do i need reasons

When you hear that Lay will not be promoting with exo for their comeback but then you also hear that he’s coming back to Seoul to shoot and perform with them so now you’re all confused and are in need of some answers

Good girl

Author: @waywardkitten
Featuring: Stiles Stilinski x reader
Warnings: Praise!kink
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 1588

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Various sounds of “ouch”, “ough” and “umph” followed by a stressed knock on your window made your head snap up. You quickly dried your tears and went over to the window, opening it wide.

When you saw the mess barely hanging on outside you snorted loudly.

“You know there’s a door, right?”

You held out your hand helping him in. He stood up and brushed the dust off his shirt with a goofy grin.

“Stiles, it’s 10 pm. What the hell are you doing here?”

He just shrugged and went over to your bed, flipping open one of the magazines there.

“Do I need a reason to come see you?”

You quirked an eyebrow.

“Fine, okay. I was bored and I may have gone a little overboard on the Adderall”

You huffed and closed the window before flopping down on the bed next to him.

“No surprise there”

He turned to you, probably to give you some smartass quip but stopped when he saw your eyes.

“Y/n, have you been crying?”

You quickly wiped at your eyes.

“No”

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Do I need a reason each time I put myself in harm’s way for your sake?

Man they’re like beginning the most important conversation of their lives here and it’s genuinely tragic that they never get to finish it bc it could’ve changed so much. Like this exchange is enough for Guts to begin to realize that maybe he’s found a home and the nebulous thing he’s been searching for (love, affection, respect - everything he never got from Gambino) here, with Griffith.

But it’s not enough for Griffith to get in touch with his own emotions. I think he could’ve though, if the conversation had a chance to keep going. Guts’ response to Griffith’s “do I need a reason each time I put myself in harm’s way for your sake” started with, “No, I just -” before he was interrupted. And the fact that Miura chose to make it an interruption instead of letting their conversation end before the king and co show up tells me that the conversation wasn’t over - so it wasn’t Guts saying, “No, I just wanted to ask,” or something meek and final.

It was Guts saying, “No, I just thought I was just another soldier to you,” or “No, I just don’t understand why you would,” or “No, I just never thought there’d be someone who would risk their life for me.” Yk, something that would force Griffith to consider what he just said and what it actually means and make it impossible for him to keep deflecting.

Just a reminder that I’m an Adult™ and if that makes you feel uncomfortable feel free to:

  • unfollow me
  • ask me to unfollow you
  • block me

I won’t get mad or anything. It’s important to make sure you feel comfortable and secure.

You will take this ship and Kat Morris’ poster from my cold dead hands.


Inspired by Kat Morris’ poster THE SHOW and featuring a shitty scan.

Do not take, share or search for photos of BTS wherever they are.

Please, let them enjoy this small break they have. Do not let Bon Voyage happen again.

If you see photos - do not share them. If you see the members - do not share their location, take their photo or follow them.


Please. Do not be a part of the reason as to why they feel they always have to stay in their hotel.

If they wanted to share their location with the fan base, they would have. Right now, I do not feel they want this information to be known. Thus, whatever the reasons are, I feel we can respect that.

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Am I still thinking about that one AU? Yes, definitely

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Ryuji: dude, was that supposed to be your confession?
Futaba: I should’ve known Inari wouldn’t be able to pull this off…..
Yusuke: look! He’s so touched he’s speechless!!!

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more p5 comics

if you’re an fp! here’s some useful phrases to say to ur bpd pal/partner!

+ “i still love and care about you, but at the moment i am angry right now and i’m not talking to you for a certain time period, and i will talk to you again at ________”

+ “i’m going away for a while/i might not have internet connection, so i’m not going to talk to you for [time period], and i want you to know that i’m not ignoring you”

+ “my connection is bad right now, so i might not see your message, but i promise i’m not ignoring you!”

+ “i’m vagueing someone on [blog/site] right now, but i want you to know that it’s not about you”

+ “you’ve done [something they’ve done wrong], and that makes me uncomfortable/that’s not right. i still love you/care about you, but i need you not to do it again because [state a reason why].

+ “if i suddenly go offline, that means i’ve gone to sleep/my internet got cut off, and i wasn’t trying to avoid you”

+ “i’ve made a new friend/met someone new today, but i want you to know that you’re still my [best friend? number one? beloved partner? you can choose!]

+ “daily reminder that i love you and i care about you!”

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hina + yams hanging out in chapter 244 (。’▽’。)

(long post, sorry)

In spite of everything I love Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it does not work like that.  Second, she’s not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11” of pure muscle and is not top heavy)

If you want a good Harley backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look like self-harm or is well covered up. 

When Arkham accepts her, fresh from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves, self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru. The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.

After her weekend of freedom she would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous, cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it. She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it when he likes things.

It’s wrong and unprofessional, the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to protect and nurture something so important to him.

When the choice comes between her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question. She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a bun.