suggested they leave it alone, maybe mention it to a teacher, and the others quickly agreed, not wanting to be there longer than they had to.

“Man, why’d you have to point this out, Izuku? I don't think i’ll be able to sleep tonight.” Kaminari, complained.

“I don't think you’ll have much trouble. You sleep like a rock,” Mina shot back, which started an insult war that lasted well after the doors to the elevator closed, casting the hallway in lonely darkness.

For all Izuku knew, that could be their undoing. It wasn't a pleasant thought to have.

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Izuku went back there, well after everyone left, staring at the wall like he could bore a hole through it to see to the other side. He was hesitant to break it down, and he got the feeling that whatever was blocking Jirou’s sight wasn't going to like them sticking their noses further. So there he was, left wondering and still confused, with less answers than he wanted and exactly as many answers as he knew he was going to get.

But still, it nagged at him.

But still, it evaded him.

But still, it couldn't last forever.

Even now, whatever hold it had on them was weakening. First, it was the vague feelings of unease, then the flashes of memory, then his conviction that there was a missing room even with evidence to the contrary. And now this, the proof. The undeniable truth that something was at play here, or more frightening, someone.

With everything that had happened to 1-A, Izuku wouldn't be surprised if this was the League of Villains, or another shadowy organization trying to ruin them. He should talk to All Might, or Aizawa, but he knew they would see the timing of Shouto’s appearance and the discovery of the hidden room more than a coincidence. Izuku couldn't have that, so he’d have to figure it out himself.

The unease grew, and he wished Shouto was here, if only to know he was safe.

#ahhhhh #yell yeah plot stuff!! #*class ghost* #chapter 7 #bnha #boku no hero #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #tododeku

[snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales]

Bloodlines - Part 5

A/N: Based off of the song “Heathens” by Twenty One Pilots, this will be a multichapter fic with either a lyric being a chapter title, or the headers to break down the thought process of the chapter. None of the lyrics are mine, and they are all in bold - Again, I do not claim to own them, all credit where credit is due.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Word Count: 1,452 (Not including lyrics.)

Warnings: None that I know of. Mild language?

Beautiful people who helped me when I came to them with this crazy idea and said to run with it: @wheresthekillswitch @obsessed-withthe-hales @aworldmadeforme @life-what-life-i-dont-have-one @xteenwolfwritingsx

Coming back to Beacon Hills was supposed to be uneventful. Yet somehow, you are now stuck in the middle of two worlds you didn’t even know existed yesterday. Now between both worlds, but not belonging to either, you try to forge your own way, finding out that some ties are stronger than bloodlines.

Series Masterlist

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All my friends are heathens. Take it slow

You eyed Derek from the passenger seat as he reached a cruising speed after six or seven sickeningly tight and fast turns.

Glancing your way out of the corner of his eye briefly before turning back to the road, his face remained neutral. “What?”

“When I touched the Nemeton…. Something happened.” You looked forward out of the windshield, gripping the handle to the point of white knuckles, but not for fear of the swerving car anymore. Out of fear for what you felt since that night. Like something was pawing, pacing around in your brain, trying to get out, trying to…. Howl for lack of a better word. Simply trying to be free. You were going crazy, constantly on edge from whatever was in your head.

“Do I get a little more to go on besides that?” Derek asked after a moment, eyeing your tight grip on the handle before letting his eyes flit back to yours, then back to the road.

“I just…” Looking out the passenger window, wringing your death grip on the handle like maybe you could squeeze some sanity out of it. “I feel like something…. Woke up, for lack of a better word. And now it’s like there are two of me in my head. Not voices, but two sets of…. Instincts, I guess? I don’t know.”

Derek sighed what sounded like a knowing sound, heavy and tired. “Stiles was right, you shouldn’t have come back-”

“Oh, my God!” You groaned, tossing your head back against the headrest. “Look, I’m here now, so deal with it, Derek.”

“Doesn’t mean I like it.”

“You love me, you know that, so hush, my werewolf friend.”

Derek grumbled an annoyed agreeance, making you smile before he sighed again. “Anything else happen at that God forsaken stump?”

You waited a moment, biting your lip as you debated whether to tell him. “I remember what happened before I left, Derek.”

“What do you mean?” He turned a corner sharply, pulling up to the loft before sliding the gear into park, letting the engine idle as he turned to you.

“We were best friends. When you started getting cozy with Kate, your mom must have sensed something coming, because, she took most of my memories pertaining to you and your family. I don’t know if she felt I was a danger to your family, or if I was a danger to mine, but either way, I always knew about werewolves, and I have a feeling it started before I knew the Hale family secret.” You looked down to your lap for a second before looking back up to meet his hard stare. “That’s why I ran out of the loft like that. She must have created some failsafe for times like this, knowing I would need to remember someday. All these memories were playing in my mind, and they wouldn’t stop until I got by that stump, which I swear was a whole tree when I sat down there.”

Derek was about to respond when Scott pulled up on his bike beside his car, stopping and ripping off his helmet. “How in the hell did you beat me?!”

“To my own house? Gee, I wonder, Scott….” Derek was smiling as he cut the engine, removing the keys and got out of the car. Looking at you, his eyes said you would finish this discussion later, and you nodded almost imperceptibly.

Wait for them to ask you who you know

To say you paid very little attention to the pack meeting was an understatement.

Flashbacks to your years before, spending time with the Hale family filled your mind.

And the oddest part of all, was you saw not only yourself there, but your entire family as well.

Please don’t make any sudden moves

The ride started out silently, Derek driving you home after the meeting seeming like a nice gesture instead of the promised continuation of conversation from earlier.

Leaning your head against the cold glass of the passenger window, about to close your eyes, Derek let out a heavy sigh, something he had done a lot since you came back to town, you noted with a small smile.

“I remember all that, too,” was how he broke the silence. “It’s almost like my remembering is somehow tied to you, because I am remembering things out of nowhere, waking up in the middle of the night only to find the flashbacks continue once I’m awake, that they aren’t just a dream.” He rubbed the back of his neck, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. “And I’m just as confused as you are.” Rain started to patter on the windshield softly, and Derek let his hand fall from his neck down to flick on the wipers before taking the wheel in both hands again.

You studied him unabashedly while he stared down the road before him, the street lights passing overhead illuminating his face in bursts, showing off the glare of canine eyes until the light retreated, leaving him in shadows that highlighted his humanity until the next one came.

Lost in your thoughts, he startled you when he turned to face you, your gaze darting ahead to find your house. “I never gave you my address.”

He laughed shyly. “Told you I was remembering things, too.”

At first it had been weird moving back into your old house after all those years, but now it seemed like more than just coincidence.

“Thanks. We’ll talk more tomorrow?”

He nodded, and after taking a deep breath, you flung the car door open, closing it quickly and dashing to the house, turning to wave goodbye to Derek before going inside, laughing at your rain soaked state. You could have sworn you heard him laugh, as well.

“Y/N, is that you?” You heard your mom’s voice say from the kitchen.

“Yeah,” you called back, wringing out your soaked shirt without thought, your dad’s footsteps coming down the stairs quickly with a towel in hand, tossing it to you. It was like he always had a sixth sense about these things. “Think fast!” he said and you looked up just in time to have the towel land on your face. “I swear, you got your mother’s reflexes,” he mumbled through a chuckle, his voice getting closer until suddenly the towel was scrubbing your head dry before landing on the floor to catch your puddle of drips.

“I resent that comment,” your mother said, laughing, appearing from the kitchen.

Before anymore words could be exchanged, there was a knock on the front door. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, and it seemed like all other sound faded. Checking through the curtain covering the small window to the side of the door, you saw a now soaked Derek standing at the door waiting, book in hand, and a bemused smile on his face as he studied the grain of the wood planks at his feet.

Opening the door without explanation to your parents, you smiled up at Derek, and he smiled back down at you. “You forgot this,” he said, offering the book.

“Oh! Duh,” taking it with one hand, you plastered your other palm to your forehead. “Thanks.” You had promised to do some research on the string of events that had led to the pack meeting that night. “Mom, dad, you remember-”

“Derek Hale,” your father bit out, coming to stand between you and Derek, gently pushing you further back so you were completely inside. Your mother appeared in front of you, arms crossed as she stared Derek down as well.

Narrowing his eyebrows at you in question, you shrugged, rolling your eyes and rubbing the back of your neck.

“We’ll talk more tomorrow,” you promised once again, glancing at your parents warily.

“Tomorrow,” Derek agreed with a small nod, before backing up slowly, smiling kindly at your parents before glancing your way once again.

“We’ll see,” you dad said, causing you and Derek to both stop and stare at him for a moment before the front door closed and shut off any further communication.

You don’t know the half of the abuse

“Why wouldn’t I see him, dad?” You wasted no time in jumping into the obvious hole in the conversation that was your parents’ views on Derek Hale.

“Do you know what he is, Y/N?”

To say your father’s question caught you off guard was putting it mildly. “Do you?” You shot back, crossing your arms, and staring him in the eyes, challenging him.

A silence settled in the room, heavy and stifling, broken only by occasional thunder and lightning as the storm raged outside.

Daring to step a little further, you ventured down the train of thought you had pushed aside for too long. “Do you even know what we are?”

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[raiyakun]

Questions about the Blue Lion

Okay, so after two seasons, I’m still a little fuzzy on how the Blue Lion’s qualities are known in canon. (The info on the website does not qualify: we’ve learned many things about the other lions in canon, and I do not believe the writers are willing to just spoonfeed info like that to us, not when they’ve left many questions unanswered beyond Blue.) So, I decided to do a quick rewatch and ended up with a list of the questions about Blue that have been haunting me, one of which leads me to what’s probably a veryyyyyyy far-reaching theory of who (or at least what alien race) could her previous paladin have been and the possibility that one of the other paladins could be descended from this race. Some of you may have answers to some of them, or some of you might want to figure some of them out on your own, but I’m basically just throwing all these out there hoping someone helps me understand.

1) How was Blue able to project images into all of the paladins’ heads?

(Edit: This meta has previously raised and explored this same question, although I’m putting some additional and partly different theories in relation to Blue’s one-time connection with all the paladins.)

Remember when the paladins all found her? When Lance knocks against her barrier, Blue awakens and the camera zooms into Lance, and then we get this entire montage of Voltron and the other lions. Afterwards, we find out that all five had the same vision, which could only mean that Blue had mentally communicated to all of them at the same time. Now, this feels important, because so far we have only seen the other lions communicate exclusively with their respective paladins. But here Blue connected for a few moments with all of them. Was this due to her paladin, Lance, being present and being the anchor to her connecting with everyone? Or is Blue capable to some extent of connecting with all the paladins?

Going on that second point, I have to wonder now if Keith feeling that energy early on is Blue making a very shallow link to him: Here was a paladin candidate, the one who has managed to get physically close to her, and like the way she dove into all their minds to show them Voltron, she grasps at what little she could reach from him.   

And I’ve seen a theory before (which I cannot find at the moment) about the paladin assignments having been done through Blue and Lance’s knowledge of the others. If we’re going off the idea that Blue is capable of communicating with people other than her own paladin, could she have fed the information to Allura then? (If you consider, at this point, all the other lions are still “asleep” and could not have really spoken to Allura, if they could in the first place, about which person in this group was the one they chose as their paladin.)

2) Why was Blue able to create a wormhole? 

This has been bugging me for the longest time, especially after S2 expounded on the pseudo-science of teludavs and wormholes. In S1, we get Blue presumably creating a wormhole to Arus to go to the Castle of Lions. We have not seen any other lion do this, nor do we see Blue able to do it again. If we are to go on a theory that the each of the lions have some sort of emergency wormhole capacity, then think back to the beginning of S2 and Pidge trying to contact the castleship—that should have been the chance for Green to activate that emergency ability, if it existed. 

And we learn later on too that Allura among the main team is the only one capable of creating the wormholes due to her energy. After the S2 reveal (spoilers?) we can chalk up Zarkon’s wormholing (?) capability probably to Haggar too (which begs the question: is operating teludavs/wormholes an Altean capability, or strictly a royal Altean capability? And what does that leave us with Haggar if its the second?)

In S1 though, we get the concept that wormholes can still be created on Allura’s residual energy. Did Blue, then, create that wormhole on residual Altean energy? If so, how does she have it in the first place? (Take note because this would lead to question 4, but for now…)

3) How was she able to activate the castle?

Is the capacity of activating the 10,000-year dormant castle something that all the lions can do? At this point, we’ve seen a huge amount of independence from Blue—Lance says it’s like she’s on autopilot when he first pilots her, presumably most of the wild running and flying around the first time her way of being happy to be able to move again. Again, to go back to q2, is the “castle activation” something built into all of the lions, or just Blue in particular? We see her activate the castle two times: first from afar, where her eyes glow and the four “legs” of the castle glow as well, and second when she growls at the gate to open it. If Alfor was keeping the castle housing his daughter and the Black Lion from Zarkon, then I’m betting he’s put heavy security for them. But again: was this purposely programmed by Alfor, or is the Blue Lion possessing something in particular that allowed it to open the castle?

4) Could the Blue Lion’s previous paladin have been Altean? And could one of the current paladins have been their descendant?

Okay, disclaimer: I believe Alfor was the previous yellow paladin. There’s too much yellow on his armor to see otherwise. But who’s saying another previous paladin could not have been Altean?

Remember when everyone first entered the castle? Identity scan. Like I said above, if Alfor’s plan hinged on hiding his daughter and the Black Lion away from Zarkon and it’s worked for 10,000 years, then it should definitely have been due to very stringent security. Now, the hypothesis could be that “identity scan” meant “quintessence scan” and Alfor programmed the castle to react to the five paladins by quintessence, but remember that “lion’s quintessence matches its paladin,” and Zarkon was the Black Paladin. So if it’d been programmed that way, I’m assuming Alfor would have a safeguard against someone (Shiro) having similar quintessence to Zarkon. But of course we know that Zarkon and Shiro are different, but nevertheless Black accepted both of them at different times as her paladin.

So just what type of identity imprint did this scan pick up that it literally led these five to Allura and Coran (even to the point of revealing their pods and releasing them as if this imprint meant they were in safe/trustworthy hands)? Could this identity scan have been rigged to read someone’s DNA? If so, whose? 

My assumption is the identity being searched for here is likely Altean (if not Alfor’s specifically, but I don’t have enough proof on that—although I have heard Lauren Montgomery in a recent podcast offhandedly mentioning something about siblings). It probably could not be, but if we connect it to the previous speculation about the Blue Lion’s ability to create a wormhole/activate the castle stemming from the fact that it bears residual (potentially royal) Altean energy, then it’s not too far to speculate that the scan picked up Altean DNA from the group (one of whom could be the descendant of an Altean who piloted Blue to earth and thus bears Altean DNA), and that’s why it dared to lead them directly to Allura and Coran.   

Note also that this control panel even activates in their presence and deactivates once Allura is out.

Only to be activated again specifically by Allura.

(Edit: Note how the “w”-shaped symbol does not appear again even after Allura activates the panel.)

Now the Galra Keith reveal and how it’s been hinted heavily with Keith putting his hand on that Galra panel in the Balmera has made me not think lightly of how panels are activated in VLD. I’m quite sure this could only mean that the panel could be activated or programmed by Alteans. It might be too much of a reach to assume the presence of one of the paladins activated it remotely, but I could at least speculate the last one to use it had been Alfor, after putting Allura and Coran to sleep. This would tie up again to Alfor purposefully programming the castle’s activation and particularly Allura’s and Coran’s release from their pods, and I bet he wouldn’t let the castle lead just anyone to where his sleeping (presumed dead by Zarkon at this point) daughter lies. 

I think I moved too far, so let me bring us back on track again: the speculation here is that whoever piloted the Blue Lion to earth could have been a (royal) Altean, who left residues of their energy with Blue that allowed her to form a wormhole to Arus and, possibly, activate the castle. This Altean potentially has a descendant among the five paladins, if we go by the hypothesis that the castle picked up their DNA/energy or traces of their identity through a scan of the five and automatically activated itself as if it was assured that the beings that entered it were trustworthy/allies. (If we take it a step further, imagine if Alfor had programmed the castle to react only to a specific person’s energy/DNA as a fail safe.)

This could mean nothing or me misreading, but I am also a little curious about Haggar’s wording here: “The Blue Lion has returned, and now I feel a resurgence of Altean energy.” Before this, the Galran commander who fought the team in Blue directly contacted Zarkon, so to have Haggar be the one to announce that Blue “returned” seems redundant, unless this was to imply that she sensed Blue the way she sensed the “resurgence of Altean energy.” (It was Zarkon who speculated it was Allura, but Haggar did not specify.) I might be able to expound on this part later, but for now I’m including this here just in case. 

5) How was Blue able to get back online so quickly in The Depths?

But Raiya, someone hisses at me, it’s because she’s in her element, DUH! I know. My question here is: How did Blue draw energy from the water, and is she the only one capable of this?

For the first 2 eps of s2, the other paladins had to wait for their lions to go back online on their own, which took a considerable amount of time. Blue is the only lion who managed to jump back barely minutes after getting thrown out of the corrupted wormhole and with all systems blaring red. If this is indeed due to Blue somehow drawing energy/quintessence from the water, how is she able to do this? And is she the only lion who can do it independently?  (Would, for example, the Green Lion have been able to revive itself with quintessence from the surrounding trees?)

By independently, I mean without needing anybody actively feeding them quintessence or energy and the lions drawing the quintessence of their own accord. In Greening the Cube, for example, we see the Green Lion being revived by the Olkari presumably with quintessence. But this is still the Olkari supplying the quintessence, as opposed to the Blue Lion reviving on its own potentially from getting the quintenssence/energy it needed from the water. In a sense, then, even after going offline/”unconscious,” Blue still had some measure of capability to restock her own energy in a short amount of time from the water surrounding her. 

And I think there’s something important to note in relation to Defenders of the Universe here. In DotU, the Blue Lion was outright stated to be the fusion energy source of Voltron (see eps 31–32). Haggar even instructed Lotor to focus a robeast’s fire on the Blue Lion to take it down, and afterward, he was confident enough to have damaged the Blue Lion beyond repair and that it meant Voltron wasn’t going to be formed again.  

I’m not sure how far VLD takes from DotU, but if they were to retain this, I’d assume the Blue Lion’s capability to draw its own energy from the water so quickly could be to ensure that Voltron’s power source has as much energy as possible. (And also, I greatly fear for Lance, because in DotU, showing the Blue Lion’s importance as the power source by damaging it also meant its pilot—Allura—was quite heavily injured.) 

This got pretty long, and I’ll probably have more questions later (?), but I’m getting dizzy from so much info so I’m gonna stop here. Please feel free to point things out or expound on something as I really would appreciate exploring all these things about the Blue Lion and why it’s being kept quite mysterious in the show.

#vld meta #blue lion #lance mcclain #lance (vld) #voltron #vld #raiyakun!! rambles #geez this got long #i put it in the lance tags because there might be things that could greatly concern him #Raiyakun!! Meta

[tinylittlebrain]

Prompt - Ben Solo bridal carrying Rey. She's not unconscious and not impressed because he's always doing this to make fun of how smol she is, which he is, but he mainly does it so he can touch her.

Oh anon, I don’t know if you knew but I have such a weakness for the word ‘smol’. Smut after the break. 

Also this was fun. Prompt away people.

AO3 link

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Rey steeledherself as she prepared for yet another mission aboard the Millennium Falcon withBen Solo, Han’s irritating son. As if it wasn’t enough that she had to dealwith being alone with him for days on end the man seemed to take a savage pleasurein belittling her at every turn. If it wasn’t mocking the Force, it was pickingher up whenever he fancied as she relaxed, then carrying her to some randomroom in the Falcon and jeering something inane in her ear.

“You’re so tiny scavenger.” His last words echoedfrom the past.

Reyshivered. Humiliatingly, Ben’s low voice had an effect on her, but she’d never ever let him know. The prick wasarrogant enough already, whole base alight with his various exploits, and shedid not want to be on that list, everyone kriffing stared at her enough already.Stars, she was minded to use the Force and knock him out every time he pickedher up, but no, Master Luke had told her how important it was only to use it inself-defence and she knew Ben wasn’t actually going to hurt her.

Yeah, that’s why you won’t use it. Sure Rey.

“Solo.” Shespoke as she boarded the Falcon.

“Rey.” Hesmirked. “If it isn’t the prettiest scavenger in the galaxy.”

Ugh. Alwayswith the insulting remarks. Rey had seen the other women of the Resistance,knew she lacked a great deal of flesh, but still it stung.

“Just– canwe go?”

Ben smirked.“Always so eager, Rey. I love it.”

You know what? No.

Not thistime.

—

Rey.

Ben approached her as she read her holo onthe lounge, fingers burning.

He didn’t know when exactly he’d starteddoing this, but he knew why. Rey’s weight felt perfect in his arms and this wasthe only way he could really have an opportunity to touch the beautiful Jedi, the only way she’dsort of tolerate. It was absolute pathetic and puerile, he knew, but everythingelse in his extremely large skillset had failed so far and he was nothing ifnot persistent. It figured that the only girl he couldn’t seduce was the one hewanted.

ThanksHan.

Whatever. He didn’t much feel like thinkingabout his parents right now as he leant down, ready to scoop her up.

“Don’t.” Rey spoke.

He ignored her. She always said somethingalong those lines and he always ignored her. Rey could kick his ass to Tatooineif she wanted, but she never did, and thatat least was something. He slottedhis hands underneath her body and then–

Smack

Ben saw stars as he found himself on thefloor, Rey over him.

“Ben Solo.” She hissed. “Why do you have toconstantly mock me? Why do you find it so funny to carry me around like somedoll?” She straddled him.

He made to lift his arms but she leaneddown to pin him, pressure rubbing against his cock. Oh kriff, he was definitelygetting hard at that, needed to get her off him, or on him, actually. But morelikely off him. He moved again then,but Rey was having none of it.

“OK Rey, OK. You win. I surrender.”

But Rey shook her head. “No. Fuck you Ben Solo!”

Ben bit back a moan. Rey very rarely swore.It was hot.

“I’ve already told you scavenger.” He gritted out. “You’re tiny and need to be carried inmy arms so you don’t tire yourself out.”

She pressed down harder then, and Ben bithis lip in an effort not to grind back against her.

“BenSolo.”

Oh no. Not this. He’d seen her do this.

Noplease Rey, no.

“Youwill tell me why you always carry me.”

He fought it. Kriff he tried to fight it,went red with the effort, but fuck it he blurted it all out.

“Because I love you Rey, I love you!” Hegasped, compulsion still spurring him. “I need to touch you, always.”

Rey’s look of absolute confusion thenhorror lanced him.

“Wha– no!You hate me Solo. You call mescrawny, say I get sand everywhere!”

She moved then, realised to his absolute mortificationhow hard he was for her. He shoved her off then, furious.

“Fuck you, Rey. Fuck you!”  

Ben stalked off then, took the controls andhoped that maybe an asteroid would smash into them.

—

Rey and Ben hadn’t talked in a full daysince the incident, which was impressive given they were the only two people onthe ship.

Greatwork Rey.

Yes, this was absolutely her fault. Thatwas an utter violation of the Force, she had known that, and if she’d just beenable to control herself and let BenSolo do his stupid thing then she would have been none the wiser to the factthat Ben Solo was in love with her.

Ben Solo. The irredeemable, handsome,womanising scoundrel loved her. Her. A scavenger.

Duh.

Yes, now that she’d pondered it, itactually made an awful lot of sense. Why she saw him all the time on base, whyhe was always able to take her on short notice, seemingly never busy with othermatters, why he…

Rey reddened.

She’d been surprised to feel his arousalyesterday, but today all she felt was… heat. Wondered what might have happenedif he hadn’t been so stunned and simply ground down against his massive cock,what sounds he might have made, what words he might have said. Today might havebeen very different indeed.

But now she considered how in space she waspossibly going to resolve this. There was no way they could complete themission in silence, or without addressing this,or while she was still experiencing this… want.She had been soaked all day thinking about yesterday’s events, and it was not ideal.

Youknow the solution is simple.

Rey sighed. It was, but he had been soangry yesterday that she wondered now if he would accept her. Wondered if hewould laugh at her, leave her aching and bitter, humiliate her throughout thebase. He was a lot more experiencedthan she, after all, and besides she…

No.You’re Rey of Jakku. You don’t cower. You fight.

Yes, Rey followed that surge of confidenceand strode straight into the control room where he sat in the pilot seat.

“Ben.” She spoke.

“Rey.” He responded flatly.

Rey took in a very large breath.

Bebrave.

“I thought you needed to touch me, always.”

Ben’s face contorted in anger. “Fuck you Rey.”

Oh, that really shouldn’t have made her wetter,but it did.

“Touch me.” She whispered.

—

Ben gaped at the Jedi. She was taunting him, surely, mocking his confessionyesterday.

“Go away Rey.” His voice shook, hating thateven her mocking him seemed to turn him on.

But Rey moved closer, leaned over him untiltheir eyes met.

“Touch me now, Solo, or maker you will neverget the chance to touch me again.”

His hand shot out then, pulled her onto his lap, hands alreadyworking their way to pull her undertunic down, exposing her breasts beneath herrobes.

“Fuck that’s hot.” He moaned.

“Jedi fetish, Solo?” Rey mused, grindingagainst him.

“I imagine you can handle a saber.” Hequipped, hand massaging her breasts. “Kiss me Rey.”

Rey bent over then, leaned in so closebefore…

She smirked. “I’m giving the orders here Solo, not you.”

Again he groaned, hoped she’d be like this,imagined it, but it the flesh it was so much hotter.

“Order me then.” He challenged.

Again, that smirk and the Jedi dove herhand down, pulling his pants down and freeing his cock. She stared for a momentthen, distracted.

“Worried you can’t take it, tiny scavenger?”

Her resolve tightened them, and beside hethighs she leaned up on her knees, and for a second he wondered what she wasdoing when she lowered down, and he realised she wasn’t wearing any underthings,wetness quickly enveloping his hard cock.

“Oh FUCK.”He breathed, hands clenching the armrest while Rey adjusted.

“What was that Solo?” She gritted out. “Ah!Fuck you’re huge!”

“I love your filthy mouth scavenger, loveyour cun–”

Rey canted forward then, began to lowerherself up and down on him, and he hardened more at how wet she was, wet for him. She leaned forward, tongue caressing hisear as she whispered.

“Since you love carrying me so much Solo,why don’t you fuck me against the wall?” She was panting in his ear.

Ben found himself nodding vigorously. Thatwas a very good idea. He stood upthen, groaned as Rey wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him deeperinto her, a small whimper eliciting from her. He pressed her back to the wallthen, began fucking her in earnest as a string of filth came from his mouth.

“Is this how you like it scavenger? Up against the wall while Ifuck you like a doll?”

She moaned then. Good.

“You’re mineRey. I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll beg me for more, you’ll be so sore I’ll have to carry you around.”

“Fuck Ben.”Rey groaned, tightening.

Twicethis time. You’re going to come twice.

Kriff if it wasn’t going to kill him thoughin the process.

“Ben, I–”

“You’re going to come for me Rey, hereagainst the wall, like a filthy scavenger, like you wanted.” He hissed. “Then I’ll take you my bed and teach you how tobe civilised, like a good girl.”

That did it. Rey bucked against him, facescrewing up beautifully and cunt squeezing so wonderfully that he very, verynearly went with her. But promises were promises, and Ben Solo kept his promises.Still, it was very hard to take his cock out of that warmth, even knowing he’dbe where he belonged again soon.

“What are you–”

Rey was ridiculously light. He stepped outof his pants then, easily to adjusting her body so he now carried her bridalstyle, her arms looping around his neck.

“Why…?”

“I think we’ve established why Rey.” He spoke hotly.

“I’m sorry.” She buried her head into hisneck. “I shouldn’t have–”

“Rey, if it led us to this then I reallydon’t care.”

He stopped then briefly, kissed her,realising he hadn’t yet. Leaned one hand against the wall and drove his tongueinto her mouth, kissing her senseless before they continued to his room in theFalcon. He laid her down on the bed then, still stood up, watching her.

“Robes. Off.” He ordered.

Rey looked about to comply, but then aglint in her eye.

Good.Yes.

“Make me.”

Fuck how could it be she was everything heever wanted? Had he willed her into existence?

He dove towards her then, on her, restraining her while herunwound and ripped her clothes off as necessary.

“You have no manners scavenger, so rude tohide your body from me.” He murmured, yanking of the last of them. “Here incivilised society we fuck with our clothes off.”

She was bare now. Absolutely, wonderfullybare.

So beautiful.

Self-conscious though. He could tell. Somany women were, as if they were the ones with the harsh lines and juttingparts as if their bodies were the aberrations.

No.

He restrained her arms with one hand,loomed over her as the other hand dragged down her body slowly, resting atopher pussy as he began to play with it, dipping a finger inside and watching hersquirm entertainingly.

“You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen scavenger.” He paused. “Nexttime I’m going to feast on it.”

“Wh–” Rey whimpered. “Who says there’ll bea next time?” Her legs quivered.

He remover his finger then, savoured heroutraged whine as he eyed her dangerously.

“I do.”

He plunged into her.

—

Rey was only dimly aware that she’dmiscalculated this, very badly.

This was meant to be a tension release, aneven-outer but now? Now she ached forhim, knew that he was right, whatever he gave her tonight would not be enough,might never be enough. His arrogance,stamina and her latent attraction was an unbelievably heady mix and now…

“Oh shit Rey.” He began to pump. “Such anice Jedi cunt.”

That mouth. That mouth and that voice. It wasn’t fair, like a mysticalpower he had over her that she had no means of…

Oh.

He hit that sensitive spot again, and thesmirk on his face was almost unbearable.

“I was only aiming for two, Kenobi, butkriff you’re so excited I think I could make you come on my cock three times.”

That did it. Rey frowned and sent tendrilsof the force out, dancing over his flesh like pleasurable electricity.

Ben shuddered.

“FUCK!” He yelled.

Rey smirked, spoke in between theirslapping flesh. “What, ung– what were you saying Solo?”

But somehow he recovered, pace stillfurious. “Should’ve expected…” He gasped. “A filthy scavenger to cheat. Stillgonna make you come.”

It did seem likely, her body tightening andheat in her abdomen beginning to crest. Still she clamped down on her orgasm,held it tightly within her as Ben brought his face closer to hers, letting outa deep chuckled.

“Are you really that stubborn, scavenger?You were such a good girl before.”

Kriff that fucking voice.

“I’m going to make you come for me scavenger.”

Yes, he was, could feel herself letting go,unable to hold onto the pleasure any longer. As if to encourage her, Ben sunkhis teeth into her shoulder, snarled as he fucked her rapidly, hips buckingsomewhat arrhythmically.

Rey moaned then, toes curling.

“Don’t you dare be quiet now Rey, talk tome, tell me who’s making you feel this way.”

Bastard.

Why was this so fucking unbelievable?

But kriff she was coming, and she wascoming for him. “You Ben, you ah– FUCK. Making me come on your big cock!”

That did it for him too it seemed and heslammed harshly into her twice more, hot seed spurting inside her.

“FUCKREY!” He shouted, then after a time, murmured. “That was incredible.”

Yes. That was. Shit.

He moved out of her then, rolled over andcollected her in his arms, body flush against hers.

“Rey.” He murmured. “Please tell me you’lllet me do that to you again.”

And again,and again, and again. Rey agreed.

“FineSolo. But next time you try and carry me, make sure it’s to bed.”

Ben Solo chuckled. “I think I can managethat.”

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[jbuffyangel]

Happy Mid Season Premiere Week!!

Hello fandom family! Sorry I’ve been a bit MIA. Tried to keep up the posting but it was a bit quiet out there. Hiatus is so looooong.

NOT TODAY THOUGH!!!!

Today was an Olicity Marketing Blitz day and boy it was fun. About damn time.

Stephen and Emily were playing together on Twitter.

The CW Network was promoting Olicity on TWITTER.

And Marc did a big interview with EW. There were lots of goodies!

Today was the marketing equivalent of an ex sending flowers. 

They are sorry fandom. Here comes the woo. 

So, I wanted to talk a bit about the interview with Marc. There so many times I talk about interviews when they seem negative or are negative. I thought it’d be a nice change of pace to focus on a really great interview! As usual I have lots of thoughts...

I’m going to address the questions/answers I found most interesting.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Now that Oliver knows Prometheus’ vendetta is personal, what’s his next move? 

MARC GUGGENHEIM: He learned two critical things in the midseason finale that will help him track down and identify Prometheus: He learned that Prometheus and he share a trainer, and he learned that Prometheus obviously was Justin Claybourne’s illegitimate son. That gives him two good clue trails to be following. He’ll be doing that in fits and starts as the season kicks back up.

Prometheus is OBVIOUSLY Justin Claybourne’s illegitimate son? 

I readily accept this is probably wishful thinking on my part, but isn’t that part of the problem? That it’s so freaking obvious that it’s too obvious? Marc’s use of the word “obvious” feels like a hard sell to me. I don’t buy this Justin Claybourne backstory. No sir. Ashes and a baby picture and TA DA????? No.  I’m calling shenanigans. There’s more to this. I sense a misdirect.

How does Prometheus force Oliver to reassess his decisions?

This goes to the larger arc of the year, which is Oliver questioning the consequences of his actions in general. What has been the prevailing theme of the season is Oliver is trying to grow and develop as a person, but the actions of his past keep literally haunting him, so it’s going to affect Oliver in a very big way going forward for the rest of the year.

I could meta on this alone, so prep for a long answer. I feel like this is Marc speak for “Oliver is becoming the light.” In reality, what season hasn’t Oliver’s darkness or past haunted him in some way? Pretty much every season right? The point of this season is trying to move him across the finish line of this five year journey. Part of that process is regression. We watch Oliver regress every season. In fact, his development as a hero and as a man has been a painfully slow (and frustrating) process. It’s one of the reasons I’m excited to drop this five year arc because I think it will free Arrow up a bit narratively.

However, this season has seen a lot of emotional progress from Oliver. He’s inherently more hopeful. He’s been more TRUTHFUL. The one area Arrow hit the rewind button on a bit is  the kill/no kill vow because they wanted Oliver’s evolution in that department to be a bit more pronounced. This started in Season 4, with Laurel’s death and killing Damien Darhk. In the season where Oliver was trying to live in the light, he chose to kill. Doesn’t necessarily make his choice wrong. Damien Darhk was seriously evil. Nukes = bad news. But it does provide a layer of “grey” in the development of his moral code.

This season, the Big Bad is literally a creation from Oliver killing. That’s intentional. Arrow has often used the kill/no kill philosophy as a metaphor for Oliver’s evolving morality. They stuck him in a squarely grey zone at the beginning of the season because I think they want him to end this year with a much firmer moral code. 

That’s not to say that Oliver will never kill again - because yes there are bad guys who need to be killed. But they specifically echoed the first kill in the pilot. Thea even argued with Oliver over the necessity of killing that man in 5x01. She specifically didn’t join the team because she wasn’t prepared to do “whatever it takes” like Oliver now is (because of Laurel’s death).

Oliver strongly feels that he needs to kill Prometheus - as will Felicity. So, this is going to be a nice push/pull effect on him and part of that process is seeing the effect the “Darkness” is having on his loved ones (Felicity & Diggle). It may ultimately push Oliver to a point where he’s toeing a much brighter line. Different in a way than Season 2, because a moral code is bigger than just killing or not killing. But I think Oliver will reach for the moral high ground in a way he never has before because he HAS to. Those he loves need him to because they are losing their own way.

How different is Talia to Nyssa al Ghul (Katrina Law)?

She’s definitely her own person; she’s not a Nyssa clone, by any stretch. You can definitely sense a familial resemblance. Having Ra’s al Ghul as your dad, it’s likely to forge a very specific kind of person. They’re close enough and different enough that I would love, at some point, to do a story with Nyssa and Talia. I think that would be a lot of fun. 

Just gonna say I am excited about Talia. My Batman adoration demands it.

Can you talk about how the team will react to Laurel’s return?

I would say they react pretty positively. Obviously, this is wonderful news. We have a very good explanation as to how Laurel returned. The team is, by and large, pretty happy. Bear in mind, there are a few members of the team that didn’t know Laurel, so it’s fun to see their reaction, especially when they learn that time travel played a role in it.

Isn’t it cute when Marc blatantly ignores that the promo department ruined his episode? 

Again, another misdirect. I think in a similar vein to the “obviously.” It’s not Laurel. It’s Black Siren. Sure, time travel had something to do with it, but it’s not bringing Laurel back. To all those worrying that somehow this is a huge redemption storyline for Black Siren and they are bringing Katie back... 

Listen... if they wanted Katie on the show they wouldn’t be hiring a new BC. That’s just the ugly truth. Furthermore, they are trying to launch the new BC which gets tricky if Katie is around every few episodes. My bet? They used this guest contract to bridge the gap between LL and the new BC for the comic purists in hopes they could draw them back in. Anywho, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Arrow side of her contract is closing out and they shift her to Legends for a couple guest spots.

What can you tease for Felicity moving forward? She wants revenge on Prometheus over the death of Malone (Tyler Ritter), so how dark will she go and how far will she go to get it?

This is something we went into the season with. At the beginning of every year, we figure out: What do we want to see our characters go through? What are their emotional journeys for the season? We were intrigued by the idea of Felicity flirting with the dark side. The reason I say flirting is Felicity is very much the light of the show; she provides a lot of lightness in what is otherwise a very dark drama. One thing you don’t want to do is you don’t want to tell a story where she suddenly starts becoming this dark element. You don’t want to tell a story where all the reasons why people love the character are gone. It’s this delicate balancing act.

In the wake of Malone’s death, she’s very influenced by her prior four years of watching Oliver and Diggle — and Laurel, Roy (Colton Haynes), and Thea (Willa Holland) for that matter. She’s been watching Team Arrow respond to darkness with what I would describe as moral compromise. What we’ve done is we’ve found a story where Felicity could be tempted by taking moral shortcuts in the name of the greater good, which is very much in keeping with the central dilemma at the heart of the whole show, which is becoming judge, jury, and executioner is the ultimate moral shortcut. She’s not going to become judge, jury, and executioner, she’s not going to become a killer, but we found the Felicity version, or the Felicity equivalent, of making a moral compromise in order to accomplish good.

Many have heard me complain about Arrow’s “Don’t Mess With The Rainbow” mentality when it comes to Felicity and this entire answer makes me feel a lot better. I think it strikes the perfect balance. First, it seems Arrow is recognizing that Felicity has been through a lot (DUH) and they really haven’t allowed her experience the effects of those events on a big level (also duh). It seems they are going there. FINALLY. It’s time. It needs to happen. I am thrilled.

BUT... we don’t need Felicity to be Oliver’s version of dark. Or Diggle’s. Or Laurel’s. Or Thea’s. We need Felicity’s version of dark to be like everything else with this character: Felicity’s darkness should be uniquely HER. 

What struck me, for the first time that I can think of, Marc came out and said “judge, jury and executioner” is wrong. This applies strongly to OTA. Oliver, obviously, has embraced the “judge, jury and executioner” mentality. Diggle, who normally was the moral compass for Oliver, chose to be “judge, jury and executioner” for Andy. Both of these men are morally justified in their actions, but Marc stating flat out that it’s a moral shut cut is extremely telling. They are pushing all the characters, not just Oliver, to be BETTER. To be heroes. Heroes draw the moral line in the sand and they HOLD TO IT. Because at the end of the day, that’s all that separates them from the bad guys and it’s what keeps them from becoming the bad guys. It’s not always easy. In fact, it’s often the much more difficult path, but it’s the right one to take.

It’s why Prometheus is having such a strong impact and why he’s the perfect villain for S5. OLIVER IS THE VILLAIN in his eyes. Oliver needs to come to a place where that perception cannot happen. Where even the bad guys cannot deny he is the light. 

So, it’s essential that Felicity be pushed this darker place too. Where she is judge, jury and executioner. Where she takes moral short cuts. She’s on a hero’s journey as much as Oliver and we need to see Felicity’s moral code tested as well. But it doesn’t have to equal killing. It’ll be Felicity’s version of dark and immoral, which should strike a contrast to Oliver’s. Yes, she is so often the light, but the whole point of pushing Felicity to the dark is so that OLIVER is forced to be the light FOR HER. It’s pushing them both to a place where they absolutely need to go.

Having been through situations like this himself, will Oliver be able to help Felicity navigate this? Or is she pushing everyone away?

I don’t think she’s really pushing everyone away, but she’s definitely on her own path. The best answer to the question is it’s neither one or the other fully. Oliver for sure will be trying to — not help her — but give her some guidance. In episode 12, both Diggle and Felicity, for different reasons, are flirting with some darkness in their lives. Oliver basically, in this really great moment, tells both Felicity and Diggle, “Look, I’m basically a dark dude, I do bad things, but the ship has sailed with me. The whole reason I am aligned with you guys is because you guys are fundamentally just better people, you guys are more moral than I am.” Part of the fun of that episode is seeing how that advice to both Diggle and Felicity operates on them. It’s not necessarily going to operate on them the same way.

I’ve been harping on this concept of Oliver and Felicity walking in each other’s shoes this season. Being able to understand your partner’s perspective, in a real way, is a great catalyst for change. Thus, the shift in roles is absolutely necessary. First, this show is about Oliver Queen. He is destined to become The Green Arrow. He’s suppose to be the light for everyone and that INCLUDES FELICITY. In many ways, Felicity is echoing Oliver’s darker path in S3. It was Felicity who wanted to live life to the fullest and held the line even when Oliver lost his way. She harnessed the light within Oliver and he found his way out of the dark... and back home to her. 

Now, they are shifting roles in S5. Felicity was always a voice of guidance for Oliver, but Oliver always made his own choices. I believe it will be the same for Felicity. What’s interesting about Marc’s “the ship has sailed” dialogue, is the impact that it will have on Diggle and Felicity. I predict two things: One, Diggle will toe the moral line again more immediately. Felicity will not. Diggle’s darker spiral is ending. Felicity’s is just beginning. 

It’s not going to be enough for Oliver to say, “I’m a dark person. You guys are have always been better than me,” this time. That’s the status quo with Oliver and Felicity. Felicity won’t shift her behavior post 5x12, which will probably lead to whatever deception Oliver discovers in 5x15. It could push Oliver to realize that the status quo has to change. He has to set the example this time. He has to provide the guidance through action, just like Felicity has always done for him. The ship can’t sail for Oliver because that means it will have sailed for FELICITY. I don’t think Oliver can abide by that. 

In the end, of course, Oliver will harness Felicity’s light just like she’s always done for him. She will find her way out of this darker place. My bet is all of this is the foundation for Smoak Technologies and she’ll find a renewed purpose in what she wants to do outside of Team Arrow, just like Oliver has found in being mayor. Seeing the change in Oliver (in action - his hopefulness, his truthfullness, being the light, etc), understanding his darkness on a deeper level because Felicity will recognize her own darkness in herself, maybe even Oliver’s forgiveness for whatever deception there is... this all leads back to one singular concept: Felicity will find her way back home to Oliver in the end. Only this time... he will be the man she’s always deserved. He’ll be ready for her in every way. It feels like they are on opposite paths, but those paths are actually a ying/yang effect. They aren’t separate. They are connected... and it all leads back to one another.

Diggle seems to be facing the consequences of being set up by his C.O. head-on now. What’s next for him?

Coming into the second half of the season, we felt a very strong impulse to basically bring the whole General Walker storyline from the beginning of the year to a conclusion. There’s a reason why we returned Diggle to prison and it’s all to set up what will be a climactic episode. We’ve dedicated basically a whole episode to resolving the General Walker storyline. What’s nice about that episode, that’s episode 12, is that it ties into Oliver’s Russia storyline, it ties into Felicity’s storyline, and it even echoes back to the Diggle storyline with his brother last season. So a lot of threads get tied together and some threads get tied up in that 12th episode.

I know many are frustrated about the lack of OTA and I understand. I’m ready for them to key up more OTA eps too. However, I look at Oliver, Diggle and Felicity as the three main leads. The fact that Arrow’s primary season arc is connected in an obvious way to all three characters gives me a lot of hope for 5B. 5A is always set up (and to a certain extent 4B). I think 5B will finally be the follow through that connectively binds these characters on completing each of their hero’s journey. Oliver isn’t the only one who is going through a five year arc. I think they are preparing to launch Arrow into a new phase come S6. That said, Diggle needs more attention so I’m glad he’ll be getting some. Sounds like 5x12 will be a HUGE OTA episode which is fantastic because it’s such an wonderful call back to one of our favorite OTA episodes of all time... the trip to Russia in 2x06.

What can you tease for the introduction of Tina Boland and what we’ll be seeing for her?

You’ll get a glimpse of her at the end of the midseason premiere. It’s funny, I don’t want to tease too much about her. There’s a lot of stuff that’s out on the internet in terms of casting breakdowns, which I hate talking about because a lot of the casting breakdowns we release are false because we know they leak. But I think we have a really wonderful character here. Juliana [Harkavy], who plays her, is a terrific actress. We’re going to be doing some new and different kinds of things. Because of the internet, I guess I’m very tempted to — as always — I’d prefer to let the story tell itself and play out, and then people can make up their minds.

It’s really interesting that Marc mentioned the leaked sides for Tina again. When they first came out he tried to pretend it was all fake, but of course, this was the casting side that was sent out to all the actresses who were auditioning for Tina. So, it became pretty obvious they weren’t fake. He also tried to pretend the character’s name wasn’t Tina. So, when the character’s name was revealed to be Tina I think many took that as a sign that these “sides” would be actual scenes in Arrow. 

The reason it had so many concerned is because there was a “chemistry” read with, presumably, Oliver. Many concluded Tina will be a love interest. Also, the BC comic history reared its ugly head in combination with a subtle/back burned Olicity and its led to a lot of concern. Here’s why I think it’s interesting that Marc mentioned the sides- if these scenes show up in Arrow it’ll be very easy to point to his interview and say, “Ummm... they aren’t false.” So, I’m feeling pretty confident those exact scenes won’t be in the show. I think his larger point is that some of the assumptions the internet is making about Tina’s character, based on the sides, isn’t necessarily true and we’ll see that when the show plays out.

So, I continue to stand my belief that Tina is not a love interest for Oliver.

We know Oliver is going to end up back on that island. We know Susan Williams (Carly Pope) is investigating Oliver’s ties to Russia. How are those two storylines going to intersect as we head toward the finale this season?

There’s going to be a very cool and awesome payoff to Susan’s investigation of Oliver. That payoff is going to come sooner than you think. In other words, it’s going to come sooner than the season finale.

Susan discussion, yes, but she’s at the end of the article and it’s a blurb at best. Vast improvement promotionally speaking. Marc just flat out told us that Susan’s investigation is going to blow up BEFORE the season finale. IMDB has Carly Pope slated for 5x12, 5x14 and 5x15. Perhaps the investigation blow up is happening around these run of episodes? Especially coinciding with the Bratva focused episode in 5x12? Methinks yes. 

I think some are wondering how Oliver and Felicity can “rebuild” if Susan is still around. This isn’t an either or situation in terms of storyline my friends. It can happen simultaneously and it will happen simultaneously. Think back to Ray and Sara. Oliver and Felicity were very much “building” their relationship (and where it was headed) throughout the full season WHILE they were dating other people. As Oliver and Felicity grew closer, Ray and Felicity fell apart. Sara was slightly different timing wise, but she imploded around the mid season as well, with Oliver finding his way to Felicity in the end. It is possible for Arrow to “rebuild” Olicity while Susan Williams is sharing screen time with Oliver. Susan can be playing a role in that rebuild in her, ultimately, failed relationship with Oliver and what it will teach him. Think of it as multiple lanes of traffic eventually converging into a single lane. Multiple storylines eventually push to one singular end. That’s what is happening this year. That is what happens every year.  ALL ROADS LEAD TO OLICITY.

So don’t fret about when Susan is leaving or when she and Oliver will be done. They will be done. She will leave. It will happen. Understandable if you don’t enjoy the storyline and would rather it be sooner than later, but the end result is still the same.

Psst... did you notice? Not a word about the newbies other than Tina. Nice change in pace! All in all... I am very pumped for the rest of the season!!

#arrow #olicity #arrow spoilers #spoiler theoretical #felicity smoak #original team arrow #john diggle #oliver queen #arrow 5x12 #susan williams #tina boland #anti katie cassidy #anti laurel lance #arrow interviews

[brickbybricktraining]

Try This Detox Today! Lose That Stubborn Belly Fat And Get Healthy!

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Never fall for this. Also, NEVER, be the person spreading this type of crap around on facebook, email, twitter, or your local grocery store...JUST DON’T!

I’m going to break this down into 4 sections:

1. Why Detoxes and Cleanses “Work”

2. Why You Don’t Need Them

3. Why They Are Bad For You In The Long Run

4. Why This Is Bad For The Health/Fitness Industry

So Why Do They Work

First, let’s figure out what I mean by “work”. Will you probably lose weight in that first 1-2 weeks of the detox/cleanse? Probably yes if you do what they say. If that’s all you’re interested in though, I have a way simpler AND CHEAPER way of detoxing/cleansing:

- Buy a carton of lemonade, a bag of spinach, and a box of strawberries

- Blend these 3 ingredients together and have 1 glass for every 50 pounds of bodyweight you are per day

- That’s it!

- Oh wait, take some ex-lax or other laxatives throughout that time as well

Well there ya go...that’ll be $50 THANK YOU COME AGAIN

Starting to understand why I’m pissed off?

These detoxes/cleanses blindfold you from simple truth of why you lose weight: CALORIE RESTRICTION. It is the only way you can lose weight...that’s science. So yeah restricting your diet to only a 100-300 calorie drink a few times a day will SEVERELY restrict your calorie intake.

And if that wasn’t enough almost all of these products include some sort of artificial or natural laxatives. You ever wonder why they advertise that you’ll become more “regular” and you’ll feel “lighter”. Well duh, you’re just drinking water and shitting 3-5 times a day you better lose some weight and feel lighter after that!

That’s the end of this section. This is the ONLY way in which detoxes/cleanses work. If you are interested in losing 5 pounds of water weight in 1 week that by all means knock yourself out. Just understand that you will have done nothing except starve yourself and wasted toilet paper.

Why You Don’t Need Them

Time for a quick biology/anatomy lesson. We have a liver. We have kidneys. We have skin. We have a colon. We have a stomach. We have intestines. We have blood cells.

The fact that we have all of this means WE ALREADY HAVE A DETOXIFICATION SYSTEM! Anyone who has even a rudimentary understanding of our biology already knows this (yet people trust Joe Schmo on Facebook to give them the answers).

We have the tools. If I spill a glass of milk on the kitchen floor I don’t cut out the tiles and throw them away. I take out a paper towel and clean up the damn mess. This is 1st Grade stuff folks.

I explained what makes them “work” already so you know how misleading the marketing on these products are then. Well, time to trust them even less. You hear about how they get rid of “toxins” in your body. Please, I beg you, next time you see this immediately ask them to name a single toxin that it gets rid of. THEY WILL NOT HAVE AN ANSWER! And if they do they better show it to the National Institute of Health quickly because it’ll be the first. There is no credible research showing any sort of method in which these cleanses/detoxes gets rid of harmful “toxins” in the body.

I already told you how the human body has the tools we need. If there were “toxins” in our body that we couldn’t handle ourselves I would not suggest you simply drink a special kind of juice...I’d suggest you go to the hospital. The funny thing is that is exactly what we already do! You know this already; food poison, cancer, organ damage and anything in between sends you right to the hospital (rightfully so!).

You don’t need a detox. Our body IS a cleansing system. And if we ran into something that legitimately needs to be rid of in the body we would go to a hospital... that’s what they’re there for! 

Why Is This So Bad For You In The Long Run?

I already went over how these “work” and why you don’t need them. So the last dot to connect is why this is bad for you in the long run.

Let’s start with the physical reasons. I would put this in the category of a yo-yo diet. Doing a cleanse/detox likely means you are SEVERELY restricting your calories for some time. This, when finished, will lead you to regain your weight because you will react so strongly the other way by gorging on calories. Your body does not want to see such drastic changes so quickly so it will respond accordingly. These drastic weight changes up and down over time can lead you to be less efficient at producing the necessary hormones that control hunger and satiation. This will lead to an even harder time getting control of your nutrition and bodyweight.

Now, behaviorally this is where the real damage is made. The ONLY way to make a lasting change in your health is to change your behavior. These cleanses/detoxes DO NOT EVEN ATTEMPT to do this. They lie to you instead because this lie is easier to accept than the truth. This is so bad because it only wastes your time and leads you further away from the answers that can give you actual success. Change is done via hard work... not a juice cleanse.

Why Is This So Bad For The Health/Fitness Industry?

Somehow someway the health/fitness industry is one which the general public seems to not value education as much as other fields. The airplane pilot better have a pilot’s license. Your doctor better have some initials after their name. You don’t take your car to your neighbor when you need work done... you take it a reputable mechanic or dealership.

All of this is common sense yet we see the most random people who have no connection to the health/fitness industry touting these products. Who are you? Aren’t you an accountant? What do you know about how this product works? No offense, but you don’t even look the part!!

Listen, I’m not saying you need to be ACSM, CPT, NASM, or CSCS certified. I’m not saying you need to have a medical degree from Harvard. I’m not saying you can’t trust someone who doesn’t work full-time in the health and fitness industry.

Here is what I’m saying, though. Your health/fitness is probably THE MOST IMPORTANT aspect of your life. Why in the hell are you trusting some random person so easily for something so freaking important!!!???!!!

Seriously, this really bothers me. If I hired a contractor to work on my kitchen and they scammed me and did a bad job and lied to me... I could sue them! But if someone lies to you about how the human body works and gives you some ridiculous easy solution that will leave you worse than you began that person doesn’t get sued...they get your $50-$100!

Look if this was healthy, safe, and effective... I would be the first person to promote it. But it’s not! I will not lie to people. I care about making people healthier and giving them the tools to take control of their lives. This does the exact opposite of that. If you’re looking for answers, do your research and seek out professionals. If you’re looking to make easy money, please stay the hell out of the health/fitness industry we don’t need you here!

Ok end of my rant.

Take Action, Believe!

#health #fitness #brick by brick training #cleanse #detox #lose weight #fat loss

[acciidental]

ALL of the numbers. All of them.

1: NameSam2: Age213: 3 FearsLetting life pass me by/missing out, inadequacy, my own temporariness 4: 3 things I loveMy friends, my cat, music5: 4 turns onWhy are these questions always in here.. hard pass6: 4 turns offTurns off... again, hard pass7: My best friendI have many - but Phoebe is my ride or die yo (doesn’t mean I don’t love the rest of y’all dearly)8: Sexual orientationPansexual9: My best first dateUh...I haven’t been on many like “official” dates but seeing The Desolation of Smaug was a pretty great night overall, even though I almost died10: How tall am I5′7′’11: What do I missMy cat 12: What time were I bornIn a time when grammar wasn’t this butchered - I actually don’t know the time, but for some reason 7:21 is coming to mind but I don’t know day or night... 13: Favorite colorGrey14: Do I have a crushSuch a bullshit question - no15: Favorite quote“If you’re going through hell, keep going”16: Favorite placeVenice17: Favorite foodPotatoes18: Do I use sarcasmAbsolutely not (fuckin’ duh)19: What am I listening to right nowStay by Zedd20: First thing I notice in new personUsually their shoes tbh 21: Shoe size8 in women’s sizes 7 in men’s22: Eye coloramber (brown)23: Hair colorbrown24: Favorite style of clothingFuckboy aesthetic 25: Ever done a prank call?Dumb ones, yes27: Meaning behind my URLAccidents happen - the best things in life happen to us accidentally28: Favorite movieKingsman29: Favorite songSend Me On My Way by Rusted Root30: Favorite bandTwenty One Pilots31: How I feel right nowTired32: Someone I loveThis is super general - I love a lot of people. Love you Amelia, even if I’m almost 100% certain you’re the bastard that sent me this “ALL THE THINGS” ask33: My current relationship statusSingling no mingling34: My relationship with my parentsShaky35: Favorite holidayHalloween 36: Tattoos and piercing i haveCatilige on left ear, double nostril, and lipI have “Don’t go where I can’t follow”, “Ad astra”, “I am”, “I’m taking over my body”, a serotonin molecule, a ; with a - through it, the antipossession seal from Supernatural, a halfsleeve of trees, and a piece on my thigh of my own design based on Migraine by Twenty One Pilots (it’s complicated to explain in writing)37: Tattoos and piercing i wantToo fucking many - I want my industrial done really bad though, and I’d love to get my ears re-pierced so I can stretch them again38: The reason I joined TumblrI don’t actually know - probably social pressures39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?I fuckin’ hope not, she’s my best friend40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?Like every day, I’m very lucky41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?I don’t even know the last person I actually texted but I’m pretty sure it was Blake and I haven’t kissed Blake - that would be creepy and weird since he’s like twice my age42: When did I last hold hands?In Europe, but for like “HEY LOOK AT THIS LET’S GO THIS WAY” purposes, not like legit hand holding - otherwise the last time I actually held someone’s hand was a while ago43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?Depends - if I actually get ready then like half an hour (shower, clothes, food, pack for the day), but if I “get ready” then like 5 minutes (crawl out of bed, hat, pack)44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?I did actually45: Where am I right now?In my apartment in Turku, Finland46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?Usually I’m the one taking care of people, even if I’m drunk haha - so I got this47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?I like my music loud at appropriate intervals48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?No49: Am I excited for anything?Currently I’m excited for volleyball tonight50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?Yep, quite a few actually51: How often do I wear a fake smile?What kind of bullshit questions are these, honestly - this ain’t some pity party52: When was the last time I hugged someone?Leaving Ark at the airport53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?That’s not my problem because it’s not my business54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?Probably?55: What is something I disliked about today?Waking up early and almost falling asleep before I needed to leave56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?Tyler Joseph57: What do I think about most?I don’t really keep track of the frequency of my thoughts58: What’s my strangest talent?I can do the wave with my tongue59: Do I have any strange phobias?Nope60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?I prefer to be behind it61: What was the last lie I told?I don’t fuckin’ remember - everything kinda blurs together62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?Webcams are easy cuz you can multitask, phones are a little more annoying in that sense63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?Yes and yes64: Do I believe in magic?Uh.. hard to say really65: Do I believe in luck?Yep66: What’s the weather like right now?Snowy, windy, cold67: What was the last book I’ve read?Milk and Honey68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?Absolutely not69: Do I have any nicknames?A few - 5am, samus, sammi, etc70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?I broke my wrist, knocked a vertebrae out of alignment, pinched all the muscles between two vertebrae, and had several impact bruises71: Do I spend money or save it?I tend to save money as much as possible 72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?Nope73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?I guess my candles are kind pink, otherwise there’s a book cover for a textbook that’s also pretty pink74: Favorite animal?Jellyfish75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?On the phone, working on a blog post76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?Something that makes more sense than the phrasing of this question77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?Send Me On My Way by Rusted Root78: How can you win my heart?Also a nonsense question - but I demand respect, kindness, compassion, and empathy79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?“Catch y’all on the flip side” or some shit80: What is my favorite word?I haven’t put a lot of thought into this - but I like the sound of the word “tube”. I guess if I had to pick a favorite word off-hand it would be something simple and vague with many meanings like “if” or “am”81: My top 5 blogs on tumblrfirel1ght, preposterouspotato, bitchcs, tomorrow-is-forever-all-ours, and whatjustwat (I always fuckin butcher the spelling)82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?“Is it really so fucking hard to be compassionate and empathetic to people from all walks of life?”83: Do I have any relatives in jail?I don’t actually know for sure, I can’t keep track of everyone84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?Control over gravitational fields85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?Good question - probably anything revolving around the state of my mental health86: What is my current desktop picture?Dean Winchester87: Had sex?Nope88: Bought condoms?I’ve been GIVEN condoms89: Gotten pregnant?Nope90: Failed a class?Never91: Kissed a boy?Technically yes92: Kissed a girl?Yep93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?I don’t actually know, probably94: Had job?Much work, many jobs, wow95: Left the house without my wallet?Not typically, but it’s happened a couple times96: Bullied someone on the internet?Hell no97: Had sex in public?The fuck - no98: Played on a sports team?Several99: Smoked weed?Yep100: Did drugs?Other than weed and alcohol? No101: Smoked cigarettes?For a short time, unfortunately102: Drank alcohol?Yep103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?Nope104: Been overweight?Yep105: Been underweight?Yep106: Been to a wedding?Yep107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?Pff like every day108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?Guilty as charged109: Been outside my home country?FINALLY110: Gotten my heart broken?What fuckin bullshit 111: Been to a professional sports game?Yes112: Broken a bone?Two apparently (that I know of)113: Cut myself?I mean accidents are bound to happen - I cut my fingernail partly in half the other day114: Been to prom?A couple times115: Been in airplane?Yes116: Fly by helicopter?No, almost though117: What concerts have I been to?Shit here we go... Imagine Dragons, Pat Benetar, June Divided, Framing Hanley, Walk the Moon (x2), The Griswolds (x2), We Came as Romans, Misterwives, Urban Cone, X Ambassadors, All Time Low (x3), Odesza, Purity Ring (x3), Hour 24, Halocene, Bastille (x2), Passion Pit, Brand New, Twenty One Pilots (x2), Halsey, Oh Wonder (x2), Paperwhite, Echosmith, Finnish Ticket, Vinyl Theatre, Chef’Special, Braids, Jai Wolf, Rufus Du Sol (x2), Casian, Knuckle Puck, Real Friends, Bishop Briggs... probably missing some here118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?Yep119: Learned another language?Working on it120: Wore make up?Scarcely 121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?No122: Had oral sex?No123: Dyed my hair?Frequently124: Voted in a presidential election?Unfortunately 125: Rode in an ambulance?Too many times126: Had a surgery?Wisdom teeth127: Met someone famous?A few128: Stalked someone on a social network?I creep on people all the time129: Peed outside?Yeah -more than I’m proud to admit130: Been fishing?Mhm131: Helped with charity?Yes!132: Been rejected by a crush?Probably133: Broken a mirror?Not that I know of134: What do I want for birthday?Patches and tattoo money

#asks #personal #Anonymous