because she's amazing and deserves such things

anonymous asked:

just wanted to say I'm a fairly young lesbian following you and I love this blog, it makes me feel confident in my sexuality and I feel happy to know I'm not the only one who feels scared or nervous about being gay

Oh hi, sweetie!

We’re so glad to hear you’re enjoying our blog and finding it helpful! The whole reason we started this was to strengthen and support young lesbians such as yourself. Because we believe you deserve a place of community, and want to provide it, as lesbians ourselves.

We are also very proud of you for being sure of yourself even through the fear. I think being a young lesbian is very brave.

My girlfriend recently told me I was a brave person, and I said “are you crazy? I’m scared of everything”. She then said, with all her amazing wisdom, “that’s what bravery is, isn’t it? Doing things even when you’re scared of them.” And yes, that is bravery. Bravery is facing your fears, not the absence of fears.

So it’s okay to be scared and confused. It’s okay to be unsure. We are here to learn and to improve ourselves constantly, so I hope our blog helps you find the strength in yourself to be brave, and to live happily as your most authentic self! Take care, cutie! Thanks for your kind ask

/Mod A 💞

(long post, sorry)

In spite of everything I love Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it does not work like that.  Second, she’s not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11” of pure muscle and is not top heavy)

If you want a good Harley backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look like self-harm or is well covered up. 

When Arkham accepts her, fresh from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves, self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru. The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.

After her weekend of freedom she would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous, cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it. She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it when he likes things.

It’s wrong and unprofessional, the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to protect and nurture something so important to him.

When the choice comes between her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question. She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a bun.


This Teen Got Extra Credit Because She Did An Amazing Drawing Of A Meme On Her Math Test

“He handed me my test back and I was looking over it and I just immediately lost it, I was laughing so hard I was crying,” Maeve Lindell said. “I showed it to my friend and pretty soon half the class was laughing about it.”

Teacher Jordan Marks told BuzzFeed News he gave Maeve the extra points because he appreciated her artwork all semester. He said he picked the number at random.

“It’s the end of the school year and she really deserved it,” he said.

Marks added that he often tries to do things to make math a little more fun for his students.

“Anything I can do to try to get a laugh out of the kids I try to do to break up the monotony of the classroom,” he said.

Can we just appreciate that Katie was the one that said she was naive for not seeing the gay undertones/subtext to Lena? Because to me, that shows that Katie is not only accepting of what we see in the character, regardless of her intentions but that she’s wholeheartedly supportive of it? Because I feel like a lot of times when wlw fanon ships are brought up to their actresses, that they’re either nonchalant about it or just ignore it. Like it’s there, and they know that, but they don’t really pay attention to it. But beautiful, amazing Katie McGrath took the time to go back and look for it. And that we’re not the weird ones for making something out of what wasn’t her intention, rather she cares enough about us to go back an review it. And also that she’s very supportive of us reading into her acting for things she didn’t intend. Because she didn’t have to do any of that. 

What did we ever do to deserve her?

Modern Amis (and co.) Coming-Out Headcanons

(I don’t even remember how the subject came up but @beatlemaniacinthetardis and I were taking about the Amis getting together at someone’s house and telling each other stories from when they came out of the closet. We stayed up way too late last night coming up with these so we felt the need to share) 

Bahorel comes out to his family when he goes downstairs in the rainbowest of rainbow shirts, announces that he’s going to Pride, and just sort of stares at each of them until they understand.

Courfeyrac realizes he’s gay in his preteen years and it takes him like a year to work up the courage to come out to his friends (Enjolras and Combeferre) and family (mom and dad). When he tells them they all just go “sweetie, we know”. Enjolras and Combeferre bake him a confetti cake that says CONGRATS in edible glitter. Courfeyrac cries. 

Feuilly doesn’t really have anyone to come out to, since he has no living relations and he went straight into a job at a young age. He kind of…forgets to, to be honest, so he’s not out to his co-workers. They only find out when Bahorel comes to get him from work one day and he kisses Feuilly hello.  

Like in canon, Cosette grows up into a pretty girl who loves attention. She’s very meticulous about the way she looks and is like nice when she notices guys checking her out. One day, though, a pretty girl smiles at her and does the checking-out thing and Cosette is like oh no when she feels her heart do the THING. She tells papa later that evening, and he’s amazing and supportive because, well, he’s Jean Valjean. He joins her marching in the Pride parade the following summer. 

Enjolras’ coming out doesn’t go so well. He’s pretty much known he likes boys since forever ago, but only tells his parents at the end of high school. His parents are cold and arrange a Nice Girl for him to marry at the age of 25 or whatever. Enjolras fights with them on it, but when they continue to stand firm he decides they don’t deserve to be in his life anyway. He moves in with Combeferre, who he came out to years ago.

Joly and Bossuet, who have basically known each other since birth, come out to each other before anyone else. They then make a pact to come out to their friends and family on the same day. Bossuet’s parents don’t take it so well–his dad is pissed, and his mom tries to push him to go back to church. His friends, too, say “yeah that’s cool” but he can tell every time he says something that even approaches the subject of his sexuality that they’re weird about it. Joly’s, on the other hand, went well. His friends start teasing him like “yeah man I bet you thought you had appendicitis the first time you saw a guy you liked” and stuff, but they’re cool with it. Joly’s family ends up pretty much adopting Bossuet, too. Bossuet’s parents come knocking for him one day and Joly’s four younger siblings work together to slam the door in their face. (Bonus: since those two have a hivemind, they tell each other about being poly the same day.)

The subject of their combined affections, Musichetta, was a total badass about her coming out. She told her parents straight up that she was poly/pan. They were not sold on the idea, but she told them to accept her as she was or she’d leave without a second thought. It takes them a while to get used to the idea, but Chetta answers whatever questions they have. They grow to understand her, and come to love Joly and Bossuet once the three of them start dating.

Jehan has a hard time with it all. They WANT to come out, to family and friends alike, but they want to understand themselves before they try and explain it to anyone else. They tell this to the Amis who are all just like…you don’t have to ever figure it out. It’s alright. No matter who you are or what you do or who you love, we’ll be here to support you. Jehan cries really hard because they’ve been so confused for so long and their found family is saying that it’s okay to be unsure forever because who needs a title anyway? The greatest of group hugs happens that day, Jehan smiling in the centre of it. (Bonus: shortly after that, Jehan asks the Amis to start saying “they/them”. Grantaire buys a ton of neutral-looking clothes with gross flower print that he knows Jehan will LOVE. Enjolras falls in love with R a lil bit more since he knows he doesn’t have all that much money but he spent a bunch of it for Jehan to be happy and comfortable anyway).

Combeferre comes out to all his friends shortly after he meets them, but he never comes out to his family at all. He knows they’re homophobic, and a) he doesn’t like to start fights, and b) he decides that they don’t deserve to know. In an act of silent rebellion, he secretly gets a part-time job as a sales guy at a boot shop for drag queens. Courfeyrac’s the shop’s #1 customer. (Kinky Boots AU someone back me up here)

While Marius is almost entirely on the straight side, but every so often he’ll meet a man who sets his little Pontmercy heart aflutter. Courf is one of those guys and when they end up roommates Marius kind of…”aksdjasgkdhdh Lord save my poor bisexual soul”. But then he meets Cosette. He doesn’t tell her for ages because he’s terrified of what she’ll think, but eventually he works up the courage. She laughs because hey she’s bi too!! From that point on, they point out attractive people of various genders to each other while they’re on dates. (Bonus: one day, Marius and his grandfather get into an argument about politics over dinner. In a moment of passion, Marius stands and yells “LONG LIVE NAPOLEON! ALSO, I SOMETIMES LIKE BOYS!” His grandfather faints into his chair.)

Eponine never really had friends, so she has no frame of reference for what romantic attraction feels like. When she meets Marius, she figures instantly that what she’s feeling is romantic love. Shortly after, she meets Cosette and feels the same way. Now she’s confused. And then she meets the rest of the Amis and feels the same way about ALL of them. It’s very strange to have a crush on everyone, she thinks. With Grantaire and Jehan’s help, she comes to understand that what she’s feeling is, in fact, platonic love. And god, is she relieved to know. The only family members she tells about being aro/ace are Gavroche and Azelma. Azelma is like “I think that might be me too” and Gav is like “sweet, more lovely ladies for me”.

FINALLY, Grantaire. He’s never really given a shit about what gender his lovers were, and never given a shit about who knows about it. He doesn’t know or care whether or not his parents know. But oh, god, then he meets Enjolras, and can no longer imagine loving anyone else of any gender. When the Amis share their coming out stories, he just snorts and says ‘does it count if you’re only attracted to one person?’ and he accidentally stares at Enj as he says it and the Amis collectively suck in a breath because if they didn’t know who he was talking about before, they certainly do now.  (Bonus: Everyone braces themselves when Enj stands up and goes to R, thinking Enj is going to try and start shit, but they start applauding when instead Enjolras grabs Grantaire’s face and kisses the life out of him). 

Things in Dirk Gently season 1 We Don’t Talk About Enough
  • when Farah and Dirk show the machine to who they think is Agent Weedle, and Dirk realizes (but sadly can’t warn Farah) that it’s actually one of the Men of the Machine, his face literally is like *lightbulb goes on*
  • when the Rowdy 3 arrive at the parking lot where Amanda has her pararibulitis attack, first thing they do is go after the asshats who were filming her. that was the moment I decided I liked them beyond “they are loud and fun and a bit scary”
  • Dirk Gently is the most agonizingly positive dude ever, and then Riggins approaches him like “you need to listen to me” and Dirk puts on this shit-eating grin and says “Why, do you have new lies to tell me” like duude, where does all this bile come from all of a sudden
  • speaking of which, any moment where it’s noticable that Dirk is a lot more fed up with everything than he likes to admit (from his situation in general to things like “people where dying while you were busy becoming a billionaire”)
  • that one time he speaks his mind and he gets punched in the face for it and he can’t even complain because the future version of Spring already apologized for that, time travel is a bitch
  • how amazing is the musical score??
  • when Riggins straight up headbuttet Friedkin. that was probably the best thing he’s ever done ever
  • Zimmerfield was such a good cop? He just wanted to find the missing girl? He didn’t even want to hear about her being possibly dead, his last words literally were “Save Lydia Spring” Zimmerfield didn’t deserve this. 
  • Estevez didn’t deserve this.
  • just how enthusiastic Amanda and Dirk are about each other
  • how everyone is enthusiastic about Farah
  • like when she starts wondering where the military bullet came from, and Dirk just looks at her like “wow she’s gooood”
  • everything Farah does is amazing
  • how Ken walks that very thin path of “bart no” and “BART YES” all by himself
  • “cinnamon”

#just stop here #we all know why Betty hates this word #but she hated it even more when Archie used it as an “excuse” not to be with her #and Jughead do the same thing #even worse #Archie told her he’s not good enough for her and the way he said it doesn’t feel wrong #like he actually thinks she’s perfect girl and it’s amazing but still he doesn’t feel like he deserve her #and there’s Jughead who says it like something really wrong with her because of this and the way she is #like he despises her #nobody is really truly perfect but even if so what #what’s wrong with that? #also “you’re a cheerleader, for God’s Sakes” #that’s like the only thing that Betty really doing for herself and she’s enyoing it back off #and he’s mad that she doesn’t know what he want but he’s labeling her with “perfect girl next door” wtf #you really cross the line in this episode

I don’t ship Supercorp because I “want every one to be gay” or “because they’re both hot” No, not at all. I ship Supercorp because Lena Luthor deserves the world. She has been broken, beaten, mistreated by the Luthors, her family name forever tarnished. No sensible human being would ever trust her, because she’s a Luthor after all. But that’s the thing, Kara isn’t human. Kara Danvers is the only one that has ever trusted Lena, believed in her, been there for her. And the mere thought of them being together as something more is beautiful. Lena needs someone that will love her unconditionally and Kara needs someone to love. They would be the most amazing couple. When Lena looks at Kara like she hung the stars, it’s so difficult to not ship Supercorp. Lena Luthor deserves the world, she deserves the stars and all the galaxies, she deserves the universe, and Kara Danvers is the only one that can give her all that love and pick up the pieces of her broken soul.

Originally posted by msluthor

What Rivals AU taught me

Keep your feet in your shoes and away from your mouth at every possible time, because you never know when an innocent remark might hurt someone deeply (all the more if it’s the love of your life and they’ll start hating you for it).

Low self-esteem and anxiety are fucking liars, you might feel like the most mediocre person alive while people are falling for you right and left/admiring you/pining for you for 5 years (GOD).

If you have a choice of:
a) talking to a person and figure out why they act the way they do,
b) having a round of amazing sex with them, no questions asked,
ask yourself, what would umfb!Viktor Nikiforov do? Then do the opposite. DON’T pick b. You’ll play yourself. It will hurt.

Don’t wait for a perfect moment to confess or do something important, because Shit Happens™.

Don’t go intentionally looking for material you know will trigger self-destructive behaviour or a panic attack. You deserve better.

Drink champagne. Lots. It makes miracles happen, which you probably won’t remember, but they’ll be documented.

Work on your grudges, unless you want to end up hate fucking and falling for the person you hate. Ha, like they deserve such satisfaction.

Your BFF will probably facepalm a lot on your questionable life choices, but will only call you out on them if you’re suffering and destroying yourself. If it makes you happy, they’ll do anything to help you while rolling their eyes in fond exasperation.

Sometimes, you need to get yelled at by a fifteen-year-old to finally Get It. They’re stuffed full of anger, confusion and growing pains, but they mean well.

And the last thing I learned reading this amazing work… @kazliin is an incredible superhuman being able to juggle med school and writing a 2nd part to her almost 200k fanfiction and she deserves all the coffee, to pass all the exams and eternal love, whatever kind, worth of post-Suffering™!Viktuuri.

i truly don’t understand why jesy is most people’s least favorite member. her voice is so beautiful and unique and she can slay the lowest and highest notes, she’s an incredible dancer and her stage presence is out of this world, she is so sassy and funny and most of the best moments in interviews are because of her (aka she saying things she shouldn’t and the girls freaking out), she’s so sweet to fans and she’s always telling them they’re beautiful and gorgeous the way they are and she’s SO damn inspiring like if you look at her now and you know all the things she’s been through (and still goes through) it’s impossible not to feel an overwhelming feeling of pride and love towards her precious self because she’s so strong and amazing and stunning!!!!! jesy nelson deserves so much more appreciation and i will protect and love her at all costs.

What I need for Az

I love Mor wholeheartedly but with this new admission and that weird really close thing with Elain - I need Azriel to find someone. His mate or just a woman he loves who will love him back because Mor can’t and that’s okay. I really want to see the scene where she tells him and he understands. I think it won’t be for a while after that but I want to see him move on. I want him to struggle to move on and (I know he will bc he’s amazing) not hold it against Mor. But I want him to find someone - someone who loves him and he loves back because he deserves all the love and I really also would like for the person he finds to adore Mor too (shes very easy to adore) and to be friends with Mor. And Elain bc I think Az and Elain are greaf friends in their quietness and fierceness.

I don’t know I love Az I just want him to be happy.


- You feel insecure about your weight.

A/N: honestly my friend was telling me about this and I felt like real shit. You could feel how hurt she was and it really pissed me off because she is amazing and doesn’t deserve to be treated like that just by how she looks. I know this is only a fake texts and its for fun but I wanna let you all know that it really doesn’t matter how you look or if you’re short or tall skinny or fat, it’s your life, make sure you live it how you want and like. Enjoy the good things and block the negative ones because life is too short to let other people ruin your happiness. And please know that if you ever need anyone to talk, I’m here for you, I really mean it.


“I used to tell Walter, ‘Never start a fight… but always finish it.’ I didn’t start this fight… but by God, I’m going to finish it.”

A/N : Been working on this for the last few days. A bit of a long one. Hope you enjoy :) <3 xx

[Y/N] knocked twice on the Parker’s door, backing up against the adjacent wall, she waited to be let in. [Y/N] knew that she was extremely early but also knew that Peter wouldn’t mind. Knowing them, it was probably a good thing that she had arrived a few hours earlier than they had originally planned because this science project was not going to get started until really late tonight if not at all. She could just tell. In all honesty, the two of them shouldn’t ever be allowed to be partners for anything school related. It always ended the same. The two would lounge around on his bed or in her basement, listening to music, exchanging their unrealistic life goals, eating enough Chinese takeout and pizza to end world hunger. And hours before the project was due, the two would scramble, stay up all night, trying to glue and cut their way into some bullshit work that always ended up in a B-. 

The door opened, revealing Aunt May smiling bright. “Hey, kiddo.” She moved aside, allowing the teenage girl she’s known for years into the apartment. Aunt May adored [Y/N] and there was a big part of her that hoped that Peter would see what kind of girl he had right in front of his eyes. Anytime she tried to mention the topic of whether or not Peter liked [Y/N] more than just a friend, he’d freak out and change the subject, forcing May to drop it altogether until next time. 

“Hey, Aunt May.” [Y/N] said casually. She had been calling May, Aunt, for years now even though she wasn’t actually her aunt. It had began as an accident when Peter was helplessly trying to get her attention at a football game back in middle school. [Y/N] had climbed halfway up the fence and shouted Aunt May so loud that the entire game paused. And ever since then, it kind of stuck. 

Closing the door behind them, she moseyed on back to the kitchen where she was finishing up the dishes. “Planning on staying for dinner?” May asked, flickering a look towards the [hair color]. She had been prepping a slow cooker meal all morning. 

Grinning, she took a seat at the breakfast table, “Depends on what you made.” 

Chuckling, May shook her head and whipped a half wet towel in [Y/N]’s direction. “Have you ever turned down my cooking?” She placed a hand on her chest as if she was insulted and betrayed. “Have I ever cooked you a meal that was unsatisfactory.” 

Squealing loudly when the towel was inches from her shoulder, she laughed out. “You know I’ll always stay for dinner, Aunt May.” Resting her chin on her hand that lay flat on the table, she sighed. “Especially now more than ever.” 

May frowned, “Still that bad?” 

Groaning, she ran both hands through her hair. “Yes. I just wish they’d just agree on everything and get divorced already.” Her fingers toyed with the mess of pens that were no doubt from Peter’s backpack. “It’s frustrating and then when they do sit down and divvy things up, they fight over who’s going to take me.”

May kept her frown on her face. She hated that [Y/N] was in this kind of battle. Turning around, she popped open a container that had all sorts of baked treats inside. Sliding them over, she leaned against the counter. “Who would you choose?” 

“Neither.” [Y/N] said as she bit into an oatmeal raisin cookie. Groaning with her mouth full, she looked at May and half smiled. “How about I just move in with you and Peter.” 

May chuckled, “You know that door,” pointing towards the front door, “is always open to you, kiddo. Always.” Putting the lid back on the container, she firmly stated. “Always.” 

[Y/N] was about to respond with gratitude but was interrupted by Peter stumbling out of his bedroom. He wore a stupid, tired grin on his face while his hair looked like it had been through hell and back in his sleep

“Morning, sunshine.” [Y/N] spoke with humor in her words. Glancing down at her watch, she snickered. “It’s only half past noon.” 

Keep reading

You ship Supercorp? AWESOME!
You ship Karamel? GREAT!
You ship Karolsen? GOOD FOR YOU!
You ship Winnzor? CUTE!

See what i did there? I didn’t discredit or discriminate.
Is your ship canon? No? WHO CARES
If it’s not your ship then stay out of it.
Enjoy your own. The ships aren’t just toxic, you are.
Let eachother enjoy this amazing show that we have because things like Supergirl are so rare and we probably won’t get anything close to this again, and if you look at what Kitsowitz have done to Once Upon a Time, it may not even last that long.

I ship Kara Danvers/Zor-El with the whole world.. because that’s what she deserves. THE WORLD.

Fairy Tail is now over and the character I will miss the most is Juvia. I’m not a big fan of female characters usually (I don’t know why) but Juvia is really an endearing character : she isn’t a main character but it was a real pleasure to follow her in the Fairy Tail story.

Before being a Gruvia fan, I’m a Juvia fan.

Juvia, although she was the rain woman, was bringing sunshine every time she appeared in a chapter. I will miss her smile, her softness, all of her fantaisies, her great imagination, her crazy (and very funny) side, her sense of humor, her water magic which was beautiful and amazing, her devoted love for her friends and her Gray-sama… and all the things I’m forgetting.

When she was first introduced in the story, I was intrigued by her personnality. She was so weird but so touching on the same time (because of her past and her need to be loved and valued). I ended up appreciating her and she finally became my favorite character.

I’m glad that things end as well for her and she could find hapiness because she really deserved it. She seems to be happy and she is loved, not only by her guildmates, but also by the man she loves.

The only complaint I personally have is that Mashima never developped all her potential (which was considerable). That being said, she remains a wonderful character in my eyes and I thank Mashima for having created Juvia.

I’m looking forward to see her again in the rest of the anime and perhaps on Mashima’s drawings in twitter.

anonymous asked:

Man I would fucking LOVE to get a scene where Kara finds out why exactly Maggie doesn't like V-Day. Because I know for a fact that if Kara knew, she would have been so supportive and so comforting and would have /helped/ Maggie deal with her trauma and would not have said what she said. (Also I feel like the writers just started a whole new show with different characters but the same names and faces after 2x09.)

She tells her that she should think about Alex.

She tells her that she needs to remember how much Alex cares for her, how much Alex deserves what she never had.

And she’s not wrong: Alex does deserve beautiful things.

But so does Maggie: so does Maggie, and Kara doesn’t understand – not at first – because Kara is projecting, and Kara is pained.

But she is also, still, Kara.

So she sees the pain flashing behind Maggie’s eyes, and she sees the fear laying in wait there.

She knows that kind of pain, that kind of fear.

Well, not exactly.

But it looks awfully similar to the ghosts in her eyes that stared back at her in the mirror when she first got to earth – when she’d lost everything – and after the Black Mercy, when she’d been forced to lose everything again; and after Astra; and after, just, god, everything.

Kara knows ghosts, and Kara squints at Maggie, because there’s something more than irritation at corporate holidays haunting her eyes.

“Maggie, what is it?” she asks, when she’s about to leave, when she’s about to fly away on her own to deal with the crisis she’s not ready to let anyone help her with yet. She asks, because it looks an awful lot like Maggie is having a crisis she doesn’t want anyone to help her with, too. And she looks like she probably does it a lot.

Something Kara is deeply familiar with.

Maggie doesn’t answer for a moment. She seems startled by the question, startled by the idea that someone would notice, that someone would care to ask.

“Nothing, Kara, it – like I said, I just wanted to apologize, that’s all.”

Kara squints at her and takes a long, deep breath. Maggie looks away first, and that’s how Kara knows for certain that she’s right; that something is very, very wrong.

“Maggie, Alex didn’t tell me what happened, but I… do you want to tell me what happened? Maybe I can help.”

Maggie stares for an incredulous moment, and she pffts – she must be getting it from Alex, Kara thinks vaguely – and she crosses her arms over her chest.

“It’s nothing, it’s whatever, Kara, just – just let Alex know I’m looking for her, will you please?”

She starts to walk away, and Kara stills her with a gentle but firm hand hovering just over her elbow, not quite touching her, because Maggie is tense and Maggie is scared and Maggie might not want unexpected touch right now.

“Maggie, my planet died. My people. I know something about that look on your face. That… losing everything face. What happened?”

Her voice is soft and her voice is low, and Maggie’s heart threatens to burst because she’s always wondered what it’s like to have a sister who loves her like this.

“I lied to your sister.”

Kara bristles and Maggie shakes her head and chuckles, just a bit.

“No need to break out the heat vision, Little Danvers, not like that. I… I told her my parents were cool about me coming out.”

She swallows and glances at Kara’s ocean eyes and forces herself to continue, forces herself to talk to Alex’s kid sister, because Alex’s kid sister isn’t exactly a kid, and she looks like she needs to focus on something other than her own worries right now, anyway.

“They weren’t. Okay with it. I was outed. I was fourteen. My dad kicked me out. My aunt took me in. It was… it was Valentine’s Day, when it happened. Why it happened.”

“Oh, Maggie,” Kara whispers, and her hands hover out to her sides, and Maggie nods almost imperceptibly, and Kara brings them gently to touch Maggie’s arms.

“And Alex didn’t know, and she tried to do a Valentine’s thing for you, and it sparked…”

“Memories, right.”

Kara’s eyes are swimming with tears now, but Maggie can’t see because Maggie is looking anywhere but at Kara.

“Maggie, it’s not Alex’s fault, I… I encouraged her, I asked her what you like, and I told her to make a custom-made Maggie Sawyer Valentine’s Day, so that maybe you could like it again, but Maggie, I didn’t know, I… I didn’t really hear you, Alex didn’t really hear you, and I… I am so sorry…”

It’s that acknowledgment, that insight, that makes Maggie force her eyes up to Kara’s again.

“I freaked out, Little Danvers. What if she’s angry, what if she doesn’t want me anymore, what if… what if I’m too… messed up for her?”

To Maggie surprise, Kara smiles softly, and she runs a gentle finger through Maggie’s long hair.

“Maggie, my sister… my sister is wild about you. My sister has never… I don’t think she’s ever really been in love, Maggie, but with you, I… Maggie, she doesn’t care so much about you because of who she thinks you are. She’s not dating only part of you. She’s dating all of you. She wants to be dating all of you, she wants to know all of you. I know we don’t know each other that well yet, but I know Alex, better than anyone, and Alex lo… Alex really cares about you, Maggie. Deeply. She’s not going to run because you have ghosts in your past. So does she. Maybe your ghosts can comfort each other, you know?”

Maggie is swallowing the painful lump in her throat and she’s forcing tears back into her eyes and she’s tilting her head and clenching her jaw and breathing slow, slow, slow.

“You’re amazing, Kara.”

“So are you, Maggie.”

“I… I want to do something for Alex. I… she deserves… hell, we both deserve… the things we never got. I… I have an idea, but… do you think you could get J’onn and James and Winn to help me?”

Kara’s all smiles, now, and Maggie can’t help but smile, too, because damn, the Danvers sisters have the most infectious joy.

“What do you need them to do?”

“Well, for starters, I’m gonna need Winn to whip up a dress…”


Josh Dun X Reader

Request: i was wondering if you could do one imagine where the reader and josh are dating but he don’t want the media or the fans to know her because josh thinks she doesn’t deserve to lose her intimacy, so when they go out together, she is always covering her face with hats or beanies, but then she tells him that she don’t want him lying to the clique and they go public. if you could make it fluffy sz

Warnings: blood, kinda angsty??? Mention of injury… and language.

A/N: I’M SO SORRY THAT THIS IS SHIT OMG. I also apologize for taking so long to update my stories. I’ve been in a mood lately, and it hasn’t been a good one. I’ve been trying to juggle school and other personal shit, so I hope you can all understand. You guys are the best, thanks for bearing with me all this time. Honestly, it means the world.

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My friend Heather over at @wheremyscalesslither is not feeling well today, so snake photos are required. Please feel free to add on more cute snake photos to this post so she can have epic snake thread to browse through. Because she is amazing and deserves it.

Gabrielle (Charcoal het diffused) was being an uncooperative little *mumblemumble* today for photos so this is all I got.

And her beautiful freckled iridescent tum.

Ms. Moose was also not exactly having the whole photo shoot thing but in her defense she is going to shed at any moment.

*camouflage mode engaged*

And for a splash of color, little A’ Ghrian.

Realizations || Alex - Part 1

AN: I’ll be using the pronouns she/her for Alex on this first part, because she’s still figuring herself out, and hasn’t given pronouns a thought yet.

Also, shout out to @queergirlwriting for being so inspiring!

Coming to terms with her sexuality hadn’t exactly been easy, but Alex thought that it had gone well enough and she knows how lucky she is to have so many special people in her life who were nothing but supportive of her.

But most of those people simply accepted her, while Maggie knew exactly what she was going through. “Read up on LGBT+ issues, it’ll be good, Danvers. You’ll see that you aren’t the only one who’s going through all this. You aren’t alone.” Maggie had said, making Alex roll her eyes.

“I know that, Maggie, you’re here. I’m not alone.” she had replied.

“I know, babe, but you need to know that there’s an entire community out there who will support you. You might not feel like it now, but you need more than one person as your safe-net, okay?”

Alex had crossed her arms and huffed stubbornly. “I’m gay, Maggie, I know there are a bunch of other people like me out there… J-Just look at how big our Pride Parade is…”

Maggie had mirrored Alex’s stance, crossing her arms, and narrowing her eyes at her girlfriend. “Okay… But being part of this community is more than just being gay, lesbian, or bi. Babe,” Maggie sighed, “You lived your entire life trying to fit in a box, and now you’re just starting to peek out of it. There’s a whole world of concepts and issues that you probably haven’t even heard of, okay? Just- just read up, educate yourself, and I guarantee you’ll find clarity for things you hadn’t even given too much thought about, alright??”

Reluctantly, Alex had nodded in agreement.

And that’s how she had found herself up until four AM, three nights in row, reading up on sexuality and gender. It felt good; some stories had made Alex cry, others had filled her with hope and joy, and she really did feel a connection with people she had never even met.

A couple of months had passed since then; life had been going as well as you could expect when you deal with bad guys and evil organizations on a daily basis, but everything was worth it, because Alex got to go home to Maggie every night.

“Tough day, babe?” Maggie asked, handing Alex a glass of wine, and giving her a sweet kiss.

Alex kissed Maggie back, and gladly accepted the drink. “Just the usual stuff.” she said, trying to shrug it off.

“C’mon, Ally, you know you can tell me anything.” Maggie said with a smile, but it soon disappeared when she saw Alex frowning at her. “What? Did something really bad happen?” She was getting worried.

“Uh…no… you just…” Alex worried her bottom lip, trying to make sense of her discomfort. “You just…y-you called me Ally…”

Maggie tilted her head, frown still in place, “You don’t like it?”

“I…” God, why was she being so annoying about a nickname? Alex mentally chastised herself, but her stomach had dropped at the new name, and that feeling was just too damn familiar… “It just… It makes me feel the same way when my mother calls me Alexandra… I’m sorry, Maggie, I’m just being a pain. Forget I sai-”

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