Jess became a great man who has his shit together and is there for his family/friends! He is nice, he talks with people and is living his life. That was everything I needed to know and see. But giving him such a terrible ending scene? The last time we saw him in 6x18 he looked so sad and now in his ‘new’ last scene he looks sad AGAIN. For the same damn reason. Give me a break already… he did not deserve this. I was always Team Jess but now I think it would have been better if Rory ended up with Logan. Honestly? These cheaters deserve each other.
So if you would excuse me… I will go to bed now and cry forever.
I’d like to take this moment to throw out my thoughts on children’s literature, here we go, I hope you’re ready: The best kind of children’s literature is the kind that doesn’t underestimate children. A lot of adults run around like, “This book has dark, complex subject matter and that just isn’t for children,”and you should never entrust a child to these people.
Let’s stop making jokes about girls who have daddy issues. There’s nothing funny about having psychological damage over growing up without or with an absent father.
There was nothing funny about my father not knowing my favorite color, or forgetting my birthday every year. Now I can’t stand my birthday because he never bothered to call.
There was nothing funny about making an excuse every time my dad didn’t show up to my dance recitals. Now I make an excuse for every man that disappoints me.
There was nothing funny about making a Father’s Day gift every year in grade school and going home crying because I didn’t have a dad to give it to. Now every year I have to get fucked up on Father’s Day just so I don’t have to think about how I wasn’t good enough to make him stick around.
There’s nothing funny about hearing everyone say, “no one will love you like your dad does” and then growing up believing that because your dad didn’t love you no one else would.
There’s nothing funny about letting men double your age climb on top of you and whisper, “who’s your daddy?”
There’s nothing funny or sexy about having daddy issues. Period.
Excuse me while I get very sappy, because I can’t handle myself right now haha.
MyDatingNewt Scamander Headcanons reached over 3,000 notes last night! That’s a really big deal, at least for me considering none of my writing has ever gotten actually over 2,000 notes until very recently. Hell, they usually never go over 300 notes. But, ever since I started writing for Newt, and seeing myself in his wonderful character, and having the opportunity to write for him, I’ve been blessed with a lot of notes on my writing, and a ton of new followers. I’m so happy to have all of you, I’m so glad that you like what I’m writing. I’m so happy that it’s something I love writing.
I just want to thank you guys for reblogging and liking all my work. It really means a lot to be noticed like that, and to get so many compliments. You guys really mean a lot to me and you really support and inspire me to be the best writer I possibly can be.
There’s a lot more coming for Newt, Credence and a few more surprise characters. :) keep your eyes peeled.
Can we just talk about how powerful this scene is?
There are no words needed. Each panel shows us how their relationship was with each other. Silence often offers us a more powerful understanding than a thousand words ever could. Ursa knew she never showed her daughter how much she loved her. You can see the love and affection on her face for her high strung little girl… as well as regret and worry. Even in the last panel and the way she looks back…she was hesitant. She did not want to leave Azula, knowing how much Ozai influenced her at such a young age…she even chose to see her daughter first before Zuko. Maybe she had planned on saying something to Azula…but the words got lost on her tongue. What could she say? Instead she opted to give her a kiss on her cheek as a sign of love instead, praying she would be safe.
If only Azula knew…
I have a lot of Azula Feels now…excuse me while I go cry in a corner.
request ; can you do an imagine where the reader and liam have a “scallison” moment and the pack sees and it reminds them of scott and allison? there’s like a bunch of fluff and the reader is allison’s sister.
warnings ; nothing but i got major feels after rereading it.
a/n ; excuse me while i go cry over scallison. this isn’t proofread bc i wrote it before going to school and i have to go like right now but i really needed to write this okay goodbye lovelies hope you're having a wonderful day.
Despite it being their Senior prom and possibly the normal, high school experience they would ever get, no one in the pack felt like celebrating. Scott, Lydia, and Stiles were all recounting the events that had occurred during their first prom. But not the terrible, life altering events. No, it was more like they were remembering an easier time when Allison, your sister, had been alive. And as they watched you and Liam hold each other ridiculously close, it reminded them painfully of a time when Scott had held Allison just like that.
Scott watches as Liam’s hand wind around your waist, as your fingers interlock behind his neck, holding each other as close as possible while making sure that both of you can still sway softly to the beat of the slow music playing. He watches as you blush at something Liam says, like you always do, tilting your head down with a shy smile on your face to avoid looking at him. Scott doesn’t really mean to, but he finds himself eavesdropping, turning his head slightly in order to get a better listen.
“You’re so beautiful,” Liam says to you, spinning you in a small circle before you have a chance to reject the compliment. You are, you always have been, at least in his mind. But you always dismissed his compliments with a mumbled thank you and a shake of your head before changing the subject all together. “What’s your secret?” He asks jokingly, grinning brightly as you laugh, your face tilting downward again. This time, he gently lifts your head back up, wanting to see the bright blush for himself.
“Liam, stop it,” you blush, looking up at him with a small grin. You swear, once you get out of high school, your cheeks are going to be permanently stained pink, all because Liam insists on showering you with affection every day, whenever he can manage it.
“I don’t want to, I like it when you blush,” he murmurs truthfully, still dancing to the same slow rhythm as before, even when the song changes. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t tell my girlfriend how beautiful she looks whenever I see her? I’m just being honest with you.”
“Why do you do this to me, Liam?” You mumble, the same smile that had been gracing your face growing wider, happier. Scott’s about to tune the rest of the conversation out, but he stops when he hears Liam’s adoringly whispered reply, his voice ringing out as clear as a bell.
“Because I love you,” he whispers, eyes searching your features for any sign of shock, or even anger. He isn’t sure how you’re going to react. He knows that you’ve always been scared of falling in love. Allison had thrown herself wholeheartedly into a relationship with a werewolf (one who you now regarded as an older brother), and while you had never seen her happier when they had been together, the break up had been just as devastating for her. But Liam knows in his heart that he’s a different story, and he has to get those feelings off his chest before he explodes and shouts it in the middle of class one day. Now, the truth was out. “Is that okay?” He runs a hand down your arm, taking your hand in his, not really caring what you say in return.
And Scott’s heart actually lurches in his chest, because it’s the same exact words he spoke to your sister, under the same lights, on the same sort of night, in that same spot in the gymnasium while listening to that same sappy music that blares out from the speakers.
You lean in, pausing before you reach Liam’s lips. “That’s perfect, because I love you, too,” you breathe, cupping his cheeks gently and pressing your lips to his, trying to pour as much emotion into that one kiss as you possibly could. It’s just the two of you on the dance floor after while, refusing to let go of one another just yet, even though the music stopped playing a few minutes ago. Your head rests on his shoulder, his arms still wrapped firmly around your waist.
Lydia and Scott are the only two people left to witness this, Stiles is parked outside in his jeep, waiting somewhat patiently. Lydia being your ride home, Scott being Liam’s. And both of them are thinking the same exact thing, though they don’t say it, because they’re afraid to get choked up and start crying right there, and they don’t want to spoil your night.
You and Liam are Scott and Allison, even if neither of you realize it. They just hope your story doesn’t end the same way.
“I wish that I knew what makes you think I’m so special.”
I would like to give a special thank you to @sheikahminstrel because honestly, they did such an amazing job with this coloring. I didn’t even recognize my own drawing when I saw it. Legit tears have been shed over how beautiful this coloring looks ♡ I’m so very happy they had fun with it~ I adore it so much ahhh
What I first thought would be a light-hearted, funny cartoon ended up being a epic adventure that’s both dark and twisted as well as light hearted and funny. Easily 100/10 one of the best series I have ever seen, and only wish more people watched it.
Now if you excuse me. I’m going to go cry myself to sleep
Remember when some people were upset when Felicity didn’t break down crying when Oliver “died” in 3x10? Well, I hope you’re happy now. All it took was Oliver losing his soul. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go find all the pieces of my shattered heart.