apologies if this one has been done before

“May I sit in your lap?”
I don’t have a chance to reply,
Before her mother swoops in,
To “fix” the situation.
“Why are you in a wheelchair?”
I am cut off by a father,
“Don’t ask that! It’s rude!”
The child apologizes in a small murmur
“I love your hair
and your wheelchair!”
I want to say thank you,
But a parent apologizes,
Before I can get it through
my still clinched teeth.
There’s only been one time
a child has commented
my disability,
And their parents not
Telling them no.

The parents asked me
If they were bothering me.
I said no,
And the little kid,
She made a friend.

The problem is not your kids,
It’s you teaching them,
Everything they’ve done,
Or said,
To disabled people,
Was wrong.
If you could back off,
I will treat them the same
As you would.
Except maybe I’ll be nicer.
And they will treat me
Like a human being.

—  Lei, February 2, 2016

Request: Hi! Can you please do an imagine where the reader first comes up in the maze and when Gally jumps into the box, she beats him up and Newt got sent down to convince her they aren’t dangerous? It would be nice if you could include a part where he gives her a tour and they feel something towards each other, but they are both too scared to admit it, but I know you’re busy so I wouldn’t mind if it got excluded. Maybe things could get a little heated if that’s okay with you…..

I know this is well overdue. I am so extremely sorry for being so late with my imagines. I know I asked for requests and disappeared just like that, but due to sudden unavoidable circumstances have I been inactive on Tumblr and only now started to write my long list of requested imagines. I promise I’ll get them done as soon as I can.

About this one… I kind of made Newt and the reader know each other before, because I couldn’t see such a quick connection without familiarity. I hope you don’t mind and that this imagine has lived up to your expectations. And again I apologize for the delay.

You blinked a few times, willing all of this to go away. Where were you? What were you doing here? Who were all these boys? Who were you?

You shook your head, denying everything. Why couldn’t you remember who you were?

Your thoughts were cut short as a boy jumped into the pit you were in. He was seventeen, maybe eighteen, with rough hands and a disgusting nose. You felt threatened.

“Hello?” he said, edging towards you. “I know you’re probably confused and sca-”  

You lunged at him before he could finish. Your arms and legs were flailing wildly, and your fist made contact with his jaw. He let out a guttural scream but they were cut short as you kneed his thigh. He doubled over and you kicked him.


And again.

Suddenly arms were pulling you back, dragging you away. Several, actually. You thrashed and swung your limbs only to have more hands stopping you. The boy- Gally, as you heard someone call him- was lying on his side and groaning, blood dribbling from his mouth as people tended to him. You felt guilty for a second, but survival instincts and panic took over your gut. You screamed at tried to squirm your way out of these people’s grasps.  

“It’s okay.” Someone said. The calmness of his voice made you falter and look up.

Two warm brown eyes stared deeply at you. “It’s alright. Everything’s okay.” The voice murmured, soothing you. A thumb gently rubbed your elbows, causing ripples of calm to pulse through your body. “You’re safe. No one’s going to hurt you.”

You felt clutching hands letting you go and only two still clasping your forearms.

You stilled and look fully at the boy holding you. He was tall, with soft sandy hair and thin orange lips, a tranquil and at the same time concerned look on his face. You felt yourself trust him almost immediately.

“You promise?” you whispered, hearing your voice for the first time.

“I promise.” He replied, squeezing your hand reassuringly.


“This here is the homestead, and there we have the fields.” said Newt; the boy who calmed you that other day in the box. He was giving you a tour of the Glade, the place you landed in with no recalling of how you got here. Or before that for the matter.

“What’s that?” you asked, pointing at the vertical large gap in the seemingly walled up site.

Newt’s expression turned dark. “It’s an entrance.” He replied.

“To where?”

“The maze.”

You gave him a questioning look.

“All in good time.” He said, patting your shoulder. You felt butterflies churn in your stomach when he touched you. You fended them off. You just met him, right? But you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you knew him before, like… you had a connection. Each time you smiled at each other it was like electricity hummed in the air.

“Just don’t go in there unless you want to be torn apart and eaten by loud and unseen creatures.” He said, causing you to snap back from your thoughts.

You furrowed your eyebrows and he laughed, even though there was an edge to his tone.

“Moving on.”

He guided you through the fields explaining about the rules as much as he could. You weren’t really paying attention to his words. All you could think about was that cute accent in his voice, which sounded so familiar, the way he ran his hands through his fluffy, gorgeous hair, the way his arms contracted when he walked that tuned his biceps… until he stopped talking.

He smiled, and you blushed knowing that he knew that you were checking him out.

Sort of.

You suddenly found the grass very interesting. You poked at it with your foot, refusing to look up.

He laughed, causing you to frown. “What?”

“Nothing.” He replied. He met your gaze and smiled. “You’re cute when you blush.”  

You reddened even further.

“This might sound strange, but I feel like…” he furrowed his eyebrows and sighed. “Forget it, it’s probably nothing.”

He continued showing you around the Glade, and all you could do was debate in your head about whether or not to tell him about the familiarity which you felt. After a while you decided not to, scared that he might think you were delusional. But you could almost swear he felt it too.


It had almost been a week since you had come to the Glade. By now you had grown accustomed to it and its rules. But not your feelings towards Newt. The connection between you two only seemed to grow which wouldn’t have been a bad thing if he admitted that he felt something too. You could almost hear the hum of electricity when you were around him.

Like right now, for instance.

“Pass me that box, Y/N?” he said.

You were helping him arrange some supplies in the homestead. You hadn’t got an official job yet so you just helped around here and there.

“When’s more stuff coming up?” you asked, handing him the box.

“After about three weeks.” He replied.

Newt reached for a shelf but abruptly slipped. You instinctively reached for him, only to result in you tripping and bumping into him; which in turn caused him to fall and land on top of you.

You blinked, your head slightly throbbing from hitting the floor. Your gaze came into focus, and you realized that Newt’s body was pressed against yours, his face only centimetres away. You blushed.

“I’m so sorry.” He grunted, attempting to get up.

All you could do was redden at the proximity of your bodies, your heart beating faster. His arms were on both sides of your head, his cascading locks brushing your brow, the pressure of his body causing you to let out a small gasp.

Newt stopped struggling and gazed at you, then your lips. You found yourself staring at his too.

You moaned as his lips moved against yours. Your arms circled his neck, kissing him back, letting out all your feelings into that embrace. Heat coursed through your body, and the feeling of his arms tightening around you as you rolled on the floor caused you to deepen the kiss. His tongue traced yours and youmoaned. He suddenly pulled back and both of you gasped.

You traced your fingertips along the back of his neck.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” He said, cupping your cheek with one hand as you sat up. “Ever since I first saw you, I had this feeling that I knew you before, like you meant something to me.” His thumb ran gently across your jaw line. “I felt this connection, this protectiveness over you. I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I think… I think there was something between us before, before all this.”

You leaned into his touch and lightly pecked the tips of his fingers. “I felt the same way too. This familiar feeling came over me each time I saw you. I think you’re right.” You felt the corners of your mouth lift. “There was something between us before.”

Newt studied you intently. “What about now?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, pretending to think deeply. “What do you want us to be?”

“I don’t know…” he said playfully, leaning in. “A couple, maybe?”

You smirked. “Maybe.”

You will know an abuser by their need to always, always have something on you. Abusers hate apologizing because they hate the idea that they would owe you anything, because that shifts the power dynamic so they are no longer in complete control. They will convince you you deserve their abuse because you said or did something Bad - usually what you actually did will be outright made up by them. IF they are cornered into apologizing - if they realize they’ve crossed a line and you might leave, or if someone else witnesses them abusing you and calls them on their behavior - they will play their apology for a minute or two, they will do a honeymoon period of being nice to you or just letting the conflict ease up, so you let your guard down, and then they will come up with another (usually made up) offense that you’ve committed to justify escalating their abuse, because now you’ve made them apologize and you’re STILL being Bad so the very fact that they had to apologize becomes a weapon against you. Abusers see any conflict as a game of one-upmanship rather than a dialogue where there might be some sort of equitable outcome. Everything has a winner and a loser and if they don’t always have the upper hand, they’re losing. 

Once, after my abuser had a violent outburst that resulted in him trashing the living room completely, I did something I had not done before and did not do afterwards, even when his abuse had been and would be worse than that - I mentioned his behavior in my livejournal blog. As soon as he realized that other people were responding to my descriptions of what he had done with anger and were telling me that it wasn’t okay and were reaching out to me to see if they could help, he apologized. The next day he was the sweetest I had ever seen him. He bought me an expensive present that I hadn’t asked for but couldn’t refuse because I had no money (it would take me at least a year to realize that he had used my bank card and stolen all my money and that this hadn’t just been a weird random bank error). Then, that afternoon, while I was out having lunch, he called screaming about how I had lied to him about having a job interview. There was no job interview and this charge that I had lied was wholly made up but his rage so exceeded his rage the night before that I knew I was being doubly punished. It was the last time I said anything about his behavior until long after I’d left. 

Abusers crave control. They need to control not only your actions, but the narrative that exists between you and around you. They feel like if they admit that they were wrong, they’ve lost control and need to get it back. 

What I’m getting at here is like… I’m not saying “the discourse is abusive” or “anyone who disagrees with me is abusive” and I really, REALLY do not want anyone to take it that way, I am just saying that after experiencing this thing I just described, AS an abusive dynamic in an abusive relationship, it is really hard for me to constantly have and maintain these interactions with people who are SUPER intent on lying about things I said and then never acknowledging it when their lies are called out but responding by doubling down with more lies and calls for punishment of me. I recognize that this is not the same as that but on a weird emotional lizard-brain level it does have a tendency to FEEL the same sometimes and that’s why I often get worked up about these fights and then realize that I can’t continue with them. It’s not a rational thing but it is a trauma thing. 

I have said “the discourse is anti-survivor” a lot but I think we don’t talk about, like, how the specific ways we HAVE the discourse in general are just like, weirdly inaccessible to a lot of people with trauma in this way, and how people with trauma get easily pushed out of these discussions by people who are willing to play shit this way because it’s hard enough to do this without having your PTSD exacerbated all the time. 

Anyway that’s my Closing Thought for the night.

Mako the Strong (and Brilliant)

Never forget that Mako is secretly a genius. She went to Moto Azabu before transferring to Juban Middle School (as seen in Act 15):

And why is that so spectacular? Well… it’s Mamoru’s school. And Ami has a few things to say about it (In Act 6):

Never forget that our strong, kind, beautiful girl is also in the top .01% academically.

*My theory is that she quickly realizes Ami is the “smart one” in the group and not wanting to step on any toes, she decides being the “strong one” is a worthwhile spot*

anonymous asked:

headcanons for lena dating a firefighter?

Originally posted by awitchpire

Lena Luthor Dating a Firefighter Headcanons:

-the first time you meet is after the bombing at her first L Corp press appearance and you were the one firefighter that got hit by shrapnel from a secondary explosion

-Lena has always personally visited victims and tried to make up for any harm that has been done by her family so she showed up in your hospital room that night with flowers and a profusely sincere apology

-you had assured her that you were fine and just waiting to be discharged and she insisted on driving you back to your apartment

-before you got out of her car you built up the nerve to ask her if she’d like to get dinner at the end of the week because come on when were you going to get another chance to ask out Lena freaking Luthor

-after your first date you fall into a relatively casual relationship 

-you take her on a tour of the fire station for your third date because you were on call that night and couldn’t leave and god lena would be lying if she hadn’t driven home incredible sexually frustrated from seeing you in your work clothes

-literally almost choked to death on her morning coffee when she saw you doing pushups in her living room the first time you spent the night bc she knew you worked out in the morning but damn 

-secretly winces every time your pager goes off because she can’t help but see you laying on a gurney like the first time she saw you

aesthetic-addictt  asked:

Can you describe the powers of hecate's children or the pros of being descended from hecate?

Uhm I’m sorry this has been in my drafts for god knows how long I apologize profusely? Also yes I am here for this 10000%

As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve basically adopted Lou as one of my many children, and I’ve done a LOT of research into Hecate powers. And, I’ve actually mentioned them in this headcanon.


From what I’ve read in the books, I dislike the way Hecate children do magic, which is pretty similar to the Kane Chronicles. So in my view, it’s done in more of a Harry Potter sense of magic.

Children of Hecate have to have extreme control over their mental and physical forms to perform magic. They have to memorize all of the spells and clearly understand the theories behind them to be able to control them, as well as how to manipulate spells.

Wands are not needed to do magic, but they are used to focus your magic and are usually used across more beginner children of Hecate. As I said, extreme control. For younger children of Hecate, they need wands because they do not yet have the control to do wandless magic. To a well-practiced child of Hecate, a wand may be seen as more of hindrance than a help.

It’s not a cure-all. There’s karma. For example, using a spell to draw energy from things around them may cause a child of Hecate’s strength to grow, but it will kill the things they took energy from. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. (My inner science nerd is powering up sorry).

Now, there’s a reason for all of this control that’s needed. With great power comes great responsibility, essentially. They need to learn to control themselves and their power in order to keep not only themselves but others safe. In my mind and writing, children of Hecate are extremely powerful, but that power comes with a cost. With a weight, a weight of not only knowledge but of sacrifice as well. 

Children of Hecate usually work off of scrolls/runes to learn spells, or learn from a master. They have to either have the scroll directly in front of them, or have the move memorized. The more they do a certain spell, the better they do the  next time they cast it.

The magic children of Hecate posses is sectioned off into branches. There’s main branches, destruction, conjuration, healing, alteration, illusion, and alchemy/enchanting. Children of Hecate can overlap, studying magic from multiple branches, but they do not have enough power to study all the branches, and usually only have an innate affinity for one.

  • Destruction magic: Magic which destroys others, offensive magic. Spells that are used solely to attack others. Usually a child of Hecate will find an affinity or even just a preference for one basic element, such as fire, water, air, etc.
  • Conjuration magic: Magic which conjures, can be offensive, defensive, or neutral. For example, you can conjure a creature to fight for you, you can conjure a shield to protect you, or you can conjure a shovel because you really need to hide that body but don’t wanna leave your dna all over an actual shovel. One attacks, one defends, and one is simply a temporary tool.
  • Healing magic: Magic which can be used to heal yourself or others. Defensive magic. Healing is pretty self explanatory. 
  • Alteration magic: The altering of something already in the world. Example, turning straw to gold. However, this branch requires a really good understanding of the elements and specific mastery of each type. For example, you want to make glass in a jiffy? You have to find sand and fire, and you need to have a specific idea in your mind as well as a specific spell for that object. Probably the toughest branch because one wrong move and kla-blamo.
  • Illusion magic: Hiding or altering perceptions. Muffling your footsteps, turning yourself invisible. Sure you could put all of your energy into making yourself transparent, OR you could just put like 10% of your energy into blacking out that monster’s sight so they can’t see you. This branch isn’t about actually changing the world, it’s about altering perceptions. Getting into people’s heads through spells cast on specific people or groups. That means they can also detect things like lies, or perhaps even cast telepathic spells.
  • Alchemy/enchanting: For people who don’t like actually casting spells that much. Alchemy is potions, which requires vast knowledge of the world around you, not super hard but very easy to get yourself killed if you don’t have a good teacher and you’re stupid. Enchanting is very hard, not for beginners, very very easy to kill yourself or someone else even if you’re not stupid.

And honestly? I don’t see a lot of pros of being a child of Hecate. You need to be rigorous, you need to be strict in your duties and studies, you need to be ready to sacrifice a lot to Hecate. Sure you get cool powers, but it’s also very likely you’ll kill someone unless you’re careful. 

That’s how I see Hecate, but you can totally just dump this in the trash and interpret her and her powers in another way. But Hecate is insanely powerful, and she’s a minor goddess. I think because of that, being one of her children comes at an insane cost.

anonymous asked:

Small Gency H!C: Genji's "Angela!" line is him having made a Freudian slip of his repressed feelings for the doctor after an 'exciting' occurrence.

That’s so cute, yes!

  • She got caught up in the middle of battle, surrounded by enemies with their guns raised. In the chaos, she didn’t notice Genji desperately trying to get her attention. 
  • It’s only after he screams her name, her first name, that she looks up to him on a ledge of a building. Using her suit, she flies to him, being caught into his arm as he pulls her safely inside.
  • For a moment, it almost escapes her notice what he called her. Just as he pulls back to ask if she’s okay, she looks at him.
  • “You called me Angela.”
  • Its the first time he’s ever said it. He’s always polite and formal, but he’s been lingering in her labs, and leaving small notes and flowers on her desk. Something that no one else has done for her before.
  • If the mask wasn’t hiding his face, she’d have seen the blush lighting up his cheeks as he tries to apologize. Calling her Dr. Ziegler before she can stop him.
  • “Genji, please. Call me Angela.”
  •  His cheeks warm even more, before nodding, and saying it quietly again. Loving the way it tastes on his tongue. She smiles, soft and gentle, before she takes his hand and leads him back to the battlefield. 

I’d like to apologize for the severe lack of updates. The Sans date has been a major undertaking, and while I wanted to get it out by today, a number of factors have slowed me down.

As of this post, I am about 90% done with the next update. Time permitting, I should have it done by tomorrow. For now, enjoy a small teaser.

I will try to get to asks and bring back Theory Thursday this week.

As for A Shift in Fate, it is not dead. Voltra has just been busy, but we have gotten a BIT more done. We have about one more scene to do before the next chapter goes up.

Title: 5 Times Mike Wheeler and Will Byers Nearly Kissed, and the 1 Time They Finally Did

Pairing: Byeler (with Mileven mentioned a couple of times)

okay so this turned out longer than i originally planned. apologies if this has been done before! 

also, @michaelwhee1er this one is for you!! (since you wanted me to tag you when it was complete!)

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4x19 coda fic

Here, have some Trip/Simmons friendship feels because they wouldn’t leave me alone (seriously, I was trying to sleep last night but had to wake the heck up in order to jot this down). 

(Ps I haven’t really had too much occasion to write Trip before, so I hope I did him justice!)

Set directly post 4x19


There’s still a ways to go until they return to the Framework’s version of the Playground when the companionable silence that had descended between them is broken by Trip starting carefully, “Been meaning to ask you…”

Jemma glances up curiously, wondering what in the world this faux (but so, so lifelike it makes it difficult to remember) Trip would have to ask her when – for him, at least – they’ve just met. “Yes?”

Trip doesn’t answer right away, and instead stares contemplatively at the night sky visible outside the quinjet. Finally, he admits, “Ward mentioned it to me – I think he wanted me to be cautious with my trust.” Pausing there, he turns to meet her curious gaze and asks plainly, but also quite gently, “You love him? The Doctor?”

Jemma inhales sharply, fighting back the automatic urge to snap that the man she loved could never be the monster currently wearing his face. However, Trip isn’t accusing her of anything, isn’t questioning her or her sanity as Ward and Mace had. He doesn’t deserve her frustrated anger at the whole situation, at the robotic mastermind behind it all. So, instead, she simply repeats, “Yes,” and waits for his reaction.

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dest-writes  asked:

could you do camp counselor!jun where he and y/n are both camp counselors and he has a crush on her because she's so good with all the kids even the troublemakers the jun can NEVER get to obey him heehee thank you love

• omg yes this is so cute okay so you had been volunteering to be a counselor at this camp for the past five years after you had gotten too old to attend it as a camper so you were like why wouldn’t someone come back to this place??? you enjoyed like all the memories you had made of sitting around the campfire struggling to get your marshmallow off of the stick perfectly into the graham cracker or the time when you went kayaking for the first time and nearly flipped yourself over
• the camp was a place of happiness for you like whenever school got too hard or stressful you would motivate yourself to think like hey only a few more months/weeks until you can be back out in the wilderness air
• also you pretty much knew every single camp counselor that worked there and you were pretty much close with all of them there but when you arrive at the campsite and flip up the list of camp counselors you see wen junhui and youre like ??? who is this guy and so you’re like super focused when all the counselors pass into the main hall and so far everyones faces are familiar and you give a nod and a wave towards them but then an unfamiliar face passes through the entrance
• and oh my gosh your heartbeat just picked up and it’s so loud that you’re sure this new guy can hear it and you exhale a wow because he is the singlehandedly most handsome man you have ever seen and you’re pretty sure everyone else at this point is watching the color rise to your cheeks and your mouth slightly agape
• and you’re like this is wen junhui and oh gosh is he approaching you right now??? and he stops in front of you and wow he basically towers over you and he gives you a smile and oh wow his eyesmile is beautiful and he puts his hand out and he introduces himself as jun and that he’s your camp counselor partner in crime and your heartbeat must be insane at this point and then he takes your hand in his and brings it to his mouth and kisses it and you’re like I CANT WHO EVEN IS THIS MAN
• then he tells you that he will enjoy working with you this summer and part of you is like how am i going to deal with him this whole summer??? especially since you two are going to co-counsel your favorite cabin of counselors and oh boy here we go
• so on the first day of the job you had to visit juns cabin because it was ten minutes before the kids were supposed to meet in the clearing and jun was nowhere to be found so here you were knocking on the door to only be met with silence on the other end and you kind of just huffed because how has this boy slept through his alarms this late??? so there you are still furiously knocking on the door until he opens it and he’s pulling his shirt over his head and oh wow that’s his chest right there and wow he’s so close right now and you kind of just inhale because wow he’s handsome and toned and oh boy jun is watching the color rise to your cheeks and now you’re like oh uh we gotta go now and he’s like well alright and just continues walking as if you didn’t just see him shirtless???
• so you’re flustered walking with him all the way down to the gathering and jun and you decide to step back and let him try to wrangle up the kids attention at first because lets be honest you still need time to calm down from your experience five minutes ago
• so there is jun who keeps saying excuse me and waving his hands around and keeps huffing and stops his foot just like a little kid and youre having to stifle a laugh because wow this is so cute and so you move over to him and pat his chest and you’re like let me handle this one okay??? and so you just whistle once and clear your throat and all the kids turn around and a sheet of silence falls over on them and now it’s jun’s turn for his mouth to go agape and he’s seriously impressed at just how fast you got all the kids under control in less than five seconds and he feels a surge of admiration flow through him because how do you manage to do this???
• so you divulge into the instructions on making their own custom door handles for their bunks so you and jun pass out all the supplies and jun cant help but notice how once you pass out all the stuff the kids smile back at you with the widest toothy grin and so he tries his best to offer a smile to kids as his passes colored pencils out and a few of the kids just look at his forced smile and are like no but the second that one of then little girls finally returns a timid grin juns heart is like I DID IT
• you obviously pick up on him trying to be more friendly with the kids and you cant help but smile and your heart is so soft and especially the little girls are like tugging at his sleeve because this boy is a ladies man with all except one little girl
• and so jun comes over to you and whispers into your ear and oh boy here come the goosebumps again and hes asking how to handle that one little girl who just seems to be the troublemaker and wont listen to him and insists upon running around the grounds with scissors even though jun was pleading for her to stop and hes telling you how you’re just so good with the kids and he wants to be that good and wow he just cant understand how someone can handle all these kids the way you do
• face is just as flushed as it has ever been and you tell him you’ll show him how its done so you go down and perch next to the troublesome little girl who now is prying the other camper’s colored pencils from their hands and claiming them as her own and you whisper a few words to her before her eyes grow wide and she nods quickly and hands the pencils back to the other kids and mutters an apology and there is jun again in complete awe at the way you handled another one of these children and wow is jun thinking how good you would be with his children and how good of a mother youd be and he has to look away because wow his face is flushed now again
• that night when the camp counselors are all gathered around the fire and jun plops himself down next to you and playfully bumps your shoulder while giving you that cheesy little smile that he gave you this morning and his voice is kind of small but admiring when he tells you that he really admires how well you handled the situations today and that also he thinks you’re super pretty and with a small little wink he mentions how tomorrow he’ll try his best to meet you like he did this morning
• and thus begins the sweet summer camp counselor romance between you and wen junhui the cheesiest camp counselor to ever walk foot on these grounds and also your favorite one too but you wouldnt tell him that now would you

anonymous asked:

re: "Let's wait until she does something actually problematic before attacking." Laci has done problematic things in the past? She's used the t slur and been super islamophobic and fatphobic and racist, like she HAS been problematic. And she refuses to listen to people when they tell her what she's done wrong, so I don't really think we need to wait any longer before calling her out.

I know I’ve DEFINITELY said fucked up shit in the past. But my followers call me on it and I make active attempts to apologize and correct my language/behavior. NO ONE is perfect but that’s how you grow as a person and an advocate. Based on convos with Laci and past evidence, I’m not seeing much of that…

anonymous asked:

Hey! I'm really sorry if you're getting tired of all of these fae questions, but I thought I'd ask you before I gave up my search. So, my keys-car, house, etc have been missing for over a week now. I recently switched my key ring to one that has shiny jewels and colorful beads. I came into my house, set my keys down (I don't remember where exactly), but they are gone. Completely gone. I've looked literally everywhere. Is it possible that fae took them? If so, do you know how I can get them back?

It’s a possibility. Apologize out loud for whatever offense you’ve done, swear that you will figure out what it is you did to upset them, and once you do you’ll never do it again. 

And for the record, I’m not tired of the fae questions, especially since I plan on expanding this blog to any and all pagan advice in the next few months. The questions I am getting tired of are “what are fae”, “how do you contact fae” and “are fae dangerous”. And I know someone will read this and deliberately send me these questions, and I’ll just delete them.

I’ve been thinking, and honestly, there was one thing Pike said that didn’t sit well with me. I mean, now of it sat well with me because it made me sad, but just she was justifiably angry and reacting to all of that.
But one thing she talked about, where she apologized for the prank, but then said ‘it was something the old Scanlan would have found funny’.
Like, I’m sorry Pikey, buy that continued comment completely negated that apology for that. I’m sorry, but it doesn’t matter if a person would 'usually’ find something funny, or you meant well, if what you did upset them then you need to apologize for it, end of story. No if ands or buts, just apologize and leave it at that. You didn’t mean any harm, but some insult was clearly taken and you have to fucking own up to that.

A love across time Part 2/14

Thanks @mslunes for the pic!!! 

Warnings: Swearing (as always with my writing), Violence

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Y/N - Your name

A/N: Prob the cutest Bucky scene I have ever written. 

Anonymous Request: Idk if you’re taking in request but i have one of you could possibly do a reader X Bucky ? She has cosmic powers and can show a universe in her hands and one day he was testing her limits and she went back in time to the 40s ?


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Y/N stayed in her room for the next few days not even leaving during the night. Bucky was getting worried about her so he went to her room and knocked on the door late one night. He asked Friday if she was in there after not getting an answer and when Friday told him she was in there he opened the door and went to the bedroom door. He hesitantly opened it and saw that she was lying on her bed with her headphones on. He could hear the beat coming from the headphones so knew the music was playing very loud in her ears, hence why she didn’t answer the door. He slowly made his way over to her bed and she still didn’t move so he tapped her on the shoulder. Her eyes shot opened, she grabbed his hand, jumped off of the bed and spun him around. She then kicked out his legs so he fell to his knees and shoved her knee into his back. All of a sudden he looked down and he was kneeling before a cliff’s edge staring at the sharp rocks below.

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That Katy Perry Live Event

was the most embarrassing thing ever. 

A great moment was the loud mic interference that sounded like a loud ass foghorn in the middle of Chained to the Rhythm.

Katy admitting she’s coping with the idea of hugging people.

Katy failing to open a bottle of champagne and then drinks apple juice.

Katy apologizing for not having released music in a while because she “has a life too, ya know”.

Katy yelling at one of the people in the crowd for drinking before the stupid countdown was done LOL (like girl I would’ve been downing that too if I were there).