#meme fill

[araedi]

• ˖˙★ go on pinterest & type ' your name + core ' & post the first nine results !

Tagged by @benevolentgodloki <33

Tagging anyone who wants to have a go! 8D idk who has or hasn't had the chance yet so take this as a tag!

[psidn]

music meme

rules: when you get this, you have to put in 5 songs you actually listen to at the moment. Then tag 5-10 followers to do the same.

Tagged by @stoppit-keepout and i'm several weeks late but you know what? now you get 5 out of 69 Love Songs by The Magnetic Fields. it's the only thing i've been listening to for a week and a half. had trouble picking, order they appear on the album:

Reno Dakota RENO DAKOTA THERE'S NOT AN IOTA OF KINDNESS IN YOU......YOU KNOW YOU ENTHRALL ME AND YET YOU DON'T CALL ME IT'S MAKING ME BLUE......PANTONE TWO NINETY TWOOOOOO

The One You Really Love i just think it's neat

When My Boy Walks Down the Street grand pianos crash together when my boy walks down the street! there are whole new kinds of weather when he walks with his new beat!

I Can't Touch You Anymore so in the previously mentioned youtube recommendations i'd had in a chokehold prior to this album, i was listening to miley cyrus' cover of fifty ways to leave your lover a lot, so i like the bit in here that references the song :)

Strange Eyes i put this on my wip dune playlist. blue clocks without hands

sadly we have missed out on some of my favourite lyrics:

"Caution, caution, caution, to prevent electric shock Do not, do not, do not remove cover No user-serviceable parts inside Refer servicing to qualified Service personnel"

but i don't care as much for the rest of that song

if you see this on your dash and enjoy/enjoyed any of the songs above, consider yourself tagged. i'm going back to listening to this 3 hour long album on repeat

[daylightrays]

Send me ∞ and my muse will tell you…. Helios.

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

How do you... answer this... for a man who changes faces like a normal person changes pants? I find the Charibert face unattractive. The other two I don't see as much. Does he even use the face from the trials anymore? Do you see how difficult this question is to answer?

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

He's married like twice over. If he wanted to go out on a date, maybe he shouldn't keep settling with the people who keep throwing themselves at him. Fix your relationship with Urien or something since you're obviously not interested in me unless Urien's somehow checked out.

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

Are you really asking me this? Is this really something someone is asking me?

Let me tell you a story. In the village I grew up in, there was a shrine I would pass on the way to the clinic I went to in order to help out and practice my healing. I wasn't allowed to really go anywhere else, but I would leave early in order to spend time at the shrine before having to report to my mentor. That is how I started learning to be a kannushi. When I came here, I decided to take on learning to be a kannushi for real. I am a studying priest of the kami at a shrine that praises the sun kami and a couple of others.

Now? Now I have realized the sun is cursed and I will be quitting that after heavensturn.

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

It varies depending on what he does. This is the most honest answer I can give to such a foolish question.

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

These question, when in regards to Helios, become increasingly more hilarious and painful. I can't imagine this. I do not do this with people who are married outside of very specific and nuanced situations. I again redirect him into actually taking care to improve his relationships with his two husbands. He gave up his chance when he took husband number two. Try to be a good partner. I will even take an attempt.

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

I don't know what to tell you. I have seen many things. I have endured him doing many things I couldn't stop him from. I've barely stalled his current plot. What is my comfort supposed to be with a man that does things like this? I would imagine there is something to want and love. I can't imagine those two wanting so badly the things they want otherwise. That is just not the side of him that I've been acquainted with over these years.

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

I see him in the same way he probably sees me. I want to try to change that, but it's difficult when I think about everything that's transpired. Don't I have an obligation to the sun? I've lost so much to him and in fear of him. Yet in the end it's my fault. It's my fault it's gone.

[vivi-theakuneko]

Favorite Characters meme - Part 1

(The characters and numbers were chosen by Twitter followers)

Blank meme here (don’t click if you don’t want spoilers)

Part 1 | Part 2

[glimmerglanger]

Lost Ask - Obikin/Vaderkin

Well, anon, tumblr completely messed up that ask and ruined it! I don’t even KNOW what it did to my formatting. Luckily I still have the fic. And I agree that #22:  “Which part of me wasn’t enough” in the angst prompts is VERY VERY Obikin (or maybe Vaderkin, Anakin isn’t sure who he is, atm). 

So, as a fill, have some post-Volcano Divorce AU where Vader won.

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“Which part of me wasn’t enough?” Obi-Wan’s voice was quiet, ragged. It was the first thing he’d said in hours.

Anakin - no, that wasn’t, he wasn’t Anakin anymore, Anakin was dead - blinked over at him. Obi-Wan sat slumped against one wall of the bridge. He was staring at nothing, shoulder leaned against the wall, head at an awkward angle on his neck; his eyes just… just blank.

They’d been blank since Mustafar. Since he’d backed up the side of the hill, retreating, the way he had for the entirety of the fight, falling back, giving way. They were blank the way they’d been since they’d both felt Padmé die, alone on the ship. Blank the way he’d been since he’d wavered and just… collapsed, down into himself.

Anakin - Vader, that was his name now - blinked, slowly. It was strange, already, to hear someone speaking without first having him bark an order. None of the troopers spoke to one another anymore. There were no more conversations in the halls. No more laughter. No more anything, but marching footfalls.

Just order, order on his bridge, order from the troopers standing around him in silence.

That was what he’d wanted. Order. Security. Peace, for the galaxy. It was.

He shook the thoughts away. “What?” his voice was rough and ragged, still, from inhaling all the fumes on Mustafar. He needed to wash the ash off of his skin, but… Hadn’t, yet. He hadn’t moved off of the bridge, despite the shaking in his legs and his hands.

He needed to be there, to stare at the stars. He’d brought peace to them. He had. He had, he--

“Where did I fail?” Obi-Wan asked, and his voice hitched, terribly. “Which part of me left you down so severely, that you would--would do--all of this--would--”

Vader stiffened his shoulders, listening to Obi-Wan’s voice crack and break. There was a gibbering voice inside him, in the back of his head, asking those same questions. He’d been smothering it since Coruscant. Since the Chancellor’s rooms. He pushed that voice away.

He’d done the right thing. The necessary thing. It had been his only choice, it had. “You never cared before,” he said, his voice coming out flat, angry.

Obi-Wan wept. Vader heard it and the shattered tremble of his breath. “I loved you,” Obi-Wan said, through those tears, those false, lying tears. 

“No,” Vader said, stepping over to him, grabbing onto horror and forcing it into fury. Obi-Wan was lying to him, that was all. Obi-Wan always lied to him. Just to--to keep him pliant and foolish and weak.

He reached out with the Force, grabbing Obi-Wan and jerking him up the wall. Obi-Wan made no attempt to struggle against him, to fight the pressure around his throat. He just hung there, limbs dangling, hair lank, his eyes bloodshot and his cheeks wet. None of the troopers said a word. None of them even looked over.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said, staring at him, “I loved you, you were--”

“You always pushed me away!” Vader snapped, tightening his fingers, because he wouldn’t be lied to anymore. He wouldn’t. Obi-Wan had lied to him, just like Padmé had. Yes, they were both liars, just trying to hold him back. Claiming they cared to control him. “You were always afraid of me! You didn’t even - even want to train me!”

Red spread up Obi-Wan’s face, dark and terrible. His legs shook and still he did not fight. He did not struggle for breath. There was only resignation on his expression, and Vader should have - should have cut him down on Mustafar, should have driven his saber through Obi-Wan’s lying heart, carved him open to prove he was empty inside, only vacant space where his heart should have been and--

Vader jerked back a step, fingers spasming open, some weakness in him tearing at the inside of his chest. He gulped at the air, feeling as though he were the one suffocating. It was some trick, something Obi-Wan was doing. He’d found a way to squeeze Vader’s ribs like this, it--

Obi-Wan slid to the ground, sprawling on his side, coughing terribly and trying to sip at the air. The marks around his throat were red and purple. They looked like the marks around Padmé’s throat. They looked--

“You’re a liar,” Vader snapped, and Obi-Wan shook his head, weakly. He made no effort to rise, to push off of the floor. He only shook his head, still telling all his old lies, the kriffing bastard, still trying to twist Vader around--

“No,” Obi-Wan rasped, his voice ruined. “Not -- to you.” He tilted his head against the floor, his eyes unfocused and wet, and said, “I’m sorry, Anakin. So sorry. That I wasn’t. Enough.”

“Shut up!” Vader almost slapped his hands over his ears, restraining himself through force of will. “That’s not--don’t call me that! I’m not him.” Anakin Skywalker had been a fool. An idiot. A frightened little boy. 

A hero, a voice whispered, and he ground his teeth together.

He was none of those things, anymore.

“You are to me,” Obi-Wan said, quiet and sure and horrible, and Vader screamed, the sound torn from him, shoving Obi-Wan over onto his back, falling over him, a hand fisted in his tunics, other fist drawn back, and Obi-Wan made a little surprised, hurt sound when the first blow fell.

“Anakin,” he panted, after the second, and Vader lifted him, slammed him back to the deck, because it wasn’t true, Anakin was dead and he had brought order to the galaxy, peace, he’d done what needed done and Anakin was dead, he was. “Anakin--” Obi-Wan coughed, one hand waving up into the air, vaguely.

He’d try something, Vader knew. Something with the Force. But Vader was ready, was prepared, would overcome whatever it was, and--

And Obi-Wan curled his fingers, delicately, against the side of Vader’s cheek. Soft. Barely there. He gasped, choking on something in his throat, “Anakin, please. Look. Look at - at my feelings. Look.”

And Vader snarled. It was a trick, a trap. But he could overcome Obi-Wan’s tricks. He’d look, he’d see right through whatever lies were in his head. And then he’d rip Obi-Wan apart, for making him feel this way, for making him doubt, he’d--

He fitted his hand to the side of Obi-Wan’s face, pushing in to his thoughts, his feelings, nothing gentle about it. He tore, violent and careless, and froze, as he realized what he was tearing through.

Obi-Wan hurt. He was close to death, on the very brink of it. He’d been pushed there by Vader’s hands, and yet--

And yet there was so much in him, hope and sorrow and guilty and, yes, love. An incomprehensible amount of it, overflowing through him. Every corner of his emotions was haunted by the ghost of Anakin Skywalker, with fondness and pride and--

And Anakin jerked away, the emotions burning him on the inside, under his skin, in his head. He stumbled back, hitting the floor and pushing with his heels, needing, suddenly, to be as far away from Obi-Wan as possible. He was making a sound, a terrible sound, in the back of his throat.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan slurred, from across the bridge. He was just laying there, terribly still. “I’m sorry.”

Anakin shuddered, horror and disgust quaking through him as he stared at his hands, knowing exactly what he’d used them to do. Obi-Wan’s blood on his fingers was only one of his sins, not the least, not the least by far, but--

“Obi-Wan,” he panted, ragged, through the choking pressure in his throat, “what have I done?”

[tobaitfishwith]

Love is fueled by hatred. 🍻

[hannah-writes]

12. for the soulmate asks 😊

Alex gets told about soulmates when he’s four and a half. He notices a mark on his mother’s side and pokes it with a curious, childish finger and asks her what it is. She tells him it’s her Soul Mark. It’s the initials of the person her spirit’s intertwined with. He asks her why it doesn’t say JM. She kisses the crown of his head and tells him that not everyone gets to find theirs, and even fewer get to be together.

When Alex is six and three quarters, he wakes up to find a single symbol on the inside of his right elbow. It’s scratched and a little shaky, and it’s not a letter that he knows. He shows his mother, and her eyes widen. She pulls down Alex’s sleeve and tells him never to show anyone.

Three weeks later, the symbol shifts into an R. Three months after that, his mom packs up a bag and leaves and the symbol shifts again into an M. Alex wonders how many people he’s meant to share his soul with, but he does as his mother asks and keeps his mark hidden. His brothers don’t have one, and when Jesse finds out, he makes Alex stand in the corner for hours and sends him to bed having not eaten all day. 

He’s nine and a half when the letter changes again. This time it becomes MG.

He’s eleven and three days when he walks into a new school year and meets Michael Guerin who, on the back of his left hand has, in a handwriting Alex knows well, the letters AM.

[sandreeen]

Tagged by @vulcankirkspock​. Thanks! This has me craving for fic though haha. :P 

Slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

Tagging @pknumba1 @chinapuri @rlkkai @iseekdaylight @rikkaidaily if you guys are up for it. :)