dizzie ship

Uma and Harry

There know what I really like about the ship that make up Harry and Uma is that because they are villains they do not believe in love, but even so they are in love. That shows that they really love each other and despite how they live, it’s like a tender love that is about to flourish or if Disney wants… to make it wilt … I hope they stay together for real.

Originally posted by sinammon-rolls

What your favourite Double Dare song says about you!

Hawaii (Stay Awake): You ship Gawsten
Gloom Boys: You ship Gawsten
Stupid For You: You ship Gawsten
Royal: You ship Gawsten
Take Her To The Moon: You ship Gawsten
Made In America: You ship Gawsten
Dizzy: You ship Gawsten
Powerless: You ship Gawsten
Little Violence: You ship Gawsten
21 Questions: You ship Gawsten
It Follows: You ship Gawsten
Plum Island: You ship Gawsten
I’ll Always Be Around: You ship Gawsten

So today’s my birthday and I felt like a slight break/need for a warmup. So I decided to draw my ships from Ever After High. Some of these pairing names I came up with since I couldn’t find one or I may be the first one on the shipping boat. Yes, if one good thing came out of Way Too Wonderland, it was Darling and Chase. OMG so cute~! I ship them and I will not lie!

I’ll let you guess which ones share the slot for my OTP for this show. Yes, I love my two favorite ships in this show so much I can’t decide which is cuter.

If you’re wondering why there’s no Hushlynn… I don’t really love them. They’re cute, but I don’t feel anything beyond “Eh” for them. I also just realized I ship all the Charming siblings with someone… this family is too attractive. (I’ll have to work on my Dizzie art though… ick.)

Top 5 Ships I’ll Go Down With

I was tagged by @hearyourvoiceinthedarkswan, I’m so proud of you for not putting Emma and Killian in all the five places haha

1) Elizabeth Bennet and Fitzwilliam Darcy from Pride and Prejudice (2005)

Originally posted by oupacademic

2) Zade (Zoe Hart and Wade Kinsella from Hart of Dixie)

Originally posted by laprimavolta

3) Dizzie (Lizzie Bennet and William Darcy from The Lizzie Bennet Diaries)

Originally posted by thenoblehelium

4) Rory Gilmore and Jess Mariano from Gilmore Girls

Originally posted by rebeeeccax

5) Snowing (Snow White and Prince Charming from Once Upon A Time)

Originally posted by sheis-theslayer

I tag @garyantoinette @whisperofttheheart, can’t wait to see your ships!

The Blake Siblings Are Ready To Kick Some Ass

The 100 One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Octavia Blake + Bellamy Blake, Clarke Griffin & Commander Shumway

Warnings: swearing and nightmare-ish stuff

Request: “Could you write a oneshot where you are Octavia’s twin sister (fraternal, not identical), and when you were born, because your family couldn’t conceal two babies, you were given to someone your mother trusted to be adopted and raised as her own. Then, when you get sent to Earth as one of the 100, you find out that Octavia and Bellamy are your siblings?” - anonymous

Word Count: 1,821

A/N: Hope you like it !!

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cosmicastrogazer replied to your post “Post first chapter of new fic on here to get idea of general reception…”

Pop your fic is something I save as a reward for myself when I meet a goal. Since I haven’t killed anyone today, I think we all deserve a reward.

You. I like you.

*deep breath* Okay. But it’s messy, I’m warning everyone now. It’s real messy.

Here’s the first chapter of Hämärä, folks. More or less.

Writing war is hard.

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(Wimsey) ‘Dangerous to know too much about poisons, don’t you think? Be thou chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape the Old Bailey.’
‘The young woman doesn’t seem to have tried that recipe, does she?’ remarked Freddy. ‘You ought to be on the jury,’ retorted Wimsey with unusual acidity
—  Strong Poison by Dorothy L Sayers (I love this so much because here is Peter, actually standing up for Harriet, before he has exchanged one word with her: when all he has to go on is how she sounds in court, and everyone else calls her ugly. Also you have to remember that at this point Peter only ever considers beautiful women, because he is a product of his time and experiences. Yet he is defending her, then scandalous, love life — 😳)

dizzy-redhead  asked:

So, um, prompts...Any chance you could write Ransom and Holster being oblivious idiots? I'll leave that open to your interpretation; I just love them and I've read like everything on AO3 for them and it's not enough!

I am not particularly happy with the ending, but alas. And thanks for stopping by (and reading all my things)

They meet in the card aisle.

Justin is debating between two, and is fairly certain he’s found the right one. It’s brightly coloured, has one of the Disney princesses on it, and congratulates a beloved granddaughter on turning five. He’s getting ready to make his way to the checkout when the startlingly large blond man who’s been browsing cards next to him taps him on the shoulder.

“Hey, which of these is worse?” the man asks, holding up two love cards. One is a scrabble board with the tiles spelling out “love” and the inside has just the letter “u.” The other is a picture of two people on a bench, probably in Central Park or something, and says “The most beautiful place I’ve ever been…is in your arms.”

“Those are both nauseating as hell bro,” Justin says, hoping to god that the man isn’t actually planning to woo someone with them.

“Right?” the man says. “It’s an inside joke though.”

Justin nods. “The bench one is worse.”

“Thanks,” the man says, putting the other back and then glancing at the card Justin is holding. “I mean, forgive me if I’m wrong, but you don’t look old enough to have a five year old granddaughter.”

“Nah, it’s for my little sister,” Justin says.

“Oh, sure,” the man agrees, nodding. “Because then you’re calling her five, which is annoying, but you’re also calling yourself a grandpa so she can’t really get mad at you.”

“Exactly!” Justin says, lighting up. “Dude, my mom always gets so annoyed, but Aisha and I think it’s funny as hell.”

“Right though?” the man says. “My friend sends me sympathy cards on my birthday, and I send her romance cards. The rest of our crew just thinks we’re crazy.”

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anonymous asked:




anonymous asked:

Groot! What does flying a ship feel like?

It feels very cools! I still gets nervous when I first learns the controls and Rocket has to teach me each times I pilots a different ships because my brains works in contexts more than broads terms sometimes. All he has to does is leads my hands to the controls, does a simulations of the alarms so I doesn’t gets confuses by them am I am goods to fly!

Quill teach me how to makes the Milano does a loops this mornings but I doesn’t dares does a loops without a copilots because I am afraid I will crash haha. Just an hours ago I does my firsts loops in an atmospheres with everybody watch me and they cheers me on. Loops push gravity forces down so they are likes a pressures stims but they also makes people dizzy haha.

Fly a ships is lots of fun!

anonymous asked:

Best childhood memory you can recall?

Interview with the muse || Accepting!

“The first time my dad took me flying.”
The sight of his craft, glimmering in the midday sun, proud and sleek in a port full of cargo ships. Dizzying controls, smooth display, the muted digital glimmer of the dashboard as the machine powered up.

He remembers the whine of the engines, the raw power held within its machinations making everything vibrate, as though it too was giddy with its own capability. Then, the rush of take off, gravity forcing him into his seat, exhilarating him. The ground below, his town, shrinking rapidly, faster than he could keep up with. “…It was like I’d finally woken up from a long dream.”

Leaving the atmosphere, he watched as flames created of intense friction manifest around the exterior, dancing on the hull, and then—

The stars. An infinite number of bright lights, colours, and distant, vague shapes. Infinity stretching out before and behind, above and below. Nothing and nowhere, everything and everywhere, forever. Awash in starshine, young Fox McCloud felt as though the well of his heart had sprung water—as though he hadn’t even known it to be empty before this moment. His father’s voice filling the cockpit as he pointed out planets, constellations, chuckling at his exuberance. It was everything to him.

“I think it was the happiest day of my life.”

Anon Ask: Pirates AU

I realized I completely screwed up what you meant by the ask, but I gotchu now. Hope you like it.


My stomach lurched. I felt the splinters in my feet dig into my skin and break off into shards with every stumble I took, my body being shoved and pushed with a mass of men into a cage. I grasped the wall as soon as the crowd thinned out, trying to swallow the dry-heaves that threatened to rush up my throat. I felt dizzy; the ship was swaying too dangerously for anyone to keep on their feet, and the wounds I’d gathered from before burned like fire from the salt water rushing into them.

How did I end up here? How did it all come to this? I was once a heiress to one of Fiore’s most expensive companies, and now I’m a prisoner on an illegal cargo ship. I was a slave, beaten and ridiculed like a dog. I felt tears sting my eyes. I wanted to go home, to go back to my bed and my father, even if he was the one who drove me out.

The ship hit a huge wave and I fell to the ground, crying out as other burly men smashed into me as well. I heard screams and shouts up on deck, probably from the sailors trying to keep the ship in one piece. I could only lay there.

“Are you okay?”

I heard tapping on the metal bars, and saw the owner of the voice. He looked sympathetic, yet he held a sword in his hand and a gun in his holster. He was one of them. My jaw slackened in disbelief.

No,” I scoffed, pushing myself up against the grimy wall.

Pretty stupid question, don’t you think?

He let his mouth fall shut, looking up to me with his voice small, “I’m sorry this is happening to you.”

I refused to talk to him.

He seemed to notice, and sat down in front of the bars. He kept quiet with me and I felt his eyes towards my way.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Let me out.” I snapped, and he looked startled, but then guilty.

“I can’t. I’m sorry, they’ll kill me and a lot of other people if I do.” He said.

“What people?” I asked, skeptically.

“My family. Friends.” He answered, and I looked up to him. He gave a weak smile at me, “It’s complicated, but don’t worry. After all of this I’m gonna kick each and every one of their asses. I just need this part of the plan to work.”

He had a plan? Then he wasn’t really one of them, he was like me? Why did they trust him with weapons then?

My interest peaked and I moved closer, sitting in front of him on the other sides of the bars. He stared at me like I was mesmerizing and grinned a bit, showing his crooked smile.

“I’m Natsu.” He introduced.

“Lucy,” I said back, softly.

He glanced down at me, looking at my muddy, ripped dress. “Looks expensive.”

I nodded weakly, my heart suddenly growing heavier, “I used to be pretty well off.”

He didn’t say anything after, I’m assuming he noticed it was a sore subject. I respected him for leaving it at that, the last thing I needed was getting emotional over something I couldn’t change.

I rested my back against the bars, and I saw Natsu turn to face me. He kept quiet for a moment, but his lips parted in an attempt to say something.

“I can take you with me,” He whispered.

I looked at him quickly, his eyes wide and full of confidence. He grinned slightly and nodded, “Once we reach Crocus, I can take you with me.”

I wrapped my hands around the bars, looking at him desperately for the truth. He looked at me with genuine truth, and I felt my eyes start to sting again. I smiled, for the first time in months.

“Yeah.” I breathed.

He nodded at me, smiling crookedly, “Good.”


I wanted to jump in joy. I wanted to cry and laugh and scream all at once. I was going to be saved! My face split into a grin, and he was happy enough to do the same.

A door slammed against a wall, and loads of men spilled in, soaked to the bone and covered in grime. A single man came up as Natsu jumped to his feet, his voice loud and scratchy, “Hey! Get all the slaves up to deck! We need help up here!”

The other men threw open the doors and shoved the prisoners out, forcing them up the staircase. I rose to my feet and went back to the corner, hoping for the tiniest chance that they might not see me.

I saw Natsu keep his eyes on me as he ushered the men up the stairs quietly. I felt someone snag my arm suddenly and shrieked.

“You too, get up there!” The man spat, digging his long nails into my skin.

He dragged me in his hold up the stairs, Natsu hot on his feet once he spotted me and threw me on the deck. The ship rocked back and forth dangerously as the waves and rain crashed upon me. I felt like I was drowning just being out here. The man tugged me up to my feet and brought me further along, until another sailor manning the sails stopped us both.

“We need all the strength we can get here, what the hell are you doing with a woman! She’s just dead weight!” He yelled above the roaring sea.

I shoved my way out from the man’s hold and felt rage pulse through me. Another two sailors snatched my arms and held me back, glaring at the man.

“Throw her overboard, do with all the women!”

I felt a shiver of pure, frozen fear run through me. “No!” I shrieked, thrashing around.

I couldn’t survive, no one could survive a storm like this. The waves were easily over 20 feet tall, and I wasn’t even a good swimmer. I was going to die.

The two men picked me up, and I thrashed and wreathed and screamed, but nothing helped. The threw me against the side of the boat, and I heard yelling from by the lower deck entrance.


Nearly three men had Natsu in a tackled hold, his entire body on the ground.

I had no time to say anything. I was hoisted up my by waist on the edge, my feet teetering and body swaying. I saw him finally stop fighting against the men, he was frozen as I caught his eyes in mine.

And it was when I breathed, that I fell.


My body whipped around the waves, bending, breaking, frozen to the touch. Water shot up my nose and down my mouth, filling up my lungs till the tops. My head felt as if it were to explode, and my eyes like they had knives piercing them. It felt like the world was on my chest, it hurt to try and breathe. Everything hurt so much.

It was calm. I felt myself sink, deeper and deeper, the light draining from the sky above me. The world fazed in and out, the darkness surrounding me like a blanket. I was dying.

Before the world shut out and my eyes finally closed, I saw a large tail swim past me, and a pair of hands grasp my arms, pulling me further down into the abyss.


It wasn’t until my eyes opened again, that I knew something unimaginable must have happened. I laid on a rock, my eyes swirled and dizzied, and my chest still heavy. I didn’t see the sun. It was dark and clouded, and cold and it was just then that I realized I wasn’t on land.

I was in the ocean.

A tail whipped by me, and dozens more, before I saw the creatures that held them. It was truly unimaginable.


I had heard the tales but I never thought they could be real. Dozens of them surrounded me, long colored hair, pretty faces, but vicious looking fins and teeth. I looked down and realized, once I tried to stand up that I couldn’t.

My feet were replaced with a tail.

Was this how I survived? No, I didn’t survive, I died. There was no doubt, but there was also no doubt that I was born again.

Just like the legend. All women who died on the ocean were captured and transformed into these creatures, swearing revenge on those who killed them. They were magical and beings never to be trifled with.

I tried to speak, but I couldn’t. Was my voice gone? Did I have no vocal cords anymore?

“You wish for revenge?”

The voice echoed in my mind as a mermaid swam up to me, dark scales covering her face.

I thought of the men who deemed me useless, a similar rage pulsing through me again.

Yes, I thought. She seemed to have heard me.

Before I realized it we were swimming through the waters, faster than any boat or creature I’ve seen before. I didn’t know how many of them followed behind me as I lead them to the boat. The waves seemed to have settled around it, and the men above looked at peace.

It wasn’t until I heard a scream, that I knew just what I had gotten into. Stalks of sea-life shot from the mermaids power, crashing through the wood and shredding the sails. I saw others jump across the ship, clawing the men across their way and dragging them down into the waters.

Minutes passed, and the entire boat was…destroyed. Dead bodies lay bleeding in the water attracting hungry creatures, and others who survived were crying out. I felt guilt for the innocent men caught in the crossfire.

My heart felt a sharp pang then.


I felt sick. Was he killed? Did I kill him? I never saw him, not once. I swam around the debris of the ship, looking desperately for him. I shoved aside planks of wood and froze in my spot. I saw him.

He was laying face down on a skinny piece of debris, unmoving. I swum over, my fingers shaking from fear. Out of all the people who should’ve died tonight, he was the last. I gently raised his head up from the water, searching for any signs of breathing. Water spilled from his lips and he started coughing rashly, his breaths ragged and painful. His eyes opened and widened at me, before they were forced shut from the salt.

“It’ll be okay.”

I know he heard it in his mind, but I wanted to say it again. With my voice. I wanted him to be okay, even if I didn’t know him. He was a kind soul, I knew, and maybe, in a different life, we could of made something of each other.

But I was dead. I was killed. And while I saved him, bringing him back to shore, I realized that maybe this was supposed to happen. He wanted to save me, but he couldn’t. That was more than I had ever had in my life. So I saved him instead, so that maybe, just maybe, he could have the chance to save another person out there.