her ear anyway

And she’s everything you wouldn’t want in a girl. She’s smart, and she can barely finish a book because she’s already planned on what book she wants to read next so she starts to read that book and forgets to finish the other. She’s crazy passionate about the earth and the well being of animals. My god does she love animals. She talks to them as if they could talk back. She cares about people even if they turn her a cold shoulder. She is all for the people and thinks that women should be treated with the same respect as what a man gets. She loves to talk about anything and everything. She’ll tell you about the stars and everything you need to know about dogs and horses. She’s the kind of girl you wouldn’t want. Not because she’s ugly because my god she is beautiful. And not just her physical appearance but her soul. It’s the purest and most raw and magical thing you’ll ever see. She’s the kind of girl you don’t want to touch in a physical way or emotional way. Not because she can’t handle it, because she can. She’s the closest thing you ever get to magic, I mean if you believe in that kind of crap. I sure didn’t until I met her in the coffee shop on 11th street. She was wearing all black and she had the most beautiful brown hair that would fall perfectly in front of her face even when she did pull it behind her ear. Anyways I didn’t touch her in anyway. I just admired her from the other side of the coffee shop. I guess I was a little afraid because I could already feel her existence was something that shouldn’t be messed with and I didn’t wanna screw her up. But I did. Her brown doe eyes locked on with mine and it felt like magic. Again not that I believe in it in that moment. The point is she’s not the kind of girl you want because she’s everything you could ever want in a “perfect girl” if there’s such a thing. She’s not the kind of girl you want because when you touch her for the first time it feels like snow falling and everything in between love. She’s not the kind of girl you want because when you break her heart you’ll see she won’t be the same. She won’t sing in the shower and she won’t radiate warmth from her smile when she looks at you. Like I said she’s magic and everything in between love and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t love her knowing I had all the power in the world to destroy her. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t love her because she’s not the kind of girl who you just fall in love with. No, she’s the kind of girl who you fall in love with because she makes you see that everyone is equal and that animals do have feelings. She’s the kind of girl you fall in love with because you love the way she gets along with your mother and your father adores her. She’s the kind of girl who makes you believe in magic. She’s the kind of girl who makes you see that you have all the power in the world to do whatever you want if you believe and try hard enough. She’s the kind of girl who could be broken so easily if you hit the right spots and when you do.. when you do break her heart it leaves you feeling every bad word in the dictionary. It leaves you with a bitter taste every time you try and talk about her. It leaves you with nothing but a haunting memory of girl who cares more about everyone and everything because no one cared about her. She is not the kind of girl you wanna fall in love with because when you break her heart you’ll never be able to rid the taste of her strawberry lips from yours. You won’t be able to enjoy summer because it will remind you of the time you both sat under a big oak tree near a pond while she read books to you. Shes not the kind of girl you want because when you both part ways and head back home to the grey sheets of your bed it will flash you back to the time you first saw her naked and how you were so scared to touch something so raw and beautiful. She’s not the girl you want to fall in love with because you won’t be able to sleep at night when you part ways because you’re so busy wondering if she is loving someone else. So you see, she is not the kind of girl you want because she is just to damn magical to be real. Or maybe she is and you shouldn’t take my advice and tell me to go to hell but then again you’ll feel like hell when she cries for the first time because of you. So maybe she is the kind of girl you want but maybe she isn’t. Not because she doesn’t deserve love but because she deserves to be loved right, as if there’s a right way to love. My point is she’s herself and in this lifetime? That is something extraordinary and something that extraordinary deserves to be left wild.
—  Leave her wild// Deeply Feeling Series

smily90  asked:

While you allow me to ask more =} : ✏Saori (not Athena), please

Because you mention in civilian clothes I thought Saintia Sho and school uniform xD

She’s a cool rich kid, you can’t sit with her… kinda, I don’t remember at this age she was still a bit bratty right? 

anonymous asked:

What if shortly after Kara and Lena were married(or engaged idk), Kara forgets to take off her ring when she flies off as Supergirl and a reporter notices it while she's in battle and it blows up into this whole thing where the media is asking who Supergirl is with.

Whoa! didn’t realize it’s been a month since I updated Eyes Like Kryptonite! I’ve been so busy with work and my other fics! Hope you guys enjoy!

     

“I may have done something.”

Kara’s voice comes over the connection before Lena even has a chance to say ‘Hello’.

She cradles the phone between her ear and shoulder, flipping through the latest financial report from the charity division.

“I see, and what did you do this time? Accidentally eat all the potstickers in National City?”

“Lee, that was on time!”

She can’t help but laugh at Kara’s offended tone, but her fiancee continues.

“It’s uh… it’s a little worse than that?”

“Worse than that? Kara, the potsticker economy was affected for weeks! You practically sent us into a dumpling depression!”

“Lee!” Kara whines, “This is serious.”

Lena sets down her folder and re-grips her phone.

“Sorry, I’m all ears, what’s wrong?”

The door to her office swings open and Kara bursts in, speed walking towards the desk.

“This is not good.”

Lena glances at her phone, confused.

“So why did you call me and not just fly over here?”

Kara’s eyes are wide behind her glasses, and her face is drawn in a way that Lena’s only seen when dangerous villains are involved.

“Because I didn’t think it would be a good idea for Supergirl to be caught visiting the recently engaged Lena Luthor anytime soon.”

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Rosalinda.

Kwami Week Day Two: Chosen(s)

A new problematic fave because of friend and fandom influence how dare you all make me care.

She’s transparent because I’m trying new aesthetics ya feel.

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Artwork ©: alazic02

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l’homme de radio (m)

word count: 11182 we’re sorry but also not

a/n: co-written by my mom best friend @yoongguksx! this was honestly so fun so except more from the yoonmin duo ;)))) we literally finished in less than two days and that HAS to be a record somewhere. let me tell you how many times i got so fucked up i couldn’t type. the next part will be posted on rissa’s blog. anticipate.

|| All she wanted to do was pass her classes, run the morning radio station, and get herself together. She never expected to fall for - not one- but two very different boys; shy sweetheart Park Jimin and the flirty pain-in-the-ass Min Yoongi.

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Scott whispering “I’m here,” to Tessa as he catches her.

As if she needs that affirmation, after seventeen years of trusting him to hold her in all sorts of different positions on the ice; making her feel as if she were flying. But of course he whispers it into her ear anyway–breaking character for that split second–just so that she knows. And he knows that she knows; after seventeen years, he knows that Tessa trusts him unequivocally… but this was also as much for him as for her. Because he dropped her on the ice last time, coming out of a lift. And even though he knows that she never lost her trust in him, never blamed him–he whispers it anyway, almost like a prayer. Because “she doesn’t know that she keeps him alive.”
(feel free to delete the above paragraph when reblogging; I accidentally went on a feels rant while captioning. xx)

I ship Draco and Luna.

Imagine Draco wandering the halls of Hogwarts late night because he can’t sleep and he’d damn well rather be walking than just laying there staring at a blank ceiling with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company. And he runs into Luna, who doesn’t even try to hide the fact that she’s out of bed at night because no one ever really pays her any attention anyway. She’s barefoot and in cute muggle pj’s with candies on them and her hair is up in a messy bun with loose strands falling behind her ears. Anyway, Draco tries to wait behind a statue until she passes, but she stops right in front of the statue and stares at it. Doesn’t say a word. Just admires the beauty etched in stone and the way the moonlight filters through the stained glass window in between puffs of clouds in the night sky to illuminate the figure in front of her. She’d probably take a good five or ten minutes, just staring in silence. Draco would feel his impatience growing but wouldn’t move a muscle because really, who wants to talk to crazy buns staring at a fucking stone statue in the middle of the night? And he really has no room to talk because his ass is stuck behind said statue until she moves. But she doesn’t move, that’s the thing, and it’s driving him fucking nuts waiting for her to walk away. Finally, she turns away, doesn’t walk off, but says in a quiet and humble voice, “You’ll never be able to sleep with all those wrackspurts in your ear, Draco. You should try warm tea.” And walks off, leaving Draco irritated that despite his best efforts to hide, she knew he was there all along. He huffs off back to the dungeons and is so irritated he scoffs her off, but makes hot tea anyway because it’s the middle of the night and he still can’t sleep and now he’s just pissed. But when he sits on common room sofa and drinks his tea, he starts to calm down, the sofa feels warmer and softer, and he scoots further down into it. He’s so preoccupied with loony bits that he’s momentarily forgotten why he was stressed out in the first place. He thinks of just how crazy she might be, and dozes off right in the lounge. When he wakes the next day the first thing he’d see was his empty tea cup, and he’d call it a coincidence but also entertain the idea that maybe, just maybe, there was more to her than meets the eye. he’d silently thank the girl in his head for her advice. And that’s how it’d start.

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Petit papa noël,
Quand tu descendras du ciel,
Avec tes jouets par milliers…

S’il te plaît, ne coupe pas mon oreille

(A little demon cleaning the Virgin Mary statue― I just have no choice but to slack off♪)

“Hey, wait a minute, Ruby, listen to me― just because it’s a big cleanup doesn’t mean you have to put so much effort into it. Couldn’t you pull back just a little? Nobody looks that hard at the Virgin Mary statue in the entrance hall anyway―”
Even if I were to tell her that.
With Ruby struggling wholeheartedly with a cloth― it wouldn’t reach her ears anyway.
Scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub― the sound of Ruby rubbing with her wet cloth echoes through the hall.

A~ah, this won’t do♪
Ruby’s a good girl― but sometimes it wounds me how much interest she takes in anything and everything, you know?
Just because it’s the big cleanup day before winter break.
The little demon Yohane, a fallen angel cast out of hell, cleaning the Virgin Mary statue― what kind of joke is this?
(Chuckle) That sort of thing, on the name of little demon Yohane, with the worst luck in the world― no, with strong bad luck!!
There’s no way I could do it♡
Ah― Of course, I’m not slacking off because of that and making Ruby do all the work, okay?!
I― don’t want to touch the Virgin Mary― so I’m just mopping the corridor a little.
Fufufu♡
A~ah, when will this end.
When the big cleanup is over, today we’re all going to wrap up the second semester by going to Numazu for karaoke.
It’s been a while since I’ve went home with everyone― Fufu♡♡
Both for myself and for Ruby, who’s doing a lot of work seriously― I’ll treat us to potato chips♪♪

Basorexia Part 2 - Forbidden Fruit

Author: @xerxia31

Rating: T for language

A/N: Part two of my drabble Basorexia. This part takes place immediately following the first part, and while it’s not necessary to have read part one, this will probably make a lot more sense if you have.


She can’t believe she kissed Peeta Mellark.

Mr. Mellark.

Her twelfth grade English teacher.


He’s not in class the next day. Nor the day after.

Rumours abound, as they’re wont to do in high school hallways.  Did you hear about Mr. Mellark? He’s on indefinite stress leave. I heard he punched principal Abernathy in the face. I heard he tried to jump off the Arena St bridge!

She’s terrified. Horrified. Heartsick. Has she destroyed his career? Has her impetuousness, her stupid school-girl crush, cost this kind and gentle man not only his job, but his sanity?

He must hate her.

Panem is a big place, but she’s been paying attention. She’s seen him at the ravine multiple times with his canvasses and paints, almost every Saturday morning when she jogs the wooded trails just after sunrise.

Today is no different.

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High School Widowtracer AU, featuring Dorky Tracer
  • Cute Widowtracer as teenagers because TBH I need that shit right now 
  • It’s Lena’s senior year 
  • Been going pretty well, considering all things
  • And she’s been hearing tons of stories about how her friends are all doing crazy shit like ditching, sneaking out, going to go see concerts without their parent’s permission 
  • And she just can’t wrap her brain around the idea of anyone wanting to do that 
  • Until one day Fareeha says, “Well, maybe it’s because it’s their senior year. Live a little, kid.” 
  • And Lena really takes that to heart
  • So she decides to live a little by going to a party
  • Poor little dork
  • It’s totally not her scene
  • But she goes anyway, because a young lesbian has to be brave in this cruel world
  • She goes inside
  • Starts sipping on whatever the hell someone poured into her SOLO cup
  • It smells awful, and it tastes like what she assumes cheap vodka and even cheaper beer taste like 
  • And she’s just leaning up against the wall, her beanie pulled low, colorful lights flashing across her unbuttoned flannel shirt
  • When suddenly she sees her
  • Oh god, she’s perfect
  • 5′8″ of pure beauty
  • Her long hair tied back into a ponytail, nursing a SOLO cup as well
  • Laughing a little too loudly at something that the boy beside her said 
  • Lena automatically flushes
  • She’s known that she’s attracted to women for some time, but she hasn’t felt anything since her sophomore year 
  • She’s definitely feeling nervous, wondering if the thumping in her ears is the bass of the music or her own heart
  • And then suddenly, Widow comes up to her 
  • “Bonjour, cherie. You don’t look like any of the commoners here.” 
  • Lena just blushes even harder.
  • “U-um, thanks? Uh….” She swept back her hair, took a sip of her drink, then huffed a quick breath. “What’s your name?” 
  • “Amelie, darling. The boy over there is my date.” 
  • Lena’s heart sinks so low she can feel it settle in her stomach. Oh fuck
  • “Shouldn’t you be talking to him, if he’s your boyfriend?” Lena said quickly, nervously, before forcing herself to take another sip of her drink. 
  • Amelie shrugged, glancing at Gerard thoughtfully. “I suppose. Although he can be awfully boring from time to time. I need someone that’s a little more…entertaining.” 
  • Was that supposed to be a compliment? Lena wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but she could feel her blood warming her ears anyway. “Thanks, love?” 
  • Amelie winked, something that Lena always thought looked more than a little ridiculous. But when Amelie did it, Lena found herself biting her lip, her cheeks dusted pink. “Come on, cherie. Let’s get something a little more tasty than these drinks.” 
  • Lena wasn’t a hundred percent sure if she followed Amelie around, or if Amelie was following her. Either way, they never strayed too far from each other, Amelie constantly flirting and chuckling when Lena flushed darkly. 
  • Finally, Lena decided that she had had enough of the party, and walked to her car, Amelie less than a foot behind. 
  • “Are you sure you’re sobered up, cherie? I wouldn’t want you to get in a wreck.”
  • Lena waved her off. “I’ll be fine, love. I haven’t had anything to drink besides water for the past couple hours.” 
  • Amelie nodded, and then paused as Lena stood beside her car, one hand on the door handle. From here, they could still here the music pounding inside the house, but it seemed so distant. Lena’s heart throbbed when she realized that she was alone with Amelie.
  • Amelie realized this as well, and reached to gently touch Lena’s cheek. “Will you be alright, cherie?” She asked quietly, an almost surprising amount of concern in her voice for someone she had just met a few hours ago.
  • Lena swallowed thickly, and could only find herself able to nod. She didn’t want this night to end, yet she felt like she was heading into dangerous territory. 
  • Lena wasn’t one hundred percent sure what happened next. One minute, she was standing beside her car, Amelie’s hand on her cheek, warm brown eyes meeting soft gold ones. The next, there were a pair of gentle lips on top of hers, coaxing a surprised gasp out of the young Brit. 
  • She wasn’t one hundred percent sure what happened after that moment either. Their simple kiss turned into Amelie’s legs tangled with Lena’s their bodies pressed together on the back row of seats in Lena’s car, both craving a friction that neither of them thought to possess. Lena could barely breath, not even when Amelie pulled her lips away and began to snake her hands up Lena’s shirt. 
  • Suddenly, she felt way over her head. What was she doing? Was this what Fareeha meant when she wanted Lena to live a little? Lena didn’t think this was it. Certainly there were much more worthy adventures and excitement than making out with someone’s girlfriend in the back of your car, right? Uncertainty flashed through her. Did she want this? Did she want to do this? 
  • “Stop.” 
  • Amelie glanced up at her, her golden eyes barely illuminated in the darkness. “What?” 
  • “I said stop.” Lena said suddenly, sitting up and tugging down her shirt.
  • Amelie sat back on her heels. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?” 
  • Tracer pressed her hands to her head, trying to calm the pounding there. “No– I don’t know– Maybe?” 
  • Amelie stared at her for a long second, and then smoothed down her clothes. “I should get going.” 
  • Lena only nodded, knowing that Amelie’s departure was best, despite the small part of her that didn’t want Amelie to go.
  • Amelie brushed a goodbye kiss to Lena’s cheek before leaving, stepping out of Lena’s car and leaving the Brit to herself. As she walked back up the lawn, Lena’s eyes watched Amelie’s hips sway, the way that she stumbled over unseen rough edges. When she finally could breathe again, she started up her car, and then drove away quickly, her heart racing. 
  • On Monday, Lena saw Fareeha at lunch. “You look a little flustered, Lena. Something on your mind?” 
  • Lena let out a dry chuckle. “Yeah. I did what you said, and lived a little.” 
  • “And was it worth it?” 
  • Lena thought of long legs, of sashaying hips, of golden flashing eyes and the warm press of another girl’s body against her own. She thought of her own treachery, for stepping too far out of her comfort zone, and for complicating what Lena assumed to be a healthy relationship. She didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing at all, staring at the ground as Fareeha rubbed her back, thinking of the girl who drove her wild.