we know there’s so much deeper to a slytherin than just snarky remarks and a jab of an insult. we know there’s a million more walls to fight through before we reach the core, the shielded fire of a slytherin; their heart, burning in ferocity as they take pride in everything they do.
we know that slytherins hold their head up high, never letting their guard down because they don’t know what they’ll do if someone taunts them, letting them make a fool of themselves.
because slytherins are just as heartless as we are; doing anything for the ones they love. they play within the rules, never bending or breaking them because they promised themselves that they will do what’s right for themselves after being ridiculed, shamed and left hanging.
because being a slytherin means working your ass off to achieve what you want, the swell of pride in your stomach after seeing your plan move with perfection.
being a slytherin means to be sharp and fast on your feet, quick and speedy and ready to run, run, run. because all you ever do is hide from the monsters and pray that someone else will slay them for you. because you are still a normal human being.
but being a slytherin means shattering one of your precious rules to help out a friend, to make them happy because you are loyal and you pick your companions wisely.
because being a slytherin means being a bitch and dropping the people who are toxic in your lives, because you know you deserve better.
being a slytherin means that you are the person people go to when they’re in need of a fighter, a person who doesn’t back down from danger because you will protect them because you are fierce and you will not step away from a challenge if it’s for someone you care for.
being a slytherin means ending the relationship first or never starting it at all because you don’t want to feel weak, you don’t want to cry when everything finishes. because you’d rather feel nothing than lose everything.
because a slytherin is sharp clothing, tight jeans and a wicked smirk, but it is also a fierce longing for everyone you care for to be safe. an ambition to keep your rules straight and to abide them so your life isn’t messy and it’s organized and neat.
because being a slytherin means sacrificing your own feelings to watch your beloved be happy, careful to overstep because you don’t want to lose something you never had in the first place.
Happy Birthday Ashton!!! There’s so much I could say but no amount of words could describe how I feel. You’re a literal gift to this earth and I’m grateful for everything you do for this band. Live it up today Junior because you deserve every minute of it
Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].
A/N: Oh my god, we have finally reached the end of this series! I want to thank each and every one of you who read/reblogged/commented on this story. Your support and kind words have kept this story going, and I appreciate all of you so damn much. If I could give hugs to all of you, I would! Thank you for sticking with me, and I hope you all enjoy the conclusion of this series. I love you all!!!!
You stood in front of Bucky’s bedroom door, trying to recollect yourself before you spoke to him, to finally tell him your decision. After your meet up with Steve, you realized that you had to stop dwelling on the situation. You had to make your choice to give you and Bucky a resolution from this, to place the both of you at ease.
Agreeing to take you to Bucky, Steve led you to his building that was only a few blocks away from the cafe. The both of you walked in silence while your mind was anything but still and serene. It was difficult to make a decision that would ultimately affect the future of your relationship with Bucky. Whatever you chose to do, your choice would have their own consequences, their own issues. You couldn’t do anything about it, though. This was real life. This wasn’t a movie where everything was clear of repercussions, where a happy ending was always expected to happen.
don’t ever let anyone tell you intense pain during your period is normal. don’t let anyone convince you that you’re just over reacting or complaining. your pain is valid. your distress is valid. YOU are valid.
endometriosis has an average of 10 years to be diagnosed because of the stigma around menstruation. 10 fucking years of pain so bad you can be vomiting uncontrollably for DAYS. 10 years of being belittled by every doctor because they simply don’t understand. 10 years of crying because why isn’t anyone taking your pain seriously.
you have to keep going, you have to keep fighting. fight even when no one believes you. fight because you deserve to live without pain.
I’m so sorry about what trump has done to all you amazing and brace transgender people. I fortunately live in England but I’m so deadly sorry for what the arsehole has done. You deserve as much love, support and right to live on this earth. Please don’t think you aren’t normal or beautiful because everyone human deserve a chance to live. A chance to be themselves. A chance to see who they are. A mostly a chance to see they are beautiful and amazing and unique.
Most important FUCK TRUMP! YOU DESERVE TO BE HERE MORE THAN HE DOES!!! 🖤
YES I AM A PERSONA 5 BLOG AND THAT I POST TRASH ON A DAILY BAISIS, BUT I’VE NEVER ACTYALLY PLAYED THE GAME MYSELF.
~~ You see, I found Persona 5 by one of my favouriteyoutubers playing the game. And since then, I have been watching one of his walk throughs. And now! After how many months of wanting the game myself, I’ve got the game! And it was bought by one of my friends, which I’m not gonna lie, I actually cried over, and wasn’t expecting it at all.
So yes! I’m gonna be playing the game myself, finally! Aaaah I’m so excited!
You don’t have to be productive to deserve happiness.
You don’t have to justify the space you take up in the world, the food you eat, the things you need physically or emotionally to keep moving forward another day. You deserve these things just because you are a living, breathing human being.
I’ve seen a lot of people losing hope, and I just don’t feel that way at all. Maybe this explanation of why will give all of you a little hope as well. If you haven’t read my othermetas on season 4B Bellarke, do so if you wish because they relate to this and I still stand by them.
A lot of my optimism has to do with parallels and comparisons given to us this season.
Let’s start with Clarke.
Clarke’s season four arc is dealing with the burden of leadership. Arguably, I’d say it’s a continuation of the line, “I bear it so they don’t have to,” in Blood Must Have Blood Part Two. Clarke has developed the mentality that she has to bear it so her people don’t have to, and ironically, it’s taken her down the same path that Dante Wallace, the person who first said those words to her, went down in season two.
Occasionally, Clarke sets aside this defense for comfort, but she’s only done this with two people this season: Niylah and Bellamy.
Clarke seeks out Niylah and is always the one to instigate the physical contact we see between them, but we never really see her relax. The most recent example we have of this is in The Other Side where Clarke opens up a little to Niylah, trying to psych herself up into actually believing what she’s doing is right, but her back is physically to her the entire time. As we see later in the episode—where Clarke holds a gun to Bellamy and repeats that what she’s doing, she’s doing to save humanity—that moment with Niylah held little in the way of clarity or comfort for Clarke. In the end, it served as a comparison.
There have been precious few moments this season where Bellamy has physically comforted Clarke—one, to be exact. The List. We’ve seen Bellamy and Clarke physically comfort each other before, and every time has been effective in making a difference in the outlook or emotional distress that one character or another has been in. Most notably: The Hug in Human Trials, The Hug in Join Or Die, and the Hand Hold in Perverse Instantiation Part Two. So, why, compared to past seasons, has there been a lack of physical comfort between the two?
Clarke is almost always the person to initiate contact when she’s looking for comfort because Clarke is a physical person. It’s curious, then, that when the world is ending, she doesn’t go to the one person who has been proven to actually comfort her time and time again.
The one time Bellamy was the one to initiate the contact—his hand on her shoulder—we see Clarke basically melt, nuzzling into it. The List Scene was an incredibly intimate moment that both Bellamy and Clarke recognized the gravity of. They were both willing to say, “I will deprive someone else of this chance at survival, because you deserve it, too, and I refuse to live without you.” The look she gives Bellamy as he walks away from her in The Four Horsemen has been debated. Some people say she felt rejected by Bellamy, and maybe that’s true, but I also think it was an emptiness in the loss of contact.
Clarke is closing herself off in season four, both emotionally and physically to any feeling that actually matters. She maintains a sexual relationship with Niylah, sure, but there’s a narrative reason it was spelled out by Niylah that what they have is purely physical, and neither of them is looking for anything more. Clarke is keeping her feelings and her fears closely guarded, and my theory as to why that is is that everyone Clarke has loved in a romantic capacity has been killed. Learning that radiation was about to cover the planet once again was enough to force anything Clarke feels for anyone else to the back-burner.
Clarke loves Bellamy. Just as friends? Absolutely not. Monty is Clarke’s friend, and he wasn’t on the List even though he would be objectively more useful than Bellamy in a bunker survival scenario. Yet she wrote Bellamy’s name without hesitation. Clarke loves her mom, but Clarke would let her die to save her people—Clarke said as much to Roan. Yet when Roan mentioned that Bellamy would die, Clarke didn’t hesitate to give up chances for survival for her people in order to save him. Clarke claimed she “stole” the bunker and was refusing to open the doors to the other clans to save humanity. Yet when it came down to the choice of either saving humanity or killing Bellamy, she lowered her gun.
Clarke. Loves. Bellamy.
But Clarke will not act on her feelings for him while she’s still convinced that if she does, he’ll die. She can’t. It’s why she stopped him from completing his confession, “Clarke, if I don’t see you again…” in We Will Rise. Clarke has had enough of deathbed love declarations and is trying her best to protect herself from that pain.
Bellamy, on the other hand, doesn’t want anyone he loves to die without them knowing.
We saw how not telling Octavia he loved her when she could’ve been marching to her death in Die All, Die Merrily affected him. “Even with the world ending, I couldn’t tell her I loved her.”
Bellamy told Octavia how much he loves her in The Other Side.
“Clarke, if I don’t see you again…” is still awaiting a resolution.
Bellamy’s arc in season four has been learning when he can save people, and when he should let people go. Incidentally enough, this is also a continuation from Blood Must Have Blood Part Two when Bellamy let Clarke walk away from Arkadia without a fight.
This has been culminating all season, ever since, “If I’m on that list, you’re on that list.” Even after the events of The Other Side, Bellamy said, “Octavia won’t let anything happen to Clarke, and neither will I.”
Bellamy still believes Clarke is worth saving, and with the new development that only one hundred Sky People can fit in the bunker, that’s important.
In The Four Horsemen, Clarke and Bellamy made a list of one hundred people they were going to save. The list itself may now be obsolete, but the promise they made to each other through it is not.
The Other Side showed us that despite the conflict and angst in which Clarke and Bellamy are currently embroiled, they still love each other.
We have yet to see the resolution of The List plot device, and when we do we’ll see Clarke and Bellamy standing together.
Do I know if the writers are going to give us Romantic Bellarke this season? No. No one who wasn’t involved with production can know that. But I do know that the writers wrote season four unsure about a renewal. They weren’t sure if they were going to get a season five, so they wrote season four with the possibility for addition, but with the plan that the season needed to tie the show together as an ending. Say what you want about the writers, but if there’s one thing they know how to do, it’s create and complete parallels.
To the person/people who I have spent too much of my time thinking about. To the person/people I have wasted my energy on. To person/people who I gave my all too, and received nothing in return. I hope you are out living life to the fullest because even you deserve to be happy.
I hope you find what you are looking for, and are finally content where you are. I hope you have the adventures and thrills you were seeking. I hope you meet people who genuinely care about you, and you genuinely care about. I hope only for the best, for you.
I hope we don’t meet again. And if we do, I hope you have changed. I hope you learned something.
“It’s not polite to talk about menstrual problems. Nobody wants to hear about that.”
This type of stigma is what kept so many doctors from listening to me about my endometriosis, so you bet your ass I’m going to share it all to protect young girls from years of suffering and help those women out there who are still being silenced, because if it would’ve been “polite” to talk about it then maybe I could’ve gotten help at the early stages of this disease. We need to end this notion of “nobody wants to hear it” because it relates to women’s reproductive health.
Our health matters.
MY HEALTH MATTERS.
I do NOT deserve to live in chronic pain simply because you get squeamish talking about uteruses and vaginas, and if you can’t handle that then that’s your problem not mine or the millions of women suffering in silence.
“It’s along the way, can’t take more than ten minutes,” Jim answered gruffly, he hated when you would whine. “Please? You’re usually such a good girl.”
That definitely wasn’t a lie. Usually you remained on your top behavior, Jim’s job was stressful enough and he shouldn’t have to worry about you. It was fun being a good girl at times. Of course, being a bad girl was equally as fun. Especially when you pushed Jim enough to get him to punish you.
“Look, YN, I love you and our night is important. I need to find to find where the gang keeps their weapons cache,” he pleaded, parking the car in front of a club.
“Please, daddy?” You pouted, arms crossed in front of your chest. “I never get to spend time with you since we came to Gotham. The city needs you, sure, but so do I.”
“I don’t want to disappoint you. That’s the last thing I want. It’s just really hard for kids on the street. I want to make it safer for them and for ours if we ever have children. Promise, I’ll make it up to you,” he said, attempting to make you see what he saw.
“I…fine! But just because the kids deserve good lives. I hate you, Gordon.”
He raised a brow, “What did you say?” Jim had set a few rules when the two of you had gotten together. One of them was to never refer to him using his name if you were alone.
“You heard me. I said it quite clearly, but if I need to say it again. I. Hate. You. Gordon,” you repeated with a sickly sweet smile.
His jaw tightened but nonetheless he pressed a kiss to your cheek. Jim never left without making you remember he loved you. “Be a good girl and wait in the car.” He slammed the car door as he exited, assuring you there was a punishment to come.
“Be a good girl and wait in the car,” you mimicked in a poor imitation of his voice.
-pov change. Jim-
“Detective Gordon, what can I do for you today my friend?”
“I need information about the oncoming gang wars happening. Where the weapons are more specifically,” I demanded, staring down the small man.
“I can’t give you that information,” he said in his annoying better than you voice, “Unless of course I can get a favor in return. Then, just maybe I can see what I can do for you.”
“What do you want Oswald? I don’t have all night,” I huffed, crossing my arms.
“I just need you to over look an endeavor of mine. Nothing to be worried about, still, you’ll know when it happens.”
I weighed my options carefully, Cobblepot, no matter how meek he seemed, was incredibly crafty. Still, the looming gang war was a bigger threat at the moment. “Fine have your way.”
Oswald provided me with known caches and rumored ones. “It’s always a pleasure doing business with you, Detective Gordon.”
“Wish I could say the same.” I turned on my heel, already feeling like a dirtier cop. If anyone had told me I would be doing this a year ago, there would be no way in hell I would believe them.
-pov change reader-
“Dddaadddyyy, I’m bored,” I whined as soon as he entered the car.
“Not right now, YN.”
One look at his face was enough to shut you up. “Yes, sir.”
The rest of your date was spent with short clipped answers and a cold shoulder. You figured it had to do with whoever he met at the club, still it hurt something awful.
“The movie was cool,” you tried for a conversation, “I didn’t expect the twist at the end.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever YN.”
You sighed and rolled your eyes, leaning your head against the car window. It’s better not to try anymore. Jim would get over it in a couple of hours if you were lucky.
Upon returning to your shared apartment, you poured him a scotch and ran off to take a shower. Hopefully a good drink could win him over or at least get him into a better mood.
When you found him again, he was sat in front of the tv legs spread wide. “Sorry for misbehaving, daddy..” You whispered, taking a seat on his lap and nuzzling close, “How are you feeling?”
“Don’t apologize, little brat,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your neck, “You weren’t the one that ruined the night. Sorry about that, love. When I decided to join the GCPD, there was this image In my head but now… I just, didn’t expect life to be this way. This part of my life is perfect, don’t doubt that. Work turned into something darker.”
“Want to talk about it?”
He shook his head, wrapping his arms around your waist, “No. It’s better for me if I kept these lives separated.”
You nodded your head, understanding. “Just remember, I’m always here for you. Even if you are a grump every now and then.” You giggled and gave him a quick kiss.
He chuckled and downed the rest of his scotch. “But you seem to love it. Now, I believe you owe me a punishment.”
Your eyes widened, in faux shock. “I’m an angel!” Still you slipped off of his lap and ran away, “Catch me if you can!”