but she looked f i e r c e


 IU - Through the Night [Teaser] [21/03/2017]


“Your men call Val a princess, but to the free folk she is only the sister of their king’s dead wife. If you force her to marry a man she does not want, she is like to slit his throat on their wedding night.” … They are all convinced she is a princess. Val looked the part and rode as if she had been born on horseback. A warrior princess, he decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her. (A Dance with Dragons)

asoiaf meme (minor characters): val the wildling (1/10 characters)

@isley-phd is at the C O S T U M E party ✗

{✗} “Ugh, that costume is P E R F E C T.” Selina grinned, running her hand along Pam’s dress, before taking a long sip of her beer. “I gotta say, we did good work shopping on such S H O R T notice.” She hummed, toying with a lock of her dark hair. The B E L L E look-alike leaned against the lit staircase, eyeing the door through hooded lashes. 

      “I’m really happy I was able to convince you to C O M E.” Selina admitted sincerely, reaching for Pam’s hand.

hormones are a bitch || open

Go f u c k yourself.”  It was a simple phrase, one that promised v i o l e n c e if the offender didn’t leave her the hell a l o n e. There was no reason she should be this angry. And yet–here she was, strolling down the street, minding her own business. She had been reveling in her new i n d e p e n d e n c e, when some c r e e p leered at her. The nerve! She wasn’t looking for anything (or anyone) new. Ever since she saved the day (okay, she had h e l p) in Midway, Harley Quinn realized that she was a badass bitch.

It had been a messy break up, of course. A s h i t l o a d of bodies lined the streets in the aftermath of Harley v. Joker. Oh well, she assumed he got the hint after she burned “fuck you” into his bed covers.

And she had been doing her damnedest to avoid the clown. Doing a pretty good j o b of staying out of trouble too, until the random creepo whistled at her. She responded appropriately, by kicking him right in the g r o i n. But when his friends bent down to pick him up, though he kept puking and puking, she realized something was w r o n g.

“Crazy bitch! What’s wrong with you?!”

What was w r o n g with her? She had never reacted like that to a catcall. She used to l o v e it. But now she was just a n g r y or s a d or h o r n y all the time. Something wasn’t okay. And she just had a niggling feeling that it was something terrible that cried or pooped all the time.

She ran (!) to the nearest drug store, and tossed five (!) tests into her basket, slamming a fifty down on the counter and hurried out the door. Harley clutched her bag of goodies (or baddies, as she was calling the stupid little plastic stick of d e s t i n y) close to her body. “I shoulda worn my hoodie.” She groaned, keeping her eyes darting all around her until she reached the safety of her apartment. She slammed the door behind her, breathing a sigh of relief.

As she flicked on the light, she realized she wasn’t alone and let out a scream. Harley’s eyes were wide with fear, shock, and t e r r o r. “W–Wh–What are ya doin’ here?!”

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Ruby caught herself eyeing one of the- oh shoot, what did they call them? Meeps? Something like that. One of the many pieces of art that the two gems inhabiting it had crafted. They were lost on her, simply looking like a strange way to organize things to her. Then again, she had been called out for not properly enjoying the ‘finer things in life’ before.

These are nice! Lots of ‘em here, too. More to appreciate, I guess. 


Y o u ’ r e  d i f f e r e n t. Now don’t let anyone tell you that you have nothing to offer. Second chances don’t come around all that often, I suggest you take a r e a l l y  c l o s e look at it. This is your chance to earn that look in your daughter’s eyes. To become the h e r o that she already thinks you are. It’s not about saving our world, it’s about saving theirs.


Some transparent Lapis for all your transparent Lapis needs! Feel free to drag her around your dashboard in an attempt to convince yourself she’s not trapped at the bottom of the ocean struggling to keep control over a highly unstable fusion haha no thank you, she is p e r f e c t l y   f i n E 

…crushing denial aside, feel free to use these on your blog or wherever else if you wish to ☆~(ゝ。∂)

  • me: OMG look! Karlie and Taylor held hands on the runway that was so adorable and the way she kissed her cheek too i'm dying :))))
  • one of the uglies: just popping in to REMIND YOU that TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT is a C E R T I F I E D HETEROSEXUAL™ and that you crazy FREAKS and LUNATICS need to CALM TF down WITH YOUR SHIPPING *snorts* AND STOP implementing yoUR LESBIAN agENDA, you DISGUST ME!!1!1!1! you don't wanna be the next *whispers* l a r r y do you???! Don't wanna emBARASS us do you? you filthy ANIMALS... TAYVIN™ IS R E A L


C L A I  R  E  P A T C H E S  U P  J A M I E  A G A I N 

“Thank ye, Sassenach. Truly” 

“All right, well, on your horse, soldier.” 


T H E  M O M E N T  J A M I E  F E E L S  S O M E T H I N G  F O R  


“When I woke in the dark under that tree on the road to Leoch, with you sitting on my chest, cursing me for bleeding to death, I said to myself, ‘Jamie Fraser, for all ye canna see what she looks like, and for all she weighs as much as a good draft horse, this is the woman. 
“I said to myself, 'She’s mended ye twice in as many hours, me lad; life amongst the MacKenzies being what it is, it might be as well to wed a woman as can stanch a wound and set broken bones.’ And I said to myself, 'Jamie, lad, if her touch feels so bonny on your collarbone, imagine what it might feel like lower down…”

C L A R Y  F R A Y  X  I S A B E L L E  L I G H T W O O D ;

isabelle looked stunning with her hair swept up in a loose knot. clary knew shed never be able to pull off that sort of elegance in a million years, and she didnt care. 

isabelle was isabelle, and clary was grateful she existed, making the world a little  f i e r c e r  with every one of her  s m i l e s.

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Jimmy almost whined – behave himself? He didn’t want to behave. He had been behaving all day!

“ Oh, c’mon, baby,  he moaned quietly, grazing her earlobe with his soft lips, purposely letting his breath tickle her skin; and he looked around the theater, just as she did. When he found that nobody’s eyes were upon the two of them, he pushed his fingertips further into the sensitive skin between her legs, and he shut his eyes with a low growl, feeling his jeans restricting the prominent bulge within them.

“ Why don’t we roll on outta here, huh? 

Why no one talks about the fact that between “I told you. Her friends are her weakness” and “Start with Bellamy Blake.” there was a l o n g pause?

Why no one talks about the fact that Abby was looking at Alie but she turned to f a c e Clarke when she said “Start with Bellamy Blake”?

Why no one talks about the fact that Abby thought it was more efficient to look Clarke in the eyes and order the t o r t u r e of her best friend in her face?

Did I miss these conversations? Where was I?

For everyone;

I’m not sure why I’m writing to everyone. I guess I just read these letters and I’m seeing a general pattern. Looks like a lot of us are in the same boat. But I have one thing to say to you all:

If he or she wanted your time, they would have made sure to get it.

Please don’t ever forget that. Please don’t spend your life waiting for someone that has no intention of coming back to you. There are people out there that would love you eternally and completely if you just let them. I’m waiting for mine to come around, my future husband. (Honestly, at this rate, I don’t see that happening).

I love every single one of you for going for the one you want. I love every single one of you that has sat there and waited in the invisible zone. I love every single one of you suffering the lack of love and wearing the scars to prove it.

I love you. You don’t need me to love you, though. You need YOU to love you. Love yourself, and then your soulmate will come.


A patiently-waiting single mom.