down with the fed

Sigh. The way this romance is force fed down my throat makes me gag. Noct’s hesitation when it comes to lunafreya gets old quick. Just say that you loved her or that you wanted to be with her, just ANYTHING fam. “I just wanted to save you” don’t fucking count, especially when Noct looks like an 8 year old child there and it might as well sound like he’s trying to save his long lost sister.

And this whole happy to be married is such nonsense. Luna has duties as oracle to perform and she’s in a very tense situation - worrying about a wedding is the last thing that should be on her mind in a world that is DYING! The fuck she even excited about, for a marriage that is arranged BY YOUR ENEMIES????? Doesn’t that ring any alarms? Why the eff these ppl even talking about a wedding after what happened in Insomnia? And I don’t care if you have sext each other for 12 years long. You barely know the guy.

How is he when you sit in a room with him? Can Noct even be himself around her? And I don’t mean him being courteous and sweet and soft spoken. A relationship is so important for two people to be themselves and comfortable and we see Noct as himself around his bros: sarcastic, sassy, slightly arrogant dweeb. Could he be all that around Luna, could he even be comfortable enough to be *him* in a relationship with her, let alone marriage?

Bruh i don’t think so.

And even if they are, the game never lets them be together in a room to sense a dynamic that isn’t that forced romance of two people who were never were in screen at the same time, let alone talked together lmaooo y'all tripping with this ship smh

So, I did some height comparison stuff with the reapers and this is what I came up with

I have this headcanon that Lance used to be mute, like he witnessed something traumatizing as a child that made him stop talking. And then years down the road he gets fed up with the bullies at school and starts trying to speak again and it takes forever but he’s finally able to speak again (his first word was Hunk) and he keeps practicing until he can speak without it hurting. And then one day during team training or while they’re getting a mission Lance is just being Lance and making jokes and whatever but Keith is a little grump and makes the side comment “don’t you have a mute-button or something” not thinking anything of it but it hits Lance hard and he just stops talking. He usually doesn’t let comments like that upset him because he knows what he went through and is just glad that he can talk but it hurts coming from Keith so he just stops talking all over again. And Keith doesn’t know why because he didn’t mean to hurt Lance - he would never mean to hurt Lance - and he doesn’t know how to fix it. And Hunk is pissed af which is hella scary

and I have no idea how I want this to end but I really want to write it

UPDATE: (bc people are actually seeing this???) I wrote it!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/9192059

because nothing screams “FASHION!” like rhinestones on your boots

Lost on you

Name: Lost on you

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and where to find them

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Theme: Newt being jealous of you and Jacob (but they’re just friends)

Part two Lost and Found could be found HERE

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has anyone ever wondered why Simon got so offended over Baz trying to feed him to the chimera, or when he pushed him down the stairs, but like he only mentions that Baz tried to steal his voice -’the worst thing you can do to a magician’- once or twice.

and i was just thinking why? Simon knew that he and Baz were enemies, that’s what enemies did: they fight, they try to kill each other. why should he care about a few pitiful attempts at murder? why should he care that Baz pushed him down the stairs or fed him to a chimera?

 then i really thought about it and honestly my English teacher better be proud of me after this interpretation, i mean it is far fetched af but…

i think that Simon expected Baz to fight with him using his magic, they’re magicians after all, maybe it seemed fair, or he thought that that was just the way things were, but then Baz started being physical -get your heads out of the gutter i didn’t mean it like that. 

Baz started to abuse Simon without using magic, he shoved him down the stairs. it started to become personal, it stopped being about two arch enemies fighting and started being just cruel. i don’t think Simon expected that when he came to Watford; he wasn’t prepared for it, how could he join the game when he didn’t even know what Baz was playing? 

and maybe it was just too real. magic was Simon’s secret life, it was the thing he always came back to -it was his everything- so maybe that’s why he didn’t mind so much when Baz used spells to hurt him, because it was magic, but when he started just abusing him it could have reminded him of his other life. 

his other life, with lonely care homes and hatred and not even letting himself thinking of his secret life because it would hurt too much. and maybe, just maybe, Simon had been abused in those places too, maybe he’d been shoved down stairs before, maybe he had been pushed and shoved and hit and abused. and maybe he went to Watford with the hope of getting away from that, maybe he had just dealt with Baz’s teasing and hatred and jealousy and all of that because it was better than his other life, wasn’t it?

wasn’t it?

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This little robin was brought in to us recently after being found tangled up by the leg in wire.

Luckily, the offending netting had been removed on site, and Emma, our vet, quickly cleaned the small wound on its leg. The thigh was quite swollen, but was still being used and should heal well.

The bird was given painkillers and antibiotics before being moved into one of our pens for some rest. We have high hopes that it will make a full recovery!

Nothing Compares

Anonymous: Imagine you used to be really friendly with Matt (muttering into his ear, squishing his face, talking loudly for emphasis, etc) and him being upset when you stop because you think you’re torturing him once you find out how good his senses are

This is a very cute idea, I hope I did okay for you :)

1523 words. Enjoy xx

Originally posted by kinghardy

“I’ve got dinner,” you called, kicking the office door closed with your foot. Karen and Foggy practically ripped their food out of your hands, thanking you and then sitting down to eat. You always bought the food, keeping those three fed and happy.

You brought yours and Matt’s food to his office and put the bag in front of him. “Here you go, Matty.” You jumped up to sit on his desk as you always did, getting out your sandwich.

“Comfortable?” He joked.

You reached over and ruffled his hair. “Yes, thank you.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, reading a case file he and Foggy were working on.

Taking a bite of your sandwich, you listened as Matt started telling you about the case, and how a man was wrongly convicted. He and Foggy were amazing lawyers, you had complete faith that they would help this innocent man.

When he finished explaining, you looked up and kissed his cheek. “You’ll do perfectly, I know it.”

He smiled, “Thanks, Y/n.” After dinner, he sighed and stood up. “We should probably get home, it’s getting late.”

Waiting at the door, you grinned and intertwined his arm in yours, walking home with him.

Matt was your best friend. You were the one that helped him around if he wanted, and the one who gave him a small pep talk before any hearing. Besides Foggy, of course, there were no two people who were closer friends than you and Matt. Sometimes, you’d find yourself getting even closer to him, and maybe wishing you weren’t just friends.

As you got to Matt’s front door, you have him a hug, and pushed his hair out of his face gently. “See you tomorrow.”

He smiled at you sweetly, “Goodnight, Y/n.” You turned around as the door closed, walking back home with a wide smile on your face.

After one day at the office, you headed towards Matt’s apartment instead of your own. Foggy had told you he was sick today, and that was why he wasn’t in. So, naturally, you decided to go and check on him.

You didn’t think anything of it, walking into Matt’s apartment like you did. It was normal for you two. You were best friends, of course you hung out together. But you never expected to see what you did.

“Oh god-Matt?” Your ran over to the couch where Matt was laying, looking worse for wear.

“Y/n,” he hissed, trying to sit up, but it obviously hurt. Acting on instinct, you reached out and helped him sit straight. You looked over his body in shock. Scrapes ran red over his upper body and arms, even his face. Looking around the room, you saw nothing was out of place. Before you could ask him one of the thousand questions running through your mind, he asked you, “What are you doing here?”

“Foggy said, he said you were sick,” you said distractedly, fear for Matt running through your veins. You could not comprehend how he could possibly be so beaten up. He was a blind man, for goodness sake! “Matt, what’s going on?”

He let out a breath, and pat the seat next to him where his feet had been. “I have some things to tell you.”

You sat down with nearly no hesitation, your curiosity, slight fear, and desire to help Matt any way you could taking hold.

“You know in the papers, how they talk about the Devil of Hells Kitchen?”

You nodded, answering with a short, “Yes.”

“Well, I’m ‘Daredevil.’”

There was a long moment of silence. He must have realized you were not going to say anything, and he began to explain himself to you. He told you about his heightened senses. How he felt things differently, how he heard things differently. How he could see without actually seeing.

You took it all in, sitting quietly. And when he was done, with your thoughts running rampant, you stood up. Rifling through the first aid kit on the table, you began to patch him up, slowly but surely.

He didn’t force you to talk, which was a good thing. You didn’t think you could have formed a word. After hearing about what he could do, and about his senses, you thought back to how you acted around him in horror. The loud talking, all your touches and you guiding him everywhere… It must have been an overload of senses for him. You cringed, feeling horrible. Forget about him not telling you he was Daredevil; he should have stopped you from annoying and torturing him.

You cleaned up the last gash on Matt’s arm, and turned to address him. “Okay.” His head turned toward yours in surprise. “You should have told me, I could have helped you.” He went to say something, but you interrupted. “But it’s okay.”

He licked his lips, looking a little wary. “We’re okay?”

You smiled, a little sadly. “Yeah, Matty. We’re okay.”

You left soon after that, feeling a bit numb. Not sure what to think about everything you’d learned, you fell asleep rather quickly in your apartment.

The office the next day wasn’t tense, exactly, but the usually relaxed and friendly atmosphere was gone. Your day was terrible, to say the least. You had no idea how close you and Matt were until now.

You kept your distance from him all day. Sure, you talked. But the simple touches were gone, and you felt like a part of you was missing. You may not have liked this distance, but you’d do anything to make sure he wasn’t in any pain or discomfort-especially from you.

You came back from getting everyone lunch like you usually did, only to find that Foggy and Karen were gone. Biting your lip, you walked into Matt’s office.

“Hey, I brought lunch,” you said, leaving the bag in front of him. You went to leave but Matt jumped up out of his seat.

“Wait, Y/n.”

You turned around to see him walking towards you. You almost reached out and grabbed his arm to help him, but you stopped yourself before you could. It was like second nature to help him, but now you knew he didn’t need your help. You cursed mentally, folding your arms over your chest instead. “Yeah?”

“You’ve been… Off, today,” he said carefully, not wanting you to leave just yet. You didn’t answer right away, so he kept going. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you my secret. I didn’t want you to be in danger. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

You blinked. “No, Matt, this isn’t about you being a vigilante, exactly…”

“But if it isn’t, what else could it be?” He sounded frustrated with himself, and you started to feel a little guilty. “I just want to know, Y/n,” he sounded so upset, and the guilt nearly crushed your heart. “What did I do?” He put his glasses on the desk, now looking directly at you with those damned puppy eyes.

You stared back at him. “No, Matt, it’s not that, honestly. I mean, yeah, I wish you’d told me. And I’m going to worry about you…” You trailed off, watching as he struggled to understand.

“Then what is it? You’re acting different. I don’t know… I miss you.”

Closing your eyes, you sighed in frustration. Your eyes started to sting. “Honestly, Matt? I’m just-I’m probably so annoying to you, and I don’t know why you didn’t say anything to me. I don’t know why you didn’t stop me from basically torturing you. You didn’t tell me-you didn’t need help, I mean, all those times…” You trailed off, looking down at the floor and wringing your hands.

A look of understanding and disbelief crossed Matt’s face. “That’s what it is? About my senses? You’re not annoying, Y/n. Not at all.” He reached out for your hands and held them tight. “You’re anything but annoying,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re funny, you’re kind, and you keep me grounded. There’s so much noise,” he gestured around his head, “and if you’re here… You help me to focus. You’re not annoying, I need you. If anything, you help keep me sane.”

Blinking, you wiped your eyes and let out a small laugh. “Really?” You needed to hear it again, you didn’t believe it.

Matt smiled softly. “Really.”

Smiling back, you reached up and grabbed his face in your hands, pinching his cheek and making him laugh loudly. It was a beautiful sound that you didn’t know you had missed. “Are we okay?”

He kissed your cheek softly in return, making you blush. “We’re more than okay. Promise.”

You stared at him in awe. “You know, Matt, your senses may be good, but you missed.”

He looked confused for half a second, before you brought his head down to yours, sealing his promise with a kiss.

I am finals-free and ready to return to my calling which consists of trying to make up for the lack of fanart for this ship on this godforsaken website

Hau with his hair down cleansed my skin, watered my crops and fed my Pokemon delicious Malasada 

this house is falling down on our fucking heads
the rats are chowing down on our fucking beds
our bosses and our parents think we’re fucking reds
the commies think that we’re a bunch of fucking feds

i get knocked down, but i get up again
can’t keep me down
i get knocked down, but i get up again

the crime scene is covered in our dna
our lawyer sucks, who else could we afford to pay?
our friends aren’t coming, no matter what they say
our friends aren’t coming, no matter what they fucking say

i get knocked down, but i get up again
can’t keep me down
i get knocked down, but i get up again

there’s a feeling in the night, i wake up sweaty
words like “home” are disconnected from their meaning
no, i’ve never really believed in safety
there are things i’ve never known but will always be mourning

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Mello decided to sit down in my hand after I fed them today. I’m not sure why, but after almost 2 years with these doves, this week they started flying onto my computer and spending time on my work table. It came out of nowhere and I’m so happy :’)

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I F   I T   W O U L D   P L E A S E ♡

15 Days of Valentines ♡ | a Jon/Sansa meme
↳ 4/15: Blind date/Setup | Arranged Marriage

With a reputation tarnished by falsehoods, twenty-one year old Sansa Stark in unable to find herself a husband in a time where a woman’s utmost requirement is to be married off. At wit’s end, and fed up with her turning down every husband he can find for her, Ned Stark arranges one final match for his eldest daughter; only this time, her charming suitor is a former acquaintance.

I took some liberties with the theme; there’s no denying that. But it’s also the only thing I could conjur up today so let’s just… go with it? I’m leaving it with one chapter for now, but if it’s enjoyed then I may write more to it one day. Anyways, enjoy! :)

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