he became everything

punk-rock-kitten  asked:

My bias is Yoongi because even tho he wasn't my first bias as soon as I got to know his personality better I was drawn to him. He looks so handsome and fluffy and his rap is everything! He became my bias when I watched the videos of him preparing things for fans on his birthday and yeah idk he is just so caring and his mixtape is my favourite thing in the world!

I know how it is to change biases, but Yoongi is a great bias to have. He really is thoughtful and not the grumpy grandpa a lot of people think he is~

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Things Matthias deserves

  • love
  • happiness
  • cuddles from Nina
  • appreciation
  • waffles
  • warm sweaters
  • his friends
  • sunshine
  • hugs
  • wolf puppies
  • everything good because Matthias is amazing and deserves great things

Things Matthias doesn’t deserve

  • chapters 38-40 of Crooked Kingdom
  • being called a boring and dislikable character like come on yall
the wardrobe

James: Look at him being all “I’m a cool teacher”. Wanker.

Lily: Shut up you are just jealous.

James: Jealous? Jealous?! He became everything we hated Lils.

Lily: You are as dramatic as Sirius today Jamie.

James: Ooh, the Longbottom kid is first, I bet he is afraid of Augusta, Merlin knows Frankie was.

Lily: Did he just say-

James: Oh yes he did. That bastard bullied that kid so much, he became his biggest fear.

Lily: I- I’m-

James: I’m so excited! He is gonna make Snivellus look like Augusta, I remember that red handbag!

*Wands at the ready, Remus opens the wardrobe Snape walks out*

Lily: *watching warily* He looks so different, like he is taller.

James: It’s because the poor kid is scared of him shitless, Riddikulus Neville come on.

*Riddikulus and Snape is now wearing Augusta’s clothes*

James: *doubles over laughing* Moony– You– legend.

Lily: *tries not to laugh, fails* If Severus hears this–

James: *still laughing* Moony doesn’t give a fuck.

Lily: *grinning* I can see that.

James: Merlin– that hat. It suits him well. *tries to regulate his breath*

Lily: *smiling* That smirk on Harry’s face is all too familiar. 

James: Like father, like son.

*Boggart morphs into a mummy in front of Parvati*

James: That Parvati girl did well! 

Lily: Oh my– Seriously Seamus, a banshee?

James: I mean, kid has a point, that thing is scary.

*Dean walks up to the wardrobe*

Lily: A severed hand, like the one from the Addams Family?

James: From the what?

Lily: Don’t worry about it, Muggle thing. 

James: I know most Muggle things.

Lily: *disappointed* I never had the time to show you this one.

James: *changes the subject* Oh, Ronniekins of course has spiders for Boggarts.

*Harry walks up to the wardrobe, wand at the ready, looking excited*

Lily: It’s Harry’s turn, what if–

James: It wouldn’t assume his form Lils

Lily: But

*Remus throws himself in front of the Boggart*

Lily: Of course, it’s the full moon. 

James: The one thing he is scared of. 

Lily: He probably thought what we thought, still protective of the fawn.

James: Well, of course he is, don’t you remember how scared he was when he first held him?

Lily: *with a smile* Of course, I do

James: Well at least there’s someone who’s looking out for him now.

Lily: Soon, he will have Sirius back, too.

James: If the idiot doesn’t get himself locked up for committing the murder he was locked up for.

Lily: Well, that’s a possibility but Remus is sensible, I trust him.

*cue to the scene where Remus says “together” and Lily just stares at the camera like she’s in the office*

Lily: Have you ever seen a Boggart?

James: Yeah, once when I was 18 and I couldn’t do shit until my mum came and found me.

Lily: What did you see?

James: All of you guys were de-

Lily: *looking away* Oh, I- I see.

James: Those are foul creatures Lils, I’m actually glad Moony stopped Harry from facing his Boggart. 

Lily: Me, too. 

The Profound Bond as Allegory

“I understand. The bird represents God. And coyote is man, endlessly chasing the divine, yet never able to catch him. It’s… It’s hilarious.” —Castiel, Hunteri Heroici, 8x08

For me, a forty-mumblemumble-year-old who has never shipped anything other than packages via FedEx or USPS before, Destiel was initially amusing. Then intriguing. And the more I watched the show, the more I read meta analyses from fans, the more I explored whatever that relationship was through my own writing, something kept eluding me. Something deep. Something profound.

And one day in the shower—because all of my sudden insights take place in the shower, where I have no place to record them—I finally caught up to the idea that had been teasing at the edges of my mind for months. Yes, one can view Supernatural as an urban-fantasy-adventure-horror story. One can view it as a love story. And it also works really well as an allegory.

There’s a reason why, in Jewish tradition, Shir Hashirim—Song of Songs—is the biblical book considered to be an allegorical expression of the love between God and the Jewish people. It’s also essentially biblical porn. When we’re integrated with our human physical selves, experiencing the world through physical senses, sexuality is one of the most powerful ways to give and receive feelings of love and connection that transcend words.

On the surface, the very physical surface, Destiel is about two really hot guys who can’t quite figure out how to tell each other that they love each other—that they’re in love with each other. Dig a little deeper, and it’s about a man (especially in Season four) who sees himself as a fuckup (he did start the apocalypse, after all), who can only make a difference through hunting, and is completely undeserving of the attention of an angel, who in turn sees himself as trying but always failing, yet dedicated to proving his own worth to the man who represents everything beautiful about humanity, and everything heaven is missing.

But underneath that there’s something more.

Dean is human. He operates on the limited information available at the time, with limited resources, and limited energy. He tries. Sometimes he’s successful. Sometimes he fails. And with one notable exception, his moral compass is true. He redeems himself by saving others. He tries to prove his worth, tries to prove that it wasn’t a mistake for him to be on the planet, by saving others. He gives with everything he has, even if that’s not enough.

The one notable exception to his moral compass is what happened in hell. That he broke under torture. That he became that which he despised. That he became everything he’d ever fought against. It’s the one thing for which he can never forgive himself, the one thing for which he can never allow anyone else to forgive him.

Castiel is an angel. Timeless, powerful (for a while anyway), unknowable in his complexity. He operates—at first—on orders, without question. And when he does finally question, he sees that Dean’s moral compass is truer than that of the angels in charge. He sees that Dean—humanity, doing the right thing, making a positive difference in someone’s life—is worth learning from, worth fighting for, worth venerating.

Castiel has seen Dean at his very worst, seen Dean torturing others and enjoying it, seen Dean’s self-hatred that grew out of it. And still, Castiel helps, follows, saves, loves. Everything he does, no matter how badly it turns out, is for Dean.

Castiel is unconditional love.

He might get angry. He might disagree. But he will never stop loving Dean. He will never stop seeing the brightness in Dean’s soul, Dean’s beauty, Dean’s goodness.

How many of us yearn for that?

That no matter how many mistakes we make, how many bad decisions, how many times we strike out, how little we think we’ve accomplished, someone or something always sees our innate goodness, the beauty that is our essence, the brightness with which we shine.

We spend so much of our lives certain that we’re not enough: not beautiful enough, not thin enough, not muscular enough, not tall enough, not wealthy enough, not in a good enough job, not lovable enough, not smart enough, not educated enough, not a good enough child / sibling / parent / friend / employee / employer. What would it mean to hear someone say that none of that matters? That you are a beautiful, bright, shining soul and nothing could ever tarnish your worth.

Because you are, and nothing can. And no matter how much you think you’ve failed, you are loved.

tbh I’m starting to get sorta iffy about Allura piloting a lion because it seems like Shiro’s gonna come back and pilot again and like I feel like I’d be more pissed if they put Allura in a lion and then took her out?? I think I’d rather the castle get an update via Slav and Allura get a bunch of cool magical weapons and kick ass and run the alliance and be the commander without being in a lion instead of having her pilot and then taking it away when Shiro comes back

Why hello there Mr. Mystery <3

It is January and you are saying goodbye to something even though you love it. Knowing it’s for the best doesn’t make it any easier. You have been looking backwards for too long and so you’re trying something new.
It is February and you take a trip for no reason other than the fact that it feels good to drink with your friends and laugh around a fire. It’s Valentine’s Day and the man you love makes chocolate-covered strawberries and lights candles and opens wine and you laugh because you never knew life could be this good.
It is March and the rejection letters are piling up on your nightstand. In your mind, each one says: give up. You consider it while getting blind drunk and throwing up on the side of the street.
It is April and you go to a concert just to feel young. You fall asleep in the back of your car with the seats pulled down and wake up with the sun. You hold hands with the person you love and wish you could go back to the year before, if only to tell yourself to hold on.
It is May and it is your birthday and it is time to take a road trip to Los Angeles to drop your boyfriend off for the whole summer. The first night, you eat Chinese food and drink wine with your sister and brother-in-law and feel so grown up in the candlelight with this perfect person you love by your side. The day you leave and he stays, you cry in the airport and fall asleep the second get on the plane.
It is June and you get a new job which involves the emergency room and 12-hour shifts. On your first day, you see a woman die. She has the same birthday as your mother and something about that leaves you crying in the bathroom.
It is July and you are sick. There are always painkillers in your pockets and you’re ashamed and a little scared of how often you have to swallow them just to look your day in the eye but you’re sick of things getting in your way, even if it’s your own body so you keep going.
It is August and you go back to Los Angeles to bring your boyfriend home. You take a trip down the coast and watch him try to fish in the afternoon sun. Two little kids help him bait his line and you all laugh. You hold hands the whole drive home.
It is September and you’re getting sicker but you don’t want to talk about it. The constant fight with your body has you tired in a way you didn’t know you could be. Instead of thinking about it, you write a new book and pour everything you know into it. When you’re finished, you think it’s beautiful.
It is October and you’re spending most of your time convincing yourself not to give up. You’re angry and sad and you don’t know where that leaves you. You’re scared of the old version of yourself that was this angry. You’re scared you’re going to become her again.
It is November and the old love who smashed your heart apart comes back. When you see his name flash on your phone screen, you have a visceral reaction and have to pull over on the side of the road to scream. He says he’s sorry and you cry. He says you became everything he knew you would and you cry. He says things shouldn’t have been that way and you cry. Two days later, you gather your courage and block his number again. It feels more like relief than you thought it would.
It is December and a surgeon is taking a scalpel to your neck. You’re trying to be brave because they say it’ll give you your life back and these days, that’s all you want so you make jokes with your siblings and cry in your mother’s lap and then you breathe in the anesthesia and wake up with a piece of your body missing. You run your fingers over the scar and smile. Now it is time to heal, any way you know how.
—  Fortesa Latifi - 2015
Ungrateful Part. 2

Requested: No

Summary: Peter Parker found his soulmate in kindergarten, and started dating them at age 11, but he still can’t seem to shake his feelings for a certain Gwen Stacy.

Word Count: 1,826

Part 1 

Part 2 

Part 3

A/N: I really hope you guys like this, and I worked hard on it! Im going to dedicate this to @sailorkeann , she wasn’t feeling well last time I talked to her, so I really hope she’s feeling better! 

(Im working on the Damian fic for u don’t worry)

Also I plan to make an epilouge where the reader and Peter meet when they’re older, so stay tuned!

Y/F/N = Your Father’s Name

Y/M/N = Your Mother’s Name

F/BB/M = Famous Boy Band Member 


Y/N was a total wreck. They trusted Peter with all of their heart, and thought he did too. Apparently, they were wrong. 

Sobbing loudly, running through their house to their room, their parents nearly had a panic attack. They followed Y/N into their bedroom, and once they heard what had happened they instantly became more sympathetic. While their mother went to the store to get them snacks, junk food, and anything else they would need during their mourning period. Their father made their bed with the warmest blankets and comfiest pillows as Y/N was taking a shower. 

It was sad for the next few weeks in the Y/L/N household. But Y/N’s parents stayed supportive and let them stay on the couch, even though it was spring break, and in any other situation they would have told Y/N to go out and do something

But, this isn’t any other situation. 

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a typical meeting (for a rebel that is)

aka First Time Cassian and Reader met

Originally posted by oscaricaas

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Cassian x Reader

Words: 1483

Series Summary: Cassian and Reader Firsts – from first meeting, to first kiss, first fight, first pet, first “I love you”, all the way to to their (first) last breaths (maybe…that might be too depressing)

Time Cassian and Reader have known each other: A week by the end

Prompt: Anonymous- “firsts” for cassian x reader please?!? (like first date, first kiss, first fight etc) :-))

Chapter: 1/20

Author’s notes: Hey guys! I got a prompt to do a Cassian x Reader Firsts Headcanon, but it kinda blew up and became 7 pages long so I decided to make it a series of chapters instead of headcanons. Each chapter will be about a particular first for Cassian and Reader. It will go in order instead of jumping around in time! 


“Your mission is to find Cassian Andor. Last known location, Coruscant.”

You had been in the rebellion since you were 10 years old. The rebellion trained you quickly and at 11 you were off on missions by yourself. Your job was to find people. You were a bounty hunter of sorts. The rebellion would send you to hunt down missing or stranded rebels all over the galaxy. Your supervisors said you had a “young and trusting” face that would be able to do the work that the well-seasoned rebels couldn’t. They stood out where you could blend in.

Even though you worked in the same area as Cassian, you had never met him. Not many people knew what your job was and you were off world so often that you barely met your fellow rebels. However, over the years you heard bits and pieces about Cassian. The rebels you rescued rewarded you with stories of their travels and you’d pieced together what you could about the most popular rebels, Cassian included.

From what you had heard, Cassian was the best spy the rebellion had. The years passed and you rescued rebel after rebel, but none of them stuck around long enough to become a friend after you returned them to the base. You lived your life alone, giving yourself fully to the rebellion and you didn’t expect that to change. It wasn’t until years later, when you finally met Cassian that everything you thought you knew was turned upside down. 

You were sent after Cassian Andor after he had been stranded on a mission on Coruscant. He had been there gathering intel, when he became trapped under fire. Without a second thought, he sent his droid Kay, back to Yavin 4 with the information he gathered, leaving himself stranded. You were sent to retrieve him. And retrieve him you did.

After arriving on Coruscant and scouring the area for information about a rebel spy you were able to scrounge up enough information to begin your search. It took you a few days but you were finally about to locate him. Some low level dealer was holding him, waiting to auction him off in the planet wide auction in a few days. After “asking” around the local market and “borrowing” a few weapons from a stall you went into the dealers den guns blazing.

“Cassian Andor! Where is he?” You calming stated, pointing your gun at the only man in the room.

Not even missing a beat, the man, without even looking up, pointed to the back room.

Your brows shot to the air, but you held your composure and made your way through the messy room to the door in the back. There you found Cassian Andor tied to a drainpipe.

“Who the fuck are you?” He snarled up at you.

You smirked down at him, twirling your gun, “I’m here to rescue you, Princess.”

“I’m doing just fine as is, fierabrás,” he scoffed.

Ignoring his words, you leaned down to cut through his handcuffs, but he pulled away. 

“Let. Me. Do. My. Job.” You said through gritted teeth.

He opened his mouth, but before he could say another word, you drove your stolen gun into his head and he dropped to the ground. You sighed before groaning with the realization that you would now have to carry him all the way back to your ship.

After cutting through his handcuffs, you pulled him up and hoisted him up onto your shoulder. You fell slightly into the wall before you regained your balance and began your trek back out into the market. The second you opened the door to the main room three men came running into the building.

Without even flinching you opened fired and dropped all three of them within seconds. You turned your gaze to the man who had pointed out Cassian in the first place. He looked at you, at your gun, and then went back to reading. You shrugged your shoulders and left to return to your ship.

Thankfully you didn’t run into any more trouble on the way back to your ship. Once you reached it, you hurried inside, dropping Cassian unceremoniously on the floor and quickly took off headed to Yavin 4.

You set course, turned on the autopilot, and settled down with a sigh in the back of the ship with some food and began to write up your mission report. It wasn’t until about an hour later that you began hearing groaning from where you had dropped your new buddy, Cassian.

You had to give him credit, because within a minute he was on his feet and taking in his surroundings. He seemed to quickly register that he was in an unmarked ship, meaning he couldn’t receive any answers from his surroundings. He then turned his gaze to you.

His mouth opened, but before he could get a word out, you put up your finger, silently telling him to wait. You finished the sentence in the brief you were writing and looked up at him. Cassian drew in a breath, but once again you interrupted.

“I’m Y/N. I work for the Rebellion. Mon Mothma sent me to retrieve you when Kay returned back to base without you. 

You heard him sigh and fall back against the side of the ship, sliding down to sit restlessly on the ground a few feet from you.

“Y/N. I know you. Mon talks about you a lot. You’re the bounty hunter who finds stranded rebels?”

“Present and accounted for.”

“How do I not recognize you?” You look up and see him scrutinizing you.

You chuckled, “Because that’s how the rebellion wants to keep it.”

“They told you that?” He probed.

You took a deep breath and looked down at your data pad, “Not in as many words. But they definitely don’t want my face known. Makes it easier to not get caught as a rebel. Though, it could also be that most of my time is spent away from the base. You’d be surprised how many rebels go missing.”

“That must be lonely.”

You look up at him startled as no one you had ever rescued had ever taken an interest in your life, “I’ve been alone most my life. Doesn’t make a difference to me. The rebellion has been all I’ve known since I was 10.”

He looked surprised. “Since you were 10? What about your family?”

Your shoulders stiffened and you could see him flinch out of the corner of your eye. He began to speak, probably to apologize when you abruptly look up straight into his eyes, “I’ve been on my own for longer than I can remember. Even before I joined the rebellion I barely had any family. I don’t remember what it was even like before this life.”

He grimaced as your once bright eyes began to darken as bad memories were pulled to the surface. Your eyes glazed over as you turned to stare at the wall opposite you, your body feeling heavy as the painful flashes you had pushed so far into the crevices of your mind came flying out.

Cassian was quiet for a few minutes before moving closer to you. He gently took the data pad out of your hands and you shook your head trying to focus on something else. 

Cassian began to speak, softly and slowly about how he joined the rebellion at just 6 years old. He took you through losing his family, his home, his pet, his possessions. How the rebellion had given him a family, only to take it away yet again. After losing his partner he swore that he would never get close to anybody again. And so the rebellion became everything he knew. 

As he continued speaking, you began to relax in his presence. Everything he spoke of was something you had experienced yourself. How you had both lost your family. How you both barely remembered anything from before the rebellion, but what little you did remember was desperately clung to. The way you distanced yourself from others to avoid making connections you would ultimately lose in the fight. Or the way that you followed orders, because they had been drilled in your head at such a young age.

It took a week to get back to Yavin 4. By that time you felt that Cassian knew you better than anybody ever had, even your family. He was easy to talk to and you felt safe telling him your secrets, because he had the same secrets. He listened without judging and offered support without forcing it on you.

You didn’t know how different everything would be after this.

This mission started out as just any other, but something had changed. You weren’t ready to admit it to yourself, but Cassian had become your family and would change everything you thought you knew.


Next up: I never knew what I was missing (from a friend like you) aka First time you realized you had a best friend

PART 2

Crossing another thing off of my list.
Enjoy some joker dad headcanons.

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Joker dad headcanons (ledger):

-In all honesty this child wasn’t planned.

-Like you guys never had the idea of having children.

-When he finds out about the pregnancy he’s so mad at himself. Always thinking about how reckless he was, how stupid he was to let this happen.

-When he finally accepts it, which takes him a while to, he’s less bitter around you.

-Opens up more than he has, but still super strict and harsh around his goons.

-It’s like someone flicked the reality switch on and opened his eyes.

-If he wasn’t somewhat protective before, he’s even more so now. Like you can’t even breathe without him right there.

-He keeps you close to him at all times, unless he’s out destroying Gotham, then he keeps you home locked in a room like its Fort Knox.

-Likes running his hand along your belly and feel how much you’ve grown. He feels like everything became real to him when he does. Makes him feel a little less crazy.

-Always sleeps with you closes to the wall and furthest from the door. He’s not risking your safety if his place gets raided. You’re now his #1 priority.

-The more your stomach swells the more anxious he gets. And the more anxious he gets, the more he wants to kill. Right now he’s gone through 3 of his men because he can’t handle his emotions.

-Like be prepared to be constantly on the move, he’s not willing to risk anything.

-He’s probably kidnapped a doctor to make sure you’re always taken care of.

-When the due date gets close, he’s scared even if he doesn’t show it. He knows that there’s a possibility you may not make it through the birthing process, and he’s not willing to lose something he’s opened up to yet.

-When you finally give birth, he’s super elated to actually see the child you’ve brought into the world, not just any child, his heir to the throne.

-This child will be taught how to run his type of business. It’s probably going to be the only world they know.

-When they get old enough, he’ll teach them how to properly kill someone, how to properly shoot a gun and how to rob a bank without getting caught.

-Even if it’s against your will, he takes the child on his lower end of the tier heists, just so they get the feel of it.

-Tbh even though he didn’t like the thought of a child in the first place, it’s made him feel whole again.

-This child will be treated so well, they’ll have a life the joker would’ve dreamed of having.

-Though he’s not stable, he tries so damn hard to keep it away from his kid. He’s seen it when he was younger, so why should his kid have to.

-Still treats you like a queen.

Chambermaid: Taehyung (Royalty Series Part 2 of 7) [M]

Originally posted by kths

CONCUBINE | CHAMBERMAID | EUNUCH | ARRANGED | COMMONER | KNIGHT | ADVISER

Warnings: Smut. Long ass backstory. Sweet Talk. Prince Taehyung. Also. Virgin Taehyung. Sorry for any errors with spelling punctuation all of that i had to write this on my phone fam.

CHAMBERMAID: Taehyung


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Convos with my family #26
  • *Finished making the dessert and has leftover whipped cream in a container*
  • Mom: Bring the whipped cream over with a spoon so I can make sure you made it right.
  • Me: *Does what she says*
  • Mom: *Eats spoonful*
  • Mom: Yep, that's pretty good. *takes another spoonful*
  • Me: NONONONONO. *Snatches whipped cream out of her hands*
  • Mom: What the hell?? *laughs*
  • Me: NO. You're not going to eat the whipped cream straight from the container!
  • Mom: Yeah, whatever! *pouts*
IronHawk (Three)

Welcome back to IronHawk!
This is a long chapter and ugh Tony is sad :( but everyone tries to be there for him. Also, poor Clint, and Banner is a good bro.

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“So doc, what’s the verdict? Can I go back on my pills yet?”

Tony sat in his doctor’s office, ankle crossed over knee, fingers tapping anxiously. The last few weeks had been… trying. It seemed like every day he became more sensitive to everything. Smells that never bothered him now made him sneeze. Certain fabrics irritated his skin. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept more than an hour or two, because his bed felt big and empty and foreign.
And he was overly…aware. Of everything.

The way Natasha smelled of satisfaction and pride after a night with Pepper sent longing zinging through his body. The way the Witch’s hips moved as she tried to catch Bruce’s attention made him want to do the same to-NOPE don’t think that. Even the way the Captain couldn’t quite stop the red in his eyes after a battle made Tony ache for the presence of an Alpha.

And that was the whole issue. While on suppressants, everything had been muted, even if he hadn’t realized it. The dynamics between any couple, much less alpha/omega pairs had been something he couldn’t care less about. But now it was all he could think about.

And Clint had persisted in basically ignoring Tony. Their easy, teasing friendship from before had disappeared since Tony’s-let’s just call it an incident. Since the incident-  and it didn’t help that Tony was feeling like he was hard wired to Clint’s presence.

Every time the archer entered a room, Tony wanted to sit up, straighten his clothes, bare his neck. And Hawkeye had ignored it all. To the point where other people were starting to notice. Natasha had asked twice if everything was okay between them, and so had Steve. Hawkeye had simply shrugged and ignored the questions.

Tony wanted to cry every time.

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