her best yet

anonymous asked:

I've been thinking so much about why I feel the way I feel, and if it was appropriate, or not... Gillian means the world to all of us, because she's unique and beautiful and perfect in every possible way, and she also isn't. We all want the best for her, yet we all don't know what's the best for her. Maybe it is PM, maybe it would be DD. We can only judge by what we see without more information, the expression on her face, and that scares me when she's around PM. Isn't that a legit feeling?

Yeah, I think it’s legit. Her relationship with someone else than David would be easier to accept if 1 - the guy appeared to be nice and sweet and caring and loving, 2 - if she looked madly in love and happy around him. None of that is happening. Never. So yes, we want the best for her, and yes we legit think he isn’t the best for her. Hopefully, she sees something in him that we don’t but still I will always wonder why she looks so happy every time she’s around David and so bored and unhappy when she’s around PM. 

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Coming out is scary just like battling You Know Who. But once you’ve done it, you can say you’ve faced Voldemort.


I’m hella potterhead since I was five years old so I chose Harry Potter to help me say that I’m hella gay too.
(idea) (her/she)

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Who can say what the heart wants? (inspired by @gentlesleaze​)

 phasma literally fuckign said that finn was GENERAL MATERIAL. he was one of her BEST and yet y’all dumbasses are still out here thinking finn is so incompetent that he doesn’t know relationships or the word for kissing or how to even wipe his own fucking ass without poe or rey to do it for him. y’all thinking he’s some helpless child when he is fucking anything but!!!

‘vastly less adult experience’ y’all can go to hell.

anonymous asked:

Hey again (same person from before heh) your explanation was way longer and in such greater detail than I expected, and I deeply thank you for that! Now I am a true believer of JasPearl-also whenever I type JasPearl it autocorrects it to JASPEARL but I've never typed JasPearl in all caps and ye end of story

aaaahh gosh of course!!! sdfkljdslf im really happy you (and others too!) appreciate it ;;; i have a million other little theories too but it was so long already i had to cut it somewhere LOL

also totally the reason your phone is using caps is because JASPEARL NEEDS TO BE LOUD!!! BC JASPER IS ALWAYS LOUD WHEN ITS ABOUT PEARL! 

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simon + needing space away from clary (aka clary approaching simon when he clearly doesn't want her to multiple times)

bonus:

I’m so glad that CR’s three best villains are all intelligent ladies with world-shattering powers and deep ties to the main cast and who just won’t mcfuckin die.

anonymous asked:

hey there, how do you usually decide when pitcher plants need to be watered? I had some purple pitcher plants while I was at school, but they ended up turning brown and dying, even though I kept them pretty moist and gave them a couple ants every so often. I don't really understand what I did, but it was the first pitcher plant i had ever kept. also, is there a beginner species you recommend??

the pitcher plant you had was probably sarracenia purpurea (variety venosa), a popular and easy american pitcher plant species!! these plants are native to california, and die back during the winter (or at least slow down their growth significantly)!  (x)

a super easy carni species that i always recommend is Nepenthes × ventrata, a popular and easy asian pitcher plant species that’s most popular for it’s hybrid vigor which allows it to be sold in garden centers to be grown as a houseplant. this is an asian pitcher plant, which is tropical and grows year round. it’s also VERY hardy and will take 90% of your rookie mistakes (believe me mine is like, 3 years old now and has taken soooo much i feel so bad). (x)

Big day for PST! One of our organizers received this letter from the MLB today!

Someone is seeing our letters and postcards. The biggest someone in Major League Baseball is seeing our letters and postcards. 

 Keep. Writing. 

 Your voice matters.  

 You’re making a difference.

"I'm not your blind date but you came over and I was eating alone so I went with it and now you're calling me by a different name" AU

I found this prompt on a Tumblr blog but I accidentally deleted the post and now I can’t find the prompt anymore

Lena was sitting alone. She twirled the neck of the wine glass in her left hand, her phone in her right as she responded to work emails. Jess kicked her out of the office almost an hour ago, going on about how she shouldn’t be working on her birthday and she deserved one day off for herself. Problem is Lena always had days to herself. Her days were always “her” days if she didn’t have anyone to share them with. She looked down at the red rose on the table before her, Jess’ gift to her, and let herself smile slightly. Jess was a good assistant, she meant well, and she seemed to care when no one else did.

So that’s why she listened and came here to this restaurant when she really wanted to finish responding to her emails and get a head start on tomorrow’s project. The place wasn’t the fanciest she’s been, but she wasn’t about to go to one of the high-class places she frequented when she didn’t have a date. It was nice enough: low lighting, decent wine selection, and she got a small booth in the back so no one would bother her. Her plan was to come out, grab a quick bite, and then finish work at home.

She was so focused on her phone that she hadn’t noticed the woman walk up to her booth. There was a small tap on her shoulder then, and she was slightly annoyed that anyone would interrupt her when she purposely picked this booth to avoid being bothered. She turned to look up quickly, an annoyed “Can I help you?” on the tip of her tongue, when she came face-to-face with a literal angel, the words dying before they formed. Her jaw went slack as she took in the stunning being before her.

The woman had the bluest eyes Lena had ever seen, even under the minimal lighting of the place and the black rimmed glasses she wore. Her hair fell in soft golden waves, across the shoulders of her beige jacket and blue top. She had a pair of black pants that hugged her hips and a nice pair of boots to match. She looked dressed up, yet still casual, and it suddenly made Lena feel self-conscious about the tight fitting black dress and tight ponytail she wore.

“It was supposed to be yellow,” the woman said, pointing at the flower on the table.

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