beyond where you think you can go

Types As Harry Potter Quotes

ISFJ: “It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”

ESFJ: “’I’m not going to be murdered,’ Harry said out loud.‘That’s the spirit, dear,’ said his mirror sleepily.”

ISTJ: “We could all have been killed- or worse, expelled.” 

ESTJ: “It’s wingardium leviOsa, not leviosAH.”

ISFP: “Ah, music,” he said, wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here!”

ESFP: “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”

ISTP: “Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.”

ESTP: “You sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.”

INFJ: “Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”

ENFJ: “We’ve all got both light and dark inside of us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s what really matters.” 

INTJ: “Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic.”

ENTJ: “Not my daughter, you bitch!”

INFP: “Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have.”

ENFP: “Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.”

INTP: “Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.”

ENTP: “Give her hell from us, Peeves!”


Prompt ~ Arkham knight Jason Todd x reader. So reader has history with Jason and was heartbroken from losing him. But when city of fear hit she finds him and when he convinces her to leave for her own safety she ends up coming back meeting him on a rooftop where she says she can’t leave him, never again, she brings her over and holds her from behind where they share the iconic kiss

“Bruce you can’t be fucking serious.” You glared at Bruce who looked beyond pissed.

“You’re going to stay with Alfred, don’t even think you’re going out there.” Bruce stated with his nostrils flared.

“You let Nightwing help, am I not good as Golden Boy?” You spat, slamming your hand on your desk in anger.

“I can’t lose you too.” Bruce said in a softer tone, the whole night had been hectic. Barbara was dead, Tim wasn’t answering, Nightwing was dealing with Penguins caches, Scarecrow was planning to let our fear toxin all over Gotham, people in the city had been evacuated, and you were stuck with Alfred trying to find any background on the Arkham Knight.

“I’m not unstable any more Bruce, it’s been years since his death.” You added, Jason’s death had taken a huge toll on you. You were depressed for months and once you saw the tape of him getting shot you lost it, you ran away from the manor and hunted down the Joker. You tortured the Joker just as he did to Jason, Bruce and Dick had found your hide out and stopped you from killing the douche. You knew deep down what you did was wrong but you didn’t regret a thing. So once you found out Joker died you were beyond ecstatic, Bruce even let you back out on the field. He had punished you for your actions which pissed you off but you had made amends with him, little by little you built up your relationship with Bruce again and even helped him train Tim even though you despised the kid at first.

“I’m not going to do anything bad, I’m just gonna go patrol and see if I find anything suspicious.” You pleaded. Alfred rolled his eyes already knowing how this was going to end.

“Fine, but you will contact me or Alfred if anything seems out of the ordinary and you will not take on any of the militia, understood?” Bruce instructed with a stern tone, you nodded your head anxiously and shut off the cam.

“I suppose you’ll be needing this?” Alfred handed you your mask, “Thank you Alfred.” You quickly slipped it on a small smile making its way on your face.

 Driving through the streets of Gotham was something you always enjoyed, the feeling of the wind blowing your hair back and not having to worry about the speed limits since no one was gonna tell vigilante off. It was a good way to clear your mind but tonight it was none of these, there were no cars and other motorcycles it was lonely. It felt wrong, it made your skin crawl and made you anxious, just waiting for something to happen. Just as you were about to take a right turn you were knocked of your motorcycle by a tank.

“Shit.” You groaned as you rolled clumsily to the ground, your motorcycle crashed into a building, but that’s not what worried you. It was the man standing before you that was speeding up your heart rate.

“Y/N?” The Arkham Knight stepped closer to you, you backed up, “How do you know my name?” You stood up, ignoring the pain your legs.

“Who are you?” You questioned as he cornered you, “Not yet.” He replied, “Bats is gonna be pissed.” You kicked him on his chest making him stumble back, you landed a solid punch on his helmet. In his distracted moment you tried to escape but he grabbed you by your shoulder and pulled you back with so much force you landed on the ground.

“Stop.” He growled as he pinned you down, you thrashed in his hold, “Fuck off.” You spat back trying to kick him off. “Still stubborn I see.” He twirled a strand of your hair, it was an action that was familiar to you and comforting, but right now it was pissing you off.

“You’re still as beautiful as I remember.” He continued, you barred your teeth at him, “Shut up!” You screeched as he began to peal your mask of slowly, revealing your Y/E/C eyes full of fear.

“You son of a bi-” You shut yourself up as he clicked a button on his helmet, it slowly began to reveal his face. That’s when you spotted the scar, the scar that the monster had bestowed on him.

Jason?” You whispered vulnerably, tears began to pour out your eyes, “You’re alive?”

“I missed your eyes.” Jason wiped your tears with his gloved hand, “God I missed you so much.” His eyes bore into yours, his blue eyes looked sadder than you remember but they still looked breathtaking.

“It’s you, oh my god, it’s you.” You sobbed, his grip on your arms loosened, you slipped out his grip and cupped his face.

“He took you away from me, I wanted to kill him. I was so close, but now you’re here. How? I saw you die?” You asked, he pulled you up from the ground but still held you in his arms.

“He thought I died, I was able to escape.” Jason answered his eyes scanning your face desperately.

“Why are you working with Scarecrow?” You’re eyes hardened, “Bruce has to pay.” Jason’s sweet demeanor changed, his tone darker.

“Jason, Bruce mourned over you.”

“No he fucking didn’t! He let the piece of shit live and he even fucking replaced me. Are you seriously taking his side?” He screamed at you his eyes full of rage.

“I’m not defending him, but you were his son. He didn’t replace you dammit, Tim wanted to be Robin. Bruce changed and he wasn’t the same, Tim wanted to help him and he gave Bruce hope. They searched for you and they got the tape, I was depressed for months and they wouldn’t let me look for you. I got so mad with Bruce and when he showed me the tape I told him how much I hated him and I ran away! You can’t do this.” You said, your eyebrows knitting together.

Jason’s eyes watered, “I’m sorry, that monster changed me and I’m not mentally stable. You need to leave the city.” Jason pulled you into his chest.

“Scarecrow is going to release the toxin soon, you need to go.” Jason cupped your face, rubbing circles on your cheeks.

“Jason you can’t do this-”

“Please Y/N, I have to fix this.” You nodded your head slowly, he smiled at you, god you thought you would never see his smile again.

His glanced down at your lips, “Can I?” You nodded your head again, he locked your lips with his. It felt different from all your other kisses with him, it was needy and passionate. His lips were still soft and molded perfectly with yours and it made your knees weak, just as you pulled away you placed a tracker on his back.

“I love you.” Your lips were only centimeters apart, foreheads touching. “I love you too.” He kissed you one more time, you pulled back and grappled your way through the city back to your apartment. Bruce wasn’t going to be happy but you believed in Jason, even if he wasn’t mentally stable you knew he would fix everything.

You hated Metropolis, nothing eventful seemed to happen here and if something did happen another superhero would deal with it, no doubt one of the Kents. You only been here for a few hours and you were already tired of the city, Bruce hadn’t even tried to contact you. Alfred did and you just told him nothing was going on and to not worry. You were starting to regret leaving Gotham but you didn’t want to upset Jason.

“Fuck it.” You grappled back down to the ground from the skyscraper you were on and hopped onto your new motorcycle that Luscious has sent you. You quickly speed to Gotham, you had to get there because if something happened and you didn’t even try to stop it you would hate yourself for it.

Just as you entered Gotham your jaw dropped, people were already flooding back into the city. But that wasn’t what shocked you, the footage on the big screen showed Bruce with his cowl off, it kept replaying and it made your stomach drop.

“Y/N?” You parked your motorcycle, Bruce’s hologram appearing on your cam, “Bruce? What happened, I’m sorry I couldn’t-”

“Jason told me.” Your eyes widened at the mention of Jason’s name, “I don’t blame you, but protocol Nightfall is about to begin.”

“Bruce you can’t be serious, there has to be another way-”

“I have to do this to protect all of you, this won’t be the last time we see each other.” Bruce’s eyes bored into your masked ones, “You promise?” You bit your lip trying to hold your sobs, “I promise.”

“I love you, dad.” You smiled sadly at him, your heart breaking at the thought of how hurt he must feel, “I love you too.” He smiled back at you one last time and shut his cam off.

“Jason…” You mumbled, you needed to find him. You clicked a button on your gauntlet revealing where he was, he wasn’t far he was still in the city. You hopped off your motorcycle and grappled towards the skyscrapers. You ran across buildings heading towards the east side of Gotham.

After a long time you finally got closer to him, from the distance you spotted a shining red helmet. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at the new look.

“Jason!” You screamed, the figure turned around, you sprinted and jumped on him. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist to prevent you from falling.

“Is it you?” You asked.

“Of course it’s me if it wasn’t I would have dropped you.” He chuckled as he put you down.

“I told you to stay out of Gotham it’s still dangerous especially after what happened.” He took of his helmet revealing his thick black unruly hair.

“I can’t leave you, not again.” You went near the edge of the skyscraper, looking at the city down below once again full of life.

“I’m sorry, this is all my fault.” Jason’s chest pressed up against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“I don’t care right now, just kiss me.” You turned your head slightly to meet his lips, this was just the start of new hectic chapter of life but right now you didn’t care, right now everything felt right in his arms.

anonymous asked:

Hi, can you please give me dialogue prompts for where person A has to fight person B who was their best friend now turned evil. But person A really doesn't want to fight person B because they still believe there is good in person B.

Hope this helps!

1. “You do realise I’m not going to do this. And I know you don’t want to either!”

“What the hell do you know about me anyway!”

2. “Look, I know that you think you’ve changed beyond repair. But I still believe there’s that person inside you, the one I used to know!”

“I’m not going to listen to this anymore! You can’t trick me into anything! You’re either here to fight…or die!”

3. “I-I can’t fight you. I just…I can’t. You’re still that person to me, and no matter how much you want me to see you as you are now…I can’t do it.”

If anyone has any other prompts feel free to comment! :)

How to Survive the First Week on Campus

So college starts again soon. Like, really soon. My sister has a countdown until she moves in - she has 25 days. However, a lot of people don’t really think beyond the whole “school is starting up again aaaaaaaaaaaaah” panic to figure out exactly how they’re going to handle that first week back. It’s an important week - starting off strong will give you a good foundation for the rest of the semester.

How should you do that? It’s funny you asked, because I’ve been spending some time thinking about my own plan off attack. Here’s how I’m going to be handling Week 1:

Know where you’re going. If you’re a freshman, do what you can to figure out exactly WHERE, in WHAT BUILDING, and on WHICH FLOOR, all your classes take place. Don’t be the person to sit through half of a class you think is Bio 105 before you realize it’s actually Econ 213. Walk your routes from class to class. It will be super helpful, I promise!

Get syllabi figured out early. Many teachers will have general project and paper deadlines on their syllabi, which will usually get put up online a couple days before class starts. Print out those syllabi or put them on your computer and bring them to class! Then put all the deadlines and such into your planner, so you don’t lose track. Most professors will remind you about stuff, but I’ve had a couple that will give you a reminder three weeks before, and then the class before, and that’s all. Don’t be the person who misses one class and shows up to find there was a test they didn’t know about, just because you didn’t read the syllabus.

(Don’t be meeeeeee.)

Figure out plans of attack for long term projects. You probably won’t have any semester long projects as a freshman, but juniors and seniors, this is for you. Know how you’re going to approach that practicum/thesis/seminar paper. Put time in your schedule to work on it regularly. It deserves more than three days of work, and you deserve better than the hell those three days would be. For my thesis, I’m going to be spending about 4 hours a week at the library for the first half of my semester, then moving up to 6 the second half. I shouldn’t need to do more than that, if I stick with it.

HAVE A SCHEDULE. Oh my GOD do schedules help. I would forget my own birthday if it wasn’t on the schedule, I swear. If you can’t schedule huge blocks of time for studying, that’s okay. If you need to schedule every single thing in your life, that’s fine (I certainly do). I will never ever ever stop repping for schedules - they help my disorganized disaster brain know what it’s supposed to do, so I don’t get paralyzed by decisions and end up staring at the wall listening to the Adams Family theme song on repeat.

Be flexible. Keep to that schedule I mentioned like 86% of the time. However, when someone asks you to go with them to a trampoline park? GO TO THE TRAMPOLINE PARK. If someone wants to do a late-night ice cream run? DO IT. Your schedule will recover, but trampoline parks are gonna get sued out of existence eventually, probably. If a unique opportunity comes up that won’t completely kill your GPA or whatever your long-term goal is, try it.

Be willing and able to meet new people. I don’t care who you are, your first two weeks on campus every semester are a GoLdEn time to meet new people. Talk to people next to you in your classes. Join a new club. Keep your dorm room door open if you’re home (note: I do not recommend this for apartments). Friends are great, friends will help you get through stuff, and classmates will help you study. Meet people.

Have a backup class in mind. There’s a 75% chance that during your college career you will go to the first or second day of a class and you will realize you absolutely DETEST it. If you can, dropping this class and taking a different one will make life much nicer. Have an alternate class that you could sub in if one of your classes completely sucks butt. You will thank yourself for it.

Your first week at school may feel scary, or exciting, or you might not feel anything much at all about it. But keeping these things in mind helps me get through it intact, relatively calm, and on time, which is all I can really ask for. Good luck!

Avicii lyrics - Starters

  • “When all our shadows disappeared, the animals inside came out to play.” 
  • “Went face to face with all our fears, learned our lessons through the tears.” 
  • “All this time I was finding myself, and I didn’t know I was lost.”
  • “When you get older, your wild heart will live for younger days.” 
  • “One day you’ll leave this world behind, so live a life you will remember.”
  • “These are the nights that never die.”
  • “Go venture far beyond these shores, don’t forsake this life of yours.”
  • “I’ll guide you home no matter where you are.”
  • “I can’t tell where the journey will end, but I know where to start.”
  • “I tried carrying the weight of the world but I only have two hands.”
  • “You walked right into his plan. Run as fast as you think you can.”
  • “Life’s a game made for everyone, and love is the prize.”
  • “I don’t know just how it happened, I let down my guard…”
  • “Swore I’d never fall in love again, but I fell hard.”
  • “I’m baptized and born again, so you go to hell with your fucked up friends.”
  • “Oh I’m scared of the middle place, between light and nowhere.”
  • “You think you’re getting away. No escape from the deal you made.”
  • “I couldn’t live without you now. Oh, I know I’d go insane.”
  • “I don’t know if I’ll be coming home. It’s a long road to hell without no soul.”
  • “I wear the crown ‘coz I’m the one, to be anointed by your touch.”
  • “I’m torn between fulfilling my wildest dreams, to satisfy the beast inside of me.”
  • “What can I do? I’m addicted to you.”
  • “I’m your truth in disguise, I’m in love with your lies.”
  • “You got me thinking, love will come around but you, never gave me a chance.”
  • “Make a long story short, I got nothin’ to lose.”
  • “The world ain’t give me much, I’m positive that’s a fact.”
  • “You can’t catch me, I’ll be gone by the time they come.”
  • “I’m from a place where we never, openly show our emotions.”
  • “We drown our sorrows in bottomless bottles and leave them to float in the ocean.”
  • “Some nights I talk to myself, I said the words that I could say to no one else.”
  • ““Why worry now? You’ll be safe. Hold my hand, just in case.”
  • “You said you’d follow me anywhere, but your eyes tell me you won’t be there.”
  • “Fuck it I’m going out without you, I’m gonna tear this city down without you.”
  • “My feelings for you have always been real.”
  • “I am that feeling inside, the one we all know but can’t really describe.”
  • “I want you, all of you.”
  • “You had a chance and you took it on me. And I made a promise that I couldn’t keep.”
  • “Cutting corners gets you where you’re going, but how you get there is the real test.”
  • “Do you think about me when you’re all alone?”

coffeeenema  asked:

What gets you off? Or what's your go-to dinner to make on a date?

Those are two drastically different questions.

What gets me off…passion?  I know that sounds dumb, but I like my sex to be passionate, sweaty, and intense.  Some sort of connection beyond the physical.  When sex can easily segue between something really sweet and gentle into something more animalistic and base, and back again.  I think when that happens, it speaks to a comfortability level you have with your partner, and I think that’s amazing.  Sex should be something where you can just let go and not have to worry about, like, “Do I look weird here, will they think I’m strange if I make this sound, what if they judge me because I laugh when I cum?”

I personally have never made dinner on a date, but it would probably be a really simple pasta dish, like a burst cherry tomato pasta with shrimp, or something like that.  IDK, let’s just get some pizza and chill.

Originally posted by giphygiff

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh, I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

What do you think you’ll do then
I bet that’ll shoot down your plane
It’ll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again

Maybe you’ll get a replacement
There’s plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain’t got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground

I want you to think about the person you love most in the world. Think of your best friend, parents, siblings, that crush you had years ago that you still think of from time to time, your ex, your cat, your dog, your goldfish, the person who loves you most,
and now imagine their face when they were told you were no longer part of this world.

I don’t think we should stay alive for anyone other than ourselves, but the thought of the people we love smashing windows and allowing alcohol to poison them to the point where they can’t see is terrifying beyond anything.

If you decide to go, you take everything you are with you. You deserve to be more than a memory. I don’t want you to miss out on all the good things in this world. Things may be dark at this time, but the sun can’t hide forever.

You’ll get your moment, just make sure you’re there to live it.

—  “i tried to kill myself last night”

tomato-bird: Honestly in my personal taste i generally feel like the best sex scene is the NON sex scene. Let us know that Thing is happening, describe emotions and state of mind, then move on and leave it to the imagination. I really don’t like hearing which specific body parts go where, it’s just usually awful and awkward.

I feel like you’re on the money with this one, but now that I think of it, it goes beyond sex scenes and into just descriptive writing in general - less is more, if you’re being serious or trying to move an audience emotionally, at least. be thrifty with those details. 

It just occurred to me that The End of the Affair had some very sexy moments in it, the characters were engaging in extremely sexy sex, but I can’t recall if there were any actual sex scenes in it. There might be, there might not be, idr, but it doesn’t matter since the impression left in the story was so clear, and because the story and characters existed and mattered apart from the sex they were having. I feel like it was sexy not because Graham Greene was good at writing sex scenes, as much as he was just a really good writer.

My Discordia

In many ways, Religion is kinda stupid, right?

but instead of leaning away from it

let’s dive in 

head first

Let’s exercise our right to be wrong

Let’s juice the religious experience for everything it’s got.

Because IF beliefs are sacred, even the stupid ones,

BOOM, a bunch of really stupid shit is now sacred.

A lot of atheists come into Discordianism because it’s this great joke on religion. 

And then

when you feel where this headspace is, 

you can see there’s something else 


and you don’t need to go to church for it,

you don’t even need to really believe in a god to tap into it,

 it’s this chaos inside

which can become anything

and listen–if there are things in this universe

that are irrational

then our rational minds deceive us

into thinking that whole Enlightenment routine

can bust down any wall

but hey, you try reasoning with the clouds

I’m sure they’ll come around.


some stuff in this world is sacred

and I don’t know what sacred means except 

    a connection between

     heaven and earth, 

       the conceptual and the material, 

          the body and the spirit

and some stupid shit is sacred now


finally the bibles are molding on the shelves

finally the traditions have worn out

finally the parade is over

finally god is off the pedestal

finally we are in the driver’s seat

finally a roach will save me

finally, flying baby shit

LYRICS TO THE FULL THEME SONG (for those who want to learn to sing it)

If you’re evil and you’re on the rise
You can count on the four of us taking you down
‘Cause we’re good and evil never beats us
We’ll win the fight and then go out for pizzas!

We, are The Crystal Gems!
We’ll always save the day
And if you think we can’t
We’ll always find a way
That’s why the people of this world, believe in
Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl
And Steven!

If you could only know
What we really are,
When we arrvied on Earth
From out beyond your star,
We were amazed to find
The beauty and your worth,
We will protect your kind
And we will protect your Earth
We will protect your Earth
And we will protect you!

I will fight for the place where I’m free
To live together and exsist as me

I will fight in the name of Rose Quartz
And everything that she believed in

I will fight for the world I was made in
The Earth is everything I’ve ever known

I will fight to be everything
That everybody wants me to be when I’m grown

The odds are againt us
This won’t be easy
But we’re not gonna do it alone!

We are The Crystal Gems
We’ll always save the day
And if you think we can’t
We’ll always find a way
That’s why the people of this world, believe in
Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl
And Steven!

Other SU Song and Lyric Sing-A-Longs (x)

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On the MLP movie production:

Hasbro: Hey Sony! Wanna work with us on the MLP movie?

Sony: Would we! What’s it about?

Hasbro: See, this evil world-destroying threat appears and the six ponies have to travel beyond the borders of Equestria to find the only things that can stop it. It’s gonna be like one of those old school 80s traditional animation adventure things, with music and character exploration and stuff. Take the stuff that works well from the TV show and expand upon that. What do you think?

Sony: That sounds…really complex and stupid. What’s an Equestria? Casual audiences won’t get it. Why not a simple movie where they go to the real world and follow some person around and help them find love? You know, like the Smurfs movie. Also, why traditional animation? Why not 3D?


Hasbro: Hey Lionsgate! Wanna work with us on the MLP movie?

exnigmatic  asked:

“Hold on, please.” SO I CAN KILL YOU MYSELF

“Where do you think you are going?” came the voice from behind him, and Bruce stumbled, coughing. 

Questions. Answers. It was all beyond him now. 

He pressed his hand to his side, blood pouring from between his fingers, hissing as he moved to lean himself against the wall of the alley. His vision clouded, and everything sounded so distant, and he knew that he had to keep going - that he was being - 

His knees crashed to the gravel and the pain from that itself was distant, and he heard footsteps, heard laughter, heard the voice of the other, sing-song, almost. Or maybe that was entirely in his head. 

He fell to his side, welcoming the grounding provided by his ear pressed to the gravel, but he was in pursuit, had to keep moving - 

Huh. What obnoxious shoes Nigma wore. Bruce is surprised he never noticed before - but he’d never quite had to see them quite this close before. 

The other was speaking, taunting him, but Bruce didn’t really care to listen to what he had to say. His shoes were so bright. How annoying. Bruce felt lightheaded, dizzy.

How much blood did one have to lose before they died? That’d be a good riddle. Perhaps the other man should ask it. Bruce had the perfect answer.

“This much,” Bruce rasped, to no one in particular, because the other hadn’t asked, but should have. Heh. Like jeopardy. He gave the answer. What was the question? The other spoke, and the response he received sounded confused. Or amused. Didn’t matter, probably. It was almost funny. He couldn’t recall the last time a riddle had actually been funny. This much.

The bat found himself smiling, closing his eyes to those obnoxious shoes, and then he was being pulled into thin arms, the other man’s voice quieting somewhat, still taunting, perhaps. Or simply questioning. 

“Batman?” Confusion? Curiosity? Another riddle, then. Bruce didn’t think he could muster the air to breathe in again, to speak again, so that, too, would go unsolved. 

How much blood did one have to lose before they died? This much. 

“ Come to the light with me.”


“Why not?”

“I’m scared about being visible. Where you can see my scratches and marks. Where you can see the flaws on my face and the scar on my skin. Let us stay in the dark where all we can identify is the warmth of our breath. The taste of our lips. The tenderness of our touch. Let us stay beyond physical. Where you can imagine how perfect I am and where I can be who you want me to be.”

“Don’t you want to be accepted for whoever you are?”

“Everyone wants to be accepted. But I like what we have now. Your words can’t be a guarantee that you will stay even after you see how broken I can be once I am visible. I don’t want to give you a reason to runaway yet. Not yet. I am not ready to let you go.”

“So that’s how shallow you think my love is?”

“I’ve been here before. I’ve seen people leaving me behind once they see how unattractive I am. And right now, nothing can win over my fear of being left— not even your so called love.”

whooshyoongi  asked:

Can I request Akashi going to meet the GOM with his S/O only to get jealous because they're all flirting with her? Thank you, I love your blog beyond belief!!

Thank you so much! -Admin Fyre

“Your old teammates?”

“Yes, I think it’s about time.” Akashi smiled. “Don’t worry if you don’t remember their names, I’ll walk you through it as well as I can. They’re a little eccentric but they’re friendly. Are you okay with that?”

Recently Akashi had gotten into the habit of asking you for your permission for things, whether it was where to go for a date or what to eat. You supposed it was his way of showing that he appreciated your opinion too, and was trying to be less controlling.

Not that he was controlling. Or anything.

You reached over and took his hand, squeezing reassuringly. “Yes, of course. If they’re your friends then they can’t be that bad.”

He wasn’t joking when he said they were practically colour-coded. And eccentric.

Akashi had barely finished his introduction sentence of “Everyone, I’d like you to meet—” when Kise immediately interrupted, practically jumping out of his seat in excitement. “I know who you are! Akashicchi talked a lot about you! Nice to meet you! I’m Kise Ryouta!”

“Oh, uh…really?” You tried to lean away from him, a little surprised by his enthusiasm. “Er…nice to meet you too.”

“Wahh you’re pretty cute!” To Akashi’s mild annoyance, Kise was leaning closer than he would have preferred, face practically inches from yours. “Man I’m so jealous of Akashicchi.”

“Kise, please get a hold of yourself.” Akashi was pleased when Midorima pulled Kise away from you, feeling a familiar relaxation in his chest - he couldn’t help feeling a bit like a mother bird when watching over you - only to grow irritated again when Midorima peered closely at you. “What’s your sign?”

“Midorima-san, right?” You stuttered, gaze flicking up briefly to the shooting guard’s hair. “Um…Capricorn?”

Midorima narrowed his eyes and tipped up his glasses. “Capricorn, huh?”

“I checked Cancer and Capricorn’s compatibility today, Midorima.” Akashi stepped forward, a faint warning tone in his voice. “Don’t worry, there won’t be any bad luck coming your way from meeting us.”

“If you say so, Akashi. By the way…” Midorima squinted at you. “Capricorn is ranked twelfth today, but your lucky item is a person born under the Cancer sign. So I suppose I should stay by your side today.”

Oh my God. You stifled a laugh at Akashi’s expression behind Midorima, looking utterly scandalised as Midorima shifted closer to you, looking stiff. “Thank you for the offer, Midorima-san, but I’m alright.”

“Mido-chin, you’re in the way.”

All of a sudden a shadow loomed over you and you spun around with a tiny squeak, completely thrown because holy shit this guy was tall.

Realising a second too late that you were staring quite impolitely, you snapped your jaw shut. “Y-you must be Murasakibara-kun! U-um…Akashi told me about you!”

“Eh?” Murasakibara regarded at your boyfriend with sleepy violet eyes. “Aka-chin, I hope you didn’t say anything mean about me.”

“Of course not, Murasakibara.”

A moment passed and Murasakibara thrust a packet of chips at you. You looked at it. “I’m sorry?”

“I thought you might be hungry,” Murasakibara muttered, not quite meeting your eyes. Was he blushing? What the hell was going on here? You were more confused than ever.

Akashi, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly what was happening - as usual - and didn’t seem too pleased about it. “I don’t want to come off as rude, but…”

Instantly you turned to shake your head at him. He was only just starting to give you some freedom, and he was going to interrupt?

Seeing your reaction, Akashi frowned but held his tongue. Why was he so mad anyway?

“Started the party without me?”

The weight of an arm draping casually around your shoulder very nearly knocked you off your feet, the dark-skinned ace of Akashi’s old basketball team leaning a little too close for comfort with an easygoing smirk on his face. “The name’s Aomine. So you’re the one Akashi keeps talking about, huh? For once he’s got a good eye.”

Oh. OH.

They were flirting?

Damn, no wonder Akashi looked so pissed. You felt like bursting into laughter.

“Aominecchi, you’re late! Get in line!” Kise tried shoving Aomine off of you, to no avail. “I was talking to ________cchi first!”

Midorima looked irritable at being jostled around by the bickering pair. “Kise, please, Gemini’s compatibility with Capricorn’s is not great today, you’re causing trouble.”

“________-chin, do you not like this flavour of snacks? I have more if you want…”

“Enough!” Akashi snapped, louder than he intended, and everyone fell silent, including you. He looked livid, but almost comically so. “I did not want to offend any of you but—”

“What’s going on?” A blue-haired boy with sky-coloured eyes blinked at you from Murasakibara’s elbow, and you yelped, nearly jumping out of your skin. “Shit!”

Kise beamed. “Kurokocchi!”

“Oi, Kise, quit hugging Tetsu, you’ll kill him!”

“You must be ________-san.” Kuroko, the blue-eyed invisible boy, gave you a gentle smile, as if he wasn’t currently being glomped by Kise and his other arm getting tugged hard by Aomine, who was also practically shouting in his ear in his attempt to get Kise to let go of him. “Would you like a milkshake?”

“I said enough,” Akashi growled, stomping forward and grabbing you by the arm, yanking you free of the cluster of people around you. “I’ve had it with the lot of you, what is wrong with you all? Openly courting my significant other as if I’m not standing right here—”

No one said a thing. It seemed as though everyone was shocked into silence by Akashi’s sudden outburst.

Akashi’s grip tightened on your wrist and when you looked at him, his scarlet eyes were blazing. “We’ve overstayed our welcome. We’re leaving.”


Akashi didn’t answer, not until the two of you left the café behind and into the secrecy of the car. Akashi leaned forward and spoke to the driver. “Take us back to the manor.”

Quietly you tried again. “Sei, I’m sorry.”

“I’ll give them a talking-to.” Akashi’s voice was brisk. “I will not allow that to happen again. You are mine and mine alone. Even if they’re my teammates, my friends, you are the only person I will not allow anyone else to take away from me.”

What was supposed to be a serious moment - because jeez he was being controlling again - was instantly ruined by the laughter that burst out, and you clapped your hands over your mouth, mildly horrified at yourself as Akashi stared at you. “Oh God—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, but…Sei, were you jealous?”

Suddenly Akashi looked tight-lipped and oh my days he was blushing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. They were being rude, that’s all.”

“Aw, Sei.” You couldn’t stop the grin that spread across your face. “Just admit it, it totally rubbed you the wrong way when they were chatting me up back there.”

“Please don’t remind me.”

“Well, don’t worry. I still love you, okay?”

You’re beyond privileged if you think dress codes for basic modesty in schools is oppression. Go visit a country where people can be actually killed for not following their country’s “dress code” and then try saying a school making you follow their rules you agreed* to is “oppression”.

*by going to school you are agreeing to follow their rules or face consequences for breaking them.

Robert turning to Aaron when the court released Gordon, urging him to look at Robert, trying to ground Aaron while everyone else flew off the handle - that was so well done by Emmerdale.

It gives them that other layer - the sort of nuance that happens when two people have cared about each other for a long time. Robert’s doing all the grandiose things, going above and beyond and making sure Aaron sees it, because that’s his go to. It’s probably the way he placates himself.

But with Aaron he’s also quietly supportive, he’s also ‘look at me’ and 'you know me’ and 'say whatever you want’ because despite throwing whatever he can into being where and what and who Aaron needs him to be - he is that person without even trying.

These two. The characters. The actors, who know their characters, who have that chemistry. Emmerdale had no clue what they were getting themselves into, but I think the signs are hopeful that they understand what we’ve all been saying for so long.


You have to de-clutter your mind in order to know the purest, strongest version of yourself. One way for me to get there is by constantly challenging myself and doing things that scare me. Another way is through physical challenges, like going to a workout class and pushing yourself to the point where you don’t think you can make it. When you get to that point, keep pushing forward. The miracle is always pushing past the point of giving up. When you push yourself beyond your boundaries, you realize you’re stronger than you think. This helps you gain clarity and become a better version of yourself. Keep pushing forward, keep striving to be the best, and pretty soon you will be stronger and more grounded than you ever imagined. You can then take that with you to your work and relationships. You will have more to give to others as well as yourself.

From an anon…

Do you think Neal was killed for CS.

I think that was part of the reason.

I don’t think that you can look at the narrative up to that point logically and not recognize that there was originally intent for Neal and his connections and storylines beyond where it ended up going. Even if you take out the SF angle to all of it, when you look at the way the story was set up from the beginning (Rumple setting up the curse in order to find Bae) and the connections that they gave him to other characters (specifically Henry and Emma, but also Hook, and others) it’s very clear that there was more meant for Neal. Honestly, there is no way to look at the series as a whole and not see that if you’re looking at it objectively and logically.

But these are writers who have displayed more than once that they can’t stick to a plan, and that they’re willing to sacrifice characterizations and previously planned ideas in order to play with whatever new shiny things that comes along to distract them. And they’ve shown that they have no patience when it comes to getting to the things that they want to do. Instead of developing the story and the characters so that the organically get to that point, they have characters behave in very OCC way, disregard character development all together, and drop story points left and right.

They wanted to do CS. They wanted to do Dark!Rumple in season 4. They wanted to do the AU at the end of season 4.

These are all things that could have easily happened if Neal was still around had they actually taken the time to develop the stories, the characters, and relationships.

But they wanted to get to them right away. And they couldn’t get to them right away if Neal was there. If Neal was still around, there’s no way they would have been able to have CS hook up by the end of season 3. If Neal was still around, they would have had to work harder to make Rumple’s storyline work, to balance Neal’s presence in Rumple’s life with Belle’s presence and they’d have to figure out how Neal’s presence impacts Rumple’s choices. And the way the AU at the end of season 4 was written would have to be changed in some pretty significant ways.

So instead of taking the time to work these things out, to develop things in a natural way, to figure out how to tell these stories, they killed off the character so they could do it all right away.

Which shows how shortsighted they are. There’s this big hole that exists in the storytelling right now because of Neal’s absence. There’s this big emotional void where Neal experiencing the woman he loves being overtaken by the same darkness that took his father away from him should be, where Neal experiencing his father finally being freed from the Dark One should be, where Neal trying to shield his son from the same experience he went through should be. The emotional crux of what this story should be is just completely gone. 

You can’t look at this current DO storyline, at the overall story from the beginning of the show, and the connections they have Neal/Bae from season one and logically say that there was nothing more planned for him than what he got. 

What impact do you think this franchise has had, beyond being just entertainment?
  • Hutcherson: Well, there are not a lot of movies like this where you have a [female] character that is so brave and so strong and so courageous.
  • Lawrence: It's an action movie with a woman in the lead that men want to go see. It changed the conversation. Nobody can deny that.
  • Hutcherson: It does break a lot of stereotypes as far as what these blockbuster movies tend to be.
  • Lawrence: I would like to think that is has had a one percent impact on social change.
  • Hutcherson: One percent? That would be a great amount for one film to do.
  • Lawrence: Well, I'm trying to be modest. Whatever number modest would be.
  • Hutcherson: I don't know.
  • Lawrence: We sound like idiots. But you know what? We are idiots!
  • Hutcherson: By the way, that is the closing quote for this article.