#immovable mountains

[geekymoviemom]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Ahh, thank you so much for the ask! ♥️ I’ve actually never done one of these before 😆

Shockingly, I actually do have a fic of mine that is a definite Number 1, my superfamily fic Forty-Seven Flat. I’d been toying with the idea of writing this fic for a couple of years, as a way of working through some personal baggage that I’d been carrying around since I was a teenager, and I finally just decided to bite the bullet and do it. I had absolutely no qualms that anyone would be interested in a fic about swimming, and so was completely floored not only by the overwhelmingly positive response that the story received, but also how cathartic it was for me to finally write it ♥️

The rest of my faves are in no particular order, as per usual 😆

* Pieces of Echoes, my very first superfamily fic ♥️ 💙 ♥️

* Fire Beats Roses, Everlark arranged marriage fic 🧡 💚

* Across the Worlds, Anidala post-ROTJ AU 💙 ♥️

* Tie between Immovable Mountains and The Phoenix Project, both superfamily ♥️ 💙 ♥️

Thank you so much for the ask, this was fun! 💖

Tagging: @mega-aulover @herogers @mollywog @endlessnightlock @hutchhitched @mtk4fun and anyone else who would like to participate 💖

#ask geeky anything #thank you! #geeky writes #five favourite fics #forty seven flat #pieces of echoes #fire beats roses #across the worlds #immovable mountains #the phoenix project #superfamily fanfiction #everlark fanfiction #anidala fanfiction

[geeky-writes]

Immovable Mountains - Art

This is an absolutely GORGEOUS fan art created by @zappedbysnow for my superfamily fic Immovable Mountains ♥️ 💙 ♥️ Thank you so much for such an incredible piece!! 💖

Fic written for @t0nystark1er for @marveltrumpshate 💙

#steve rogers #peter parker #tony stark #stony fanfiction #superfamily fanfiction #papa steve #iron dad and spider son #immovable mountains #army steve #kid peter #dad tony #geeky writes #fan art for my fic! #marvel fan art #superfamily fan art #stony fan art #thank you!! #zappedbysnow #this is so gorgeous!

[ybetzarts]

Trust me...i got CRAZY Knuckles-centric headcanons, not a lot, most probably not even unique, but theyre crazy. Wrote a few paragraphs on tumblr before, but immediately set it to private XDD.

What Ifs like: Knuckles harnessing the full potentials of the M.E. for being the only creature that has a special connection to it. Harnessing it comes at a risk, he may die, or if he ever overcomes those risks, everyone else dies, but him. Something like this XD ('course we cant let that happen)...or that he can summon ancient echidna weapons LOL (green electric chaos energy as he does so)...an ancient curse haunts Knuckles and urges him to finish what his ancestors could not (i swear, i did not intentionally jus quoted this from the movie, realization jus struck me as soon as i reached the end of typing this line)...that same curse holds a part of Knuckles imprisoned, in captive, a part of Knuckles stolen, basically slowly killing him. Im reserving the rest for future fanarts. Imma shut up now 😬😅

#knuckles the echidna #ybetzartstalks #no i aint killing him!!! #he's too tough for that #immovable mountain he is #maybe not totally immovable #but he wont crumble

[mneel]

 निश्‍चलतत्वं जीवन मुक्तिः

Nishcal Tatvam life liberation..

#Immovable #Life #liberation #sadguru #tumblr milestone #solanki #mountains #solo traveler #uttarakhand #rajput #traveler #isha #shiva #motivation #sanskrit #queer #instagood

[ghostlyalbacore]

This Pangolin has been locked in eternal struggle with the coral web spewing mountain titan that's been plaguing my fort for the past bit. Multiple mercenaries and wandering adventurers and assorted migrants have died to this titan, inflicting the laundry list of wounds seen. But this fucking Pangolin? She keeps getting webbed, stunned, knocked into a wall, grabbed ungrabbed and only comes out bruised???? I've managed to set up an airlock (that I'm considering setting up a bridge atomizer in or luring the forgotten beast in to harvest webs from) to easily detain the thing but I don't think it's ever going to wander off.

#dwarf fortress #okay so this has been going on nearly two seasons #As far as I'm concerned the mountain titan is an unstoppable force #and the pangolin is an immovable object #at least the tree farm is nearly up and running if I can't ever touch the surface again

[mcuntainbcrn]

@dementedstatic​ 

She sat there, head swimming as she waited out the timer on her phone, feeling a strangely deep sense of exhaustion - this was all so...odd; alcohol never generally affected her this way - not too mention the why of she had become so upset over antics that would generally leave her in stitches, and so she waited, somewhat impatiently to hear the tones chime.

A sidelong glance given to the test beside her, blinking and tipping her head - still over four minutes left on the clock and yet...that was a fairly hard response already; unsteadily, she rose to her feet, popping her head out of the bathroom and silently calling off the bushes that had still been throwing themselves at the crimson horror.

“...um...jou vere right - shtill have time on zhe clock, but itsh a fairly clear poshitive.”

#dementedstatic #an unstoppable force and an immovable mountain: alastor #ship: if you asked me to stay i would be charmed to #v: hazbin hotel #pregnancy tw #closed starter

[goldenorder]

...Is he showing his age?

#back in my day i was an immovable mountain. #PLEASE he's so embarrassed he's retreating into his teapot #( to suffocate sylvie with a pillow ) #ic #dash comm. #v: consultant

[mercymaker]

sometimes people just puzzle the fuck out of me

#life #that's it... not much more to add #the unstoppable force vs the immovable mountain or whatever #but make it yearning for a community and human connection vs the inevitable complexities that are humans and communication

[battle-of-alberta]

"because his mood affects the entire province"

wait... WHAT-

Does the way you feel (physically/emotionally/politically) affect your city and by extension the whole province and vice versa?

ah just calvin i'm afraid and i mostly meant it as a tongue in cheek political joke because all the billionaires at his place like to push him around and offer him presents in exchange for his support on issues he doesn't understand.

people also figured out in 2015 that if calvin leans even a little bit away from his conservative upbringing that he can affect the balance of power which is why all the feds come to stampede every year and provincial elections are all about calgary and oooh does calgary need a new ring road does calgary need a new green line would calgary like a new art gallery or an arena etc etc :/ but i am obviously very biased

#projectcanada cities #pc: calgary #pc: edmonton #pc: red deer #ink #boab ask #pc: alberta #iamp: alberta #ralph campbell #calvin mccall #edward murphy #elaine hartley #yes thats j trudes behind him #why did he elect rachel? its because he thought her math is hard comment was funny #calvin pretends that he is a staunch conservative and immovable mountain #but secretly he has an any way the wind blows philosophy lol #and also because he makes everyone miserable when the throws tantrums #sorry for misspelling halt its that canadianism where i over uuuuuuuuse the letter u #you understand of course #roniebuttercups

[sylvctica]

@abyssmalice​ said: "but... but........." quiet little (crocodile) sniffles. but internally? tonia isn't going to let this stand. so more sniffles, then a quick deep breath and - "BEEEEEEBOOO!! I WANT A RIDE! BEEBO!!!!!!!!" at the top of her lungs before she proceeds to cry-wail as loudly and inconveniently as she can.

      They will proceed to just stare at her and cross their arms over their chest; they are not rewarding this behaviour, nor have they lived 5000 years to cave so easily to it. The people staring is quite unpleasant, but it is what it is; was anyone to ask, they’d have an excuse and story on hand.

#[ TONI PLS HDSNDSHDS ] #[ unstoppable force meets immovable mountain ] #SYLVIE // COMMENTARY. #abyssmalice

[czerwonywilk]

i love when we take screenshots and our friend is standing in the middle since he’s our captain but also because it looks like someone put our characters in order from the lightest to heaviest

#my man looks like a stick and my brother's looks like an immovable mountain

[geekymoviemom]

Whenever I read your fics, it feels like you put so much love and care into your writing <3 thank you for your wonderful content :)

Ahh, sweet anon, thank you so much for this incredibly uplifting message!! This is just what I needed to see today 💙

I’m so glad you enjoy my fics! Thank you so much for reading them! 💖

#ask geeky anything #anonymous #kind people are kind #immovable mountains #geeky writes

[endawn]

pax’s bullheadedness being a double edged sword in that he’s resistant to mola..g’s corruption but he’s also prolonging his own suffering as a result of said resistance

#❪ ⋅ ✹ ⋆ —┊ ❛ ooc. ❜ ❫ #( something something unstoppable force vs immovable object something something ) #( except even mountains too erode against the elements )

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

Usually when you envision a "dad" you see someone dorky. Someone with the same sense of humor as a child, someone with a lot of energy who keeps up with toddlers running him ragged, someone with a desk job to provide for his family. The stereotypical "dad" imagery dissipates at the sight of BABY DADDY!JASON TODD interacting with his daughter.

He's not around a lot—it's not feasible to be—but when he comes over, you tilt your head at how different he looks than what one would expect. Sometimes you forget that he's a father at all, since he appears so far removed from one. He's dangerous, and untameable. Nothing like any dad you've known. Wild hair, that striking white streak pluming proudly from his hairline. He hasn't gotten a cut in a while, and it looks too good on him. He wears clothes you'd think a father wouldn't like, the kind of biker jackets and big boots that would make a father forbid his daughter from seeing that rebellious boyfriend. Brief memories of riding around town on the back of his motorcycle or staying up late to fuck brings a smile to your face despite how mad you still are at him.

There's something hopelessly alluring about him, keeps you forgiving him every time he tracks you down when you've hidden yourself and your daughter away. No matter where you move, it doesn't take him long to find you.

"Dad! Dad! Watch this, watch me!" the shrill voice of your daughter cuts through your thoughts, demanding Jason's attention as she stands wobbly on the couch cushion.

He towers next to you, halfway facing you and your daughter, dividing his attention. Hands rest on his hips, shaping his leather jacket exquisitely as he nods to her to let her know he's watching. She leaps from the cushion to land on the floor, flipping her hair up to beam at him, waiting for his approval.

"You're a regular acrobat, you know that? Just like your old man." he commends casually as she chases his leg, latching on with her full body to peer up at him. Carefully, he extracts her, picking her up by her arm like a monkey until he can settle her on his hip. Your gaze scans his figure, having bulked up since you last saw him. You knew bits and pieces about his past, specifically his time as a Robin. He was flexible then, flying through the air like a bullet. Now he's much more solid, as immovable as a mountain and less agile which he makes up for in sheer strength. You don't want to imagine your daughter growing up in the same way he did.

#indy: drabbles #ch: baby daddy!jason #jason todd drabble #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd imagine #jason todd fic #jason todd fanfiction #red hood x reader #arkham knight x reader #baby daddy!jason #baby daddy jason todd #red hood x fem!reader #reader insert #jason todd #red hood #arkham knight

[mcuntainbcrn]

@dementedstatic​

“Alashtorrrrrr - come here, pleash?” she was grasping at the air in front of her to beckon the crimson horror near, “I have a question!”

#dementedstatic #an unstoppable force and an immovable mountain: alastor #ship: if you asked me to stay i would be charmed to #v: hazbin hotel

[grlpartdoll]

Azriel is quiet, yes, but not for the reasons people might think. It's not something he does to be mysterious — or to frighten others. Sure. It works well for that, too. But.. Truth is, he has been quiet all his life ; perhaps a symptom of always being belittled when he tried to speak up for himself, be that by his step brothers, his stepdad, or by Rhysand himself.

Azriel has never really had the luxury of having his own opinion. His life has been — for better or for worse — a binary code, 0, 1, a black and white painting, and an immense quantity of yes' and no's.

Since living with the shadows, he's had his step brothers to fear, and then when he goes into the camps, he has Cassian and Rhysand to fear — to watch his mouth around.

But of course, as the story is told, things change, and then before he knows it, he's following his new brothers into battle because even beneath it all, ignoring the fact that he has suspicions that he does not exactly belong within their troops, they're brothers, damnit, and he will walk through fire for them.

And then they grow up, and the war ends. He becomes Rhysand's father's spy, and he goes into that job without any beliefs of his own, his life built around trying to survive his abuse and then the Illyrian camps.

And when he and Cassian and Rhysand finally become old enough, and Rhysand takes the throne, well, at that point he's got an unbreakable devotion to the night court and the citizens within it, and to his brothers, too — beaten into him, caking under his nails like blood, running through his veins like some type of venom to which no one has the cure to.

But even then, when things begin to settle, and everyone finds their place in the Inner circle, he doesn't really know himself, doesn't know where his place truly is. Sure, he's devoted to something, and likes these people enough to forget himself, but. Who is he, really? What does he want? Where does he belong?

Which is why — when he meets you, something wild and free and immovable in your own beliefs and person, he can't help but find refuge there ; in your wild, unkempt person, in your loudness, your clinginess, your unashamedly huge heart.

You're a freshly born… something. The girl born from the Mother, they call you. You're created from the necessity of there being balance again in Prythian during Amarantha ; sent by the Mother to hunt the falsely crowned High Queen of Prythian, and then kill her.

For your service, after you've killed Amarantha and redistributed the power around to their respective High Lords, everyone takes an oath to protect and shelter you whenever you need it.

You spend years between Courts, refining your skills, your powers, enlisting the help of all the helpful High Lords and their Ladies. Rhysand and Feyre, after a few years and the war finally passing, both deem it safe enough and decide to introduce you to their inner circle. You're introduced to them as the person who saved Prythian, as the girl who freed Feyre and Rhysand from under the mountain.

You fall in love with Velaris, and you take a liking to the members of the inner circle. But you become closer friends with Azriel than anyone else you had ever met before.

You, from some kind of instinct or because of the unspoken link you share with Azriel, know he is lost. You are, perhaps, the first to see it.

It's easy to follow and do the same, you suppose. To copy you, devote himself to something new, something other.

But you don't want him to take you as just another thing to protect. To lose himself in. You don't want him to follow in your footsteps just because he has a personal debt unpaid to you for saving his family members, you don't want him to be to you what he is to Rhysand.

So at first, you reject him. And he takes it as well as a man like him takes any sort of rejection. He withdraws easily like a tortoise into its shell, and for a great many days, is unavailable emotionally as well as physically. You don't see him, don't hear from him.

Eventually, Feyre falls pregnant, and you're the one, with your powers, to save her and the two males along with it. Rhysand gifts you lands of your own for it. Drapes you with the honours of being their Saviour one more time.

So you go to that place — to your new home in the wild, unowned lands beside the prison — your paradisiacal islands, and begin building a life for yourself. You make your own home, on the highest cliff you can find. Rhysand provides you with workers and builders, and eventually, a tiny town begins to bloom in the islands. It's slow living, like water lapping at the shore, every member of your tiny budding city lives happily, feasting on their hunts, and on the plentiful fruits of their plantations.

Azriel comes around often by means of checking on you for Rhysand. And you accept it, even though it is a lie. Eventually, your friendship rebuilds again, though. And you know that there is no shifting point, no sudden change — but it sure feels like it, when one day you are standing miles apart, and the other, you're in his arms, letting him sway you to the sound of the waves.

The progression is slow, but as you coax him out, with a bit of rough love and a handful of gentle praise, you begin to see the little things.

His armour loosens by the day. Sometimes, when he comes to see you, meeting on the beach down the mountain where your home resides atop of, he wears only warm weather clothes. His truth teller is left behind, and he lets himself be free of what it means to be the ShadowSinger, while enhancing what it means to be HIM.

And one day you catch him drawing. He'd told you once that a lot of the things in his head often begged to get out, to find a way to be put down and kept down and out of him. You suggested drawing. And he'd huffed at first, shaking his head and murmuring about how his hands would never being able to draw up those things. Good or bad.

You'd smiled gently and shrugged ; telling him that practice made perfect — that you hadn't become good at what you do in a day, either.

The first drawing he finishes is a portrait of Velaris. As though it is something he is trying to purge from his soul — the hold this city has on him. He tries to give it to you, but you refuse. You tell him that this is a part of him and no one else should be allowed to own these drawings. That this is him, on paper, all these little sketches, and that he was the only, sole owner of them.

So he begins to put them up in the room you keep for him in your humble home atop the mountain peak. You take your time keeping them in extra good condition, and as you lay down on the sofa while he sketches you, he asks you why you spent so much of your days in his room, cleaning and removing dust, making sure everything was kept safe and remained beautiful.

And you reply that if they were precious to him, then that meant they deserved to be cherished. And it takes a moment for him to register that — sure, the inner circle loved — loves — him, in their own way, but he'd never been loved the way he needed it. Had never been so seen by someone. Rhysand saw him as his most trusted weapon, but never as the lover he could become. Rhysand did not see Azriel ever being a good lover to any of the women in his inner circle. He never saw him being good — whole — enough for it.

Cassian saw him as his brother in arms, he saw him as a man he could trust with his life when it came down to violence. But when it came to gentleness, Cassian did not. He did not blame him for it.

And Feyre, the woman he considered a sister, only saw him as the protector of her family. She had always been closer to Cassian, from them starving so young, and then finding a family of their own, they could relate. Azriel could not relate to her that way, and she knew it, too, which kept him an arm’s length from the true her.

And Mor — Mor saw him only when she felt it convenient for her.

But you. You cleaned those pieces of paper where horrors he’d seen with his own two eyes were depicted and did not flinch. You saw those happy moments, and did not ignore them, either. You did not pick and choose which sides of him you wanted. You appreciated him wholly like no one ever had.

Progress after that day only doubles.

He begins to stand up for himself. Says no to the missions he knows will only break him inside a little more when he is just starting to stitch up all his broken pieces.

He draws. And sings. At first, he sings only alone, in the vulnerability of his own room, for himself. It's a way to get his feelings out — again. But then one day you take him to the bar in Velaris during one of your stays there, and he decides to sing for you. He'd done it for himself first — because it made him happy, but now, he wanted to show you, too, that to the bottom of his soul, he was starting to find himself.

And when you cry as the song ends, he gathers you in his arms and rocks you until you can breathe steady again.

After that night, many things change.

He's away from you more, but when he is around, he's the happiest you've ever seen him be — as though a weight has finally been lifted off of his shoulders. He stays no longer than a day at a time, and each time he comes back, he brings you a new story to tell — a new discovery he's made about himself.

A year later, you're in your garden, knees in the dirt, knuckles deep in the roots of an orange tree when you hear the familiar flap of his wings in the distance. He lands outside the tiny fence you keep around the garden to limit wild bunnies munching on your fruits. He has a bag on his shoulder, no heavier than a few shirts and pants. No armour in sight. He smiles, tired and worn out, but no less free, and no less in love, and you don't question it. You only raise yourself to your naked feet and step towards him. He cups your face, and you smile, nuzzling in it, that warm, scarred hand.

“Welcome home.” You say, soft and gentle but as firm as you can make it.

He presses his forehead to yours, dips down, and kisses you.

The next morning, you wake up with sunshine lapping at your bare skin like waves, your opened french doors letting in salty sea air into the room, shifting the curtains forward and back. Your body is draped over Azriel’s, who holds you loosely at the waist, his face serene with his eyes closed and eyebrows softly curved upwards.

You trace the small smile on his lips with your longest finger. His lashes flutter, and his hazel eyes find yours. He massages your naked waist as he comes to, blinking a few times, bringing you in closer.

He touches you with reverence, with so much love it's dizzying. “I resigned from my place as Shadow Singer of the night court. I trained Nuala and Cerridwen to take my place.” He announces after a few kisses that steal the air from you.

You don't say anything because you know that at this point in time, he doesn't need your approval, or your point of view on it. He'd done this for himself, and you were beyond proud of him for choosing himself above his prior court for once.

After that day, Azriel finds himself a place in your own little world. In that community you're growing in the mountains. He doesn't leave for Velaris anymore, and when you're called in, he will join you only rarely. Not in an attempt to forget — but because he does not feel the need to. He sees Rhysand and Cassian every month, and Feyre comes up with Nesta and Gwyn and Emerie and Elain sometimes to see you, maybe once every two months, to have a girls night of sorts.

And eventually, years down the line, your little community continues to flourish. You work hard to build a safe heaven for the people that trust you — that up and left their own courts to find you. Some people from the night court, others from spring, and a grand majority from other islands faraway.

Your home builds itself so beautifully over time, that the other courts agree to count your Island as the last court of Prythian — as a sign of respect, and some kind of political grant you don't truly understand.

You don't delude yourself into thinking you're any sort of High Lady, but as you see Azriel helping your citizens with their farms, deep brown skin tanned and slick with sweat instead of blood, playing with the kids with that beautiful, beaming smile on his face, shadows dispersing to trick and make toddlers and youngsters alike giggle, helping fix homes up after rather rough storms hit your village, you think that he'd make a perfect High Lord.

#azriel fanfic #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel #acotar fanfiction #acotar