i said destiny


So Jason’s on an interview once, bc he’s Bruce Wayne’s kid and all, and he gets asked about why he thinks what he thinks about Trump and this is what he says:

“Well, before I say anything else, for all of you who are mad that I was shit talking the president, I want to point out that I did the reading, and according to the constitution it’s my right to call Trump a dick because all the first ammendment says it that I can’t threaten his life. I can destroy his self-esteem all I want. But I digress.
“You guys know that Bruce adopted me, took me off the streets. What you don’t know is that before that, I grew up in the worst part of Gotham - Crime Alley. Crime Alley like if you took all the crime in Gotham and Bludhaven, and threw it into one really long alleyway, and there’s still more crime than that. Growing up, my dad was god knows where, and my mom was an addict. I spent more time on the streets than anywhere else. Living in crime alley allowed me to see the worst in humanity. I’d seen people who did unspeakable things, drug dealers on every corner. But the thing is, there weren’t just criminals there. There were kids and teenagers, people barely older or younger than I was, and they were homeless. They were all drug addicts, abuse victims, homeless children and adults,?part of the lgbt community, teen parents, people suffering from mental illnesses, and more. They were my friends. But the way people looked at them was horrible. I saw how they were treated. People would walk by, hurrying down the streets, turning their heads away or spitting at them or making them feel inhuman. It’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen.
"Some of these people didn’t make it. They died of starvation, hypothermia, disease… some ended their own lives. I watched one of them stab themself, because of the way people were treating them. They’d been kicked out of their home, just because they weren’t a straight, cis kid like their parents wanted. It’s so, so messed up. And that’s why I hate Trump. I see the way he looks at, talks to, and talks about LGBT people, women, everyone. I see how racist and horrible he is and he reminds me of the way people treated the Crime Alley kids. How they looked at me differently, because I was basically homeless and because I didn’t have the privilege they do. I don’t understand how people can be so fucking blind. There are people out there who have killed themselves over the way Trump and everyone like him treats them. That’s fucked up. That’s so fucked up. So I am so fucking sorry, Mr. President, if I hurt your feelings here. But I don’t give a SHIT what you think. You’re a total dick, and I hope that someday you’ll realize that, but let’s be honest: you won’t, because you’re too busy throwing hissy fits when you don’t get want you want handed to you on a silver fucking platter. Fuck you. I’m done with this interview.” He walks out after, pissed off and twenty minutes later Red Hood’s killed three more rapists.

(There was half an hour left in the interview, too, and it was being aired live)

something that DEFINITELY happened
  • *in the Crucible*
  • Ikora Rey, trying to calm down a kinderguardian: First rule of battle, little Guardian… don’t ever let them know where you are.
  • Cayde-6, running around with a Golden Gun: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!
  • Ikora Rey: Course, there’re other schools of thought.

“Geralt! You’ve found me! I knew you would! I always knew! I knew you'ld find me!”  ◉ "Ciri…"  ◉  "You’ve found me! Oh, Geralt! I was waiting all the time, for so very long…We’ll be together now, won’t we? Now we’ll be together, won’t we? Say it, Geralt! Forever! Say it!"  ◉ "Forever, Ciri."  ◉ "It’s like they said, Geralt. It’s like they said! Am I your destiny? Say it! Am I your destiny?"  ◉ "You’re more than that, Ciri. Much more.”   

Okay. I’m ready for the backlash I will get on this post. I am ready.

But here it is…..

Okay…. Here goes…


I really don’t understand the hype with Beyoncé. I don’t.

There. I said it.

anonymous asked:

Honestly I wouldn't count drive forms as they're just palette swaps and depend on the default outfit in the world. And I wouldn't count Xion, Roxas, or Vanitas as they are them and no one else.

Yeah, I wouldn’t have included the Drive Forms for exactly that reason. I just wanted to fit as many of Sora’s unique outfits as I could in one doodle. I missed a couple, but I think I did all right! Hahaha


A/N: Soooooo i don’t know what this is but i haven’t posted in forever so i mean, well… enjoy!

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean

Word count: 1000???

You were observant and over thought everything to extremes but this you knew you weren’t over thinking. As you were admiring this small ratty photo album you had kept over the years filled with pictures of times before you found out what the world was really like. There were pictures from now but not as many as back then, you never took pictures if you weren’t happy because you were never a liar, lying just wasn’t in your books, back then at least.

You and the boys use to tell each other everything, emotions and all. But lately you noticed the change, and if it wasn’t for the small break from hunting you three were taking due to all of you being badly injured on the last hunt you would have never noticed a thing. The way all of you changed, and not for the good.

You were all emotionless robots, wearing fake mask to hide what was really going on. Looking back all the laughs, and smiles were all fake. There was no happiness only darkness. With everything hitting you at once, finally coming to realize what was truly going on.

Your eyes wandered around the bunker, slowly examining both the boys. Taking in every single detail, almost as if this would be the last time you’d see them.

Sam got your eyes staring dead at him “Hey, y/n? you alright?” You could feel tears swelling up in your eyes. Nothing was the same as it was, nothing would ever be the same, the picture you held in your hand was Sam, Dean and you. You were roughly 8 and Sam was 6, and Dean would of been 10. You were standing in between both boys, Dean had you in a headlock giving you a nuggy, While you were giving Sam bunny ears, and Sammy was just being a 6 year old boy, grinning from ear to ear, but all of you were.

Something about the three of you never finding or getting peace unless you were dead finally was setting in after years of already knowing it was inevitable. By this point Sam was still calling your name from across the table waving his hand back and forth trying to get your attention.

Your tears falling all over the picture, raining down on the innocence of the three of you, that you never even got. Why us, why me, why them? was all you kept thinking. You were never one for self pity, you always thought shit happens, and after that shit happens you just need to move the fuck on, because more shits just gonna keep on coming.

“No…Dean, i didn’t do anything? what could i do? She’s just like, i don’t know, stuck in a trance?”

The boys deserve better than the life they were given, it wasn’t there fault. It was anyones fault, John did the best he could under the predicament he was thrown into, with everything that happened with Mary. He didn’t want this for the boys, but it was destiny something the three of you learned down the road.

“Dude i don’t know, just hurry up and get back”

Sam could have been an amazing lawyer, no he would have been an amazing lawyer. Part of you thinks that maybe if Dean and you wouldn’t have barged, well broken into his apartment all those years ago, maybe things could have been different for him. But you knew that wasn’t true either, because like I said, destiny.

Dean, you knew he would of been an amazing at what he chose to do, which everyone knew he would have been an mechanic. That mans love for cars and his knowledge for cars was amazing, he may not have been book smart like Sam, but he was his own kind of smart and damn was he good at it.

“Dean! If you don’t hurry up i’m taking her to the hospital. She’s going white as a ghost”

Now, for yourself. You don’t know what you would have been doing. Hunting was your only hobby, you never had a love for anything on the side. Well besides Dean. But that was different. Hunting was the only thing that made you, you. Maybe you could have been a mother, you would never admit it but was always something you dreamt about being. The love your mother gave you filled you with so much joy, that was until she was ripped away from you. Maybe in another life you would have just withered away and mixed in with the wind, being everywhere and nowhere all at once.

“What took you so long Dean”

“I don’t know, traffic? the fact i was in the next town over? Where is she!”

Dean rushed over to where you were, without Sam’s directions. Placing his warm hands on both sides of your face. “y/n? Sweetheart?”

You were filled with sorrow, but now mostly anger. Why were you three chosen to live such depressing lives, why couldn’t the burden of it all be put on someone else. God did you ever wish you could have lived a normal life. You could feel this insane amount of pain coming from right hand, followed my this warm liquid.

“y/n!” You could hear Sam and Dean shouting your name.

Your eyes shot around the room “W-what?” you choked out.

“What were you doing?” Sam questioned, gesturing to your bloody hand, caused by squeezing the glass picturing frame that held the photo of you three.

“I-I-I….” You stuttered looking at your hand, opening it up and letting the frame, with the picture fall to the floor. You couldn’t help but keep your eyes on your favourite picture of your three that was now ruined lying on the floor.

“Sweetheart? Hey look at me” Dean softly spoke taking your face in between his hands, while Sam was hoving about a kneeling Dean.

“Whats wrong? What happened?” Dean continued

You pondered on what was wrong for a moment, but you knew the moment you felt your eyes get heavy.

“I’m tired of this life, i’m tired of fighting, i’m tired of being the one that has to save everyone, i’m tired of being alone”

“You’re never alone, you have us y/n” Sam whispered

“You’ll always have us” Dean added



The Witcher turned away from his horse with a swift, agile movement and ran to meet her.

They came together in the centre of the farmyard. The mousy-haired girl in a grey dress. And the white-haired Witcher with a sword on his back, all dressed in black leather, gleaming with silver. The Witcher bounding softly, the girl trotting, the Witcher on his knees, the girl’s thin hands around his neck, the mousy hair on his shoulders.

“Geralt!” the little girl repeated, clinging to the Witcher’s chest. “You found me! I knew you would! I always knew! I knew you’d find me!“

“Ciri,” said the Witcher.

“You found me! Oh, Geralt! I was waiting all the time! For so very long… We’ll be together now, won’t we? Now we’ll be together, won’t we? Say it, Geralt! Forever! Say it!”

“Forever, Ciri.”

“It’s like they said! Geralt! It’s like they said! Am I your destiny? Say it! Am I your destiny?”

“You’re more than that, Ciri. Much more.”

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