but she can't think right now

I know it’s just been a few hours since the last update, but I miss Yousana.


I know it’s Christmas and I don’t want to be posting this first thing but…

I couldn’t sleep and I go on Twitter and I see this shit.

And I’m really sad now.

. @thisiseverydayracism @thisiswhiteculture @mixedgirlrants


In the first gif, you can see Emma Stone (left) looking for Andrew Garfield (right). In the second gif, you can see her blowing Andrew a kiss. At first, Andrew waves at her, until he realizes she is blowing him a kiss. So he clasps his hands to catch her kiss. And holds it.

Royalty AU - Pharaoh Alix of the Kubdel Kingdom

Read the fic here

(Marinette, Adrien, Alya, Nino, Chloé, Sabrina, Juleka, Rose, Nathaniel, Kim) (more classmates coming soon)


Before, she would have jumped at the sudden and unexpected pressure of someone’s hand on her waist, but nearly half a year in an 18th-century French court has taught Rose to adapt, if nothing else. (Her French is as abysmal as it ever was without the help of the TARDIS, but the court is graciously willing to overlook such things on behalf of the savior of their uncrowned queen.)

Still, Rose smiles as she dances, even if her partner can’t see it. “Someone’s awfully familiar today,” she teases (in mutilated French); probably it’s Henri, a little tipsy from the king’s finest wine, but he’s not half-bad to look at. “Feeling a bit grabby, are we?”

“Oh, you know me,” replies a soft voice behind her, in English, and it’s all Rose can do to stop herself tripping over her own feet. “I’m a hands-on learner.”

Rose’s heart leaps in her chest, hammering madly against her ribcage in time to the music and the steps of her feet below. Over a hundred days since she last heard that voice anywhere but her dreams; of course, she recognizes it instantly. Her grin is so wide now her face could almost split with the size of it. She squeezes her eyes shut, giving silent thanks to any gods that might be listening. <

(The impulse to stop in her tracks pulls at her, demanding her to spin and throw her arms around his neck and maybe never let go, but some part of her is afraid to—maybe she’s wrong, maybe it isn’t him, or it’s a dream, or if she looks at him, she’ll break the spell. So she keeps dancing.)

“And?” Rose prompts, insinuating her hand over his where it rests against her waist. “What have you learned?”

“That your French is atrocious.”

“Rude,” says Rose, but she laughs. She squeezes his other hand, the one leading them around the ballroom along with the rest of the courtiers. “It’s been five and a half months, and that’s all you’ve got to say to me?”

His grip on her waist tightens. “No, actually, it isn’t.”

“Aww, did you miss me?”

“Do you know the kind of trouble you could have gotten into?” he asks, his voice suddenly curt. “The damage you could have caused? Probably caused?”

His sharpness startles her, but Rose shrugs it off. “Don’t worry, I didn’t—”

“You have no idea what you did or didn’t do,” he hisses. “Weakening the integrity of this timeline, exposing everyone to the possibility of Reapers, compromising the safety of everyone here—”

“You mean Reinette,” Rose replies coolly.

“She’s part of everyone here, isn’t she? Or are you so thick that I have to spell that out for you, too?”

Rose laughs again, but the sound is shaky and thin this time, a scoff. “Why, hello, Doctor, it’s nice to see you too! Don’t ask about me, thanks, I’ve been doing just fine in the land of scratchy underwear and no plumbing.”

“I told you what would happen if that time window was smashed, Rose,” he continues as if he didn’t hear her; he’s so quiet Rose can barely hear him over the flutes and harpsichord and drums, but she can still make out the strain in his voice, the bite to it. “I was very explicit. I couldn’t have been clearer. So I’m struggling to understand—and that’s quite a feat, struggling to understand something with a brain as impressive as mine—why the hell you thought jumping through that window was a good idea.”

Twisting in his grasp, Rose cranes her neck to look at him, finally, and there he is, all furrowed brow and tight mouth and eyes glittering with anger, and god, if she wasn’t so irritated with him right now, she just might kiss him.

“That’s what you were going to do, isn’t it?” she asks instead.


  • Yang: *Yang slammed open the door to her and Ruby's room with tears in her eyes.* Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! *yang shouted as she punched the wall repeatedly before slumping down against it onto the floor holding her hands to her face.*
  • Ruby: *Meanwhile Ruby rushed in from the bathroom in a panic.* What Happen!? I heard banging! *She then spotted her sister sitting shaking on against the wall and quickly rushed over.* Yang? Are you alright? What's wrong?
  • Yang: *Yang sniffled wiping the tears from her red eyes.* It's nothing Ruby. Just... Just go away.
  • Ruby: Yang. It's clearly not nothing. Please talk to me. I just want to help. *Ruby said moving closer to her sister placing her hand on her shoulder.*
  • Yang: *Yang was silent for a moment, trying to stop the tears from falling as her eyes slowly turn purple.* Fine... I was going to the cafe were Blake went too... I was going to go tell her how I feel about her because I just needed to get this off my chest, ya'know. *Yang sniffled wiping her eyes.* But when I got there I saw her with Sun.
  • Ruby: Okay so Blake was hanging out with Sun. That isn't out of- *Ruby started before shouted with more tears in her eyes.*
  • Yang: They were on a date Ruby!
  • Ruby: *At this Ruby looked dumbfounded with surprise.* W-what? No. they couldn't be. They are just good friend, Yang. I'm sure it was a misunderstanding.
  • Yang: *Ruby then watched as the anger in Yang's express was overwhelmed with sorrow before looking down at the ground.* That's what I was hope for, Ruby... Right up until They kissed.
  • Ruby: oh... Oh Yang. *Ruby whisper as she wrapped her arms around her sister who hugged her back burying her face into her shoulder.* I am so sorry.
  • Yang: What am I going to do Ruby? *sniffle* I love her so much. But I can never be with her. *sniffle. I can't even tell her now. *Yang cried, holding onto Ruby for dear life.*
  • Ruby: Shhhhh. It's alright. Let it all out. *Ruby whispered as she stroke Yangs head hugging her until she calmed down.* It'll be okay Yang. Why don't you go take a shower and get ready for bed. Maybe it will help you feel better.
  • Yang: *sniffle.* Yeah... Thank you Ruby.
  • Ruby: Anytime. We're sisters after all. We take care of each other. You'd do the same for me... And probably beat up the other person.
  • Yang: Hehe, Yeah I would.
  • ~Later~
  • Ruby: *Ruby walked down stair while Yang is in the shower when she hears the front door open and close.* Oh I guess Blake is back. *She thought to herself when she hear Weiss and Blake begin to talk.*
  • Weiss: Welcome back Blake.
  • Blake: Hey Weiss. Where's Yang and Ruby?
  • Weiss: Upstairs. Yang's in the shower and Ruby I think went to bed.
  • Blake: Ah I see. I'll put these left overs in the fridge then.
  • Weiss: So how did it go?
  • Blake: How did what go?
  • Weiss: Your date with Sun.
  • Blake: *Ruby then heard Blake groan as she heard her coat being thrown.* For the last time Weiss. It was not a date. We are just friends and I made that pretty clear to him as well.
  • Weiss: What do you mean?
  • Blake: Sigh, Sun kissed me.
  • Weiss: He kissed you!?
  • Blake: Yes. And then I slapped him.
  • Weiss: WHAT!? Why? I thought you liked him?
  • Blake: As. A. Friend. Honestly, If I knew he was asking me out on a date and not to hang out I would have told him no and that I only see him as a friend. Which He accepted and apologized for kissing me while I apologized for slapping him.
  • Weiss: But I don't understand! You talked you were in love with someone blonde that we know. Oh god don't tell me it's Jaune!
  • Blake: What?! No! God No!
  • Weiss: Then who? We don't know any other blonde guys and the only other person we both know who is blonde is Yang.
  • Blake: ...
  • Weiss: ... Wait.
  • Blake: Weiss. Don't.
  • Weiss: Oh. My god.
  • Blake: Weiss. I'm serious. Shut up.
  • Ruby: *It was then just as Weiss opened her mouth to speak Ruby stepped out from around the corner and nearly shouted.* YOU LOVE YANG!
  • Blake: R-RUBY!? *Blake jumped in surprise, nearly dropping the box of sweet as Weiss watched from the chair she sat in.* H-hey. Uh, I thought you were sleep. I, uh, got some sweetd from the cafe if you want any. *Blake then watched as Ruby zipped over infront of her slapping the box out of her hand to the floor, shocking both her and Weiss before Ruby took hold of her shoulder.*
  • Ruby: Yeah. Forget that. Is it true!? You Actually love my sister?!
  • Blake: I...
  • Weiss: Ruby what is wrong with-
  • Ruby: Not now Weiss! I'll example later! Blake! Do you or do you not love Yang!?
  • Blake: Well I mean... *Blake muttered shifting nervously at Ruby's gaze before finally cracking.* Okay Yes. I love Yang but you can't tell her, please.
  • Ruby: Oh thank you god!
  • Blake/Weiss: Eh?
  • Ruby: Blake You are going to go up stair to Yang right now and tell Yang how yu feel. Like right now!
  • Blake/Weiss: What? Why? *the two said together before looking at each other weirdly then back to Ruby.*
  • Ruby: Because Yang has been crying for the past hour thinks you and Sun are dating!
  • Blake: Why would Yang think that and why was she crying about it?
  • Ruby: Because she loves you and she saw Sun kissing you!
  • Blake: WHAT!? OH MY GOD! YANG!*Blake Shouted and quickly ran past Ruby and upstairs.*
  • Weiss: You think she remembers me saying Yang is in the shower? *Both Weiss and Ruby then looked as they heard a door slam open.*
  • Ruby: Yeah I'm going to go with nope. *Ruby then took a bite of a cookie from the box on the floor.*

This is right after Oliver gets Felicity back from Damien Darhk and I noticed Oliver has his eyes on Felicity this whole time.  In my mind, I imagine him thinking… that her chair could have been empty. He could have been alone right now without her. She could have died tonight. Don’t waste another moment. Life is too short. I need to make her my wife. 

  • James Potter is a trans boy
  • He ruffles his hair, not because it makes him feel cool and like a rebel, but because he’s always anxious about passing and he thinks the messiness helps
  • He loves quidditch and always pushes himself harder than anyone else in practice because he loves flying and loves the sport yeah, but he also loves that a good workout helps his body dysphoria, and he can’t wait to have all of the muscles 
  • When he came out to his parents his mom hugged him, and his dad made a joke about “thank God, the potter name will live on”
  • But James still sometimes feels like he upset the perfect family his parents once thought they had 
  • He talks to Remus about this over mugs of hot chocolate late at night in the common room
  • Remus tells James that he’s worried his parents can only think of him as a monster
  • and James tells Remus he’s worried his parents can only think of him as their daughter 
  • Which is also why every time Lily Evans rejects James he overreacts just a little bit, because deep down he’s worried he’s not “enough of a guy” for her or that she doesn’t want to be with him because he’s trans
  • Even though, he pays attention to how she interacts with people, and he knows how accepting and understanding and tolerant she is
  • which is why he fell in love with her in the first place 

anonymous asked:

Prompto helping his s/o out after they get separated from the others and she sprains her ankle and can't walk! I've been thinking about this prompt for a long while now

Prompto fluff! I hope I was able to deliver with this one. Enjoy!!!

Tagging @rubyreddemise for obvious reasons. 

Knight in Shining Armor

“It’s okay, I can walk,” you took a step forward and immediately regretted your words. A searing pain of pressure jutted through your right ankle. “Agh!” The pain brought you to your knees.

Prompto rushed to your side to put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Don’t push yourself. I’ll just call the guys and they can come pick us up. No problem,” he reached into his pocket and fished out his phone. He occupied himself with the screen for a few moments before losing all the color on his freckly cheeks.

“What wrong?” You questioned his sudden change in expression. “Everything alright?”

“Uh…” He fidgeted nervously, continuing to tap his thumb again his smartphone’s glass screen. Seconds past before he turned the phone to show you the screen.


Your shoulders dropped. “Are you serious?”

Noctis made the executive decision to award the group’s hard work the past week by setting up camp early. Whether it was that or he just wanted to squeeze in an extra nap… no one complained.

The one and only issue came to be the lack of firewood needed to last them the night. Prompto and you decided to take advantage of some alone time and volunteered to find the needed materials together.

The job was simple enough before you and Prompto got into a battle with a small heard of Spiracorns. It wasn’t much trouble until you twisted the wrong way during an attack. A loud crack sounded from your foot, followed by a shout in agony. You and Prompto had no choice but to retreat. Hurriedly, you limped out of dangers way as you tried to swallow the pain.

Prompto was attempting to scale a tree in efforts to find a signal while you carefully removed your boots from your foot. You squirmed as the movement trigged the pain to return. Once the wave of ache dissipated, you studied your injury.

The ankle was already covered in a big black bruise. You pressed your hand to the injury and you merely winced. It’s not broken. That’s a relief. You exhaled, trying to expel lingering adrenaline remaining from the battle that happened only minutes ago.

Allowing your eyes to wander, you spotted Prompto hardly making progress with climbing the tree. Even in the worst of times, that boy never failed to make you smile. “Prom, don’t worry about it. The guys will come looking for us soon.”

“But the sun is setting!” He reported anxiously, turning away from the tree to situate himself on the ground beside you. He dropped down onto the grass to lay on his back. “Welp, if we get eaten alive by daemons, at least we’ll get eaten alive together,” he sighed, reaching for your hand.

Chuckling, you carefully lowered down into a lying position, lacing your fingers with his. “That is… oddly romantic,” a laugh escaped your lips.

“That’s my specialty, babe,” Prompto retorted with a short chortle.

Silence fell between the two of you. Only the sound of fading chirps of the birds and the whistling of the wind solicited around your ears.

“We should really get going,” it took several moments before you were able to bring yourself to break the comforting silence.

“But your foot. You can’t walk on that, you’ll just make it worse,” Prompto protested, sitting up to stare down at you. Concern bubbled in the deep blue pools of his eyes.

You arched your back off the ground, allowing you elbow to support you upward. “I can limp just fine. I’d rather deal with some mild pain than some daemons. Besides, we have plenty of potions stocked up at camp. I’ll be just fine.”

He got to his feet and stared down at you skeptically. You shot him a reassuring smile as you shot your hand out before you, gesturing from him to assist you to your feet. The pout on his lips only seemed to grow.

“I’ll be fine, Prom,” you repeated.

He took hold of your hand and carefully pulled you to your feet. You tried to stifle your urge to groan at the pain radiating up your leg, but you were unsuccessful. Before you could further assure your wellbeing to your boyfriend, he snuck his hands from under your knees and literally swept you off your feet.

“Whoa!” You exclaimed. “Prompto what are you—“

“Getting you to safety, Princess!” His voice transformed into a deep, dramatic tone with an accent similar sounding to Ignis’s. “I, the Great Sir Prompto shall return you to camp! And there, I shall be reward with a kiss.”

“You’re rather confident,” you teased him, wrapping your arms securely around his neck. “Carry on, sir Prompto.”

“As my lady commands!” Prompto began to speed off in the direction to the nearest road.

“Only one mile to camp!” You announced, pecking Prompto’s freckles that scattered across his cheek.

He grunted. “The Great Sir Prompto can do it!” He kept the act up, but his voice shook underneath the character he created. 

You found yourself giggling the entire way back to camp.

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I request and fanfic which happens in Seven's route Day 9 the big argument between Seven and MC at night (sorry as it is quite specific) what if MC acts fine as usual in chatroom but she start to act emotionless in front of Seven and only give short responses to questions from him. MC is still having feelings in Seven but she just can't help acting that way. (1/2)

707: The Cold Treatment [Part ONE]

Heys… Dead tired, so I’m not sure about the quality of my writing and if this even makes sense, but…

I still put in my all (all that I have right now) into this, like always!!

So I hope you won’t hate it…?

– R.I.

[Click Here for Part Two]

‘What does he mean it’s useless to like him? It’s not my fault that he’s such an adorable, lovable idiot… Dammit, I can’t stop thinking about him,’ you cry under your blankets, trying to stifle the sound. You hadn’t loved someone this much before, and it was heart-wrenchingly painful. Was loving a person so wrong?

You hugged the blanket tighter, wishing that you didn’t have to feel anything anymore. Love is painful. You tried so hard to understand Seven, to care for him, to smile at him… One moment he was considerate of you, and the next he’d hurting you with his lies. ..Or were they actually true?

Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe Seven was right. It was useless to love him. It was useless to love.

Keep reading

I was thinking, a few days after that Iconic™ scene when Trini told her family she and a group of kids found a spaceship and she was now a superhero,,, superheroes,,, show up in town,,, to defeat the alien evil,,,, and her family didn’t connected the dots?!??!
Okay, she was being sarcastic and shit, so at the moment her family was like “???” but after the rangers appears,, how they didn’t,, like,, “oh yeah, Trini told us about it”

J, The Amethyst with the single rose curl

Daww look at all of these cute Quartz sisters together reunited :)

Wait a sec…that Ame on the right. I think she’s called 8XJ, but lets call her J for short.



(In rare occasions I have two on each side)

anonymous asked:

Hmmm, Daleastreet was a freaking joke the first time they tried it. Why does pr think we'll accept it this time? I'd be insulted that they think we're this stupid, but I can't generate the energy to care.

To be honest, I don’t know why anyone cares. We have much bigger things to be concerned with.  

Let Darren use Lea’s 4.5 million IG followers to get some traction for his band. Everyone else does it. And Von Beard being present at the PR dinner. Well, isn’t that a huge hint at the truth. She is PR too!!!!  And right now, she is getting her finale promotion.

I think a lot of people are missing something that is very important. Lea has very much been using Chris in social media as well.  Chris has actively commented on Lea’s post. most recently saying “Hi Edie” on a pic of her and her mother.

And he liked a post Chord posted recently about his single.  

A post shared by Chord Overstreet (@chordover) on Apr 5, 2017 at 1:42pm PDT

Clearly Chris has no issues with this promotion. Remember, Darren connecting with Glee people he hasn’t really interacted with at all.  THAT IS A GOOD THING.  Because it could possibly lead to an even better thing.  AN EXCUSE FOR DARREN AND CHRIS TO ACTUALLY GO THE SAME EVENT OR PARTY.

I wish people would stop criticizing everything.  Its honestly exhausting and the focus right now needs to be on Von Beard exiting and helping Darren in every way possible to start on his journey towards the light.

You don’t get it do you?” She frowned as he cradled his head in his hands, with his hair falling delicately around his fingers.
He went to speak but she cut him off.
“How do you think. Logically. How do you think that you can just give me the world- everything i’ve ever wanted and make me feel like the luckiest girl alive. Then rip it all away from me. In a split second- while simultaneously asking to ‘be friends’? What could possibly make you think that i’d be fine with that decision?”
“I..” He began.
“Don’t you get it?” She cut him off again.
“I was in love. I’m fucking in love with you and somehow i’m expected to stand here right now and pretend it’s not breaking my heart that i’m not kissing you at this second.
What happened? Why don’t you love me too?
—  a long overdue conversation

narrenkoenign  asked:

Hi^^ i have 2 questions: 1. What die u think about the new Doctor (13) 2. Coukd u explain your headcanon 2p hungary pls^^ Thx I also want to add that i like your artstyle and apologize froh Bad English cuz I'm from Germany and it's not my native language^^

1. I didn’t like him that much at the beginning but now I do (David Tennant and Matt Smith were my personal favourites but that’s irrelevant). I really like the new series and I think the new companion is amazing.

2. I think that because 1p Hungary looks relatively sweet and innocent but is a total badass, 2p Hungary should look really intimidating but actually be a complete sweetheart. I also haven’t come up with a name for her yet but I’ve considered calling her Erika.

(Also, thank you!)

anonymous asked:

Tell us some of your Mama!Hawk headcanons please :)


  • My favorite headcanon is that Riza tends to cook food for more than one person and brings it in to share with Ed. Sometimes on the weekends when she’s out and about she’ll swing by their dorm to drop some off. She knows exactly how much she’s making every time; she just wants to make sure he’s getting a proper meal.
  • She shares books with Alphonse and will go to the Eastern library with him to pick some out. She was very well-read as a child and knows that Al was too, so they spend time scouring the shelves for books that they either both haven’t read or that the other hasn’t. 
  • The Elric brothers know her schedule very well and know that she shops on Thursday nights. More often than not they’ll ‘happen to be in thearea’ whenever she gets groceries and will help her carry them home, especially during the spring/summer months when she walks.
  • The Elrics send her flowers every Mother’s Day.
  • The reason the boys are so attracted to her as a maternal figure is because of how she speaks to them. She’s very honest, as we’ve seen in canon. This carries on to their later lives, and they’ll often call her for advice. 
  • Riza was the first of Team Mustang that was informed of Edward and Winry’s engagement.