#he deserved a beautiful life after he quit but nOooOooo-

[aaronwhorechner]

i miss jason gideon so much, man. my dude would say something, stop half way and just wander off. wouldnt say a thing about what he's doing or where he's going. the whole rest of the squad would follow him like confused little ducklings going "what is it, lassie? is timmy in the well again???"

or the gang would be talking to local police and hotch would look over and gideon's just balls to the wall running for whatever reason. just running off like an old man escaping the retirement home, buck ass naked and free

[anika-ann]

One Door Closes... (S.R.)

Type: one-shot, pretty much canon

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader     Word count: 2700

Summary: For Steve, your door is always open... or he thinks so. And even when it isn’t, it is.

In which one small Zoom mishap leads to an (un)usual ‘welcome home’.  

Warnings: brief mention of blood and violence, lightest angst, attempt at humour, crack-ish, fluff and language

A/N: For @anjali750, because this is totally her fault. Thank you for inspiring me :-* Have a little bit silly weekend reading, y’all!

“Tell me about it,” Steve encouraged you gently, soft smile playing in the corner of his mouth despite the pain it must be causing him due to his busted lip.

You couldn’t but grin at the lenient picture he made. Feeling blood rush to your cheeks at the thought of him probably calling you cute in his mind if his expression was anything to go by, you obliged, proceeding to tell him about the new project at work.

Your project. Because somehow, you finally earned your boss’ confidence and could bring the great ideas in your mind to life.

You felt so giddy just talking about it! So you started explaining, excitedly gesturing with your hands so Steve would get the right visual and you grew so enthusiastic that you almost forgot to keep an eye on him.

But you were watching him – always.

His lower lip was split, but already healing – it would have healed much faster if he stopped tugging at the healing skin whenever he talked or smiled at you from the screen. He looked a little drowsy, a shadow of a bruise forming on his cheek, but as far as you knew, those were the only injuries he had; that and many hours of sleep to catch up on.

Steve had a habit of calling you via Zoom whenever he got back to the Tower from a mission. He usually took a quick shower and was online until the last second before he had to leave for a debriefing; the only reason why he didn’t head straight to your place.

He admitted once that he loved seeing your face and talking to you even if for a moment after a mission, that it grounded him. On a very sappy and loveable moment, he even called you his sun; and the fact that after few minutes of being with you – as much as technology allowed – his face always seemed brighter, made you think that it truly was how he felt.

Even exhausted as he was now, you could tell his half-lidded eyes shined with life unlike when you started the call.

And so you kept rambling, feeling your heart bursting with love for your man and with euphoria, because goddammit, finally some recognition at work!

“Well, obviously, to reach as much general public as we can, we’re gonna launch a world-wide campaign! World-wide!” you emphasized with a blinding grin, throwing your hands wide to demonstrate.

---and your fingers caught in a cord from the laptop, pulling at it.

Steve’s benevolent face disappeared as your screen went black.

Because of course it did.

You had been talking yourself into buying a new laptop or at least having this one fixed for a few weeks now, because this was always the result whenever you accidently unplugged it. The battery was useless, ready to retire.

“Motherfu--- ugh!“

You wanted to be mad at the device – but this was totally on you.

Sighing, you hooked up the laptop again, waiting for it to wake up from a coma, shooting Steve an apologetic text in the meantime. Closing your eyes, you let your forehead lightly fall against your desk, mentally cursing yourself.

Dummy. If you only weren’t so lazy… and didn’t hate certain aspects of adulting with so much passion… you could have been talking to Steve-

Your eyes flew opened when it felt like it was quiet for too long; no reply to your text. Dread filled you and you quickly reached for your phone again, this time to dial.

You prayed you were wrong; but as the phone kept ringing with no one to answer it on the other end, you felt misery creep up you back and whimpered. Sliding your phone on the tabletop, your not-so-deft fingers stumbled over the keyboard, harshly welcoming it into the world of living by opening Zoom again to reconnect the call.

Your breath hitched in anticipation as the window opened---

An amused and yet somehow unimpressed face of Natasha Romanoff welcomed you and this time, you didn’t bother slowing down as your head hit the desk. It hurt, but that was only a presage of the real pain.

“Nooooooo,” you whined loudly, faking and not quite faking a sob, because shit.

“Oh yes,” Natasha hummed nonchalantly.

You straightened a bit in your chair, narrowing your eyes at her as you noticed the corners of her lips twitching while she pretended to be busy checking out her possibly-mission-broken nails.

“It’s not funny.”

She snorted and glanced at your no doubt desperate face.

“It really is. But also kinda sad,” the spy noted, something resembling concern flickering over her face before she scrunched her nose, irises twinkling. “And disgustingly cute. It has Rogers written all over it.”

You glared at her some more, not even bothering to roll your eyes.

“Tell that to my landlord,” you muttered under your breath, leaning your elbow on the tabletop and dropping your chin to you palm. A second later, a brilliant idea hit you and you tried to manipulate your legs from under you.

The thing was, even if you had a pretty good idea of what was coming if you didn’t stop it and knew that it would be a bitch to deal with, Natasha was right.

In a way, it was utterly cute, disarmingly charming and entirely heart-warming. Your stomach fluttered, the fabled butterflies flipping their wings, your face grew hot and your heart… well, it felt as if it was growing in size.

It was also sad, heart-breaking even; Steve, especially after a mission, was a man running on instincts. It was one of the reasons why he had developed a habit of calling you, why he wanted to hear you ramble about your either boring or exciting but always wonderfully normal day. A day which involved no shooting and no blood besides papercuts and a quarrel with your stubborn boss who shoot you glares at best.

On a mission, these carnal automatisms often meant survival. But back home, Steve didn’t want to be a sum of instincts of survival, fight and fear; he wanted to feel again. And with you, he did. He wasn’t just a Captain America, a soldier to be put on battlefield whenever the general found fit. He was a human being. A wonderful one at that, with beautiful soul.  

So yes. It was also rather upsetting.

And in a way, it was a little funny too. You knew it was totally your fault and that Steve was being kinda ridiculous, because he knew you and your inclination to wild gesticulations ending up catastrophically. On top of that, he was aware of this particular problem being almost a daily occurrence; hell, he tried to talk you into having Stark look at your laptop and failed.

And now... well. Here you were.

“You know, maybe if you get up and welcome him with door opened…” Natasha teased you with your own genius ides and you grinded your teeth, frantically trying to move your foot, which was pretty much on fire and yet dead.

“I would, but I… eh, pins and needles, was sitting on my feet,” you explained, embarrassed, testing whether your feet could carry you or not, naturally finding that without support, you’d be down before you could take as much as a step.

This time, Natasha didn’t snort in amusement.

Instead, she graced you with an outburst on honest full belly laughter, her red hair unfairly shiny for a woman who just spend week on a mission in damn Moldova and probably kicked more asses that you could imagine.

“You know what, Romanoff…” you grunted, forcing yourself to wobble towards the door. Very slowly. And cautiously. Knowing your luck, you might actually get hurt.

“I’m not even sorry,” she choked out and then continued to howl in laughter. “You so deserve each other. I finally know what the ‘idiots in love’ mean. Thanks for that!”

“You’re very welcome,” you huffed, voice dripping with irony.

Finally able to put full weight on both of your feet, you headed towards the exit – and entrance – of your apartment.

Halfway, you decided it was a lost cause. You would be willing to bet that the moment you’d touch the doorknob, you’d get hit to your face. It wasn’t worth it.

Yes, maybe if you did get hurt, it would make Steve think twice before coming all guns-and-shield blazing into your apartment; then again, it would probably cost you a broken nose.

Not to mention Steve’s tendency to get swallowed by the enormity of his guilt.

So not worth it. Best if you stayed put.

That was what you kept telling yourself when you stood there for about two minutes, in which you’d be able to open the door about forty times. Your annoyance – mostly with yourself and the cackling redhead – and the anticipation was becoming unbearable. As seconds ticked by, you were trying to convince yourself into taking the last few steps and opening the door and save yourself some trouble---

You yelped when the loud bang rattled your apartment the door sent flying of their hinges along with a spray of powered plaster despite knowing it was coming.

A glint of metal appeared next, the striking red, white and blue no longer there as it was covered in more bland colours for stealth missions.

And then a large figure cladded in blue shirt and grey jeans entered, his chest heaving, face flushed with red. Piercing blue eyes wiped of all previous traces of tiredness scanned the room, instantly falling on you as you awkwardly stood there, dumbfounded, startled and utterly speechless.

Also, much to Steve’s puzzlement, you were perfectly fine otherwise – even with both legs functioning, no remnants of pins and needles present.

Steve eased his posture instantly, eyes narrowing and then widening as he looked you up and down, lips parting in genuine surprise – and relief.

He said your name, clear and almost reverent, dropping the shield on the floor with a clang.

The ‘hi babe’ got stuck in your throat as you could see the tension leaving his shoulders, his eyes turning glassy and absent despite relief rolling off him in damn tsunami waves.

It hit you like a train – that you were delighted to see him, actually see him, even under these circumstances; and you truly didn’t want him to withdraw to some freaky brain-space after he had probably got one of the most ridiculous scares of his life due to the fact that his brain was not fully back in the normal world.

In the normal world where you abruptly disconnected a call without warning, because you talked too animatedly and not because some terrorist high on the FBI’s, CIA’s, NSA’s and SHIELD’s most wanted list found out you were Steve’s girlfriend and decided to take you out.

So to prevent another psychical horror trip of his, you went for distracting him – with a very relevant issue.

“You broke my door.”

Steve blinked, gaze refocusing on you fully, simply staring for a long moment.

“You went offline,” he objected quietly, a hint of accusation in his voice. God, you missed his voice.

“You broke my door, Steve.”

As if hearing his name was a spell, his frozen figure came to life and he took a cautious step closer, repeating his previous statement, this time with a hint of guilt.

“You went offline.”

“And you broke my door. That’s the second time this month, Steve! My landlords gonna k--- be real pissed at me,” you corrected yourself in the last second, not wanting say kill.

Steve ignored the slip and apparently got the message, his face twisting in genuine apology. “I’m sorry. I’ll fix it!”

With efficiency of a supersoldier, he spun on his heels and rushed to pick up the door as if it was lighter than a paperweight and swiftly put it in place.

Only for the door to slowly tilt his way again. He caught it with a loud curse and moved it aside, leaning it partly against the wall. The action sent more plaster down onto the floor, like the only truly white snow in New York City. Peripherally, you noticed Steve grimacing, his face an expression an epitome of yikes.

You let your eyes slipped shut, shaking your head with a sigh, but couldn’t but chuckle. When you looked at Steve again, he resembled a 240 pounds giant Labrador puppy, truly regretful, approaching you reluctantly as if he was afraid you would slap his big paws for being clumsy.

What he would deserve was for you to clip round his ear for impulsiveness, but could you blame him? God knew what he had seen in Moldova in the past week, what horrors he had lived through and what a nightmare his mind had created when you ‘went offline’.

Him barging in like this due to your own dumbassery was kinda sad; a prove of his demanding job full of terror.

It was cute and heart-warming, because he just cared for you that much.

It was a little ridiculous, because as Steve finally crossed the distance between you two, the head of your elderly neighbour peeked from behind the empty doorway, puzzled and rather concerned.

You snorted unattractively, the scene in front of you seeming epically hilarious all of sudden.

“I’m good, Mr. T!” you called over Steve’s shoulder after the poor man who gossiped like an old woman and was just as hospitable. “Just my boyfriend fussing because of a technology fail!”

A grin spread on his wrinkled face; a testimony to years of laughter and amiability. “Oh. Hi, Mr. America!”

“Afternoon, Mr. T! I am verry sorry for disturbing you.”

The older-looking man waved off Steve’s politeness.

“It’s fine. You keep taking care of your lady, Mr. America, and keep her safe!”

“Yes, sir,” Steve humoured him with a salute, earning a wink.

As your neighbour walked away with a fresh topic for his Sunday tea party, Steve turned his attention to you again, eyes searching, wide, apologetic – but also soft, taking in the view of you, revelling in it.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he whispered lowly, the lopsided smile you loved so much gracing his face, once again pulling at that damn split lip. You grimaced a bit, the sight of him almost brining tears into your eyes; the gentleness and the remnants of fight punching you straight in the gut.

His eyes fluttered close when you lifted your hand and traced the line of the bruise on his face with the lightest pressure you were capable of. This time, tears definitely prickled in your eyes, but you blinked them away, cupping Steve’s cheek and pulling him close.

“Oh come here, babe,” you breathed out, fingers carding through his hair as he leaned his head on your shoulder, lips brushing the crook of your neck, strong arms embracing around your form.

He was warm and big and held you a bit tighter than necessary and dammit, you loved your sweet of heart and occasionally dumb of ass boyfriend. Boyfriend, who was crazy in love with you. Sometimes with emphasis on the crazy.

“I missed you, sweetheart,” he muttered, nose nuzzling the sensitive skin of your neck, breathing in deeply. You pretended it didn’t do things to you as he did everything to get lost in you and leave all the bad behind. You failed.

“You’re totally paying for fixing my door.”

Well, maybe not failed entirely.

“Of course,” Steve assured you dutifully, no hint of humour in his voice.

It broke you on a completely new level; he was serious. Dammit you loved this man!

“I missed you too,” you finally admitted and this time, he did chuckle, squeezing you even tighter, hand running up and down your back. Without any warning, he tightened his grip and lifted you from the floor so you had to cling to him entirely, causing you to gasp.

You never got the chance to gather your wits and comment on that, because an annoyed voice of a certain redhead sounded from your laptop.

“…alright, you crazy kids, you had your cuddles. Now, Rogers, should I tell Fury you’re coming back for the debriefing or should we just finally change with the times and do it over Zoom?”

Clutching Steve’s waist and shoulder, face contentedly in his chest, you voted for the latter.

Steve Rogers masterlist

Lovely divider by whimsicalrogers​.

A fic from collection ‘This was supposed to be a drabble.’  Also, I couldn’t for the love of god figure out a better title.

I hope you enjoyed at least a bit :-*

Thank you for reading!

[swanqueeneverafter]

The Once & Future Queen Pt.32

Camelot. Lower Town. Past. (A man pushes a cart down the street and playfully sneaks up behind the carpet that Guinevere is beating. He pops his head over the clothesline on which the carpet is hung.) Tom: “Boo!” Guinevere: “Oh!” (Guinevere holds her hand to her chest.) Tom: “Did I surprise you?” Guinevere: “You certainly did!” Tom: “I’ve got another surprise for you, too.” (Tom hands his daughter Guinevere a small, wrapped cloth. She opens it, revealing a fancy button.) Guinevere: “It’s…lovely.” Tom: “Well, in case you ever need a spare. You know…for this…” (Tom holds up a colourful dress.) Guinevere: “It’s beautiful!” Tom: “Well, you’re a beautiful girl, Guin. You deserve beautiful things.” Guinevere: “But how? I mean…it must have been expensive.” Tom: “Oh, very. But we’re on the up now. Things are going to be different.” Guinevere: “What’s going on?” Tom: “It’ll be all right. Trust me. (Tom kisses her cheek:) I won’t be back for supper.” Tom’s Forge. Night. (Tom works at his forge when he hears a strange sound.) Tom: “Hello?” (A man appears before Tom, hooded and cloaked.) Tauren: “Is it prepared?” Tom: “Yes. Look.” (Tauren approaches the forge and pulls down his hood, looking at the melted lead.) Tauren: “Very good.” (Tauren pulls out a stone with silver filigree around it.) Tom: “What is that?” Tauren: “I’m not paying you to ask questions. The lead, please. (Tom takes the lead off the forge and pours it into a mould. Tauren holds the stone over the lead and the stone glows:) Áfæren æt gylden.” Tom: (Whispered:) “You didn’t say anything about magic! I don’t want any trouble!” Tauren: “I búgan þéos… áfæren æt gylden.” (The lead turns to gold.) Tom: “Gold?” Tauren: “Pure, priceless gold. (Tom drenches the gold and steam rises from it. Tom holds up the lump of gold:) Yours, blacksmith. If you keep your mouth shut.” (Suddenly, Arthur bursts in with the guards and Tauren runs for it.) Arthur: “Seize him!” Guard: “Yes, sir.” Arthur: “Quickly, after him!” (Tauren tosses the heated materials in the water, creating a smoke screen. he knocks over a table and drops the leather bag with the stone in it.) Guard: “Stop!” Arthur: “He must be caught!” Guard: “Stop that man!” (A pair of guards stay behind, restraining Tom. Arthur turns around and takes the gold from him.) Tom: “Sire, please…” Arthur: “You’re under arrest.”

Camelot Castle. Council Chamber. Night. (Morgana, Uther, and Arthur are gathered.) Morgana: “Treason!?” Uther: “Yes, Morgana, treason. The blacksmith was consorting with a known enemy.” Morgana: “Enemy? What enemy?” Arthur: “Tauren. The leader of a band of renegade sorcerers sworn to bring down the King.” Morgana: “And where is this Tauren now?” Arthur: “He escaped.” Morgana: “Well, then how can you be sure?” Uther: “Because Arthur saw him with his own eyes.” Morgana: “Well, even if the man is who you say he is, you can’t sentence Tom to death for just being seen with him!?” Uther: “We have reason to believe he was forging weapons for Tauren.” Morgana: “Rubbish! He would never do such a thing.” Uther: “Every man has a price.” (Arthur slides the lump of gold across the table.) Arthur: “Found this on the blacksmith.” Morgana: “So he was paid! He’s a blacksmith. He could’ve been paid for shoeing Tauren’s horse!” Uther: “In gold?” Morgana: “This is madness! You condemn a man with no proof!” Uther: “I have enough proof.” Morgana: “Arthur! Have you nothing to say?” Arthur: “My Lord, the blacksmith committed a crime, but we don’t know for certain he meant treason.” Uther: “No. You’re right. Nothing’s certain. Save one thing. The law stands or this kingdom falls.” Morgana: “But the law must give him a fair trial!” Uther: “He’ll get a fair trial, and he’ll be found guilty, because that’s what he is.” Morgana: “You execute Guin’s father, and I will never forgive you. Never.” (Morgana storms out.) The Dark Tower. Present. (Morgana and Uther’s spirit continue to glare at one another.) Uther: “All this because I condemned the serving girl’s father?” Morgana: “Guinevere was never just a serving girl.” Uther: “Oh I am aware of that. You became much too close to that girl. You allowed her to question your decisions. She made you look weak.” Morgana: “Listening to others is a sign of strength, not weakness.” Uther: “And yet Guinevere is queen and you are not. You allowed your feelings for the girl to cloud your judgement, to cost you your birthright, and for what? She chose Arthur, not you. Perhaps your anger is misplaced?” Morgana: “I have already taken my revenge on Arthur. Now it is your turn.” Uther: “Hate me if you must, Morgana. I have always done what I believed to be right.” Morgana: “And at any price.”

Camelot. Past. Dungeons. (Morgana visits Tom.) Morgana: “I bring you no relief, Tom. I’m sorry. I came only to see you were comfortable.” Tom: “How’s Guin?” Morgana: “She’s a brave girl. She wishes only to see you free.” Tom: “I know what Uther thinks about sorcery. I’m a dead man, aren’t I?” Morgana: “I cannot see the future, only the present, and one must always seize the moment. (Morgana hands him the key through the bars:) Good luck.” The Enchanted Forest. Past. (In a dungeon, Rumplestiltskin grips the cell bars.) Rumplestiltskin: (To the Evil Queen:) “I'm waiting! (She materializes outside the cell in a thick dark smoke:) What took you so long?” Evil Queen: (Turns around:) “You know what took so long.” Rumplestiltskin: “Oh, yes. The curse. You did it.” Evil Queen: “That's right. I did it. And I wanted you to know it before you, like all the other pathetic denizens of this wretched land, forgets everything.” Rumplestiltskin: “How did it feel?” Evil Queen: “Watching the curse cloud form? Felt like victory.” Rumplestiltskin: (Giggles:) “How did it feel to kill the thing you love most? Ripping the heart out of your father? How did that feel?” Evil Queen: “It was the price of the curse. How it felt doesn't matter. He would have understood. I took my life back. I had to. I won.” Rumplestiltskin: “And yet, here you are. Feeling the need to gloat. Something's missing, isn't it, dearie?” Evil Queen: “Not at all. I have everything I want. Nothing can stop me now.” Rumplestiltskin: (Giggles hysterically:) “Not quite.” Evil Queen: “What does that mean?” Rumplestiltskin: “The Savior, the child of Snow White and Prince Charming. (The Evil Queen scoffs:) She can stop you. She can break the curse.” Evil Queen: “Well, it looks like getting rid of a baby just made my to-do list.” Storybrooke. Present. Swan-Mills House. (Opening the door and walking through it with a dazed look on her face, Regina walks up the steps and into the house.) Emma: (Following, closing the door behind her:) “Ah, home sweet home. You know, you’re right. You can keep your palaces, this is the only place I wanna be.” (Regina does not respond but carries Maria into the living room. Following them, Emma watches Regina place Maria's carrier on the chair.)

Emma: "Is everything all right? You were pretty quiet on the journey home." (Regina straightens and turns towards her.) Regina: "I'm sorry, I guess I've had a lot on my mind recently." Emma: "Mm, very recently. I've noticed you gazing off into the distance, lost in thought a few times since Oaken's. What did Xena and Gabrielle say to you?" Regina: "It's nothing." Emma: "No, it's not nothing. Clearly something is bothering you and I want to know what it is." Regina: "It's silly, and I shouldn't have let it get to me." Emma: "Then tell me what it is." Regina: "Emma-" Emma: "Tell me. Please?" Regina: (Sighs:) "When Gabrielle told me about the events surrounding Hope and how Xena had tried to kill her, I asked how they could have gotten over something like that. (Shakes her head:) I guess I touched a nerve because Xena shot back with a question that's been bothering me ever since." Emma: "What question?" Regina: "She asked how we managed to get past the fact that I was coming to destroy you the night I cast the Dark Curse." Emma: (Rolls her eyes:) "That is so not the same thing." Regina: "Isn't it? Much like how Xena knew that killing Hope was the only answer, I knew you were the only one capable of breaking the curse." Enchanted Forest. Past. Nursery. Continued. Evil Queen: (To Snow White:) “Where is she?” Snow White: “She got away. You’re going to lose. I know that now. Good will always win.” Evil Queen: “We’ll see about that.” (She begins to laugh evilly. The ceiling cracks, and the air begins to darken and swirl. Soon they find themselves in the middle of a vortex of dark magic.) Camelot. Past. Main Square. (Guinevere’s wail echoes in the Square.) Guinevere: “Nooooooo…! (She runs down the steps towards her father’s body, which is being carried off on a cart by a pair of guards. Morgana watches from her window above:) No, Father!!! No, Father!!!” The Dark Tower. Present. (The spirit of Uther shakes his head.) Uther: “How much more of this am I to endure? Guinevere’s father proved his guilt by trying to escape. I was perfectly justified to order his execution.” Morgana: “His murder, you mean.” Uther: “You made your feelings on the matter quite plain at the time, must we relive it now?” Morgana: “Did you know that it was I who gave Tom the means for his escape? Or that once released from the dungeons for daring to challenge the great Uther Pendragon, I went and forged an alliance with your enemies?” (Uther glares at Morgana, who gives him a mirthless smile.)

Forest. Past. (Morgana walks along the forest path where she is set upon and surrounded by Tauren’s men.) Morgana: “I came alone, I promise you.” Tauren: “You were foolish to come here, Lady Morgana.” (He draws his sword and puts it to her stomach.) Morgana: “If you kill me, you’ll regret it.” Tauren: “Why is that?” Morgana: “Because I want Uther dead, too.” Tauren: “You? An enemy of the King? And I’m to believe that?” Morgana: “Why else would I be here?” Tauren: “I can only guess at your motives, My Lady. You could be a spy, for all I know.” Morgana: “And this… (She flips back her sleeves, revealing her sore, bruised wrists:) Uther chained his own daughter to a dungeon wall. He must be stopped. A good man died in your quest for riches, Tauren. His daughter is now an orphan.” Tauren: “I’m sorry for that. Truly. But we did not want the gold to line our pockets. The gold was but a means, a means to rid this kingdom of Uther Pendragon once and for all.” Morgana: “What are you saying?” Tauren: “Bribery is rife at Camelot. I will use the corruption at the heart of his kingdom, and such abundance of gold will buy me into the King’s chambers, even to the King himself.” Morgana: “The guards may be fools, Tauren, but the King is not.” Tauren: “Do you have a better plan?” Morgana: “To get to Uther, you need someone close to him.” Tauren: “And you know of such a person?” Morgana: “I do. Me.” The Next Morning. (While Morgana and Uther climb the hill on their walk together, we see renegades pursuing Uther as Morgana stops to catch her breath. Uther places his sword in the ground.) Uther: “Morgana, I know I’m not an easy man. My temper blinds me sometimes. There are things that I regret.” Morgana: “Guin’s father?” Uther: “Yes.” (Morgana looks at Uther, surprised.) Morgana: “Are you saying you were wrong to have Tom killed?” Uther: “Yes. (Tauren watches them from behind a tree:) I will strive to listen to you more and quarrel with you less. You’ve been a blessing to me, Morgana. Your counsel is invaluable, as is your friendship and your love. Without you, my daughter, I cannot hope to be the king this land deserves.” (Tauren sneaks up behind Uther.) Morgana: “Father!” Uther: “Please forgive me, Morgana.” (Morgana sees Tauren sneaking up behind Uther with a raised sword.) Morgana: “No! No!” (Uther blocks the blow and wrestles with Tauren. Tauren pins Uther down and draws a dagger, which Uther tries to block.) Tauren: “Die, Uther Pendragon!” (Having a change of heart, Morgana literally stabs Tauren in the back. Uther pushes him off and Morgana drops the dagger. Uther staggers to his feet and embraces his daughter.) Enchanted Forest. Past. The Dark Palace. (Regina paces up and down.) Evil Queen: “Daddy, I don't know what to do.” Henry Sr: “My dear... please... you don't have to do this.” Evil Queen: “I have to do something.” (She resumes her pacing, her father follows.) Henry Sr: “Then move past this. I know this may sound self-serving, but you don't need to enact the Curse.” Evil Queen: (Addressing him face-to-face:) “But I can't keep living like this! What Snow did to me, what she took from me... It's eating me alive, Daddy. Her very existence mocks me. She must be punished.” Henry Sr: “What... (She walks away, he follows:) If the price is a hole that will never be filled, why do it? (She stops:) Stop worrying about Snow White and start over. We can have a new life.” Evil Queen: “But what kind of life? All I've worked for, all I've built, will be gone. My power will disappear. They already think I'm nothing.” Henry Sr: “Power is seductive, but so is love, and you can have that again.” (He holds open his arms. After a moment, the Queen steps into them, and her father enfolds her in an embrace.) Evil Queen: “I just want to be happy.” Henry Sr: “You can be. Of this, I'm sure. (She sheds tears as he continues to speak:) I believe, given the chance, we can find happiness together. But the choice is yours.” Evil Queen: “I think you're right. (She steps back to look at her father:) I can be happy. (He breathes a sigh of relief:) Just not here. (Abruptly, the Queen reaches into her father's chest and removes his heart. He looks shocked, then falls to the floor:) I'm sorry.” Storybrooke. Present. Swan-Mills House. (Emma listens intently while Regina revisits the darkest time in her life. Not wanting to diminish her wife’s concerns in any way, Emma holds Regina’s hand as she continues to relive the sins of her past.)

The Dark Tower. (Uther's spirit is still coming to grips with his daughter's duplicitous nature.) Uther: "So, you plotted to kill me." Morgana: "That was merely the first time. Back then I still loved, and respected you. Then as I continued to watched you rule, I learnt that if you trust no-one, you will always live in fear. Your hatred came from fear, not strength." Uther: "How dare you!" Morgana: "And do you know the best part? Even despite your tyrannical efforts there was magic at the heart of Camelot. Right under your nose. I was born with it. Just as my sister was. You remember Morgause of course, the daughter you cast aside at the first sign of magical ability and never spoke of again? But she found me, father, and together we destroyed you. The great Uther Pendragon felled by magic after all." Uther: "Magic has twisted your mind, Morgana. Morgause and her kind have poisoned you along with my Kingdom." Morgana: "I am a High Priestess, the powers I possess are immense and grow boundlessly by the day. Not even those foretold to be my downfall can stop me now." Storybrooke. Recent Past. Graveyard. Continued. (Backing out of the vault with his hands raised, Mordred smiles unnervingly at Lily, who has her gun trained on him.) Lily: "Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your head. (Mordred simply continues to smile:) Now, scumbag!" (Chuckling, Mordred points to something behind Lily. Keeping her gun pointed at him, Lily turns and sees Morgana now standing behind her. Making a judgement call, Lily quickly aims the gun at Morgana, but the weapon is magically knocked out of her hand. Before she can reach for her backup piece, Lily is thrown backwards through the air, landing several paces from Mordred's feet. Watching as Mordred walks over to join Morgana, Lily realises she has no alternative. With her eyes aglow, Lily changes into her dragon form while her would-be assailants look on. Reering back, the dragon lets out a roar which prompts Morgana to conjure a sword into her hand. Taking this as a sign of aggression, the dragon breathes fire and Morgana holds out the sword, bathing it in the flames. Taking one hand from the blade, Morgana uses her magic to put the dragon to sleep.)

Morgana: "That's quite enough of that, thank you. (Mordred watches the dragon crash unconsciously to the ground. Presenting the sword to him:) Your blade, Mordred. (He walks forward to accept it:) Forged in a dragon’s breath, nothing can survive its touch. A weapon worthy of my proudest warrior.” (Mordred takes the blade and holds it up to inspect it.) Mordred: “Then I shall wield it in victory, and with honour. (Glances at the sleeping dragon beside them:) What about her? Shall I dispatch her for you?” Morgana: (Placing her hand on his:) “Waste not, Mordred. A simple memory spell and Storybrooke’s deputy will never know we were here.” Mordred: (Sheathes the sword:) “As you wish.” The Dark Tower. Present. Continued. (Elyan races up the stairs and into another room where Anastasia is trapped by a hovering sword that guards her.) Sir Elyan: “Worry not, My Lady, I’m here to rescue you.” (Elyan attempts to get by the sword to reach her.) Anastasia: “No, don’t. It will not let you pass. Morgana enchanted it to guard me. You can’t free me. Leave me here please.” Sir Elyan: “I cannot do that.” Anastasia: “You cannot overcome it. It will fight to the death.” (Elyan charges and begins to fight the sword. The sword blocks every parry and thrust Elyan can throw at it. Unencumbered by a master wielding it, the sword outmaneuvers Elyan and stabs him.) Anastasia: (Watching on:) “Go! Save yourself.” (Elyan continues fighting the sword and attempts to outsmart it by making it fly out of the open window. Slamming the shutters closed, Elyan leans against the window to catch his breath when the sword flies back and impales him through the shutter. Elyan collapses and Anastasia rushes over to him.) Anastasia: “I-I’m here. I’m here.” Sir Elyan: “For a moment, I didn’t think I was going to win.” (Elyan slowly dies in Anastasia’s arms.)

Enchanted Forest. Past. Dark Palace. (Snow mourns her husband while the curse cloud continues to expand above them.) Snow White: “Regina, I need you to rip out my heart. (Regina looks confused:) Charming’s right. We have been of one heart since the day he woke me from the sleeping curse. If you split my heart in half, we can both survive.” Regina: “Snow, I know your love is strong, but this isn’t like plucking a flower. How do you know it will work?” Snow White: (Desperate:) “Faith. Belief. I believe. I believe my heart is strong enough for both of us.” Regina: (Concerned:) “But, if you’re wrong, you’ll die.” Snow White: “Please. Please, Regina. Do it.” (Snow places her arms on Regina’s shoulders and Regina thrusts her hand into Snow’s chest and rips out her heart. Carefully, Regina breaks the heart in half. She places the two halves back into Snow and Charming’s bodies as they both anxiously wait for Charming's revival. After a moment, David inhales deeply. Relieved, Regina smiles.) Prince Charming: (Surprised:) “Snow? Snow, what’s happening?” Snow White: (Teary-eyed:) “You’re okay. We’re both okay.” (They kiss as Regina looks on, smiling. They look up when the Dark Curse slowly spills from the cauldron and begins to surround them. The rest of the cloud soon engulfs them.) Storybrooke. Past. Storybrooke Dock. The Boat House. (Henry still tries to awake Regina.) Henry: (Shaking Regina gently:) “Mom! Mom, please. Wake up! Mom! Mom!” Regina: “Henry.” Henry: “Mom.” (Regina stands up and hugs Henry.) Regina: (Relieved:) “Henry. Oh, Henry. (Smiles:) I will never let you go away again. I promise. I love you, Henry.” (Regina kisses Henry lightly on the forehead. The Dark Curse breaks.) Storybrooke. Swan-Mills House. Present. (Emma stops reading from the storybook and closes it, looking up at Regina.) Emma: "You know, when I travelled through time making sure this storybook appeared when people needed it the most, it never occurred to me to actually read it. (Holds it up:) But it's all here, Regina. You think that if I hadn't escaped through the wardrobe you would've destroyed me? This book tells another story." Regina: "Emma..." Emma: "The woman I met back in the Enchanted Forest loved with such passion and with every part of her soul. All you have ever wanted your entire life is to be loved and to have a family. Through loneliness and heartbreak, you became the Evil Queen but you still searched for that love and acceptance. That's why I know you wouldn't have let any harm come to me." Regina: "But how can you know?" Emma: (Walks forward and takes Regina's hand:) "Because of this. (Places their hands over Regina's heart:) This is why you were never able to kill Snow White. The love in your heart wouldn't allow it, no matter how poisoned by hatred and darkness it became. This is why you and I are always able to save the day, and it's the reason I am so ridiculously in love with you." Regina: (Tears in her eyes:) "I don't deserve you." Emma: (Gives a teary smile:) "Just looking at you makes me happy. So if you need reminding just how much you deserve everything you have in your life... and more... I'll be right here to let you know, for the rest of our lives." (They stand looking at each other, their eyes silently promising to love each other always, before they lean in for a soft, tender kiss.) Storybrooke. The Vault. Recent Past. (Waking up on the cold hard floor, Lily looks around and notices that she's back inside the vault. Getting to her feet, she heads for the exit when her path is blocked by a stern looking Zelena.) Zelena: "What the hell are you doing down here?" Lily: "I...er..." Zelena: "This is private property you know. Not some safe house for wayward deputies." Lily: "Hey, I was called out here on an anonymous tip that-" Zelena: "I don't care why you're here, only that you're leaving. Now!" Lily: "What is your problem?" Zelena: "My problem? You're the one trespassing in my sister's vault that was supposedly sealed by blood magic." Lily: "It was open when I got here." Zelena: "Exactly my point, if someone's been down here, I have to check what's missing. Now if you'll excuse me?" (Zelena motions for Lily to leave.) Lily: "Fine, I'm late for dinner anyway." Zelena: (Lily walks past her:) "Well make sure Mummy Elsa tucks you in and reads you a story while you're at it. Oh, and if I find anything missing, I'll be filing a report!"

[razberryyum]

A Gintama chapter a day keeps the ending away...Lesson 438

I believe Sorachi-sama IS beautiful and can make manga, wonderful manga.

MY 20 FAVORITE MOMENTS IN LESSON 438:

Omggggg I love this arc sooooo much!!! It was so damn hard deciding on my favorite moments cuz there were so many. I’m proud that I was even able to limit it to only 20. As soon as the Mansengumi appeared, I was dedd. 

Honorary Mention: not quite a moment but I just loved the summary of last chapter. As far as I’m concerned, Sorachi-sama DID win Miss Universe and he IS the most beautiful mangaka in Japan.

Moment 1: this squad.

Moment 2: he’s weird enough to me, no matter what color his glasses (grip) turn.

Moment 3: I liked Dekobokko lots until I realized how narrow-minded he/she is in regards to gender roles. Still, I think him/her for his/her holy hammer of sex change.

Moment 4: Ginko was so crazy adorable! I loved how easily she slipped into her new role. 

Moment 5: The God Dekobokko being a smart opportunist.

Moment 6: As usual, Jyuubei to the rescue. Luckily for him, Tae-chan was still Tae-chan.

Moment 7: I remember being both happy that Tae-chan was attracted to Jyuu-chan, and then sad because eventually he would have to return to being Kyuu-chan.

Moment 8: Ginko deserved that fork in the head.

Moment 9: I was on Jyuubei’s side: if he didn’t take advantage of the situation, when the hell would he EVER have a serious chance with Otae? 

Moment 10: A very valid concern...although I do admit I was a bit mystified that she didn’t figure it out yet. And then it struck me, oh my gods, has Gintoki NEVER seen a manko? That thought kinda blew my mind for a bit.

Moment 11: Lame four eyes is also her brother so definitely a no, but I did love the group date vibes.

Moment 12: It did not escape my notice that Pachie immediately imagined Ginko together with his sister and I did wonder if that got him excited since it was a two hot girls scenario (even if one was his sister, but then he does have a siscon so I doubt that would stop him much).

Moment 13: I seriously thought that was Madao at first and I couldn’t stop laughing that he turned into a totally hot woman.

Moment 14: And of course here is when I immediately realized that no, it’s not Madao, it’s a gorilla.

Moment 15: Ngl, I thought she was prettier than Otae.

Moment 16: YEOUCH. I TOTALLY felt Goriko’s pain. 

Moment 17: NON. STOP. SCREAMING. You don’t understand, I TOTALLY did not expect this kind of epicness. Kondou has often popped up in arcs without the rest of the Shinsengumi boys, so I thought he was all we would get of them. This...this was like a gift from the gods and I just about died of happiness. Look at how fucking uber adorable Okita is!!! I will never stop loving this arc!

Moment 18: Tae-chan’s breast envy is dangerous for all the ladies’ physical health.

Moment 19: NON. STOP. SCREAMING. Except this time, it was a little bit in distress because whyyyyyy???? I wanted a totally cute Tenko to match with the totally cute Ginko. Yes, I’m being completely superficial and I am ashamed of myself for being that way, but still, nooooooo my poor cute Hijikata. He would’ve made such a pretty girl! I also briefly wished he had stayed a man and then fell head over heels for Ginko-chan cuz that would’ve been sweet and hilarious (and then those feelings could have remained even after Gin-chan returned to being a man and that’s how they end up together...the fanfic/doujinshi just writes itself).

Moment 20: That made me only feel worse for being so superficial about Tenko. Poor Tenko.

SHIPS TALLY:

Jyuubei x Otae: finally, sparks were flying, BOTH ways. I felt so happy for Kyuubei Jyuubei. For his sake, I wanted this ��dream” to last forever.

Kondou x Otae: nice to know his love for Tae-chan remained even though he was a woman now. I’m glad Dekobokko-sama wasn’t anti-lesbian.

Otae x Gintoki, Okita x Gintoki: even though she was really rough, she did feel BOTH of them up so I’m just gonna count them. Boob groppage counts for valid base movement.

Disclaimer: Gintama is not only about shipping. Gintama is hilarious, clever, exciting, poignant, heart-breaking, loving, brilliant, and just so freaking amazing.  It is only due to Sorachi-sama’s generosity that I can enjoy Gintama on yet another level, the shippy level, and I am forever grateful for that. GINTAMA IS LIFE AND LOVE.

3/16/2018

[todokori-kun]

Well, at least it hasn’t been confirmed yet, only heavily implied (honestly Mutsurie has been implied since the Auction arc)…sad thing is that back when Mutsuki was likable I used to kind of ship it. But now…

Ishida, bring Saiko back.

Urie deserves to love someone who truly cares for him and could actually give him a happy, stable life/relationship (because Saiko is totally filling the ‘Sasaki’ role for the Q squad now that Ken’s gone).

Not this murderous angsty yandere who’s very much obsessed with somebody else.

Also, I’m getting a bit tired of Kaneki making everybody’s relationships difficult. First it was Kanae loves Tsukiyama but Tsukiyama loves Kaneki but Kaneki loves Touka, and then Kanae DIED, and now Ishida’s going to replace that with Urie loves Mutsuki but Mutsuki loves Kaneki but Kaneki loves Touka? No.

The only thing worse than that would be Saiko loves Urie but Urie loves Mutsuki but Mutsuki loves Kaneki and so on and so forth… I seriously hope Ishida won’t do that. Not only would it be terrible for my feels, it would also be kind of ridiculous.

Though that freaking centipede was hands down the worst part of this chapter tbh

I’m really, really happy Yoriko’s alive, but this isn’t 100% fluff either because there are three questions I have now:

Since Yoriko appears to have both of her hands, whose hand did Mutsuki show Touka? (I just remembered that Torso cut off Mutsuki’s hands and put a wedding/engagement ring on one of them…ew. This is getting creepy)

Who was it that called Yoriko while she was out shopping?

Do the other two questions have anything to do with how somber Yoriko looks at the wedding, or is that just because of nerves (she does smile later on when throwing her bouquet, but…)?

(And yeah, Urie has known Mutsuki is biologically female since the auction arc: I got confused about this too because of weird translations, but apparently he smelled their blood and realized it was from menstruation and not an injury. For them, Mutuski being AFAB is an ‘I know you know I know’ kind of situation)

(Aww that’s so sweet! Tysm <3 Wish I had a Shuu irl…I got diagnosed with SA earlier this week so things are difficult over here ;-;

Once we got close, though, Shuu’s dramatic behavior might start to trigger my sarcastic/teasing side…like,

“Ah, so you’re using watercolors? How lovely! What are you painting? Is it me? Well, of course it’s me, your one true-”

“Actually, it’s Yomo. I’m kinda into the strong, silent types.”

“…What are you implying, love…?”)

Luna/Urie (Lurie? Uruna?) HCs:

-Urie’s attitude around you is a bit like this:

Urie around other people: (Total scum. I can feel myself getting stupider whenever I talk to you) Of course, sir. You are truly setting a great example.

Urie around you: (I was going to work more but then I remembered I haven’t spent much time with you this week…ugh, this is like those cheesy games Yonebayashi likes to play) Be quiet, I’m trying to exercise. I suggest you do the same (oh ***** wrong answer)- just to clarify, it’s not because of your looks, it’s because you have to get stronger.

-He’s super organized and has a great memory so you can just text him when you’ve lost/can’t remember something (‘Urie, where’s my notebook?’ 'second drawer in ur desk’).

-Though he’s more comfortable with texting, he occasionally leaves short sticky notes for you when he’s busy. Usually it’s serious but maybe not quite flattering stuff like 'there are bags under your eyes. The average human of your age requires at least 7.5 hours of sleep per night' but there’s also the rare, awkwardly sweet note- 'I’ll try to be back soon’,'stay safe’,'Your hair looks nice’ (when you cut it when he was at work and he came home when you were already asleep)

-Cookie’s actually nervous about making this relationship work and the sticky notes were inspired by advice from the internet.

-when it comes to school and studying, he’s extremely impressed with how many things you’re managing to do at once.Though he usually doesn’t express this openly he definitely lets you know when he’s proud of you.

-He helps you with Japanese when you need it.

-in social situations like parties, you usually stick together and don’t talk much to anybody else unless you’re with the other Q squad members (I think I remember you mentioning you’re an introvert?). Though it might not look like it, there’s a lot of banter in these situations and you almost always have fun together.

-Urie secretly likes your 'weird, slightly pervy’ jokes

-He probably has a secret sketchbook with dozens of pictures of you in it. His face when you somehow find it is priceless.

-At some point you turn him into Hamiltrash. When you try to tease him by asking him to rap Guns and Ships, he disappoints you by rapping the whole song perfectly. He also relates to 'The Room Where it Happens’ on a personal level.

-He doesn’t understand your manga/anime obsession. Especially when it comes to Love Live- one day you get him to watch the anime with you and he remains poker-faced the whole time (honestly he looks more interested in playing with your hair than watching the show). In the end, you agree to disagree.

Until a week later, when you discover Urie’s been secretly listening to 'Storm in Lover’.

(I’ll stop rambling now…I admit that a lot of these were slightly crack-y, though I did try my best to throw in some fluff and serious HCs as well ^^;; I hope you like it! :D)

Again, thank you so much for being so nice and supportive <333 (I say that a lot, don’t I XD) I actually tried out the watercolors yesterday, and though I messed up my picture by adding too much water (I’ve never actually learned to use watercolors and I started painting with them this month), the paper is actually pretty good! I was right when I guessed it wasn’t really watercolor paper, but it wrinkles much less than my other sketchbooks :D

but wait, 'Huge airhead with the memory of a goldfish’? Are you sure you aren’t talking about me? I don’t really have a bad memory, but I only seem to remember the things I WANT to remember LOL for example, I remember almost everything about my various fandoms, but sometimes I find that I have no idea where I put my glasses when I took them off barely a minute ago (plot twist: they were on the shelf in front of me the whole time and I couldn’t see them because of my terrible eyesight. Yes, this has happened before. Several times, in fact).

Burr would later be unable to look Lee in the eye lol. Seriously though, I ship this a lot. Burr is way too shippable ;-; Remember when I said I ship him with Eliza? The fic 'True and Earnest’ on ao3 is what really made me ship them but still (I totally recommend that fic you get the chance to read it because it’s just perfect. So sweet and beautiful <3 plus, there’s some implied Angelica/Alex at the end so everybody gets to be happy! :D)

btw, just found some fanart of Burr titled 'Aaron Burr has strong opinions’

Burr in the picture: 'Personally, I love things…

…AND stuff.’

And they call Jefferson a francophile. At least we know he knows where France is.

Last note of this ridiculously disorganized message:

I just wanted to ask, are you into the MCU fandom? Because I’m very deep into it…I haven’t watched the Iron Man trilogy or the Guardians of the Galaxy movies yet (though I have the latter on my computer and am planning to watch it soon) but I’ve watched almost all of the Captain America movies and all of the Thor and Avengers movies.

Honestly I have 0 problems shipping Cookie with anyone as long as they’re mentally stable. Hell, I’ll even ship him with Shuu as long as it means Urie would be happy. The amount of suffering in TG is starting to be too much. There is a fine line between ‘a little angst to keep the plot moving’ and ‘bucketful of angst because everyone shall suffer for no particular reason’. 

I read the new chapter myself (I always seem to do after you update me on the happenings hahah) and I am screaming. It’s like Ishida put a huge ‘No happiness allowed’ sign on his desk and looks at it every time he’s thinking of how to advance the plot. Sigh.

Honestly, it’s so heavily implied, I consider it canon. ‘I wasn’t going to come, but then I heard you’d be here’? Come on, Urie would never say that unless he really liked someone. 

Oh, what if Sasaki/Kaneki is Urie’s true love! I mean Saiko=Sasaki and he wanted to see Mutsuki since they might know about Kaneki’s whereabouts… Don’t mind me, I’m just trying to think of something, anything that doesn’t involve Mutsuki/Urie because that has become my ultimate NOTP.  But Saiko/Urie is very attractive…

Everyone loves Kaneki. Ishida lied to us, this is actually some sort of twisted harem/reverse harem manga that’s only full of suffering for the lols. When the end of the manga comes, it’ll turn out this is a stage play/movie/dream and that everyone is Kaneki’s classmates who have a crush on him, but he loves Touka, whilst she doesn’t give two shits about him. Yeah, that’d be a nice end.  Waaait a minute. That implies Urie will die ;-; Nooooooo, come one, the cookie deserves happiness, his life is a big enough shitstain already. 

The love relationships form a centipede. It’s like this a→b→c→d→e→f→g→h→i→j→k→l→m→n→o→Kaneki. 

I was studying biology this morning, and passed the Chilopoda unit. GUESS WHICH BUG WAS THERE. I WAS THIS CLOSE TO SCREAMING OUT LOUD BECAUSE FUCK CENTIPEDES.

Oh, those are good questions! Here are my thoughts:

a) Maybe it was Mutsuki’s hand? But the hand looked…. fresh, in lack of better expression. Who knows, maybe Mutsuki just chopped off a random person’s hand to use as bait. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me. 

b) I checked the panel, and Yoriko didn’t look alarmed or confused when she turned around, so maybe it was a random person she knew? Or someone from the CCG she met before? (what would they be doing in a wedding dress  shop, tho?)

c) I’ll choose to believe it was simply wedding nerves, because if it wasn’t the nervous, it was something else more sinister and there’s already enough suffering.

Oh, right! Now that you mention it, I remember! Thanks for reminding me ^^

That can’t be easy for you… If you ever want to talk, I’m here ^^ And I’m very sure Shuu would be persistent in getting to know you, yet he’d be careful not to trigger anything. Once he’d realise you have that teasing side, I’m sure he’d be a lot happier, because ‘HOLY SHIT EVANS OPENED UP TO ME HELL YEAAAAAAAAAAH’. He’d get a bit pouty if you’d tease him, tho. Of course, that’d make it even funnier. 

MY HEART! A critical hit. You really know how to pull those off.

Here’s an accurate representation of me while reading them:

Urie perfectly rapping Guns and Ships is now my favourite thing, especially considering he’d do it with a perfectly straight face. Like ‘oh this? this is nothing’ while everyone stares at him like -_-

I’m pretty sure that Storm in Lover came from my ‘the names can be weird af’, but you chose the one which is sung by the girl that I’m sure would be his absolute favourite.  whoops, my idol trash side is showing again.

Thank you so much for this ;-; It’ll serve as motivation for me to survive next week which is the last one this school year with exams (and they’re the hardest ones, whooo). THEN I’M DONE AND CAN WATCH TONS OF ANIME AND REDA MANGA AND WRITE AND SLEEP AND RELAX IN GENERAL BECAUSE NO MORE SCHOOL FUCKING FINALLY.

We all make mistakes when trying something for the first time, so it’s completely normal that you added too much water ^^ Now you know how much you should(n’t) add the next time you draw :p  Ah, that’s great to hear! Now you have somewhere to draw where it won’t be as bad as if you painted on normal paper.

We used to paint a lot with watercolours and temperas in elementary school, and my drawing always ended up being disfigured blobs of colour. So I’m sure yours are perfect ^^

The useless things I usually end up remembering are usually animal facts (and, for some ??? reason, heights and blood types of characters. don’t question it). Here are my proudest goldfish moments: Search for glasses for 15-20 minutes only to realise they were on top of my head all the time. Thinking I lost my ID only for it to be buried deep inside my bad. Finding a fork in my bed (I’m not joking, I somehow managed to leave a fork there for some twisted reason). And my favourite: Being late and looking for my shoe for around 5 mins to realise I already put it on. Yeah, I’m not very smart. 

Yes, Burr is very shippable. Musical Burr, at least. I ship him with Angelica, Eliza, Ham (to some degree) and Lee. Man, that’s a lot of Burr ships. 

Ask him a question: it glances off, he obfuscates, he dances

Honestly, no so much ^^;; I mean, I’ve watched the Iron Man (and went through the obligatory Robert Downey Jr. fangirl phase, Avengers: Age of Ultron, Guardians of the Galaxy, Captain America (1st part) and Ant Man, but that’s it ^^;; However, I was planning on having a marathon during the summer, because I like superhero movies (that probably explains my obsession with BnHA which is a superhero manga.)