hey i'm back now

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Good, because I’m not planning on leaving anytime soon.

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So… I took a bit of an ‘unannounced vacation’ for a few weeks while I tried to regain my sanity but everything’s cool now and I’m going to get back to drawing responses.

i found my love upon the southern ground

Pairing: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin
Summary: A one-shot of Bellarke in post-WWII Ireland, inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Nancy Mulligan { wc: 1.6k || rating: teen+ }
 a/n: Special shoutout to @apanoplyofsong, @reblogginhood, @kane-and-griffin for their wonderful input about patron saints <3


Clarke felt her heart pounding in her chest as she eased the front door of her childhood home closed. The night was a quiet one, as were most in the no-name town thirty miles outside of Belfast. It was a bit eerie to see the street–the one where she had played hopscotch, and ridden her bicycle with the pink basket, and walked home from school with her friends–so deserted, so empty. She thought of the dresser below her bedroom window upstairs, now also empty of her belongings, just like her bed was of her. A shiver began to steal up her back, but she bit her lip as she fought against it.

Cold mist coated the back of her neck as she slid her key out of the lock and into the pocket of her plaid skirt. The leather case with her most precious possessions weighed her down almost as much as her worry, and its handle nearly slipped from her grip as she snuck down the front steps onto the street. Her stomach was in knots, and not even the warm gold glow of the lone streetlamp on the corner could soothe her.

When she spotted the car headlights at the end of the road, however, Clarke broke out in a nervous smile. Her first steps in that direction were quiet, as if she expected her parents to hear her all the way from their dark and silent bedroom. Soon, though, she stopped caring if the click of her saddle shoes against the cracked pavement was too loud. It was with a run that she took the last few steps to the dust-covered black car with the dinged bumper.

Strong arms caught her up as she approached the driver’s side, and Bellamy spun her around. “You’re here,” he murmured as he pulled in her into him tightly.

“Of course I’m here,” Clarke whispered into the familiar linen shirt that was patched in far too many places. When she pulled back, she looked up into dark, bright eyes that were far too apprehensive. “I told you I was ready.”

He quirked a half-smile at her as he brushed some loose curls behind her ear. “Shame on me for doubting,” he said dryly.

And though she did know from his tone–Clarke felt she had memorized everything about him over the past few months, because that’s what thinking about someone all the time got you–that he was teasing, she didn’t laugh. Instead, she cupped his face with her free hand and said, “I’ve never doubted anything less in my life, Bellamy Blake.”

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I think the core thing that caused The Last Airbender to be the horrible, piece of shit movie that it is was the fact that Shyamalan clearly looked down on the TV series as just some dumb children’s show and not for the good thing it is. It really shows through in the movie that he thought that the show’s just a mindless cartoon made to momentarily distract children too dumb to comprehend the world around them. That was his first of many mistakes, and that, combined with his incompetence, laid the foundation for the film.

anonymous asked:

I hate to ask, but school is kicking my butt and I'm really stressed out, do you have any headcanons with the batfamily being "smart"? Like, doing detective things or something? Please only respond if you want to/feel like it. I don't want to be a bother. Thank you.

Hmmm I’m not 100% sure what you’re asking for, but I’ll give it a shot?

  • So Damian didn’t know who his father was until pretty late in the game, BUT I think we can assume that he did hear Ra’s and Talia talk about his dad a few times when he was little. Thing is, they don’t generally use Bruce’s name. They call him “The Detective.”
  • That being the case, I always figured lil Damian ran around thinking “I too will be a detective” and playing at investigation, which would probably boil down to sneaking around in order to overhear as much as possible. For the record, I don’t think he ever dropped that habit.
  • I also think that lil Damian was obsessed with Sherlock Holmes, since Holmes is probably the most famous literary detective around. I happen to know that when Tim was fourteen, he was a member of the Sherlock Holmes Society (Detective Comics #618), so I figure they’ve got that bit in common. We are, however, talking about Tim and Damian, so when I say “something in common,” what I mean is “something to compete over.”
  • On top of the expected squabbling about the merits of different media adaptations, odds are they have contests where they both try to observe somebody and deduce as much information as possible. It’s not the kind of thing Bruce would discourage. They are supposed to be cultivating those skills, plus Bruce loves Holmes too. Another thing Bruce enjoys is showing up his children, so it works out well for him. He’s very, very good at that game.
  • So is Dick. Cass is a specific kind of good at it, because of the body language thing. They don’t make their guesses to their subject’s face, so Babs (also a talented player) fact-checks electronically as much as possible. It’s a decent way to pass time on slow patrols. They call it a training game.

It’s all me! / (more)

Elias aka bone dad

archiveofourown.org
them - vowelinthug - Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works
them (7103 words) by vowelinthug
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Black Sails
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Captain Flint/John Silver
Characters: Dooley (Black Sails), Madi (Black Sails), Billy Bones
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, mute silver, POV Outsider
Summary:

sequel to i

Long John Silver is not a man. Long John Silver is a cracked jaw, opening before an endless, cavernous pit. Long John Silver is a monster’s right hand – black with viscera, white with bone. Long John Silver is a rabid dog, held on a short leash by dead tyrant’s skeletal fist. Long John Silver is not a man. Long John Silver is a man.

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My collection grows….

Bi Flag - Trans Flag

  • Tanya: You’re right. I have no excuses. I was totally over the line.
  • Erich: Over the line? You… you… you’re so far past the line that you can’t even see the line! The line is a dot to you!
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Harry Styles & Lily Collins [manips] + selfies