YES-I-REALLY-DID-THIS

Joker : i told you to invite our lil’ bro,

Mr J : Yes and i did!

Joker : oh really, so where is he now??

Mr J : …………………….

Personally I think Sebastian Stan can be next Joker, but with the right dialogue, acting skills and a good suit; Sebb can pull off another fantastic Joker performance just like Leto and Ledger but we all know he gonna stick his life with MARVEL Bucky <3

R,
After 2 years of no communication, I find it HUMOROUS that you asked to see me. Did you really think I would say yes?

Sometimes I think of you. Yes, I think of your eyes and your arms and your laugh from over the phone. I think of the nights I stayed up until morning listening to your silly stories and I think of the times we thought we had it all.

But over all of that, I think of your unbelievable carelessness. I think of how you left me hanging for months, just to find out you had another girl on your shoulder already. I think about how you built my confidence so high and then let me tumble straight through the cracks in the ground.

And now, to think that I’m finally crossing your mind. Finally, after I’ve made countless memories and lived endless days without you. I’ve done things you’ll never know about and I’ve been places you’ve never seen.

You could have been there, but 2 long years ago, you chose not to be.

So don’t come crying back to me now. Don’t come crying back to me ever.

A

shirewalker  asked:

he seemed like he improved, but I didn't buy that whole self-righteous facade of his. it felt... rehearsed... did malaria calm down a notch? yes he did. did he change? I don't really believe that. whydidnthestaydeadWHY?

Yeah, I have to agree that his character change was too sudden and 180 for me to really buy. It’s like he morphed into a totally different in the span of a single page. Still, at least he wasn’t as insufferable as he was in S&S. 

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SO I’VE ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT PUMPKIN PETES WOULD BE LIKE FROSTED FLAKES WITH MARSHMALLOWS IN THEM SO YOU CAN IMAGINE HOW HAPPY I WAS WHEN I FOUND FROSTED FLAKES WITH MARSHMALLOWS AT THE STORE YESTERDAY AND SO NATURALLY I HAD TO

Instinct

written for @surfacage‘s newest greatest Pokemon Go comicsome dialogue was borrowed (with permission). 

I personally view Blanche as gender-fluid, but for comprehension’s sake, Blanche was given the pronoun “her”.
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Something was wrong. He didn’t know for certain what, but something in the bottom of his gut was telling him he was needed.

Like a lightning bolt, Spark darted through the woods that surrounded the clearing of his gym on the high mountain. He knew its terrain better than any trainer under him and he quickly zipped through the trees, pulling a Pokéball from his hip just as the trees began to thin. 

“Pidgeotto, go!“ 

The great Pokémon appeared above him, its wings spread wide as it soared through the air, taking a moment to stretch its feathers. Spark kept his gaze ahead of him, his sights set on the approaching cliff and the magnificent view of the valley below. With one great leap of faith, he threw himself over the edge and for one adrenaline-pumping moment, he flew. But before he could begin his quick descent back to the unforgiving earth below, Pidgeotto streaked towards him and ducked under his fall, catching him with practiced grace on its back. 

With a clear view of the valley before him, Spark suddenly understood what had made him feel so anxious. The large, blue and white Tower of Mystic’s gym was engulfed in smoke. 

"Blanche…" 

Without waiting for a command, Pidgeotto soared towards the once-glorious building at an impossible speed. Spark’s bright orange and yellow gloves protected his hands from the bite of cold air and his dark jacket billowed out around him as the large Pokémon circled the blue needle at the top of the tower. The once intricate and sparkling glass was now cracked and broken, and like silent birds of prey, they revolved around the needle until they found an opening they could dart into. Inside, Pidgeotto found a high perch to settle on to overlook the gym. 

A horrible feeling welled in Spark’s chest as his bright eyes took in the destruction below. Giant shards of glass from the supporting pillars and ceiling littered the gym and the once-flawless diamond floor now held spider web cracks that stretched across the entire length of the battle arena. The worse of the damage was in the center, where Blanche was lying unmoving with her Pokémon just as injured beside her. However, she was not alone.

Candela, the third major gym leader of the region, was beside her, but she was in no better shape. Her jacket was torn and the Flareon that never seemed to leave her side was sprawled on its side. This was no Pokémon Battle. This was an attack. 

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to see Team Rocket standing across from the pair with an army of Pokémon behind them. It was not the first time the infamous group had attempted to take one of them down in sake of destroying their gifted power; but this was on another level Spark had never seen before, and though the trio squabbled like siblings, there was anything one wouldn’t do to protect another. 

"Down,” Spark ordered.

Without hesitation, Pidgeotto sprang into action, its large wings flapping to life before they descended downwards towards the party. Team Rocket noticed his approach at the last second, but before they could ready an attack, Spark dropped to the floor as Pidgeotto used its large wings to send a biting gust of wind in their direction before it retreated once more to the high perch. 

“Spark!” Candela called. Her tone was equal parts surprised and relieved.

“Sorry I’m late.”

Now that he was closer, he could see the other gym leaders were better off than he first suspected but neither looked able to continue their fight. Blanche was sporting a rather nasty cut to her arm and Candela’s cheek was bruised. The injuries made his stomach twist in knots.

“Better late than never,” Candela smiled.

She gathered Blanche further into her arms as heavy-booted steps thumped behind him. He turned as a member of Team Rocket stepped forward, obviously presenting himself as the leader. Spark didn’t recognize him, but the smugness surrounding him was undeniable. “Well, look who decided to join us, boys. If it isn’t the baby of the Big Three.”

At the insult, Spark’s eyes narrowed dangerously. However, it was Candela that spoke first: “The Big Three.” Spark didn’t need to glance back at her to know there was a confident smirk etched into her face; he could hear it in her voice. “I think you forget that Spark earned his title, just as Blanche and I did.”

“There is more to a gym leader than power and ability,” Blanche added. “It is equal parts ambition, wisdom, and instinct.” Her voice was rough, but it still held the undertone of a confident, experienced trainer and leader.

Spark stood slowly as he adjusted the cuff of his gloves. The doubt was evident in the leader’s expression, but he merely faced him head on as the anger began to boil just under his skin. No one touched Blanche and Candela without answering to him.

“Team Leader? Don’t make me laugh.”

“I think you forget you’re standing in water,” Spark murmured. He could already feel the power of Zapdos spreading through him, like little pinpricks of lightning running through his veins, causing his body to vibrate with building power as his skin broke out into goosebumps. “And you know what electricity loves?”

Confusion rippled through Team Rocket, but he didn’t give them time to answer as the beat of wings reached his ears.

“Water.”

A monstrous clap of thunder reverberated through the air as a bright bolt of lightning blinded them. In a moment that seemed to last forever and yet only an instant, it was gone, leaving deafening silence in its wake as the three leaders found themselves alone once more. What remained of Team Rocket was nothing more than a giant hole in the glass doors of the Tower’s entryway.

Relaxing his stance, Spark scratched the back of his neck as he glanced back at the other leaders. “Sorry about the door, Blanche.”

“Spark…”

The Wedding

Okay, so let me just say that this has been more fun to write than I expected it to be. I mean, I knew it was going to be fun, but I didn’t realize that when I told the Squad @thesatanssquad that I was writing something they would automatically believe it was angst. But they did. And that’s where my idea came in to send sneak peeks through Snapchat that are completely out of context and make this entire story seem like it’s about Outlaw Queen. Spoiler Alert: It’s Not! This is something I came up with late Wednesday night when I should have been asleep, but the idea wouldn’t leave me alone. I realized that I just had to write the Saralexia wedding. And so I did. Sarah @ginaandrobbie and  Alexia @the-notsoevil-queen, as your biggest shipper, I hope you LOVE this! Today is your wedding day and I have written your wedding for you! A HUGE Thank You to Dee @dee-thequeenbee for helping me figure out the logistics of this! I couldn’t have written this without you! Another huge Thank You to Saralexia for tagging all their posts so that I could easily search through the Saralexia tags until I could cobble some vows together for you. I hope you like them! Happy Wedding Day Guys! I Love You! - Meghan

Also, a Happiest of Birthdays to our Queen! 

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The way you see the world
It got you this far
You might have some bruises
And a few of scars
But you know you’re gonna be okay

Even though you’re scared
You’re stronger than you know

Tribute to the first three seasons of “Steven Universe”! This AMV has a clip from every episode in it, I hope you enjoy!

Jaspar fic about #casparleesmoking trending

A/N: Caspar smoking is trending, and Joe needs to calm him down.

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His fingers clicked faster and faster every time. Harder. Panic was rising up his throat, clenching it and making him unable to breathe. The comments flooded through his brain, tattooed on his memory every time the scrolled farther down the tag.

“Why”

“Bad influence”

“The next Justin Bieber”

“He’s too sweet for this”

“Disappointed”


Bile rose up with throat, bringing tears to he corners of his eyes.

He had been caught smoking. Yes, it had been late at night, he was drunk off his ass, and it was a festival cigarette. But the fact remained: there was a viral video of him pressing a cigarette to his soft lips.

And he looked awful, he didn’t look happy or bright and bubbly like his fans were used to, at that moment he had been too immersed in the music, so deeply touched by the sad lyrics, that his usual smile wasnt plastered on his face.

He looked like a junkie.

Like a drunk, young white male that was so high he could see stars. Or that’s what Caspar thought he looked like.

He was prone to thinking the worst, especially when it came to any sort of criticism. But this was a low blow, lower than he had ever expected.

As he bit his lip anxiously and scrolled even further through the tag, Caspar wondered if he was supposed to be angry at Alexa, the fans, or himself. He thought the latter was the most reasonable one.

He had been stupid, thinking no one would catch him smoking. He should have paid attention. He shouldn’t have allowed himself to have fun when cameras were rolling.

Worst thing? He had to address the issue now. He had to. He just, he had to… Didn’t he?

The rosy skin of his lips broke under the pressure of his teeth sinking harder into it, and Caspar breathed in the sudden surge of calm and softness that he felt when he tasted the blood. A second later, Caspar was scrambling upstairs looking for antiseptic, terrified that he had felt so good when hurting himself.

He didn’t want pain to be his coping mechanism.

He scrambled to get up the stairs, tying hard to breathe, trying hard to keep their comments away from his head

“I didn’t think he was like that”

“I’m sad”

“I’m worried about him”

Caspar stumbled into his second floor, his head spinning and the walls closing in.

He heard a voice, a soft caring voice, a voice that cleared up his thoughts long enough go remember he had to clean his lip “Honey, are you okay?”

Joe was talking, Joe was there. Joe had known Caspar smoked for ages, and he hadn’t judged him. He hadn’t said he was worried just so he’d stop smoking, he hadn’t said he was a bad influence or a typical famous white boy. Joe had understood it was not a bad thing.

Joe, Joe, Joe. Caspar hadn’t even noticed he was talking, speaking so fast, choking sobs and whimpers leaving his mouth more often than not.

“I know Caspar, I know what they did” Joe whispered against his hair, rubbing small circles on his back, holding him close so that his forehead was resting against Joe’s warm chest, his heartbeat making Caspar calm down.

And there, in Joe’s strong arms, Caspar didn’t feel bad for having a life that could or not be approved by his fans. He didn’t feel the anxiety hammering his skull, and bile wasn’t crawling up his throat.

Joe stroked his hair “Sometimes they don’t see they’re wrong” he said, in between kisses to Caspar’s forehead “They don’t truly mean it, they just exaggerate everything. They don’t hate you, they don’t think less of you”

Caspar listened closely, trying hard to understand this all. He had smoked. Was that wrong? He always smoke at festivals, it was his thing. Was that wrong? He always got drunk at clubs, his fans didn’t mind that.

Why was smoking so different?

“They will apologize soon, they didn’t mean to harm you Caspar” Joe’s soft voice and even softer lips made Caspar believe him, and he let Joe take care of him as he rode out his anxiety attack.

When it was done, Joe didn’t let go of him, and Caspar fell asleep in the arms of his biggest fan, one that knew him better this anyone if the world, and never made him feel terrible.

Joe was truly the best fan he could ask for, he was glad he could also call him his boyfriend.

Caspar kept on smoking at parties, because it was his choice. And Joe joined him on it when the criticism got worse: it was their little inside joke, you can’t mess with one without messing with the other.


… #sorrynotsorry

I’ve been up 21 hours and I was going to go to bed and this happened. Kirishima from cshooterart’s boyband!AU  I want to own that hat so badly it actually hurt me to draw it.

Anyway, if you guys haven’t already you should totally check this fic/artist out! They are RIDICULOUSLY talented and have a really unique and amazing art style.

They’re actual drawing for the AU here