and how much she misses them

Fic: In Parallel

ripperblackstaff prompted:  “Rush and Belle watch Dr Who, and parallel how much 12 and Clara relationship is like theirs.”

Pairing: Rushbelle, post-Destiny


Having spent three years cooped up in a space ship (even if most of that time was spent in stasis), the last thing Belle wants is to be cooped up in a hotel. But the government and the army want to give them all a very thorough debrief, so cooped up they are. At least it’s a nice hotel, and at least Stargate Command is footing the bill. Still, Belle would far rather be out in the open air and enjoying being back on earth, so she determines to make the most of the hospitality. She’s using all the complimentary toiletries (and it feels so good to be able to take a proper shower again), she’s ordered all her favourite foods that she forgot how much she missed, and she’s settling down in front of the huge TV in her room to catch up on three years’ worth of missed Doctor Who. Well, she’s got nothing else to do until they call her in for the next meeting, after all.

Presently there’s a soft tap on the door, and Belle cocks her ear up. It’s a tentative tap, inquiring rather than demanding. She tucks her fluffy bathrobe further in around her and shuffles over to the door. She feels slightly queasy; perhaps she’s overdone it on the processed foods after so long without.

Belle opens the door a fraction and peers round. Rush is outside her door, looking a lot less feral than the last time she saw him. He’s wearing fresh clothes for a start, and he’s got his glasses on, and he’s trimmed his beard.

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luthien00 asked:

I hate that sasuke isn't there for Sarada (this hurts a lot), but Sakura doesn't seem too much upset about it. I mean, doesn't seems like she's hiding something huge? A specific reason that both of them are hiding on purpose. Sakura isn't afraid of not being loved by him, she's not even sad. I think she's struggling to keep the secret (which is not about karin being her mother, or else she wouldn't be angry to the point of destroying their home XD). What do you think?

To be honest, that fact really hurt me, too, tbh. I mean, he really did miss experiencing his only child growing up, and we know how much family means to him, so yes, I’m pretty sure there is a very good explanation to why the Uchiha family was set up that way. I understand that SasuSaku has always been the type of ship where… emotional and angsty feelings come with the “shipping package”, but I honestly thought that after the forehead poke in 699, they would have moved on from that point. 

I guess that’s one of the reasons why I was heartbroken after I read the first chapter of Naruto Gaiden. I understand Kishi’s vision as well (when he had decided to go with that route/family scenario for the Uchiha family), but at the same time, I can’t help but also feel grief over it, you know?

I took a day off from tumblr yesterday (which is the reason why I had only made text posts) to just think things through. I know how tumblr can get when these kinds of things happen, so I just had to stay away for a day to clear my thoughts. Now, I have a various number of speculations as to why the situation turned out to be the way it did. 

Your theory crossed my mind, too, and I also saw that a good number of people were also considering the same thing, so we’ll just see! Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me. <3

bunimalsfiberdolls said: OMFG!  Juri 08!  That’s you’re impulse buy? Best impulse purchase EVER

Eeheeee, yeah. I was convinced I’d never get one, as much as I admired them, but the idea started creeping up on me after that really cheap head popped up a few months ago. Even though I missed out on that head, it made me realize how much I’d like to buy one. I’ve been watching the MP pretty closely since then, tracking each that went up for sale. This girl was out of the price range I’d set for myself, but her face-up was perfect and she came along shortly after my tax refund, when I was feeling really gloomy about work things. I probably shouldn’t have, but I have zero regrets. X3


Katara giving her words of wisdom to Korra and Tenzin before they depart on their journeys.

               The first Christmas Eve after The Battle of Hogwarts.

  • Mrs. Weasley getting carried away while decorating because it’s such a welcome distraction from thinking about the loss after the war.
  • Andromeda coming to the Burrow with a baby Teddy for the first time, and he’s never seen this many people with ginger hair and that’s how his hair turns Weasley for the next 12 weeks.
  • George bringing Angelina with him because he doesn’t think he’ll be able to get through the day without Fred or Angelina, and Fred’s very unavailable, being six feet under.
  • Ginny hiding out on the roof, because she can’t go downstairs with Fred not there to perform dumb practical jokes and make her laugh, and she just misses him so much and it hurts so bad.
  • Harry coming to find her and the two of them spending hours just sitting on the roof while Ginny tells stories about her big brother and Harry listens with his elbows propping him up against the roof.
  • Mrs. Weasley setting the table for an extra person who never comes and nobodies really sure, but she maybe set a spot for Fred and couldn’t bring herself to take away the plate.
  • Ron and Hermione holding hands underneath the table the entire dinner while everyone pretends not to notice. 
  • Harry dragging Ginny downstairs in time for desert, and she runs to George the minute she sees him and holds him like he might disappear too. 
  • Nobody wanting to leave, because it might have been a sad Christmas but they were all there and the fear of loss is in them all.
  • Fleur and Bill announcing their expecting a baby, because for all her faults, Fleur knows when Molly needs to hear good news, and even if its bittersweet, she wants her to know.  
  • Molly crying for a half hour on Fleurs shoulder, because Grandchildren. 
  • Somebody getting out photo albums, and it hurts seeing Fred everywhere but they need to hurt for a little while.
  • Ginny coming alive again and telling stories about her brother and George having even more, and Molly crying while she tells stories they were all too little to remember but have heard a million times before.
  • The older brothers staying up with Angelina and Fleur in the living room, talking about whats next and remembering what happened last.
  • Harry sleeping in the same spot on the floor in Ron’s room he always used to, even though they have their own flat in the city now, for old times sake, and Hermione rolling her eyes and hauling a tired, sad, Ginny up the stairs and into bed.
  • Molly falling asleep happy for the first time in a longtime because her kids are home and safe. 

So…I’ve seen art of Peridot having missing robo limbs and thought…what if she Lapis helped by using her water powers to replace them robo arms and legs.

But the more I thought about it…the more I thought how much Lapis would just fool around with Peridot. Doodle blurb thought thing.

Let go or hold on (Part 3)

(In case you missed it, here’s Part 2)

(His P.O.V.)

The past night was a blur. 

He remembers missing her so much.

He remembers seeing her cheesy smile lighting up the screen.

He even remembers the boys snarky comments about how gross they were. 

He was annoyed, ready to tell them to fuck off, but she wasn’t. She merely laughed, which made him soften and laugh with her. She was so infectious, with the way her hair fell slightly past her golden eyes, the way her laugh filled the room. He wanted more than anything to just reach out and touch her. The computer screen just wasn’t enough. But, for that short 30 minutes, everything wasn’t so bad. 

Then, she said goodbye, and everything felt dull again.

She always said goodbyes never hurt her but he couldn’t say the same. Whether she realized it or not, she was his everything.

She kept him grounded.

She kept him sane when things got rough with the fans.

She even kept him focused when the snapchat leaked.

The band keeps him going, but she kept him alive. 

He remembers the boys going on and on about some new club. He really wasn’t interested, but if he stayed at the hotel while they went out, he knew he would completely lose his mind missing her. 

So he agreed. 

Agreed to go out in public. 

Agreed to fake a smile when fans came around. 

Agreed to pretend like he had it all together. 

Following the rest of his band into the club, he noticed it was packed with a mass of sweaty bodies, something he realized he didn’t want to be a part of. As he was ready to tell the boys he wanted to head back to the hotel, he was stopped short when a guy came forward with a round of shots. Thinking one shot wouldn’t hurt, he quickly downed it, feeling a little at ease. 

Then another round came by. The next thing he knew, he had taken so many, that everything was starting to feel fuzzy. 

But he didn’t mind. 

The more he knocked back, the easier it was to let lose. 

The last thing he remembers from that night is a girl coming towards him. She had the same wavy black hair, same crooked smile and the same soft hands as her. He was so sure she was the one. Completely positive she managed to come through his computer screen, just to see him. He let her make him feel like all was right.

Then everything went black.

He woke up the next morning with a groan. Someone was pounding on his door, matching the pounding sensation going on in his head. 

Blinking hard, he shifted, feeling something warm pass his leg. Jolting up, causing another groan from his uneasiness, he noticed a girl laying next to him, face down, half covered with the white sheets.

He smiled when he saw her wavy hair, ready to touch her and wake her but then felt his heart stop when he saw a tattoo on her left shoulder. 

She didn’t have a tattoo.

Feeling last night’s alcohol rushing up his throat, he bolted to the bathroom, letting everything out.

What had he done? 

Looking at himself in the mirror, he didn’t recognize the reflection in front of him. It was like he was staring at a stranger. 

A stranger who broke a promise to always be faithful. 

A stranger who shattered his own world.

After wrapping a towel around his waist, he stepped out of the bathroom and stared at the sleeping girl before him.

He had been so wrong. 

She was nothing like her. 

Her hair was dull, face pale, lips chapped. She was nothing like his world. 

How could he have been so wrong?

Snapping out of his disbelief, he walked over to the door to face the one pounding.

In front of his was his best friend. Blonde hair disheveled, blue eyes blood shoot and worried. He pushed past him into his room, swearing under his breath when he caught sight of the girl. Turning around, he looked back with complete guilt filling his eyes.

“Have you been on twitter at all today?” He asked.

“Mate, i just woke up. The last thing on my mind is to check twitter. I obviously have bigger problems” The brown haired boy said while nodding his head towards the bed.

“I understand that but as of right now, you’re going to want to check Twitter. It’ll be your best bet of preparing for the worse.”

His best friend gave him one last sad look and made his way out the door.

Confused, the boy walked over to the nightstand and picked up his phone, sitting on the bed. He felt the mystery girl stir next to him but it didn’t matter anymore. All he was concerned about was the pictures flooding before him.

So many pictures. 

All making it seem like she was his new world. 

All making it seem like his real world was nothing but a distant memory.

Feeling the night rising back up in his throat again, he ran to the restroom, ignoring the calls of the girl, newly awaken in his bed.

Everything that happened after his bathroom visit was a blur.

Despite her protests, his band members managed to get the girl out of the room. His only concern was talking to his love. Getting her to listen. 

But she wouldn’t answer.

She wouldn’t answer his calls, his bandmates calls, not even her friends. 

He had broken her. 

He already knew it. 

He didn’t even need to hear her voice to know she wouldn’t be the same girl he said goodbye to not even 8 hours before.

Now, 20 minutes later, he was boarding a plane back to Australia. He would be missing a show, but the boys understood. They knew how much he needed her. The fans probably wouldn’t understand, but one day they would.

Sitting on the plane, he felt numb. He had to fix this. No matter what happened, he would fix this. There was nothing that could stop him.

But what would he say?

There was a gnawing sensation growing in his stomach, making him scared. She had no reason to hear him out. He had broken his promise to her. He knew she could do so much better than him. Someone who was always there for her, not 5,241 miles away. Someone who could always be there to hold her, not make her smile through a computer screen. 

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the doubts. 

He wasn’t going to give up.

He had 16 hours to figure out what he was going to say to her. 

Even if reality wasn’t ready to face him, he was ready to face it.

At least he hoped he was.


Part 4

Bit of an addendum to that last post: when Hugo sets out that Fantine is innocent, he doesn’t mean she hasn’t committed pre-marital sex, or anything. That’s not the point he’s addressing. 

Valjean and Fantine, and so many characters in the book, are very definitely guilty of what they’re accused and convicted for, in the sense that they did commit those acts. Valjean DID steal a loaf of bread; Fantine DID sleep with Tholomyes before marriage (and later does become a prostitute).  Their claim to innocence and justice isn’t some legal matter of “ did they do it, y/n” . The point is WHY did they do it, what is the real harm, and who suffers for it. 

“ Let’s see where the fault crept in” says the book, in the Bishop’s voice,  and answers back  “ The faults of the weak are the faults of the strong”. 

“The guilty party is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”  THAT’S where Fantine is innocent; because she isn’t the one who confined her life and persecuted herself. It’s why Valjean didn’t “deserve”  his sentence, even though he did do what he was punished for doing.  The crimes of oppressed individual are the fault of the oppression, wherever it comes from. The Bishop says so, Valjean says so*, Enjolras says so**; the book’s main voices for spiritual, individual, and social conscience all call it out in various ways, repeatedly and explicitly. It’s one of the most frequently recurring points in the book! 

That anyone could get through this book and think it says “yep, we should totally blame the victim!” is BAFFLING–and maybe says some really disturbing things about just how much that idea is generally encouraged and accepted.

*the nettle speech 
** What Horizon

anonymous asked:

Hello there Miss Feli ~ :) uh, I'm not sure if you're still doing this but 3,7, and 54 if that's okay...

3: What is your character’s least favorite memory?

//Most are from WW2, but only because that’s the most recent. There are definitely a lot more from earlier years, but she has most likely forgotten about them. 

She really needs to start keeping a diary…

7: How does your character feel about their name?

//Meh. She doesn’t really think about it much. At first she thought it was cool (she was named after a Spanish King).

She tried to change it, but, her name never really bothered her that much anyway.

54: What is the saddest thing about your character’s life?

//I am noticing trend here…

…Seems like everyone she likes…

…Always leaves her…

…For someone else.

And so, Phili always feels like she’s not good enough to be worth staying for, (or be someone’s ‘no. 1′- cockblock!//bricked). 

I kinda headcanon that as one of Phili’s insecurities.

anonymous asked:

I think love is when you look forward to seeing so much you can't stop smiling, you miss them before they have to go. you spend so much time thinking about how to make them happy and things you want to do with them and only them. when you think about our future and suddenly it is so much brighter because they will be there. and in my case, when she is the only think that makes me want to live anymore. I love her. who do you love?

i think i love a boy who doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore. i’m happy that you’ve got someone to love, anon. i hope the best for both of you.

Abo Saleh, a Syrian Palestinian from Yarmouk, keeps this passport photo of his mother in his wallet. “I miss her so much,” he said. She was in Lebanon and he was stuck in Greece trying to get to Germany when this photo was taken.

Image and text by Holly Pickett, via Instagram. Germany, 2014.

“Thousands of displaced Syrians have made treacherous journeys across land and sea to the safe haven of Europe. But many here don’t want them. How are the new immigrants adapting and adjusting?”

Read more on this project by Pulitzer Center grantees Joanna Kakissis and Holly Pickett here. 

Salada is just being wrong. After so much love from that woman and you’re thinking Karin is your mother? Let’s be real Salada. We all know there is only 1 woman who could marry Sasuke and its about time you say sorry and acknowledge her as your mother no matter what picture you found. Salada I’m going to take a nap and when I wake up you better have had thanked Hinata for marrying Sasuke and having you. BECAUSE SASUSAKU AND SASUKARIN CANT COMPARE TO SASUHINA!!! I MISSED YOU SASUHINA!!!!!! Hinata probably has glasses but is hiding them. Like how she has kept her sex life with Sasuke hidden. All legit stuff.

anonymous asked:

What did willow told Zashleigh? I missed that

basically Willow and Sarah had an extensive convo about sticking together and all about the chop shop and about how Zach needs to go and stuff, and right after Willow went to Zashleigh and could’ve easily blown up Sarah’s spot but she pretty much covered Sarah’s ass by telling them that Sarah thinks the chop shop is over. She’s playing both sides but it seems like Willow will be more loyal to Sarah from here on out

Never thought I was going to make one of these posts but, here we are :)

This is my cousin Samantha

She’s  21, was born with Spina Bifida, and has no feeling or movement below her waist. Samantha is absolutely the sweetest girl, and, even though she’s older than me, I love her like a little sister.

She competes in the Special Olympics in bowling and track and is way better at swimming than I am. (She’s won medals for it. Like, so many my neck hurts when I put them on. It’s crazy.)

Last year she competed in the Miss Amazing Utah Pageant for the first time, and this year she competed again and won! :)

She’s been invited to the National Miss Amazing Pageant that takes place this July, but because of how much her medical bills cost for all of her sugerys and countless other things, she and her family need help getting the money to go.

It’s not much, and it will cover the cost of: airfare, hotel, van rental, pageant fees and such.

If you can donate, even just 5 or 10 dollars, it would really mean a lot. To all of us.

Thank you so much!!

Gruvia headcanon

Juvia finds out that Gray lied to her and she becomes very angry at Gray-sama. She then stops chasing after Gray and starts to avoid him.

While enjoying his “freedom” he slowly starts to realize how much he misses her.

He goes after her and confesses his love for her and apologizes. Juvia forgives him and throws herself into his arm. He wants to kiss her but Juvia stops him. Gray is surprised and asks what’s the problem. Juvia’s face redden : b-but Gray-sama please put some clothes on, Juvia can’t focus on her first kiss when Gray-sama is fully naked!

This picture almost made me cry. I’m gonna miss Nina so much on the show! she was amazing and still is. She was an important and big part of the show. That’s also the reason why I’m eager to know how the show will be without her. Elena gilbert, Katherine pierce and Tatia Petrova and Amara. She made them all special and amazing in their own way. The show will lose an amazing actress and, according to this picture, I think a great friend.

l.h. imagine ➢ cinderella a.u. (pt. 2)

A/N: loads of you requested part two of this AU, which is amazing! this is way overdue because i haven’t been online for a while, so i hope you enjoy it!

read part one here 


     “Oh the ball was so fantastic!”
     “The most amazing!”
     “Quiet now, girls, we wouldn’t want (Y/N) feeling jealous on how much fun you had last night, wait until she leaves the room!”
     I rolled my eyes secretly at my stepmother. Little did she know that I had the most amazing time last night, dancing the night away with Luke. I sighed quietly, I already missed him. 
     I snapped myself back to reality. I couldn’t miss someone I barely just met, could I? I picked up the empty plates from the table and scrubbed them furiously in the soapy water, humming the song I had danced to last night.
     After I had finished my chores, it was already half past three. Drizella, Anastasia, and my stepmother had gone out to the tailor to get more dresses, until they burst into the house shrieking.
    “I can’t believe it!” Anastasia screamed. 
    “What is it?” I asked, hurrying down the stairs. 
    “The prince is looking for the girl he danced with last night! The palace guard announced it this morning, he’s going to automatically marry her!” Drizellla exclaimed, jumping up and down with her sister.
     “Now girls,” Stepmother said loudly. “We have to make sure your feet can fit the slipper first, before they come to our house!”
      “What do you mean?” I asked curiously.
      “The prince said that foolish girl left one of her shoes at the ball! The palace is going to have the maidens in the kingdom try on the slipped she left and see who’s foot fits,” Anastasia explained. 
      I suddenly got excited. What if I got to see Luke if he came to our house? Then my heart sank. He thought I was a pretty young maiden, not a personal servant. How could he begin to even think about me?
      Anastasia and Drizella ran up the stairs, exclaiming in their delight.
      Stepmother eyed me. “I’m going to need you to take these upstairs.”
      “What upstairs?”
      She pointed outside at the carriage full of boxes of what they bought. She laughed and followed her daughters upstairs.
     “Oh, just imagine, the prince in our house! What if I get to try on the shoe?” I asked my mouse friends. They were busy eating a piece of leftover bread and cheese I brought up for them, watching me as I talked.
     “But of course, Stepmother would never let me even go downstairs in his presence.” I said sadly. I blew out the candle by my bed and pulled up the thin sheet, falling asleep to the little mice squeaking as they hurried out the window.
      The next day I went to the market, softly humming as I twirled in circles around the market square. The baker waved at me as I passed by. “Good morning!” I called as I continued walking. 
      Suddenly, I bumped into someone, knocking me off my feet.
      “Oh my, I’m sorry, I didn’t notice you while I was walking!” I said.
      The figure extended their hand. “Oh goodness, please, pardon me, I didn’t notice you walking.”
       I smiled softly as I took their hand and helped me up. I almost jumped out of my skin. I had bumped into the prince!
       “I’m so sorry, Your Highness!” I said, curtsying.
       “Oh please, it’s fine,” he said smiling. My heart melted. He looked just as amazing now as he did the night of the ball.
       He took a closer look at my face, then shook his head as if he had dozed off. “Apologies, miss, it just seems you look like a familiar face.”
       “I-it’s alright, Your Highness.”
       Before he could look anymore, I hurried past him and to the next shop.
       The day arrived when the prince and his guards stopped at our house. As I expected, Stepmother locked me in the attic so they wouldn’t know we had a third maiden living in our house. I heard the cries of pain of my sisters as they tried to fit the shoe on.
       “It’s not going to fit, my lady!” the shoes man cried.
       “It will, I swear!” I heard Anastasia yell. I laughed a little, sitting by the windowsill.
       The window was open to let a breeze come in through the dusty, stuffy attic. Summer was almost here, which meant the attic would get much hotter as the months went by. I started to hum again as I fed one of the mice crumbs from a jam cookie I took from breakfast.
        After a good fifteen minutes, the shoes man just decided to take the shoe back from the both of them. “Obviously, none of you can fit the shoe, so you need to stop trying!” he snapped.
       “Your Highness, those are the last girls in the kingdom, how do you expect to find your bride now?”
       “We must keep looking! I know she’s out there somewhere!” Luke frustratingly exclaimed. Three guards were sent out to the rest of the forest to see if there were any houses around the outskirts.
       “Are you sure you don’t have any more daughters, miss?” the head guard asked.
       “Yes, I’m sure I only have two,” she answered quickly. “Anastasia and Drizella are the only two children I ever had, their father died when they were small-”
       “My condolences, my lady,” the guard said. “We must leave, Your Highness.”
       Luke sighed, running one of his gloved hands through his blond hair. “If you insist, we’ll head back to the palace.”
      I watched as they walked to their horses, which were right under my window. I forgot I wasn’t supposed to be seen! I quickly slammed the window, immediately regretting my decision.
      “What was that?” Luke asked, pointing at the window. “Someone is up there!”
      “No, Your Highness, I assure you, it’s probably that dreaded cat again!” Stepmother said, stepping in front of him as he walked towards the door.
      “Like cats can close windows, now if you excuse me,” he pushed her out of the way and fled through the doors.
     I started to panic. He was headed up the attic! I heard the footsteps of people running up the staircases to the attic door. I paced the room, trying to calm myself.
     There was a stop at the door. “Is someone in there?” Luke asked, knocking on the door.
     “My lady, open this door at once.”
     “I can’t do that! I don’t have a key!” Stepmother lied. I grimaced, she always had a key around her neck.
     “Fine. Guards, break down this door.”
     My eyes grew wide. They wouldn’t do that, would they?
     Suddenly, there was a loud band and the door fell, I backed up trying not to get hit with flying pieces of wood.
     Standing in the doorway was a guard, who stepped out of the way for the prince. Luke stood there in disbelief. 
     “You do have another daughter!” he exclaimed loudly at Stepmother.
     “To be fair, she’s a stepdaughter.” 
     Luke rolled his eyes and ran to me.
     “You, you’re the girl from the market, I knew I recognized you from somewhere!” He grinned, grabbing my hands. I couldn’t help but smile at his joy.
     “Please, someone bring the shoe here,” he called.
     The shoes man stepped forward from the crowd of people by the door. I sat on the edge of my rickety old bed, heart beating loudly. He slipped on the shoe, which was a perfect fit. I smiled a little.
     The prince jumped in the air, yelling with delight. “Dear lord, I’ve found her, I’ve really found her!” He ran to me, cupping my face with his hands.
     I was speechless, the whole attic erupted with screams of joy and celebration. Guards were sighing with relief and celebrating. Stepmother was trying to object, but you couldn’t hear her over the loud noises.
     “Now, please tell me your name, for I can’t marry a girl who I don’t know.”
     I laughed, trying not to cry. “(Y/N), that’s my name.”
     “(Y/N), it’s safe to say, I’m in love.” I didn’t let go of his hands.
     He touched my face and kissed me, right in front of everyone. I didn’t hold it back anymore. Tears streamed down my face as I wrapped my arms around the prince’s neck. There were claps and a wave of “aw”s. 
     “Now, Miss (Y/N), will you do me the honor of escorting you back to the palace?” He bowed and extended his hand. I noticed he was crying as well.
     “Of course, I’d love that,” I said, taking his hand again. “Luke.” I added at the end.
     Luke laughed, kissing the corner of my head. The doorway was cleared as he lead me down the stairs and through the door.
     “Wait! You can’t take her! She’s my stepdaughter!” Stepmother protested as I sat in the carriage, the door still hanging open.
     “Well, now she’s marrying me, she’ll be royalty, and a princess can’t stay in a household like this, right?” Luke laughed and joined me in the carriage.
    “You are going to marry me, right?” he asked nervously, looking over at my tear-stained face.
    I laughed. “Only a fool would say no.”
    We kissed as the carriage started moving, leaving the dreadfulness of my past life behind and headed towards my new one with the prince.


A/N: I ALMOST CRIED WRITING THIS OKAY, IT SEEMED TOO REAL. Thank you for reading, please excuse any typos I made while typing, it’s pretty late and I’m kind of tired. Let me know how you felt about it in my ask, and make sure to request some stuff too!

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All the problems with movie!Ron, in contrast to canon!Ron, can be summed up in the portrayal of Snape’s Defense Against the Dark Arts (werewolves) class in PoA:


“That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger,” said Snape coolly. “Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all.”
Hermione went very red, put down her hand, and stared at the floor with her eyes full of tears. It was a mark of how much the class loathed Snape that they were all glaring at him, because every one of them had called Hermione a know-it-all at least once, and Ron, who told Hermione she was a know-it-all at least twice a week, said loudly, “You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don’t want to be told?”
The class knew instantly he’d gone too far. Snape advanced on Ron slowly, and the room held its breath.
“Detention, Weasley,” Snape said silkily, his face very close to Ron’s. “And if I ever hear you criticize the way I teach a class again, you will be very sorry indeed.


Snape: Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Are you incapable of restraining yourself, or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all? [Hermione looks hurt]
Ron: He’s got a point, you know.
Snape: Five points from Gryffindor! As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk by Monday morning, two rolls of parchment on the werewolf, with particular emphasis on recognizing it.

In the books, Ron sticks up for Hermione, against a teacher who abuses his authority by bullying students. In the movies, Ron just adds salt to the wounds and rubs it in.

And there are of course many other moments where Ron acts completely different than in the books.

Oneliner ||Run,Baby, Run ||Christana

late Tuesday night: 11:00 pm

Santana had been in town for a least a  week now and it seem that all of old routines that she use to do before she left for Japan. She truly did miss her late night runs at the lake because she was always able to think things through and figure out how her life has been so far. And so far she was able to fix one of her friendships and she was starting to think that maybe there is a good chance she can fix her friendship with everyone else. She just needed to show them how much she loved them and wanted to make things work between them. She did some last minute stretches of her arms and legs thinking about how she couldn’t even tell her own boyfriend that she was back into town and the only reason she could come up with was the fact that every time they talked now it always ended up in an argument about her feelings Chris. she knew that she could never stop loving Chris her feelings were to strong for her to just act as if she didn’t. But what Artie fail to see is that even if she still loved Chris she knew it wasn’t healthy for her or Chris to be together and that she still loved him and wanted to be with him, so she kept thinking. She sighed as she put her head phones in with her music blaring, trying not to think about Artie or Chris. She ran down the pathway feeling her heart started to pound each time her feet faster against the pavement using the music as a motivator to go even faster.