at least it should never happen

So much awful shit has happened this year, whether personally or globally, and after a while it starts to seem like it cancels out the good stuff. Everyone should reblog this with at least two good things that happened to them.

I implore the loving and awesome TJLC community to participate in this. I know we’re all stoked/terrified for the new series, but maybe we should take a moment. I’ll tag a few people to get it all going. @shag-me-senseless-watson @inevitably-johnlocked @currently-in-my-mind-palace @addignisherlock @love-in-mind-palace @sherlockprettydamngayholmes @beegrumpy @i-detect-your-bullshit @hudders-and-hiddles @tjlcisthenewsexy @griffxtrn

My good things:

1. I became an open and constant member of this tightly-knit community. I made some extremely amazing friends here on this insane garbage website, and I don’t want to ever give you up.

2. I got medical help for my anxiety. Finally.

3. My writing was accepted for presentation at an international English conference next spring.

Tag more people! Spread the optimism so we know that 2017 is a fresh start and a new beginning that we can turn around from this horrible, no good, very bad year.

  • mercy: okay mccree, the bad news is that we couldn't save your arm. the good news is that we should be able to get you a prosthetic replacement very quickly.
  • mercy: do you have any preferences as to the design?
  • mccree: yeah, i want it to have a big fuck-off skull on it.
  • mercy:
  • mercy: that is the least stealthy thing i've ever heard. you're a black ops agent. commander reyes will never approve it.
  • reyes: are you kidding me? that's fucking badass. it gets my full approval.
  • mercy:
  • mccree: [smug grin]
  • mercy:
  • mercy:
  • mercy: [sighs deeply]
  • mercy: .....................fine.
It wasn’t until I saw you again that I realized that I didn’t miss you, at least not really. I missed the person you used to be. When I saw you again, after everything that had happened, you were a new person that I had never known and never would. And in that moment I realized you can’t miss someone you never knew.

“You should’ve shattered me back then. At least in pieces I wouldn’t have to know how little I mattered to you.” (From Bismuth).
The most fucked up thing is that Rose hid Bismuth away and never even told them what happened to her, we’re beginning to know more and more of her dark side.
“I barely know you”, “That’s a good thing”. (From We Need to Talk).

Steven Universe is a perfect example of why you should never put the character with the ability to see into the future one of the main characters if it isn’t a main plot point. Yes, she said she can see possibilities, but there’s no reason she can’t at least warn someone about something dangerous that could happen, like oh I don’t know A FUCKING DIAMOND KIDNAPPING YOUR FATHER AND PUTTING HIM A ZOO. That’s probably a good thing to know so you can watch out for it.

Mortal Instruments is a window.

It’s a filthy window, the glass is distorted and wavy in places, but it allows us to see a world we never experienced in any capacity beforehand. This world is fascinating and new, but if you look through the smudged and defective window too long, you get a headache, even though it seems strange that something so cool should give you a headache.

Shadowhunters (TV) is what happens when someone applies window cleaner and some elbow grease. Suddenly, you can see so much better, and you see so much more. The headache is gone - it still isn’t easy to look out through distorted glass, but at least your point of view has widened. It’s light, it’s bright, it feels right.

The hardest thing to comprehend about this window, is that there are people who genuinely prefer the dirty window to the clean one. They argue against cleaning the window, saying that the person who made it intended it to be dirty; the window’s creator doesn’t agree with them, but she doesn’t disagree with them, and attempts to trip up the maintenance of the window at every turn.

I was there for both the windows. I prefer the clean one, for a multitude of reasons.

The biggest one?

Originally posted by magnusbane-aleclightwood


let’s talk right quick

it’s all well and good to talk about how hot betty looked but let’s not ignore the fact the she’s clearly not okay

she’s very obviously struggling with mental illness and not something “"normal”“ like depression or anxiety something that causes her to be impulsive/act out/have violent and rageful thoughts and tendencies. calling her psycho/crazy/etc is ableist as fuck and not even remotely okay.

as much as we all love how good she looked and how ronnie was looking at her and all that, betty was very close to literally killing a man and she could’ve very well hurt veronica too on accident

we know betty - the betty we’ve come to know at least - would never, ever wanna hurt anyone (especially veronica) and doesn’t even remember what happened but that doesn’t make it okay. that doesn’t make it ”“girl power”“ or standing up for what you believe in. i agree they should’ve taken a stand against the slut shaming but betty took it too far

tl;dr: acknowledge betty’s mental illness and don’t be an ableist piece of shit :)

so i just hit 1k (thank you all so much ily !!) and a few days ago i made a poll with what should i do to celebrate this, and tumblr awards won so that’s what i’m gonna do (i also have always wanted to do them so i’m really glad they won)


  • mbf this tony stark trash
  • reblog this post (likes won’t count)
  • you can enter until 4th of april
  • maybe check out my creations?? (optional ofc)
  • 1 winner and 1-2 runner ups
  • this must get at least 50 notes or it never happened and i’m deleting my blog

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WIP - Coming This Weekend

I feel inspired. 

Who the fuck knows why, but I’m not questioning it. 

SO this weekend I have FOUR days off. You should get AT LEAST two of the following. 

Erased (Dean x Reader) - Part 2 for the Blurb Forgotten - The reader is slowly loosing years of her life. She has already forgotten so much. Is what has been forgotten erased, or is there hope of recovery?

Best Friends Pt. 3 (Jensen x Reader, smut) - A Wedding and a honeymoon. Who would have known this is what could happen between best friends. Read Pt. 1 & 2 first! 

I’m Yours Pt. 2 (Jensen x Reader x Jared) - Betrayal and secrets. Those two never end well and when the reader starts to tell her husband about her infidelity she is shocked by his own revelations, sending her world spinning into chaos. A chaos she may not escape.  (I’m Yours Pt. 1)

The Good Girl Pt. 2 (Dean x Reader, smut) - The reader always was the good girl, but one night at a piano bar with friends brings Dean Winchester rolling into her life. Now she finds herself in his Impala, the good girl all but gone. Will her past come back to haunt? Could she really escape the world she tried so hard to leave behind? (The Good Girl Pt. 1)

So get excited or don’t, but it looks like I’m writing again. Hiatus lasted a little longer than I anticipated, but maybe just maybe…

I’m back!

Alright. Give me Florist!Newt and Businessman!Graves. Give me the usual ball of sunshine Newt who can get sassy whenever someone steps on his tail and awkward but bossy Graves who never bought flowers in his entire life. No, actually never bought anything by himself in his entire life. Mind him, he has maids, butlers, secretaries, etc. I mean, why would he bother? Then this small - read “big” - incident happens(he upsets someone, idk) and he needs to apologize, but as Queenie says, if he wants to appear sincere, he should at least make the effort of buying the flowers himself.

Flowers? No problem, pal, he’s got a deal done and contract signed when the other party’s director was bathed in cold coffee, so this was just a piece of cake. It couldn’t be that hard, right?

He enters the flower shop (Queenie could be really helpful when she wants, and when her tape changes from “Percy, darling, stop with that bitch please face of yours.”) and there’s someone at the counter talking with the plants in front of them and Graves considers walking out for a moment there.

He reluctantly approaches the Dork and when he actually looks at Graves, talks to him and smiles shyly, the Dork immediately gets promoted to British Ball of Sunshine, but wait, when the British Ball of Sunshine stands up and turns to get some flowers, he quickly accelerates to Holy Fuck, DAT ASS.

He buys the flowers, and no, he doesn’t know for whom they were, and what he was even doing in that shop again? Oh yes. Newt. This was his name. He reads it on the tag. He gives the flowers to Newt and at the surprised face of the man, he just shrugs telling him that yes, Newt, you deserve these flowers much more than the person they were for, and no, probably you deserve all the flowers in the world.


Prompt List Imagine

#18-I should’ve saved you.”

Theo Raeken x Reader

Word Count: 626

Warnings: Suggestive Themes

A/N: A Theo Request!!

Requested by anon

It hurt me, seeing Theo like this. He wasn’t really a bad person, at least the Theo I knew wasn’t.

We used to be best friends. And, I’m not too sure what happened, or why it happened. But, I missed Theo. I never got a chance to tell him that I loved him.
And now it just seemed useless.

I’ll admit it was kind of impossible to move on from Theo, I’d tried dating other people, and it never worked. He was always on my mind. And it didn’t help, that we were sitting in detention together, just me, him, and a teacher.

I only got detention for a misunderstanding. Helping Scott’s pack with werewolf business gets you in to trouble from time to time. Hard telling what Theo did to get here. Probably not anything super serious. Killing a teacher or student, would probably result in a larger punishment than detention, right?

The teacher stepped out for a moment, leaving me and Theo alone.

Theo let out a sigh, and stood up, he walked over to the door of the classroom and locked it, before turning to me, arms crossed.
“Are you stalking me or something?”

He asked, sounding annoyed and conceited. I hadn’t been stalking him, I’d barely even seen him. This is the first conversation we’d had in months, years maybe.

“No, Theo. I haven’t. Gosh, self absorbed much?” I replied shaking my head. He rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Oh, so it’s just a coincidence that Little (Miss/Mr.) Perfect, just happened to be in detention with me?” He asked, mocking me.

I rolled my eyes. “Theo, I’m here because I was busy helping the good guys. Not that you’d understand.” I said, mumbling the end of it.

Theo put his hands on the desk I was sitting at as he stood across from me, he scoffed again, giving me the most condescending look I’ve ever seen.
“Oh my gosh. You’re so pathetic Y/N. You, running around with McCall’s little pack. Trying to find a place for yourself when one doesn’t exist. All you’re ever gonna be, is my old best friend.”

I looked up at him, refusing to cry, or show that I was affected by that at all. I rolled my eyes, and scoffed before looking back at my desk. 

“I should’ve saved you.”

I mumbled to myself, but Theo heard me.
“Save me? From what exactly?” He chuckled, as he crossed his arms. I stood to my feet.

“From this! From becoming such a punk a*s b*tch! Gosh, you’re so annoying and ridiculous now! I can’t even stand to look at you anymore. I cannot freaking believe I’m in love with you!” I exclaimed.

He smirked widely, and cocked his head. “Oh, you’re in love with me huh?” I rolled my eyes, and paced around the room a bit, before I could say anything, Theo crashed his lips into mine.

His kiss was sloppy, but passionate, and something I’d wanted for a long time, He picked me up, and hooked my legs around his waist when I started to kiss him back.

He sat me on top of the teacher’s desk, considering he still wasn’t back from whatever he was doing. That’s when I actually remembered we were still in school, it slipped my mind being in the moment. Not that I cared, though the setting wasn’t ideal, I wasn’t gonna stop this because of it. My hands traveled up Theo’s shirt.

But, the moment was broken, whenever we saw our teacher unlock the door with his keys, he wore a furious expression.

Theo ignored him and turned his attention back to me.

“We’ll continue this later. Because..despite my efforts to move on. you too.” He winked.

Today 53 years ago President Kennedy was shoot. Killed by a man, no one ever knows. Was it Oswald? Or was it a group? No one knows.
I’ve watched plenty of documentations about JFK. And each one made me thinking. He was a good president, at least I think so. I know some really bad thinks happened during his time as president. The Bay of pigs, Cuba crisis and some other things. But he never gave up, he stand for the things he believed in. And that’s something good, in my opinion.
Today, 53 years ago, in Dallas his wife had to see something, no one should see. She saw the assassination of her husband.
I’ll never forget Jack and Jackie.

So rest in peace Mr. President
JFK 1917-1963

Oh & that picture at the top of this post, that’s by far my favourite picture of them!

We kissed a lot but it felt like swallowing caution signs. I knew he wouldn’t feel the same way back but I still looked for him when I was drunk. Maybe he was interested at some point but it went away fast. I kept the flower he gave me and it died in a few days, at least it lasted longer than his feelings for me.

I keep talking about how he used me but I would let it happen all over again, he played me like a violin but the song was beautiful. It sounded like a whole orchestra mixing all of my feelings and he was the conductor.

I can’t keep telling myself that he burned me if there was never a spark. Maybe I should stop being mad at him because we said no strings attached and I still fucking got tied up.

anonymous asked:

im not at paley but my views now from what i have read and heard is that terry is a beautiful thing that should happen but i dont think has or will,however i love them.What is your take actually being there and seeing it first hand so to speak :)

This is not my first time seeing them interact in person, and my views remain unchanged. If Kerry looked at her husband at least once how she continuously looks at Tony, I would never think of Terry

Ok also completely unrelated: I have never seen a Jewish person wear a Hanukkah sweater in my entire life. That just…does not happen. At least in my experience.

Don’t get me wrong, I love that people headcanon characters as Jewish but it feels like people much prefer to shoehorn the traditions they know about into their drawings to keep with a Christmas theme rather than do a quick google search to see what Hanukkah traditions actually look like. It’s like saying “they’re jewish, so they put a menorah on top of their tree instead of an angel/star.”  Or “oh Jews say that Judah Maccabee comes down your chimney instead of Santa.” It’s just a very blatant (though definitely unintentional) misunderstanding of the culture you’re trying to depict. I guess it isn’t quite as bad as those examples and I’m sure Hanukkah sweaters have become a thing for some people but it’s very decidedly not a Jewish tradition. Just one more thing we’re stuck doing to share in some of the fun that the rest of the western world gets to pretend everyone has.

(But seriously, that’s just a personal pet peeve, I’m not calling anyone out or saying it’s ~problematic~. It’s just a me thing.)

A Proposal by Any Other Name, Chapter 20: Gas | A Reylo fanfic

Originally posted by buzluviski


Chapter Summary: Kylo ren probably wishes he could set himself on fire. Probably. 

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He’d been drawn to her; he just hadn’t noticed how much.


“Did I say or do anything else?”

He sees it in his mind as his reality starts warping into a nightmare.

“Does… it make you happy… duckling?” the words had fallen from him because this was a dream, and the real Rey would never stay in his dream so long. She had stuck around a very, very long time already.

“Does what make me happy?” The girl in his dream had asked, her fingers gently carding through his hair, and though somewhere in his mind Kylo knows that this would never, ever happen, he nearly purrs into her hand, pushing his scalp into her palm, searching for warmth. It feels oddly like her hand belongs there, or at least, it should.

But this is Rey, and she’s taken, and he barely knows her. Still, when he speaks again, eyes closing and cheek falling to rest on a curiously warm, soft shoulder, it’s not without a hint of jealousy. Jealousy that he doesn’t have what she has, what her boyfriend has in her. Jealous that Katherine would never follow this far for him… hadn’t followed. Jealous that this young woman’s lips looked inviting, and they were not for him. Still, he talks.

This is a dream. At least in this dream he could get answers.

“How he kisses you,” Kylo asks, huffing hot air in and out. After a long moment, his dream Rey sighs.

“I suppose.”

Author’s notes: We finally get a glimpse into Kylo’s POV on The Kiss™. Nothing goes right, but then again, when does it? 

*runs off cackling like the evil person she is*

Bellamy x OC ; The curious king and the Jade princess

Part 1: The encounter


Originally posted by whateverbellamy

                Bellamy clenched his fingers tighter around the hilt of his knife, holding it so the blade was parallel to his forearm as he carefully marked out each step he took to minimalism any sound as his predatory gaze stalked the unsuspecting mutated deer that only seemed to lure him deeper into unknown territory. 

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y'all listen up dionysus was greek jesus

1. his mom was a “virgin”, technically; if (like me) you don’t want to get symbolic with the whole “zeus was a god so it could be said he just filled her with ‘godly fertility’ instead of actual sex”, she was a priestess of zeus, so she was at least a virgin until she met zeus (lmao just like every other woman in greek mythology)

2. when semele blew up, dionysus’s fetus probably died too, but then he was resurrected (sound familiar?) by zeus via leg baby action.

3. grew up in a cave in the woods/mountains doing cool magic-y stuff. (there are some theories that jesus went to study with monks in the mountains during his youth)

4. he had a bunch of crazy followers that would do anything he wanted them to

5. he was a pretty cool guy as long as you weren’t a total dickbag and then of course he laid down the law.

6. he hung out with prostitutes and weird social outcasts

7. he made wine

tl;dr their myths are parallels, except for instead of dying for people’s sins, dionysus lived for people’s sins.