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lostgirl677 · 5 months

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They didn't destroy you

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Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Established relationship

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Summary: After Dean escaped Hell, he's still traumatized and Y/N helps him through it.

A/N: It takes place at the beginning of season 4

A terrifying scream tore through the night, waking me up with a start and making my heart beat faster. Even in my hazy state, I already knew who it was. I tried to open my tired eyes completely, then jumped out of bed to quickly get up and ran to his bed. The sight broke my heart. Dean, the fearless hunter and one of the bravest men I knew, lying here, shivering. Dean was drenched in sweat and tears, and he was all tangled in his bedsheets. I knew he was having a nightmare again. I slowly approached his bedside. “Dean”, I called softly while shaking his shoulder but he fought back. “Dean, wake up,” I said again as I kept shaking him. His eyes suddenly shot open and his body jolted as he sat up on the bed. His hands gripped my shoulders, making me jump back. He looked at me, completely panicked and his breathing was seriously labored. I could almost hear his heart beating.

“Dean, it’s okay. You are fine. You are awake, it’s over.” I attempted as I wiped his tears and reassuringly caressed his arms. “Y/N?” he asked, a bit stunned, with a clear relief in his voice. I smiled a bit at him and answered “Yeah, it’s me.” He looked anxiously around us and realization seemed to strike him and he suddenly released his grip on my shoulders. But it was to immediately wrap his arms around my belly. My heart literally skipped a beat at his gesture and goosebumps formed all over my skin. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I hope I didn’t hurt you.” he said with a raspy voice as he buried his face in my shirt. I melted in his tender embrace and hugged him back while caressing his hair gently. I could feel his tears soaking my shirt. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.” I assured him softly. His embrace slowly became tighter and tighter with each of my words, and his sobs grew louder. My heart shattered in a thousand pieces at the sight of this broken man. The man I loved more than anything. Dean would normally never let me see this part of him. But that night showed me how broken he really was.

For a moment, it was like we were apart from the world around us. It was just him and I, with his uncontrollable sobs for background noise. The worst was that I couldn’t possibly console him. Not after what he’s been through in Hell. Nothing could ease such trauma and pain. So, instead of talking, I just kept caressing his hair. But suddenly, I felt Dean removing his head from my shirt and I immediately looked at him, concerned. His eyes were red and puffy from crying and his cheeks were tearstained. Gently, my hand made its way to his face to wipe the stray tears, and he leaned his head on my hand. And he just looked at me, his eyes piercing through my soul. Silent tears were still escaping his eyes. He kept staring at me, in silence, as the tears still escaped his eyes. His eyes had lost their youthful shine. The only thing making them shine, now, was the tears.

Then, he opened his mouth and broke the silence. “Back there.” he said, gulping. “Back there, I yelled your name endlessly. Till my throat hurt, till I lost my voice.” he added, as his voice broke a little. I felt my eyes pricking a bit at his words. And before I could say something, I heard him taking a breath. “I never stopped thinking about you. You helped me to not turn into one of them. You were my anchor to my humanity. To everything I ever believed in. They kept beating me, torturing me till my body fell apart. Just to rebuild it and to do it all over again. They kept saying terrible things about you and Sam. That you had forgotten about me, that you never loved me. But sometimes, I was able to remember the loving gaze you always give me, all your loving words. I was so scared to become a demon and that you…” his voice completely broke this time. Tears were now falling freely on my cheeks, completely overwhelmed by what he said. Images of what he had been through were flashing in my mind, making his words even more impactful as I let my imagination take over.

Dean stretched his right hand to slowly stroke my cheek with his calleous thumb. A small smile appeared on my face. His soft side was still there, meaning they failed to destroy him. Slowly, I bent my knees to give him a gentle kiss on his rosy lips. At first a bit surprised, he kissed me back, closing his eyes as he melted in my contact. I then ended the kiss and carefully sat next to him. His hand lightly took mine and his eyes were still on me. “Dean.”, I began softly. “What you are telling me proves that the demons failed miserably. They didn’t destroy you. You are still the most loving, and the most selfless person I know.” His eyes became a bit brighter as tears appeared again. “Those fuckers are just liars. They know nothing about love. About you. About us. They don’t know all the things I did to try to get you back. They don’t know how much I love you. They are unable to fathom a love like ours. I’m going to help you through it. We’ll fight the nightmares together.” I made a pause and looked at his face. The expression of his eyes, full of love, made my heart swell. “I love you, Y/N” was all he said. But he didn’t need to add anything else. All the unspoken words he wanted to say could be read in his eyes. And he leaned again for a soft kiss.

After that kiss, I finally got up to get him a glass of water but a gentle hand snaked around my wrist and his broken voice whispered “ Please, don’t leave me.” I turned my head to look in his direction.I surrendered the idea of water and simply replied softly “I didn’t have the intention to.” I swiftly closed the distance between us and embraced him in my arms. After a few minutes in this position, I made a gesture to invite Dean to lay down. And we finally both laid down on the bed. Dean cried a bit longer on my chest before falling asleep. “I love you.” I mumbled as I placed a kiss on his forehead and I soon fell asleep too.

@hobby27

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zalrb · 4 months

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OK but fr Stefan's game vs Damon's game when it came to each of them having a "fuck it" moment and making a move with Elena is laughable to compare. Like how is anyone with their whole chest going to try to say that Damon kissing Elena on the porch holds a candle to Stefan literally just staring at Elena at the Ball? Like??? Be serious everyone. Or Stefan dancing with Elena at prom vs Damon "teaching" Elena to fight or something in Season 3. It's 2024, this whole Delena5eva prank can stop now.

OK BUT RIGHT THO? RIIIIIIIGHT?

How intimate is the intensity in Stefan's gaze? AND THEN the eye contact throughout the dance?

and by the end of the night, Elena is like, no, no, no, you've STIRRED things, sir

Stefan's emotional "fuck it" with I sold my to soul to basically the devil to save my brother and I'm in emotional turmoil and I just have to hear your voice to keep me from drowning in utter despair

vs. Damon's emotional "fuck it" with hey, let me tell you I love you and erase your memory of it because I'm such a good guy but I'm feeling conflicted because I saw how much you love my brother and I needed to tell you I love you too

Stefan's "fuck it" there's a vibe, there's been a vibe, there's this connection, I know you feel it, let's not run from it

vs Damon's "fuck it" my brother just saved my life but you were worried about me so remember that when he's back

Stefan's "fuck it" let me cook you your favourite meal because we're in a weird place right now

vs Damon's "fuck it" let me annoy her with getting her date to order a wine she hats because we're in a weird place right now

Stefan's "fuck it" let's fuck in your parents' bedroom

vs Damon's "fuck it" we just broke up but let's have sex

Please. Let's just all be serious people.

#stelena #stefan salvatore #elena gilbert #the vampire diaries #dobsley #stelena 2x14 #stelena 1x05 #stelena 5x04 #stelena 3x14 #stelena 3x01

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deeply-unserious-fellow · 7 days

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No okay bcuz actually I DO want to explain my thoughts from this post here because I love analyzing things and I think talking abt Vox's relationships thru the lens of "this is just like Buffy fr fr" could be fun :)

FIRST OFF: VoxVal as Spike & Drusilla. I do not know their ship name and tbh I'm probably never gonna talk about them again so whooooo cares. To state the obvious, in this situation Vox is Spike and Val is Dru. Now, it's been awhile since I've watched Buffy, but from what I remember, Spike & Drusilla really are THE toxic villain couple, in that they're both like. Not very good to or for eachother, all things considered, but goddamnit they love eachother SO MUCH- which really is the generous interpretation of Staticmoth. I'm not gonna go super in depth into the fucking. Is Staticmoth abusive debate rn. Because I have one million other posts that make my stance on that pretty clear I think. But the uh... nicer interpretation of their relationship is very much Spike & Drusilla I think. Like right down to the headcannon of Vox liking how Val's shit eyesight & temper tantrums makes him kind of dependent on him. Again, could be misremembering, but based off of how Spike was w/ Dru while she was weakened(and based off of how he rebounded w/ Harmony of all people 💀), I get the distinct vibe that, despite his frustrations, Spike did like having somebody relying on him the way Dru(and later Harmony) did. Vox def seems like the type of guy that would get a kick out of feeling Needed and Relied On(why else would he literally route the entire Pride rings power grid through himself-), and Valentino is. Well. Valentino. I'm not gonna go over their interaction before Stayed Gone because it makes me ~genuinely uncomfortable~ for reasons I have, once again, gone into in depth before, but suffice it to say that it's definitely in character for Vox to be into Val relying on him like that. Oh also, like somebody pointed out in the reblogs on the original post, the reason Spike & Dru broke up from s3 all the way to their reunion in s5 is that she cheated on him and that's. Yeah that sounds about right.

And second, the Staticradio twins: Spuffy and Spangel. Why the fuck did I call them the Staticradio twins? I don't know I'm tired as shit and just used most of my brain power on the VoxVal segment now get off my back- anyways, these two are actually pretty easy to explain so I'll just get right into it! Most of the similarities between Staticradio and Spuffy can really be summed up in the song Reat In Peace from Buffy's musical episode. One-sided, obsessive crush on someone who you know deep down will probably never reciprocate. You want them to just leave you the fuck alone and stay gone(hahahahahahahahah), but they just. Aren't. Like even the bits about being a dead guy without a heart beat are spot on because Vox is a motherfuckin DEMON who is a ROBOT!!!!!!! Also the Alastor Body Pillow fanon(which IS fanon. It is. I'm sorry to say but that wasn't a thing on the Instagrams y'all-) does line up with the uh. The Buffy sex bot- it does line up with the Buffy sex bot. Anyways moving on to the Spangel section-

"You were my sire man!" - Spike, to Angel, in his introduction episode. I don't remember if this was retconned in season 5(or 6?) to be Dru siring Spike? It might've been. But for the sake of this post lets pretend it wasn't. Angel was basically Spike's mentor for a lot of their time together pre-show. They ran around in their weird little vampire polycule causing problems for everyone and life was good! Then Angel got cursed. Bro got a soul and then ran away for years without a word to anyone. Then, cut to current day, and Spike is hyped to see him right up to the point he realizes Angel has Changed. And from that point onward to two are RIVALS!!!!! Narrative foils, even. And while it isn't exactly the same as Alastor and Vox's history, it's pretty damn similar right!? Al was(presumably) Vox's friend and mentor for YEARS, like to the point of being comfortable taking a picture with him. Then something happens between them, causing a rivalry to form. Throw somewhere in the mix Al's deal & him fucking off for 7 years... it's like the same pieces being put together in a new way to make a different puzzle. Is Rosie Darla in this analogy? Unclear. Val is still Dru though. Do y'all get where I'm coming from? It's far, FAR from the same thing, like there are so many fucking differences and that's just going off of the stuff we DO know(I want to know more god I can't wait for season 2-), but the dynamics ARE similar. They're narrative foils with a deep history w/ eachother where they were probably-definitely friends, something caused them to become RIVALS, and also one of them is cursed and dissappeared for several years-

Whoo boy this got kinda incoherent- Anyways, that brings me to my brand new fun and interesting point: Vox and Spike are kinda similar characters. They're both antagonists who wanna be Big Tough Scary guys so bad, and like. They are. They are big tough AND scary. Sometimes. But for the vast majority of their screen time, their emotions, capacity for love(no matter how twisted their version of love is), and the consequences of that love going wrong continually get the better of them and cause them to look to us, the audience, like silly pathetic wet cats we found on the side of the road. Then they get Weird about it(Vox's "rivalry" w/ Angel and the. Buffy sex bot.) and we remember oh yeah this guy is EVIL! They also both wear long jackets and are bisexual :)

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soulmatess · 1 month

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Hey guys so there's tears streaming down my face. I kid you not the credits are playing as I'm typing. I am not okay.

So the ending fucked me up so bad. Like it hurts me. I'm in fucking pain because it was so fucking good. I have never felt so much love for a show in my entire life I swear I see the heavens. LISA THE WOMAN YOU ARE, GOD I LOVE YOU !!

The ending is gorgeous, it's sappy and it reminds you that GOD THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A FUN TEEN DRAMA.

The talk with August and wille HEALED something deep within me. I cried during that scene because not onky did August apologise but wille said thankyou and jesus there's snot legit dripping out my nose from my sobbing. I AM NOT OKAY. i love how felice was with them at the end, it seriously fixed soemthing in my brainwaves, seriously did i mention how much i adore this ending?

The talk between Sara and August BROKE ME. when wille august his mum IT BROKE ME. and holy shit don't get me started with the snow globe!! When he chuckled it into the bin I KNEW WHAT WAS ABOUT TO COME AND YET I WAS STILL SURPRISED.

So anyway let's go lesbians, fuck the monarchy, i like kristina???? I love August? I really love Sara? I FUCKING LOVE FELICE !!! AND OHEMGEE WILMON MY HEART.

Anyway what I'm trying to say is that I fucking love young royals. I watched season 1 like a day after it was released so it has been such a big comfort show for me and seeing it end has simultaneously made me so sad and so so happy.

Please fucking talk to me about young royals in my asks or dms I really don't care I AM JUST DESPERATE FOR YR FANS BECAUSE I HAVE NONE LOL.

anyways i've stopped crying, i'm gonna watch the documentary and then i'm gonna continue my ff because damn i need some good aus to fix my soul fr.

#young royals #young royals s3 spoilers #im sobbing so hard

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evansbby · 4 months

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LMFAOOO I LOVE CHRISTINA FOR THAT BC THATS SO REAL😭😭 NO HONESTLY HOW DID OWEN PULL HER!?28:!&;!382!! LIKE BE SO FUCKING FOR REALLL??? THAT FUCKING GINGER??? SHE WAS ALWAYS WAAAYYY TOO GOOD FOR HIM. AND THEN HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO CHEAT ON HER ASWELL CBSKSNIDSN HOWWWW????? IDGI!?

But icl after Christina left I stopped watching for like a week. She’s my fucking FAVORITEEEE and she left😭😭😭 like my heart broke😖😖😖

NOOO FR! Like this man thought he could persuade her to have his baby? Sir, she was offering you up to Teddy just to keep Teddy as her mentor 😭😭😭😭 and honestly idk how Owen pulled Cristina OR Teddy! Cristina was perfect with Burke or on her own and Teddy was perfect with Henry! Owen just ruins everything! Every woman he touches, he ruins!

And a WEEK???! Bestie once Cristina left, I stopped watching FULL STOP. I never watched from season 11 onwards. To me, Cristina was the other main character and the relationship of Meredith and Cristina was the crux of the show and sooo important to me…. It’s not the same without her, she was the heart and soul of the show! She was everything to me… 😭😭😭

#anon

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swizzee · 1 year

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Ok ok, I don’t have any art to share cause I’m in the heat of the moment but I need to rave about the new ToH episode for a second

I was bummed about the leaks and made it my mission to go spoiler free until the premiere so I could enjoy it the way Diana intended

AND HOLY FUCK SHE DID NOT DISAPPOINT

I love all the new lore we’ve just got from the new episode cause it really ties everything from season two in. The ancient rival races of collectors and titans killing each other off so one race could prevail but then their endlings become…. Friends? Also the supreme being of the universe is literally a toddler? So silly, so perfect. One thing I’m dying to learn more about is the collector code cause it’s hinted about a tiny bit and also how the Collector just changed it cause he wanted to play hide and seek?? SO SILLY. King literally reads it and doesn’t question anything, he walks down the halls of the palace and ignores the depictions of his ANCESTORS LITERALLY GETTING MURDERED!!? Hello sir your fat head is hiding the lore! I am excited to see King learn the full extent of his powers cause if they’re equally as powerful as the Collector’s, the final show down is gonna kick ass!

One of my biggest regrets was embracing literally every Thanks to Them spoiler I could get my fingers on so the whole story was kinda meh when I actually watched it. One thing that no one even bothered mentioning was all the Star Trek references! The whole season we learn about how Luz’s parents got together over a shared love of Star Trek. Gus and Hunter dress up the whole episode, I mean twist my arm and kiss my soul Diana!! I love Star Trek so much, almost as much as I love crossovers. So Star Trek x any of my other interests? Just steal my heart already!

BEAM ME UP??? Hunter dressed as Data, Gus as maybe Riker or Forge??? I am in love

Willow coping with her emotions and her friends helping her realize she’s more than just the rock of the group was so wonderful and really embraced so much of the Willow character development we never got to see. Her and hunter holding hands at the end was adorable too. Fingers crossed for a tiny cheek kiss by the end of the next special 🤞

Luz and her mom finally being able to understand each other was so adorable and done with so much passion, the whole scene left me in tears. Her mom relating back to Luz of how she was a weird, nerdy kid in high school and just wanted to protect her daughter from relentless bullying honestly hit way to close to home. I’ve always been a weird kid (ie. Sci Fi enthusiast, artsy fartsy, lover of cartoons, hater of sports) and have had the same conversations Luz had with her mom in season one. “You need to calm down, try to relate to other kids more. There’s nothing wrong with you, you might just be a bit… much for some people”. It broke my heart seeing their strained relationship but that just made me even more in awe of them bonding over their weird passion.

“All I ever wanted was to be understood”. She’s just like me fr ☹️💔

Luz’s palesman reveal was so long awaited by everyone and Diana definitely did not disappoint. I saw so many videos on theories about her palesman but I never considered every single theory would be right lmao. Anyway, string bean is so perfect and a great reflection of how Luz is so much more than a silly otter or a sulking sparrow, she embodies everything. I love String Bean, especially all the different forms they offer for her, can’t wait to draw all of them!!!

More girlfriend content! I love them sm, mmmm young love, so yummy, GET IN MY MOUTH EGGEGEGDHJDJKE 🤬💖

I understand that the third season was meant to be more than three specials but tbh, I can’t imagine seeing such a beautiful piece of artistry separated into episodes. The colors, character designs, plot, everything. It was all leaps and bounds ahead of Thanks to Them so my hopes are even higher for Watching and Searching

This is one of my favorite screen caps, enjoy!

The glittery eyes, the flowing tears, the way the light reflects off her face in a way the separates her from the scenery??? PLEASE OH MY GOD IT WILL KILL ME VGFTVGTDVGYDGVHDHUCUDHCUDJ

#toh hunter #toh willow #toh luz #toh amity #toh camila #toh king #toh gus #ToH #owl house #the owl house #the collecter toh #disney #cartoon #for the future #toh spoilers #the owl house season three spoilers #toh s3e2 #animation

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bllsbailey · 2 years

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Ye and Candace Owens Sport 'White Lives Matter' T-Shirts, the Left Melts Down

The artist formerly known as Kanye West could give conservatives lessons on how to trigger the Left without breaking a sweat.

Now legally known as “Ye,” the mogul rapper, designer, political disruptor, and raconteur first became famous for his music. Now Ye is infamous for his embrace of MAGA, his “Sunday Service” religious fervor, his recent foray into politics, and his rocky marriage to Kim Kardashian. In 2013, Ye broke the internet when he threw up a $120 white T-shirt for pre-sale to promote his merger of Yeezy brand with French brand A.P.C.

The shirt sold out within hours.

But Monday’s shenanigans went way beyond that, and the meltdowns have been epic.

Ye appeared in Paris for Fashion Week and did a surprise show for his Yeezy Season 9 collection. Ye and his invited guest, The Daily Wire’s Candace Owens, both sported long-sleeved T-shirts that read, “White Lives Matter.”

Apparently, the models sporting his line also had similar shirts.

Kanye West and Candace Owens in Paris pic.twitter.com/klj4rxsyAj — Wu-Tang Is For The Children (@WUTangKids) October 3, 2022

From Page Six:

Kanye West is making a statement. The rapper staged a surprise Yeezy fashion show on Monday in Paris, showcasing his Season 9 collection to much fanfare. Before the models appeared, West gave a speech while wearing a “White Lives Matter” T-shirt emblazoned with the Pope’s face on the front and the same bedazzled flip-flops he sported last week.

Cue the outrage in 3… 2… 1…

I feel like this image is what a stroke feels like. Fr tho, Kanye giving a shoutout to a literal neo-Nazi propaganda campaign is a major (and strangely unanticipated?) concern and problem. https://t.co/dIYfooo0c2 — Garfield but Anti-Fascist (@AntifaGarfield) October 3, 2022

I guess this transcends Ye wearing a MAGA Hat and his visit to the Trump White House. People are truly triggered.

Seeing Ye and Candace both in that shirt hurts my soul. Whatever nuance there was as part of his fashion show pales in comparison to seeing someone who is so politically destructive and reprehensible standing there with Ye, emblazoned with that phrase. — Watching the Throne (@KanyePodcast) October 3, 2022

Lack of melanin, and the fact that Ye feels these people matter is quite the issue with this bunch. They probably would have given Ye the side eye if his shirt said, “All Lives Matter,” but the specific focus of this message is causing heads to explode. One blue check publication failed to use a dictionary before tweeting to look up the meaning of the word, “fascism.” The last time I checked, Ye was not part of the government, and Yeezy is not a fashion brand endorsed by the government. However, Ye is stupid rich and knows how to make (and keep) his dollars. Ye also knows how to flip the bird at certain factions, without actually flipping the bird.

Kanye West continues his long slide into fascism by wearing a “White Lives Matter” shirt: https://t.co/9qdkIHvGbv pic.twitter.com/H65ajzQMMM — CONSEQUENCE (@consequence) October 3, 2022

Ye’s speech before the runway show was free association, as is his style.

He referenced his ex-wife Kim Kardashian’s 2016 Paris robbery, his former manager Scooter Braun, the struggles he faced entering the fashion industry, his recent fallout with Gap and much more. “I am Ye, and everyone here knows that I am the leader,” he said at one point, referencing his new legal name. “You can’t manage me.”

"I am Ye, and everyone here knows that I am the leader" #YZYSZN9 pic.twitter.com/MTo4lPT22L — Photos Of Ye (@PhotosOfKanye) October 3, 2022

Ye is indeed a leader, and totally unmanageable, which makes this all the more delicious that the Left is having conniption fits. In 2005, when “Kanye” was screaming on public television that President George W. Bush hates white people, he was cheered and applauded.

Then Ye publicly embraced that Bad Orange Man, and well… the Left blamed mental illness and acted as though he had a communicable disease. They couldn’t destroy him fast enough or vociferously enough. He was off the reservation and he had to be stopped.

They didn’t succeed, thanks to that stupid rich part and the fact that Ye lives who he is, and doesn’t seek approval or permission. Love him or hate him, he will stand for what he believes. Ye may have distanced himself from Trump and the MAGA associations, but he is still outspoken about freedom of speech and the evils of abortion.

USA Today gave more attention to his speech and his business focus:

He continued at another point: “People feel like they have the right to come to my face and call me crazy, like it doesn’t hurt my feelings, or like you don’t have to be crazy in order to change the world.” The rapper and fashion designer has made headlines in the last month for a public breakup with Gap. He told Vogue Business in an interview published Monday ahead of the show that he now plans on running Yzy as a vertically integrated business. “Even George Lucas had issues with Disney,” he told the outlet. “And now we’re here, and Yzy is established on its own.”

The social media bastion known as #BlackTwitter has also been going nuts. Ye has replaced mythical creatures and celebrities playing historical artifacts as the subject of their fire tweets.

Didn’t #candaceowens just call your baby momma a whore last week? #kanyewest #kanye #ye #blacktwitter pic.twitter.com/WHLwXuSPk2 — Galactic Unicorn (@GalacticUncrn) October 4, 2022

It’s his ex-wife, and if the shoe fits….

Step aside, Larry Elder, now Ye is the new Black Face of White Supremacy.

#kanye #KanyeWest #BlackTwitter #BREAKING #exposed People like KanyeWest believe that WS don't exist. KanyeWest are WS in Black Face. https://t.co/gcOccyRvoC — KingLionCrown (@kinglioncrown) October 3, 2022

Ye is on a whole other level, very similar to Elon Musk. Ye has enough F-U money, creativity, and street creds that it doesn’t matter what other people think. As he said above, he cannot be managed.

Ye is also a shrewd businessman. You don’t garner a net worth of 6.6 billion and growing without having that acumen. Like Musk, Ye is adept at playing to his followers and playing the media to his advantage. Every commentary about his fashion event is looking for a “statement” about the tees. It doesn’t take a genius to know that Ye received more in marketing and advertising than he could have paid Madison Avenue to get. The fact that Ye is shopping for a new partnership after dropping his deal with Gap should also not be lost on observers. This move culls the herd for only the true believers and the committed to need to apply.

Savvy and a bit Savage.

I do not care whose name is on it, I am not stupid rich, so would not pay stupid money for that t-shirt. But once Ye strikes that retail partnership he is seeking, we’ll see whether his statement goes beyond clever marketing to a movement.

It is not like it hasn’t happened before.

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 3 years

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It’s The Avengers (03x13)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 3 Episode 13: That One Stranger

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: eep sorry

Word Count: last weekend was a blast!! My cousins, my brother’s best friend, all of us gathered and karaoked while drunk. Bro’s bestie even brought dad in for a song and two and broke a few glasses coz he was THAT drunk. Poor dude even apologised for that.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

The camera was coloured in darkness when it heard a troubled and tired whine. It took a second or two to come out of someone's backpack- quite possibly Javier's- to record you nearly lying over a rhino-like alien with a dinosaur-like tail. Your eyes looked sad and frustrated, your limbs tired- hanging on either side of the slow creature carrying on its own pace. A scarf was thrown over your head that ended up covering your face, making the camera shift towards the tall figure of Loki walking beside the new transportation service. His figure- with the usual black jeans and equally black shirt- was covered in a cloak that protected him from the harsh rays of the neighbouring star. "They're gone. Stop whining," he ordered without even looking at you. "The only breathing insane person you need is me."

Lulu, who was sitting over your back now, was enjoying the languid bumpy ride through the desert that was filled with little crowds around the oasis -found around every two kilometres- while his camera recorded Javier sitting on his rhino facing you guys. You pulled the scarf away from your face and pouted, letting your face rest in your palms. "But they are all so cute." A blink later you turned your eyes towards Loki and smirked. "OoooOoooh!-" you deepened your voice- "'The only breathing insane person you need is me'-" and then squirmed out loud- "you naughty-naughty. You teasing me. You naughty-naughty!" Loki turned to face you, his steps so in sync that he was right next to your face the whole time his eyes kept yours captured. "What exactly is it that made my words tease you, darling?" All the playful giggle vanished as soon as it had come. You felt your body straighten at that smirk running wild over his lips while Javier's camera caught the change in the shade of your face.

You: *annoyed* You have to be really careful how you go about joking around with Loki 'cause that son of a bitch can turn anything into something sexual. *looks at the camera* *feels a shiver go down your body*

Loki: It is *stresses* so easy to make Y/N uncomfortable. All I have to do is make her think I am thinking something impermissible and then sit back to watch her fumble. *chuckles* It's one of my many talents. *feels a confidence boost*

"You are so annoying sometimes," you muttered under your breath while scratching an itch on the back of your neck. "Sometimes I forget you get a high out of making people miserable." "Oh, no. The high is solely out of annoying you," Loki pointed out innocently. Grabbing one end of the scarf, you flipped it in the air to smack Loki's back with it. "You do not deserve any of the lava cakes I make in the future!" "Thank the Norns. They kept giving me the worst pains." "You sonova-" Another flick of your scarf was easily caught by the God to pull you towards him. You nearly fell on his chest if not for your hands landing on those pecs first.

You: *mouth opened in an 'o'* *blinks slowly* I think I grabbed his boobies. *purses lips* *thinks for a long moment* *camera pans in* *raises brows* those are some really hard boobies.

"What." Even when you were sitting on the rhino- who came to a standstill on its own at the moment, clearly sensing some heat in the moment- Loki did not have to bend his beck even a smidge to stare right into your soul. "What," you spat back a bit hesitantly, trying your best to fume, taking your hands away from his body to hide them somewhere before they were executed for their crimes. "You are being quite bold these days," he commented while wrapping the scarf around his hand, never letting his gaze falter. "I was always bold-" you shrugged- "especially when it came to anything that had to do with you." Loki chuckled. And licked his lips. The camera caught the one strong inhale you took in. "What did you expect would happen in the long run? That I would go all soft and mushy on you like those fangirls you have on earth? Stand outside your home and shout-" "Loki?" The voice wasn't yours. You could never carry that kind of sultry weight in your throat even if you wanted to. It felt like it had come with the wind. Or maybe an echo? It wasn't until you looked at Javier's camera that you looked behind you and found a woman dressed in red standing within inches of you, giving you a mini heart attack, leading to one great fall. Loki could have broken your fall if he wanted to but from the look in his eyes, he was stuck on the woman he was seeing standing a few feet away from him. Lulu's camera caught this woman perfectly. From every angle, she looked human. Her pale skin was akin to a glass moulded in the shape of a Goddess. Her thin lips were coloured a shade of purple. Her eyes a shade of blue that was darker than usual. They were less of an ocean and more of a pool hidden in the caverns that were bottomless and unexplorable. A red cloak covered her head- except for a few strands of silver hair- and the rest of her body. It was not hard to miss for the cameras recording a couple of things that happened in a little span of time; like the slipping of your scarf from Loki's hands, the rhinos excusing themselves from the scene, the nervous fluffing up of Lulu at the sight of this stranger, the sudden chill in the air in the middle of the desert making the animals- and you- shiver. On top of that, the piercing rays of the nearest star seemed to get dull by the second till the camera realised there were clouds gathering above them out of bloody nowhere.

"Is that really you? Loki...son of Odin...and son of Laufey?" "It's Freya," you whispered, internally correcting this stranger who was visibly making you quite uncomfortable. "It has been a while." She completely ignored you if she heard that. Her smile seemed to stretch from one ear to another at the sight of the God- who was evidently the only thing she wanted to see. "Aellae." It was not the name itself that produced the moment but the way it came out to make you turn towards Loki.

You: *frown at the void* It was almost like he was recalling something he had...lost. Like that one book that you repeatedly read and then it just disappeared one day only for you to find out that you had yourself kept it in an ultimate secret place that you yourself forgot about. So, when you find it you feel guilty for facing it again. *breathless* *camera pans in* *looks at Javier* does this make sense? *blinks at Javier who is signing something* *frowns harder* What do you mean why it's gotten me all worked up? I mean *stutters and points in the distance* *camera pans in Loki and Aellae standing in the distance looking at each other and not really talking much* W-who knows what's the history there. Like is she a friend or foe? Or a fr-o. *camera pans back on your face* *tsks* of course, this doesn't make sense. None of this does. *looks at the pair and crosses her arms* *fumes at no one in particular*

"I thought I-" "Lost me?" Aellae simply smiled. "You should know better than that. After all, it is me, my love." There was no hesitation in the movement of your eyes when you looked at Loki for an answer to that statement. If it wasn't for the brilliant observation of this talented boy named Javier, one would not have caught the slight movement of his eyes when he wanted to glance at you from his peripheral vision while taking in a lungful. "My love," you stressed that last word to make sure Loki understood the question scratching beneath the sarcasm. There was a slight roll of his eyes followed by him completely closing them for one elongated moment. "I have been waiting for this day," Aellae continued, making a part of you itch for completely ignoring your presence, "when I finally found you again." The tilt of her head and that hollow gaze that tried to be soft gave her an eerie touch. "And to think I was only living on your memories till now." Aellae took a step forward and stopped when she found the God taking the lead with this one. In this situation, the angle mattered a lot. Because from where Lulu stood- right on your shoulder- it looked as if this stranger had taken a step where could she step right where the distance between her and you two was the same. From where Javier stood, his camera saw Loki step towards Aellae while completely blocking you from the boy's view. But what he did record was Loki bringing forward his hands for her. That hollowness in her eyes suddenly swirled into an ounce of mild ecstasy. when she put her hands in his and felt his thumbs rest on top of the back of her palms. "It has been one long while," he concluded, forcing Javier to walk- with quite the struggle- in the sand to pan in on this confusion fused with this piercing hint of disappointment on your face.

"I'm sorry," you sputtered, "come again?" "Title of your sex tape," he muttered under his breath. "Hm?" Aellae turned in question. "Nothing, my dearest," the God assured her before turning to answer your question. "I said you are on your own now. Look for a cavern at one of the oasis and they will drop you at a shelter. Hopefully." Your head did feel the just of surprise even though the last twenty seconds of their hand-holding had you all ready for a surprise. Words were being a stubborn bitch in your lungs- never escaping your mouth right this moment and all your could do was exhale and mock a burst of laughter at those words. "And then? And then what?" Your heated brain really could not think of anything else. Loki shrugged.

You: *shouting* THAT SON OF A BITCH SHRUGGED!!! *pointing at yourself* AT ME!!!

"I don't know. Look for a rainbow." Without another word, he turned back towards the woman. Just like that. The only sound was that of the wind running through the desert as you, Javier and Lulu watched Loki walk away with this strange creature. It took a minute for the little one figure out, for when he did, he pressed his stomach and stood up on your shoulder, his heart beating faster than it usually did. And when the realisation dawned on him, Lulu jumped to the ground to take a few steps in Loki's direction and yell for him to come back.

'Member the way You used to say I was your meaning? You'd always need me

You just stood there, dried lips parted, eyes shrinking under the gaze of the star, arms dangling with nearly no life in them. For a second there, Javier felt you were about to fall, for Lulu's camera caught the boy come to your side, ready for anything that was bound to happen.

Did you forget What that shit meant? You were my answer You were what mattered

But all you did was stand there with disappearing emotions just like those two disappeared with the last sand dune in front of you. With the last silhouette of Loki gone in sand, you closed your eyes, worrying your companions for that stretched moment.

Lived at your place Know the way that I taste Yeah, you know things Yeah, you know things

"He knows," you whispered to yourself, your brows furrowing together, your fingers curling into fists.

I met your mom Even got us a dog That ain't nothing, oh

A piercing scream came out of your lungs making the little floof jump five feet into the air to land away from you while Javier's camera recorded his three-second jolts before falling straight down from his hands.

Say you know me Say you know me Say you know me, know Say you know me Say you know me Say you know me

"HE FUCKING KNOWS!!!!" Your voice was at the edge of a massive breakdown, shaking while your eyes blurred themselves in this uncontrollable rage.

You always will

"That son of a bitch knows how bad it is for me alone in a strange land," you croaked, trying to kick some sand with your boots. Javier signed something from outside the frame to you. "Hey, you're not alone. I'm here too," Lulu's camera caught his words. You looked at him for five seconds. "You lost your socks while sleeping on your first day. You were wearing those bloody socks." Javier- clearly offended but also guilty- mocked a gasp as he took a few steps away from you. The soft strings of guitar added to the air around you looking in the distance where nothing could be seen now. No one. Sand for infinity and a few oases that did not lead to him.

Feet were dragged through the stubborn sand that let won't you walk straight. All the effort that was going into being angry was now running down towards your legs. But that did not stop you from fuming so hard that the camera could catch the difference in your features.

See, I know What it is, what it is, what it is, babe

But as the camera panned over your face, it seemed more of a sullen sulk and less of that rage you had just shown.

See, I know What it is, what it is

And were those tears in your eyes that you were trying to blink away? That you were trying to hide from Javier as much as possible?

Let me miss What it is, what it is, what it isn't Let me miss it Let me miss it

Giving up, you walked towards the first oasis in your way, populated generously by desert animals and a few nomads. The tents seemed somewhat similar to those you found on earth except for the spherical air pockets surrounding them to keep them cool. One of the nomads was kind enough to open the doorway for you and bow down in their own way, making the rainbow stone in his necklace reflect the starlight right into your eyes as you entered the place. "Did some order a seven-spice rainbow with a generous dash of sexy on the side?" The light that has just left your eyes came back with a sweet gasp. "My White Knight!" you nearly choked on your own joy. .

The camera felt itself shake when the rainbow drink was kept on the table. Thanking White, you dragged the sparkly fizzy thing towards you to get a taste. "So-" White furrowed his brows licked his lips in a thought- "you're saying Loki did leave you but he did not leave you." You just nodded, your lips not ready to leave the straw. "Easy," White ordered with a serious face, receiving a pinch from Green and Orange sitting next to him without looking away from you. Both of them seemed to be caught in a sweet trance that was clearly you. And when you finally did leave the straw, the elated sigh of a content throat made both of them close their eyes and smile. "Oh, God! This is so goooood," you exclaimed as no voice came out of you. "Y/N," your White Knight called out to you, "focus." You set the drink down and straighten yourself. "Yes, sir," you whispered. "Not that much of focus," he muttered while clearing his throat, adjusting himself where he sat. Violet rolled his eyes and sighed. "What do you mean when you say he did not leave you?" You looked at Violet and put your hands on the table. "I mean that I don't think he went with that woman....goddess...witch...whatever...on his own. I think he was kinda kidnapped." All the boys- except Orange- shared a look with each other. Orange was just too engrossed in you at this point. "Are you sure he just didn't go on his own?" Green stressed. "He would be one dumb bitch to leave me alone like that," you nearly shouted before going for that unicorn juice again. "There must've been a reason." Orange nodded vigorously in agreement. "Very dumb bitch," he tsked. "Because he knows I will kill him if he did-" you sipped the cold fizz- "and if I didn't, our family definitely will." The camera panned in the emotion of slight disbelief White felt as his eyes remained hollow while that smile was still stuck on his face. It took him a few seconds to bring himself to mutter, "our...family," and scratch an itch on his neck. "So," you burped and excused yourself, "before anyone from my home flies here just to kill him, I am going to rescue him." "Whaaa-at?" Sky mutters from behind the bar counter. "Help you go after some strange and powerful witch that we have absolutely no idea about?" Javier's camera- which Javier had in his hand as he stood right behind Sky- recorded the endless stash of weapons and potions kept behind the bar right there within Sky's reach. The camera especially zoomed in on the one bundle of spears marked 'Witch skewers: Do not wash, Do not touch. Poisonous'. "And that too on such a short notice?" Sky faked a laugh.

Sky: *tired* Of course we know Loki's been kidnapped. White: *casually* Of course, we'll help Y/N. Violet: *stone face* I'm down to hunt some bad girls any day. White: *sighs* I really wish we could leave him with his kidnapper though. *pause* *everyone mumbles in agreement* *silence resumes around the table* Orange: *thinking while looking at the void* but that would make Y/N sad. *nods and pouts around the table* Red: Once we rescue him, let's kidnap Y/N. *hums of agreement around the table*

"Okay-" you place the empty glass on the table and get up to look around the table before looking into Javier's camera, "let's go save a God today."

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drunkoncartoons · 3 years

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hi! 1, 2, 12, 13, 24, and 30!! :)

Hey Pluto:)) ahsgahs this is my first time responding an ask, also I get REALLY rambly, so bare with me x))

1. I've got plenty actually

-Thnks fr th mmrs by Fall Out Boy

It takes me back to those good times back in middle school with my friends. I had this burst of discoveries of a bunch of things that I still like today (big fob fan here). Basically the birth of the actual me:')) also as time passes by the title does justice to its meaning.

-Season 2 Episode 3 by Glass Animals

I just really vibe with this song, this is my theme song in some other universe I know it.

-Cool with you by Her's

Again, the vibe is i👏mma👏cu👏late👏 def a song to just lay down/cuddle while listening to. Also, I still can't believe both of them (her's) died in an accident, it broke my heart bc they were new artists:(( may they rest in peace.

-4ever After by Kero One and Ace Hashimoto

It's funny how I used to like a lot of edgy and angsty music (I still do lmao) but my favs rn are really vibey ones. This one makes me sp chill and happy~ I do my silly little dances around my silly little house✨

-Being Human from Steven Universe

Man this one has many feels to it. It takes me back to my friends and I watching SU in middle school, to last year watching SU's finale, the first months of quarantine, chill and happy times, and being alive in general:') I love SU and this song to death.

-Glued by Melanie Martinez

I love all of Mel's songs, this woman literally can't make a bad song, pls😭✨✨ but this song, omg this song just hits different. I can relate so much, the vibe, the rythm, the lyrics, her soothing voice?? Ma'am🛐🛐 Take my soul~

-Rosas by La Oreja de Van Gogh

Spanish is my first language, this song played on the radio 24/7 when I was a child. I rediscovered it back in middle school and I still listen to it today. The lyrics are so beautiful, actually, I love every song from this band too🥺💞💞

2. Many...but I'll do top 5

-Big Hero 6

-The Breakfast Club

-Every Star Wars movie lmao

-Coco

-Soul

Do you ever feel like reinventing yourself after watching a film? Yeah, same.

12. Kinda anxious bc I've exams this week but rather fine, thanks for asking🥺💞

13. Anything sweet (not much of a surprise huh?)

24. It depends, I actually have a hard time trying to relax when I get stressed, but something that I really need in order for me to calm down is to be alone. I'm dead meat if I can't get away from a crowded place or even if there's just one person in the room while being stressed💀💀

30. I don't think I've find it yet. I mean, I could say my room but that's more like my comfort place. I've been dreaming of what or who could feel like home since quarantine started. Home is rather something, someplace, someone I going to find sooner or later, I know it:'))

Thanks for the asks bæ🥺🥺 this was fun~💞

#asks uwu #pluto✨

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pamphletstoinspire · 3 years

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Sexagesima Sunday - February 7, 2021 - Latin Calendar

The second Sunday of the Septuagesima season is known as “Sexagesima, which means “sixty”. Sexagesima Sunday comes roughly sixty days before Easter. Throughout this short Season and that of Lent (next Season) you will notice a deepening sense of penance and somberness, culminating in Passiontide (the last two weeks of Lent), that will suddenly and joyously end at the Vigil of Easter on Holy Saturday when the alleluia returns and Christ’s Body is restored and glorified.

Sermon for Children’s Mass: Sexagesima Sunday

by Fr. Raphael Frassinetti, 1900

Gospel. Luke viii. 4 – 15. At that time: When a very great multitude was gathered together and hastened out of the cities unto him, he spoke by a similitude: The sower went out to sow his seed: and as he sowed, some fell by the wayside and was trodden down, and the fowls of the air devoured it. And other some fell upon a rock: and as soon as it was sprung up, it withered away, because it had no moisture. And other some fell among thorns, and the thorns growing up with it, choked it. And other some fell upon good ground: and being sprung up, yielded fruit a hundred fold. Saying these things, he cried out: He that hath ears to hear, let him hear. And his disciples asked him what this parable might be. To whom he said: To you it is given to know the mystery of the kingdom of God, but to the rest in parables, that seeing they may not see, and hearing may not understand. Now the parable is this: The seed is the word of God. And they by the wayside, are they that hear: then the devil cometh, and taketh the word out of their heart, lest believing they should be saved. Now they upon the rock, are they who when they hear, receive the word with joy: and these have no roots: for they believe for a while, and in time of temptation, they fall away. And that which fell among thorns, are they who have heard, and going their way, are choked with the cares and riches and pleasures of this life, and yield no fruit. But that on the good ground: are they who in a good and very good heart, hearing the word, keep it, and bring forth fruit in patience.

THE SEED OF THE WORD OF GOD THAT FALLS BY THE WAYSIDE, ON THE ROCKS, AMONG THORNS, OR UPON GOOD GROUND

It is hardly necessary to explain this Gospel, for Our Lord Himself gave the explanation of it by His own mouth. Let me ask you what kind of hearts you possess, what good do you derive from the frequent hearing of the word of God? Let me ask you if the ground is hard and trodden down where the seed falls; is it at once carried away by the devil, or is it rocky soil where it cannot take root? You hear the word of God, but does it grow up within you? Do you become more pious, more attentive, and reverent in God’s house? You hear the word of God, but do you observe the feasts of the Church with more devotion; do you go more frequently to the sacraments? You hear the word of God, but do you avoid bad companions, who lead you into sin? You hear the word of God, but do you give good example to your companions; or are you not, by your bad deeds and your wicked words, a rock of scandal to those who come near you?

Too often it happens that those who have all the advantages of good advice and example are still wicked themselves and make others so. This is a great source of sorrow to the priest who sows the seed of God with such assiduity, with much labor and solicitude. “Give an occasion to a wise man, and wisdom shall be added to him. Teach a just man, and he shall make haste to receive it.” But it is not so with the bad, who wish to continue in their evil ways; you may preach to them in vain, you may pray for them with many groans and tears; all is useless. You may represent to them the enormity of their sins, the scandal they are giving, and the imminent danger of eternal perdition in which they live, but all is in vain. You will not be able to make them say their prayers morning and night, they will not go to confession, they will not even say a Hail Mary in the day. If you tell them they should pray in temptation, that they should call on Jesus and Mary, they only laugh at you.

Heavenly wisdom will not enter a wicked soul, the hearts of such become harder and more obstinate, they are disgusted with the word of God. Is the number of these few, do you think? No, indeed. Go to church on Sundays and holydays; you will see that what I say is true. The streets, the public places, the saloons, are full of people, but few are found in the churches. This is the greatest punishment that God can send us, to let us go on in this disgust of His holy word. You should not belong to this class. You have religious training enough to know better. Do not imitate so many who never give themselves time to hear the word of God, though they have time enough to go to bad places and to immoral plays where the soul is ruined. Never do the like; remember that those who do not like to hear the word of God, have already the mark of damnation on their foreheads. Listen then gladly, for it will be your salvation. St. Bernard says that there is no surer sign of eternal damnation than to despise the word of God. Yes, my good young people, put aside all fear of hell provided you keep in your hearts the love of the word of God.

Here is a beautiful example of the holy virgin Scholastica which is found in the breviary. This holy virgin consecrated herself to God from her earliest childhood. Nothing delighted her more than to hear of God, or to speak of Him to others. At one time, as was her custom every year, she went to visit her saintly brother Benedict, who came out of his monastery to meet her, for women were not allowed within the men’s cloister. They had their supper together in the evening, after having passed the day in conversation about God. When Scholastica saw that the hour was getting late, she said to her brother: “You might do me the favor of staying with me overnight, that we may talk of the goodness of God, for it is now a late hour.” He answered, “I cannot do this, my sister; it is not allowed for a monk to remain outside of his cell during the night.” When Scholastica had heard this she was grieved, but she buried her face in her hands and began to pray. All at once a terrible storm broke out, with thunder and lightning, and the rain fell in torrents. St. Benedict knew that his sister had prayed for this. “What have you done, sister dear? You have prayed to keep me out of the monastery. May God forgive you.” The holy virgin with a bright smile answered: “I asked you to stay, but you would not listen; I asked my God, and no sooner had I made the petition than He listened to me. The sky, as you saw, was clear, but no sooner did I pray than the storm broke out.” St. Benedict was obliged to remain in the company of his sister, and spent the remainder of the night in prayer and pious reading. In the morning St. Benedict went back to his monastery and Scholastica returned to her home. Three days after, the holy monk raising his eyes, saw the spirit of his sister carried to heaven by the angels with great joy and festive song.

You, O good youth, who like to talk of God, console yourselves for the pretended loss of much pleasure in the conversations of the world, for you are of the number of the elect. They who are of God hear the word of God.

Let me beg of you, since it is in your power, to be always the good soil which receives gladly the seed of the word of God and so yields a hundred-fold. Let us not grow tired in doing good. Many young people indeed begin well; they are good, obedient, and respectful to grown people; they have faith; they love the Church and the sacraments, but when they grow older somehow they lose their piety. We find them in bad company, idle, beginning to drink, hangers-on at pool-rooms and gambling-places, and they avoid going to church. They go from bad to worse until they are ready for any deed of wickedness.

O, indeed, young men, if you did well you would have joy in this life, you would have the peace of God about you, that peace which the world cannot give, that peace which surpasseth all understanding. What great consolation will you feel at the hour of death when you shall see reserved for your glory and collected for your benefit all the good you have done in this life! The wicked will go to their graves with great show and pomp, but they are indeed poor before the throne of God, who rejects them, and sends them into exterior darkness. But to the good youth He will say, “Well done, thou good and faithful servant, enter into the joy of the Lord,” and then He will show him His beautiful home where He is to reign with God for all eternity.

#sexagesima sunday

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y-not-loki · 5 years

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The Soul Thief | Loki L.

A/N: Been a long time since I’ve posted a fic/one-shot so here’s one I’ve been working on for a while. I’ve always liked the idea of being able to control someone’s soul and remove it. Probably a million mistakes. Anyway, hope you enjoy! (also, enjoy the fact that I can’t find a gif to match the fic)

Warnings: Bit of swearing? Some violence in the beginning (opens in a battle).

Word count: 4 554

Blurb: (Y/N) is different. She can feel it in her bones, she can see it everywhere. She can see souls. She can manipulate them. She can make them do whatever she likes. Of course, she doesn’t do it all the time, because her lack of experience makes it difficult to do if she doesn’t have a sugar rush. When she gets caught mid-battle in her hometown between the Avengers and whatever-those-things-with-the-horns-tails-and-scales-are she ends up revealing her abilities in front of a very impressed God of Mischief and Iron Man. If only she had her phone with her now.

*DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN ANYTHING IN THIS BUT THE PLOT*

(Y/N) wasn’t ashamed to admit that she did get out of the bed on the wrong side, but she was ashamed to admit that everything was going wrong. First, her favourite coffee shop was closed for employee training, then she found out that her favourite bookstore had closed down to move somewhere else, and finally, it started raining on her usual walk to work. She usually didn’t mind rain, but she was wearing her favourite jumper and jeans that day in hopes to counteract the bad luck.

But surely such bad luck wasn’t meant to land her here, was it?

Here pertained to being bodily shielded by an incredibly handsome God of Mischief, who was also incredibly dangerous.

Something about aliens?

She glanced around wildly, and her eyes flashed gold, to most it was a trick of the light, but she knew better. She could see the souls of any living creature (somehow, including plants, which was very unnerving), and holy hell did she regret it.

There were thousands of them.

Loki sneered down at her, she turned her gold eyes on him as they returned back to their normal colour before paling as she realised his attention as on her how. “You’d better hide fast, Midgardian.” He growled, and as a blue-scaled, long-tailed and horned creature galloped (?) towards him. Loki summoned twin knives, whipping his arms around, (Y/N) didn’t even see them leave his hands, but the creature fell with a dagger in its forehead and its chest.

They were vaguely horse-like. But very colourful, some blue, some red, some even golden.

Which is what made (Y/N) more scared than she already was, because in nature, the more colourful something is, the more poisonous or venomous something is (except cane toads, those ugly buggers were as dull as dirt).

Fear coursed through her veins, but she closed her hands into fists and ran for it, covering her head with her arms, but leaving her stomach bared for any one of the horned creatures to lower its head and charge at her unprotected torso.

Which is exactly what a red one did.

She had enough time to feel properly terrified, her knees shaking, and her arms flew down to cover herself, but she knew she wouldn’t be fast enough.

It was less than a metre away when it keeled over and died, its soul disappearing before her golden eyes, the adrenaline and the fight around her making her abilities spike.

“Kid, are you alright?” Iron Man descended from the sky, lowering a hand, which still glowed slightly from shooting the creature down.

If only she had her phone now, but alas, it was left back at her apartment. Another thing to add to her bad luck.

“M-Mostly.” (Y/N) stuttered, unused to being spoken to by two Avengers within twenty-four hours.

“Good, now duck.” Tony ordered, and (Y/N) ducked immediately, and she heard him release two or three mini missiles behind her, and she felt two souls fizzle out, her heart ready to pump out of her chest.

She looked back up to see a two smoking craters with vaguely monster-shaped shadows in them, and turned back to see another one run up behind Iron Man.

No one was looking.

Loki was preoccupied.

Iron Man was busy with the ones behind her.

No one would know.

“Behind you.” She ground out, gritting her teeth, and her arms shot out, her eyes a glaring gold now, bright like headlights and her pupils turned into vertical slits as her blood glowed a beautiful golden colour, and a brightly coloured orb flew into her hands as the monster behind Iron Man stumbled and died as she held its soul in her hands.

“What is that?” Iron Man asked bluntly, and (Y/N) turned pink as she held the soul sheepishly, throwing it into the ground as her blood returned to normal and her knees gave out from the stress.

“Just a little talent.” (Y/N) replied dazedly, giggling as tingles swept over her body and a shiver went up her spine. She always got high on the rush of energy that came with using her abilities, but it wasn’t an energy that was useful, so she refrained from doing it again.

“Do you think you can do it a few other times?” Iron Man asked, landing on the floor with a dull thud as Loki’s face appeared in her vision on the other side.

“Do you really think, that the petty Midgardian in this state, would be able to do something so taxing again, Stark? She’s obviously too weak.” Loki snapped, and (Y/N) swore she saw two of him, one ran off, throwing daggers, and the other placed a cool hand on her forehead.

It felt nice.

But his words did not.

The words made her just a tiny bit mad that Loki would assume that it only would only take one use of her ability to bring her down.

She was not going to let him think that; she wasn’t going to let anyone think that. Jumping up, she glared at Loki, who just raised an eyebrow, before raising her arms in front of her as her eyes turned gold.

“Too weak? Watch me prove you wrong.” This was not going to work. The thought raced across her mind, pulling a few others along. You’re never going to get your paycheque at this rate. You literally just showed superheroes your ability. You’ve only ever done this to one other person. HOW THE HELL ARE YOU MEANT TO DO IT TO MORE THAN A THOUSAND CREATURES?! Well, thankfully about a hundred had been defeated by the Avengers and police alone, and she was pretty happy to admit that hurtful words broke a dam in her, she could feel her power coursing through her blood vessels a thousand times stronger.

This would be easy.

She opened her closed eyes (when did they close?) and everything was dark, she could only see the souls. The monster souls looked different, they flowed through their bodies differently, instead of hovering in the chest and head, they flowed through every part of their body. She quickly pulled each of the monsters’ souls to her, and let them flow around her body.

One by one, she grabbed nearly a thousand souls.

Her vision returned to almost normal, except she could still see the souls swirling around her like a whirlwind.

Thank goodness she was hovering, because the migraine that came with doing that amount of soul manipulating would probably last for days, and although she had a vague idea that she was actually pulling her own soul upwards and using the monster souls to elevate her as well, but she really didn’t care.

Her voice sounded distant, ethereal and dark at the same time. “Who’s the weak one now?” She hissed at Loki, who looked slightly amused, but quite definitely astonished along with a Tony Stark who had taken his helmet off.

She thrust her arms downwards, and the souls flew into the ground as she collapsed, the second last thing she saw was the Avengers running around the corner before the darkness clouded her vision.

The last thing she saw was a worried Loki hovering over her.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. TURN THE INFERNAL BEEPING NOISE OFF YOU IDIOT. (Y/N)’s hand flopped around, trying to find the alarm clock, then the scent hit her.

Hospital room. She bolted up, eyes wide. Oh shit. What did I do this time?

“Calm down, little Midgardian.” The smooth voice of Loki penetrated the cloud of panic that had descended over her mind.

“I’m not little.” (Y/N) retorted, absently but (somehow) still angrily. She was glancing around, slightly queasy and self-conscious. She shouldn’t be in the hospital…. Should she?

Recent memories told her that she should probably be in the hospital after the stupid stunt she decided to pull.

Why did I do that? She flopped back over and closed her eyes.

“Don’t go back to sleep, mortal!” Loki shook her awake, panic clearly in his voice and his eyes were wide and blood-shot.

“What, you want to apologise for getting me into this situation?” (Y/N) told him coldly and he pursed his lips.

“Why should I apologise?”

“Well, for one, there were thousands of those creatures, so you’d probably die of exhaustion if you hadn’t already died of the monsters, and two, you’re the reason I’m still alive, and therefore in this hell. Oh yeah, and your goaded me into doing that stupid move that I have never even attempted before in my life.”

“I am a seasoned warrior of Asgard, I would have long out-lasted those hideous abominations. And it may be true that I am the reason that you are still alive and in this situation, but I was ordered to save the Midgardians. Although I’m starting to doubt you are a Midgardian. But it’s definitely not my fault you have very delicate pride and feel the need to defend it.”

(Y/N) groaned. “This is the worst day ever.”

“Reindeer Games giving you a headache, kiddo?” Tony waltzed into the room, as if he owned the place (which he probably did).

“More like a migraine.” (Y/N) shot him a glare, and he raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“Well he hasn’t left your side since you fell unconscious, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you were annoyed by his very presence.”

“Ah, that explains the disgusting scent permeating from him. And honestly, why would he stay by my side? I’m just a petty little weak Midgardian.” (Y/N) took the opportunity to jab at Loki’s pride, and he frowned.

“I guess as I have been displayed as unwanted, I shall take my leave now. And maybe clean myself.”

“Good riddance.” (Y/N) glanced up at him and was surprised to see he was slightly hurt, and rolled her eyes, letting her mouth twitch up in a smirk to let him know she was joking. He looked almost openly relieved, but still kept up the façade that he was hurt.

“Wow, you seem to hate Loki quite a lot. Possibly more than Legolas.” Tony sat down where Loki had been previously sitting.

“Not really, I just don’t like the idea of being a useless pet that can’t fight for themselves. Loki happened to be there when I was pretty useless and he pointed it out as well, so I didn’t appreciate that.”

“What is your ability, anyway?” Tony asked, glancing at the monitor that currently showed her heartrate, which had spiked as soon as Loki left.

“Well…” (Y/N) glanced at her hands and her eyes flickered gold again. “I can see souls and manipulate them. It’s not much, but it’s saved my life once, now three times, so I guess it’s a good thing.”

“You can manipulate souls. Without any outside force. And you can see souls. Your eyes changes to gold when you use your ability. You realise that makes absolutely no sense?” Tony said bluntly, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

“I didn’t expect a scientist, let alone a mechanic, understand the delicacies of removing souls. Hell, I could swap your soul for Loki’s right this instant. It wouldn’t be as taxing as actually having to hold a soul in one place, because they need to move, they need to flow and control, think and react. They are what makes you, you. Your brain gives you knowledge and your soul gives you personality and morals.”

“In English please.”

(Y/N) sighed. “Your brain is the hard drive that is already built in, and your soul is the USB. You put the USB into the computer so you have something to do, but you already have the basic information you need in your brain, which is the internet. Your soul gives you purpose and it gives you all your unique flaws and perfections, your hard drive, or body and brain, starts out similar to that of everyone else. Is that English enough?”

“Yeah.” Tony sat in quiet contemplation as (Y/N) burrowed underneath the covers, if she was to be stuck in here for a while, she might as well get comfortable. “What do you say to being an Avenger, kid?”

“I’m not a kid.” (Y/N) responded, voice muffled as only her eyes peaked out.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“It depends on what you mean by being an Avenger. Being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent or a toy for S.H.I.E.L.D. to play with? No. Being my own person, but still helping others with my abilities… sure.” (Y/N) said, flipping over and laying on her stomach, although it took some manoeuvring because of the IV drip in her hand.

Still didn’t know why she needed an IV drip thing attached to her, all that happened was fainting.

“You were out for nearly a week.” Tony said absentmindedly, and (Y/N) panicked quietly on the inside. Maybe it showed on her face too. Maybe. But Tony was quick to assure her, “Don’t worry, you’re in capable hands here, and we’ve taken the liberty of searching you up and cancelling all your plans for the past week and next week for your recovery.” (Y/N) sighed in relief and settled back down into the (surprisingly) soft hospital bed.

“So where exactly am I? A local hospital or a specialised one for the Avengers?”

“Well, right now, you’re at the Avengers base, and this is simply the infirmary, Bruce is next door monitoring your vitals and your current state.”

“Can I get out of here yet? When can I leave?” (Y/N) asked, and Tony shook his head.

He fingered at the edge of the blanket, which was halfway over his lap, “I’m not too sure, you’re going to have to ask Bruce. I’ll tell him to come in here and let you know when you can leave. Also, welcome to the team. Only around three people here answer to S.H.I.E.L.D., and that’s because of either spy-work or patriotism.” Tony rolled his eyes, stood up and held out his hand. (Y/N) took his hand slowly, but gave it a firm shake, causing Tony to smirk down at her, before whirling and leaving the room.

Too much socialising. (Y/N) thought to herself, shaking her head, but only managing to summon a headache from the depths of Tartarus.

A few torturous seconds later of the infernal beeping noise and a painful headache, Bruce stepped into the room. Then Loki stepped in. It gave her a moment to actually take in his size, he stood maybe half a head taller than Bruce, and although Bruce was hunched over a clipboard, and his head was bowed over at a 45-degree angle, he was still obviously taller. Not to mention, he didn’t share the same wider build of Captain America or Thor, instead he was lean with muscle that his leather battle armour didn’t hide at all.

He narrowed his eyes at her assessing overview of his body, but ignored her, instead standing next to the door and crossing his arms like a petulant child.

“Hello Miss (Y/L/N), I’m Dr Banner. As far as I know, you’re nearly healed and you’re allowed to start moving around in about half an hour, when your withdrawal symptoms from the drugs we gave you disappear. Don’t worry, they were simply to make you fall asleep. For a week. Anyway, Loki volunteered to show you around, but you can come by the labs and infirmary any time if you have any questions for me or Tony.” Dr Banner half-stuttered over his clipboard and then glanced up at her, biting at his lip. “Also, I’m sorry if you get caught in the prank war that is currently wreaking havoc over half the Avengers.” With that, he shuffled out of the room, nodding to Loki, who didn’t spare him a glance, as he exited.

“So tell me, how did you, a mere mortal, take down thousands of grindelgrawps?”

“So tell me, how did you, a powerful god, manage to get stuck here on this pathetic excuse of a world, helping civilians and saving the world?” (Y/N) turned the question around on him, stating it as if he were speaking it. He would call himself a powerful god, and he would call Earth – no, Midgard – a pathetic excuse of a world. He was easy enough to read what he might say, but not easy enough read what he might do.

Which is why (Y/N) was surprised when he took two long strides and sat himself down on the chair he had lived in for the past week (according to Tony).

“Tell me.” He demanded, posture stiff and his face carefully wiped blank.

“Not with that attitude.” (Y/N) scolded him. mimicking his posture and his facial expressions, overdoing it on a comical level, and Loki cracked a small smile. Small enough to not be noticeable unless you were really looking. And (Y/N) was really looking. At those perfect lips. Oh gods, what drugs did they pump her up with?

“Fine, will you please tell me what your ability is?”

“Soul manipulation.” (Y/N) replied simply, eyes flashing gold, then her head pounded particularly painfully and she grimaced.

Loki placed a cool hand on her forehead and she sighed as the ache died down to a dull throb that only appeared when she moved around. “Did the Man of Iron talk to you about joining their stupid club?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and nodded slightly. “Yeah, I said I’d be happy to join as long as it’s only helping civilians. I don’t want to hurt anyone.” She mumbled, eyes gold as she watched Loki. His soul was colourful. Surprisingly so, most people usually had a base colour lined with a secondary or tertiary colour. Loki was mainly green, pale blue, black, purple, red and a dark, dark blue. Green for creativity, pale blue for loyalty, black for chaos or fear, purple for royalty and pride, red for pain or anger, and dark, dark blue had never appeared for her. Knowing him, it could mean anything.

“What do you see?” He asked softly, almost instantly knowing what she was doing. He didn’t seem offended or scared that she was literally looking at what he was, but rather, a more curious expression hid his emotions.

“Sorry, that was incredibly rude of me.” (Y/N)’s automated response came out. Sometimes her abilities just… activated without her control, and it had happened multiple times. Everyone in her neighbourhood was very understanding, although they were also incredibly wary of her abilities.

“Tell me what you see and you’ll be forgiven.” Loki smirked, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“How about I show you?” (Y/N) looked him in the eyes, and saw a swirl of colour behind them, yellow rose out of nowhere. Hope.

“As long as you don’t kill me.” Loki said nonchalantly. (Y/N) sighed. Thor said he had a habit of dying then returning. It didn’t surprise her that he was trying to reinforce the idea that she couldn’t kill him.

Her closest hand, her right hand, floated up and in front of his eyes. Focussing on the pulses of her soul inside her body, she pushed it into her hand, and Loki’s soul responded accordingly. Loki’s soul came up to her hand, trying to contact her own soul, and Loki gave a quiet gasp.

“Well, that is a dizzying experience.” He muttered. It was. It was as if your mind had just left your body.

“I’m assuming you know what the colours are?”

Loki nodded slightly, there was a miniature version of his soul between (Y/N)’s hand and Loki’s forehead, as she couldn’t remove Loki’s entire soul without his body going unconscious.

“Well, I didn’t expect it to be that dark.” Loki muttered, his hand reached up to try and touch it, and touch it he did, it got absorbed back into his fingertips and the colours raced along his blood vessels, before disappearing halfway up his arm. Loki looked back into (Y/N)’s eyes, and it suddenly felt very awkward. Or at least for (Y/N). “You are an interesting mortal.” He stated, then went to stand up, but (Y/N)’s hand on his forearm stopped him. “Why are you stopping me now, I thought you disliked my presence.”

“Not… no I don’t truly dislike your presence. But please stay.” (Y/N) tried her puppy dog eyes (which always worked on her friends) on him, and he sighed.

Sitting down, he stared at her until she looked away blushing. When she glanced back her heart rate spiked with the smirk that lay on his lips. His eyes glanced towards the heart rate monitor, and leaned down. “Let’s see if we can get your hear to go fast enough for the monster to come in.” Eyes flickering to (Y/N)’s lips, Loki smirked as she watched him warily.

“If you’re up for it, I’m up 100% up for it, I mean, I’ve always wanted to see-” (Y/N)’s ramblings were cut short by Loki’s soft, cold lips touching hers. Just a brief brush. Her heart rate still spiked. Glancing over at the door in sync, (Y/N) and Loki smirked, before exploring just how much (Y/N) could do before Banner came rushing in.

It turns out quite a lot. Loki holding her hand and kissing, thumb making small circles on the back of her hand and callouses fitting together from his many years of knife practice.

It got to the point where it felt like (Y/N)’s heart was in her throat as Loki pressed his lips against hers more insistently, lips moving hers slightly apart. She didn’t expect tongue, but woah, there was tongue. He started exploring her mouth hesitantly, but after (Y/N) seemed to give in, heart racing faster than normal, he got more insistent and-

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” Bruce shouted from the doorway, hair messed up, glasses askew and looking a little green at the base of his neck. “I see that (Y/N)’s heart rate is off the charts and come in to see you guys making out!” He shook his head in a disapproving manner, before coming over and unclipping the little pulse detector from her finger and pulling the IV drip out gently, before placing a little cotton ball with masking tape over the small wound. “I guess this proves that you’re perfectly fine and should probably get out of the infirmary before the other guy decides to make a surprise appearance.”

Loki paled behind him, but said nothing. (Y/N) smirked, and then looked innocently at Bruce. “So, do you know the sleeping arrangements? I’ll have to let my roommate know that I probably won’t be coming back.”

Bruce shook his head, eyes cast downwards as he muttered a response. “I don’t know anything about where you’re staying, you’re going to have to ask Tony.”

“I know where she will be staying. Stark told me when we passed in the hallway earlier.” Loki paused for a second, tilting his head slightly as a mischievous smile came across his face. “Or at least, I picked it out of his mind as we passed.”

Bruce shook his head in an exasperated manner before leaving the room quietly. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, (Y/N) looked down to see that she was in a hospital gown with a clean bra and clean underwear. Surprising and unnerving, but overall more comfortable.

“So, shall I escort you to your room?” Loki smirked holding out a hand, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes and bypassed his hand.

“Sure, without any silly shenanigans, not feeling up for mischief today.”

“Today.” Loki echoed and (Y/N) gave him a cheeky grin. Loki led the way to her room, and she found everything she owned there. Which was also surprising and unnerving, but overall more comfortable, because it meant she felt at least a little at home and didn’t have to go through the hassle of moving everything herself. Tony must have anticipated that she was going to choose to stay instead of leave them.

“Will my lady allow me to enter her chambers?” Loki’s eyes glinted with mischief and his face sported a smile that meant no good. She nodded.

Loki rushed at her, picking her up and pressing her against the wall, mouth centimetres away from hers. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted this? Ever since I lay my eyes on you a week ago, saving Stark with your golden eyes and glowing hands. Ever since I had you underneath me, under my protection with your glowing fearful eyes. You were what your kind calls an angel.”

(Y/N) mustered all the snark and sarcasm as she could, hoping to counter Loki’s sweet words. “Well then, why’d you insult me. You hurt my pride, my king.” She smirked at the end mockingly, and his eyes darkened before he quickly dropped his head into the crook of her neck.

“When you know you’re likely to never see such beauty again, you become frustrated and angered at the fact that you know you’ll never see them again.” Loki murmured into her neck. Kissing her neck gently, he held her there for a second as she ran her fingers through his hair. “By the way, you tend to grab and cuddle things in your sleep.” He pulled away, putting her down gently and smirking cheekily.

(Y/N) looked horrified. “I do what in my sleep?”

“Well, you tended to steal my arm when I was resting it on the side of your bed, but I didn’t mind.” Loki laughed (Y/N)’s embarrassed expression. “Don’t worry, nothing funny happened, you just liked holding onto my arm. That was partially the reason why didn’t – couldn’t – leave your side. Banner suggested we simply create a superficial arm, but I liked your little quirk.” (Y/N) blushed and punched him lightly in the arm.

“Well, I guess I owe you for staying by my side, Trickster god.” (Y/N) shook her head at the ridiculousness. “Honestly, you could have left a clone and gone and taken care of yourself.”

Loki shrugged and grinned. “That’s actually what I would have done, except you woke up almost as soon as you let go for the first time.”

“You plan on sticking around and helping me put my stuff away?” She quirked an eyebrow and he mimicked her expression, waving a hand without looking and her stuff disappeared.

She gasped and hurried around the room, checking everywhere to make sure it was all in the right place.

“You bastard, how did you know that?” She growled, amusement glinting in her eyes, but her face serious.

“Eh, pulled it out of your mind when I had you against the wall.” He said nonchalantly, before laying on the bed as if he owned the place.

(Y/N) felt a blush creeping up her neck and sighed, shaking her head. “Cheeky idiot.”

“Your cheeky idiot.” Loki corrected as she lay down beside him on the bed, kissing the top of her head. She buried her face in his chest and said nothing.

The rest of the day was spent checking out the room and exploring everything. Everything = her room and the rest of the Tower thanks to Loki’s teleportation (despite the device attached to his wrists).

With a side of making out and getting to know one another.

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stupidlytender · 5 years

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fr the send a fandom thingie.. ackley baby!

thank you baby!!

the first character i ever fell in love with: nasreeeeeeeeen my babeyyyyy

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: sam ig? she was cool for 30 mins lol

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: hm the only thing that comes to mind is nas/sam? i shipped them for half of that episode before shit hit the fan

my ultimate favorite character™: missy!!!!!!!!

prettiest character: alya

my most hated character: sadiq, iqbal and javid tie

my OTP: nissy! friends to lovers mutual pining queens

my NOTP: nas/sam and steve/mandy

favorite episode: they all kinda blend together for me? possible the season 2 finale that slapped

saddest death: sami :( but nana booth’s broke my heart too

favorite season: they’re both pretty good imo, but s2 bc its longer dfgsdf

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: um idk? steve maybe?

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: chloe!!!!

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: naveed bby

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: ????? nah

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: will/emma! bi power couple! (emmandy and pe romance own me tho)

#<33333 #ask

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razieltwelve · 6 years

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How did you come up with FR RWBY's power levels and abilities vs what we see in canon? Ruby seems much weaker in canon than in Final Rose, and canon writing hasn't done much to show her leadership abilities vs in FR where it's emphasized in a few snippets. Weiss on the other end of the spectrum has demonstrated a far greater range of abilities in canon but is usually depicted as fairly weak in FR.

They are basically projections and theory-crafting from seasons 1-3 of RWBY. I basically ignore everything canon-wise from Volumes 4 and 5 for RWBY because they are a mess that basically killed my desire to watch the show. You might even have noticed that the writing of Final Rose accelerated with seasons 4 and 5, partly due to my dissatisfaction with them.

One of my major issues is that the composition of the teams makes almost zero sense in RWBY. They just throw people together and hope it works. In Final Rose, the teams are designed to fulfil certain roles. Team LFSC is a sledgehammer. Team DAYR is infiltration/assassination/sabotage. Team RWBY is a balance team designed to be able to handle a diverse range of mission. They’re rarely the best but almost never the worst at anything they do.

More annoying to me was the lack of development or expansion on Semblances, Aura, and the mechanics they need to function. They’re just thrown out there. Heck, the fact that Ruby doesn’t know (and never seems to ask) about her silver eyes is just mind boggling. It is entirely possible that the writers don’t know how Ruby’s silver eyes are supposed to work, so they’re just putting it off. We might as well give her a Sharingan and call it day because at least then it would make sense (well, more sense since the Sharingan is also a disaster zone from a logical standpoint).

If I sound a little aggravated, it is because I am. Of course, I am not aggravated at you. You have asked a very good question, and it’s certainly one worth considering. I am, however aggravated at the RWBY show because so many of these issues come up and are never addressed or are just glossed over. It’s hard to comment on the internal logic of the powers in RWBY because there doesn’t seem to be any.

Honestly, the fact that Ruby appears to conserve momentum while using her Semblance in some shots but then never uses it to augment her attacks in other shots is bizarre. Likewise, the nonsensical and fluctuating threat level of the Grimm is beyond aggravating. They are supposed to be this big, existential threat, and nobody has anything remotely resembled a unified military response except Atlas?

And don’t even get me started on the weird twists and turns going on in the backstory with regards to maidens, gods, and whatever else they come up with next.

Personally, they could have kept it simple. Semblances are fuelled by Aura, and Aura stems from the soul. The Grimm could have just been the result of civilisation’s collective soul, a twisted amalgamation of all of civilisation’s negative emotions and darker tendencies that was animated through the power of Salem’s Semblance. Oh, did I say Salem had a Semblance? Why not. I’m just going to make stuff up here.

Salem wasn’t just a former huntress. She was the former huntress, the greatest ever. She is the original progenitor of the silver-eyed warriors from an era where there were no Grimm, merely humans and Faunus endlessly waging war on each other. She eventually grew sick of that idiocy and devised a way to end it, activating her Semblance that let her turn thought and emotion into tangible, real things.

Thus the Grimm were born.

If civilisation couldn’t stop being stupid, she would teach them the folly of their actions herself. She created the Grimm to destroy the civilisation she viewed as corrupt and no longer worth fighting for. That is why she can control the Grimm. She created them. That is why the Grimm are drawn toward fear and negative emotions. They were born from them. And that is why Ruby’s silver eyes can stop them, she is a distant descendant of Salem’s, and those same eyes that created the Grimm can also stop them.

The reason Salem doesn’t have silver eyes anymore is because the effort of creating the Grimm permanently mangled her eyes, resulting in the eyes she has now.

Summer? She didn’t die on a mission. She went mad after realising the truth of the Grimm and her own relationship to Salem. Her death came after Salem approached her and revealed the truth. Driven mad with the realisation of the truth, Summer tried to kill Salem and failed. Salem, however, did not fail to kill her.

The maidens? Do we want to keep these? Sure. Why not?

Let’s tie them to the moon or something because, damn it, the moon being broken makes me curious. They were the original founders of the four kingdoms (there are always four kingdoms), and they themselves began the great conflicts that Salem was so resentful of. They only allied later when they realised what a big threat Salem and the Grimm were.

As for the moon, they were the ones who broke it. The reason not everybody has large amounts of Aura or Semblance is because not everyone has the same origins. Remnant’s moon was originally home to another civilisation that destroyed it in their internecine battles. The maidens and their followers were the last survivors of that civilisation, and they came to Remnant to continue the battle millennia before Salem was born. Salem, and others with powerful Auras and Semblances, are descendants of those people.

That is why Salem hates them so much. They used their power only to continue the battles that destroyed the moon instead of bringing peace. It’s why she wants to steal their power and kill them all.

Now, Salem might have started with noble intentions, but dealing with this for centuries has basically driven her insane. She and Ozpin are connected because he is one of the only other people from Salem’s time who is still alive (due to his Semblance). He actually agreed with her on the creation of the Grimm but not what they would subsequently become. Beacon and the other schools are his attempts to create a new society free of the problems of the civilisation he and Salem destroyed but without the Grimm.

But, hey, I’m just some random koala mashing a keyboard. At some point, I’ll get over my aggravation long enough to watch more.

A few other points are worth expanding on. In Final Rose, Weiss occupies a somewhat different role. To put it into video game terms, Weiss is a glass cannon. In terms of single-target and area-of-effect DPS, Weiss tops her team. The reason she seems weak in Final Rose is because her Semblance is somewhat different.

In Final Rose, the Glyphs that the Schnees have access to are composed of ‘shards’. These shards are akin to a programming language with each Glyph comparable to a simple program executing a simple set of commands (e.g., reverse gravity, increase momentum, etc.). As shown in some of the snippets, Weiss eventually works this out, as well as how to restructure the shards to create entirely new and customisable Glyphs that can be combined with Dust too.

As a result, Weiss takes a much longer time to achieve proficiency in her Semblance than her teammates, but the end result is terrifying. Ever seen what happens when you combine earth Dust and fire Dust with Glyphs that regulate pressure and momentum? Imagine bolts of what are basically lava being fired at speeds comparable to a rail gun. That’s the kind of thing that Weiss will eventually be able to do, to say nothing of her AOE stuff.

I chose to take Weiss this route because I thought her Glyphs were badly unexplored in canon, and I thought it would be a fun direction to go in.

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julesthxmas · 7 years

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SWEET VICIOUS IM GOING TO START CRYING IH MY GOSHHH OK 1. "[mouths] i need to pee" fckin iconic 2. EXPOSING NATE WAS THE 👏🏼 MOST 👏🏼 ICONIC 👏🏼 MASTER 👏🏼 PIECE 👏🏼 3. nate was such a piece of shit esp w the thing abt shelby?? holy 4. ah yes miles. sorta dumpstery, a mess, the Key. 5. I FR RLY WANTED THEM TO BRING KEN I TO THE VIGILANTE THANG BUT U KNOW WHAT THEY GOT HARRIS MY BABEE HES LIKE THE DOUBLE AGENT IMS O PROUD OF THEM OMG 6. "guyyyys! you saved me!" AWWH

7(?). YOOO THEYRE LEGIT GOIN PUBLIC?? THE ENDING WAS SO BEAUTIFUL I SWEAR I THOUGH I MIGHTVE CRIED 8. a moment of appreciation for all of ophelia’s lines (the fries one omg ME) 9. i rly nvr thought evan would be a significant character? all my babes 10. MAC 😭 KEN 😭 ZIEEE 😭 il her so muCH SHES SO PRECIOUS 11. im glad they dove into what my girl ken was goin thru n feelin bc that has got to be hard 12. harris ophelia n jules r a beautiful friendship il them sm13. i love ophelia’s talk abt depression n anxiety n stuff my heart broke for her oh my GOSH 14. “dark hole” she n evan r nasty also iM STILL WONDERING WHY HIS /SOCK/ WAS IN THE MICROWAVE 15. ofeefs once again broke my heart when she thought she lost harris my bby :’( 16. kennedy n ophelia r such cute friends il them sm 17. jules!! my girl!! iluuuu 18. OMG TYLER WAS ARRESTED I WAS SCREAMIN 19. everyones outfits were on point hell yas20. ok ok listen. i want them all to be in on the vigilante thing im!!!! 21. AHHH IM SO PROUD OF THEM?? THEY HAVE A SITE!!! MGSHSHHMSMSMSHM 22. mtv better pull the fuck thru #renewsweetvicious 23. they left us on a cliffhanger n if we get a 2nd season we. gon. die. 24. GIRL I HAVE TUMBLR BUT IM NOT RLY ACTIVE ON IT LMAO I MIGHT MSSG U IF IM ACTIVE AGAIN LOVE UU

okay this is gonna be hella long (i mean look at that^^ its already uber long so imma put this under a cut!!

1. literally everything ophelia does is so fckin iconic wtf what a q u e e n!!!

2. FUCK YES YES AND MORE YES THAT SCENE HAD ME IN TEARS AND THEN THE SONG STARTED PLAYING AND I JUST SCREAMED JUST WTF WHAT KIND OF QUEENS??!!??!!

3. he’s always been such a piece of shit but this episode,,fck man,,this episode he was just so fckin shitty like i have never wanted to kill a man more than i did nate griffin in the middle of this episode

4. like,,i cnt hate him cause like he helped get nate and he confronted nate and all that so like he’s not on my shit list

5. THIS IS LITERALLY ALL I HAVE WANTED SINCE IT STARTED I LOVE THAT HARRIS IS IN ON IT (of course i wanted ken in on it, my bby girl, but like you take some, you give some) BUT ALMOST ALL MY DREAMS HAVE COME TRUE IM SO HAPPY

6. THATS MY OT3 BITCH,,THATS MY OT3 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH FCK

7. i honestly never thought they would go public because it seemed like jules and ophelia would never have wanted that but GIRL I DID CRY, NO SHAME I CRIED LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING BABY

8. ophelia is an iconic queen and i need more of her in my life

9. i LOVE that they are making everyone relevant,,its fucking everything to me

10, FUCK FUCK FUCK YES, MY BABY NEEDS MORE APPRECIATION SHE IS OFFICIALLY MY LIL BABY AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH, SHE’S SO PRECIOUS.

11. me too, they really didnt forget to flesh out anything and i love that because she loved nate and to find out hes human garbage and what he did to her best friend must be so fkcin hard,,,my poor baby

12. LITERAL OT3 I LOVE THEM SM

13. i KNOW my poor bby girl,,her problems are still problems and i wish she would recognize that shes able to feel bad even tho others may have had it harder than her

14. HIS SOCK WAS IN THE MICROWAVE CAUSE THEY ARE NASTY ASSES (love them sm tho)

15. their friendship means so much to her (and me) and it breaks my heart that she thought she ever lost him.

16. i love their friendship with all my heart,,the way all the characters connect mean so fuckin much

17.MY QUEEN I LOVE HER SO MUCH

18. ALL OF THE SUDDEN THE PICTURE MADE SENSE AND I KNEW IT DEEP IN MY SOUL THAT IT WAS TYLER AND I STARTED SCREAMING

19. the wardrobe is always on point, love it sm

20. the more i get to know the other girls (fiona, mack, gabby) the more i want them in on it too!! theyre so precious!!

21.I WAS FCKING SCREAMING I LOVE THAT THEY HAVE A SITE NOW RIGHT IN MY BBY OPHELIA’S ALLEY

22. if they dnt im going to scream and never watch another mtv show (that is such a lie, im scream trash but like you know) #renewsweetvicious

23.I NEED NINETY MORE SEASONS OF THIS PRECIOUS SHOW FUCK

24. MSSG ME BBY GIRL I WILL MISS U :(( (LOVE U TOO:)))

#sv anon #ill miss u bby:(#asks

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A Tall Tale of the Twin Towers in Four Parts

1. Remember, Remember November Ninth, 2001

The early naughties was a weird time. We were sick of the 90s EXTREME! We were content with being told who and what was now cool. Then one of those ‘where were you’ days happened. Why has this number not come close to being matched since?

· London: 52

· Bali: 202

· Madrid: 191

· 9/11: 2996

They were certainly strange times where anything could have happened but not much did. Despite what we were promised.

I was more entertained by the absolute ridiculous contrast of the character: Yosemite Bin Liner. He could train his agents of doom; supply them with the necessary documents and passports; infiltrate them into flight training schools. Co-ordinate all the hijackers; bypass airport security and carry out one of the most shocking acts of terror ever committed. But he had to make tapes and hoped they’d be found in a series of winding caves in his secret layer; that would put a Bond villain to shame. How about no.

What, he couldn’t email a link to AJ? I’d like to think there’s a bag somewhere with a horde of outtakes and bloopers. You’ve Been Jihad’d. See, this is why ISIS use Twitter and ISIL’s on Instagram; easier, convenient. Instant. Though, makes you wonder why these Machiavellian masterminds don’t just use the postal service. Honestly that’s about the safest and securest way to communicate these days.

And I remember, quite well, one of these Exclusive Terror Tapes. The whole world watched, glued to the tube; engrossed as the breaded bollocks bragged ‘bout the towers collapsing then broke the 4th wall with a wink and warned of the impending Jihad he’d rein down upon us. *SPOILERS* And where are they now; al-Qaida? All washed up. The roguish bad boy racket; yeah that shit gets old. Exit stage left with a splash.

Which begs the question, Bosco, why even tell us your grand plan? Wouldn’t it be more frightening if we knew nothing? Constantly living in an Islamic State of fear.

2. “9/11 was an Inside Job.”

Then the Feds should have no problem in solving the case. Just cross-reference the workers and see who has links to al-Qaida. Isn’t that what that term means: insider information was used, passed on to aid in the crime? So I wonder who it was that left the key under the mat for dear old Bin Liner to happen upon.

I find it hard to believe no one has ever thought; for the fallen and the flag that God himself bestowed upon us: which gives us the right to go and find his body; salvage it. Bring it on tour “5 bucks to spit on the body of Bin Laden.” Oh, out of respect for Islam and the Muslim race...hang on I’ve Je Suis on the other line. She says… ‘Fuck off, you commie queer.’ It’s more poetic in French.

So then ISIS made their debut with a twist. This season; there’s no proper antagonist. I’m not including the position of Jihad John, that’s just their Twitter account manager. With no face to tape to dart boards, who could it be? “Is that him?” “No, wait. That’s him; I think.” It’s all so vague and intriguing. Why better for ratings, my deer.

We see them training, in snippets of videos: doing jumping jacks in the desert. They can attack at anytime. It’s like when we were all afraid of the colour red. LOL. Can jet fuel melt steel beams? I don’t know, my area of expertise is pulling the piss out of vegans and daggin’. I just find it hard to believe vibrations, debris and office fires – hours later – brought down Building 7.

3. Alternative Ending

Osama Bin Laden was a hero for some. A role model even. And George Washington is no different; his supports are the other side of that spectrum. Both men by now, reduced to mere myths. But back to reality.

Old Yosemite had a dream. A plan. To put the fear of his God into these pig-dog enfilades for the decades of bloodshed: time to make them pay. Good job he was the chosen one; he was highly trained and financed.

Now remember kids, this was in a time before airport security became the parody we know today. Before watch-lists, Homeland Security and all this digital surveillance jazz. And as it turned out old Bin Liner’d no problem getting his radicalised radicals into the Land of the Free.

And planes were the best he could come up with?

Instead of planes, why not a bomb in every state (Just mainland). That’s on average 62 deaths per state. And I don’t mean capitol cities, secondary or minor ones. I’m talking Hicksville, middle of Nowhere. A mom & pops store. The local diner where 62 honest-to-God-fearin’ people were enjoying an honest meal (Insert Product placement). Boom. All 48 detonate simultaneously ripping the soul out of Nowhere.

Happy 4th of Jihad.

Ah, don’t be stupid; where’d Bin Liner get 48 bombs from?

The garden centre, hardware store and supermarket.

MacGyver, The A-Team and years of CSI: you can do a lot with a handful of everyday items. Hell, they didn’t even need to go off. As long as it was viable and crude. Cruder the better; barbaric if you can. Doesn’t matter the size; the News’ll always tart it up with spectacularly render 3D virtual reality segments: interactive; download the app to see for yourself.

It’s not the effects but the affect.

The fact that these dirty, filthy savages managed to penetrate so far undetected; infiltrate to the very spine, crawl into the foundation with such ease and plant their bombs right in the heart; at such a local level... No. The reason why that never and will ever happen – despite all the promises and tweets – is because that sort of panic causes a stampede. And speaking from personal experience: once cattle are spooked you’ve no control of the situation.

And that’s why it has to metropolitan cities – the disconnect. The ripples. “Did you hear; the Muslims” Eyes start to narrow, a bit more. Then words like them and we are heard more. The wind picks up and every sort of cuntin’ flag comes out completely blocking your view. T-shirts get printed that read:

FIND THEM

PINPOINT THEM

NUKE THEM

4. P.C.S

“There was never a golden age of man. We’ve always been shitty to one another.” Jake, TBR.

Was it naïve of me to expect too much? Instead of an almighty Jihad we were treated to phoned-in performances. Reminders; notifications:

“Hey, don’t forget, we’re still here. We’re not going to do anything, other than this. Even though we’re portrayed as being capable of worse. Don’t forget to subscribe. Donate to our Patreon. Buy our T-shirts.”

And a plethora of rebranding. Ah, I suppose this is why things should never be hyped they’ll never live up. And no; we wouldn’t have a Utopia if these shady characters were gone. Not at all.

All I ask, going forward: entertain or challenge me but please don’t pander; that’s Marvel’s job. If these stale flash-mob-pop-up-performance-instillation pieces are to continue just make it believable because this passport trope is getting real old, son.

That’s not something you normally carry with you. You leave that somewhere safe until you need it but by then you forget where you left it and can’t find the bloody thing. And em, terror attacks/suicide bombing not really one of those times you need your passport: considering you’ve an army of social media bots that’ll claim responsibility for a fart.

I’ve pied-piper’d enough cattle and sheep to know they may be dumb, delicious animals but even they get wide to that shit.

Here’s a freebie.

Using FRS we were able to identify (Insert scary name). Seen here at a refugee centre. (Oh! That means Islam. Let me get my flag) Piecing together the various texts/snapchats he then made his way to (SET) and we see him *or preferred pronoun* here entering (STAGE).

Keep it simple.

Again, I’m left wondering why these evil geniuses don’t go off-grid, be creative. Sure, things would be more complicated and real-time ‘exclusives’ go out the window. Though, would that be fair on our brave digital men and woman and their oxymoronically alphabetical Agencies? Could they cope, adapt to such a shift. All’s fair in love and Jihad.

But never in the middle of Nowhere.

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