go back to being a blonde

At the store:
  • Jace: hi sorry i seem to have lost my daylighte- i mean friend. Can i make an announcement?
  • Manager: yeah ok
  • Jace: jace is a bottle blond wannabe
  • *from the back of the store*
  • Simon: TRUE THAT
  • Jace: nevermind he can go back to being lost
RWBY vol 4: episode 11 thoughts.

Solid episode, finally tying up the storyline. Shame there’s only 2 episodes left *long sigh*

Anyways, we’ll start with the good.

• Cinder’s PTSD is well done, and I’m very excited to hear her voice again!

• Yang!!!! Ahh painting her arm yellow was awesome, she’s really bounced back!

• Yeah Yang, where you going? I suggest Mistral, it’s getting reeaallyy popular…

• Klein you’re a sweetheart! Weiss baby I’m so proud of you!

• Blake heartfelt speech time! Finally admitting how much her team meant to her!

• Voice crack when Blake said “Yang”

• Sun being a supportive bro, nice speech my blonde huggable fool.

• “And I’m sure Yang would say the same..” YES! Of course she would, Blake she would have given her life for you..

• Blake’s self depreciating is so sad because she means so much more to her team then she realises.

• Kali omg I love you.


• Ren’s face seeing the Grimm, so heartbreaking!


So yes a mostly positive episode, save a few tiny woes!

• Tyrian you scare me

• Salem is.. Idk a little underwhelming to me, but that might be because we haven’t seen her full power.

• I really like the Blake and Sun friendship, but yeah please leave it at that.

• I will be really really disappointed in Rooster Teeth if after finally developing Ren and Nora’s characters if they kill one or both of them off. Screw tragic timing and shock factor, I will just be angry.

And yeah that’s about it! I’m finally excited for this volume again!
What about you guys?

Dueling Desires

Being friends with benefits is never as simple as it seems. Warning: a teeny bit NSFW. The next chapters are here: 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14


He knew he was making a huge mistake. Professor Possibelf recently started an optional dueling class and had suggested Baz come by. Baz didn’t need help with dueling, his mother had started his training since he was three, but he knew a certain curly-haired blonde was going to be there, so he agreed to stop in.
Baz walked in five minutes late so as not to appear too interested in coming. Quietly he walked to the back of the room and watched Possibelf struggle not to laugh as Gareth thrusted at a third year opponent in the middle of the room. Snow was standing off to the side observing and nodding his head in approval. Baz had no idea how Snow could possibly benefit from this class; he had only two efficient fighting methods: slice with his sword or go off.
Professor Possibelf spotted Baz in the corner and looked relieved. She threw her hands up to stop Gareth’s ridiculous spectacle of a duel.
“That’s enough, thank you Gareth and Ellen. Basilton? Would you mind volunteering for the rest of the class?”
Gareth’s face was flushed as he went back to settle with the rest of the students. Baz glanced at Snow sideways and smirked at the look of irritation on his face.
He strode to the center of the room and looked at his nails carelessly as he waited for Possibelf to pick his opponent.
“And maybe…Simon?”
Snow looked agitated as he stepped to face Baz in the center of the room. Baz walked over and shook his hand firmly; ignoring the tingling sensation it started in his arm.
“Can’t use your sword this time Snow, good luck,” Baz murmured.
“Don’t need it,” Snow growled.
They both settled into offensive positions and waited for Possilbelf’s signal. She nodded and Baz immediately stepped forward.
“Break a leg!”
The spell hit Snow right on target. He grimaced and clutched his leg but didn’t drop to the floor. The spell didn’t actually break someone’s leg, but it did cause quite a bit of pain for the recipient’s legs.
Snow reared his own wand back. Baz could block it if he wanted, but he was curious to see if Snow could make his spell work.
“Pain in the neck!”
Baz felt the spell crackle wildly and hit. It wasn’t as focused as Baz’s but it still reached its target. Baz groaned as his neck felt like a thousand tiny needles were stabbing it. Even though Snow’s magic was iffy with accuracy it was definitely powerful.
“Take a bow!” Baz spat out.
It was an immature move. Snow knelt to the ground helplessly, glaring furiously at Baz. The spell wasn’t exactly forbidden but it was frowned upon. It forced others to bow, a spell often used by parents trying to teach young Mage’s manners. But it was an unspoken agreement between mages not to use it against one another in arguments or fights.
“Basilton!” Professor Possibelf looked shocked.
Snow fought off the spell and rushed over to Baz. Instead of punching him as Baz had expected him to do Simon pushed his wand right under Baz’s chin, his other hand gripping Baz’s tie. The entire room went silent.
“That…was uncalled for,” Snow sputtered.
Baz shrugged.
“All’s fair in love and war.”
Snow shook his head in disgust.
“You’re so fucked up.”
Baz laughed, “Don’t I know it?”
Snow was too close to him, it was affecting him in ways he hadn’t anticipated when agreeing to the duel. He felt heat and lightning coursing through his veins. Snow pulled him closer, his thighs touching Baz’s, as if he were about to follow up on his threat but paused. Snow looked down at their pressing bodies. His expression was a mixture of surprise and utter confusion. Baz felt embarrassment and anger course through him. Snow raised an eyebrow at him.
Baz smacked his hand away and turned on his heel to leave the room. Several people were looking at him questioningly and he heard quite a few people mumbling what just happened? Baz stormed out of the classroom and into the hallway.
He heard the squeak of someone running behind him.
“Was that your wand or were you just excited to see me?”
Baz worked his jaw and turned to face an amused looking Snow. He was grinning cockily at Baz; his face told Baz that Snow had definitely felt his bodily reaction in the classroom.
“Your point?” Baz countered.
Snow’s smile flickered.
“Well…I mean it’s just a surprise.”
Baz smirked meanly.
“You had your whole body pressed up against me. And you don’t look half bad either.”
Snow frowned. “What are you saying?”
Baz walked up to him, “I’m saying…I’m an eighteen year old guy. I can’t help it if the person I hate has a nice looking,” He paused playfully, “mouth. But don’t get so worked up about it. It doesn’t mean anything.”
With that Baz walked away towards their room, pretending to look unaffected by the exchange. In reality, his heart was pounding uncontrollably fast. Snow had felt the culmination of his uncontrollable feelings and hormones. Sure, he could swear up and down that it wasn’t a big deal but it was a lie. And he wasn’t sure how convincing he could really be.


Simon stood dumbfounded in the hallway. When he had been pressed against Baz in the dueling class he’d felt…Baz. It was surprising, but what had been more surprising was his own reaction. His stomach had gone jumpy, like he was excited.
Then he’d chased after him to, well, he didn’t really know what he’d been planning on doing. But Baz had told him it meant nothing before he could say anything. Did this mean Baz was gay? And if so, why did it matter to Simon?
His body answered for him: because you want him. Simon gritted his teeth. It didn’t make any sense, he hated Baz. He’d spent the last couple of years proving that to everyone. But his body couldn’t lie to him.
Simon bit his lip. He could go back to the dueling class or he could go after Baz in the room. After a few seconds of consideration he rushed up the stairs to their room. When he came into the room he found Baz reading at his desk. He looked up at Simon in surprise. He obviously hadn’t expected him to follow him to the room.
Simon walked over and sat on Baz’s bed.
“Get off my bed.”
Simon smiled.
Baz looked at his mouth and away.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
Simon scooted closer to Baz.
“What was obvious was what you felt in the dueling classroom.”
Baz jerked back, almost tipping his desk chair over.
“I- Snow I already told you that it didn’t mean anything.”
Simon shrugged. “I know. Doesn’t mean anything for me either. We still hate each other.”
Baz glared at him, “Go on.”
“Just because we hate each other doesn’t mean we aren’t attracted to each other.”
Baz’s eyes widened in surprise.
“You’re attracted to me?”
Snow nodded, his face heating.
“Look, I’m not asking you to marry me or something,” Simon explained, “I’m just saying maybe we could…mess around.”
Baz rolled his eyes skeptically.
“Mess around? That’s the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard of.”
Simon decided to be bold. He moved forward and put his hands on Baz’s thighs, balancing half on the bed and half on Baz’s lap.
“Is it?”
Baz’s cheeks went pink. He looked down at Simon’s hands and then back to his face, eyes focused on his mouth.
“No strings attached?” He breathed.
Simon grinned, “No strings attached. Just hooking up.”
Baz swallowed largely, “We’re going to have to kill each other.”
Simon shrugged, “Eventually. But not yet.”
Baz closed his eyes for a few seconds. Then out of nowhere he grabbed Simon’s waist and pulled him the rest of the way on his lap. Simon’s breathing spiked as Baz leaned forward and kissed him. Baz’s hands wound their way into Simon’s hair and pulled carelessly. Simon grinned against his mouth and pulled at Baz’s tie, egging him on.
“This,” Baz gasped, “Is…so…stupid.”
Simon nodded.
“Yeah. It is.”
Then he kissed Baz with everything he had.


Grumpy Adorable Idol.

The Round of Love and Death | Tate Langdon X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Characters: Tate/fem!reader.

Warnings: Death.

Pre-Death Tate.

(F/N) stand for “Friend’s name” /(B/N) stand for “Boy’s name”.

Word Count: 1640 words.

Parts of the series: (1) (2)

(Y/N) saw him almost every day. He walked through the school hallways alone and didn’t seem to mind that. She had some classes with him and always saw him sitting in the back of the room, quiet, but never seemed to be really paying attention in class. The girl didn’t know what made her attract so much for Tate Langdon, for being a mystery, maybe? Or for his underappreciated blond hair and dark eyes? Perhaps his quiet personality and for always being late for class? She had no idea, just knew that since the beginning of 1994 she was paying more attention to him. And it didn’t go unnoticed by the boy.

It all started with some glances that she sent to him in the hallways when he walked past her. She made no effort to be subtle, what made her friends soon realized the interest she had for the quiet boy, but didn’t seem to understand why.

A few weeks later, she seemed to think that look at him in the hallways wasn’t enough, then, during class, she turned her head back so she could look at him a little more. For not being a crowded place like the hallway, in which no one would pay attention to what her eyes were looking, (Y/N) had to look at him discreetly, inventing reasons to be able to turn around. But her attempts seemed to be failures, since sometimes Tate caught her staring at him, causing her to be embarrassed and sank in her chair. But when they returned to the halls, she was there staring at him again.

At first he didn’t seem to notice the looks she sent him when he was going to get something in his locker, or at least pretended not to notice. But after a while he began to turn his head slightly in her direction, catching her eyes trying to memorize every detail of him.

And that basically summed up their relationship. During class, she would look at him and when he looked back, she wouldn’t look anymore. When they arrived in the hallways she would look at him again and when she noticed that he was shyly staring at her, she would stop looking. No words. Just it. Until she told that to a friend.

“Are we still talking about that Langdon kid? He have, like, the biggest crush on you.” (F/N) said as she ate her lunch. They were in the cafeteria, waiting for their other friends to arrive.

“What?” (Y/N) laughed.

“It  isn’t news to anyone that you live looking at him.” the girl rolled her eyes at her friend. “But when you don’t look, he is staring at you, like, all the time.” (Y/N) shook her head, taking a bite of her food. “Like right now.”

She furrowed her brow, turning to the direction where her friend pointed discreetly. Tate was sitting alone at a table, although he didn’t look that he would eat something. He was looking at her, and unlike the girl, he kept staring at her. (Y/N) raised her hand slowly, deciding whether to do it or not, and then gave a quick wave. A small smile appeared on his face and then he waved back.

“Don’t be fool, he probably thinks of you naked.” her other friend, (B/N), said approaching her table, making her roll her eyes. “What? Boys do this.”

When (Y/N)’s gaze turned to Tate, he was no longer staring at her, probably noticing that her friends began to look at him too.

After that day, during class, when one caught the other looking, they would smile at each other, without looking away, until, at least, some teacher asked them to turn to pay attention in class, what they would do at the moment but would return to their own world after a few minutes. When they saw in the hallway, they would smile and wave at each other. They seemed unfazed by the lack of words between the two. Until one day.

That week was rainy, leaving everyone discouraged. But that didn’t seem to hit (Y/N), since the simple fact of seeing the boy she liked every day seemed to be enough to make her happy.

On that particular day she felt happier, they had looked at each other more than they were used to, since Tate hadn’t arrived late that day. But while they were in the hallways he looked a little strange, as if he had decided to do something. Then it happened suddenly. Tate came determinedly to (Y/N), stopping in front of her. She had never been so close to him and was glad for that moment to happen. He had in his hands a lily. He smiled and held it to her, which made a smile form on the girl’s face.

“Thanks.” she said sheepishly, taking the flower from his hands, making her finger bump on his.

Tate was about to say something when the school bell rang, making everyone start to leave the hall and enter in their classes. She looked expectfully at him.

“You’re too good for this world.” he said before starting to walk toward the classroom.

(Y/N) stood there, trying to decipher what those words meant, coming only at the conclusion that it should be a good thing, since Tate had a small smile on his face when he said that to her. He stopped a little after he started walking, turning back, calling her with his hand so that the two were to class together. She felt her heart beating faster as she ran to reach him, feeling him hold her hand lightly.

He looked at her intently throughout the class period and she took the opportunity to look at him as much as possible, since the teacher did not seem to notice what was happening. Inside, (Y/N) felt that their relationship would start to improve. And that made her excited.

In the next day, she was all happy to go to school, eager to finally try to talk to Tate. And was extremely disappointed when she didn’t see him in class. Time seemed to pass more slowly when she couldn’t turn to look at him.

(Y/N) laid her head on the desk, feeling that she would sleep anytime. And then she heard it. Shots. Shots coming from somewhere inside the school. Everyone in the class fell silent for a moment, as if to find out if those shots were near the place where they were. The answer was yes. When shots were fired again, everyone started screaming and most of the people began to run out of the room.

(Y/N) was about to leave when she heard the shots in the hallway. It was too late. The shots could have hit her if she had ran at that time. She looked back, some students remained there, including (B/N). Fear was on everyone’s face as they stared at each other as if wondering what they would do. The shots were approaching and they started to knock down a few desks to hide behind them. (Y/N) hid in one near to (B/N), who stared at her, giving an encouraging smile to her as a few tears rolled down her cheeks.

The shooting stopped, but could still be heard yelling and running around the halls. The classroom door was open and one of the girls who was there began to cry loudly, the sound of crying stopped after a shot being fired. (Y/N) felt tears falling harder on her face as she looked at (B/N), who put a finger on his mouth, asking her to do silence.

A few more shots were fired before the room be silent again. (Y/N) didn’t dare to move, but (B/N) put a bit of head out from the table protection to see what was happening. Terror spread across his face and his mouth opened slightly before a bullet went through his head, which made (Y/N) feel the urge to cry and, at the same time, to vomit.

She could still hear people running in the halls. People screaming, doors slamming outside, but inside the room she was only silence was present. (Y/N) wondered if the shooter would have gone, if she had a chance. Apparently no. Footsteps echoed through the room. He was still there. Her breathing was loud and mismatching, she could only pray that he doesn’t notice her. The shooter shot the floor next to the place where she was, she couldn’t help but screamed. He knew she was there.

His footsteps were light and calm, as if he weren’t in a hurry to finish what he was doing. She had her eyes fixed on the floor as tears ran down her face. The girl saw the feet stopping in front of her, making her shiver.

Her eyes looked up slowly to see the killer’s face, making her gasp when she met the dark eyes and dirty blond hair for which she spent the last months sighing. What was he doing? Tate crouched down until his face was facing hers. One of his fingers touched the girl’s cheek, wiping her tears away.

“Don’t cry.” he said firmly. “(Y/N).” she had dreamed of hearing him say her name, but now he was saying it she couldn’t feel anything but fear. “Don’t worry, I’m going to help you.”

With those words she thought that Tate would spare her, spare her life, which made her calm down a bit. He smiled softly when he realized she was calmer. His cold lips touched her forehead lightly and she believed she was safe. But when he returned to stand up and she tried to go along, he pushed her gently back to the ground, turning to point the gun to her head.

“You’re going to a better place.”

And then he shot.

Imagine being another woman Kit Walker loved and running into him five years after escaping from Briarcliff in the coffee shop you own.

Originally posted by melynite

Originally posted by ta-ta-tate

“(Y/N)” Lana said as she was about to walk out of the shop. Kit turned in his chair to see you for the first time in five years. “tell Scarlett and Robb, I said hello”

“Will do Lana” you smiled at your friend as she walked out. As you turned to go back to your work, your eyes land on the blonde. “Well if it isn’t Kit Walker as I live and breath.”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” Kit chuckled hugging you. “Its good to see you.”

“You to” you told him. “Sorry about never writing or anything. I’ve been busy keeping this place open. But I’m truly sorry about Grace and Alma.”

“It takes time but the kids and I are dealing with it” Kit said as the front door opened and a brunette woman walked in with a set of twins, one boy and one girl each with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes just like Kit.

“Mommy” the two shouted running straight to you.

“How was school” you asked them.

“Awesome” your son Robb said “Ms. Blake let our class have an extra rescue.”

“and we got cupcakes for Austin’s birthday” you daughter Scarlett told you.

“Sorry Miss (Y/L/N)” Mrs. James said. “there a bit hipper”

“It’s okay Laura” you told her handing her this weeks check for watching them before she left. “you two run on to the back room and play.” Once the twins at went to the back you turned back to Kit. “Sorry about that. I complete forgot they would be dropped off early”

“It’s fine” Kit told you with that smile you fall in love with back when you first meet him. “So your mom”

“Yeah it’s kinda hard to believe” you told him. “but eight month after escaping Briarcliff those two showed and have been a pain in the ass just like the father since day one.”

Even though you didn’t up and say they were his, Kit know the were. Back in Briarcliff you always told him he was a pain in the ass. He know he had to wait for you tell him yourself though. So you talked a few more moments before saying goodbye and promising to stay in touch. As he walked out to his truck he turned back to see Robb and Scarlett run out to you and grab hold of your hands. He smiled to himself, hoping he’d at least get to know them.

“Stop being a bloody arsehole, Malfoy!”

“Bloody make me, Potter!”

Potter let out a growl and grabbed Draco’s shirt tightly, the soft fabric crunched between rough fingers, as he slammed the blond back against the shelves. Draco looked at Potter, chin raised with all the dignity he could muster, feeling squashed between the old dusty books and the Gryffindor currently pressed against him.

Draco glared at him, pursing his lips as he held onto his wand tightly. If Potter tried anything…

But Potter was too busy panting with rage, looking like he’d rather just go for a punch instead of a Duel.

If Potter tried anything…

And oh, he did.

Potter suddenly moved, twisting his body to press Draco more firmly against the shelves. Draco tried to sputter a spell, his wand starting to lighten up, when Potter pressed their lips together in a brutal kiss.

This lovely request was made by the even lovelier @sprout2012 ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

Sorry for the delay, dear ;w; Here’s a lil something I wrote for you, hope you like it! ♥


Alison dies and we see the liars go to jail after being framed for her murder. As always, they were trying to discover what happened to Ali.

Flashfoward a couple of years. The air has calmed down in Rosewood and we see a blonde by the back comes back to the DiLaurentis house. When she walks inside, we see her reflection in a mirror. It’s Alison. She walks into the living room where a lot of people is waiting in the shadows. The lights go on to reveal Wilden, Wren (he is not dead but he HAS to be part of it), Garret, Ian, Shana, Maya (if you want to. Not for me.), Jessica (who was alive under Mary Drake’s ID all along) and Charlotte. They are all alive.

Then it’s reveal THE plan. From the very beginning. With every death, even with Bethany’s, all they wanted was to take the liars down. And finally, after many many many many failed attemps, THEY MADE IT.

Mary’s death as Jessica was necessary so Jessica could go away while Alison came back to follow the plan.

The only thing missing is the motive, which should be something amazing and shocking but knowing this show, it would be the most ridiculous thing like the liars bullied Ali in kindergarden.

I would love to include Noel but… c’mon. A head chop can’t be faked. RIP.

what an ESFJ has to say to all the types
  • ENTJ: Repeat after me: having emotions is NOT a weakness. No, I don’t think you’re a loser because I saw you cry once. Yes, you’re still the baddest bitch around and no one can mess with you. Yes, I would love to schedule a power lunch with you sometime this week so we can talk more about this.
  • INTJ: I’m going to need you to stop staring into my eyes like you’re analyzing every facet of my soul even though you’re probably just thinking of all the ways you could destroy me. I’m also going to need you to hug me back at some point I can cling to you all day long until you acknowledge your affection for me you small emotionally distant creature
  • ESTP: alright Tom Haverford thank you for being a fun friend and going out with me but maybe let’s not reenact the weird combo of the Hangover, Animal House, and Legally Blonde that happens EVERY time we do something together EVERY time we do something together.
  • ISTP: Hey professor I thought I would come in during office hours to talk about my last test and— oh, you’re out of the office… but at least you left a note this time! That’s an improvement! It says, “science just got ballin bitches haha lmao smell ya l8er”. Professor the next exam is in two days why are you doing this to me
  • ENTP: ok this argument can go one of two ways, either 1) i agree with you even though i don’t actually agree with you because I want you to like me or 2) i end up trying to argue but really end up crying— oh we’re going with option 2 ok this should be G R E A T
  • INTP: how did you make a bong out of literally nothing. do you have no regard for the laws of the universe or— how did you disappear. why do you have no regard for newton's laws of thermodynamics. why do you do this to me.
  • ESTJ: wow i have never seen anyone adhere to a routine so tightly until I met you. why don't you walk on the wild side with me? we can get an unusual flavor of ice cream and talk about capitalism or something.
  • ISTJ: no i don’t want to watch that war documentary with you again yes i’ve heard the story about your uncle who was in the korean war five times ok fine i’ll watch it with you but i reserve the right to be on my phone the whole time. Why do you care about war documentaries so much you cute turkey you already know who won why is this a universal with every ISTJ ever W H Y
  • ESFP: come close to me. closer. closer my child. YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO A SHOT EVERY TIME SOMEONE AT A PARTY SAYS LET'S DO SHOTS OK??????? unless you want to and as your certified enabler that's ok too u precious pearl
  • ISFP : OK i UNDERSTAND that sometimes you need to commune with nature by staring at a tree for twelve hours straight but can you PLEASE put on a jacket it’s starting to get cold outside. ok you’re going deeper into the forrest so you can’t hear my nagging THAT’S FINE I HAVE A LOUD VOICE YOU CAN’T ESCAPE THE MOTHERSHIP
  • ENFP: BE!!!!!! ON!!!!!! TIME!!!!!!! TO!!!!!!! THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you SWEET and ADORABLE little RAGAMUFFIN
  • INFP: I love talking to you and I love your crazy brain but CRYING ABOUT ALIENS and WONDERING IF THEY HAVE FEELINGS at 4:00 AM can only happen so many times before I physically restrain you so we can both get some sleep.
  • ENFJ: I like how we can jam on an emotional level and you are just as interested in knowing the intimate details of everyone’s life as I am and I really appreciate your ability to emotionally manipulate people (i know when you’re doing it and I especially know when you’re doing it to me but I love you so I go along with it lol) but for the LOVE of GOD P L E A S E tone down your ability to do EVERY ACTIVITY to PERFECTION and get MORE THAN 4 hours of sleep a night THANKS. you’re starting to give me an ulcer you sweet potato perfectionist.
  • INFJ: Yes, Ghandi, I am aware of all of those injustices that you’re telling me about. I’m angry too. No, I won’t go on a hunger strike with y— ok fine I will Jesus Christ put away those puppy dog eyes NO I DID NOT MEAN JESUS CHRIST LITERALLY GET OFF OF THAT CRUCIFIX RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME
  • ISFJ: I know you love people but you also love alone time. I know baby. I understand. But maybe come outside for a little bit and get some fresh air? Talk to people who aren’t on the internet? No? Your favorite fictional people are going through a hard time and you need to be alone to process this? ok go back to netflix love you sugar muffin i’ll try again tomorrow
  • and finally, other ESFJ's: I swear to fricking gosh if you bring baked goods to a function where I brought baked goods and PEOPLE LIKE YOURS BETTER I will spread a MILDLY NASTY RUMOR about how your pastries are all store-bought. Do not test me. love ya girl ;*

Sara doesn’t have to come back to the show for Calzona to rise.

She had been debating this decision for weeks, for months if she were being honest with herself. She stood outside in the rain, blonde hair darkening with each drop.

“So this it? You’re just…leaving?”

Arizona sighed and licked her lips. “You know as much as I do that what we have wasn’t going anywhere.”

“Just give it more time, give us-

Drenched locks slapped her shoulder at the shake of her head. “I’m going to New York. I leave tonight. I just…wanted to do this right and say goodbye.”

“Arizona…” she took a step back from Eliza and turned without another word, her throat tight and tears mixing with the pouring rain.

She got behind the wheel of her car and drove off, bags already packed and stuffed into the trunk of her car. In a matter of hours, she was going to be in New York.

The sun was shining, fresh clothes and a grey jacket keeping Arizona warm. The heels of her boots clicked against the concrete, the smell of the city strong. She checked her phone again, making sure that she was on the right street.


Looking up and seeing her daughter about to ride her bike, a super magic smile popped onto her face and she knew she was where she was supposed to be. It was moments later when she felt a pair of tiny arms wrap around her, the love in her chest bursting until she couldn’t breathe.

“Mama what are you doing here?” Sofia bounced up and down.

“I came home. I came to finally be with my girls.” she got down to Sofia’s level and held her face in her hands. “I couldn’t live without you two any long. I love you both so much.”

Sofia beamed, her smile so much like Callie’s, her eyes and exact replica. “I love you, too mommy. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

Arizona held her close and knew that being here, in this moment, in this space right now was all she needed.

Standing up and taking her daughter’s hand, she looked around, knowing that this street was going to be something she’d soon be surrounded by every day. “Now. Where’s your mom?”

  • Jessick Hater: Rick LOVED Jessie.
  • Me, A Richonne Trash: But.. it was one kiss...in a dank garage...and.. it was after he killed her husband... and... they didn’t even have sex. Right before the kiss the conversation between the two was about a hunch of all the missing people from the group and Jessie says, "tell me there's more," and he kisses her. Right before Rick kisses Lori when they were having a conversation about a hunch to go to the CDC Lori says, "Tell me something with certainty," and Rick replies with, ''I love you.", then Rick and Lori kiss. With Jessie, he goes right for the kiss, he does not say anything. Why didn't he say anything before the kiss? Gee, I wonder why. He liked the idea of going back to normalcy when he arrived in Alexandria. He was completely lost, and Jessie didn’t really help with that. And when he saw her die, it was closure in a way. He never got to get closure with Lori, he never saw her die, he never got the satisfaction of being able to say, “I did everything I could to keep her alive.” Whereas, with Jessie he tried. He didn’t want her to die, but she did. She was like the ghost of Lori, except a blonde one. She literally wore flannel. Y’know who would wear flannel all the time? Lori. She reminded him of Lori. There are way too many parallels between Lori and Jessie that it's too obvious. She might as well had ‘LORI’ written across her forehead, and when he saw Pete put his hand on the small of Jessie’s back he instantly thought of Shane. He would constantly fear back then that Shane would take away his family from him. "What do you want my children to call you, daddy is that it?" "I'm better for Lori, than you, man!" So, he rests his hand on his gun in his holster. Who aimed a gun at him? Shane. Who basically was going to kill him over Lori? Shane. This also happened before he KNEW that Jessie was being abused by Pete. The Shane and Lori thing was never resolved for Rick, and honestly if it didn’t get resolved soon it was going to take over him forever. He brought in all of his inner demons and trauma into Alexandria, and how the hell was he going to move on from it? By projecting Lori into Jessie. He wanted to make sure that she didn’t die, because he feels like he failed Lori by not keeping her alive. “I don’t want you to die.” He says to Jessie, as in, he doesn’t want Lori to die within him just yet. He’s not ready to let go of that part of his life. He still misses Lori, and Alexandria reminds him of her of their old life.<p><b></b> “Lori would’ve liked this place.” he says to Daryl on the porch of their new home. Rick wasn’t ready for Michonne, and neither was Michonne for Rick. She had her own figuring out to do. “What do you want?” A dying Deanna says. “I want this place to work.” “No, what do you want for you?” Michonne has always been focused on protecting people, and moving along to avoid the thoughts of Andre, and her old life. She kept moving to keep her mind off of it. She was afraid to be with someone else so intimately, and open herself up to another man. But who is the perfect man for her to do that? Rick. She opened up to Andrea, to Carl a lot about her old life, and Rick. They brought her back. Michonne brought back Rick by being the best thing for him in his life. She was always there, and he was always there for her. They both just needed to figure out there own trauma. And I think that’s so rad, because as it showed with the Jessie thing..( I wouldn’t even call it a relationship, it wasn’t a fling either, more of a blip, it was not meant to be. just like if lori would have lived, after he already killed Shane, it still would not of worked. Why? Because he killed Shane who was practically his brother.) that the Rick full of loss and full with trauma couldn’t work with anyone, let alone with Michonne. And honestly, Michonne does not deserve that. Without Jessie, and Jessie dying it would’ve taken much longer for Rick to process that trauma, and move on from it into the new world. The new world needs Rick Grimes. And the flashes of Jessie when he sees her dying? It's like Lori dying all over again. "No, No, No". You know what Rick says back at the prison when he finds out Lori is dead? "No, no, no". Except this time he isn't crying, or falling to the ground having a breakdown.. He has to be there for Carl his son. He has to let go of Lori, and he has to hold on to the new world. He has to show the new world to Carl. He can't be stuck in time. He's gotta move on. ''I'm a struggling man, and I've gotta move on'' Beth sings. "I couldn't put it back together," He says to a hallucinated Lori on the phone. The normal Jessie flashes it's Lori alive, the blood Jessie is Lori, and when he has to cut Jessie's arm off.. he's cutting off his old life, he's literally cutting off the guilt and shame he feels for not keeping Lori alive. He's cutting off his old life finally, and moving on with the new. At the beginning of the Richonne episode he's cutting a hole for his belt for it to fit. He doesn't put on his wedding ring. He's making a new life, a new world for Carl, Judith, and himself, and of course his love, Michonne. Rick Loved Jessie? Nah, just projection man. Rick is in love with Michonne, and Michonne is in love with Rick. They are meant to be, they always have been. Richonne found eachother in all of this. "Finding her in all of this was everything." David says to Michonne. Richonne is canon, now. Bye

The rightful One and the girl with the violet eyes.
The One, who walks through fire and does not burn.
The girl, born of the twelve.
Their fates mapped together become the fate of the Circle.
Through their union, the birthright of the Diadochi is uncovered.
The riches of Iskander, the power of Zeus, the means to vanquish the greatest enemies.
The One, when it is his, becomes invincible.

The Way Back Home

The Way Back Home
A little Alice/Ian ficlet that evolves into a Remi/Roman ficlet and finally into a Jane/Roman ficlet.

She took her brother’s hand in hers and held on to it tightly; almost too tightly. She knew quite well that she could be hurting him, feeling his boney knuckles under her fingertips, but she did not loosen her grip. She had heard enough stories about siblings being separated in places like these, and she was not going to lose him. She looked at him, blond hair and pale face, looking back at her, panic in his eyes. “It’s ok, Ian,” she told him, “it’s going to be ok.” She gave him a confident smile and pulled him along with her as she waled faster. She kept a brave face, not wanting him to know that she was probably as scared as he was.

The sun was quickly setting, darkness falling down around them, and they hadn’t said a word in almost ten minutes. She still held his hand tightly, sitting on the dirty plastic chairs, watching strangers go back and forth. “Alice?” Ian said, his voice trembling, “what if no one comes for us?”

She turned to him, still trying to wear a confident smile as she spoke, “of course they will! Why wouldn’t they find us?”

“It’s a big place… and there are a lot of people here,” he mumbled, his chin trembling.

Alice squeezed his hand and smiled again. “Mom and Dad said that if we got separated to come and wait for them here,” she reassured him, “they are going to be here any moment to get us.”

“And then we’ll go home?” He asked her.

She nodded, “yes.”

Ian squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head slightly, trying to drown out the noises around him. “I don’t want to come to the fair ever again. I hate it here,” he said.

Alice chuckled slightly, “ok, we will tell mom and dad never to bring us o the fair again.”

“I don’t like getting lost,” he said.

“I know,” Alice agreed, “I don’t like being lost either. But if we stick together, we’ll always find our way back home.”

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Can you do another Jerome and y/n is harley Quinn


can you do a jerome valeska one where you and one of your friends were on the school bus where the maniax held hostage (but the both of you aren’t cheerleaders) and when your friend starts having a panic attack you tried your best to calm her down and keep her quiet but she ended up getting shot and you being traumatized. but cute ending? thankieee

Warnings: blood



Y/N was sitting at the back of the school bus when her friend nudged her arm.

“I’m not going to be able to stand being on this much longer.” Pam says through gritted teeth, Y/N laughs looking at the blonde hair of a cheerleader. A lot of people mistake Y/N and Sam for cheerleaders since they travel with them but they are only the people who make sure everything is going perfect. Y/N and Sam actually don’t like them at all, they only care about the football players and idiotic chants, which they are doing right now.

“Why are they always chanting ‘We are number one, we are number whatever.’” Sam mocks.

“It’s because they are too incompetent to actually remember something useful.” Y/N says jokingly with a hint of seriousness.

“Excuse me!” A cheerleader turns to face them anger written acrossed her face.

“I am not incompletent!” The cheerleader chides.

“Incompetent.” Sam coughs, the cheerleader soon takes one of Y/N’s pigtails in her fist.

“Listen here bubblegum.” The cheerleader says referencing to Y/N’s pink tipped hair.

“I am better than yo-” She was thrown back when the bus came to a sudden stop. A man with fiery red hair stepped onto the bus holding a gun, Y/N could hear Sam’s breathing speed up.  The man started talking but Y/N was too focused on trying to calm Sam down as she was having a panic attack.

“It’s okay, shh breath in and out.” Y/N repeated as the man started putting handcuffs on everyone.

“Excuse me, yeah sorry to interrupt but ah I need your hands.” He says. Y/N looks up at him, her pink and blue pigtails falling away from her face.

“Well aren’t you a looker.” The man says with a wicked smile, Y/N looked back at Sam as tears were still running down her friends face.

“You know if you don’t give me your hands I’m gonna have to make you.” He threatens, Y/N grabs Sam’s hands trying to push them towards the man but she refused.

“Sam give him your hands it’s the only way we’ll survive.” Y/N said sternly but Sam still refused.

“Sam, hands. Now” Y/N demanded.

“No no no we’re gonna die!” Sam sobbed.

“Correction you’re gonna die.” The man said.

“NO!” Y/N screamed but she was too late, her best friend’s blood splattered acrossed her face and hair. The man started laughing then grabbed Y/N’s arm.

“I like you, you’re… dramatic, I like it so, you’re coming with me.” He says pulling her up. Y/N was in to much of a daze to realize she was already outside and about to witness at least a dozen murders, but it doesn’t happen and the GCPD showed up. The man grabbed her pulling her behind him. Wait is he trying to protect me? Y/N asked herself, before she was thrown over the maniacs shoulder and set in a gas truck.

“Sorry 'bout your friend sweetcheeks but it’ll get better trust me.” He sits down next to her.

“Can you at least tell me your name?” Y/N asks.

“It’s Jerome.” He answers kissing her nose before he tells a man with curly hair to step on it.


So along time ago I posted this photo (on the right) that clearly hinted to Spencer having a twin. Going back to the story that Ali told about the two twins I noticed from someone else’s photo that the dolls she is playing with has two brunettes appearing to possibly be twins and a blonde perhaps Cece. But I also noticed the outfit one twin doll is wearing is identical to the outfit Spencer has on in my photo I posted about her being a twin! Coincidence??? I think it’s too spot on to be a coincidence!

brief update.

if you haven’t noticed, I haven’t blogged about my experiences in a while. 

I have had my downs & I have certainly had my major ups as well. 

but what I realized in the whole process is that I am definitely a diamond.

I’m confident, I am elegant, I am smart, I am mature, I can hold a meaning conversation, I’m tall - black - dark skinned - and basically fucking beautiful.


for the longest time I was told that being the way I looked is not “ideal” and men that are wealthy and white go for tall white blue eyed blondes. WRONG!

but back to my point, I will no longer be going on POT dates. I will no longer go on the “introductory phase” with men. And I will no longer go free styling.  

I refuse to pursue a man and try to impress him when it should be the opposite. I am at a point in my life where I want to get married, fall in love, and marry wealthy. No point in the games. I have enough shoes, enough bags, enough designer items in an expensive high rise in the middle of downtown DC. I could give a flying fuck about another Chanel bag!

so basically, I feel as though I would lower myself wasting precious time with lame men and when the time is right, if it is I’m going to land the whale of my dreams.

in the mean time, im going to worry about me. travel, eat, party, exfoliate my skin, and enjoy my fucking life.