i am probably the only person who thought so

hallucinations, identity and ‘who the hell is ed nygma anyway’

or i’m only halfway through season 2 but i can’t stop thinking about that fucking hallucination serenade and all the spoilers in the tag that i see all the time because i am Weak and a bit in Love with this goddamn ship

so like, i am probably not the first person to bring this up, but i had this thought yesterday morning in the shower and it still Haunts me so i thought i’d share:

okay, so, you know how hallucination oswald told ed that ‘there is no ed nygma without the penguin!’

well, obviously, there’s a part of ed that agrees with that assessment, because otherwise it wouldn’t have been part of the hallucination, but i think that it goes a little deeper than that.

oswald and ed’s plots have, for the most part, been centered around love as a weakness, as love = humanity = vulnerability.

for oswald, that’s gertrud, arguably jim gordon, and absolutely ed.

kristen kringle, isabella (not sure yet about her), and arguably oswald.  i would argue oswald because, like with kristen’s death, ed’s response is to step away from humanity.  

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Bts reaction to someone hitting on you:

Anon requested: Hi! Can I request BTS’ reaction to another girl flirting with their gf? Lol thank you!!

A/N: I hope you don’t mind I also added their reaction to a dude hitting on you.


Originally posted by myloveseokjin

No he won’t be leaving you, he will stand around fidgeting with something or talking to someone. Ready to take over if you got too uncomfortable. As for the guy… let’s just say he won’t be very pleased. “Excuse me that is my girl you are flirting with.”


Originally posted by gotjimin

Suga would be sitting in a place with a clear view of the set. With a presmile on his lips and a raised eyebrow, it would be more like a fun movie to watch. How you got all flustered and everything. He would probably even tease you afterwards. But when a guy approaches you, Yoongi is either going to sit uncomfortably at his seat waiting for him to cross the boundaries so he can step in. Otherwise if he got too jealous, he would walk up to you and strike a conversation with his girlfriend, giving the bro sideway looks like excuse me leave.


Originally posted by minpuffs

“This is my girl you are messing with and I don’t approve of what you are attempting here” he told the intruder, be it a boy or a girl, having spotted them approaching you and he was there in no time.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by baebsaes

Being the open minded person he is, I think he was quite about the girl to give you a chance to know how to handle the situation, after all, he trusts you completely. But with the bro hitting on you, it wasn’t the same. He trusts you sure. but his issue is with the rude boy. If he hadn’t put two together and realized he was your man, Namjoon won’t hesitate to tell him to eff off.


Originally posted by minblush

Wouldn't pay much attention to it if not at all. Probably just asking how it went for the sake of curiosity. But if it was someone from the opposite gender, Jimin won’t be shy about kissing your head and wrapping an arm around you. You’re his, that’s what it’s all about.

V/ Taehyung:

Originally posted by hoseokmyhearteu

Would definitely pull off an evil move like walking up to the girl and winking at you for her to see, just to get you even more flustered. Or maybe even saying “She isn’t single but her boyfriend doesn’t want her” before walking off giggling. Not much of an interest if its the same case with a guy because he knows that you won’t choose anyone over him.


Originally posted by mrspreadinglegsjungkook

It’s a matter of personal pride. Another member who won’t pay much attention to the girl situation because let’s be real here, he would get flustered himself. The rejection and all. But men are unwelcomed, Those muscles pay off not only on stage. Would probably even get so mad you have to calm him down later. 

“In case you’re wondering, yes I am Jeon Jungkook. The bunny. But I can be a fierce bunny” _ don’t ask I don’t know why I thought of that.

Broken self

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader.

Warnings: PTSD.


@orangepenguin5 @shelvesandwhelves @john-benderr@muffinz323@justcallmecinammon@sexyvixen7@that1awkwardfangirl@sammiesamness@shamvictoria11@wearentashes

A/N: Ok so, I hope this doesn’t disappoint anyone because I am terribe at writing PTSD because I’ve never experienced it and I haven’t met someone who suffers from it. I did try to get myself a bit educated on it. Feedback is always appreciated :)

You knocked twice and tried to push the door but you couldn’t. You twisted the knob and pushed the door again only to find that it was locked from inside. You didn’t knock again; instead, you hit it repeatedly so the person inside would open. It was Tony’s office, and he was most probably working on something. That was what you thought until you heard the sobbing inside.

“Tony, open the door” you demanded.

“Mr. Stark doesn’t want to be disturbed, Miss (Y/N)” FRIDAY replied. It never ceased to amaze you how much expression she could have even though being nothing but a voice assistant; she was not even artificial intelligence but she still managed to have a sentient voice. “I’ll let him know you were her-”

“He knows damn well I’m already here” you hit the door harder, throwing yourself at it in the process, “FRIDAY help me out, open the door”

“But-the protocol-”

“Override it!” you yelled, finally getting the door open. But what you saw inside made you stop immediately and silently apologize. Tony was a mess; a shaking, crying, mess. He grabbed his head tightly and next to him laid the letter and the phone that Steve sent a while ago. You bit your bottom lip and looked up to the ceiling as if it could offer some kind of help.

You knew the man had a severe PSTD, and that the Avengers’ break only made it worse. He no longer had his friend Steve, and Bruce was long gone and nowhere to be found, and to make things even worse, you felt like he didn’t have you, despite you had been there with him more times than he wanted to admit. Tony Stark felt lonelier than ever, and you were helplessly looking at him; how he broke down in tears and inside. You slowly kneeled next to him, trying to give him space but still letting him know that you were there.

“Tony, hey…” you crossed your legs and patiently waited for him to at least breathe normally. You stayed in silence, feeling how your heart broke into pieces when you saw him like that. “Just so you know… I’m gonna stay here with you.” He nodded. You fixed your eyes on the letter and phone and pushed them away from Tony; he noticed the movement and looked up to you. He made you think of a deer that had been blinded by a moving car in the middle of the road. His bottom lip trembled and you thought that his hands would either break into his skull or that he would get some awful bruises. You moved slowly back to your position and calmly asked, “Do you want to hold my hands?” you reached out your hands halfway; your palms faced the ceiling and you saw how Tony’s eyes jumped from yours to your hands, back and forth. He rested his hands on his lap and shook his head; you understood that he didn’t want to. “Ok, don’t worry. I’m still here.” He nodded again and started taking deep breaths. One at a time, and very slowly. You smiled faintly and almost to yourself.

“Where could he be?” he asked in a barely audible whisper and in between sobs, “this doesn’t say anything about his whereabouts…” he said in an absentminded manner, as if what just happened never did. “Do you think Fury knows…?”

“Uhh…” you doubted, “he might” you finally conceded, “do you want me to reach out for him?”

“No” he rose his eyebrows quickly, “he’s the last person I want to see… He and Steve, Romanoff, Barton, Sam, and Barnes… and… And T’Challa. Yeah, I don’t want to see any of them” he looked at you again and smiled. You could tell he was definitely more calmed and he even had forgotten a name. Wanda’s. “Have I been like this for too long?” he sniffed and wiped with the back of his hand the last few tears from his rosy cheeks. He tried to collect himself to make it look like nothing ever happened. “I’m sorry for such scandal, I didn’t mean to lock myself but…”

“It’s totally fine” you assured him, “cup of tea?” he hummed a positive answer and you offered him your hand again; this time he took it.

You offered your hand again, but this time he did grab it and you waked him to the kitchen and made him sit down while you got the tea ready. Tony was not allowed to have coffee after suffering a crisis, and even though he hated to admit it, he secretly thanked you each time you refused to feed him with caffeine or with anything that tasted like coffee or reminded him of it. You sat in front of him, waiting until he said something about the event of about anything at all. It usually took longer than it did that day.

“Why are you still with me?” he finally said, “I have nothing to offer you but my broken self. I can barely have sex with you, I don’t have a normal life… My best friend is learning how to walk, and the family I knew is as torn apart as I am… I mean, like, there’s nothing good with me”

“I just don’t see it that way” you tried to smile, “I do see how broken you are, but I also see how hard you try to keep yourself together.” You looked at the cup in your hands and then looked up to him again, “I love you, broken or not.”

“I just can’t seem to do anything right these days…” he threw his back on the couch and covered his face with his hands; everything indicated he was about to burst in tears again. “First, everything that happened with Ultron, Bruce’s disappearing, the team…”

“And you forget that you helped that kid, Peter. You’re helping Rhodes getting back on track-”

“From an accident I caused” his voice came out shaky.

“You didn’t, Tony.” You went to sit next to him, far away enough to give him his own space in case another crisis arose, “nothing that happened was because of you. None of this is your fault”

“I just can’t seem to shake everything away… It’s been so hard without them…”

“I know, sweetheart” you hopped closer to him and placed your hand on his shoulder, “but I also know that you are greater than you think. Things will eventually come together, and when the time comes, I’ll be with you”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you” he seemed to chuckle, and curled next to you, leaning his head on your chest and allowing you to wrap your arms around him. It was always his safe place, and he loved the comfort and warmth that your embrace always offered; it made everything bad disappear and it only left you two in the world. No more worries in the picture; no more Steve dropping his signature shield; no more Thunderbolt Ross calling. “Thank you, and for the record, I love you” he sheepishly admitted.

“I know” you smiled and kissed his temple.

More rvb 15x16 spoiler stuff

I love this season so much so far

Am i the only one who thought caboose was going to be like: if you wanted friends you could have just asked
When he realized temple faked the message to get them there.
Like caboose isnt big with his brain but with his stupid heart

Half the reason temple is so mad and angry towards caboose is probably because he got his best freind back from death over and over again and temple didnt get biff back (yet???)

Also still love locus haha
He tries to be a decent person but he knows its weird and not easy and its not gonna get better with these people

The guys can only hope grif got his whole word flood out on locus for now and can stick to the important parts haha

Also, temple is fucking with the wrong family

Also vic OMG

Counterpart | Byun Baekhyun

» mogul au » first part of counterpart » he might’ve finally met his match, the person who will be his counterpart

Soft pleasant sighs of displeasure left Baekhyun’s mouth as he attentively listened to the man, who was openly shouting meaningless complaints towards him. He couldn’t quite decipher what the man was saying, but from what he had at least heard, it was angry man telling him that his business was going bankrupt. And quite frankly, Baekhyun found it incredibly pathetic. “If I were you, I wouldn’t gamble my luxuries away. Have a nice day.” He ended the call then placed his phone back on his desk, before leaning back on his chair.

He didn’t miss the loud knock on his door, before a small voice called out behind the wooden door. “Mr. Byun, you have scheduled an assemblage with Mr. Kim where the two of you have been planning on partaking on an activity where you’ll be donating thousands of dollars for a charity gala. Mr. Kim also expects you to be on his office in two hours.” He bit back a dissatisfied noise.

He soon found himself standing in front of the Kim Corporation Building where he would be having a long talk with his fellow extravagant mogul. He sauntered his way until he reached the reception where a young woman greeting him with an eye sickening smile on her face. “Good morning, Mr. Byun and welcome! I suppose you are here to see Mr. Kim? You may take the elevator up until you reach the 12th floor, as soon as you stop, someone will lead you the way to his office.” He only gave her a stiff nod, disregard of her evocative stares shooting at him. He made his way to the elevator and let out a sigh of relief when he was the only person inside.

He noticed a woman entered the elevator on the 10th floor with a hard stare on her face, seemingly like she had a rough day. Her hand slightly brushed against his suit as she reached up to press a button, but he had stopped her. “Don’t worry, I’m headed to the 12th floor. I’m pretty sure this elevator stops every floor.” He chuckled, but when he noticed the look on her face he immediately stopped. She shifted her position right beside him and Baekhyun couldn’t help but send subtle glances at her. He noticed she was quite mysterious and reserved, with her gaze trained ahead of her, her ignorance towards him only made him more intrigued.

“What’s your business with Jongdae?” He nearly snapped his neck when he promptly turned his gaze to look at the female beside him. She still haven’t looked at him, and it was making him slightly anxious. But then again, why should he? He craned his head back and let out a loud sigh, as thousands of thoughts crossed his mind. She doesn’t use any honorifics? Who was she?

“Mr. Kim and I are hosting a charity gala.” As soon as he mentioned the ‘charity gala’ the female beside him finally spared her full attention to him, raising an eyebrow at him.

“He isn’t here.” The elevator finally halted to a stop on the 12th floor, and Baekhyun found it quite odd that the female raced out of the elevator and veered to the left before disappearing in sight. He stepped outside the elevator then as expected, another woman approached him with a smile tugged up on her lips. “I’ll lead you to Mr. Kim’s office right now, sir.”

He stopped directly in front of a white door and the woman gestured for him to enter inside. Baekhyun glanced at her for a second before reaching onto the knob and twisting it in a desultory motion. He closed the door behind him and he found it pleasant to smell the fresh mint scent of the office linger on his senses. His eyes wondered from the clear glass that surrounded the whole office, modern interiors placed on corners of the room and he mentally praised it. His office was like this, but more sumptuous and there was certainly just peace that engulfed the whole office.

He heard a throat being cleared and he finally adjusted his gaze to a female standing by the desk. His breath hitched slightly as he easily recognized the familiar face a few feet away from him. Wasn’t this the woman whom he found quite mysterious yet intriguing? Yet again, a smirk curled up on the corner of his lips.

“Mr. Kim isn’t here, as I have said beforehand. I am here on his behalf, I will be the one arranging the gala with you. And I expect things will go smoothly as you have planned. Before we start, allow me introduce myself— I am (Y/N) (Y/L/N), Mr. Kim’s most trusted person.” Baekhyun swore to himself he had never seen a woman who seemed so earnest and humourless yet manages to look so comely at the same time. She was probably the only female who he had seriously thought — looked like she really took her job seriously.

“Byun Baekhyun of—” He bowed slightly, but the female interrupted him with something that left him ineffable for words.

“Byun Works And Co? You own a lot of buildings. You have successful oil companies, you have your own condominiums, and even managed to swipe as the most known richest mogul existing in Asia.” She gave him a stolid look as she spoke up. He almost lost himself as he gaped at her in surprise.

“I’ve done my research.” She turned around to face the glass. Baekhyun slightly shook his head and mentally scolded himself. This wasn’t a mogul thing to do. You’re a mogul, act professional.

“Alright.” He cleared his throat making the female turn around. “Let’s get to business, shall we?”

Here is my sketch of a ship I’ve nevere expected to love, but here we are… After watching the new part of GOG I discovered a new pairing and wrote a fanfic on Peter/Kraglin.First I thought it was a one time thing, cause I ship Yondu/Peter (sorry Kragdu is not really my thing, though I see where it come from) anyway I’ve written a second Peter/Kraglin fic and realized at the same time that I’m probably the only person who writes about them 😱 Well, what a pervert I am… So after watching this movie again I decided to write more about them. Even though I still ship Quilldu, and I cant just accept Yondu’s fate, I can imagine how shared pain could have influenced Peter’s relationship with Kraglin.
And I’m thinking about translating those my fics in english, cause it seems not only russian fandom lacks this couple :) But I’m not sure about translating, my english is still not that good

After Eight Years  Post-Season 3 Hiatus Drabble #1

The one about Oliver’s long-due birthday being celebrated.

He woke up suddenly, his body jerking because of the dream, and immediately turned on his side to seek her warmth, his body already thirsting for the feel of hers. They had been on the road for more than a week, stopping by wherever they wanted, and it had never felt more like home to him. She was his home, his place to be. And he was happy. 

His hands came up to empty air and he suddenly sat up, instincts that had been dormant in him for over a week rising up with a vengeance. The room was dark and vacant and he got down from the bed, naked as he was, and started walking towards the outer room. They were shacked up in the snowy mountains somewhere, he had even lost where they were, in a small two-room cottage, just enjoying, discovering each other. 

He walked into the outer room slowly, his eyes seeking her, finding nothing. The fire was roaring below the mantel, bathing the dark room in its glow, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Felicity?” he called out, unable to understand where she was, his heart slowly starting to pound in his chest as he turned on the spot, looking everywhere. 

“Felicity?” he called out louder, just a hint of frantic seeping into his voice. Where was she? Had something happened while he had been asleep?


He was full out panicking now, running to the bathroom and pushing the door open, unable to find her anywhere, his heart thumping painfully. No. No. No. She had to be alright. 

A sound came from the outer room and he ran back out, adrenaline pumping through his veins, and stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw dropped. The clear wall on the left had been made a screen, and Sara’s face was plastered all over it. She was smiling and looking at the camera, with that small devious grin on her face she used to sport before the island, speaking.

“Hey Ollie,” she waved slightly, then someone behind the camera fidgeted and readjusted the entire thing, and came back again while he stared in shock. 

“So, you know how these videos go. We used to have them like crazy before the island, remember? Anyways, just wanted to tell you that you are the best, albeit stubborn, but best man I have ever known. And you deserve happiness more than anyone. I hope you find it. I’m so proud to have you as my friend.” She spoke to someone behind the camera then nodded. “Anyways, not much time left, so happy birthday, big guy! I hope this one doesn’t suck like the last 143 ones.”

With a wink, she faded from the screen, and he reeled. When? How? But before he could catch up, his mother’s face filled the screen, and his breath hitched at the exasperated look on her face he had though he would never see again. 

“Thea, make it quick, I have a meeting… Oh, we’re on?” She nodded and smiled at the camera. “I remember the day you were born, Oliver. So small and so beautiful. You changed me that day. I was reborn with you. Happy birthday, my beautiful boy. I’m so proud of the man you have become and remember, you’ll never be without me.”

A tear escaped his eyes as his mouth trembled and he watched, transfixed as the screen shifted to the inside of STAR Labs where Barry was holding the camera, grinning so widely that Oliver felt a smile tug on his lips just watching his excitement. Barry fixed the camera on some stand and came on the screen. “So, when I was told to make this for your birthday, I’ll admit I flipped out.” He bounced a little and Oliver chuckled.

“I used to look up to you long before I knew any of this, before I knew you. And when I did get into the madness that is this world, despite of what anybody would tell me, I knew that you were the strongest man I knew, with the kindest heart.” Barry shrugged a little. “So, even though we are busy with our own things, I’m so glad I have you to count on, wherever, whenever.”

Oliver smiled remembering the words Barry had said to him, knowing he was there for him too. Barry continued. “You inspire me everyday to fight for what I believe in, to trust myself. I’m so thankful to have you as a friend in my life. Happy birthday, Oliver.”

With a small nod, he took the camera and shifted it to get Caitlin and Cisco on screen, the latter who was literally bouncing. “I still cannot believe I actually know you! This is so freaking cool. Anyways, happy birthday!”

Caitlin chimed in with her wishes and Ray came on screen behind Cisco. “So, I just happened to be here and since everyone is doing this, so am I. Happy birthday, Oliver. I know we have had our differences, but I’m glad to know you. You truly are an inspiring man.”

Oliver shook his head, still shocked as the screen shifted to Diggle and Lyla, in their living room, holding a squealing Sara. His mouth lifted watching them.

John spoke ruefully. “You know how verbal I am about my feelings, Oliver.” 

A chuckle escaped Oliver before he knew it and he shook his head as John grinned on screen. “Yeah, right man. You know. So, I’ll just say this. We have been through some pretty bad shit together, and we will in future too. But we’ll get through man. Because you’re my brother. Happy birthday, Oliver. You deserve to celebrate it more than anyone else.”

“Happy birthday, Oliver,” Lyla chimed in. “Thank you for bringing Johnny back.”

And their faces faded away and Detective Lance came up, his gruff face and in his officer’s uniform. Oliver frowned but listened. “I know you used to be the bad guy but since you try a better way and Ms. Smoak vouches for you, I know now you are one of the good ones. So happy birthday, Arrow.”

Laurel came on next with a smile. “I know we don’t always see eye-to-eye, but I am proud of the man you have become. Happy birthday, Oliver. I’ve learned a lot from you. Hope you’re having fun.”

The shot cut out and Oliver leaned back against the wall, his knees weak but eyes fixed, surprised when he saw a scruffier Roy come on screen, smiling the way he used to, and Oliver felt a deep pang go through his chest.

“You know, I’m proud to have annoyed you enough to let me get in the team.” Oliver chuckled at that, and watched Roy smile. “I don’t know where exactly I am going but the one thing I learned from you is how to keep walking, even when everything seems hard. It’s not hard. I’m actually happy. So, thank you, for everything. And happy birthday.”

There was silence before finally, Thea came one, in the loft, smiling. “Heyya, Ollie. I hope you are having a great time just being wherever you are and won’t tell me.” 

She raised her eyebrows pointedly before shaking her head. “All of us are happy and fine here and I actually found something special for you, for your birthday. I love you so much, Ollie, and you are still the best brother in the world. You’ll always be. Happy birthday! Now wait.”

She got up and sat down with a tablet, grinning. “I’ve connected it so the next thing you watch will be straight from here. Enjoy!”

There was static before Tommy’s face came on screen and Oliver fell back into the wall, his hand clamping over his mouth at his grinning best friend. He looked so young. 

“So,” Tommy began, “Thea told me she was planning something grand for your birthday since you probably only celebrated with wild vegetation on the island. So, this video is to be shown to you before her amazing party, so that you’ll remember it. Ever since I saw you doing that stunt on the monkey bars when we were 4, I have thought you were the coolest person I knew. Well, that changed. I am the coolest person I know.”

His chuckle made Oliver’s mouth tremble as Tommy continued, looking more serious. “Who you are is my best friend, my brother, who came back to me and I have never been more grateful of anything in my life as I was of the day they announced they had found you. I know this violates our code, but I love you man. You are so strong, and so good and I wish you the most happiness in the world. Happy birthday, Ollie! To celebrating life.”

The screen cut out and Oliver stood on shaking legs, the tears flowing freely now, as the screen came alive one last time with Felicity’s smiling face looking back at him, instantly soothing his frazzled nerves.

“Soooo,” she began, biting her lip slightly. “This idea was actually Tommy’s. Thea showed me the video last year, after Christmas one day, and we got to planning. So she got your mom on the camera and I did Sara. But since, well, Slade happened, it got delayed and I really wanted to do this this year but then shit hit the fan with Ra’s and finally I can! Tommy inspired this, and everyone contributed recently, and I just pieced it all together. So, I hope you enjoyed this. Happy birthday, Oliver!”

Finally, the projector was turned off and only the firelight illuminated the area. Oliver was too stunned, too touched to even move. He felt her hands come up to his face, wiping his tears and looked sideways to see her luminous, beautiful blue eyes shining up at him, his shirt hanging on her small frame. 

“When?” he managed to utter, his voice hoarse with the emotions.

She smiled softly. “A few days ago. Everyone mailed me the videos and I just compiled it all together. I thought since it’s been eight years that you haven’t…”

She shrugged and bit her lip again. “Happy birthday, Oliver.”

His mouth trembled, staggered by the love this woman held for him, feeling so gifted, so undeserving of every memory she made with him. And she knew him too well, because the next thing he knew, she was pulling him in front of the fire, and removing his shirt from her body, standing naked and so, so beautiful.

She placed a hand on his heart, looking up at him with her wide eyes. “You are the most stubborn, exasperating and controlling man that I know.” A smile lifted her mouth, and he just looked back at her in awe. “You are also the best, most selfless and obviously the most handsome.”

A laugh escaped him at her words and she grinned. “You are beautiful, Oliver, inside out.”

He leaned forward and touched their foreheads together. “I don’t deserve you, Felicity.”

She smiled. “I mostly prove you wrong, Oliver. And I’ll happily spend my life proving you wrong again.”

She pushed up on her tiptoes, pressing her body to his, pulling him closer as she brushed his mouth. “Happy birthday, my love.”

Heart pounding with her nearness, still not used to the freedom he could take with her, the way he could hold her, make love to her, like he had dreamed for so long, he pulled her closer, slanting his mouth more solidly over hers, her endearment still surprising him.

They kissed softly for a few minutes, his emotions moved beyond words and she seemed to understand, pulling back slightly. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, hugging her close, burying his face in her hair. 

She brushed his growing hair with her fingers, just silently holding him while he got his bearings. 

“You are everything, Oliver,” she muttered softly into his neck. “Everything.”

His heart constricted and he gripped her hair, crushing her mouth with his, their bloods heating. Even after having her constantly on every conceivable surface for almost a week, the hunger for her still gnawed at him. He would just be getting used to her and she would do or say something that would stump him again. Only she could turn him into a beast from a mush in a heartbeat. Only she could make him fall in love with her even more every second that she breathed. 

He pulled her down on the rug with him, keeping their mouths locked and their tongues tangled. He had never fathomed, not even a month ago, that he would live to see another birthday, much less to celebrate it. He had never fathomed, not even two weeks ago, that he would be celebrating it with her on a rug in front of a fireplace in a snowed in cottage in a town he did not know the name of. He had never fathomed he would be so content with her, body and soul.

Like so many things about himself, he had forgotten something so simple like his birthday. And moving over her, after eight long, hellish years, he realized it had all been worth it, for this precious gift, for this precious moment, for her reminder of who he was. 

For her.

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This has been hanging out on my computer for who knows how long so I thought I’d post it. I’ve been thinking about streaming while I paint. I wonder if anyone would be interested in watching?

Telepath - Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by fandango

Words: 1115
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: fighting, robbery
Requested: nope i’ve been working on this for like two weeks now and i wanted to post it
Authors Note: YAY EARLY POST! YAY CUTE PETER! YAYYY! The situation is that you’re a telepath in school with Peter. Yeah. That’s about it. ALSO YOU CAN IMAGINE THIS WITH ANY PETER PARKER YOU WISH.

Masterlist. Request List.

Part Two

You forced yourself to stay awake; there were twenty minutes of class left. But you could have sworn there were only twenty minutes left, twenty minutes ago.

Your teacher wasn’t paying attention to anyone behind him, as he was facing the board. So you decided it was a good chance to try and make these twenty minutes enjoyable.

You looked at a few of your classmates and landed on a girl with brown hair. “The party tonight is going to be so great tonight! I bet I could get my boyfriend to-” You decided YOU didn’t want to hear that thought continued, and skipped to the next person.

You tuned into a boy who sat in the middle of the classroom who probably stuck gum under the desks. “Would anyone notice if I farted right n-” Skip.

You then tuned to the girl who sits in front of you. “Did he just say that? I am so triggered right now.” She snickered and you moved on.

The only other person that didn’t seem to be falling asleep was Peter Parker, so you wondered what was keeping him energized. You didn’t really know Peter all too well, but why not? “Eighteen minutes left. Can this go any slower? There’s a robbery in pursuit and if I can get out I catch them! It would be so easy to sling around and get them. Go faster, time!

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Arrow Hellatus Project - Arrow Summer Rewatch (by olicityalamode & geniewithwifi) Week 19 | You Need To Tell Oliver Goodbye

‘You okay? I’m sorry, that’s a stupid question. You just saw your sister coming back from being mostly dead and you’re about to give up everything you know and love, so you’re probably not.’
‘I remember the first time that I thought I’d never see Thea again. When my father’s boat went down.’
‘But you did see her again. And you’ll see her again… again.’
‘This is different. I’ve just been thinking about the person I was, the brother that I was, and how he probably died when that boat went down. All this time, I’ve been struggling with who I am.’
‘And you think who you’re supposed to be is the next Ra’s Al Ghul?’
‘Honestly? I don’t know. The only thing that I know for sure is that everything that I’ve done, everything that happened, it led me right here. To this moment. And, Felicity, if that’s true, then I don’t know what it was all for.’
‘I do. I wish that I could change your mind about staying here. And I know I can’t. Just like I know how leaving you here is going to destroy me. I don’t regret a single moment. And you shouldn’t either. You have done so much. You have saved so many people’s lives, and you have changed so many for the better. Including mine. Knowing you has changed my life. You’ve opened up my heart in a way I didn’t even know was possible. I love you.’

by cherrychapssstick

submission from @avemasterherondale 

Hey, a few days ago (maybe a week??) you got an ask about Jewish Jack Zimmermann and you said you didn’t want to write headcanons for it because you aren’t Jewish. If you don’t mind me hijacking your ask, I am Jewish and I definitely have Jewish Jack Zimmermann thoughts and I figured I would share them with you for that person, and you can send it forward if you’d like. Anyway, thoughts: 

Jack Zimmermann who grew up going to shul on Saturday mornings and maybe even day schools during the week. He probably had shul friends that he only saw on saturday mornings (and that was so nice for this anxious little butterfly because he knew that they were going to be there regardless of whether he was there or not so he knew he wasn’t bothering or inconveniencing them. Also, since he only saw them once a week, they always had things to talk about and didn’t have to worry about awkward lulls in conversation).

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anonymous asked:

What would you say is your favourite le carré novel?

I really hope you weren’t hoping for a simple answer because that is not the kind of answer I can give when it comes to le Carré, but I will try to at least keep it succinct =P

I think my overall favourite just in terms of characters, personal connection, and how much it broke my fucking heart is probably A Perfect Spy. it’s just… amazing, tbh, in terms of story and character but also in terms of the fact that I am literally dragged within an inch of my life by the character of Magnus Pym and he’s one of only a few characters who think and act like me, and it was very validating to know that even if I am destined to be a freak and a Bad Human, I’m not so far gone that my thought processes are inconceivable.

in terms of scandal, drama, betrayal, intrigue, robbery, fraud, messy bitches, etc, then it’s got to be Tinker Tailor Solider Spy. like, it’s just a perfect thriller, you know? amazing characters, a good mystery solved piece by piece, my literal grandfather George Smiley, office politics, office scandal, Karla literally asking Jim Prideaux for office gossip and then bitching about Circus personalities, and literally every single line related in any way to Bill Haydon. also breaks my heart, so definitely would recommend.

finally in terms of my literal grandfather George Smiley, I love le Carré’s first novel, Call For The Dead. I cannot believe it’s his first novel? it kicks absolute ass and I absolutely loved seeing Smiley in that kind of story. I didn’t see him quite like that again until Smiley’s People, which, come to think of it, is also a favourite of mine when it comes to my literal grandfather George Smiley. also, as you probably guessed, both these books also broke my heart and so I would recommend.

I could go on, but I probably should not. this is the simplest answer I can give you. not to sound like Connie Sachs too much but like, I just really love all my boys.

Okay am I the only person who genuinely wonders if they’re kind/nice?? Like it’s 1:45am so my mind is probably just wandering but I’m sitting in the bathroom, waiting for my mac n cheese to microwave, trying to figure out if I’m nice or not. I mean, I try to be?? It’s definitely not always easy, and I’ve fucked up more than a few times, but I really do try.

  • How flirting is supposed to be: did it hurt when you fell from heaven ;)
  • How I end up flirting: hi would you like a fresh cold Bepsi. Chimpanzees are omnivores and snakes can detach their jaws from their skulls. What are your thoughts on immigration? Also I could probably beat you in a fight just so you know

A/N: I had only planned to write around 700 words because I honestly thought that I couldn’t write that much for this fandom. But here I am, almost 1500 words later. It’s for the Witch Hunter series by Virginia Boecker ( @virgboecker )which I just finished. I absolutely loved the books. It’s been long since I last wrote in first person ugh and I had to correct the mistakes so many times because I kept adding “you" instead of ”I”.

I thank everyone who has encouraged me to publish this (probably) very first fanfic in this whole fandom lol. 

[Edit]: If you ever read this, Miss Boecker, please do not feel insulted by my bad writing or bad characterization. I tried my best. 

Summary: It’s a fresh start after the war. And Elizabeth, the former witch hunter wonders whether she is suited for peace like this.

Pairing: Elizabeth Grey x John Raleigh

Word Count: 1480

Warnings: SPOILER ALERT. If you had planned to read this book and want to stay safe, then don’t read this. but overall. Fluff and aesthetic writing.

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The Psychology Behind Joe Strummer

I am writing this because as a person who has studied and given a lot of thought (too much thought probably) to Joe Strummer; I may be able, to some extent, explain why Joe had a difficulty keeping relationships. As well as give you a new perspective to the human in him, for he was not only an icon, but a human as well. So consider this. 

(Disclaimer: this is merely a theory of mine based on all I’ve learnt about him coupled with my knowledge in psychology)

As many of you know, Joe grew up mostly away from home and as he himself admitted; he decided (probably as a defense mechanism) to create a detachment from his parents.

In psychology terms, child neglect is a type of maltreatment related to the failure to provide needed care to a child. This could’ve been what Joe and his brother David faced growing up away from home. Child Neglect can lead to an adulthood of difficulty creating relationships, as well as effects such as; anxiety, dissociation and depression. Many children who face neglect often grow up believing they are unworthy of being loved or not knowing what love is.

In 1970 David Mellor, Joe’s older brother, had become increasingly withdrawn and subsequently committed suicide, an event that Joe would describe as the “worst day of his life.” Could David’s depression, perhaps, be rooted from the negligence he faced growing up? It is likely. 

Joe, on the other hand had a reason to live: his passion for music.
However he could’ve been, too, subconsciously affected by the things that drove David off the edge.
In many interviews he mentioned how phony love songs were to him, and by his increasing number of girlfriends/affairs, it doesn’t take a genius to realize he was disillusioned with the idea of love.
Supposing that I am correct, then it makes sense that he cheated so much; he didn’t feel affection for his girlfriends so he didn’t see the flaw in sleeping with other girls. This however, does not mean he deemed them all as insignificant, or that it was entirely his conscious doing. Perhaps it was his subconscious need to find the affection he craved as a child, looking for it in carnal ways and finding only temporary fulfillment. 

In the song Rebel Waltz he mentions how he saw “his only one” in a dream. This points to Wish Fulfillment, which according to Freud, is our unconscious repressed desire becoming a reality through our dreams. 
Thus, in Freudian terms, all Joe really wanted was to feel love, yet what was love? In one interview he describes romantic relationships as something you “have to deal with.” Chances are he didn’t really know what romantic love felt like. 

In the late 1980s Joe became depressed, specifically around the time he was working on his first solo album “Earthquake Weather.” 
If you pay attention to certain songs you see right through him, right through the rockstar and into the man inside.

“Nobody really thinks about you when you’re gone.”
“Suppose I should drag my stuff on out, but I don’t like the memories.”

What do you call that? Sexism? Naiveness? No, it is merely someone who was hurt but too proud to admit to it, someone who grew up alone and probably felt that way many times, even in the company of others.  

minky-for-short  asked:

Great Comet or Hamilton <3

You’re great so you get both!

Great Comet:

1. favorite character?

Can we talk about my daughter Sofia Alexandrovna Rostova??? She’s my favorite ever

2. favorite person to play said favorite character?

Britain Ashford, though I think she’s the only one to ever play Sonya?

3. character you relate to the most?

Again, probably Sonya? I’ve had friends who iced me out and left me and just been straight up hateful when I thought we were so close? And it’s so worse

4. character you would most like to play?

Marya tbh I mean what an angel I love her

5. character you would most like to meet?

Hélène I am G A Y

6. most underrated character?

Probably Mary? She’s just so sad and alone and I want to hold her

7. favorite sung line(s)?

“All of my life I spent searching the words of poets and saints and prophets and kings, and now at the end all I know that I’ve learned is that all that I know is I don’t know a thing”

“H u s s y”

“Marya Dmitryevna tried to speak again but naTASHA CRIED OUT ‘GO AWAY GO AWAY YOU ALL HATE AND DESPISE ME’”

8. favorite spoken line(s)?

“If I were not myself, but the brightest, handsomest, best man on earth, and if I were free, I would get down on my knees this minute and ask you for your hand, and for your love”

9. first song you heard from the show?


10. song you play on repeat?

The Abduction, Letters, and The Ball

11. song you skip when it comes on shuffle?

Ah, the Broadway version of Private and Intimate Life? I don’t like it as much as the old one

12. most underrated song?

Natasha and Bolkonskys

13. favorite head cannon?

Natasha falls in love with Mary and they live happily ever after

14. three words that describe this show?

Innovative, unique, crying

15. overall rate?

20/10 I love this musical


1. favorite character?

Eliza! Or Philip

2. favorite person to play said favorite character?

Pippa and Anthony are my favorite Eliza and Philip forever

3. character you relate to the most?

Hmm…probably Alexander tbh? I too am a bisexual asshat

4. character you would most like to play?


5. character you would most like to meet?

Eliza! Except I’d be too in awe to speak to her

6. most underrated character?


7. favorite sung line(s)?

“She takes his hand…….It’s quiet uptown”

“You forfeit your right to my heart. You forfeit your place in our bed, you sleep in your office instead”

8. favorite spoken line(s)?

…..are there any spoken lines?

9. first song you heard from the show?

Aaron Burr, Sir

10. song you play on repeat?

Yorktown and It’s Quiet Uptown

11. song you skip when it comes on shuffle?

Any and all of the king George songs tbh, they’ve started to get on my nerves

12. most underrated song?

What songs are underrated….Best of Wives and Best of Women? And also Let It Go, from the workshop, it’s my favorite

13. favorite head cannon?

Alex isn’t a dick who cheats on his wife and gets himself shot

14. three words that describe this show?

War, heartbreak, crying (again)

15. overall rate?

9/10 Eliza deserved more lines

I am not an easy person to love, nor do I love easily. Not until you’ve delved into the inside of me and learned your way through the outside. Most people find that water is much kinder on the perfect stillness of the surface than in the churning current beneath it all. And they would not assume that there are things I can’t stand about my body, scar tissue on my stomach, a collection of solitary sadness that has accumulated over a long period of time. Though I am not a sad, pretty girl who blames her parents for her eating disorder and anxiety. I have no one to blame but myself. And perhaps that’s why I am not a nice person. I am blunt, critical, easily frustrated, stubborn to an extent. Regrettably hopeful. Because hope is dangerous when someone means so much to you. But if a boy flattered me with flowers for a month and I felt nothing to him, I would probably forget his name every day. I wish only for the capacity to let go and move on when the role that a significant person played in your life comes to an end. You can’t make islands out of people. You need to learn how to swim. And yet I am always the one who tries to love harder. Ultimately terrified of being forgotten.
our secret

“i take comfort in being with you.”

(the secret sleepover Zay lets out in the bus ride

this is set after they started high school, maybe a little bit after permanent record or something)


It was way too late in the night to be wandering around the streets of Greenwich Village, but that’s where I ended up.

My parents had given me a piece of their mind after seeing that I received a C on a test and told me I should stay at Isaiah’s so they could cool off. Although Zay’s family was always welcoming, I decided not to stay there. Instead, I’m walking around Riley’s building debating whether or not I should climb the fire escape.

I eventually climb up and see that Riley’s light was on and I knock on her window.

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anonymous asked:

Hi. I dont want to be an asshole and Im sorry if I sound like one, since you seem to be a nice person. But I just read your twitter post about supporting each other in the fandom and it got me a bit.. frustrated. I never saw you reblog/support one other (unfamous)artist and I never understood why. Thats perfectly fine, since its your own choice. But that post..? It doesnt add up to that. People are supporting the shit out of you and you dont seem to give that back to them. Its really a shame. :/

Good evening! 

For this, I think I need to quickly clear something up before I give a reply (don’t worry, I am going to answer your question below!): with the tweets I made, I wasn’t talking about reblogging/exposure etc, I was talking about how artists communicate with each other and how you as the artist act towards people who do the same type of work. The point I tried to make was that if you’re an artist, in fandom especially, who comes across somebody whose art you admire, you shouldn’t see them as a threat, but as a source of motivation (there isn’t a reason why I made these tweets right now btw, nothing happened in particular, it’s just something I felt like talking about). 

I didn’t go into detail there, but with “supporting each other”, I was talking about directly communicating with other artists, as many people in fandom do. You ask others for advice, you share advice when asked etc, you share your experience with fellow artists so all of you can learn and grow, instead of being spiteful towards others.
Reblogging art is absolutely part of supporting others, but for the thread I made, that wasn’t what I meant, it was about another very specific part of being part of a fandom. I wasn’t very clear about that I, I should’ve clarified that somewhere.

But!! Your question still stands, and it’s a good question to which I can only give a half-decent answer I think? This is my art blog, where I post things I made myself, and that’s pretty much it. I only reblog gifts and replies to a post if somebody explicitly asks for my input. The reason for that is that I want to keep my things in a neat little spot so that if somebody is interested in looking for my work, they can easily find it. So reblogging other people’s art on this blog is not something I wanna do because, yeah, it’s my art blog.

I have thought about making a reblog-only-blog several times so I can share works I like with people, but I haven’t made one yet because I’ve been so horribly busy for the better part of a year now that I am completely not up to date with anything (I haven’t scrolled through my dashboard in months, I only ever see the first couple posts on my feed and that’s it). I’m aware that this probably isn’t a good reason, but I’m the type of person who feels completely blocked when a lot is going on in their life, and opening another blog and looking for things to reblog just wasn’t in the front row while I had so many things to keep in mind, I’m already struggling to keep the blogs I have active. I think this might be worth a shot though once I’m done with the projects I’m working on rn, for example, when I have time to sit back and take an hour or two to look through my dashboard and look at cool art. 

I do support other artists if it’s of any consolation, albeit through smaller things I suppose (I share what I know when I’m asked about it, I commission people for art and fics whenever I have the money for it, I try to explain what I’m doing during streams etc) , but there is absolutely more I can do, I completely agree with you there. I would need a separate blog for it though because, as I said earlier, this is my art blog. 

I hope this is somewhat understandable (my English starts to fail whenever I try to explain something in a long answer) and that I could answer your question! In short, I will set up a blog for reblogs etc once I have more free time.