after i get her

So what I got from the newest episode of "Watching Sanvers Scenes on Youtube".
  • Alex: Valentines Day?
  • Maggie: No.
  • Alex: Valentines DAY?
  • Maggie: Seriously nope!
  • Alex: Communication?
  • Maggie: Heternormativity really traumatised me and I might never be over it.
  • Maggie: I am revealing a tragic and very realistic backstory to you that a lot of our fans can probably identify with.
  • Maggie: It would need a lot of screentime to resolve this issue properly.
  • Maggie: But we don't get that much screentime because white cis fuckboy needs to fuck the former protagonist of this TV show.
  • Maggie: After all, this is a family TV show and we can't tell happy straight ally (TM) families that they are traumatising young queer children.
  • Maggie: So gotta go bye!
  • Some time later.
  • Kara: Yo, Maggie, it's nice that you adressed some issues so the gays can identify with you.
  • Kara: But now it's really time to quickly resolve this because after all this is a family's TV show. And if we really adressed properly that heteronormativity is hurting and traumatising young queer people, we could not really make white cis fuckboy fuck me in another scene of this tv show.
  • Kara: So pls just get your shit together! We need the gays to be happy and distracted from the bullshit we are going to pull.
  • Some time later.
  • Alex: What is going on, Maggie?
  • Maggie: VALENTINES DAY?
  • Alex: I forgot my personality at home when I put on that dress.
  • Maggie: VALENTINES DAY!
  • Alex: Let's slow dance it out.
The worst trouble I've ever been in

So because this story was too long to put into the ask, I’m gonna explain it all here.
I was in eight grade, and I was in my mom’s music class with a bunch of other classmates. This girl stole my friends back pack, and after I helped her get it back I just gave the thief a playful flick on the ear.
That was my first mistake.
After I did that, I went back to my seat and unbeknownst to me, the thief started crying because apparently her ear was infected or some shit, and after that day she wasn’t in school for like two weeks.
It turns out, she gave herself a concussion, blamed it on ME, and then had her mom call the cops on me for assault and my mom for neglect because apparently I gave her a concussion and my mom just did nothing about it.
Now luckily, absolutely no one believed her but I still had to get interviewed by the police, as did everyone in the music class. Eventually the whole thing was resolved and the girl wasn’t in any of my classes anymore, n the whole case was dropped, but man was it a wild ride.
All because I just flicked someone’s ear.

My favorite headcannon is that Jack has an amazing singing voice and he doesnt even know it.

One day when they’re driving in the car, Bitty has his Sappiest Love Songs Ever playlist going, and Jack’s hitting every note in If I Ain’t Got You. By now Bitty knows Jack can sing, so he posts a video of Jack just going at it on his twitter. The offical Falcs account retweets it. Lin-Manuel Miranda retweets it. Bad Bob retweets it with a “He definitely got that one from his mother”. #WhatThePuckZimmermann is trending #1. The world absolutely loves that this big, quiet, awkward hockey bro also belts it out to sappy love songs on long drives, and Bitty is so proud they finally get to see a part of the real Jack.

“I run back. I’m going back towards the skeletons”

Heroic Keyleth aka one of my fav moments 
(this is saved under: Kiki holy shit.jpg)

ep32 18:17

so i was lucky enough to snag one of @projectnelm’s commission slots for one of my OC’s. can i just say that i woke up to this and CRIED? (happy tears of course)

i cannot put into words how grateful i am for getting the chance to have one of my favorite artists do a piece for me of one of my characters. it’s such an awesome feeling to see one of my beloved characters plucked out of my imagination and depicted so perfectly. 

THANK YOU ♡

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#i just want to know if the way she pushes his hair out of the way is something talia probably did for them as children #some sort of comforting small touch to make them feel better when they felt sick #or was it just instinct for cora to touch her brother in a very simple but comforting way because he needed it or maybe she needed it #to make sure her brother was okay #im just very emotional and i wish they would have explored their relationship more

Joker x Harley Quinn : Kiss the Ring

“Who do you belong to?” The Joker was behind her, his warm body so close. One hand was around her waist, the other held her hair back so his lips could be right on her. His hot breath on her ear, teeth skimming the sensitive skin. Harley closed her eyes, a moan escaping her lips. She rolled her head back until it hit his shoulder, arching her back, pushing her butt into his crotch, feeling him.

The Joker growled at her lack of response and then he was in front of her, Harley opened her eyes as his hands grasped her face tightly, making her look at him.

“Answer me.” He snarled, barring his teeth.

“You,” She said, “Only you, Mr. J.”  

Joker kept her eyes captive, his right hand abandoned her face and instead he held it up in front of her face. Confusion struck Harley’s features. She looked at his elegant fingers seeing the spade, diamond, and club tattoos. The third finger was missing a heart, that was on Harley’s cheek. Instead, on his third finger was a handsome gold ring, a big ring, almost stretching from his pinkie to his middle finger. The top of it had a ‘J’ shaped by diamonds. His favorite ring, the ring that was in front of her lips now.

Now Harley understood, he wanted her to kiss his ring. Punishing her for her hesitation just a moment ago. She knew what kissing the Joker’s ring meant. She’d seen him interrogate hundreds of people in her time with him. Every interrogation would end the same, the man would kiss Mr. J’s ring. They probably thought it was just odd behavior from an insane man but kissing Mr. J’s ring meant much more than just a kiss. It meant that he owned you. You were his. You would work for him, do business with him, make him money until either you messed up or he got bored and ended your life. It happened every time, like clockwork. Still they came to work for Joker because everyone knew that working for the Joker was always better than working against the Joker. Yes, Harley knew what kissing Mr. J’s ring meant and she wanted it.  Mr. J wanted to make sure that Harley was still his, that she always would be.

She would.

Harley went to kiss it but just as she moved the Joker stopped her with his hand that was still clutching her face.

“On your knees.” His voice was so guttural she barley recognized it. Harley smiled at him, biting her lip as she sunk down to her knees in front of him. She stared at him expectantly from the ground, the Joker held his hand back out, once again his ring was in front of her lips.

So Harley flicked her eyes up to him, smiling devilishly as she grasped his wrist. Harley kissed each of his five fingertips softly, leaving his ring finger last. She looked up at him as she kissed the ‘J’ ring. Running her lips against his skin, slowly down his finger until she was at the tip. Harley started by licking the leftover blood off his fingernail. Then, she wrapped her mouth around his finger, keeping her eyes on his. She pumped her lips up and down, closing her mouth tight around the tip and then going back down again. She licked, sucked, and kissed his finger as her other hand moving up and down his wrist suggestively.

The Joker didn’t make a sound, just stared at her. Why would you hesitate, Harl? Stupid, stupid, stupid. She released his finger from her mouth and moved her lips back up to his ring.

“Forever yours.” Harley whispered against his ‘J’ ring, looking up into his blue eyes.

They were hooded, dark.

“I’m sorry for hesitating, daddy,” She put on her most innocent voice, “You know what your purrs in my ear do to me.”

Mr. J placed two hands on either side of her neck again, and pulled her to her feet. His face still hadn’t moved, he just stared. His lovely blue eyes locked on hers, mouth unmoving. Harley really messed up this time. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Slowly, she reached forward with her hands and touched his chest. He let her, that’s a good sign. She ran her hands down his solid chest, over the tattoos on his stomach. Her fingers dipping on his toned chest. Every time she touched him was like the first time all over again, every time she just wanted to wrap her arms around his body and stay close to his warm, strong chest. Every time her fingers ached to touch more, more, more of his skin. She was completely and utterly addicted to him.

Her hands moved up, one of her hands rested on his cheek. The other on his beating heart.

She frowned as his face stayed frozen, “C’mon puddin, you know I belong to you. My heart, my body, my soul, everything in me is yours. That’s always been true. Will always be true. Can’t you see how I’m yours?”  

In the blink of an eye, he had moved. His face on the side of hers, his cheek touching her cheek. His purrs back in her ear.

“You play a dangerous game, Harley Quinn.” He whispered against her ear, voice gravelly and low- just how she liked it.

Suddenly his hands traveled down her face until they gripped her upper arms. His fingertips feather soft trailed down her arms down until his fingers clutched hers. He brought her fingers up to his mouth, keeping his eyes on hers. Harley was finding it difficult to breath.

“You’re lucky I enjoy your dangerous games.” He whispered against her third finger on her right hand, her ring finger. Harley was now the one frozen, staring at him.

The Joker kissed her finger.

Thanks for reading! 

To the Tumblr Warrior’s

33 times in 9 days. This is starting to qualify for harassment and I am not going to be as nice if it continues.  33 times in the last 9 days I have had people questioning my permissions to share art. You (the general you) have come at me with rude, self-righteous, I’m right you’re wrong and must be stupid attitudes. Not all but most of them are offensive and imply that I am some kind of criminal.  

I have NEVER posted artwork without written permission. EVER. Let me say it again for the people in the back. I. HAVE. NEVER. POSTED. ARTWORK. WITHOUT. WRITTEN. PERMISSION. I link that permission on EVERY piece of art I post as well as a link to the artist. It’s time for you to move on and go after people who are actually stealing art. If you are too lazy to actually read through my permissions page, that is not my issue. I am conforming with all standards of the law. It’s time to leave me alone.

Here are a few examples of the messages I have received in the last nine days.

1.   “I’m afraid I’m going to need to see your permission for said art”     You are not in charge of me nor will language like that induce me to be friendly and open with you.

2.    “Well, I wouldn’t post art from them because of…………..are you sure you have permission?”      This is not my problem, this is a problem you seem to have with the artist or the art. I tag everything, please block it if you don’t like it, and I refer you to my permissions page.

3.    “Well since they said no to me, then you must be lying”      This is also not my problem, it’s between you and the artist. I also refer you again to my permissions page. I don’t post without permission.

4.   “You must be stupid, that person clearly does not want their art shown”       I think you have the stupid person confused in this equation, I refer you to my permissions page.

5.   I don’t believe you have permission for said artist.      Well, I don’t believe people think Victor is evil, but we all have our issues I guess. I refer you to my permissions page.

32 times (I’m not finished with 33) I have proven I am in the right and that everything is fine. It’s getting old and I am disinclined to continue being nice about it anymore. AGAIN, I have a linked permissions page and I direct you there with your questions. It’s available on every piece I post and as a link directly off of my blog’s main page, labeled permission to post.

It’s time to move on. It’s in bad taste to harass someone who is doing nothing wrong and going out of their way to make sure all the information needed is present and easy to access.

Lena after single handedly saving the entire alien population in National City and leading to the arrest of her evil step-mom, aka the leader of CADMUS.

  • me, 1 year ago: I don't get why everyone likes jasper so much I mean she's like the villain and there's nothing redeemable why does she even need a redemption arc its completely unnecessary
  • me, now: jasper deserves to be a main cast member and I also want her to crush my skull like a watermelon with her thighs
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AhRo is everything to me. Not because I want or need her. She is the reason I’m still alive and breathing.

requested by @evil-writer
[insp.]

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Why don’t you look in that magical future book. It should tell you.

anonymous asked:

any headcannons for after glendower ended up being dead/gansey's death&resurrection where bluesey just like Talks About Feelings And Stuff lying in bed at monmouth bc im a sap and the book just cut off??? after the climax?? like sure just skip right over the emotional aftermath of what was built up to be the most important event in all 4 books lol

^^^ i know right? like i didn’t expect much but i really wanted to see how everyone reacted when gansey woke up….

  • let me talk about this before i get to your prompt because reasons
  • you bet your ass everyone would be all over gansey 
  • blue is kneeling on the ground, holding gansey’s face, telling him to wake up
  • and this was always really important to me, that she’s the one who tells him to wake up, partly because it’s her voice he hears, her voice that brings him back, her voice that gets through :’)
  • but also because the parallel is wonderful, gansey waking the skeleton animals in bllb, and blue waking gansey in trk, it’s wonderful
  • (and i also really love how everyone played their part in resurrecting gansey: henry pushing them to do something, adam thinking of cabeswater, ronan persuading cabeswater to help, and blue telling gansey to wake up)
  • anyway, so gansey opens his eyes, blue beside him, and the first thing he sees is her, leaning over him, and watching him so intently, so frightened, so worried for him
  • her dark hair is falling around her face, her eyes swimming in tears but so clear and beautiful, the sun shining above her, creating the idea of a halo, and he’s just… never seen anything so beautiful
  • he smiles, small and soft
  • “gansey?” blue asks quietly and gansey reaches up and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, and says, “hey”
  • and the moment he speaks blue sobs out a laugh and buries her head in his chest, and everyone else starts talking at the same time, crouching beside them too, hovering around gansey
  • there’s a lot of hovering and touching and hugs involved and gansey is actually so overwhelmed by the love they all shower him with
  • he’s a little weak and wobbly so they support him as they walk to the car, ronan on one side, blue on the other, and adam tries to step in to help because blue is literally so tiny that she doesn’t look like she can hold gansey’s weight, but blue waves him away, not letting go for the world 
  • henry drives while the rest of them squeeze into the back, gansey in the middle with blue on his lap, adam and ronan on each side of him
  • anyway, back to bluesey talking about feels in bed
  • i don’t think there’s one big moment where they talk about everything that’s happened, rather it’s different moments, different nights, different issues
  • when gansey can’t sleep one night, he tries to gently disentangle himself from blue who’s firmly latched onto his his side without waking her (she sleeps over often, fight me) but of course she stirs immediately, though doesn’t fully wake up until several minutes when she feels his absence in bed
  • when she sits up there’s gansey on the floor, fiddling with his henrietta model but not truly building it, a faraway look on his face as he stares out the floor to ceiling windows of monmouth
  • he barely notices when blue joins him until she lays a gentle hand on his shoulder and he turns, immediately apologizing for waking her up
  • blue shakes her head and tells him she wishes he woke her up on purpose if something was bothering him, and gansey looks down, unable to lie to her
  • she waits patiently, stroking his arm, until he finds the strength to speak 
  • “i was thinking about noah,” he says, and her hand halts, curling into the material of his shirt
  • they’re both quiet for a long time, then gansey reaches up to wipe his eyes and tells her how noah has sacrificed himself to save him
  • blue listens wordlessly, gently rubbing his back, resting her head on his shoulder, a silent comfort 
  • there’s no right thing to say, no right words to ease gansey’s pain, but she tells him she loves him, tells him noah loved him too and he gave his life for gansey because he was his friend, she tells him he’s not alone and they’re not going to let noah’s sacrifice be in vain
  • right then and there gansey decides that he will honor noah by living a good happy life with few regrets
  • (and this is what gives him confidence to start doing things for himself rather than others, this is why he decides not to go to college, his parents be damned, this is why he starts acting more and more like himself and less like the facade)
  • another time, (and this would actually happen before the previous one because here they don’t know yet that they can kiss but whatever, it came to me like this) blue is really distant and quiet as they snuggle in gansey’s bed, and at first gansey tries to cheer her up by telling her silly animal facts and sharing stories of his time traveling europe, and though she smiles, he can see her heart is not really in it so he finally caves and asks her what’s wrong
  • she looks him in the eye but she doesn’t really see him, quiet for several seconds, before she announces, matter of factly, “i killed you”
  • gansey blinks, speechless, for several seconds
  • he sighs, adjusts their position a bit so he can look at her better, and he finally manages to say, “you know it wasn’t like that”
  • but blue shakes her head and looks away, stubbornly staring at nothing until gansey gently turns her face back to him with a quiet whisper of her name and tells her she can’t think like that
  • blue swallows and tells him that maura told her they can kiss now and gansey is now very confused because “that’s wonderful, jane!”
  • when she shakes her head again, clearly upset, gansey frowns, and quietly asks “do you… not… want to?”
  • and she’s just, “i don’t deserve to. after killing you the last time… i don’t deserve any of this”
  • that’s when gansey realizes just how guilty she secretly feels and he beats himself up for not noticing it earlier
  • he hugs her tightly, tucking her against his chest, and whispering to her that it’s not her fault and he doesn’t blame her and he loves her no matter what 
  • “you saved me, blue,” he tells her, stroking her hair, voice gentle, “i heard your voice, telling me to wake up, pulling me back. you didn’t kill me, you brought me back.”
  • blue sniffs and holds onto him tighter, almost desperately
  • when she pulls away after a while, wiping at her eyes, she says, “if you hadn’t come back, i don’t think i could have ever forgiven myself”
  • “but i did,” he answers and kisses her forehead, now with the knowledge that he’s allowed to “so you must forgive yourself”
  • blue’s eyes flutter closed when gansey’s lips touch her forehead and almost instantly, she longs to feel them against her own mouth as well, because god, she does want to kiss him again, she really does
  • (spoiler alert: they do kiss)
  • (it makes blue feel a lot better too)
  • they probably also talk about glendower being dead some time, and gansey dealing with his second death, and perhaps even the fact that they’re each other’s true love, but i’m not going to elaborate on those now because holy shit this is long