#beacon finn

[cassnottiel]

Im getting too emotional over a star wars fanfiction I'm writing

#wookiepedia says finn snuck comic books into the firsr order to read so i am running with this oh man #so now he knows everything about starlight beacon #and has an emotional attachment to a ship that hasnt existed since over 200 years before he was born

[talesofliia]

"Will's love towards Mike is a really beautiful thing." – Finn Wolfhard

And he is absolutely right. Throughout the whole series, the "Stranger Things" creators have made it clear to the audience how special Will and Mike's bond is and how much Mike truly means to Will. They have consistently highlighted the depth of Will's feelings towards Mike, and his love has saved the day quite a few times already. ❤️

Will's love for Mike is sincere, pure, quiet and completely unconditional. It's a love unspoken, yet expressed a million times through his actions. Will couldn't keep the truth from Mike in S1, even though it was just a small detail related to D&D. Despite being possessed, Will drew strength from Mike's presence and care, as if Mike was his beacon of light in the darkness. Mike's heartfelt monologue to Will about how asking him to be his friend was "the best thing he's ever done" reached Will's soul thanks to the love he felt, and that helped them all to stop the Mind Flayer in S2. In that same season, Mike was the one who Will was able to recognize after his possession because of how strong his feelings for the boy were.

We also saw the tender and emotional moments between Will and Mike in S3 and S4. Will's heartbreaking confession of "not going to fall in love" when he was (probably) already aware of his romantic feelings for his childhood best friend hits even harder when you think about it. Despite the times Mike unintentionally hurt Will, Will's love for him has remained too strong for him to simply forget and move on. There is just no way Will could ever get that boy out of his heart.

Because that's the thing – Mike is his heart, and Will hinted at it himself (albeit in a veiled form). Will's unconditional love for Mike is what led this sweet, sensitive and traumatized kid to set aside his own desires and pain just to ensure the happiness of the boy he loves. Even if Mike's happiness lies with his girlfriend (who also happens to be Will's new sister). Even if it means Mike is happy without him. But Will has long accepted this because he's inherently selfless and caring. He prioritizes the happiness of his loved ones over his own.

Will promised Mike he'd never be replaced and stayed fiercely loyal, as we saw in that unforgettable "Not possible" moment in S3 and later on in the show. Will was always there for Mike in S4 when he needed support and encouragement. He tried his best to patch things up between Mike and El, thinking it was what Mike wanted. Will even pushed Mike to open up to El, reminding him of his irreplaceable role in the party. Through it all, Will did everything he could to lift Mike's spirits, making sure he felt needed, valued and loved (even if it was indirectly through others).

And to prove, once again, how beautiful Will's love towards Mike is, I want to remind you of his monologue in the van scene where he was expressing his feelings for Mike by disguising them as Eleven's (slightly adapted to fit the purpose):

“Anyway, my point is, see how you're leading us here? You're guiding the whole party, inspiring us. That… That's what you do. And see your coat of arms here? It's a heart. And I know it's sort of on the nose, but that's what holds this party together. Heart. Because, I mean, without heart, we'd all fall apart. Even [me]. Especially [me]. These past few months, [I've] been so lost without you. It's just, [I'm] so different from other people, and… when you're… when you're different, sometimes… you feel like a mistake. But you make [me] feel like [I'm] not a mistake at all. Like [I'm] better for being different. And that gives [me] the courage to fight on. If [I] was mean to you or [I] seemed like [I] was pushing you away, it's because [I'm] scared of losing you, like you're scared of losing [El]. And if [I] was going to lose you, I… I think [I'd] rather just get it over with quick. Like ripping off a Band-Aid. So, yeah, [I] need you, Mike. And [I] always will.”

If Will's love for Mike isn't beautiful, then I don't know what is. Because "Stranger Things" shows us the true power of love and how it can change the world for the better. I find it truly inspiring. ❤️‍🩹

#byler #byler tumblr #byler nation #will byers x mike wheeler #will x mike #will and mike #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things

[zablife]

You're No Good For Me

Tommy Shelby x OC Satine

Summary: When Tommy comes into possession of a new club, the Shelbys want to know more about the beautiful and seductive performer working there. What happens when Tommy confronts her about her hidden past?

Author’s Note: Requested by @goodnightkatherine who wanted to see Tommy with a jazz singer men are obsessed with.

Warnings: language, mention of drinking, violence, possessiveness, hints of dark!Tommy, PTSD, mention of a weapon

“Bloody hell, the tits on her! Didn’t I tell ya?” Arthur asked, a wicked smirk curling around the edges of his whisky glass. His eyes never left the stage where a voluptuous ginger haired beauty leaned over the crowd. As her gloved hand seductively slid along the curve of her hip, a slight shudder ran through Arthur. He shifted in his chair, adjusting his trousers just as her ruby lips parted once more and she purred the last line of a lovesick ballad into a golden microphone.

“They’ve got a little perch for her up in the rafters and she swings on it like a bird. Last night she even did an act with red silks where she tied herself-“ Finn started, excitedly.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Arthur cut him off. “Shouldn’t he be working the door?” he rolled his eyes toward the table, irritation visible in his clenched fist.

Tommy leaned back in his chair, studying the effect she had on his brothers and every other man in the club. “Go on, Finn,” he ordered with a jerk of his chin.

As the number came to an end, he placed his cigarette between his lips and clapped stiffly, the deafening noise drowning out the huff of a laugh that escaped before an honest assessment. “So this is why you want to stay in London, eh?”

“S right,” Arthur affirmed eagerly as he poured another round. “You need someone to keep an eye here.”

“On the club, Arthur,” Tommy reminded his brother with a sharp note of warning.

“And she’s part of it, ain’t she?” Arthur grumbled.

Tommy shook his head warily, “Remember what dad used to say, brother. Fast women…”

“And slow horses…”, Arthur interjected with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I know, I know, Tom!”

Tommy held Arthur’s gaze for a moment as he finished bitterly, “Will ruin your life.” He stamped out his cigarette in the ashtray, glancing back toward the empty stage. “I’ve things to do first, then I’ll give you my answer,” he replied, abruptly ending their conversation.

“Go on then. Don’t let me keep ya,” Arthur bellowed with a sweep of his arm. Allowing the king to exit in grand fashion, he remained at the table unwilling to allow his baby brother to spoil his evening or his plans for the future.

———————————-

The passageways beneath the stage were dark and winding, causing Tommy’s chest to constrict unnaturally. It didn’t bother him when there was chatter from the girls, but now it had become eerily silent save for the rush of blood through his ears. Tommy made haste to the dressing rooms, forcing his boots to thud upon the concrete floor a bit harder than necessary.

Soon he came upon the room he sought, breathing a sigh of relief at the glow of pale orange light seeping from beneath the door like an outstretched hand saving him from the smothering darkness. Like a beacon it called to him and he pushed the flimsy panel open without knocking, any pretense of formality forgotten. 

“I need to speak with you,” he informed the woman sat at the vanity. The redhead looked up with a look of bored detachment, powdering her nose as she raised her eyes to meet his in the mirror.

“Can I help you?” she asked with a foreign lilt he immediately recognized as French.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” he asked incredulously.

“Are you an admirer?” she asked with a sly smile. Tommy cocked an eyebrow at her, but she only giggled in return. “I have many of those.”

“No, love, I’m not here to throw roses at your feet,” he confirmed. 

“That’s a pity. I like roses,” she pouted. 

“So I’ve heard from your previous employer, but there’s going to be a new arrangement. You see, as of last week, I own this club,” Tommy informed her as he clasped his hands behind his back.

She turned slowly to face him, head tilted to catch a glimpse of his shadowed face beneath his cap. “Are you here to fuck me?” she offered breathlessly.

Tommy shook his head. “No, nothing like that," he assured her, removing his cap slowly and placing it on a nearby chair.

“Then this job will be easier than I expected,” she purred, standing to her full height. She was easily a foot taller than Tommy and she carried it with a casual elegance.

“What’s your name?” he asked, fishing his cigarette case from his pocket and turning it over in his palm.

“Satine,” she replied without hesitation, a smirk playing on her lips mischievously.

Tommy laughed mirthlessly, the sharp note of annoyance clear as he rolled his eyes. He took a moment to light his cigarette, the flame of his lighter flashing in her cat like eyes. “Your real name,” he pressed in a low, dangerous voice, taking a step closer to where she now stood.

In such close proximity she was able to scan the details of his face, pale skin still youthfully freckled but the sunken cheeks and dark circles beneath his eyes bore the passage of time. She looked away before he could glimpse the recognition hidden in her gaze, but she’d already lingered a moment too long.

Tommy seized on it immediately. “You think I don’t know you behind a few rhinestones and hair lacquer,” he taunted, exhaling a large plume of smoke toward her. Leaning in to capture her face in the palm of his callused hand he hissed, “Say your fucking name.”

She tried not to recoil, but the tight lipped smile that tugged at her mouth gave away her discomfort. “Why do you need this?” she asked, jerking her chin away in defiance. 

“Cos I want you to admit what you are...what you did,” Tommy spat, hand flying to her delicate neck as he forced her against the opposite wall. 

Red nails clawing against his wrist, Satine shook her head. “I-I did nothing…” she sputtered.

“Yeah, you did nothing," Tommy nodded in agreement as he emphasized the last word. "Left me for dead," he seethed, tightening his hold until she was left gasping for air before him.

Her eyes welled with tears as they had that final night spent together, tucked away in her tiny flat making promises of a life together after the war. Back then he didn’t care that she fucked Barney first, knowing he would be her last. She’d promised him she’d be his forever. She said, "I'll wait through any storm to be by your side."

It was that thought alone that drove him to dig after the tunnel collapse, clawing his way from the depths of the blackened earth to seek her embrace. There was nothing but emptiness waiting in her flat, however, the neighbor apologizing with sorrowful eyes when forced to recount the man come to collect her. For the better part of a year, he chased a ghost before returning home to Birmingham alone.

As the memories washed over him in quick succession, Tommy allowed the rage to consume him. He watched her head loll and her eyes roll back in the moment before losing consciousness. A low whimper from her pulled him out of himself, the intoxicating sound of her causing his hands to shake uncontrollably. With that, he released his grasp and backed away to the center of the room as nausea gripped him.

Satine fell forward clutching her chest, a coughing fit descending upon her as she struggled for breath. “T-tommy,” her desperate voice called out. The sound echoed around him like the beating of the shovels inside his skull and he turned away clutching his head. 

“You’re no good for me,” he reminded himself as he screwed his eyes shut. But I want you still, his tortured mind replied, fingers fumbling beneath his jacket for the cold comfort of his revolver...a decision to be made.

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#Tommy Shelby fanfic #Tommy Shelby imagine #Tommy Shelby x OC #Tommy Shelby

[charlieconwayy]

Top 50 OTPs of All Time ☆ #47. Finn Hudson & Rachel Berry

“You’re like a beacon of light guiding me through the darkness. You’re like this big gold star and for some bizarre reason, you chose to let me love you. And I feel like if I can just convince you to let me keep doing that, I’m gonna be okay. Everything is gonna be okay.”

#gleeedit #fincheledit #userkate #useradie #forbescaroline #finn x rachel #glee #* #50otps #rooted for them their entire tenure on the show #s2 and 4 finchel are my faves #but as u can tell by that horrid s4 gif coloring s4 is a nightmare #i normally pick these quotes based on if they remind me of my person but “break a leg” “i love you” is the most iconic glee moment #for a reason #lea's face afterward was just so genuine it's my favorite part of that scene #otp: you're kinda my moose #melissa u inspired me to get off up my ass and work

[south-of-heaven]

Could you write a fic with any male wrestler of your choice x daughter reader? Possibly if he gets hurt in the ring so she runs out to try and help him?

Opportunist || Edge x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You run out to save your dad from the Judgement Day's brutal assault.

The air crackles with tension as the Judgment Day faction launches a ruthless attack on your father, Edge. Panic surges through you as you watch the chaos unfold from backstage. Without a second thought, you sprint out, driven by an instinctive need to protect your dad.

The sounds of the ongoing brawl intensify as you reach the entrance ramp. The ring is a chaotic battlefield, and your heart pounds in your chest. You spot your father, locked in a fierce struggle with Finn and Damian. Determination eclipses your fear as you charge forward, eyes fixed on the scene unfolding in the ring.

In the midst of the chaos, your presence doesn't go unnoticed. Edge, caught in the struggle, glimpses you rushing towards the ring. His eyes widen for a moment, a mix of concern and surprise crossing his face. The realization that you've rushed into the danger zone to save him adds a layer of urgency to the situation.

You slide into the ring, adrenaline pumping through your veins. The Judgment Day members hesitate, momentarily thrown off guard by your unexpected arrival. Your focus remains solely on your father, who, in the midst of the skirmish, manages to lock eyes with you.

"Get out of here, Y/N!" he shouts, his voice a mix of concern and command.

But you refuse to back down. Channeling the intensity that runs in your blood, you charge at the assailants, throwing punches and kicks with a determination that surprises even you. The odds may be against you, but the love for your father fuels your resilience.

Edge, despite the ongoing struggle, can't help but feel a surge of pride. He watches as you fearlessly stand by his side, a beacon of hope in the chaotic storm. The momentum shifts, the unexpected arrival of the boss's daughter injecting an unpredictable element into the confrontation.

The chaotic brawl continues, but your presence tips the scales. The Judgment Day members, now facing unexpected resistance, begin to retreat. The ring, once a battleground, starts to clear, the attackers withdrawing in the face of unexpected defiance.

Edge, battered and bruised, meets you in the center of the ring. His expression softens as he embraces you, a mix of relief and gratitude evident in his eyes. The tumultuous encounter may have subsided, but the unspoken bond between father and daughter has never been stronger.

As you stand together in the ring, the echoes of the thwarted attack resonate. Edge gazes at you with pride, realizing that his daughter's courage and determination are forces to be reckoned with. In the face of adversity, you've proven that the spirit of the Ultimate Opportunist runs strong in the family.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #edge x reader #edge wwe #adam copeland x reader #edge x daughter!reader

[ave09]

together

poe dameron x reader

note: headcannon that poe’s middle name is cosmo, and i will now be using that as his personal cutesie nickname-

han solo was dead.

and you had never felt more lost.

you knew him-you knew him very well.

he was practically your father. 

he had been around since you’d been just a child, and you had accompanied him on many endeavors across the galaxy. you’d listened to his rants about his smuggling years, about his meeting of leia and luke, about leia in general.

you’d heard it all.

you weren’t with him when he died. 

you didn’t even know until chewbacca returned with only rey and finn. no sign of the old man. 

you didn’t cry for him. not yet at least. all you felt was… numb. a pain that rotted your core—something that felt as though it would never go away.

you’d been there for leia. for she was really who mattered. her brother was missing—her husband murdered—her son turned to a monster—

you knew she was hurting… but was anyone going to acknowledge your hurt?

poe dameron certainly did. 

a few days after it happened, he went searching for you. and yet there was no sign of you.

he’d gone to rey. 

“hey, have you seen her anywhere?” he had asked. she shook her head, “no.”

he’d gone to finn.

“hey buddy-have you seen her? i’ve been looking everywhere.” finn had frowned, “sorry-no.”

finally, he went to leia.

poe didn’t even have to ask.

“check the falcon. she’s always there.”

and so he did. 

walking up the ramp, he felt an eerie sense of… something wash over him. he couldn’t exactly figure it out. 

he could hear han’s laughter as he walked up that ramp, the countless times he’d seen you two walk down it, chucking about something one had said. 

you were so close to han, he knew that. 

why hadn’t he noticed before? 

as he entered the falcon, he heard a faint sound—as though someone was crying.

he walked along the corridor until he reached the cockpit, and that’s where he found you-

curled up in the captain’s seat, head resting on your knees as your shoulder’s heaved with soft sobs. 

it hurt him to see you like this.

you who were always filled with joy, constantly making jokes—seeing you broken just felt so very wrong. 

cautiously, he took a few steps forward, gently

placing a hand upon your shoulder. you flinched, lifting your head, locking bloodshot eyes with his, “for kriff’s sake-“ you murmured, standing up a bit too quickly, “you scared me-“

“sorry,” he slowly removed his hand as he watched you wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. you always refused to let anyone see any sort of emotion, and he hated it.

he hated it because he did the exact same thing. 

you sniffled, “what’re you doing here?” 

“checking up.” he said simply.

“i’m fine.”

“you’re not.” 

“i am;” you argued, but he knew better.

he knew you better than anyone—now that han was gone. 

you fell silent then, letting out a shaky sigh. 

poe took a step closer to you, a look of sympathy crossing his face. he took another step, uncross his arms, extending them slightly.

no words exchanged-and you knew.

he knew what you needed. 

before you knew it, you were crumbling again, and like a savior, he was there to catch your fall. 

you were enveloped by his arms, a tight embrace that you never wanted to leave as the sobs came again. 

he held you close—not knowing the right words to say but he knew this was what you needed.

you didn’t need any words of comfort. you just needed someone.

and poe turned out to be that someone. 

“i want him back.”

her voice was so fragile. as if anything could break it. 

“i know,” he whispered, pecking the top of her head, “i know.”

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — 

leia organa was dead.

there was a sort of heaviness in the air. 

the galaxy had lost not only a valuable general—but a ray of light—a beacon of hope.

the war was over. kylo ren was dead. the first order had fallen.

the galaxy was okay. 

but poe dameron was not. 

but—this time—he had you.

you returned to your quarters one night to find him seated upon the bed you shared, his hand hanging low. 

you quietly closed the door behind you. “cosmo?”  he didn’t move. you furrowed your brows, “poe?” your footsteps were the only sound in the room. 

you rounded the bed, sitting beside him. and then you noticed what was held in his hand. 

it was a grainy photograph. displayed on it, was a young leia organa. she was smiling brightly, and you couldn’t help but wonder when exactly this was taken. 

you’d never seen her look so happy. 

you placed a hand on his shoulder, and only then did he lift his head. “hey,” he murmured.

“hi.” you whispered, smiling softly at him. 

“how you holding up?” her voice was soft. 

“fine.”

“liar.” 

he bit his lip, frowning. despite his best efforts,  you could see his lip quivering. 

“i just-“ he let out a sigh, running a hand over his face, “what-“ he paused, “what am i supposed to do without her?” 

“poe-“

“she’s been there since-since i was a kid-i’ve already lost my mom-losing leia-“ his voice caught in his throat, choking back a sob. 

you didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around him, “i know,” was all you could say. 

“i just—i can’t lead-“

“you can.” you whispered, “i promise you can.”

“y’know why?” you asked. poe didn’t answer. “you’re strong. you’re a natural-born leader. poe, you’re the strongest man i know. and leia knew it too.”

he sent you a teary smile.

“we’re gonna get through this.” you assured, rubbing his back as you pecked his cheek softly. 

“together?” his voice was shaky. 

you nodded,

“together.”

#star wars #oscar isaac #oscar issac x reader #oscar issac characters #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron #leia organa #han solo #the force awakens #rise of skywalker

[fclearcove]

💬

A number of years ago, while playing in the kelp forest...

Someone was here. Someone who shouldn't be.

Finn dropped the crabs he had been chasing, turning his head to listen. The distant sound of unfamiliar voices made his earfins twitch.

It was near Papa's work.

Finn pushed himself off the soft, sandy seafloor and swam through the kelp forest to the source of the voices.

He peered through the gently swaying seaweed and narrowed his eyes, scrutinising the familiar yet unfamiliar pair that had long since crossed the property line.

The redhead was gazing at his surroundings in awe, seemingly unaware of the fact that his bright green tail was like a beacon in the dark. Finn was pretty sure that was Prince Rielle. If it was, he was a long way from home.

The boy next to him, a lionfish that Finn vaguely recognised from school, quite clearly didn't want to be there but was trying his hardest to school his fearful expression.

"Come on, Chrysos!" Cried Rielle, pulling the other boy along. "Apparently, the abattoir is just ahead! We won't be able to see if the rumours are true if it's dawn by the time we get there!"

Chrysos' face drained of all colour, and Finn could see him swallow even with the distance between them.

"Prince Rielle, we shouldn't be here, we-"

"Sea Witch, it's creepy here. I've never seen such a dark, silent kelp forest. It's like a horror story, you know?" Rielle was talking a mile a minute, stopping only to let out an excited gasp. "Do you think this place is haunted like in the stories? Are we gonna get chased by a ghost?"

Finn rolled his eyes. Those myths, because to call them rumours, would be far too kind, were utterly stupid and baseless. Well, it wasn't as stupid as the one that claimed he was a ghost, which caused his classmates to fearfully prod at him for two weeks.

But surely, a prince of the Coral Sea wouldn't be so stupid as to believe such-

"AH! ... Oh, sorry, it's just a yellowfin. I thought it was a ghost."

...Nevermind.

Finn glowered at the two as they swam towards the abattoir, wondering why they would ever want to go there in the first place. Nevermind ghosts or creepy things, an abattoir just wasn't a very pleasant place to be.

'Papa's gonna be very annoyed,' Finn thought to himself as the pair gradually left his line of sight. 'Maybe I should just chase them out.'

-End

Chrysos belongs to @/distant-velleity

#finn answers #finn clearcove #chrysos pendentif #twst rielle #octavinelle #twisted wonderland #twst oc #oc rp #oc ask game #writing #ooc: i got so excited i couldn't help myself

[thehollowwriter]

It's been mentioned in the Halloween personal stories that Halloween is a dangerous time under the sea and a few people go missing every year, and kids especially are told not to drift off and stay by the light, and now I'm thinking about Silas.

He probably doesn't like Halloween. He's not haunted by ghosts like Finn is, but he is haunted by memories. The Abyss has little to no light sources, and it is filled with so much death that ghosts are definitely abundant down there.

Silas can recall a particular memory of being held tightly by his mother, staring out of the tiny cave the whole family had squeezed themselves into, and seeing a single figure in the distance. Ghostly white and almost glowing, it simply hovered there, pulled to and fro by the current. It was silent and wrong and it scared him so badly he felt afraid to even take his eyes off the thing. It vanished when Halloween ended, but it stuck with him all the way until adulthood. A cousin of his went missing on Halloween.

Silas' home is lit up like a beacon during Halloween, and there are hundreds of lanterns strung up inside the kelp forest. He makes sure Finn stays inside (it doesn't matter if he has school) and, tbh, he lets Timo stay over too.

Idk the brainrot hit me and now I'm cooking.

#quinn quips #silas clearcove #timo byun #finn clearcove #octavinelle #twisted wonderland #twst oc

[electron-road-suspect]

Bojere 30 :)

Could take place in my universe or not.

30. …as comfort.

This isn't the first time they've sneaked away from their responsibilities together. They've skipped interviews, press events, even meetings with their own delegations, and stolen time together. It isn't like it's a secret. They broadcast one of their stolen moments on Instagram Live, for God's sake.

But this is the first time they've sneaked away together at night.

They're in Bojan's hotel room, where they made their way, by silent consent, after they finished the jury show and met each other backstage, their tired eyes finding each other and saying everything their mouths could not.

Once in the room, Bojan is antsy, out of sorts. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, his body. Honestly, he hadn't planned much beyond "get Jere here", unwilling to let the Finn out of his sight now that they are less than 36 hours away from saying goodbye. But now that they're here, together, all he can think about is the stupid idiotic pointless contest.

"Do you want something to drink?" he asks instead, his voice creaking. "Water, tea?" Jere shakes his head.

"No, thank you, Bojan," Jere replies, and at the sound of his name, Bojan startles into movement, wrapping his arms around Jere and burying his face in his hair.

Jere's arms come up around him, and it feels as good as it did the first time, and Bojan knows he's only making things worse for himself, but he can't stop from relaxing into his arms.

When Jere's head raises and their lips meet, it feels like a life raft, a beacon in the desert, and Bojan grabs hold of it as tightly as he can.

They break apart

"I am tired," Jere says, his voice trembling with the weight of Finland's hopes and dreams on his shoulders. "Can I stay? Tonight?"

Bojan kisses him again, sharing the warmth and comfort of their bodies together. "Yes," he replies.

#joker out #fanfic #käärijä #bojan cvjetićanin #jere pöyhönen #kiss ask game

[pandoraslove]

little violinist

this one is pretty long, but I really like it. It was just something I’ve been thinking about all day. Hope you like it. 

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 1761

Being the youngest Shelby has its perks. Apart from being spoiled rotten and you were also very loved. Arthur, Tommy, and John were all in some way a father figure just as much as your older brothers. Arthur was more nurturing, Tommy was more fatherly in the way that he always gave you advice when it came to school or anything other than boys because the lord knows that he’d murder any boy you even showed signs of liking. John knew how to cheer you up in every situation. Ada and Polly were the best when it came to more feminine things like hair, make up, and style. Finn is your partner in crime and best friend, you two are close since you’re only a year apart. 

At the young age of 5, everyone noticed how much you loved music. You’d hum to a song you’d heard and match its pitch with whatever objects you could find. At the age of 6, you stumbled upon a violinist, he was old, well into his 50′s, and playing for money, but the sound he emitted from his instrument was so enticing, you stood and watched him play. You didn’t know how much time had passed as you watched him play, but it was long enough for your family to notice you were no longer with them. They’d found you sitting on the concrete floor, legs criss cross, watching the man play his melodies. 

Thomas got you your first violin a few weeks later, right before all of them left to fight in the war. In those four years, you dedicated almost all your free time to playing the violin. It was your escape, you practiced until your finger were numb and only until you perfected every note would you think about stopping, most of the time you’d still continue. Your music was rarely heard, though, Not by Ada or Polly and not even by Finn. Your music was yours and yours alone. You’d leave in the morning with your violin, carry it around school and practice somewhere secluded after school. Or you’d leave after breakfast on the weekends while Polly was busy with the business. 

When the boys returned from the war, you weren’t able to spend as much time playing and practicing as you’d like. They became more protective than the last time you’d seen them. The first year they were back, after turning 11, you played in front of them for the first time. It was a simple song called ‘Andantino’. It was one of the first songs you tried to learn and succeeded. It was slow and beautiful. It was the first time any of them had heard you play and to say the least they were stunned. You were 11 and playing beautifully. 

That was the only time you’d played for them for a long time. It always made you nervous when others heard you play. you were a little afraid of their judgment. No one ever pushed you to play. When you were 14, you stopped playing for a few months. School was becoming more stressful and it felt like you barely had any time to play. When school ended for the year, you picked your violin back up and worked hard to regain you skill level. You’d go to your Uncle Charlie’s place and go as far out onto the field as you could so no one would hear you play. And if they did it would sound incredibly distant and faint. you tried to maintain the habit even when school started again. 

You ended up graduating high school early, at 16, and began to focus on your violin. It wasn’t strange for your family to not see you for the entire day as you’d spend it out practicing and playing. 

One day, you decided to go back to the market in which the old man with the violin was at. You had little hope you’d find him there but you did. Still playing the violin. You watched and listened to his music. It was just as beautiful as you remembered. He saw you from afar and beaconed you over when he finished his piece. 

“You seem awfully familiar...” He says trying to remember, “The little girl who watched me play for nearly an hour a decade ago?” You smile slightly. 

“Yes...” 

“Did you ever learn to play?” He asks. 

“I did.” He hands his violin to you and gestures for you to play. You took a moment to breathe and decided which song you would be playing. You let your fingers lead you, the memory of each note to lead you. You let everything go and let the music guide you, ‘Gymnopédie No. 1′ was the piece you had decided on playing in that moment. You shut your eyes and played the song by memory, every note was smooth and beautifully played. The music transported you somewhere safe, somewhere warm and comfortable. Once you finished the piece you opened your eyes and found a bigger crowd then the one before watching the man. He was in front of you with an astonished face. 

“That was absolutely beautiful, and all of it by memory... my God, you were born to be a violinists.” He says as you hand him back his violin. 

“I wouldn’t be here, playing the violin, if it weren’t for me hearing your music 10 years ago, I have you to thank.” You say walking away, but not before leaving a pouch with money inside the hat he was using to collect his earnings. 

When you arrived back home you found Thomas, Arthur, John, Ada, Polly, and Finn all in the living room. You were a little happier when you arrived from when you left. 

“I heard you gave quite a show today, Y/n.” Thomas says. You look at him a little shocked he’d found out but held a smile on your face nonetheless. 

“What? Where?” Ada questions. 

“At the market, the old man who was playing the violin 10 years ago still plays there.” You inform them. 

“And he let you play? How did he know you played the violin?” John asks. 

“Yes. And he recognized me. It felt amazing playing for a crowd. I used to be so afraid of playing in front of people, even you guys but after today, It felt so... magical in a way.” you say. 

“maybe you should do it more often then,” Polly says, everyone agrees. 

“Maybe, I should...” You say.

“Why don’t you play at the Garrison?” Arthur says. 

“That’s a great idea, you can play tomorrow night.” Thomas says. 

“The Garrison is a pub, Who the hell goes to a pub to listen to a violinist?” You retort. 

��Tomorrow can be a special event, it’s a great idea come on, Y/n.” Arthur tries to convince you. 

“It’s an awesome opportunity, y/n. You play really fucking well, everyone would love to hear you.” Finn says. 

“And we’ll all be there, so you’ll have more confidence and all our support. you’ll do great.” Ada persuades. 

“So, What do you say, Y/n?” Polly says after a while of you contemplating. 

“...Fine. I’ll do it, if you all promise to be there.” You say at last. 

“Deal.” Thomas says. 

That night you decided on which songs you would play. Some were slow and some were fast, but all were just as beautiful. You decided on playing the song you played earlier that day at the market first, then ‘Andantino’, ‘Concerto for Violin in A minor’, Accolay: Violin Concerto No.1 in A minor, a part of Brahms: Violin Concerto in D minor op. 77, Scottish Fantasy Op. 46 and then finish off with ‘Salut d’amour’. You would only play for an hour, that's the amount of time you all agreed on. 

The next day when you woke up you decide you wanted to get some practice in, so you went to your uncle Charlie’s yard and practiced until each piece was perfected. You’d played each song probably a hundred times since you’d started playing the violin. 

You went home and got ready with Ada and Polly later on. You decided on wearing a simple short sleeve light blue dress that was slightly shorter in the front than in the back. You wore white flat shoes rather than heels. Once you’d fixed your hair and applies a bit of make up, You, Ada, and Polly all walked to the Garrison together, your violin in hand. You were a bit nervous but pushed it all aside. The Garrison wasn’t as rowdy and loud as it usually is. It was more tame. You spotted Thomas, Arthur, John, and Finn seated in a booth. Arthur gesture with his hand for you to go stand on a small platform, While Polly and Ada went to sit with them. You pulled your violin and bow out of the case and stood at the front on the platform Arthur gestured to. Everyone watched as you took a deep breathe, looking towards your family who gave you smiles, encouraging you to start. It didn’t take you long after you started to travel to the place you adored. the place where there was nothing but you and your music. Your cheek rested on the violin, your eyes remained shut and your fingers played the right notes every time. Your eyes were shut but you could see a beautiful field with hundreds if not thousands of flowers, that’s where you were always transported when you played. there was a river not far from where you stood, the sky was a beautiful grey, and the breeze blew on your face. 

You only finally opened your eyes when you finished your final piece, it was quiet for a few seconds and it felt as if time had stopped. you received a standing ovation, even from Thomas, Polly, Ada, Finn, Arthur, and John. You smiled and gave everyone a small bow, then walked to the table your family was seated at. 

“Would you look at that, Our little sister, might as well become a professional, That was amazing.” John says. 

“Thank you, John,” 

“That was absolutely beautiful.” Polly says. 

“Thanks Aunt Pol,” 

By the end of the night, you’d received more compliments than you could handle, it all felt surreal. Maybe you could do this on a real stage in front of thousands one day. Others deserve to feel what you felt when you played, that feeling of everything being healed just by a simple melody. 

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[buffshipper8490]

Rating Mature

Chapter Summary

The Resistance is fractured as Rey, Poe, Chewie, and BB-8 travel to Bonadan to find a Force Sensitive navigator to locate Exegol while Finn, Rose, C-3PO, and R2-D2 travel to Coruscant to activate the Jedi Beacon...

Excerpt

The circular room was large and dimly lit by colorful hanging lanterns not unlike that of the ones lighting the night market. A sweet-smelling haze rose as various aliens—devoted followers— dragged on vaporizers, pipes, and other strange smoking devices, their eyes heavy and faces blank. Scarves and silks draped overhead, giving Rey the impression that the ceiling was a lot closer than it was. Beneath their bare feet, the floor was made of small glass marbles set into duracrete niches. With every step, they rolled underfoot, leaving visitors slightly off balance.

And there, in the center, sat an Aki-Aki child, no older than five years. But even from this distance Rey could feel her presence in the Force, an age and wisdom many times that of Rey’s. 

Upon their entrance, the girl looked up from the crying couple on the brink of divorce who were touching foreheads in front of her, an eerie smile on her face.

“A Jedi,” she said in crystal-clear Basic, her voice soft and girlish. The hair on Rey’s arms raised. “The last.”

Every face in the room turned to them.

Poe sighed. “Or this. We can do it this way.”

The girl nodded at the couple before her, closing her eyes and touching their chests in some kind of blessing. “Go.”

The couple did as told, leaving two empty pillows in front of the navigator. 

She looked at Rey, her eyes a blue so bright Rey blinked in shock. “Come. Sit. The Jedi and the man.”

Rey and Poe exchanged a look. Poe gave her a slight nod, encouraging her to go forward.

She carefully picked her way across the strange marble floor, sitting on one of the pillows. Poe sat next to her a second later.

“I am Nomi,” said the navigator, not waiting or needing for them to introduce themselves, “and you seek a place.”

"A planet," confirmed Rey with an eager nod.

"Kef Bir is the place," deduced Nomi.

Rey nodded again and then shook her head. "Yes. Wait, no. I'm looking for Exe—"

Nomi cut her off abruptly with a tiny raised hand. "The Dark Side clouds the way to the Hidden Planet of the Sith."

"Then what're—" Poe began.

"The man will not speak," interrupted Nomi without taking her large eyes off Rey.

"That destination can only be found by arriving to another," advised Nomi. "There, you will find your way... or be led astray."

"Okay, then where—" Rey asked.

"The mouth on the Jedi stops and the mind makes the picture. The Force fills the Jedi and reveals the destination."

Rey stared at the diminutive alien. Nomi nodded encouragingly. Rey closed her eyes and breathed.

A soft gasp from Poe made Rey open her eyes.

She gazed in wonder at the scene around them, the marbles from the floor hovering mid-air, taking the three-dimensional shape of the galaxy all around them.

"Which one?" she breathed.

"The destination lies within," said Nomi.

"Look, we’re in a hurry—" Poe cut in impatiently.

"The man will not speak!" hissed Nomi.

The marbles swirled above Rey, a galaxy around her.

"The eyes close," guided Nomi. "Only the Jedi knows the path..."

Nomi’s voice grew distant as Rey fell deep into meditation.

FLASH!

Seething, frothing, churning oceans. A vast, mangled wreck.

"On the Ocean Moon of Endor lies the Wayfinder of the Emperor..." The voice was both Nomi’s and not, in her head and out loud, real and imagined.

FLASH!

The Wayfinder hovered between black fittings, its pyramidal shape glowing soft red from within.

She reached for it and took it.

"There the two will meet, the Dark side and the Light..."

FLASH! 

Kylo Ren loomed, his shoulders dimpled with drops of ocean.

"There she will make a choice that will determine the very balance of the Force..."

FLASH!

A flash of lightning, a rumble of thunder. A great stone structure, shaped like a giant claw, its bent fingers reaching ever upward, the throne of the Sith. A figure appeared, sitting on the throne. A woman. It was her...

FLASH!

There was another flash of lightning and Rey instantly snapped out of the vision...

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[names-for-alters]

Hello one and all, alters and headmates! I am Charlie! I like to make lists! I also hoard names! Are you looking for a name? GREAT! You can send an ask and request a specific aesthetic or origin of name, or you can look at my list!

With that said…

…Cracks knuckles…

Findo Tach Tails Flicker Tracer Kat Iris Blu Brick Arlo Sammy Artie Finn Stein Aleksandr Vora Olive Luna Nyx Cyrus Qrow Orian Cello Onyx Skye Grim Opal Dawn Azure Fish Bones Poppy Bronze Eggs Sparky Specs Snickers Trout Navi Bingo Chili Bandit Stripe Busker Socks Brandy Frisky Winston Lucky Chucky Bently Judo Rusty Max Honey Indie Calypso Striker Merle Moxxie Vex Ant Bugger Bee Spider Tails Hook Indigo Amber Coco Coral Scarlet Ivory Jade Ruby Emerald Chuck Loden Copper Hamelin Neo Shepard Cinnamon Visor Macalister Soul Hack Hiccup Flynn Rider Astrid Jay Raven Robyn Bolt Dagger Viper Tracer Cornwall Flock Sapphire Crystal Ghost Mochi Trick Catra Rose Raven Flip Chani Racket Red Crimson Dragon Runt Scotch Tellie Gator Croc Crow Goat Duck Creeper Kuma Jet Jeep Draco Poppy Sombra Raine Squish Spike Blaze Ender Drake Sandy MK PJ DJ CJ MJ King Creak Shadow Clay Dusty Miles Dart Willow Antonius Husk Moth Cypher Jin Yin Yang Daisy Gray / Grey Alistair Halo Angel Cake Fennec Fox Null Lull Bastion Lucky Sun Star Cosmo Tweety Vox Nerys Sonic Bark Birch Oak Cherry Blossom Peaches Velvet Shell Coffee Valley Fang Moot Redpath Pudding X V Jr Ether Fig Trunk Joy Frogger Snowflake Snowball Snow Jumper Racket Flare Vendetta Loonie Coin Six Eleven Tropica Stelina Mojave Ink Sud Fender Zero Pollen Wysteria Page Ozias Rex Tortch Buck Nickel Stripe Lynch Tramp Wolf Pup Tank Jhariah Kharma Zenith Sparrow Prism Lemon Mune Lamb Pyke Diamond Parker Graves Fizz Nugget Melody Tink Blight Fangless Ambress Vulture Eclipse Luka Bangle Constance Constantine Sommar Babble Clank Bobble Chipper Aidan Slate Tin Twire Zephyr Silver Misty Faunus Atlas Birdie Brook Cedar Chip Coal Daisy Ember Faye Fate Fern Flint Harmony Helios Ivy Junx Kit Lyria Phoebe Piper Lady Beacon Elos Rumble Ida Cross Zed Scootie Smidge Clauger Happy Sonny Hath Soldier River Song Clawtor Videl Legen Onen Chunk Reid Pop Cobra Cash Clover Saris Volante Donna Belladonna Gale Chopper Morphias Vidia Loft Kape Levi Licker Howl Dustin Newt Creek Breezy Polaris Blight Archer Sirius Warren Dream Goon Cookie Ranger Amity Jericho Viggo Besko Asra Alice Olaf Mossfeld Issic Missy Rascal Creasy Nonya Hex Pita Miguel Manuel Rayburn Daisy Dash Lucky Becky Steele Cylo Featherstone Kingston Netherfield Reacher Saltburn Quick Rubble Dust Brimstone Humble Ado Grover Norvanos Leshy Blade Cooper Calcium

Leo

Leonardo

Lebony

Silver

Linzier

Pearl

blackberry

Tatin

Bud

Raphael

Pebble

Mina

Linda

Oolong

Daeo/Dayo/Dao

Inco

Ketlyn

Risa

Ines

Lora

Flock

Lux

Rix

Reah

Destinty

Bet

Ange

Krixa

Lalien

Gloom

Bug

Rozy

Mars

Screech

Jenny

Robert

Patrick

Pierre Rosemary

Henderson

Mayfield

Sinclair

Sullivan

Hart

Solace

Daughtler

Stoll

Gatlin

Yearwood

Amos

Graves

Rothschild

Halley

Spektor

Presley

Redd

Blackwood

Notvletti

Valerie

Milo

Marian

Lychee

Aiden

Nova

Vel

Bel

Yuri

Puro

Pluto

Ramona

Angel

Nada

Shen

Mog

Hania

Udge

Kinetic

Kikos Wathel

Dupa

Sierre

Jimor

Teddy

coc

Scara

River

Shade

Foenem

Duck

Emily

Toast

Reunna

Ichigo

Rae

Sonic

MoonL

Lennus

cabaran

Marto

Leveer

Granite

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[therealvinelle]

I smell a glee meta about quinn fabray coming soon…. Hopefully on why she's a pit of despair??

Anon, she gets pregnant in high school and gets kicked out by her parents. She has to live with a classmate she barely knows because no family will take her, all the while her Glee club leader's wife is preying on her to get her baby. She has to live with the guilt of this only happening because she cheated on her boyfriend, I can't even blame her for saying it was Finn's- she's a teenager and Puck is the least suitable father in the world, Quinn was in survival mode.

Oh, and she loses her popularity at school and place in the Cheerios (which could have gotten her a scholarship) over this, yes she... more or less gets it back but that doesn't take away the fact that everything crumbled at once for her.

Wanting to do right by the child she gives her baby up to Rachel's mom, only to later regret this decision because her life is such a pit of despair that the baby is the sole shining beacon in her life. There is a baby theft attempt.

The girl is a mess.

And the world of Glee is a strange world where the rules are written by the Rachel Berrys of the world, and so Quinn continues to be treated like Regina George even when she's at her lowest points. Take her prom queen dream for an example, she wanted this one thing for herself, something she was embarrassed for even caring about because it was so silly, but damnit she wanted to be prom queen. Or the time we found out she used to be ugly, but she went under the knife and lost weight, and the message seems to be that she's shallow.

In a sentence, the show keeps trying to gaslight me into thinking Quinn Fabray needs to redeem herself of the sin known as being blonde and pretty. And that leads to her being the show's constant, relentless, punching bag.

#quinn fabray #glee #glee meta

[south-of-heaven]

Poly! Judgement Day going to Disneyland? I"m going there in December with my family as a gift for my 18th birthday which was in June and I'm super excited 😍 (I hope what I said after the request doesn't go against your guidelines because you said you don't want people to vent in your ask box, if it does, sorry, I promise I won't rumble anymore.)

- Lilith🩰

Disney || The Judgement Day x Reader

Summary: Your partners take you to Disneyland for your birthday.

Your heart is aflutter with excitement as you stand before the magical gates of Disneyland, hand in hand with your partners, Finn, Damian, Rhea, and Dominik. The anticipation has been building for weeks, and now that the moment has arrived, you can hardly contain your joy.

The air is filled with an atmosphere of enchantment, and the iconic Disney castle stands tall in the distance, a beacon of wonder. Your eyes widen with childlike wonder as you take in the sight, feeling like you've stepped into a fairytale come to life.

Finn's smile is infectious as he wraps his arm around you, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Happy birthday," he says, his voice warm and filled with genuine happiness.

Damian, with his stoic demeanor, can't hide the small grin that tugs at the corner of his lips. He's clearly enjoying the thrill of being here with you, and it warms your heart to see him so relaxed and carefree.

Rhea's playful spirit is contagious as she bounces on her toes beside you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Get ready for an amazing day," she says, her enthusiasm practically tangible.

Dominik, the gentle giant of your group, beams down at you with a look of pure adoration. His presence is a calming force, and his happiness at being able to share this experience with you is evident in his eyes.

As you pass through the gates and step into the heart of the park, the excitement bubbles over. You're greeted by the vibrant sights and sounds of Disneyland—the joyful laughter of children, the melodic tunes of familiar Disney songs, and the smell of delicious treats wafting through the air.

The day unfolds like a dream. You explore the various themed lands, from the whimsy of Fantasyland to the futuristic charm of Tomorrowland. You ride thrilling attractions, indulge in delectable treats, and meet beloved Disney characters who pose for pictures and share warm hugs.

Finn's arm never leaves your side, his presence a steady anchor in the sea of excitement. Damian surprises you with his willingness to try the whimsical rides, a side of him you've rarely seen. Rhea's laughter is a constant soundtrack, and her energy keeps the group's spirits high. Dominik's protective nature shines as he ensures your comfort and happiness at every turn.

As the day turns into evening, you gather in front of the castle, bathed in the glow of the nighttime spectacle. Fireworks dance across the sky, painting it with vibrant colors and whimsical patterns. The magic of the moment is palpable, and you find yourself holding hands with all your partners, forming a circle of unity and love.

With each burst of color in the sky, you feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the incredible people who have made this day possible. The joy, laughter, and love you share with Finn, Damian, Rhea, and Dominik make this Disneyland adventure more magical than you could have ever imagined.

As the final fireworks light up the night sky, you find yourself surrounded by the warmth of their presence. The day has been a beautiful celebration of not only your birthday but also the bonds you share. And as you link your fingers with theirs, you know that this enchanting memory will forever be etched in your heart as a testament to the love you all share.

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