and then when he grew up

There was a lizard with an absurdly round head in my room. I had to get him out before the larger animals found him but every time I tried to pick him up, he threw his head back and growled like a dog.  When I could finally pick him up, he would shiver in my arms.  I took him outside and asked my mom where I should put him and she told me to leave him where the lily pads grew.  I said “You…want me to throw him in the pool?” and she rolled her eyes and said “Very funny.  You know where the lily pads are.”

So, I take him to the lilypads which were growing out of the ground at the base of the pool and set the lizard down.  His right eye kept falling out and regenerating really quickly.  There were about five little lizard eyeballs on the ground before I told him to keep his eye sockets closed until the tissues holding his eye in his skull could regenerate too, to hold his eye in place again.

Biggie, English Bulldog (2 y/o), Prince & Mulberry St., New York, NY • “We both love snacks and napping – we have similar interests. I’ve been walking him for six months now. I grew up in Minnesota and always had a dog in the family. When I moved to New York I lived in a shoe box and couldn’t have my own dog, so being a walker has been amazing. He’s very stubborn – if you want to go one way he’ll always want to go another way.”

The serie NARUTO is about A BOY who’s dream it to be a hokage. Everything was perfect till the ORIGINALLY END of the Anime. We all loved a clan. We were exerting when the first exams began every girls first crush was sasuke.. We grow up ad see how sasuke hated then began to understand and than adored itachi we hated him at first butwe cried like a river when we knew his story we grew up with Jiraya sensei being the funny guy who was there and believed in Naruto like no one else did we saw them have a bond like father and son we cried crazy when pain and his 6 man killed him we cried when tsunade couldn’t take the pain anymore there where times when we count ourselves in one of them member of akatsuki… We where so proud of Naruto when he tried to bring back sasuke and had every nation against him we where proud everytime Naruto turned a enemy into a friend… We wanted to hug him so bad when he was alone in his room and needed fiends… Even if people (including me) hated her we knew that sakura was one of the strongest in the village she rescued so many lives by her own. We where there when Jiraya teached Naruto the rasengan and we where there when he teached it to Konohamaru. We get so frustrated when asuma sensei died and said he’s finally words, when tsunade saw her first love at the war the way Naruto rescued and opened Gaara’s heart wa so emotional. The biggest reason to cry in a ocean was the uzumaki family reunion when he saw his father and punched him and told him that he was all alone all time, when he saw his mum and Kushina is a damn legend… The time Minato was at the war and said goodbye to him on his birthday was the day I realised how important Naruto was to me, how many things I went through with it, how many times I cried I worried I hated… I WONT ACCEPT THIS ENDING NARUTO ENDED AT THE SASUKE- NARUTO FIGHT… THANK YOU FOR ALL THESE YEARS…


@ karamel shippers

Abuse comes in so many formats. I’m sure that 90% of you know this but it seems like a lot of you enjoy ignoring it when the perpetrator is someone white and attractive. 

As someone who’s survived abuse, in all of its forms, I find it utterly damning that a character like Mon-El is given so much screen time. Why? 

Because as a child, I grew up with a mentally unwell, alcoholic mother and her husband who wasn’t my biological father. He became abusive very early into their relationship but not physically. He would slowly but surely cut her off from all of her friends, telling her that she wasn’t of worth. He’d subtly plant these seeds of doubt within her mind that maybe she wasn’t enough, that she needed to be cared for 24/7 because she, as a woman, just wasn’t strong enough which left her with a lot of shame and fear of her own feelings. She grew increasingly and scarily unwell. He never listened to a single word my Mum said, often going against her explicit wishes and doing things she’d told him she wasn’t happy/comfortable with. She felt like her voice didn’t mean anything anymore but she relied so heavily on his love since he had convinced her she needed it. 

He slowly morphed into a far more aggressive abuser and would often hurt her physically, even then moving on to hurting me physically too. At my young age, I didn’t know much but I knew it hurt and I knew I was scared. I saw my friends at school and they didn’t have bruises. Their parents were happy. My Mum was hollowed out, broken down and beaten. I started to think something was wrong, that maybe I should tell someone 

but then 

I started sitting with my Mum in the evenings and watching the TV shows she watched. There was a couple on this one show and the husband wasn’t very nice at all. He said horrible things to his wife, just like the things my Mum was told. He hurt his wife, constantly and yet in this show she didn’t fight back. She said she deserved it and that he was right. She didn’t leave him. Not only did she not leave, she apologised to him and they told each other that they loved them. He caressed her face, the wounds he’d created, kissed her tears away and cuddled her. Just like my Mums husband would do to her. I saw 2 shows that had this exact story line, there were no concerned friends saying that maybe these women should get out of these relationships. They were just excusing the behavior with admissions of love and care. 

I saw that on television and thought to myself: “Maybe this is normal now. Maybe this is just what happens when people love each other.” I saw it in movies, I saw it in books, I saw it on TV and I saw it in real life.

My Mums husband would tell me that he got angry because “I love your Mummy so much that sometimes I get angry. But she makes me a better man which is why it’s okay.” and I believed him. I still believed him when he told me the same thing as I grew older and he treated me worse. “It must mean he loves me. Like that man on TV with his wife or the man in the movie with his children. They do it out of love. We make these people better.” 

I still believed this theory when he attacked my Mum & I after he had too much to drink.
I still believed this theory when he’d monitor what I ate, calling me names and picking out my flaws because he “only wanted the best for me.” 
I still believed this theory when he got in my bed when I was just 8 years old. 
I still believed this theory when he beat me black and blue for leaving a towel on my bedroom floor. 

“I deserve this.” I thought. “I should have done as I was told. He’s only doing this because he loves me.” 

This went on until I was late teens and I moved out, became homeless and have since rebuilt my life but it haunts me every day and I still live parts of it now.

I still believed this theory when I dated a guy who treated me scarily similar to how Mon-El treats Kara. I was guilt tripped into loving him, because he’d cry and get angry and throw things when I rejected his advances. “He must love me, he wouldn’t be like this otherwise.” and so I stayed. It went so far that I was genuinely afraid of what he’d do if I left him. He was incredibly misogynistic, constantly objectified women, would always cheat on me with random girls or even sometimes my “friends.” and then make me feel guilty for being upset with him. I, like my mother, was made to feel like I was “less than” because of my gender. He didn’t listen to me, ever, and didn’t have enough respect for my opinion to take it into account.
Our entire relationship was based around him saying I “made him better” or “I made him a far better man” and I believed that was my job. 

I grew up around abuse representation that was so backwards. I grew up watching men and women stay in relationships that weren’t healthy for the sake of a plot or a romantic pairing for another overpriced movie. I grew up around a culture of abuse apologists and it became my new normal. 

People that cry “abuse!!” whenever Kara and Mon-El interact are actually right and well founded. I can see a million red flags within their interactions from my own experiences. For little girls and boys who watch this show and look up to Kara, it’s incredibly dangerous to encourage this kind of viewing. Don’t make this the “new normal.”

Educate these kids to realise that if someone: 

- Doesn’t respect their voice 
- Doesn’t listen to them 
- Does things they aren’t comfortable with 
- Belittles them behind closed doors or in company
- Uses aggression or physical harm to intimidate them 
- Objectifies any gender for any reason 
- Lies to them regularly 
- Guilt trips them into doing whatever the other person wants them to do
- Invades their safe spaces, or even their personal space 
- Treats them as unequal or even unworthy 
- Uses “love” as an excuse for doing awful things 
- Puts the weight of their wrongdoings in the hands of their partners 

They need to speak to somebody they trust and assess their relationship and their personal safety. It is not worth teaching these kids that if someone loves you, everything else is irrelevant. 

They are a generation of minds that are still being shaped. Shape them properly. 

If anyone reads this and needs to talk to someone who understands, I am ALWAYS here for you. Day or night. You are NOT alone, you are worthy and I love you. 

anonymous asked:

So I don't know if this is a good idea or a bad idea but...a YoI Sabrina AU?


Yuuri grew up the son of a chauffeur to a rich family. He has always crushed on Victor Nikiforov from afar, with his luxuries and silver hair. When he grows older, he moves away, and when he returns he sees that Victor is still around and they fall in love. Yurio is Victor’s little brother who is protective of Yuuri but also pretends not to be and Yakov is the rich father/adoptive father.

anonymous asked:

Add(MM)xAra(YR) fluff? ^^

“Add~” Ara whined, wrapping her arms around an Add who was too busy on his research to focus on her. “Let’s go out!”

His reply was a deadpan “No”, hurting Ara’s spirits immensely. She still squeezed her arms around his shoulders tightly. Noticing this, Add continued, “After I finish with this install…”

Ara sulked for a little bit while she thought about Add’s words. With an idea in mind, she grew a smile, and shook Add more to get his attention. Grumbling, he turned to face her and sighed out, “What is it?”

“Do you want me to help you Add?” She stared up at him hopefully, with her orange bright eyes. Add rubbed his dark, tired ones, he knew he could use some help. But Ara? Her face turned to one of worry when she saw him yawn.

“I mean, rest is important you know…”  

Perhaps he was too exhausted to care, or it was Ara’s insistence, whatever it was he gave Ara instructions on what new material to get and sent her off before he dozed off on his desk. His final thoughts before he lost consciousness was about how Ara would mess up the lab again…

Add woke to a surprise. The entire room was unchanged, except the new pile of scrap metal on the floor near him. On another chair nearby sat Ara, who perked up at the sight of Add stirring awake. Stepping next to Add, she gave him a wide grin.

“I didn’t mess up anything this time!”

Add couldn’t resist chuckling at her being happy at such a trivial achievement. It was adorable, he realized, and reached up to stroke her hair. The pile of scrap metal was impressive too, she must have been out quite a while.

Watching her yawn made him wave her away. “Go sleep, Ara. We can go out when you’ve rested enough.”


This is gonna be a really cheesy, nerdy post and also outside of my usual topics, but I have to acknowledge something.

Naruto Shippuden aired its final episode today. 

I bought this Konoha forehead protector 12 years ago at the first convention I ever went to. I was 14. It was too big. I didn’t care. I was a giant nerd in the middle of my mega anime fan phase and I had just started watching this new series called Naruto. My friends and I all loved it. It was all we talked about.

Eventually I grew out of anime, but Naruto stuck with me. While I haven’t watched every single episode or read every single chapter, I’ve kept up with it. For 12 years. Something about the characters just kept me interested. They all had goals and dreams and were constantly growing and changing and moving closer to achieving those dreams.

Naruto grew up with me. He was 12 when I was 12. When he became a teenager, so did I. Now he’s an adult and I am too. There’s something very special about that. I know that the manga ended a few years ago, but the anime ending is something very different. It was my introduction to the series and my primary way of viewing it.

Growing up with these characters gave me so much. Confidence, trust in others, love for my friends and family, and the drive to pursue my dreams and never give up. If Naruto can start out as this screwup kid that his entire hometown hated and end up as the beloved hero and leader of the village, then I can achieve my dreams too.

I know it’s dumb, but I watched that final episode today and cried. They’ve all come so far, and I’ve come so far.

That forehead protector finally fits.

Spy - James Delaney

Originally posted by dawn-quijote

Request: Hi! Could I request a Taboo imagine were y/n is a spy following James and he catches her, but before he can kill her he realises she’s a woman and can’t bring himself to do it, then somehow she ends up helping him an joining his side??

Forbidden | Spy - James Delaney

You spent ten years in the Magdalene Laundry. First as a ward and then as you grew older, as a nurse. Even when it became possible for you to leave the asylum you stayed. There was nothing left for you in London. You had received word from Brace years earlier when James left for Africa and again when word came to the Delaney’s that his ship had gone down with no survivors. It wasn’t until Brace wrote to you telling you that Horace was sick did you finally come home.  

The house looked the same but weathered. Memories of the last time you were in the house played through your mind as you stepped out of the carriage this time. You knocked on the door, feeling out of place. This had been your home since you were five years old and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to walk through the front door.  

The door opened, Brace standing there looking older and more broken than the last time you had seen him. “Brace.”  

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Hurry Up and Wait

I have been having lots of Shou thoughts recently, and wanted to try my hand at writing him. I’ve also lately been really appreciating and admiring how kind Mob’s character is - it takes a really good person to forgive as easily and often as he does, and his kindness has a visible effect in the mp100 universe. I feel like maybe Shou could use some of that kindness.

Shou glared down at the sign sticking out of the building he perched on as though he was waiting for its response to a question.

Unsurprisingly, being an inanimate wooden sign, it was not forthcoming with any answers.

When the words “Spirits and Such” grew hard to see in the glare of the angry sunset and still showed no inclination to morph into a magical solution to his problems, Shou sighed. He sprawled back on the edge of the roof, staring up at the brilliantly orange and purple sky.

He was bored. He was frustrated. He was angry. And ultimately, he was indecisive, which was where most of the other feelings were stemming from. Every cell of his being was vibrating, telling him to go, to move, to do something. His plan to overthrow his father’s organization had failed, but thanks to a fluke, it had been overthrown just the same. However, instead of the satisfying end of his father’s ambitions and a reuniting of his family, Pops was now locked up somewhere in a high-security government facility. Shou needed to get reorganized, make new plans, and get started on enacting them.  

But for the first time since he could remember, he didn’t know what to do. Every scheme he imagined failed to coalesce in his mind as he vacillated from one goal to the next. Should he go after his pops himself? Figure out a way to bust him out, while somehow securing a promise that he was done with his aspirations of grandeur? Or should he leave him to whatever government facility he was in, and to hell with him? He’d lost sight of his own self-appointed purpose in the world when he had failed to beat his father; if he was brutally honest with himself, it had severely shaken his confidence. He was tired of going and going, trying and trying, and not making any apparent difference.

And his emotions, instead of driving him with purpose as they once had, were now also tangling up his decision-making process, gunking up the cogs of his churning brain. As much as he hated to acknowledge it, he’d finally decided he needed to consult someone else on what to do next about the man he’d spent months planning to defeat, and then failed to do so so spectactularly.

He’d considered and then immediately discarded the idea of asking his mother. Serizawa, his second choice, was maybe not the most clear-headed when it came to his pops. Yet, Serizawa also knew his father better than almost any other adult Shou could talk to. And who knew; since he was at the office anyway, maybe that weird non-esper who was now Serizawa’s employer might have something interesting to say, too.

Now, if he could just convince himself that going in there and admitting he needed help was really the only option left to him-

“Suzuki-kun? What are you doing up here?”

Shou started, leaping to his feet. He wasn’t used to being the one snuck up on, and thoroughly did not appreciate it. He turned to face the direction the voice had come from.

Shigeo Kageyama peered back at him from beneath straight black bangs with an expression of mild curiosity.

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  • someone: why are you crying
  • me: oh no reason. just watched the last episode of an anime i practically grew up with. about a boy trying to make it in the world. i watched him fail. i watched him succeed. he was a brat when i first saw him. i watched him struggle to make a name for himself, he worked so hard. i watched him make friends along the way. he taught me to never give up and follow your dreams. actually they all taught me so many life lessons. everyone had their own obstacles to overcome. i watched every single one of them from the lowest points in their lives to the highest. even when things seemed impossible they made it through and that truly made a huge difference in my life. and now their journey has finally come to an end...this anime means more to me than you think and now its over. no big deal.

( Okay but please Imagine Dilan within the first year of moving to Radiant Garden trying to get used to customs that are different than the Eurasian ones he grew up with– this includes kissing people (even other men) you’re close with on both cheeks in greeting–

Just imagine poor Braig and Aeleus having to get used to that, especially when Dilan has had a few drinks.

Fucking bless.
Someone to Love - Ch. 20
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Male Shepard/Kaidan Alenko

Summary: John Shepard grew up on the streets, never knowing what it meant to be loved. When he reaches the pinnacle of his career as the first human Spectre, he begins to think he’s destined to be alone for the rest of his life.

Ch. 20: In which John and Kaidan attempt to have a date. 

anonymous asked:

I'm surprised you like Justin Bieber cause his response to rape is "Well things happen."

that’s actually terrible, he said that 7 years ago and i hope he’s changed since then. honestly i don’t pay attention to bieber and his personal antics, or really any celebrity because i think they’re all problematic. i just really like his music because i grew up with it. like i can probably associate every big moment in my life with one of his songs that was popular at the time and i listen to his tracks when i’m anxious and they make me feel better. when people say he’s a shit person, i don’t defend him because it’s true 👀. he’s also had history of cultural appropriation and doesn’t recognize the privilege he has when dealing with his mental illness, which is all bad.

This took SO fucking long to do good god

Worth it tho

Okay so this is Slug (left, real name Hasse Bernfield) and Whit (right, real name Shawn Jackson), who are among the younger members of Delsin’s group.  They grew up in the same town after being brought to the planet along with their families (Slug’s were miners, Whit’s were rich af corporate types).  Slug’s parents died in an accident but he refused to be adopted into any of the other families, becoming a sort of neighbourhood bully and stealing food and money and stuff.  Whit didn’t have many friend for their own reasons, but after nearly shooting Slug in the head when Slug tried to mug them they became fast friends.

Slug likes painting and not talking about his feelings and Whit likes plants and making sure that EVERYONE knows their feelings.

lunalayn  asked:

Hello :) I was wondering if I could request a fic where the reader is Aurelio's niece who grew up in his chop shop and one day she needs protection because of some assassin business so Aurelio hires John to be her protector then somewhere along the line he falls in love with her but he's conflicted since she's a bit younger than him but in the end when she's almost killed he decides he doesn't care about anything but making sure she's never hurt again... Hope this isn't too much Thanks <3

Ohhhhh I wanna write this now but Im going according to who asked first…. Bummer.


XoXo Cookie

what if it seems like batman has safehouses all over the country because he’s a paranoid maniac always ready to go into hiding in iowa, but actually he just goes on a lot of business trips for his day job and when he sees a cute house he buys it and stays there. he grew up in a big mansion with a butler, a house with only three rooms is like camping for him. he thinks it’s fun. he gets to play house and eat cereal for dinner. the flash accidentally committed some light treason and needs to lay low for a while so batman sets him up at this little place in maine. flash is like “wow he really does plan for everything” but no, he just saw an old queen anne with green shingle siding and white accents and he couldn’t help himself. it had a wraparound porch and a spire. a spire. technically it wasn’t in his carefully alloted ‘whims’ budget but he sold an extra yacht to make room. “geeze bats i get that it’s a safehouse but couldn’t you have stocked the pantry with something besides kix and peanut butter?” flash asks. “they’re shelf stable,” batman says, as if that is why he bought those things, as if this is not just What He Does when alfred leaves him unsupervised.

Useless Things I Know About Scooby-Doo: The Original Series That Are Actually Canon:

1. Shaggy Rogers is a vegetarian

2: Shaggy was called “Buzz” until his 10th birthday

3: Shaggy has a collection of 653 decorator belt buckles and he wears a different buckle every episode, you just can’t see it

4: Shaggy started collecting belt buckles to combat his Scooby-Snack addiction related weight problems

5: Shaggy’s actual name is Norville

6: Shaggy found the Mystery Machine

7: Shaggy is a talented gymnast

8: Daphne wanted to be a supermodel or detective when she grew up

9: Daphne gets straight A’s in school

10: Daphne regularly loses dates because she leaves them to solve mysteries

11: Daphne’s Dad, George Blake, gave the gang a 100 dollar check to get started 

12: Velma came up with the phrase “Jinkes” on the fly

13: Velma used to say “oh my” before she said Jinkes

14: Velma’s has hundreds of awards for outstanding achievements in school

15: Fred is a bass and sings from the opera Showboat when the team gets scared

16: Fred’s nickname is “Pickles” according to his school yearbook

17: Fred traveled with a performance crew as an actor before deciding to be a detective

18: Fred wants to be a mystery writer

19: Scooby’s full name is Scoobert Doo

20: Scooby Doo has a limited number of phrases he can say and has to act out anything that can’t be explained simply

21: The gang thought Scooby’s speaking was strange at first, but decided it “really wasn’t a big deal”

22: Before they had the Mystery Machine the gang used to pay their parents gas money to drive them around

BONUS: The series was supposed to be about a band who went around solving mysteries, but that completely changed when Scooby-Doo got added to the cast and became the title character

can i just say something?

when I was a kid, I told my mom that I wanted to be an actress when I grew up. You know what she told me?

She said, “sure, but you’re going to have to do it in China. America won’t hire you if you’re Asian.”

And that was it for that dream. 

Of course, that was just a phase - one of many, one I would’ve gotten over anyway. But what she said stuck to me. You’re going to have to act in China, because America doesn’t hire Asians.

And if there’s anything I learned over these years, it’s that she was right. Asian-Americans don’t get to see ourselves on screen. We don’t get to read about our deeds. And we get pissed. We complain, we shout, and people dismiss us because, oh, “the Japanese are okay with Ghost in the Shell”, and “I’ve heard that mainland Chinese are perfectly fine with Iron Fist.” Well, great for them. This isn’t about them.

This is about us. Asian-Americans. Asian-Canadians. Asian-Australians. Asian hyphen something. And the Asians in Asia don’t understand - because they can’t. They’re surrounded by media portrayals of them. They never have to fight for representation because it’s always there. They have no idea what it’s like to live in a country that sees you as other, and then to have to go back to your home country, to have your parents tell you “this is you, this is your culture, your heritage” and you look upon the faces of your family and you see nothing of yourself in them. 

Asian-Americans are not the same as Asians who live in Asia. We live in a different culture. Our values, our beliefs, the experiences that shape our lives are separate. 

We want to see ourselves in western media because it’s what we grew up with. It’s what surrounds us. Sure, we can watch K-dramas and anime and Chinese/Taiwanese/Japanese/whatever dramas, and a lot of us do, but it’s still not us

We shouldn’t have to go watch Asian dramas just to see a part of us represented. We shouldn’t have to move to Asia just to be hired. 

We deserve to represent, and be represented, as ourselves.