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To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before

I turned my head with an eyebrow raised as she stepped out of her apartment building for the last time. She had a bag packed, draped over her shoulder, and a smile that made my heart stop. She really was coming with me.

 It was then that I realize that she was exactly what I had been looking for all this time.

I’ve never been good at that lovey-dovey, chick-flick moment crap, but there have been a few girls in my life that I thought I loved. 

And I owe them an apology because it turns out that the feelings I had for them weren’t love. I thought they were, but now, knowing the way I feel for Y/N… I have only every truly loved her.

Cassie. She was firey and passionate, and she knew what she wanted. Ultimately, the minute I bared my heart to her, revealed my world to her, she dismissed me as though I couldn’t be bothered to tell her the truth. Even after years apart when she found out the truth, I thought I could love her still. I had really never stopped loving her, but something was missing. 

I didn’t know it at the time, but I know what was wrong now. 

She wasn’t you. 

Lisa. She took me in when I thought I had no place to go. She offered me a home and a life outside of this life. She loved me unconditionally and never questioned the broken mess that I was. She allowed me to love Ben which may have been her greatest gift. She was the hardest to walk away from. 

In the end, my reason for leaving would be Sam, but I realize now what I didn’t know then. 

She wasn’t you. 

Part of me wishes I could go back in time and undo the time that I spent with these women because it was time spent that I could have been finding you, could have been loving you. But I realize now that those experiences made me the man that I am today. Without them, I’m not sure if I would be ready to love you as fully as I do. Without them I may never have realized that you were what I was really missing. 

So, to all the girls I’ve loved before… thank you. Thank you for opening my eyes and making me see. Making me see that I am capable of a love that is greater than myself, capable of loving so deeply it hurts, capable of laying it all on the line once I really found the right reason to. 

And Y/N, that reason is you. I think you know that, or you wouldn’t be coming with me now. 

I just want you to know those women helped make me a better man for you, but I’m so glad that I finally have you in my arms because you are what’s right in my world. You pull me from the darkness. You saved me when I was lost. You are the love of my life.

You, I could never live without. 

Problems of the tg fanbase

Hey guys is it just me who has had problems with a certain corner of the Tokyo ghoul fanbase? I’m guessing some have guessed who i’m talking about, yes the transgender fanbase are so aggressive and they can spoil the fun of this manga sometimes by forcing their opinion onto others, its pathetic really but who am i to judge.

Calum Hood Imagine

*Imagine based vaguely off of “All of Me” by John Legend. 


“I think I’m going to stay home tonight, you should just go on without me.” You wrapped your arms around yourself and took a seat on your bed.

Calum stopped getting dressed and eyed you suspiciously “I’m not going without you. What’s wrong?”

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mlledefer  asked:

So, for a happy HC After his death, Ardyn is finally able to reconcile with his family and get a big hug from his daughter:"We miss you, dada" This is probably never gonna happen, but it's nice to dream something happy once in a while

Oh dear you’ve gone and opened up a fucking crate of head canon feels here I go… Because I had a similar thought before.

A few quick disclaimers before I continue… First, I’m writing and drawing this within the context of my own head canon (because what else would I do?) so it’s up to your to swap things out for your own or…. you know… disregard all of it and tell me to go fuck myself. Heheheh…
Second, a little background music always helps, and I came up with all of this while listening to the ending theme of FFVIII. It’s so perfect…. ah god I love this song.
THIRD.. This post will give a little more insight to what I have here.


Ardyn woke up gasping as if he’d not felt breath in ages. He had died, he knew. He had done it. But he was awake. He was… strangely conscious. Not again, he thought. I beat this… I can’t be…

His vision focused and he suddenly realized his surroundings. He knew this place, though it was a sore sight for the glory it once held. Around him were the scorched remains of his bedroom in his marital home. Izunia had burned it along with everything else tied to his legacy. He was on his old bed, a place he’d known numerous pleasures. Not just where he made love to his wife and others, but where his two children were born. Where countless mornings were spent wrapped in another’s embrace, wasting the day away. Where he slept, warm and safe. The silk sheets were now damp and moldy, or at least what little remained of them. Once brightened by vibrant color, the walls and decor were gray and decayed. Ardyn looked towards the windows but could only see a thick fog. It was as if there was nothing out there.

Slowly, he sat up from the bed and placed his feet on the ground. He spent a moment trying to understand whatever could be happening, but there was no answer. Looking upon this place was too much. He felt like destroying all of it, but at the same time, could never bring himself to actually do it. Before he could think too much about it, however, he heard something. A child? Laughing? He jolted to face the door and through it he swore he saw a young blonde girl rush by. Standing, he called “Who’s there?” No response. Cautiously, he crept into the hallway, seeking the figure he’d just seen but finding nothing but more ruined remnants of his once peaceful life. The staircase just a ways off, and he could hear more giggling below. He made his way.

The first thing he saw was his old piano. He’d play for his family and guests, whatever song they enjoyed most. He taught his son, Aiolus, to play and had just begun teaching his small daughter, Galena, to play as well. At least before everything had gone terribly wrong. Just behind the piano were the doors to the back yard, where he and his wife, Florentia, hosted numerous parties. How many times had he gotten so drunk and sang gibberish at the top of his lungs? Gods, there was no telling. Ardyn swore he could hear a joyous crowd out there at this moment. And yet, the area was shrouded and lifeless. 

He continued to make his way, now coming to the dining room. There used to be many more chairs around the table, but only two were left, and sitting on them would prove hazardous. Against the wall was an old chest of drawers where they kept pretty much nothing useful. Ardyn slid his hand against the wood. It was rough and dusty. But as he touched it, he could hear voices echoing through his mind. Playful children, laughing, and jovial conversation with wine. A grimace grew upon his face. What kind of sick joke was this?

The last thing he’d expected was any sort of afterlife, but Bahamut saw fit to torment him further with an eternity alone in the shattered remains of his home? “So…” he whispered to himself, “You cannot get enough of my anguish? Well played…” He did have to hand it to the astrals. This was far worse than living in darkness in a mortal plane for so many centuries.

But there it was again. The innocent giggling of a child. Ardyn turned sharply in its direction, towards the foyer, and this time caught a decent glimpse of his guest. A young girl, with long blonde hair and straight bangs, wearing a white dress. She was smiling so warmly at him, and suddenly rushed off towards the front doors. He took off at once, calling out “Wait!”

He’d reached the wide double doors leading to the outside, but did not find the girl. She meant for him to go out there, he knew, but he was extremely hesitant. At least in here he had the comfort of knowing what was his. All that could be out there was possibly even more agony. And yet…. something about that child… Something so sweet and familiar. Something warm and trustworthy. His breath shook and his hand trembled over the handle of the doors. There wasn’t much more his mind could take… It had been so long…. It had been so horrible. And he’d done awful things just to be allowed to rest, and he didn’t care about any of that. He was glad he had done it. So there couldn’t be anything worth seeing beyond these walls…

When the prophecy is fulfilled, those in thrall to darkness shall know peace.

The words came to him from nowhere, as if the very walls spoke to him. But he knew that voice, and he remembered their keeper… Lunafreya. Was that who he saw?

Whatever was out there… he knew he’d eventually go through. Now was better than ever. Just get it over with… Ardyn sucked in a deep breath and swung the doors open in one fluid motion with his eyes shut tight, bracing himself for the worst.

Through his eyelids, he saw… light.
Vibrant, bright light.
And then… the sounds… of cheering.

Slowly he opened his eyes, his vision gradually adjusting to the sudden glow. And there they were… everyone. The streets were filled with familiar faces. People he knew. People he lived amongst. People he loved and cared for. People he protected from Izunia’s wrath and the starscourge. So many of them.. all before him once again. All of them in an uproar of ovation, laughing, yelling, crying… He knew all these faces, even in passing. This was his home. Everything was new and vivid, full of the life he remembered. Ardyn stood there motionless, lost for breath. The shock had rendered him dumbfounded. What was happening? What was this?!

Before any of this could take him away, he heard it….


The crowd dispersed to reveal the figures he’d mourned for centuries… There they were. Right before him. Florentia, Aiolus, and Galena. Ardyn fell immediately to his knees as his two young children rushed into him, holding him and crying as hard as they could. Especially Aiolus, who was always a sensitive boy. He felt their desperate clinging and pressed them against him, smiling and crying.

Florentia stood a short ways away, allowing her husband to adore his children once again. She had, after all, witnessed everything. There would be much to talk about, and she would love him all the same.

“Dad…” Ailous sobbed happily, burying his face into his chest, clinging to his coat as if for dear life. “I missed you… I missed you so much… Dad… I…”

“Papaaa!” Galena practically sang the word. She reached her tiny hands to grab upon him and laughed enthusiastically as she always had.

Ardyn held them so tightly… “My…. my… It’s really you….” There was no holding it back. He was crying so hard. But the feeling of his children in his arms again… it was too much. Though smiling, he sobbed into them. All of a sudden, everything… everything that had passed in his over two thousand year life came rushing through him. And now…. none of it mattered. He no longer cared. This… this was everything. Just like it had been. “I’m here… I’m home. I’ve….” He gasped between words, unable to compose himself. These were emotions he’d long forgotten. Feeling them now, in such abundance, was more than overwhelming. “I’ve missed you… so much. I love you… My sweet children… by the gods… I have missed you…”

In the middle of the moment, Ardyn suddenly became aware of a presence amid the crowd… He looked up and saw the figure beckoning his attention.

And there she was…

Lady Lunafreya…

She looked upon him softly, and he could see her lips moving to speak. Though the distance between them was distinguishable, he could hear her as if she were standing right beside him…

The Bad Boy |Min Yoongi| (6)

Summary: You’re the good popular girl of the school and then there’s Min Yoongi, the bad boy. You both have family problems, considering people think your life is perfect, so once you get detention with him you click.

Warnings: Cursing, maybe some implied smut, some depressing shit, maybe some angst.

Previous Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Word Count: 2,201

When you came back to his place, you immediately went to get unready. Yoongi had helped you with everything, which you thought was sweet. You stayed up with him until pretty late and you didn’t have doubts about it at all.

“So how are your parents?” He asked.

“Probably going to get a divorce” You replied shrugging.

“Oh. I’m sorry” He said.

“It’s okay. It was bound to happen. They constantly argue” You said.

“I’m here for you no matter what” He said.

“I know thanks. I’m here for you no matter what too” You said with a sweet smile.


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anonymous asked:

How about an MC who has a lot of siblings? Like, A LOT

As someone with a real sibling (and only one), I’d like to say - I know some of the interactions are kinda stereotypical and not very true to life, but I thought they were fun.


  • When MC told him she had older brothers, he didn’t think much about it
  • Until he went to meet her family and discovered she had five
  • Hahaha he’s sweating up a storm as he’s shaking their hands
  • Turns out their all really nice and just as easy to talk to as MC
  • One of her brothers is a little bit of a testosterone fest, but the family joke is that he’s so muscular so that he can give the best hugs ever, because really, he’s like a giant teddy bear
  • Yoosung is significantly less nervous walking out than he was walking in
  • One of her brothers does pull him aside as they’re leaving, however, and just says, “Don’t hurt her. Ever.”
  • He manages to muster his courage and declare, “I wont.”
  • Her brother immediately bursts out laughing, then shouts to MC, “He’s a keeper!”
  • Yoosung’s just “asjhflsakfhajskfhafaklsfha” *hides face in hands while blushing*


  • This is Jaehee’s face 😳
  • MC said they were having dinner with her family
  • “I didn’t realize we were going to a family reunion,” Jaehee whispered to MC when they walked into her parents house. “I would have dressed nicer.”
  • MC laughed, “Oh, no, I have twelve siblings. Most of them are older, so some are married with kids. This is just immediate family.”
  • Jaehee’s eyes bugged out so much MC had to try really hard not to laugh
  • She was VERY respectful towards MC’s mother, as well
  • Also, Jaehee had so much trouble keeping all of her siblings, their spouses, and kids, straight in her head
  • At the end of the get-together, pats Jaehee on the back, saying she did well, and promising to make a comprehensive guide to who’s who in her family (with pictures, names, and all in the form of a family tree), so Jaehee can learn if she’s interested
  • At least Jaehee will never want for family again


  • One morning, Zen gets up and finds MC cooking breakfast and on the messenger
  • He kisses her good morning and half-jokingly asks, “How did you get so good at multitasking?”
  • “Well, when you’re the oldest of seven, you tend to learn.”
  • ?!??!?!
  • Seven?! MC has seven younger siblings?!
  • Well, it turns out, five of them are sisters and two are brothers, there’s a set of twins, two are still in high school, and one is in 5th grade
  • When Zen gets to meet her family, he already knows their names and faces because of MC, and they take an instant liking to him
  • The sister in 5th grade likes him a little too much
  • She wants to take selfies with him every chance she gets, is overly affectionate, kisses him on the cheek, holds his arm, bats her eyes, monopolizes his time, and even chases MC away
  • Zen is super uncomfortable, but MC tells him that he can play along, she’s just a kid and can’t be taken seriously, after all
  • Her other siblings tell him the same thing
  • Aside from the one, uh, overly affectionate sister, the rest of MC’s huge family is nice, and Zen can’t wait to visit them again


  • They were figuring out the guest list for their engagement party
  • MC casually starts listing off her siblings, and it gets up to six before Jumin stops her and asks how many siblings she has
  • Turns out, MC is one of eleven
  • MC does explain that both her parents were married before they met, so she had four half-siblings from her dad, three from her mom, and she was the first of four born from the both of them
  • At the party, it fascinates Jumin to watch MC interact with her siblings, if only because she’s closer with some of them, but they clearly all get along
  • One of her older brothers comes over, and because he’s a lawyer, begins to… interrogate him, but casually
  • Jumin does well to impress her family
  • He also starts wondering if having a lot of children with MC would be better than having just one or two


  • When MC introduced Saeyoung to her family, he already knew all of their names
  • Which is impressive given that she had one older sister and six younger
  • Of course, Saeyoung, is respectful, but with so many younger siblings, Saeyoung discovers that if he’s goofy, performs magic tricks and the like, the younger set of her siblings (the youngest being in 4th grade) will adore him
  • Her family adores him, and her older sister even suggests that Saeyoung bring Saeran around next time
  • Because really, what’s one more member of the family? :)

anonymous asked:

Was Daryl crying when he reunited with Carol? I kind of thought he was crying or very close to crying and I also thought that his voice cracked and quivered when he asked "why'd you go". But my friend said that he wasn't crying, his voice just had an issue during filming. She also said that Daryl doesn't love Carol in "that" way, he just likes and cares for her as a friend and he was relieved when seeing Rick the same way he looked with Carol so it's just friendship based. And why would he cry


Is your friend even watching the same show that we all are?

Because I’m pretty sure when he went with Richard and when Richard told him his plan to kill a woman, he was pretty pissed when he found out it was carol. 

Originally posted by caryled

I mean he even beat the shit out Richard over her

Originally posted by herestonevergrowingupal

He even threatened to kill him if anything happens to her

Originally posted by thewalkinggifs

Originally posted by tvdkatherine

Wish I could find the rest of those gifs, but i think you get my point. Moving on now.

When he shows up at her door step if your friend didn’t notice, every emotion he is feeling is present.

Originally posted by the-hick-and-the-housewife

Originally posted by stereowave

He honestly thought that he would ever see her again. When he was in the line up his last thoughts were of her. 

So when he found out that she left, he was crushed, he thought he would never see the one person who truly gets him. The one person who means everything to him. The one person who is the reason why he is still going. So when he asks her why’d she go, his voice broke, he was on the verge of crying. And Norman Reedus said, “It was emotional. It instantly goes to somewhere extreme.” This emotional moment between the two definitely bled out on screen. 

Originally posted by caryled

So yes nonny, he did almost cry, because like I said he thought he’d never see her again, and he was also so relieved to see her.

If he didn’t love carol, he wouldn’t of stayed for dinner. He wouldn’t of lied about Glenn and Abraham to spare her. He knows that she’s barely holding on and is crumbling right in front of him. So he lies to her because loves and cares about her.

Then he makes a joke to get her to laugh, but there’s also a hint of jealousy there.

Originally posted by castamerains

Then lastly, when he goes to leave, he stops and turns around to see carol standing there. She wanted to go to him and he didn’t want to leave her. So he goes back for one last hug before he goes.

Originally posted by valramorghulis

So nonny, if your friend can still sit there and say that Daryl does not love carol, then I think that your friend should go watch the episode a few more times and if they still don’t see it, then I don’t think you should have that kind of negativity in your life.

Mine || Jughead Jones

Prompt: #37 When I said you’re mine, I meant it

Requested By: Anon

Warnings: Fluff

Tears slid down your face as you ran up the stairs and into your room. You and your best friend Betty got into a fight, she said somethings you said somethings, it was just all-around messy. 

It all started when she asked who you thought killed Jason Blossom, you suggested Polly because they had a messy breakup and led her to have a nervous breakdown. She got upset and brought Jughead into it she said that he doesn’t love and he’s dating you out of pity. You know that it’s not true, but her words did hurt. So you ditched school and went straight home to be away from everyone.

At around 3:00 you heard a knock on your bedroom door. It was most likely you mom asking if you were okay because you were crying rather loud.

“Y/N, let me in, please,” Jughead says softly.

You weren’t expecting that, shocked you slowly get up and open your door. Jugheads face softens when he sees your red eyes and nose. He wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you in for a tight hug. The gesture makes you cry even more.

“Hey, why are you crying?” he asks.

“Betty and I got into a fight because she asked who I thought killed Jason so I said Polly and explained why. Then she said that you don’t love and are dating me for no reason,” you sob.

“Well that’s not true. When I said you’re mine, I meant it,” he lovingly looks into your eyes.

“Still, she’s my best friend and it hurt!”

“I’m sure it did, but tomorrow you are going to talk to her and apologize and I’ll make sure to talk to Archie so she knows what’s going on. Okay?”

“Okay,” you sniffle.

“Good so stop being sad and lets watch a movie or something!”

Not All Bad

Originally posted by draco-malfoys-wife

Summary: Reader finds out some unexpected news and overreacts to it

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy

Word Count: 780

A/N: I can’t stop this.


I paced the length of the bathroom, trying to calm the panic that had seeped into my veins.

Five minutes. That’s it.

Five little minutes had never seemed so fucking long in all my life.

Slamming my fists against the bathroom counter in frustration I let out an annoyed yell.

This couldn’t be happening to me.

After everything everything that had happened; everything I had worked for.

My parents would be livid that all their money was going to waste.

It’s not like a could finish college now.

And Draco’s parents would be mortified that their son decided to go off and have a baby with someone who’s family was their sworn enemy; as if they didn’t already disapprove of our relationship enough because of their stupid feud.

A soft knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts.

I frowned and opened the door slightly, poking out only my head, “Yes?”

Drace stood on the other side, concern etched into his features, “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

In that moment my five minute timer went off and I abandoned my spot by the door, running to grab the test and look at my results.

“Y/N, what’s- Are you crying?!”

At this point I had knelt on the floor, cradling the test to my chest as I cried. Draco knelt besides me and wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me into his lap as he kissed my temple, “Beautiful, what’s wrong? Are you okay? You know you can tell me anything.”

Looking up at his blue eyes, I felt a sob threaten to escape my lips as I realized how much of a good father he would make. How hard he would constantly try to make sure his child didn’t stray from the right path like he once did.

“I’m sorry! You’re parents are going to hate me- my parents are going to be so mad- you-you-” The words were coming out in a rush, all jumbled and barely coherent through all of my crying.

“Hey, hey, what? It’s okay. No one is going to hate anyone. What’s wrong?”

I kept my eyes trained on the ground as I handed him the pregnancy test silently.

I heard his breath hitch in his throat before he set it down and gently tilted my face so I was looking towards him, “Is this true… am I going to be a dad?”

I frowned and nodded, wiping away the tears, “Yes… Draco I’m pregnant. I-”

Draco cut me off mid sentence as he placed his hands on either side of my face and pressed his lips to mine in a searing kiss.

Too soon for my liking, Draco pulled away and grinned at me, “We’re going to be parents!”

I let out a shaky laugh as I nodded, “Yeah… yeah we are.”

His grin quickly melted into a frown as he took in my still sour expression, “What’s wrong?”

I sighed softly, shaking my head, “Your parents already hate me. Imagine what they’ll say now? ‘Oh that stupid little bitch bewitched my son.’ And my parents… they wasted so much money in getting me here. Getting me into the university. They’re going to be so disappointed in me.”

Draco gave me a small smile, “My parents will be thrilled that the Malfoy line is being continued, with none other than someone as beautiful as you. And your parents won’t be angry. They just want you to be happy, they’ll understand. This might be just what they need to end their little argument anyway.”

I hopefully looked up at Draco, “You think so?”

He grinned, “I know so.”

I sighed softly and nodded, “Fine.”

We sat in silence for a moment before Draco laid his hand gently on my stomach, “We’re going to have a baby.”

I chuckled softly before crinkling my nose, “A baby that I’ll have to carry around for nine months.”

He grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously, “I can guarantee you’ll look as beautiful as ever.”

I sighed, rolling my eyes, “As beautiful as I can be looking like I’ve eaten a watermelon whole.”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer, “I’m serious. You’ll always be the most beautiful woman in the world to me, pregnant or not.”

I smiled, resting my forehead against his, “I love you.”

Draco gave me a sweet smile before kissing me softly, “I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

I read your answer to that ask where you said a flower never dies until the host dies. BUT, this only applies if the flower is there in the first place (aka if the host has fallen in love). So, like the speculative person I am, wondered, "what about asexual elves? What happens with their flowers?" It kept nagging me, and I finally decided to ask you. Any thoughts?

Like, before Phil had the flower, he just had leaves right - it was still a plant. All forest elves have a flora-extension of their bodies. It does not HAVE to flower, by any means. And there are many different kinds of love as well!! “Love” does not equate to “romantic” or “sexual” to me - no, love can mean a very strong connection to someone - finding your soul mate in a friend, a romantic partner, a sexual partner, what have you. The flower would manifest when your soul is happiest :)

It’s almost like... character development!

So I read a hate post (that’s wasn’t properly tagged btw) and almost all of the excuses the person used were from the first half of 2x06 (I could get into how by the end of that very episode he’s started to makes changes but we’d be here all day and this is gonna get long enough as it is) when he was feeling guilty and like it was inevitable that he would let Kara down because he had no clue how to be a hero and thought he would never be able to live up to her expectations.

Ya know, when he didn’t fully understand what being a hero meant and hadn’t seen her being one except for when she was kicking his ass and locking him up … ok so this is definitely gonna get a little long… sorry but I have fire in my heart over this and it must be released.

Mon-El is a character who can admit when he’s wrong and he has admitted – more than once –  that his initial views on Kara’s role as a hero were wrong. Which isn’t super relevant to the rest of this but still needs to be said.

Alrighty… moving on…

He said in 2x13 that what he feels for her is something that he’s never felt in his life. That he didn’t know that the emotions he’s felt since meeting her existed. Emotions like affection, tenderness, adoration… love. Imagine being raised in a world that isn’t conducive to teaching people how to love. It stands to reason that in that world things like selflessness and honor are also hard to come by.

So early on – again, when his idea of what a hero even was came from his experience of getting beat down and locked up for something he didn’t do – his concept of why someone would take those kind of risks was rooted in his belief that people didn’t do things just for the sake of helping others. As sweet as his offer to help the (not so) homeless man at the end of 2x06 was, he was still like “I’m trying to do better so I’d love to help” which is still moving in the right direction be he kinda missed the mark a bit.

The first time we start to see that Mon-El is developing feelings for Kara beyond friendship or comradery is after they were locked up at Cadmus. After she put herself in danger and then forfeited her powers all to help him. To save his life – someone that she liked well enough but had no real reason at that point to be overly attached to. She did it because she cared about his life, she believed that he had value just because he was a person.

That was probably the first time he had ever seen anything like that. It wasn’t her helping him dress and get a job. It was her risking her life for his. It’s the first time he saw what being a hero truly means to her.

That’s when heroism stopped being an abstract concept and became a reality. When they’re at her apartment he says “Any courage I do have, I learned it from you.” because that was the first time he had seen what real bravery and self-sacrifice was and it shook him.

By the end of 2x09 he’s doing a complete 180. When they’re on Slavers Moon he realizes that the honor and dignity of what Kara does as Supergirl is something that isn’t limited to a few people that personally know her. It’s something that every person that believes in Supergirl is a part of.

Without powers, on a deadly planet, she refuses to give in. And because of that she inspires the people around her to do the same. That is when he decides he wants to start training, he wants to be a part of the solution, he wants so get involved. And he commits himself to it, Kara herself admits that he’s “dedicated”.

Unfortunately his desire to help is tied to his feelings for Kara. The two things aren’t mutually inclusive but they are connected. So when he was first on the hero train and he had to make a choice, he chose Kara. Which also ended up being a lesson for him about how what really makes a hero is their willingness to put others first. 

Another thing that this person was saying was that Kara is constantly complaining about Mon-El so it’s ridiculous to think that she would want to be in a relationship with him.

But A) Alex literally addressed that in 2x06, we have been given a canon reason for why she gets frustrated with him and B) he also makes her laugh and loosen up which is kinda a part of my next point which is C)… what was my point?

Oh! Right, ok, so all of these changes in their relationship and Mon-El’s views of heroism have caused a shift between them. Mon-El is definitely a flawed character but what makes him one that I can root for - and one that Kara would want to be with - is the fact that he tries.

He tries so hard, he listens and he learns and he keeps trying no matter how long it takes him to get it right. He’s grown so much since we first met him. He was never a bad guy but he was a shallow one that had the emotional depth of a thimble. But that’s different now.

He sees the kind of person Kara is, the choices she’s made and the person she’s become despite everything she’s lost and he’s realized that he wants more. Not just in terms of a romantic relationship with her but from his existence.

He’s learned that a life of objectifying women and being a partier may have been easier but that he was never satisfied or content. He never felt fulfilled or like his life had purpose or meaning. Literally all of that ties back to the culture he was raised in and his upbringing.

I was raised in a town (and family for that matter) that is filled with more than it’s fair share of narrow-minded, racist, bigots and until I got older and experienced something different I had no idea that there was anything wrong with life the way it was.

It wasn’t until I was put in a new environment with new types of people that I realized what was wrong with the way my old life had been. But it took time to learn, it was a process and breaking old habits that have been ingrained since childhood isn’t easy. Everyone has flaws, everyone has had to adapt, everyone has had to learn and work to be better and not a single one of us can claim that we haven’t.

In conclusion – judging Mon-El for the person he was before he learned better or hating him for the fact that he hasn’t been magically transformed overnight is some hypocritical bullshit.


You choose to hide
Behind these screens
Using words
So harshly
When you can instead
Use your talent
Move us all


I’ve had to rethink
Reword my poems
Wondering if
Think then wrong
Too much pain
Inside of me
Or not enough
Inside of you
Choose wisely


Open your heart
Let me in
Come from behind
Let my words weave
Through your soul
Over your body
Tainted lips
Broken schemes
Hopeless love
Shattered dreams
Come to me
Don’t be afraid
We’ll fix the world


I’ve held my failures
Tasted your pain
Sang your praises
Danced in the rain
Watched the sunrise
From my porch
Watch it set
On other coasts
Still I live
Breathe in deep
A hopeful soul
Praying for the world


If you read these
Words I write
Whether in the morn
Or safe at night
Please be certain
You’ve touched my life
Moved me forward
Driven me across the land
Written my words
Camera in hand
To make my mark
Arms raised high
Thank you all
For inspiring me
No longer be


Hope you all enjoyed this, especially you who are so supportive, those in doubt, those afraid, those searching. I’m here for you.

-H. Murcia 12:10AM 2/23/2017

anonymous asked:

32. open your eyes + kylux? ty!

open your eyes

Hux was not quite tipsy, not quite there yet. He and Ren were simply sharing a nice bottle of brandy in his quarters to celebrate a victory they’d just been informed of, that was all, just having a chat and a drink, nobody had to know they were kissing harsh and biting like it was a dare, like a game of chicken. 

“I’ve always wanted to know something,” Hux said, soft, when he drew back from the sharp-sour-sweet kiss.   


“What does it feel like?”

“What does what feel like?” Ren asked. There was a little bruise blooming just below his plump lower lip, where Hux had bitten with a bit too much enthusiasm. 

“Hearing everyone’s thoughts.” Hux felt almost like he’d swoon into Ren’s lap, lazy and pleased, unbothered. He closes his eyes and leans against him. “Isn’t it loud? Isn’t it a distratcion? Stars above, Ren, I can barely stand it when someone’s coughing on the bridge.”

“Mm, think of it this way,” Ren answered. “You don’t hear the engines, or the hum of the machines, do you?”

“If I listen for them, I do.”

“It’s exactly the same. If I listen for things, I hear them. Otherwise they just become part of the background.”

Hux smiled. “Do you hear me?”

“Don’t let it get to your head, but I’m always listening for you.”

“What an impossible request. Everything gets to my head. You’ve told me a thousand times.”

“Hux, open your eyes.”

Hux opened his eyes and searched Ren’s face, but his vision was swimming and maybe he’d had more to drink than he thought, maybe–

“We’ve had our victory, General,” Ren said softly. “I’m putting you to bed now.” He paused, lest it sound too sweet. “You lush.”

“I’m celebrating,” Hux protested.

“Celebrate in bed.”

“With pleasure.”

Sleep, Hux, stars.”

“You can listen to me dream,” Hux says gleefully, loving the way it sounds when he says it. Far more poetic than anything he’d say sober. Listen to me, he wanted to say again, but Ren was scooping him up and he closed his eyes again, sighing.

Doodle Marathon -Please Remember Step 2

“Wait Patiently”

I have had a few asks and personal messages chasing doodles but all the time I am spending answering those is time I am not spending drawing. I have over 150 doodles backed up, so I really need you all to be patient.

I will let you all know when I have finished drawing all the doodles. If, at that time, you do not see your doodle (and you reblogged before I announce the reblog deadline), then and only then you may chase me. I’m only human, so I may miss one or two by accident so at that time I will appreciate your help.

I’m having fun, I just get a little stressed out by people nagging me. ;__; please be gentle with me.

anonymous asked:

I had a theory that all the princesses in the grandma room were gonna play a big role somehow. We already got Eclipsa and Moon playing a big role.I think Solaria has to do with the great monster massacre, and Celena... I really don't know. She is the most mysterious one of the bunch. At first I thought she might be the creator of the wand, because of her description but Star's comment threw me off whe she said "great great grandma" which means she isn't that old or maybe she shortened the greats


  • It’s been years.
  • A part of Marcus hopes that something will change.
  • Oliver will come crashing through the doors, confess his undying love, a fairytale ending.
  • Marcus isn’t afraid to admit that’s all he’s ever really wanted. He even thought he had a chance when Oliver fell into his life.
  • But Oliver became so bitter and Marcus knew he had no one to blame but himself.
  • Marcus left with all his belongings, moved to where no one could find him. Yet, he was still surprised that there was nothing from Oliver.
  • No angry note, no messengers, it was as if Oliver had forgotten him.
  • Marcus couldn’t really blame him. He’d forget if he could.
  • His body aches at the thought of Oliver. If Marcus remembers too much, he stops.
  • So, when a knock on his door drags Marcus out of bed, his first thought is to run.
  • The door creaks as Marcus opens it and a small breath leaves him.
  • “The sea is lovely this time of year, isn’t it?”
  • Oliver’s voice is soft, his face aged, but Marcus can still see the bright soul radiating out of him. 
  • Marcus says nothing as he opens the door wider to let Oliver in and he curses his weakness.
  • “You didn’t deserve this,” Oliver whispers. “I was too proud.”
  • Everything Marcus had only dared dream of is spilling out in front of him and he pushes down his anger to remember one thing.
  • “Do you still?” is all Marcus asks and he studies Oliver, who understands the meaning of the words all too well.
  • “Yes.”
  • The absolution of Oliver’s answer is all Marcus needs to hold him close as his tears soaking Oliver’s sweater, only confirming that this isn’t a ghosted memory.
  • The pain claws at Marcus’ heart, but an old feeling takes over and Marcus sighs as Oliver’s touch burns into his skin.

anonymous asked:

Admin: A Malfoy thing I just came up with and thought I'd share :D Imagine Narcissa giving baby Draco a bath and Lucius walks in and she asks him to hold Draco while she gets a towel and diaper. She comes back and sees Draco peeing all over Lucius's shirt and starts laughing uncontrollably. Lucius's face turns to disgust until baby Draco laughs for the first time ever. Lucius actually starts smiling and then joins Narcissa in laughing. It was the first time the two had laughed in years.

Hahaha I love how peeing on Lucius was the first thing Draco ever laughed at!

Thanks for sharing XD We need more Malfoy imagines

A Simple Hostage Situation- Adrinette Month Day Twenty-Two

They weren’t supposed to be any trouble. A simple hostage situation, no magic, nothing that Ladybug and Chat Noir wouldn’t be able to handle easily. It was supposed to be so simple…

Then the gun went off, and Mme Bustier was just lying there. Then the two heroes were ordered into a truck, and tied up, blindfolded. Then they were taken away, and when they tried to escape, their powers failed them… no akuma, no need for heroes.

They were thrown in the cage, and now, the man is laughing at them through his halloween mask.

“This was the easiest job I’ve had,” he cackles. “Honestly, Hawkmoth’s a great boss. And to think, all it took was one woman from the class he thought you two might be from!”

“Shut up!” Chat snaps, grabbing the bars of the cage. “You’re not getting away with this!”

“Nah,” the man smiles, setting up a camera feed. “This is a livestream, kitten. Any move you make, I see, along with the rest of Paris. Hey, guess that means your ‘secret identities’ are down the drain, hmm?” He lifts a pair of knives from the table, tilting his head. “And once that’s done, and you two can’t fight back, we’ll get those 'Miraculous’ off you. One way or another. See you!” He walks away, leaving the camera on them.

“You’ve got a plan, right my Lady?” Chat turns to her, expectation and no fear in his bright eyes. Slowly, she shakes her head. “Oh… well, don’t worry, it’s us! We’ll think of some-”

“I… I’m scared,” she admits quietly, cutting him off. “I don’t know how to get out of this one. I can’t use the cure. I have no idea how to fight when it’s not an akuma.”

He sighs, wrapping his arms around her. “I know. It feels… awful, being helpless. But these are just humans. The police will come save us, if we can’t get out by ourselves.”

“Not before we time out. Not before he uses those knives. Not before we…” she leans into him, closing her eyes. “We’re going to detransform on camera, Chaton. And then, we’re going to be mutilated on camera. That doesn’t alarm you?”

“Ladybug,” he rests his hands on her shoulders. “Calm down. Things have seemed bad before, right? I believe in you. We’ll be okay.”

She sighs, hugging him. “I’m about to time out.”

“So am I.”

She gets up on her tiptoes, whispering to him. Paris doesn’t need to hear this. “Promise not to be disappointed in me?”

He nods. “I could never.”

She sighs, and the light flashes over her. She hugs him tightly, taking her last few moments of anonymity, before pulling away, and looking up at him. “My name is Marinette. I’m sixteen years old, and… in my free time, and not-so-free time, I help save Paris.”

The look on his face is not what she was expecting. It’s almost blank. “I know who you are.”

“You do?”

“You’re in my class. That was established,” he nods. “I just never expected… I mean, it’s fine! I’m happy!” He offers a smile. “You’re Marinette, that’s… great.”

She stares at him, worried. “Doesn’t sound so great.”

He times out, and feels the transformation release. She stares, and stumbles back, to the far edge of the cage. “Hey, Marinette…”

“Oh my GOD.”

“Right. This happens.”

“A-adrien, you’re…?”

He sighs, looking incredibly tired. “Please stop, my Lady. It’s just me. Don’t do this…”

The man came in laughing. “Are you serious? Ladybug, reduced to a stammering mess, after Chat Noir decides she’s worthless after all?”

She cringes against the bars, looking down. Adrien shakes his head, going to her, but she cringes away. “Don’t,” she says, biting her lip. “Please.”

“My Lady, I didn’t mean-”

“It doesn’t matter,” the man enters the cage, knife in hand. “Now. Will you hand them over? Or am I going to start cutting?”


I thought I knew all the crestie morphs, but I learned a new one today–quad pin, which is when a pinstripe gecko has raised lateral stripes, and which is what Boise is. I knew he was a pinstripe and that he had lateral stripes, of course, but I didn’t know that there was a name for that specifically!

He was decently fired up tonight so we had a little photo shoot. I love that little curvy line of orange over his left shoulder.