i don't care if it's her back


Making History | 1.03

Leighton Meester as Deborah Revere

Listen guys, an anon told me that their friends LAUGH at me behind my back and I feel so cyber bullied right now

Girls are so MEAN, and middle school is so TOUGH, I miss elementary school where people just sent me death threats 😢

I’m a real fan of the show right now (in terms of storylines/quality of writing and acting etc.) but if we still don’t get to see Brandon react to Callie’s situation now that she’s potentially going to prison, then I’m calling bullshit.

I mean remember when Brandon almost attacked Vico because he taunted him about Callie going back to juvie, but I’m sure he’ll take her going to adult prison for years fine right?? Because that makes sense


The notion of Pinkie Pie desperately trying to act excessively sophisticated is endearing and amusing to me. I’d kill to see her earnest attempt at a boring, Grand Galloping Gala style party.


“You don’t belong here”

twenty-five days of peter and olivia
↳ day eight - favorite kiss

Thinking about Draco those first few weeks back gives me feels

Every August Draco get a little excited about the possibility of running into Granger in Diagon Alley. Him spending hours on end waiting for her in Florish and Blots just to possibly run into her accidentally on purpose. Getting excited to see what she wears on the train because she puts in a little more effort each year. Him smiling the first time he sees her hand shoot up in class again. Secretly checking out how much better she fills out the uniform. Catching her reading in positions that look wildly uncomfortable all over the castle (mostly the library) and having to hold back his smile. Blaise’s annual “so Granger looks good this year” comment that sets Draco into a jealous fit and Blaise into a laughing fit. Scheduling his Hogsmead trip so he can see her the most. Making sure he’s at the Three Broomsticks when she is because every time she licks the butterbeer foam of her lip and he can’t miss it. Draco falling for her all over again each fall. Yeah all the feels..

anonymous asked:

(2) She took confident strides towards me, rare in someone so small. She seemed so delicate with such a thin body, but I knew better than to test her patience by mentioning that. With a smirk, she tied her soft waves back from her face. I was almost tempted to reach out to touch them, to see if they were as soft as they looked, but I restrained myself from such a presumptive act. She stopped in front of me and looked up, ignoring the Nevada sun peeking over my shoulder. So this was Ray.



Then behind her, another voice.
That voice.
“Stay here. I’ll come back for you.”
She whirled, glazed eyes desperately scanning the dark gaps between the slender trees, trying to penetrate the darkness.
“Where are you?” She started running toward the voice.
“I’ll come back, sweetheart. I promise.”

ppl aggressively scream about not caring about a “big heterosexual reveal” and I’m here like??? what??? did I miss? Maxwell and Jacobi scene cements them as a brotp? We all knew Minkowski had a husband since ep 15? Where is it? Where’s the reveal? All I see is a good, action filled episode where Renee, after almost getting killed, learns that nobody is waiting for her back home.

Where is this “het bullshit,” as you insist on calling it?

Queen of Shadows

She will fight for her cousin  yeah yeah sure.

 She will fight for her friend HA. HA. HA. HAHAHHAHAHAH!!!!! OHH GOOD ONE!!! haha… No seriously like ??????

And she will fight for her people  ?????

Nah, there was only one character in the whole book fighting for that friend, and its name was not Lillian, not Celaena, not Elentiya not Aelin. And that same character was the one fighting alongside the rebels to save the people, people from Rithfold or any other kingdom with magic on their blood. Chaol Westfall everybody.

other people have made better posts about this, but i just……..god, i don’t even know how to put it. but carrie fisher’s unrepentant discussion of coping with addiction and bipolar disorder and doing the shit she needed to if she wanted to take care of herself and her family has been so so so important to me. it’s not easy, it fucked her over again and again, and she got back up every single time and that’s a level of strength that so many people seem completely oblivious to and it just breaks my heart that she’s gone. i will miss her. i will really, really miss her, and everything she gave to the world.

but i like to picture her showing up at the stereotypical pearly gates and just being like “you know who i am” and strides right in to exist happily ever after forever and ever without having to fight her brain anymore.

Tonight taylorswift replied to my bestest friend, India goodgirlwhoshopeful, after she received a horrible anon message, and I just want to say how thankful I am for you, Taylor. India has loved you for 9 years, and you can’t even begin to understand how much it means to both of us that you have her back and that you took time out of your day to reply to her. Every day I think you can’t get more inspiring, or loving, or generous, and then you do something like this. Thank you for bringing us together, thank you for giving me a best friend who is always there for me, thank you for having our backs like we have yours. We’re forever on your side, I love you so much.

I don’t know why people are so hung up over Carol’s age as if it deems her less worthy of a romantic plot in the show. Take that backward immature and frankly stupid thinking back to whatever cave you carved it out of, and celebrate the fact that we have an amazingly strong female lead. Who by the way don’t need no man, but still chooses to care for and love Daryl anyway because she represents a real older woman who *shock* still has human emotions underneath all that maturity that some morons can’t see past as if it’s some rare occurrence that happens once every 12 solar eclipses. Gtfo. And guess what, Daryl feels the same way about Carol as she does him, so watch this pair of dirt faced greased up soul mates kill walkers together and walk into the sunset. See if I care about those salty tears.

the lack of details about ziva’s death is completely disturbing and as long as the writers refuse to give her character the closure that she deserves i will refuse to believe that she is dead and i will still wait for the day she and tony see each other again

Same Face, Different Man ||Closed with hiscorruptedpower||

One. Two. Three. Rose counted down in her head before shooting the cannon and leaping through the void. Each jump seemed to take a little more out of Rose, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t care. There was one goal, and one goal only, The Doctor. Find him.

Who knew where or when she would end up this time. It was like putting your music on shuffle, only with all of time and space. She shut her eyes tightly and tried not to breath has she traveled through the nothingness.

Then there was ground. Hard pavement against her skin as she tried to catch her footing before falling.

Traveling through the void was a lot like jumping, then falling.

Rose picked herself up and dusted herself off, slinging the dimension cannon over her shoulder to let it recharge, as she looked around. The buildings around her were 100% recognizable as modern day New York, the city that never sleeps, the perfect potential spot for a Time Lord visit. Rose knew the drill: Search the city, find him. If he’s not here, charge the canon and go elsewhere. It has been a ritualistic practice for many years.

Rose’s stomach growled. How long had it been since she had eaten? It was hard to tell when no part of her time was linear. At least a day, probably longer. The smell of chips from the street vendors called to her. Fine. Food first.

Of course to get food one needs money, and Rose was fresh out of the American dollar. It was probably smart for her to get some American currency anyways, who knew how long she’d be here. Rose reached into her pack and took out a universal bank card that she had stolen from a time agent a few years back. This allowed her to get money from any bank, at any time, as long as there were credits on it. Which, the last time she had checked, it was a very rich Time agent.

Heading to the nearest bank, Rose walked inside and stood behind a man in a purple suit, waiting to see a teller.

Something about the man in front of her… his build, his hair, even his voice…wait a second… could it be? No… but maybe. The Doctor?

He was saying something to the teller. Something about money. Loads and loads of money. Hundreds of thousands of dollars actually. That couldn’t have been right. And the way the teller was just handing over stacks of bills without question. No asking for ID or a card or an account number. Just handing over money like it was the only thing he knew how to do… no… something was definitely wrong.

“Oi! What is going on here? ” Rose said, interrupting the transaction between the man in the suit, and the teller, by stepping between them and facing the man.

That face… a little more scruffy than usual, slightly older, but almost uncanny to the face of The Doctor.

“… Doctor?”


Title: This Ain’t No Bend and Snap
Author: holysmoaksoliver
Word Count: 3243
Summary: For the Arrow Movie AU Challenge- week 3- Comedy.  Based on Legally Blonde.  Genderbent AU.  Oliver is a charmer whose life has always been easy.  But when his girlfriend, Laurel, breaks up with him the night he’s set to propose, Oliver realizes that his life may be due for a change if he wants to win her back.

A/N:  So, this got super bromancy for a first meeting for Oliver and Diggle.  But I don’t even care. Because I love them, and I love this little piece.  So, hopefully you are able to suspend reality for a moment and just enjoy some Oliggle bro time.

No one in Oliver’s life had ever taken him seriously.  Not his parents, not his teachers, not his friends.  Not even his amazing girlfriend Laurel– who he’d been dating for the last eight months of their senior year at CULA– although she’d probably taken him more seriously than anyone else in his life.

At least until Laurel dumped him the night Oliver was set to propose.

He still remembered the burn of the ring in his pocket when she’d called him “Pooh Bear” and walked out.  She’d told him that if she was going to make partner at a law firm by the time she was 30, she needed a “Vanderbilt, not a Nessman.”  And Oliver would be lying if he didn’t say he had to Google what a “Nessman” was.  Although flattered at being compared to a male model, it didn’t change the fact that Oliver was Vanderbilt material; he knew he was, even if no one else did.  He had the wealth and the connections.  But more than that- he had the smarts.  Just because he graduated with a degree in Sports Sciences didn’t mean that he hadn’t worked for his 4.0 GPA.

It wasn’t until Oliver saw a photo of Laurel with her cousin and her cousin’s fiancé– a third year law student at Yale– that Oliver knew what he had to do.

He had to go to law school.

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