#Just experiencing such awe and love for a planet he can only be on for 3 minutes a day

[ask-cloverfield]

Genuinely think one of the most charming parts of Ultraman (other than his initial mildly sinister aura) is that the planet that he adores has an atmosphere that is toxic to him

Love that

[lesbiandonnanoble]

ranking torchwood members by how nightmarish the blunt rotation would be. number 6 ultimate least worst is gwen but only because i love drama so much and don’t mind comforting people if they cry. any smoke sesh w gwen you’d walk away knowing the funniest most insane interpersonal drama on the planet. three hits in her eyes would already be getting red and she would lean over and say “SWEAR to me you won’t repeat this to anyone, but” gwen babygirl i am all ears. i would roll for you and just sit and watch you smoke it. at #5 honorary mention for suzie. she would find the perfect music for the vibe. she would roll an immaculate joint. the conversation would be heartfelt, pleasant. real.. by the time i realize i’m slowly dying and she’s gaining strength i wouldn’t even care tbh. ideal joint-sharing experience. #4 would be owen because i know that as long as i laughed at his jokes he would smoke me up indefinitely. his delusion that he’s cool and badass would get more embarrassing and apparent when high like mac it’s always sunny levels . and you might have to suffer some hero complex stories but i just know his very cool-looking bong has crystal clear water the second he knows anyone’s coming over. #3 is easily ianto. high chances of bringing a really uncomfortable weird energy to any smoke sesh. i once met a guy who said he’d been practicing rolling joints since he was a kid with paper and pencil shavings and then rolled the joint that fucked me the hardest i’ve ever experienced and that’s what smoking ianto’s shit would be like. except he’s just sitting there looking at you with wet dog eyes the whole time. his vibe would be still weirdly too professional, like the business major who tries to network at house parties. toshiko my lady.. second worst person to smoke with in torchwood not for any awful reason. her jokes would be the funniest out of all of them. her laugh would be enchanting. but you can tell she’s so nervous and trying too hard and the vibe gets more and more awkward and you desperately want to tell her it’s fine but you worry calling attention to it might make her feel worse and you stare at her and she stares at you, takes a beautiful bong rip, and says something so self deprecating you have to look away. the #1 most nightmarish person to share a joint with in torchwood is obviously jack. he pulls out a bag of purple shit, a strain he informs you is called ‘megacock OG’, and loads it into his 23rd century fucking instant vaporizer and promises it’s “got a hell of a kick” and you blink and it’s 20 minutes later and you’re flinching nearly shitting yourself every time his stupid fucking dinosaur swoops overhead ,sweating buckets, and he’s grinning slapping the table laughing opposite you while his genuinely cringeworthy sex stories, seemingly endless, ring in your ears like churchbells.

[katakaluptastrophy]

Thinking about how Harrow was brought up knowing what she cost. That her price was the death of her House. How she had to be a perfect necromancer to prove to her parents that cost was worth it.

And thinking about who she asks for help when she is at her most desperate.

Harrow, who has never belonged to herself.

He reached out for your hands. You could not refuse him, and in any case had no choice of doing so; your body reacted long before your mind did, and the meat of your meat and the flesh of your flesh belonged to God.

Harrow, who only ever experienced love as a response to her worthiness.

Her most vivid memory of her mother was of her hands guiding Harrow’s over an inexpertly rendered portion of skull, her fingers encircling the fat baby bracelets of Harrow’s wrists, tightening this cuff to indicate correct technique.

And how that colours her entire perception of kindness. Of what those who try to love her want.

“I would like to give you something,” said Abigail Pent. This was to Harrowhark. She watched as the capable hands—strong, for a necromancer’s, beautifully formed and with very even nails—took a bit of folded paper from the table. She passed it to her Ninth colleague as though it did not hurt her to give away such precious material.

How John imagines Harrow as his daughter, but can only love her selfishly; her creation a mirror of his own sins.

You’d make a hell of a daughter, Harrowhark. I sometimes indulge in the wish that you’d been mine.

How Abigail, in loco parentis, having exorcised the children that weren't quite her's either so that she could help to keep Harrow safe, wants to comfort her but can't.

Abigail Pent took off her glasses and popped them down into the top fold of her robe. She reached out to touch Harrow’s arm, and Harrow flinched away; she winced a little in sympathetic apology, and removed her hand.

How Harrow is haunted throughout HTN not just by the actual ghost trying to destroy her, but by the memory of her parents, their touch, and by those who for better or for worse want to parent her. Abigail, who loved the children whose planet she was annexing - a fate Harrow viscerally feared. And John, who will show his love for his unexpected daughter by making her an undead construct. However well meaning, Harrow cannot conceive of parental love without possession, without an agenda.

The Emperor set down his tea and finished off his biscuit, and did that terrible thing that he did, on occasion: he reached over to touch your shoulder in that brief, tentative way, the lightest and swiftest of gestures, as though afraid that he might burn you. Your mother had guided your hands over bloating corpses. Your father had held down the corners of great tomes, and his sleeve had brushed your six-year-old-fingers as he showed you how best to turn their pages. Both of them had pressed a rough rope made of coated fibre into your hands—you recalled the pressure from their palms, their attempts to be gentle. When the Emperor touched you, your body recalled, unbidden, each rare and terrible touch committed by your mother and father.

How the one touch Harrow doesn't flinch away from is Ortus, who acknowledges his failure to protect Harrow and wants to make amends.

It was difficult to know what to do with this type of touch. It made her whole soul flinch, but at the same time opened some primeval infant mechanism within her, as though the embrace were a mirror: having someone hold up an image by which you could see yourself, rather than living with an assumption of your face. It was not like the touch of her father or mother. When she had first sat by the tomb in shivering awe, she had fancied that the Body’s ice-ridden fingers had shifted for hers, minutely. Gideon had touched her in truth; Gideon had floundered toward her in the saltwater with that set, unsheathed expression she wore before a fight, her mouth colourless from the cold. Harrow had welcomed her end, but suffered a different death blow altogether—and she had become, for the second time, herself. She untangled from Ortus, more reluctantly than she’d expected.

And now Abigail Pent and Ortus are (probably) dead. Gideon is John's daughter. The Body is Alecto, awake and on the move, meat loving meat.

Desperately hoping that in ATN Harrow and Gideon have an embrace without agenda where they are both simply themselves.

[letsquestjess]

The Bad Batch and Watching a Sunset (TBB x GN!Reader)

Summary: Sunsets can be pretty romantic and the Batch enjoy watching them with you.

Warnings: None. All fluff!

Hunter

Hunter has convinced himself he isn’t much of a romantic, but you know different. Whenever the team finds a safe planet for a few days, he never misses a chance to watch the sunset by your side. With the sun gradually descending, he’ll prepare a dinner outdoors and chat with you, sharing jokes and opinions on trivial topics. Once you’re finished, he will lovingly cradle you in his lap as you watch the day depart.

During one memorable trip, Tech enthused all day about a rare sky phenomenon that graced the planet during sunset once every hundred cycles. Eager to share the experience with you, Hunter set out cushions by the ship, and invited you to join him. With his legs on either side of your hips and his arms tightly wrapped around your middle, you settled to watch the display. The sun set in a blaze of lilac and jade hues, and as the last arc of sunlight slipped below the horizon, the sky burst into a kaleidoscope of colours, translucent waves fluttering like a celestial blanket. In a moment of heightened awareness, Hunter told you to watch and pointed out a cluster of birds just before they emerged from the trees. You jokingly called him a show-off, but you wouldn’t trade being by his side for anything else in the galaxy. 

Echo

Echo gets a little fussy when you both watch a sunset, but only because he wants you to be comfortable and most places outside lack suitable seating. When you nestle your head on his shoulder and draw nearer, he eases a bit and relishes the tranquillity of your shared time. You rarely get time to stop and enjoy some peace, so when you do, he savours every moment. 

While watching one sunset, Echo recounted what they were like on Kamino. When the rain ceased and the clouds dispersed enough to make out the horizon, it was like watching a ruby drop into the water. Tiny and unimportant to most, but he found solace in it. No matter what happened, suns would always rise and fall and rise again. Rather like him. His peaceful expression captivated you, the lines near his eyes barely creased and the calm in his hazel eyes holding you spellbound. It was a rare sight, and you made a conscious effort to soak in every aspect. When you asked him to tell you more, he vividly recalled the strange weather he had witnessed and the funny situations it had caused, often involving lost brothers and their antics. Cuddling him again, you listened to his tales, the sun long gone and the stars lingering to listen too. 

Wrecker

Wrecker is an expert at savouring sunsets and turns them into memorable evenings. He plans everything thoroughly, carefully selecting your favourite snacks and drinks, and arranging a cosy nest of blankets and pillows for the two of you. His primary goal is to lavish you not only with a picturesque scene but also with immense love and adoration that those quiet moments are perfect for. 

One evening after an early dinner, Wrecker placed a blindfold over your eyes and carefully led you into the sparse copse close to where you landed. When he removed the fabric, a wave of awe washed over you. Dimmed lanterns gently swung between the boughs. As you approached the bank of the lake, you noticed a delightful arrangement of blankets and cushions, and a food hamper. He had even scattered vibrant petals around the area too. He gently grasped your hand and settled you down, pulling you close as the sun started to descend, all the while whispering words of love in your ear. You both spent the night there, sleeping in each other’s embrace until daylight broke again.

Crosshair

The first time you and Crosshair experienced a sunset together, it happened spontaneously. While hauling supply crates into the ship, you paused for a moment to witness the sky change. Noticing you’d stopped, Crosshair asked what you’d seen, thinking there was danger, but he relaxed a little once you explained you were merely fascinated by the way the sunlight cut through the trees. He couldn’t comprehend why some were so captivated by it, but you seemed to relish it, so he watched a little longer. The sunsets after that, you would sit in solitude, taking in the impressive sight. Eventually Crosshair joined you, secretly revelling in the way his surroundings grew calm. There were no loud noises or screams, or frightful sprints back to the ship. Everything was perfectly quiet.

Seated in a shaded spot and watching the bright star dip one peaceful evening, he began to talk. He knew you were curious about certain parts of his past, and he assured you that you were free to ask whatever you wanted. He’d answer honestly, no detail spared or horror held back. You caught the vulnerability in his voice and didn’t want to pry, but when you glanced up at him, you could see he wanted to tell you; he just needed a bit of prompting. So you asked him everything you had ever wondered, every brief allusion he had ever made to the dark patches in his past. True to his word, he opened up. With each sunset you witnessed together, he would divulge more, disclosing personal details that even his brothers didn’t know about and dismantling the emotional fortress he had built around himself. 

Tech

When it comes to Tech, observing a sunset is initially approached as a scientific study. Every planet he visits, he positions himself at the best vantage point, datapad in hand as he records the angle of the descent, the trajectory, the variation in hues, and cross-references it with data from other planets. He will talk while he observes, explaining exactly what he’s doing to fill the silence between you. Your one-sided conversations often end with him rambling for some time, not that you mind. You can see the joy radiating from him as he indulges in it. But there’s a small part of you that wants nothing more than to nestle into his arms and watch it together. Over time, he notices small subtle cues that you aren’t enjoying the sunsets as much as he is, and after confiding in Wrecker, he realises why. 

The next sunset was one you wouldn’t forget soon. You joined Tech as usual, plonking yourself down on the makeshift bench as the twin suns chased each other towards the eastern horizon. Fiery hues blended in the middle and the sky and began to burn gold, clouds and birds fleeing the impending night. For the first time since you can remember, Tech was not engrossed in the streams of information filtering through his datapad. In fact, you couldn’t see it anywhere on his person. He encircled his arms around your shoulders and brought you close to him. Instead of offering facts, he commented on the breathtaking beauty of the sunset and how he cherished the opportunity to experience it with you.

[awritesthings1]

Here, there, and everywhere

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Reader

Summary: Takes place yearsssss after "How to Disappear" Epilogue.

-

“Take my hand, Ani.”

So he does, just like he has been doing over the past few decades.

“Am I dead?”

Your smile catches like little hooks in his skin, guiding him gently through the great, big puddle, which stretches infinitely on all sides. His feet aren’t wet, and there are no ripples or tension in the water. There is only stillness, silence, and you.

“Jedi don’t die, Ani. They move on to greater things.”

He likes that, he thinks. He isn’t too sure where he is, or even who he is, but he’s okay with that. The great, big silence, he realizes, is his own, so he steps back, expecting to hear the sloshing of water. He is caught between fear and wonder when the water remains still and quiet, seemingly unaffected by his presence, like he was never there.

You shush him and step forward to cup his cheeks. He protests for only a moment when he swears that he sees a Jedi with shaggy golden hair looking up at him with the same unsettled frown.

“Anakin, come back to me.”

He blinks because it is easy. He blinks because it’s easier to see nothing than to see a hundred mirrors looking at each other. He inhales sharply because it’s the human thing to do, and he gasps and lunges forward to clutch your shoulders when he can’t feel any air entering his lungs.

He expects you to shove him away, but you only pull him closer and bring his forehead to yours so he can steal the breath between your lips.

“Come back to me,” you whisper more insistently, brushing your thumbs over the vein on his neck, where he hopes his pulse is throbbing.

He hums and meets your eyes. It slows down the space around him, and he begins to see beyond the water, beyond the five senses, into a place where he is everywhere all at once. He is the seas, the mountains, the valleys, the people, the rain, and the sun all at once. And you are there too—the tree to his fruit, the grief to his mourning.

You paint in the colors around him. The first notable one is blue. You are blue, and he is blue. You are glowing like the falling rocks from space that light up the night sky, and he is the darkness watching your light with curiosity. And just when he thinks you are passing by, that smile of yours hooks itself deeper into his skin, and you are falling through the night air together.

He feels full and satiated when you share your blue glow with him. Together, you are the blue ghosts of the Force, wandering the land but not lost.

It is here, there, and everywhere that love follows.

You—the ever-experienced force ghost—teach him the Force all over again as if he were a youngling. He makes some awful joke about haunting some Jedi that got on his nerves, and you rightly tug on his ghostly blue Jedi cloak.

Oh.

That’s another thing.

He wears his Jedi uniform as a Force ghost, even if he wasn’t exactly loyal to the cause his whole life. It takes some getting used to; his cloak, for the most part, was permanently folded away on the top shelf in their Nabooian cottage. The uniform did nothing for the perilous summers on the coastal planet anyway. Now it hangs on his shoulders like it's never left.

It takes some time to come to terms with being a Force ghost, and he now holds more respect for you now that you’ve done it twice. He’s older now; you both are. You grew old together and lived. A part of him hurts when he sees his reflection in the still lake, vacant of all his hard-earned wrinkles and scars, all of which he proudly wore like badges to say, yes, I lived. Even in death, he is still a little stubborn. He’s still Anakin Skywalker. It’s just dissociating to see his past self when he was so unhappy and in a dark place. He doesn’t relate to that boy anymore. He’s grown, changed, and he wants to see that reflected in the water.

And when he’s ready to stand up and shift away into the wind, you’re there, hand on his shoulder, wearing that soft, understanding gaze, saying, I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you. Those three words banish the darkness and welcome him into a warm embrace of love. Forgiveness is never too late.

You take to your new life with the grace he remembers. It scares him at first, seeing you as the blue ghost that haunted him all that time ago. He tries to sink away when those feelings surface, but he knows you see right through him. It’s confronting prying open things he’d rather keep closed. There’s no privacy in his life. There’s no his life, only life. He belongs to the Force, and so do you, but you also live independent of the Force, and are just beings existing. It’s all very confusing.

But there’s one thing that still remains.

“Do you think Yoda is a Force ghost?” Anakin asks.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. He mentors orphans and teaches them the way of the Force,” you whisper, too focused on your meditation to say much more.

Anakin scoffs. “I’m that replaceable, am I?”

You sigh, open your eyes, and turn to him.

“Careful, Skywalker. Sounds like you’re getting jealous.”

“I’m not jealous!”

“Hmm.”

“I’m not!”

…

“Do you think Obi-Wan’s still around?”

You smile.

“He still dreams about you.”

Anakin perks up.

“He does? How do you know?”

A part of him already suspects the answer.

You intertwine your hands.

“He never stopped looking for you, Ani.”

A poison named guilt sours his tongue.

“I… I should go find him then. Tell him I’m fine.”

You shake your head. You’re not upset; you look more at peace.

“He knows, Ani. He knows.”

Anakin can’t quite understand how, he’s still new to this Force ghost thing.

“…And he’s happy?”

You nod with a smile and squeeze his hand.

Only one more thing troubles Anakin.

“Do you think I’ll ever see him again?”

“He’ll come find you when he’s ready.”

You pull him into your arms, and he buries his nose in the crook of your shoulder like old times. Your laughter lifts his spirits.

“You have much to learn, young Padawan.”

There’s no place to start like the end.

[socksandbuttons]

Bean Eclipse Au has my love and seeing any post makes me very happy but now I want to get to know your Space au a little. May you give us some funfacts about the characters to get to know them better?

Aw thank you! I'll do my best describing some things! Its been a moment where I dont know what ive said about them on here. ((The ladies, are by @nekojaf so if u want info on them you gotta ask her!)) First, We got Eclipse (yes thats his name, unless we go au hopping its-)

-He's a captain of his own spaceship (however its mostly a ship that can house just a handful of people.)

-He's self confident, he's got leadership qualities and doesn't stand down often. However can be a huge flirt (as Beige unfortunately deals with). -I've mentioned before but Eclipse (like other models of his kind) are far more Emotive than the previous models.

-Eclipse is the reason Lunar has a collection of plushies. The guy is very good with sewing. -He's not familiar too much with the 'Star' like SAMS' Eclipse is. At least not currently. He's far more concerned with other things.

-His relationship with Earth is rather... interesting. He may be vocal about not wanting to speak to her but its mostly cause she's like a mom who tends to baby him. (Although he can't blame her frequent check ins.) -Most people avoid him, but that's cause he's made an interesting name for himself.

Lunar, my BOY who started this whole au actually.

-The space suit was given to him by Eclipse. Who may have taken it.

-He comes off as sweet, but don't think less of him in comparison with his brother. He's mischievous as well, and cunning when needed.

-Far better at keeping his emotions in check than Eclipse.

-Unlike Eclipse (again) he's actually rather good at y'know. Getting the girl.

-However, he is younger than Eclipse. In part not as experienced with the whole line their apart of.

-Rather handy with his shots, but better at driving. Also has a bit of a name for himself.

-Cannot actually believe how his brother acts around Beige from time to time. He's judging his brother immensely everytime. Just let her clear the hyperdrive so they can go!

Moon!

-It should not be a shock he's still a scientist in this au. (Mad scientist Sun would say...)

-But in part of that, its due to being part of a Space Camp. He's suppose to be in charge of the sciences of how rockets run. However he uses most of that to make his own things.

-It usually does end up with the kids handling it. Unless Sun gets involved. Kids love the anti gravity chamber a lot.

-Also in this AU he is still AroAce.

-However since Sun and him are under a company, they don't usually leave the Camp. They can't really.

-Moon has made a Star.

Sun, sweetie my darling.

-Although him and Moon run the Camp together, Sun mostly handles the kids. (Although, Sun more or less just doesn't want them getting hurt cause of Moon's experiments.) -He's been having trouble with some outsiders makings noise lately but it's usually something he can handle. The dome around the place keeps the camp relatively safe (and Safer with Moon's additional technology)

-He goes by his own checklist, although the one from the higher ups isn't something he wants to fully deviate from. It's kept things running, and their own job secure.

-He may be dressed up as a Spaceman, he's uh... not actually one. At least not by astronaut standards.

-They don't talk to other models of themselves.

-Earth and Sun usually can talk for hours. However, he tries not to keep her too long. She's got others to check in.

Bloodmoon, yes it's him!

-The possibly second youngest.

-He's the only model of his type that... well Ruby's seen actually.

-An avid fan of Invader Zim, due to many movie nights he's had with Ruby. (In an effort to help him learn some things about people...without being near too many.) -He doesn't understand why he needed clothes, unaware of his own autonomy.

-Unfortunately for everyone, WAS destroying planets and ships, destruction in his wake. No one could keep him contained. Until Ruby. But she's not really trying to contain him.

-His curiosity mainly keeps him in check, at least in regard to his learning program. He still seeks some chaos, even if it is on a isolated ship in the meantime.

-Comet Boy! Danger, do not engage.

Angel, y sweet sweett bababyyy

-Probably the oldest? He's quite a mess it's hard to tell.

-Has been passed around here and there from job to job so he's very well versed in many skills!

-Earth finding him again was a blessing. She thought she lost him. Incredibly thankful for Cosmo.

-Is far more interesting in helping Cosmo than being helped. He's survived quite a bit!

Killcode, don't you forget my giant man.

-Was made by Moon, or from Moon. In doing so, he's got a few quirks he picked up.

-Such as... He's actually less violent. However able to withstand radiation, rocket blasts, high velocity impact, mundicide... Assumingly.

-Incredibly Tall. A normal person would maybe feel incredibly intimidated by how much he towers.

-A darling cook, he mostly has to kneel for that though. Not many ktichens he's been in are for his height.

-He's a rather calming personality, has no qualms to start fights.

Earth and Solar Flare (or welll... the ACTUAL Sun)

-Two AI's made for well.. as you guess the Earth and the Sun.

-Earth is as expected to be motherly, warm, stern with her own wants. While SF has less expected results of being rather recluse, cold, to the point and selective in their interactions.

-Earth is partly why the actual planet is far cleaner. With her being actually forthright about the planets condition. It helps if theres someone who may be disappointed if you throw your trash on the ground, or company's dumping waste. She may have been made, but she more or less is her own being. Most don't mind since her main concerns usually fall with her own planets affairs. That doesn't mean she doesn't have concerns of other places.

-SF was made as a safe bet to monitor the sun. However, hue to unexpected AI developing their own personality. SF doesn't fairly speak to much anyone aside Earth. He rather feels she's better at relaying information than he is. Ironic, they find.

-Recently some reptilian android has started to make some impressions on Earth, SF doesn't normally hear her talk about individuals like this aside the 'children' she oversees.

-Earth also ended up supervising the celestial and eclipse models. Attaching to them far more than expected but due to- [The Rest is too glitched to make out.]

Well that was more typing than I thoguht it'd be. But me and Neko have quite a bit of art. The main inspiration for a lot of it is retro futurism. But thank you for asking! You also got Earth in there too. My sweet lady I love her.

[mwebber]

"I think I'm dreaming," says Mark Webber, eighteen year-old Almost Professional Racing Driver, as he dips the blonde in his arms under a harsh spotlight, the rest of their surroundings shrouded in darkness. He's in a suit—a nice, expensive one that he saw in a shop window while exploring London the other day and could never think of affording—and somehow, he knows how to dance.

"What makes you think this is a dream?" The blonde is a classic beauty, but their features flicker between masculine and feminine, like Mark's brain can't settle on who they might look like. Sometimes, she'll veer close to his manager's exasperated expression, or Kylie Minogue's smirk. After a blink, he'll look like a boyish rock star, some punk skater kid off the streets.

Their accent sounds distinctly German, though. What's with that?

Mark tugs the blonde upright again, and they go easily with the movement. Around them, the red fabric of their dress, or suit, or whatever, floats gracefully in the air, like they're in zero gravity. The two of them have been dancing on nothing. Nothing looks an awful lot like a pristine red carpet from his peripheral vision, and more like an ocean of stars when he glances down.

"Well," he smiles, rocking in place with his partner to a piano tune from nowhere. Something jazzy, but maybe it's not jazz. What does he know about jazz? "It's definitely not real."

Honestly, dancing without gravity isn't hard at all. He tries a twirl, and the blonde spins obligingly before joining their hands together once more.

"What does real mean?" asks the blonde, casually, as they sway. "What you're feeling and seeing, experiencing." Their faces are really very close. Is Mark so desperate for connection that he's dreaming of kisses now? "I think that's real."

The spotlight is narrowing. Mark can't see what's below them anymore, only knows there are supernovas and black holes and the greater cosmos because of the pressure pulling at his limbs from all directions.

He concedes: "So in my head, it's real."

With a disdainful sniff, his partner's face gains clarity, a camera lens twitching into focus. "If you like."

"Oh." Mark blinks. He's dancing with an angel. Stupid, for not realizing earlier. "I didn't mean to offend."

The angel shakes their head. "No offence taken," it offers, not unkindly.

"I was thinking about home before you came, is all." The explanation is a touch too hasty. He adds: "Just moved out, y'see, and I'm sleeping on the floor."

Something under their feet squishes unpleasantly. It's a lone star, none too happy with the way they've danced right onto it. Carefully, Mark guides them away, closer to an emptier strip of outer space.

"This is much nicer than missing home," the angel nods. "Like pin-up girls painted on planes from World War II."

"Exactly," Mark agrees without thinking. "Can I kiss you?"

Even the angel's laugh is beautiful. Maybe that was to be expected. The galaxies around them seem to shudder with delight at the sound.

"You'd kiss a stranger without asking their name?" Its smile is the stuff of—well. Dreams.

"Sorry." Sheepishly, Mark comes to a stop. Neither of them let go, perhaps both unsure if they're allowed to. "What's your name, angel?"

"Angel?" The blonde laughs again, and it's like new universes blossom into existence. "You're sweet. My name is Sebastian."

Planets and stars and moons align. The dark reaches of space have never felt more warm and inviting.

"Sebastian," Mark tries the word on his tongue, and finds he likes the way it rolls over his taste buds. He doesn't know too many Sebastians in his life. Where did he get the name from? "If we kissed, I think we could stitch the cosmos together."

This time, Sebastian's smile carries a tinge of regret. "I'm afraid it's more than space that separates us, my love."

"My love." That's absurd. But something about the endearment feels right, drifting in this endless ether together. "Kiss me anyway."

A kiss goodnight, or a kiss before the morning makes them part ways. Even a kiss to the cheek, Mark would covet and keep safely in his ribcage, tucked behind his heart until he returns to the earth. It's not every day one gets a blessing from an angel.

"Impertinent," remarks Sebastian as they lean in, but it's with a fondness that sounds like it's had millennia to cultivate.

When their lips finally meet, something clicks neatly into place at the back of Mark's mind. He's kissed this mouth before, a thousand times over and counting, in universes that unspool out and away. It's a little confusing at this moment in time: He will kiss this mouth a thousand times over. He was always going to.

When he opens his eyes, the empty walls of his shoebox apartment greet him. His back hurts. He's still fixed in the same cramped position he settled into before he fell asleep, buried in his sleeping bag. Already, his dream is receding to the depths of his subconscious, never to be accessed again.

But the ache of homesickness that's festered between his lungs since he stepped on the plane out of Australia is gone.

It feels something like stardust instead.

[hazbinficsandstuff-eyeshadow]

Prologue:

Two planets both alike in dignity. The one seemed like a hellscape from the outside and to be fair the closer you got it didn't get much better in terms of looks however the people there liked it like that. The other planet, “insert name* thought that due to its look the people that inhabited it were filthy and awful people especially compared to them. Their planet appeared spotless with buildings of diamonds and modernity. They both thought ill of each other. Charlie Mornigstar ruler of the first planet, Junio didn't really consider herself a ruler and more as a protector. Charlie loved her people with all her heart but she was alone. On the planet Heras it was ruled by two instead of one, Lute and Adam. They had worked their way to the top, well, mostly Lute did. Adam did make most of the decisions although Lute was the only female opinion he gave the slightest concern towards. While the place looked modern the way that females were treated were the exact opposite of modern. These two weren't the only planets that interacted with eachother however for enemies they seemed to engage with each other the most, weird isn't it.

Chapter : A change

In Junion lied Charlie, alone. Om her skin she flet nothing but the blankets heavy fabric weighing over her. It had been so long sense she experienced connection. She then heard a loud crash outside, A turf-War. People here were usually really kinf but as anywhere all fights and arguments were impossible to avoid fully. Charlie sluggishly rolled out of bed and dragged herself to the front door. When she got there she was surprised To find no conflict. Three people stand there, two shaking hands with smoke blowing uo behind them. Another a tall man dressed in red who wore a bright smile. His skin tone and the way he illuminated made him appear to be from the Lunar colony. Charlie is mesmerized by his glowing appearance. They both walk Up to eachother

“ Did you jsut settle that yourself?” Charlie asks they mysterious Moon man.

He answers back “ why, yes, I did, does that impress you?” He said with a smug grin.

“ actually, yes, how'd you do it?”

“People are simple, they like to think their complex but you understand even the basics of psychology and even thr most ‘complex’ of situations can be solved, sometimes all it takes is a handshake” he replies as he reaches out for Charlie's hand holding it in Front of her. Charlie Slowly reaches out for his hand not because she's scared but rather Because it's been so long since she experienced touch especially after her fatehrs death. As Charlie continued moving her hand closer Alastor got impatient and quickly grabbed it shaking It vigorously. “ pleased to be meeting you princess Charlie, the names Alastor”. Charlie held up her hand as she felt the new sensations of touch run through her fingers.

“Alastor, how would you like to stay here”. Alastor was estatic he had gotten exactly What he wanted. He wants Power control and to be on top. Befriending the princess of hell was probably the easiest way to do that. As soon as he could get close enough to the princess he could take her out and he'd finally Be free. if he could just get his hands on her he could finally unleash the chains. If he failed he would die. This is the one shot at freedom he has and is determined to nit mess it up. He hummed as he stored his Chin and acted as if he was pondering. He likes to keep people on their toes even though he's someone Who's always extremely sure of himself.” Well I suppose I could stay and help you with a few things”. “Oh thank you alastor you won't regret this”. Charlie cried out as she wrapped her arms around his waist hugging him aggressively Alastors body and arms went stiff at the gesture.He wasn't used to pyschial touch most people thought that due to his demeanor he hated it but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Its been awhile since he's experienced any kind of compassion or affection at least to this degree. He used to have heartfelt interactions with his dear friend Rosie that he enjoyed but she'd been busy managing one of The Lunar colonies And they didn't get to see eachother that much. He would have reciprocated and held her back, at least do he could get her to trust him enough for his plan, but the sudden Suprie of human emotion Just left him there, motionless. “Umm, Well is there anything you need you need help with at the moment?” Alastor asked. Usually he'd never stutter or use Filler words like “umm” or “like. It ruined his perfect on top of the world persona that he wanted and did Display. He punished himself in hus head for such trivial Imperfections. Although to him any Imperfection might as well be the end, same reason he stitched his mouth into a smile. The stitches Were even sewn perfectly The only reason he was aware of them was because he was there when he gave stitched it. A chivel At that perfect image would make him crumble. “If you want to do anything I have a list on the fridge I'll give you first pick sense you're helping me, Oh wait you Just got here, don't you wanna go to Your room and get settled first?”

“Oh, you meant like stay here?”

“Yes, if you want I assume you're from one Of the Lunar colonies so I wouldn't want you to have to travel to far Everyday. I can show you to your room If you want?”

“Why I do suppose it would be umm difficult To travel So far everyday to help you”. Charlie then walked alastor Up to his room and left him to get used to the new setting. Alastor layed down and snapped his bags into The room. He could have just telephoned Everyday but his power was getting weaker and the princess doesn't have To know it. If he stayed here he cab Aldo get closer To the princess then Just helping her out everyday. While he feels remorseful for having to do such a thing to such a kind he soul he knows it has to be done. He's alone and can finally gather himself and pick himself back up to perfection. As he lied down sinking into the mattress, the pain Started lessening, not completely gone by any means but his pain was now bearable instead of the excruciating Experience he usually had. No one, not even God heard his screams of pain. Anyone else living through This would have () and so did alastor but with his dear he couldn't even get rid of the Pain he was in, he was trapped but this was usual and he did feel the comfort draped over him and fell Asleep comfortably. Charlie walked in the living room heading to bed she was so Exhausted she felt like she was about to collapse. All she did was lay in bed all day and she was still exhausted. Her brain tended to keep her up late. Charlie felt as if she couldn't walk anymore and then plopped onto the couch stretching her limbs out and almost immediately falling asleep. Keekee curled up on Charlie's Back ad she snored not even out of her formal attire.

[tagthetrekkie]

Ok, this is inspired by Falling Feels Like Flying by @penguinwithitsarseonfire

Again, I blame @deepspacedukat

Pairing: Letant x reader

Warning: none, just sadness

Synopsis: Chasing someone who is a flight risk can be dangerous. Like Icarus, Letant learned not to fly to high when his wings couldn’t keep up

The Fall

You were a lieutenant, a member of Deep Space Nine's crew. A flight risk, some of your colleagues would call you.

As soon as he saw you for the first time, his first instinct was to ask who she was. There was something about this lieutenant that drew him to you more than any other before you. The Ferengi bartender raised an eyebrow and cautioned him.

“You're going to need a lot of luck with that one. She’s a flight risk.” He warned.

A scowl escaped Letant's lips. He considered it impossible for a Starfleet Officer, particularly a human one, to be so irresponsible.

The Ferengi smirked as if challenging the Senator to see for himself. If he declined such a challenge, what kind of Romulan would he be?

He pursued you relentlessly since then, determined to make sure you understood the impact you had on his life. Letant hoped that his passionate words would enter her heart, each filled with metaphor and emotion.

Although their relationship blossomed into something stronger, there was no escaping the fact that you could just take flight any moment.

“She’ll never settle down, you know? This girl is a flight risk, after all” Odo grunt when he noticed the Senator staring at you

Letant just waved off his concern; he knew you too well.

In the meantime, he and those around him realized that you were ready to take flight alongside the Romulan. An indecent desire to flee shatters the hearts of a full-grown adult. There wasn't much surprise among the crew. Of course you’d like to take off, so you joined Starfleet.

Letant, of course, was on Cloud Nine. His Romulan pride reverberated wherever he went. Regardless of everything, you choose to be with him. In Romulus, you seemed closer and closer to making the planet your home, and Letant would look at you like no one could take this away from him. You just smiled at him.

—

You could feel Vreenak’s eyes on you. He and Letant were having a chat across the room, but it wasn't like you were paying attention to them.

“She is a flight risk’’ his friend’s voice was severe.

Letant paid no heed to his words. His friend should know that you wouldn’t fly away from him. Not when you two just started your lives.

Unwittingly, Letant spent every waking moment trying to keep his human close; ensuring you stayed deep-rooted by his side, no matter what occurred. However, as time went on, his attempts only served to increase your burgeoning wanderlust, pushing her farther away than ever before. Every attempt to control or tame this flight risk only strengthened your resolve to seek out more adventure.

The senator begged you not to leave until you'd at least given love a chance. Witnesses watched in awe as a proud Romulan thoroughly mixed intellectual tenderness with heartfelt passion. Despite his efforts, though, it seemed as if fate wanted them apart as every time you took flight again, chasing that pappy pipe dream of yours.

He would have resigned himself to merely being infatuated by this volatile woman if he hadn't encountered you yet again after months of searching. Overcome by joy, he rushed towards you like a hurricane and swept you off your feet. The euphoria Letant felt then was like nothing else he'd experienced before. You two spent what little time you had together dancing under the stars and talking late into the night. Somehow, even these brief moments managed to bring out the best in both of you, proving just how powerful your connection was. Inevitably, you left once again, but this time, you promised to come back for him when you were ready.

As the days went by without your return, his faith began to falter. However, despite all odds, you eventually came back. He realized why he couldn't write down his feelings for you - because this kind of love only existed at the moment, freed from language or rules. That spark between you burned brighter than any words ever could and it's still alive, long after you've said goodbye again.

Letant had never felt such intense emotions before in his life. It was a mixture of anxiety and bliss, with the certainty that it would soon be gone all too quickly. He couldn't explain why, but he was deeply in love with someone who could easily fly away from him at any moment; someone who felt like a bird in a cage whenever she stayed too long somewhere.

He kept insisting that if you just stopped long enough, you'd realize how much you shared and stay put for good. But even though there were moments when your connection seemed factual, something within you remained untouchable, enigmatic, and constantly tugging you away like an invisible force. Yet despite this looming inevitability, the Senator clung on desperately to whatever scraps of joy you could share. In those brief moments of clarity, he wished fervently that perhaps one day you might anchor yourself again without hesitation and choose to remain forever. Until there, there'll be the oath. To protect his heart, or what was left of it. To be a proper Romulan senator like he never was or could be. And he’ll do fine, he always does, before he finds you again. And there he’ll go again, breaking his oath. Whereas Letant is left wondering what could have been and dreaming of the day when you might come back into his life, the Romulan was curled up in a grip when he was you.

[beperoncin]

heres the ask again-

for the "send characters" thing;; peponcino :3

OK NOW WE'RE ALL SET THANKS

1 - favorite thing about him

uhmmm. everything /hj

but seriously he's fucking awesome how he treats habanero. i have never seen him be mean to him . ever

literally best fictional father

2 - least favorite thing about him

how he treated cauliflower in the first part of the story. could have been better imo he was just really disrespectful and uncool (ik he changed and he's nicer to her but im still kinda mad he did that)

favorite line -

I HAVE TOO MANY.

but the one i cam recall is "you're... a good one..." (his message in the coty)

IT'S SO ADORABLE??!!! HE'S SO.

brotp -

since he knows cauliflower enough he could probably be introduced to olive (caulive shippers wya) by her and they'd probably just chill around each other

otp -

OK SO. HIM AND DARK CHOCO. I FIRST THOUGHT OF THIS SHIP AS "THEY HAVE A LOT IN COMMON BUT NOBODY SHIPS THEM SO I'D PROBABLY GET CANCELLED IF I SAID I DID." but then i come here AND I IMMEDIATELY GET FED THE BEST PEPCHOCO CONTENT ON THE PLANET. ALTHOUGH I HAVEN'T HAD ANY IN LIKE 3 MONTHS I'M STILL SO HAPPY.

notp -

him and fire spirit. eugh i hc fire spirit as his father. that's not cool

random headcanon -

he lost the arm he has that cool gauntlet on so it kinda doubles as a prosthetic :3c

unpopular opinion -

he gets treated so awful by the fandom. LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN THIS YEAR'S RESULTS? A COOKIE BASED OFF OF ORIENTALIST STEREOTYPES SCORES HIGHER THAN HIM. SAME GOES WITH HABANERO. AND WHAT'S WORSE IS PEPERONCINO SCORED SECOND TO LAST PLACE IN HIS ROUND. I THOUGHT HE'D SCORE HIGHER BECAUSE EVERYONE LOVES "DILFS." AND PEPERONCINO FITS EXACTLY IN THAT CATEGORY. I CAN GO ON AN HOUR RANT ABOUT THIS. AND IF HE WAS LOVED BECAUSE OF THAT HE'D PROBABLY ONLY BE SEEN BECAUSE OF THAT AND NOT THE ACTUAL GOOD THINGS ABOUT HIM. AND THE MORE POPULAR HE IS THE MORE PEOPLE HATE HIM AND THAT MAKES ME EVEN ANGRIER. IM SORRY IM JUST SO ANGRY ABOUT THAT

song i associate with him -

i have many. i genuinely don't know but i have a couple i feel like saying but i just.. dont wanna say it. because they don't fit him enough and they're mainly from different fandoms

favorite picture of him -

THE 7TH ANNIVERSARY PHOTO OF HIM LOOKIE AT HIM

BRO IS EXPERIENCING WHIMSY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE'S SO HAPPY HE'S ADORABLE. I WANNA HUG HIM.

[candy-pants]

Oh no I’m so sorry!! I hesitated to say anything cuz I wasn’t sure if you were just taking your time lol. Sorry we’re down to the last day but let’s pack in a lot of questions in that case!! First off, Ashley is kinda slaying in that vid ngl. And I love learning more about latam Disney channel, thanks for sharing!! What show were they on?? And you have a point about Sabrina lol. Switching gears, ofc ik you love descendants and mal and Ben in particular, who are your favs outside of the core four and why? What are your fav ships besides bal and why? And what are your biggest hopes for rise of red? I hope you have a great holiday and enjoy your gift tomorrow!! Sorry again for the miscommunication!! -gcwca secret Santa

don't worry! i was thinking you were busy or something so i didn't say anything either sdjhdhdsj i know tumblr tends to be the worst functioning website on the planet but we're all still here so i guess that says something about us

okay this is gonna be a long one buckle up

1 - they were in a show called que talento! (yes with an exclamation point) and they were basically playing themselves if they went to high school and were still amateurs lol i really liked the theme song but only the show version bc the studio version sounds awful sorry bruno i know you produced it but it sucks

2 - out of the core four (and ben) i have to say uma is a huge fav for me, probably my 3rd favorite character of the franchise. when i heard china anne mcclain was back on disney channel to play her i was sooooo excited and i can't imagine anyone better for the role. i love that she has such a strong sense of justice and community even if her ways aren't necessarily the best. obviously i love that the franchise makes sure to let us know she and mal are two sides of the same coin and if they weren't both so proud and stubborn they'd be friends, but i like that uma isn't just a carbon copy of mal like they're very much two different characters. uma is driven by collectiveness and she cares so hard about everybody it's almost aggressive and she's such a great example of leadership on the isle (as acknowledged by both ben in d2 and mal in d3 (and as a side note i'm obsessed with mal, ben and uma's dynamic and i could ramble on about it for the next 10 years but that's not the point)) and if i don't stop now this is gonna turn into a mal vs uma analysis

3 - i really really love the idea that mal and uma are exes. like to me that's just canon and no one is gonna tell me otherwise bc it doesn't contradict anything! "and how would you know, mal? you've never had [a boyfriend]" so in my head she could have dated uma idc it was probably quick and messy bc they would have this toxic power struggle which ultimately ends in mal not letting her join the gang. i think they would absolutely kill each other as a couple now bc of how similar they are but as exes? hell yeah that's a vibe

as for present day relationships i'm a fan of harry and uma getting together at some point in the future bc lbr those two are in a weird situationship lmao i also love jay and gil!!! very unexpected but jay realizing how jaded he's become after seeing the beauty of gil experiencing things with such wonder and then deciding to do a gap year so they can travel the world together is something that can actually be so personal

ALSO i'm not usually one for crackships but harry x evie had me like 👀 in d3 bc sorry wtf is this

for the record i don't think they should realistically get together, i don't think they'd work out, but the chemistry is there and for some reason kenny chose to highlight it so idk

4 - oooo so rise of red. here's the thing. i'm fully expecting this movie to be bad sdjdshjdjhsjdh i'm mostly worried about these seemingly amateur writers they got. like. even if descendants is its own little fanfiction thing let's at least try to make things coherent inside its own universe. the fact that they all went to school together defeats the purpose of beast UNITING THE KINGDOMS but well anyway let's see what they're gonna do

i like jennifer phang as a director though! she did two eps of cloak and dagger (one of which is 2x01, one of my personal favs) and the pilot of secrets of sulphur springs, so i know she's competent. and mark hofeling is coming back which is GREAT bc changing the production designer would be a terrible move for a spin-off partly set in present day. i just wish kara saun would come back to do the costumes but oh well

i'm so excited to see your gift!!!!! i hope you have a great holiday as well!!!!!!

[mrsbsmooth]

Red, White & Royal blue: live blind reaction.

I have never read the book, I have no idea of the plot, I have a two line summary.

Let’s go.

There is so much exposition in this it’s not even funny

PRESIDENT UMA THURMAN!

Is the book written like this what the fuck this is kind of bad

Where was Prince Henry’s actor when they were casting the crown fr he’s a dead ringer for baby wills

Don’t get me wrong. The two main characters are fucking hot as shit, but the actual story and the dialogue is so predictable

Alex has the eyelashes of a god

The budget for this is… not high. The president’s son can only afford to have like 50 people at his party? And it’s in a marquee tent with fairy lights instead of at a venue? The fuck? Lol

And they’re skipping all the relationship development.

Okay wait Get Low just came on

Henry watches TV, but he’s never heard popular music?

Oh this everyone getting low except then thing is kinda cute but a little cringe but actually a lot cringe. I refuse to believe that someone who drags their mate to the DF for get low isn’t getting aforementionedly low.

Aw Henry leaves when Alex kissed a girl, methinks he’s got a little crush

OH

OH I SEE

oooooooooooooooooooo

Aw cute Henry likes him. Wish we’d had a little more foreshadowing of that though cause it seems like they were just friends. Could’ve done with a bit more from Henry’s POV

God this snow is so fake though I’ve never even seen snow but that was so obviously a closed set

Pairing up the only two black characters I see hmmm

The actress who plays Nora is absolutely adorable

Both women leaders I love it

Omg did he not come to the party naur his poor little empty place card

Did his place card say “Prince Henry” I’m fucking sorry but a black tie event he would be “HRH” AT LEAST, and they would be using Alex’s full first name (assuming it’s Alexander) or just Mr. Full first name and Surname who wrote this you know nothing of etiquette 🤣

Miguel hot. Please don’t sleep with him though please Henry will be sad.

Alex you didn’t tell him off the record you eejit

REDRUM

OKAY HER WALKING IN ON THEM WHHXHCHHAHAHAHA IM DYING OMG THAT WAS SO GOOD

Are you still…. “Like Stonehenge”

“Your Royal hardness”

Omfg I’m dying 🤣🤣🤣🤣 that’s so cute

He did NOT just pat Henry’s ass in public babe you’re gonna get him in trouble

OH OKAY THIS JUST GOT GOOD LETS HAVE A BJ SCENE

oh wait no it didn’t. They really just faded to black on me 😒

“Keep it Casual” rude and not okay

And also wtf did Henry get off too or did he just blow Alex and leave. What happened to “I’m gonna do terrible things to you” like no sir it sounds like you just got a blowjob and then didn’t reciprocate. Lover of the year 10/10 (sArCaSm)

THOSE GREY PANTS HIDE NOTHING ALEX GODDAMN

Why are there bagpipes playing at a polo match?

I’m sorry but for people trying to keep things quiet they sure talk about their sexual escapades in public a lot

A mouthful muahahahha called it with the grey pants alex is hung like a horse

Oof Alex got swerved for the hand hold that’s a big ouch

Aww the bit where he’s not sure who’s topping and who’s bottoming it’s such a mood and it’s cute.

Okay stop. Wait. I’ve paused this. Anyone who says they went to boarding school as a justification for being gay or experienced is lying. I went to an all girls boarding school, and my husband went to an all boys. All boys schools are some of the most disgustingly homophobic places on the fucking planet. If he’s saying that all the boys are fucking each other he’s dead wrong. If anything he’d be so shamed for being even remotely gay that he’d be traumatised. Fuck boarding school. Okay back to the movie.

Ooooh damn alex has a great body

Oh wow this is actually really fucking cute

I can’t believe how wrong I was about you FUCK OFF THIS IS SO CUTE

Aaaaaahhhh!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! THIS SEX SCENE IS SO ROMANTIC AND CUTE!

I can’t help but laugh with the hand closeups though it’s so titanic and cringe

But the facial closeups are *beautiful*

These guys are phenomenal actors I’m so glad they didn’t fade to black for that scene. But the directing is… interesting.

Pausing to find out if the actors are gay

Unconfirmed for both. I ship them together they look beautiful as a couple.

“I’m learning” oh fuck off that’s beautiful

Oof the plane home is a mood alex is so in love.

His mum is right though. She can’t do shit unless she gets re-elected

Wait was he formerly allowed to speak to the press lol since when??? As if he’s authorised.

“Yes madam president” oh shut up you angsty teenager 🤣 this is so “you just don’t GET me mom and daddddd”

Awww he’s so cute with his Texas thing though

THE EMAILS BACK AND FORTH

WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT TALKING ABOUT THIS SHIT IN PUBLIC

Wouldn’t it have been more romantic for him to be waiting in Alex’s apartment because then he actually would’ve been able to greet him properly instead of just grabbing his shoulder like “what are you doing here”

Miguel KNOWS and this is bad bad bad. Why the evil Hispanic man though?

AHAHHAHAHHA ZAHRA STORMING IN WHERE IS SHE omfg she is by far my favourite character in this whole movie

“Who knows about this?” “Literally no one but you. And the secret service. And Percy. And Nora. Oh and I told my sister. Oh I didn’t know that? Yeah she’s really happy for us.” BSHCHJCJSHAHHAAHHAHA

That was my favourite line so far hands down

Technically I’m the spare CHCISOOAK PRINCE HARRY CODED 🤣🤣🤣🤣

As for you little lord fuckleroy I will brexit your head from your body OKAY ZAHRA HAS THE WORLDS BEST DIALOGUE NEW FAVOURITE LINE

THE BOW - your royal highness omfg I’m dead Zahra deserves an award and an Oscar the actress is so good

Aw the talk with mum awww this whole thing is cute. Bestie Uma is an ally. Her telling him about bottoming is so iconic omfg

Aw look at Henry in a flannel shirt 😂

The karaoke omfg and he sucks 😂

Alex is so in love holy shit

Aw and Alex’s dad loves him

THE SHUFFLE CLOSER ON THE DOCK

WHAT A CALLBACK

oh

Oh no

Oh I don’t like this

I don’t like the look on Henry’s face rn

Oh wow alex just got swerved.

I— *splash*

That’s how I’m leaving every uncomfortable conversation from now on. Just roll away and splash into the water.

HES LEAVING COMPLETELY?!!!!???!

Aw i like your dog what’s his name

Wait where’s the dog I want more dog

Quickly checks doesthedogdie.com

Only one report and it says no so I think we’re good.

Did you actually end things with Alex though? NO YOU DID NOT. You just GHOSTED HIM

Nora’s right go to london

OH HES HERE HES AT THE GATE shkskskksksks

oh my god Henry’s speech is heartbreaking.

“I can love you and want you and still not want that life. I’m allowed. And it doesn’t make me a liar. It makes me a man with some infinitesimal shred of self preservation and you don’t get to come in here and call me a coward for it.”

Okay whelp now I’m crying. Being a prince do be like that. Except fuck Harry and Meghan for reals.

Well you can’t just not let anything happen to you. Because nothing will ever happen to you. Isn’t this what Dory says to Marlin in Finding Nemo wtf 😂 PLAGIARISM

I’m pretty sure the royal family don’t have a key to the British museum please correct me if I’m wrong, they could have magic skeleton keys to every building in Britain but it seems unlikely.

Circling a sculpture of a male torso like sharks hmm yes the deepening of the movie such imagery much wow very meaning

Please don’t dance amongst the statues that’s really cringe

Aw okay no I take it back it’s cute.

Elvis? it should’ve been a Bowie song just saying.

OH WAIT THE DOGS NAME IS DAVID I JUST REMEMBERED awww yesss hope nothing happens to david

Aw they’re dancing like they’re at a school disco 🤣

History huh? Bet we could make some.

PLEASE Alex waking up in Buckingham palace 😂 that’s gonna be an awkward walk of shame past the paparazzi 🤣🤣🤣

The chain on that key is new it is not old. When did he make that necklace yesterday?

OH MY GOD NO NOT THE EMAILS

#Hacked

No

No

No

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

WHY WONT THEY LET THEM TALK THIS IS DUMB AND STUPID

Surely someone has a sneaky phone they can hook them up on COME ON!!!!!

I fucking knew it was Miguel. Even when I thought it was the palace I knew it was him.

“This is about privacy” eek Prince Harry is gonna love this IRL

That whole speech from Alex was beautiful. Also means they can’t deny anything which is probably not the best strategic move I hope Henry’s not mad that he did that. Stupid idealistic Americans.

ZAHRA IM OBSESSED WITH YOU YOURE THE REAL QUEEN AND SHES FUCKING THE EQUARRY OR WHATEVER HIS NAME IS IM IN LOVE IS ZAHRA SINGLE I WANT TO MARRY HER

SKINNY PERFECT ASS hjcicidoskkcncjidisokncnnfmdkskskkckkckcjncnsnamkck

“Baby” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“I’m coming to london” WHY DID YOU NOT DO THAT AS SOON AS THE EMAILS GOT LEAKED

Omg that hug on the stairs stop it they’re actually so beautiful together

HES NOT PLAYING YANKEE DOODLE ON THE PIANO

Did Henry see Alex’s speech tho I kinda need to know

OH YAY HE SAW IT jcjcjdkksoxjjcncks

“Your boyfriend”

Oh the king wants to see them oh shiiiit

THE SIGNET RING

Shut the fuck up Phillip you Poncy cunt

THEY

No

NO THEY DIDNT

They did not get STEPHEN FUCKING FRY to play a HOMOPHOBIC KING

Bsbchjcjsjdjkckfkkdmsa I am laughing so fucking hard right now I’m crying I actually had to pause it I’m laughing so hard

THIS CASTING DIRECTOR EITHER NEEDS AN OSCAR OR A RAZZY I CANT DECIDE

Why haven’t they bowed all the royals now to each other

He smokes lol the king does not smoke they would consider it vulgar these days

That is a LARGE glass of whisky. Like that is four shots minimum.

Dear God, this King is so fucking stupid if he thinks that this can be explained with Clandestien reports after Alex has just done like a super romantic beautiful speech publicly acknowledging their relationship .

Like what is he expecting Henry to say that Alex was lying and he was making it up to further his mums political campaign?

Hommo sek siual 🤣🤣 I’m sorry but Stephen fry playing a homophobe is just so far outside the realm of me being able to suspend my disbelief I’m just PMSL

They will not accept a Prince- just wait

Now is the part where there’s a giant crowd supporting him

CALLED IT

GO

YAYYYYYYYYYY aww they’re so cute together aww aww awww yayyy look at all the pride flags

Of course the election hangs on Texas lol

It’ll come down to Austin

Writing her concession speech on election night I think not this would’ve been preappproved weeks ago

Prince would not be on stage he wouldn’t be allowed either by the royals or by his security team or by the Democrats lol

AND THE MOVIE’S OVER

Rachel Hilson that’s her name I love her

Someone needs to tell me if the book has better pacing than this because the pacing was all over the place for the first 45 minutes. The rest of the movie was great but idk

OH THERES A POST CREDITS 🤣 aww cake YAY that’s so cute abbdbsjajhahahahqh

There we go.

Overall not bad but the pacing and exposition was really off at the start. Lucky I’m procrastinating from writing otherwise I might’ve turned it off lol.

Love the actors (especially Alex’s eyelashes babe what mascara you using damn) and their chemistry but idk the writing was a bit cringe in parts. Really well acted though.

Recommend-ish?

Edit: it’s now the next day and I’ve had time to think about it. And the more I think about it the more I’m fucking in love with this movie

How rarely do we get to just see two silly little boys in love with none of the trauma dumping or anything just a beautiful little romcom for two happy little gays

10/10 idc about the exposition and cringe I loved it and it deserves the world.

[angeltreasure]

Hi. I come again to seek for your help since you're very nice and warm and I trust you. That doesn't mean I expect you to have the answer to everything, I just need some guidance, whatever you can offer will do me good. I have been having a problem having faith, trusting and believing. It's mostly because I don't feel capable of anything good and I know there are no impossibles for God, and I should just believe, but I don't know how to get past it. I guess my question is, how can I believe?

It's probably a dumb question, I know, but I don't know what to do or think or say anymore.

Have a beautiful day, and thank you

I think sometimes when we get in that place, it’s best to clear our minds first and go back to the basics. Grab your canon Bible, open to the Old Testament of Genesis. Read very slowly from the very beginning. As you read a little about each verse of how God created the universe that we know, look at pictures online of nature, animals, the stars. The beauty of the universe was created by God so we can be in awe and see how wonderful His love is all around us. I could go down rabbit holes easily of how epic nature is, the details discovered over the years from new planets, so ultra violet light, the wings of butterflies, the power of volcanos, the depths of the oceans, rainbows, and then, us! After you read a bit of Genesis, hop on over to one of my favorite verses. Isaiah:

“For the director of music. Of David. A psalm. You have searched me, LORD, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, LORD, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand— when I awake, I am still with you.”

- Psalm 139:1-18

Once you do that, skip right to the New Testament to read about the Passion of Jesus, how He died on the cross. Do the same thing, read it slowly. Try to picture yourself there in the scenes like a movie. See how awesome God’s love you for is, that His Son, Jesus, died on the cross not just for Christians but for the whole world. Even if you were the only one on Earth, He would still be on the cross just for you. How amazing it, a God that loves us beyond human comprehension. God is love, bursting Divine Mercy. God will never abandon us or forget us. Even on hard days when we don’t feel good, God is right there by our side in the chaos and deserts. Even St. Teresa of Calcutta experienced this “dark night of the soul” for forty years! Today, she is a great saint. God’s love for us does not depend on our emotion. When we struggle, pray a very small prayer. It can be as simple as, “God, have mercy on me, a sinner.”

[myriadism]

Why the Docter and the Master from doctor who are enemies, a comically long list:

They just don't like eachother and the Master is evil ok things don't have to have a secret mythic reason all the time

They used to be best friends or lovers in their first regeneration but when the Master regenerated before the Docter did there was a falling out.

They got married and then divorced and that's why old man Dr Who the 1st decided to leave his planet all those years ago :'(

Or maybe they didn't decide to get divorced at all! and instead the Master or the Doctor left without saying anything making it impossible to legally serve divorce papers forcing the other to leave Gallifrey simply to tie up some legal loose ends :0

The Docter calls himself a doctor because he was able to complete a PhD in Gallifreyian college and the Master was only ever able to complete a Masters degree due to limitations in the Masters temperment, intelligence, or field of study. Thousands of years later and the Master is still resentful, awkward, and bitter about it.

The Doctor and the Master are actually siblings who were the type of kids that got forcibly separated because they were disruptive and misbehaving in class. Even if they did love eachother in the beginning after so many years and battles and disapproval now it's just an uncomfortable fact and/or family secret

One time the Docter and the Master had a really bad argument. No, I don't know what it was about, use your own imagination

One or the other or both or some other unnamed time traveler interfered with the personal history of their relationship. To the time traveling society of a people called "Time Lords" its possible there is no greater crime. Even if it's done on accident or with good intentions this would be like an assault upon a person's mind body and timeline.

All the things that happened on the TV show between the Master and the Docter is reason enough to hate eachother forever

The Time War was a thing that happened too! Give these alien survivors/refugees a break!

Gallifreyian society and culture is just so uptight and logical that the only expressions of deep abiding love, hate, and other feelings might be taboo or unrelatable and the Docter and Master are weird impolite cultural renegades with different manners

It was never shown on-screen but every time the Master does something awful its in response to a letter the Doctor wrote and put in the mail but time travel mail is so awful and unreliable sometimes the letters get delivered before the Master even does anything

The Doctor's TARDIS had been set aside for to be the Masters but then she gained sentience and absconded with Docter who in the middle of the night.

Maybe one day now that the planet of Gallifrey has been rescued from destruction and its people restored the Docter and Master can go to couples therapy to sort out their issues. Of course it probably won't happen because that would require the both of them separately agreeing to see a counselor and get therapy at all

There's been a shocking case of mistaken identity and the character we know as the Master in new Doctor Who is a different individual from the Gallifreyian who was the Master on the older Doctor who show. What, is it impossible that there could be two time traveling villians that decided to refer to themselves as "Master"?

What if there was a timey-wimy accident and the Master of new Doctor Who is literally younger and than the Doctor is and experiencing their relationship with the Doctor sort of in reverse. Like similar to how River Song was introduced to the show and had her story progress, the Master of new Doctor Who is destined to one day after several regenerations become the Master that was on the original aring series of Doctor Who.

[rebelpuff]

the   blip.

i've   mentioned   this   before   because   at   my   core   i   love   angst   and   no   one   can   ever   truly   be   happy,   but   please   blame   @thanksbarton   for   inspiring   me   to   actually   write   it   out.

the   girls   did   not   disappear   to   the   blip.   the   professor   did.   sara   bellum   did.

you   know   who   else   did?   the   mayor.   him.   princess   morbucks.   sedusa.   most   of   townsville.   almost   seventy-five   percent   of   monster   isle.   almost   everyone   who   made   their   lives   hectic   and   insufferable   was   gone. 

and   for   the   first   time   the   girls   could   rest.   like   a   weight   lifted   off   their   shoulders,   a   responsibility   they'd   accepted   as   children   suddenly   gone.   and   it   was…almost   nice.   buttercup   won't   ever   admit   it.   in   the   first   year   after,   buttercup   spent   an   ungodly   amount   of   time   trying   to   figure   out   ways   to   get   the   professor   and   sara   bellum   back.   she   woke   with   guilt.   she   sealed   off   the   professor's   bedroom,   terrified   that   he'd   come   back   and   something   would   be   missing   or   out   of   place   —   or   worse,   that   he   wouldn't,   and   there'd   never   be   any   proof   her   dad   had   lived   there   at   all.   but   after   a   while,   there   was   peace. 

townsville   had   forgotten   what   it   was   like   to   genuinely   be   in   danger.   the   collective   city   attitude   was   that   the   powerpuff   girls   would   save   them   eventually,   and   they   would   just   have   to   put   up   with   it   until   they   did.   the   blip   reminded   them   what   it   was   like   to   be   truly   scared,   for   the   first   time   since   the   girls   were   created,   of   something   more   than   the   interim.   they   started   to   genuinely   look   toward   the   girls   for   help,   for   guidance,   in   this   time   when   townsville   had   lost   so   much,   when   everyone   had   lost   someone. 

the   girls   were   treated   less   like   weapons   and   more   like   leaders   for   the   first   time…ever.

there   were,   of   course,   the   little   annoying   things.   timmy   had   finally   been   voted   into   office,   which   was   a   bummer.   there   was   still   the   occasional   monster   to   fight.   ace   still   got   on   her   nerves,   and   even   more   now   since   li'l   arturo   and   snake   got   poofed   too.   but   it   wasn't   awful.   it   was   the   first   time   buttercup   got   a   solid   eight   hours   of   sleep   consistently. 

the   sudden   lack   of   rogues   and   newfound   freedom   let   the   powerpuff   girls   focus   on   other   things,   for   once.   they   could   actually   leave   townsville   without   leaving   one   of   them   behind   or   constantly   pinging   their   locations   to   one   another.   and   so   they   did.   they   left   townsville   —   left   the   planet,   actually.   the   united   states   government   still   held   their   leash,   but   there   was   a   lot   of   slack   in   it   for   once.   a   lot   of   government   agents   were   gone   too.   the   powerpuff   girls   decided   to   get   into   intergalactic   work.   they   were   one   of   the   only   people   that   could   easily   travel   between   such   huge   distances   with   little   preparation   and   no   side   effect. 

they   worked   alongside   captain   marvel   a   lot,   in   the   same   sphere   of   influence. 

its   the   most   peace   buttercup   had   ever   experienced,   and   she   hated   it.   how   could   she   be   relaxed,   happy,   thriving   when   her   dad   was   gone?   when   her   sisters   were   still   mourning   him?   when   they   were   all   working   to   get   them   back?   and   fuck,   what   did   it   say   about   her   that   sometimes   she   wished   they   wouldn't.   because   fixing   it,   getting   everyone   back,   meant   falling   into   the   same   routines.   the   professor   and   sara   bellum   wouldn't   come   back   alone.   they'd   come   back   with   everything   that   made   life   so   goddamn   insufferable. 

they   were   on   another   planet   when   it   happened.   when   everyone   snapped   back   to   the   same   places   they'd   been   four   years   before.   buttercup's   first   thought   was   that   the   professor   would   be   home   alone.   that   he   wouldn't   know   what   became   of   his   kids   for   a   long   time.   her   second   thought   was   that   they   might   go   back   to   chaos.   to   the   city   on   fire.   again.   and   there   was   no   way   they'd   get   there   in   time   to   fix   it.

they   spent   an   extra   two   and   a   half   weeks   on   that   planet,   counting   its   returned,   helping   people   back   into   place.   buttercup   thought   her   sisters   were   dragging   their   feet.   and   she   couldn't   point   it   out,   because   she   was   doing   it   too.

buttercup   was   right.   things   went   back   to   normal,   and   too   quickly.   about   the   only   difference   is   that   timmy   is   now   mayor,   but   buttercup   doesn't   even   bother   to   acknowledge   that.   (only   half   because   she   doesn't   know   the   old   mayor's   real   name,   and   still   calls   him   “the   mayor.”)

during: 👊 ;; ˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶦⁿ ᵖᵉʳᵐᵃⁿᵉⁿᵗ ˢˡᵘᵐᵇᵉʳ ( universe viii )

after: 👊 ;; ᵍⁿᵃˢʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜʳᶦᵐᶦⁿᵃˡ ᵗᵒᵘⁿᵍᵉˢ ( universe ix )

[lightsiided]

     despite his gentle assurances, rey starts to cry harder -- how can she not, when he knows EXACTLY what she wants to hear? the promises are precisely something she has been hoping for, even before all this started. her fear over his safety is hardly something new. so rey clings to the words, the insistence that nothing will stop him from returning to her side, like a life preserver. of course she believes him. they have proven as much to each other before. even universal catastrophe, planet-ending war and the separation of lightyears of space have not been able to keep them apart. again and again, they have found each other. the trials that have done their best to prevent it have been no match for the iron will of their love. why should that change now?

shakily, rey exhales, then nods. "i know you're right," she murmurs. but knowing the truth of it -- even BELIEVING him -- doesn't lessen her fear. or at least it doesn't tonight. "i just worry about you." she sniffs, swaying a little closer. it still doesn't feel close enough. but how effortlessly he's crafted a plan to care for her brings a smile to her lips again. even with everything that's happened, he's already thought about what will make her feel better. he is so selfless, his love is so unending. it makes her chest feel tight. "you know how to take care of a baby?" she asks, a tone of mild surprise in her voice. of course. she should have known.

still, they don't need to decide how they'll care for her in the long term tonight. thor's right; rest is important, along with recovering from this awful day. rey can't help but to be AMUSED that, though he's the one who almost died -- and lost a dear friend along the way -- thor continues to emphasize how difficult her day has been. while it certainly has, she hasn't forgotten he's been through so much, too. he also wrestled with the idea of losing her forever. he also experienced what they thought were their last moments together. gently, rey reaches up and touches her fingers to his cheek. "you'll rest with me," she directs softly. "then we'll figure it out together tomorrow. our terrible day was shared. this will be, too."

in all the excitement of the last twenty four hours, she'd nearly forgotten why she'd come to visit thor in the first place. is this why they're out here? to make up for the romantic evening they'd sacrificed? the look on her face softens, her smile easy and sweet. it's cheering to think of him forcing a space for her between a never-ending list of fights. thor is the only person to ever make the way she feels a PRIORITY.

but what he says as he continues leaves her confused. does he really feel like he must make time for them now? surely they can spend time together tomorrow. they were only meant to have dinner, after all, before this nightmare began -- it's something easily rescheduled. hardly anything he should insist they don't want to wait for, and not really the UNIVERSE'S fault at all. through her confusion, she looks at him expectantly. "what is it?" rey asks, her head tilting to the side. something you should know. she's at a loss, unable to think of anything that might warrant a walk to the cliffs at midnight. "is something wrong? you can tell me."

against all odds, her reassurance breaks through the thick shroud of grief he finds himself in.  there is the slightest flutter in thor’s chest; like a light trying desperately to shine through darkness.  he knows.  that rey will be with him while he endures this storm is how he knows, without any doubt, that he will be alright.  nothing is unbearable or impossible so long as they have each other.  rey makes him stronger; with her love and her care, he could survive anything.

when they stop, and thor turns to face her, his hands lift to brush away her tears with his thumbs.  however fruitless it may be— the touch is gentle, and the love in his eyes, the ache he feels for her and her pain, is abundant.  “you know there is no such thing as being ready.”  even with all the time in the universe to ‘prepare,’ it means nothing.  but knowing they will have a dusk as they’ve had a dawn isn’t what’s most important right now.  “but i promise you— i promise you, you don’t have to fear.”  moving his grip to her upper arms, he watches her with an intensity.  thor’s conviction returns.  just as he knows the sun will rise over new asgard in the morning, he knows this.  “whatever threat comes our way next. . .  our enemies will fail.  nothing will stop me from coming home to you.  you may not feel it now, but i hope that, soon, you will find peace in knowing i will never allow anything to take me from you.”

thor isn’t just fighting for the safety of others, now.  he isn’t fighting for his own life.  he’s fighting for one with her; he’s fighting for her.  so long as he fights for rey, nothing and no one can best him.  he won’t give them any other option.  releasing a breath, tension leaves his shoulders, but he feels the tightening of emotion in his throat.  his hands rub up and down her arms as his head shakes.

“we aren’t going to leave the baby.  we are going to go back, and you are going to take her home.  the two of you are going to sit together, and rest, while i. . .  figure it out.  you’ve had a long, terrible day.  i can take care of anything she’ll need.”  and he hasn’t forgotten his mental list.  food, clothes, crib.  then there are blankets, toys— and if he is forgetting anything (surely he is; if he’s honest, he hasn’t the first idea how to care for a baby) he already knows who’s help he’s going to enlist.  “we just had to do this first.”

searching her eyes for understanding, the look on his face smooths.  his hands fall to his sides.  the squirm of nerves in his stomach is brief.  “today has shown us. . .  there is always another fight, there is always a responsibility.  it’s interrupted us once, it will again.  so, we must do what we can to carve the time out for ourselves.  the universe won’t wait— why should we?  rey. . .  there is something i need to tell you.  something you should know.”