how do people hate her


female awesome meme ♡ [1/10] female characters who are unfairly hated 

isadora smackle (girl meets world) - intelligence, compassion, integrity, courage, that army is the real you. no matter what you look like. 

when people say Elsa was the hero of Frozen

Okay so I’m watching the DEH bootleg and Alana just did that little Waving Through A Window bit in a transition (and how do people hate her? She’s my favorite) and I was just thinking about how she’s like Evan in how she wants be noticed. That’s why she talks too fast and tries to get in every word, that’s why she does so much and tells everyone about it. She wants to be more than the Invisible Girl, and she’s getting away from that the only way she knows how. She and Evan are very similar people. They have the same core motivation, they just go about getting what they want differently. Evan stays in the shadows and is scared of trying anything until he’s comfortable enough to, but Alana gets in the spotlight. She shoves herself there into it because that’s the only way she doesn’t feel totally alone, and even there it can be lonely because, let’s face it, she is kind of adorkable and not everyone is into that. Anyways this is just a comment on how important that little bit is and I love her and now I’ll go back to procrastinating on math homework.

I’m torn between hating this and loving it…

anyone else noticed the trend here on tumblr of worshipping certain famous women for like a couple months and there being serious hype for them and then like a month later everyone’s ripping into them and talking about how much they hate them

I’m dying over Jumin’s route everybody, I already spam my poor friends too much how dO I GET OUT MY FEELINGS RIGHT NOW???

cool things Sarah Urie does

•the bee emoji 🐝
•gives us skin care tips + good products to buy
•give us nice makeup suggestions
•supports other artists (Halsey, Beyonce, twenty one pilots, Jac Vanek, etc)
•made a separate account on Instagram for the fans
•has such a great and cute snapchat
•fuckin gorgeous
•cares so much about us fans
•replies to fans on Instagram + Twitter a lot
•blesses us with her selfies
•cares about others so much
•literally the sweetest person ever
—add more if ya want
the list could go on, like how could you not love her???

dor-nelle  asked:

Anyone else just loving that fact that Aelin has kind of always existed? We can tell that Aelin is kind; even while she was Celaena. How she spared Ansel, how she took the time to teach Yrene how to defend herself, how she gave Kaltain her cloak. Aelin has always been there, just under the surface and Celaena could only bury her so much. But that Kindness? It was too strong to disappear entirely. And it came back even stronger when she finally accepted herself. When she spared Manon, when 1/2

Forgave Chaol immediately when he stopped acting like a bigot and came to his senses,how she instantly took Lysandras friendship and was willing to put aside their past differences and save her and Evangeline, how she was actually upset that when she went to dinner at the Assassins Guild Arrobyn hadn’t changed; how she was willing to forgive the man who killed her family and made her suffer if he changed. How she let Dorian kill the King because even he the King made her suffer he also made 2/3

Dorian suffer, how she was willing to forgive those Lords for turning their backs on her, how she understood their hatred and pain even if they refused to even attempt to understand hers. How she was willing to sacrifice herself for everyone??? How do people hate her??? How??? 3/END

I love all of this!! I also find a core part of aelin’s character to be kindness, and acceptance. I think because she has been rejected so often in her life, because of her magic and her birth, that she finds it easy to accept and relate to less fortunate people. It also means that she’s very forgiving if she knows why a person is the way they are (Chaol and Lysandra). A lot of people tend to view her as selfish and cruel, but she’s pretty opposite. She might do things her own way, and in a way that is contrary to the typical good guy honor that someone like Chaol and pre-eos dorian has, but she…actually ends up making waaaay better decisions than Chaol because she isn’t inflexible in her morality. She judges people and their actions based off of their motivations. Sometimes this means she’s a master manipulator but it also means that she can be incredibly kind. 

This quote from Ender’s Game really reminds me of Aelin, “In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves.”

Year 5: Sirius Black x Reader

Ok I have like a series of this for every year but basically reader is pureblood with a powerful father, and started learning magic early on bc of that. She knows Sirius likes her but wants to encourage him to ask her out properly, since hes always sabotaging her dates.

There’s something about her, he thought to himself. There’s something bewitching about watching her when she’s unaware, engrossed in a book, lost in the tales of worlds more enticing than her own. Her eyes squinted from the effort of focusing on words lit only by the dim glow of the crackling fireplace. He admired the way a strand freed itself from the make-shift bun she had created, held weakly together by a pencil, and curled around her face. He couldn’t help but smile softly as she scrunched up her nose in frustration, swatting the strand away from her face with the back of her hand, eyes hungrily scanning the page for her spot.  From the way she curled up on the armchair in the otherwise empty Common Room, a tiny ball wrapped in a red Christmas sweater two sizes too big for her, a half empty cup of hot chocolate forgotten on the side table, he could tell he was witnessing a rare moment; a moment in which the flame that burned so bright inside her seemed tamed, her usual self, fierce and burning with energy, enjoying settling down into embers for a night.

A  stinging sensation startled Sirius out of his thoughts as James’s hand collided with his back.

“Oi what was that for?!” Sirius exclaimed.

“Did you hear any of what I just said? I’ve been wasting my breath for a solid ten minutes!”, retorted James.

Sirius rolled his eyes, a smirk creeping its way onto his face.

“Let me guess. Hmmm let’s see here, could you possibly be whining about a certain red-headed Gryffindor who has a knack for ignoring you?”

James huffed, clearly annoyed at the accurate analyzation of a story that even more clearly had passed completely over his best mate’s head.

“At least I don’t watch her when she’s not looking”, he teased, smiling slyly, gesturing towards the brunette lost in the pages of her novel.

“Yes Prongs, yes you do”, Sirius shot back, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, “And for your information, I was not watching her, I was just shocked at how quiet she’s being tonight. A bit odd for someone who never shuts up.” He declared the last bit louder than necessary, eliciting a glare from the subject of the conversation, Y/N. She contemplated for a second whether Sirius’s goading deserved a reaction, decided against it, and with a roll of her eyes, returned her attention to the adventures of her favorite fantasy, much to Sirius’s chagrin.

“Besides, you know I’m a lone wolf Prongs”, his eyes glinted mischievously, his voice still a touch louder than necessary.

“That’s funny, I thought Moony was the wolf here. You’re more of a dog, really. Have you ever thought about making your transformations permanent?”, Y/N piped up lazily, her eyes still trained on the book in her lap. At this, James choked with laughter as Sirius’s gaze returned to her, amused, his lips tugging upwards.

“Unfortunately, staying in my Animagus form would cause Hogwarts to have a bestiality problem on its hands. Even as a dog, I’m irresistible. You, on the other hand, can’t even seem to find a guy to want you in your human form”, Sirius countered, knowing he’d strike a chord with Y/N .

A loud bang echoed in the Gryffindor Common Room as Y/N ’s book landed on the ground and she leapt to her feet, whirling to face Sirius.

Maybe if you lot stayed out of my business, boys would stick around for longer than a month”, she shrieked.

“Yeah, and maybe you’re the problem. Or wow, here’s another thought, maybe the guys you’re interested in are prats.”, he countered.

She narrowed her eyes, a dangerous look flashing through them before she clenched her jaws, knelt down to retrieve her book, and without another word, stomped up the spiralling stone staircase towards the girls dormitories.

James watched his best friend curiously. Sirius’s expression was one of quiet anger as he struggled to maintain a nonchalant demeanor, betrayed only by his clenched fists.

Treading carefully, James murmured, “She’s right to be angry you know. How is it that you have a ‘run in’ with every boy that’s ever asked her out?”

Sirius closed his eyes and breathed in, before opening them to study his friend who was watching him with a look of concern.

“I care about her”, he whispered. Breathing out, his confident exterior returned and he stood up to stretch, turning his back to James. “But not the way that you think”.

“Yeah? ‘Cuz we all care about her too but it’s Y/N we’re talking about here. If anyone can take care of themselves, it’s her. She’s the most talented witch in our year and you know it as well as I do Pads. Besides, you know how much she hates people treating her like she’s helpless. She probably hasn’t backed down from a fight since the day she was born”

“Whatever. She’ll get over it by tomorrow morning. She always does.” he sighed. He turned back around to face James, running a hand through his long black locks. “Wanna head upstairs? I bet Moony and Wormtail are done their Potions assignment by now”

Unappeased but left with no choice, James followed his friend up the other stone staircase, hoping that Sirius was right. While Sirius and Y/N were usually partners in crime, their fights could certainly get dirty.


Y/N whined in protest as the curtains were ripped out of the way, streaming sunshine into the room and startling  her awake.

“Get up or we’re gonna miss breakfast!”, Lily cried, tugging Y/N until her upper body was sprawled on the ground, her legs still wrapped around the blankets in her bed. Y/N groaned, shoving her head in her hand and pushing her curls out of her eyes. The events of the previous day returned to her, anger once again bubbling to the surface. Dragging her legs into the shower, she brooded over the events of the past year in the solace of the warm water and the quiet of the bathroom. Sirius had stumbled upon the hobby of tormenting every guy who asked Y/N to Hogsmeade, or danced with her at parties, or flirted with her in class. He’d hexed poor Bertram Aubrey’s head to twice its original size, and Lucius Malfoy’s hair had been dyed bright pink for weeks. Because of his pesky interference coupled with her father’s reputation, Y/N was now 16 with no real experience in a relationship. She fumed at Sirius’s childish, and pathetically transparent, antics.

She recalled with a soft smile the time he had asked her out in 4th year. Y/N and Sirius had gotten remarkably close over the past 4 years. They both had revelled in spreading mischief, easing the tension in the air when exams rolled around, or giving the students staying back during holiday something to laugh about. They also kept each other in check. Y/N seemed to excel in her classes effortlessly, having knowledge of spells and charms well above her level, challenging Sirius’s natural talent. Sirius, despite having no taste for the glory quidditch could provide, gave her a run for her money as he’d learnt to fly at a remarkably young age. It came as no shock to anyone when the two started displaying more than typical, friendly affection for one another.

It was common knowledge that, with his long, dark hair, contrasted against his creamy complexion, highlighting his high cheek bones,  and stormy grey eyes, Sirius was no stranger to girls’ attention. He could often be found chatting up a girl in the corner of a quidditch after-party, her too-loud giggles a source of envy for the many other girls in the room. He never, however, took it past innocent flirting.  When questioned, he’d simply shrug and with a lazy smile claim that he wasn’t ready to be tied down just yet. He didn’t think he ever would be, as relationships seemed to be too many rules, too much tiptoeing around one another, for his liking.

“Guess how many girls have asked me to Hogsmeade”, he had mused, happily.

Y/N turned to glare at him, annoyance spelled out across her face. He had recently become aware of the affect he was having on girls, and their usefulness in filling the hole in his heart his parents had carved.

“I’ll pass”

“Don’t be jealous, Y/N . I, for one, plan on taking you to Hogsmeade.”

Y/N felt her stomach flip, as she sucked her lips into her mouth to conceal the smile making her way on to her face. She wasn’t immune to Sirius’s charm, but it was different for her. She didn’t care for what he looked like; she liked him for the twinkle of anticipation in his eyes just before a prank, or the way he looked with his hair falling forward onto his face when he’s on the ground, clutching his stomach in hysteric laughter. She liked him for the pout his lips would form when he concentrated really hard on learning a charm, or the glint of playfulness in his eyes when he spiralled on his broom, cutting her off from reaching the snitch during practices. More than anything else, however, she liked him for the soft side of him that he seemed to reserve for after dark. The way he’d timidly slink down the stairs from his dormitory, knowing Y/N slept almost as little as him, wrapping the both of them in blankets and spending the early hours of the night talking about their hearts desires; the soft light the fire cast on his face making her melt, as he whispered to her how he hoped to change the world, how he desperately hoped to be different. The rare show of shyness as he talked about his fears, his constant battle between his love for his brother Regulus, and his hate for his family’s ways. It warmed her heart the most to discover him on the astronomy tower the nights after Remus’s transformation, eyes filled to the brim with the frustration of not being able to do anything to quell his friend’s pain; the way he’d reach out to her, his body hungry for any source of comfort.

So, when he seemed to ask her out on a date, her heart had soared, and then plummeted. She searched desperately in his eyes for the warmth she had fallen for, and came out empty handed. She was one of the few girls in the school who refused to throw herself at him, refused to acknowledge or react to his incessant flirting. She wasn’t a quest; to be conquered and then boasted about, like the rest of his girls, and she refused to be another number. She refused to come as easy as everyone else to him. She was worth more than that. So, ignoring the ache of longing her heart, she turned back towards her food.

“Who says I don’t already have a date?”, she asked, raising an eyebrow at her friend, aware of Remus and James whistling in the background. Sirius frowned, clearly taken by surprise.

“Who’s taking you?”, he questioned, eyes devoid of his usual humour.

“Alphard”, she stated casually, picking at her food.

Alphard McLaggen ended up being the first victim to the line of guys who had attempted their chance with Y/N , and then mysteriously had a terrifying encounter with the marauders’ infamous pranks. At the end of the day, when forced to choose between her friends and her not-yet boyfriend, she chose her friends. Sirius never asked her out again.

Turning off the shower, Y/N was struck with an idea. What if, Sirius couldn’t make her choose between the boy she chose to see and her best friends? What if he was one and the same? With the gears in her head churning, she pulled on her black and red robes and skipped down to breakfast.

She spotted the familiar flame of red hair surrounded by 4 boys immediately, and made her way to their table. Instead of assuming her usual spot in between Sirius and Lily, she approached Remus, hugging him from behind and placing her head on his. Remus looked up in surprise, choking on the milk he was downing, and Sirius raised an eyebrow in their direction.

“Reemmmm”, she whined, pouting her lower lip.

Just as she’d hoped, he grabbed her hand pulling her into the seat next to him. Confused, he turned towards her. 
“What’s going on, Y/N ?”

“Will you accompany me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?”, she asked, her voice bouncing musically, laced with a sickly sweetness. She used one hand to tuck a piece of her wet hair behind her ear, as she squeezed his hand, willing him just this once to use that witty mind of his and side with her.

“I thought you were going with Amos”, he said cautiously. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Peter watching the two of them with a mixture of awe and confusion, Lily smirking at her knowingly, and James glaring at her. Sirius’s stance, though tense before, relaxed slightly at the mention of Amos and Remus’s apparent rejection.

Shifting herself closer to Remus so that she was almost on his lap, she rested her head in her hand, giving him her undivided attention, and biting her lip.

“Yeah…but when Sirius set his robes on fire, I realized I wasn’t even disappointed. He isn’t the person I really wanted to go with anyway”, she declared, boring her eyes into his, willing him to understand.

A flicker of recognition, and then mischief flashed in Remus’s eyes before he gasped, engulfing Y/N in a hug.

“And here I thought I didn’t stand a chance”, Remus fake whispered, loud enough for their friends to hear.

She finally detached herself from Remus, daring to look at Sirius. The sight she was met with caused her stomach to knot in a mixture of anxiety and hope. His jaw was clenched, his complexion paler than usual. His grey eyes seemed to darken as the two of them made eye contact, and her heart leapt.

“I should thank you I guess Siri. I know you’re a prat, but if you hadn’t pranked Amos, I’d never have the courage to ask Remus. So, thanks Pads.”

Lily snickered across from her, shooting James a warning glance just as Y/N got up, throwing her hair behind her as she turned to leave. She hadn’t made it far before she felt a tug on her wrist, and looked down to meet the eyes of Remus, a sly smile adorning his face. He held out a muffin.

“Don’t forget breakfast, love

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, forcing back the giggle of amusement that threatened to escape. She swooped down, placing a kiss on Remus’s cheek, whispering a quick thank you in his ear, before waving good bye to the rest of the crew.


Sirius watched the back of Y/N ’s head, her hair swaying slightly as she strutted away. He was clutching the fork in his hand so hard, his knuckles had started to turn white from the strain. It wasn’t until Peter coughed that Sirius’s attention was brought back to the table.

“Wow! Remus, I didn’t know you and Y/N were a thing! This is great, she’s beautiful, you deserve this buddy”, Peter erupted, beaming with happiness.

“Yeah”, let out Sirius, carefully measuring his next words on his tongue. “I didn’t know you and Y/N were a thing. Why didn’t I know? James, did you know?”

“I-er-no I guess not but-“

“Lily, did you know?”

“Actually,” Lily started, grinning evilly as her eyes connected with Remus’s. “I did, know. Y/N talks about him nonstop.”

Sirius returned his intense gaze to Remus, unaware of James shaking his head and hiding it in between his hands as Lily leaned down to whisper a warning in his ear.

Remus grinned. It wasn’t every day he discovered a way to actually get to his friend. This was going to be fun.


They’re just doing it mess with you. Don’t do something you’ll regret!”

“You’ve been saying that for days now! How is it they’re still together then, huh?.”

It had been three days since Y/N ’s brilliant plan, which was losing it’s appeal rapidly. James, unable to hide anything from his best friend, had told Sirius about his hunch regarding Y/N ’s relationship, encouraging him to withhold any sort of reaction. Remus and Y/N had met up with Lily in the library in between classes that first day, making sure they all had their backstories in check and understood that as soon as anyone’s feelings were in genuine danger, the plan gets called off. However, Sirius had actively avoided being in the presence of the supposed couple since their initial meeting at breakfast, putting a damper on their little project. In desperation, Y/N found herself at a new low: eavesdropping outside the boys’ dorm in hopes of finding the inspiration to continue on with their little charade.

She heard steps making their way up to the door she was crouching in front of and, opting to face the boys inside the dorm rather than be caught outside, she pushed open the door. She found Sirius sitting cross-legged on his bed, his hair hanging messily around his shoulders, red and gold tie swaying loosely on his untucked shirt. James sat on the opposite bed, his legs swinging underneath him, a snitch hovering in the air above him.

Sirius turned to look at Y/N momentarily, before growling, “Get. Out.”

“This is my boyfriend’s dorm as much as yours, and, seeing as how I can’t seem to find him, I’m going to wait for him here.”

“Like hell you are,” muttered Sirius. Y/N almost felt bad for him, before his eyes lit up and swiveled around once again to meet her own. “You wanna know something odd that James here was just telling me, Y/N ?”

Y/N felt her cheeks grow hot, knowing perfectly well what the pair had just been discussing. Slowly, she nodded her head, eyes jumping from Sirius to a very nervous-looking James.

Sirius jumped up from his bed, pushing a hand through his hair before approaching Y/N , eyes glinting with malice. “James here seems to be under the impression that you and Moony are only pretending to date.”

Y/N refused to let her gaze falter, raising her chin defiantly and narrowing her eyes, answering in a voice so dangerously low that James had to physically lean forward to catch the next few words. “Yeah? And why, exactly, would I be doing that?”

“Well”, drawled Sirius, voice dripping with hostility. His eyes flickered momentarily to the door behind you, but he continued. “James thinks it’s because you’re trying to make me jealous.”

Frozen in place, Y/N ’s voice trembled as she choked out her response. “What do you think Sirius?”

At this, Sirius laughed, a bark-like, bitter laugh. Taking another step closer to her so that they were standing so close she could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and had to tilt her head slightly to meet the icy grey of his eyes.

“Well, I think you can’t possibly be stupid enough to think going out with Remus would make me jealous. I mean, just look at me”, he stated, hands gesturing up and down his body. “I have all the most beautiful girls of the student body at my disposal, and you really think I could possibly be looking at you? Please, you may not be a looker but you have brains, I’ll give you that. There’s no way you think you can make me jealous.”

Y/N had to restrain herself from clutching her chest at the effect his words had had on her. She could feel her heart breaking, could feel each and every crack, his words like a hammer landing blow after blow on her porcelain heart, the pain spreading across her chest. She clenched her fists so tightly, blood stained the places her nails met the flesh of her palm. Against her will, her breathing quickened, the large lump in her throat and unease in her stomach pulling her into a wave of nausea. She couldn’t remember the last time she cried. It wasn’t when she found out her brother, her closest family, was moving away indefinitely to Bulgaria, it wasn’t when her father told her not to come home for the holidays as he didn’t have time-nor the desire, as she knew all too well- to be with her. It wasn’t even when she herself had been shipped off to Belgium at the ripe age of 7, nobody asking her how she felt about leaving her friends and family behind, her only contact being a rare letter once every couple months. No, Y/N was not one to cry, so it came as an unpleasant shock to her when, despite her attempts to dispel the tears pricking her eyes, grinding her teeth in determination to not let Sirius see her so weak, she still felt the warm, wetness on her cheek seconds later. Shutting her eyes, swallowing back a sob, she turned to leave the room, running straight into the chest of Remus, who had been standing in the doorway during Sirius’s rampage. He looked at her, eyes full of concern, opening his mouth to say something but Y/N didn’t give him a chance. She shoved him out of the way before sprinting down the stone stairwell. Moments later, the trio of boys heard the portrait door slam shut, leaving them in a stunned silence.

“You really are a twat Sirius, you know that?”, Remus claimed angrily.

Remorse bloomed in Sirius’s stomach. Y/N was the strongest person he knew. Despite the nights the two had spent discussing his life, his dilemmas and goals, she had never once disclosed any real personal pains of her own. She always sported a bright smile, her face glowing with happiness, her person radiating warmth. In their 4 years of friendship, he’d never once seen her cry, never once seen such raw pain coloring her face.

“Aren’t you going to go after your girlfriend?”, Sirius responded weakly, all the animosity drained from his voice, replaced by regret.

Remus felt around under his bed for chocolate, stuffing some in his mouth before casually responding with, “She’s not my girlfriend”, causing James to smirk with triumph.

Sirius stared at him in a mixture of shock, relief, and guilt, waiting for him to elaborate. Instead, Remus raised his eyebrows towards the door, then looked back at Sirius expectantly.


He found her in her usual sanctuary, sitting in the windowsill of the astronomy tower, looking out into a courtyard. Her knees were brought up to her chest wrapped under her arms, chin resting on them. She  was no longer crying but there was no mistaking the puffiness of her sorrowful eyes. She really was quite radiant, with her curls gathered on one side of her body, the half-moon illuminating her golden eyes, casting a enchanting glow on her. She turned slightly at the sound of shoes scraping against the cold ground.

“Go away”, she whispered, her voice stripped of conviction.

Instead, Sirius took his place opposite her on the same windowsill, watching her with large, puppy dog eyes.

They sat in silence, Y/N determined to keep her eyes focused on the uncanny stillness of a Hogwarts courtyard after hours. After what seemed like ages, Sirius leaned forward slowly, afraid any sudden action would compromise his next move. Gently, he took her hand in his, pulling her closer to him. She let him, stopping herself just before their bodies touched. This time, she studied the pattern of the stones on the ground. She had no doubt in her mind that Remus had told Sirius the truth already.

“I’m kind of an idiot aren’t I?”, he whispered.

Y/N let out a soft, sad laugh. “Kind of.”

“I’m sorry Y/N ”, he started, squeezing her hand slightly. “You know I didn’t mean any of that right?”

She didn’t respond, so he continued, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“I’d be the luckiest boy in this school if you had agreed to go out with me last year. I just-you rejected me, so seeing you with Remus, I felt jealous and inadequate and-“

“I didn’t want to be one of them”, Y/N squeaked out, so quietly that Sirius almost missed it.

“What was that?”, he asked, nose scrunching in confusion.

“Every girl in this castle throws herself at you. I didn’t want to be one of them; I didn’t want to turn into just another girl on your list. I want to be more than stolen kisses and hands held under the cover of the night”, she breathed out.

“Okay, first of all, I haven’t graced any girls with my lips just yet”, he teased, earning an amused glare from Y/N.

“-and second of all, you could never be just another anything. You burn brighter than anyone I’ve ever met, Y/N. You’re the wild of a storm and the calm after the storm, all bundled into one person. You’re the arms that rocked me softly on nights I didn’t know how to be me anymore, and you’re the arms that steadied mine when they shook from excitement those moments before a prank. You’re as big a part of me as my own lungs. And I’m sorry.” He took a breath. “I’m sorry for ever hurting you. There’s absolutely no excuse for me to behave like that, no matter how I feel about you. But for whatever it’s worth, I think you’re breathtaking. inside and out.” He looked at her with pleading eyes. Y/N stared back, wide eyed, a slight pink blush decorating her face. She bit her lip trying to contain her joy.

Gaining courage from her positive response, Sirius scooted closer, holding both her hands in his. “Do you forgive me?”

Smiling slyly, Y/N looked out into the courtyard once more. “Oh, I don’t know, You hurt me pretty bad back there, I feel like you owe me.”

At this, Sirius pulled her even closer, one of his hands making its way down to her waist, the other cradling her head.

“What do you want?”, he whispered, lips so close she could feel his hot breath on her own, the hairs at the back of her neck rising in anticipation. She was sure he could hear the pounding of her heart and the way her eyes struggled to stay open. She parted her lips slightly, wracking her brain for a witty answer, but before she could say anything, Sirius closed the distance between them.

His lips were soft and warm, sparking a shiver up her spine. She responded immediately, burying her hands in his silky black locks, pulling him even closer as her lips moved rhythmically against his. She felt his hand clutch her waist tightly as he poured all the unexpressed emotion into her lips, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. He’d wanted this for so long, his body hungered for hers. Y/N smiled into the kiss, pulling away and resting her forehead against his, every atom in her body conscious of how close they were, of the way her lips burned with desire as Sirius’s thumb traced them softly.

there are a lot of things about the telling of this storyline that make me incredibly uncomfortable. but them killing rebecca off at the end of it would truly be the disgusting, misogynistic, “we do not know how to write women outside of using them to further a man´s story” cherry on top.


Now people are accusing Sansa of being too dumb and too classist to understand that Arya’s been playing a game all along to fool Littlefinger and that Sansa doesn’t know that her true enemy is Littlefinger. Are you fucking kidding me? How do people hate her so much to completely disregard everything Sansa has said and done in the past few seasons? Do people seriously think Sansa doesn’t know exactly what LF is trying to do? She knows LF better than almost anyone else on this show. Arya attacking her as a ploy to play a mind-game with Sansa is not only completely uncharacteristic of Arya but also not bloody okay.  

I get not wanting hate being thrown Arya’s way after this Starkbowl bullshit, but any criticism I’ve seen has been geared towards the writers, not Arya. 

But of course, it’s always Sansa’s fault. Everything is her fault anyway, right?


shitsstorm  asked:

also, ferncloud she didnt FIGHT in the darkest hour battle but she helped cinderpelt heal and carry herbs for the medicine cats. she saw three kits die before her, two kits and one apprentice. not even speaking of her two siblings who died. she nursed and raised the three with daisy. it is SAID in the books that young apprentices ask them for advice. she fought BROKENSTAR. how do people hate her????


Life would be so much easier if I could hate Furuya you know?



His intentions are so pure and straightforward and what the hell he’s come a long way from that kid from the start who couldn’t even fathom that there are actual people he can trust when he’s on the mound

What the fuck this made me emotional :( Polar bear just wants to be the best for this team. 


Okay but I think here lies Furuya’s mistakes lately? He’s trying to shoulder everything? Am I right? Am I wrong? WHO KNOWS, ALL I KNOW IS T-SENSEI WANTS TO RIP ME APART _(」∠ 、ン、)_

my-lady-abomination submitted:

(This is in the submit box because it’s too long for the ask box)

I can’t ignore a command from the Great Splickedy, so here goes: I remembered your response to my hair ask, specifically the Makaras, and instead of Gamzee or Kurloz, my brain said RAGE, so now I’m imagining Rage and this really petite person (anonymous because I can’t actually think of someone) getting the hair petting on, with the petite person sitting on a bed or a chair and Rage sitting on the floor, leaning back against the other person’s legs with his head in their lap, and the petite person is petting Rage’s hair and maybe putting mini-braids and colorful beads in it. (it’s so kawaii it hurts)

No see, but, Rage would never let a ‘normal’ mess with his hair for him, it would have to be someone who he even considers worthy of doing something he enjoyed to/for him.  Mr. Vantas is now his hated enemy, as is Miz Pyrope, his son is now off being “corrupted” by people with morals (morals apply to other people, they shouldn’t apply to Makaras) and Hope comes nowhere near him unless he is absolutely forced to.

So basically it’s down to his boss to mess with his hair, which she actually does fairly willingly.  So it starts out like this, right

and that’s cool for a while but then almost inevitably it kind of goes

And he just complains about it with varying degrees of gentle-ish exasperation and then all of a sudden it’s one too much and he’s just like


and then they get in a sort of slightly lazy fistfight and she laughs at him for not being able to get into her brain with his powers and he yanks her hair instead because turn about is FAIR MOTHERFUCKING PLAY and she beats him unconscious with the hairbrush.

It’s a very professional working relationship. 

during lunch today my classmates started dissing long-running anime/manga. Bleach was brought up…and, yeah, I understand the complaints and have a 33,000 tons worth of my own, BUT THEN they started dragging Ichigo, like really dragging him, and i didn’t know what to do. Because, on the one hand, i love him with my whole heart. But on the other hand, in light of the ending, who even was he? i sat in pain and listened to one of my all-time faves panned and wished life had turned out differently.