i surprise myself sometimes


Jax: You lied…You brought me here just so they could make fun of me again.

Hadlee: I would never!

Jax: Shut up!! I thought you were my friend! I thought you were the only person who cared, but you’re just a bully too…I hate you.

Hadlee: What the-

Jax: I HATE YOU!! Don’t ever talk to me ever again!

Jax’s voice starts to crack before he starts sobbing uncontrollably again. Not even caring if Hadlee sees

Jax:…please *sniff*……just go away….

Hadlee even starts tearing up at the sight of her friend in pain. She doesn’t know what those boys did to him but it must have been terrible. She attempts to comfort him one last time.

Hadlee: Jax…..I’m sorry. If I hadn’t left……I’ll leave you alone, if that’s what you really want….


Hadlee: Goodbye Jax.

Do you ever find yourself disliking a character because of their fans? You try to separate the fans from the character, but it’s just so difficult. The fans can make you love or hate a character based on which unnecessary reaction they have. 

If the reaction consists of all this unearned praise and this idea that this character is above reproach, then you’re gonna end up hating the character. I’m talking about those characters where the fandom thinks it’s a good idea to infantilize them and make them out to be ‘good guys’ even when they’re not.

If the reaction consists of all this vitriol and unnecessary hate, then you’re gonna end up loving the character. I’m talking about those characters that are just as guilty as the other characters, but they’re still hated for it. In fact, they’re hated even more for it. They don’t do anything anyone else on the show doesn’t do, yet they get the most hate.

It’s just so odd how the fandom can cultivate your viewing experience. 

[Femslash February]: Flowers

i feel like i’m just going to accept the fact that i’m going to be perpetually a day behind on these things. 

also this took forever to write im off my game today xD

Day 9: Flowers (Alyanette)

Words: 2200

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

[Previous: On Wheels] [Next: Sunlight]

One of the first things Alya learned about Marinette was that she doodled flowers when she was bored. 

They started off as small, blossoming roses in the corners of her notebooks that weren’t any larger than the tip of her pinky. If you left her to it for long enough, she’d wrap vines, leaves, ladybugs, caterpillars, bees, birds, clouds, and more flowers all around the margins of her book. Sometimes, she’d sneak her colored felt pens and highlighters to school and add in whorls of colors and outlandish patterns until her entire notebook page was covered with fields and gardens and windowsills dripping in plants. She’d always take a picture of it on her phone – to turn it into an embroidery, or a screen print for a t-shirt, or a design for a book cover – and pout pitifully for Alya to send her copies of her notes. 

It blended seamlessly into the normality that was Marinette – the color pink, pigtails, the smell of bread, pinpricks on fingertips, different nail polish everyday, humming music under her breath, and doodling flowers in class. 

One day, Alya’s hand was right next to Marinette’s notebook, and Marinette continued the doodle from the edge of the page onto the back of Alya’s hand. Alya raised a brow when she started, but shrugged when Marinette asked if it bothered her. As far as idiosyncracies went, Marinette’s were all rather harmless. Besides, it was rather nice to take notes with one hand and feel the light brush of Marinette’s pen sketching away against her other. 

It always took three washes in the shower to get all the pen out, and her mother kept worrying her with folk knowledge about skin cancer and ink poisoning, but Alya didn’t like showing up to school the next day with the sketches still on her arm. It almost felt like her duty to give Marinette a blank canvas everyday, to encourage her darling little habits that were secretly the highlight of Alya’s day. 

“Why flowers?” she asked Marinette as she added yellows and oranges to the sunflowers she was drawing along the vein inside of her wrist. 

Marinette tapped the end of her pen against Alya’s nose. “Pretty flowers for a pretty lady.”

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(I’ve talked about this briefly before, but it came more forcibly to mind when I was putting together this post)

So, in terms of Slytherin me-and-mine loyalties: there’s Narcissa betraying Voldemort for the off-chance of finding Draco, Bellatrix’s intensely personal devotion to Voldemort, everything Snape chooses to be, Regulus and Kreacher, Draco with Goyle, Slughorn capitulating to Lily’s memory—

But there’s someone very conspicuously missing from that trend, who is pretty much regarded as the epitome of all things Slytherin.

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Circumstancial Luck

@astrila for you, part 2/2 :) love spell scenario finale.

The wind is cruel as it slashes at her raw and exposed skin, but still she doesn’t stop. Desperation and freedom writhe within her, whirling until they thread out through the souls of her feet and send her arcing up against the faint stars.

The metallic screech of her yo-yo is deafening as she repeats the motions. Swing and anchor and pull and release.

Her eyes look for any signs of glitter, sharply bright as she runs away from one problem and towards another.

She doesn’t know how soon Chat Noir will catch up, but she hopes she’s stunned him enough so that he won’t have time to ask questions by the time she finds the akuma.

She’s looking for gold among golden lights, her eyes are burning and her lungs are screaming, and her mind is oddly blank.

It’s no wonder she doesn’t catch the hint of glitter on her side. It’s no wonder she gets caught up in Lovestruck’s attack…a whirlwind of rose gold dust that knocks her out of the sky.

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Stars in the Night: Chapter 11

Short but important chapter! And fluffy heehehe. I figured y’all deserve a chapter of Stella and Noctis snuggles before we all endeavor into the upcoming PIT OF DESPAIR. Oh also, quick mention of @nifwrites‘s Raine in this chapter! <3 And big thank you to @themissimmortal for helping with the wording for this chapter. Love youuuuu!!

Let me know what you guys think! <3

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Her heart was full— a calming warmth surrounded her while she continued in her dreamless slumber.

She slept soundly.
She slept without disturbance.

She felt happy.
She felt complete.

A small smile crawled on her lips as she slowly stirred from her sleep, feeling Noctis’s lips gracing her right hand with their presence. Her eyes blinked open to find Noctis nuzzled onto her shoulder, holding her right hand to his lips, busying himself with symbol that rested there. The suns warm rays began to shine in through the crack in the opaque, red hotel drapes.

“Good morning,” Stella greeted, staring down at the Prince.

She felt Noctis’s lips pull back into a smile on her skin. “I’m so happy it was you,” He muttered, again. He trailed his lips up her hands, up her arms, lingering briefly at her bare shoulders.

“When are you going to stop saying that?” She teased with a giggle, feeling his lips continue up her neck to her jawline, finishing with a tender kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Never,” he replied, finding her hands underneath the covers. He quickly intertwined their fingers that molded perfectly into each other.

“Who knew the awkward Prince Charmless could be so romantic?” She referred to a nickname he had acquired during their journeys through Lucis.  

He let out a breathy chuckled, as he settled by her side again, stroking his thumbs over her knuckles.

“Why are you up so early?” She asked, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“I didn’t sleep,” he replied.

Stella cocked her left eyebrow. “Really?” She shot him a look of disbelief, her smile, however, still unwavering.

“Really,” he confirmed. “I surprise myself sometimes.”

A comforting silence surrounded them, being dressed down so that only their souls remained, allowing physicality to only be a mere afterthought. Peace took over and it was like the world couldn’t be anymore perfect. They kept their struggles in the back of their mind, letting each other’s presence be there only life preserver.

Stella adjusted herself under the covers, resting her head on Noctis’s chest. She let out a relieved sigh as the sound of his solid heat beat flowed through her ears like music. She hummed pressing her lips against his sternum. A chill ran up her spine the instant her pink lips touched his bare skin. Noctis trembled underneath her. Quickly, she withdrew from her soulmate and sat up.

Her mismatched eyes glanced down to where she pressed her lips to find a coating of an icy frost over the center of his chest. He shot up and stared down at the ice in shock. “What the—“

“I don’t know,” Stella muttered urgently. “I swear I didn’t do that. Did you over dose on the elements or something, Noctis?” She attempted to make light of the subject, but the nervousness leaked through her teases.  

“I—“ he stuttered. “Uh… that’s never happened before, I swear.”

The Prince and the mechanic exchange looks of confusion.

“Is this a thing that happens with soulmates?” The red head asked nervously, pushing a few strands of hair away from her eyes.

Noctis shook his head. “No. Ignis didn’t say anything like this happened when he and Raine…” his words trailed off, staring up from his chest to lock eyes with Stella once again. His eyes searched her freckled face, still trying to comprehend the mystical events that just took place. Only he had the power to use the elements to his will…

“Kiss me again,” he instructed.

She raised an eyebrow curiously, but giggled at his order. “As you wish, your majesty. If you think that will really help anything,” she leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to the crook of his neck. His eyes fluttered closed, a grin stretching across his lips. As he anticipated, a violent chill struck him where her lips touched.

“I—I’m doing that?” She stuttered in disbelief, her lips departing from his neck.

“I think so,” goosebumps began to clutter up and down his arms, as shivers continued to trace up and down his skin.

“Gods, I’m sorry Noct,” Stella apologized urgently, urging Noctis under the covers to grant him some relief from the cold. “I don’t know what could have done this,” she quickly tucked him in, swaddling him in the sheets. “I mean, I’ve kissed boys before and this never happened. I kissed you yesterday… and before the Starscourge and nothing like this happened? Right?” She questioned him quickly, her words spewing out like wild fire. Guilt over came her as she watched him shiver. “I am so so so sorry.

“It’s okay,” he smirked, “Would it be bad of me to ask you to kiss me again?”

Stella rolled her eyes, laying down beside him, wrapping her arms around his lean body, making sure her lips wouldn’t accidentally brush over his skin. “Can’t you use fire or something to heat up?”

“I don’t want to set the entire building on fire. Altissia has suffered enough at my hands,” His hands snaked around Stella’s body, pulling her into his ice cold chest.

“It’s all for the best, Noctis,” she assured him, placing her right hand over the frost patch that still occupied his chest. “You received the Leviathans blessing.. and you’re alive here with me,” she scratched her thumb over the ice crystals, feeling them begin to melt at her touch. Her heart skipped a beat. How was this happening? Why was this happening? She felt her carbuncle symbol begin to pulse across the back of her palm. Resisting the urge to observe what was happening, she kept her eyes locked on Noctis. His shivering began to slow immensely.

He sighed and brought her hand into his grasp and lifted it to his neck. Stella felt the ice beginning to disappear under her finger tips. “We trusted Ardyn and he killed Lunafreya right in front of me.”

“I know,” she nodded sadly. Another life lost at the hands of that bastard. “He’ll pay for Luna’s life, Noctis.” And Di’s…

“I know he will,” Noctis bit his lips. Even if it ends up killing me, Noctis pondered to himself, tightening his grip around his lover’s hand. 

Maybe I’m wrong… But I was thinking about Darren, Chris, the anons and the whole situation. How much of anything depends by the way people think because of their culture or background? Sometimes I find myself surprised by the fact that people don’t see what it’s in front of them. Take M/ia: it’s so blatant that she is wasting her time doing nothing but being a brat and violent towards the same person she wants to be associated with… and what part of D’s fans do? Praise her, her behavior and how “cute"she is with D. Like seriously people wtf! Do you think it’s cute a kick on the leg, nail on the neck etc? 

And take W/ill: he’s not physically dangerous of course but are you people able to see what is In front of your eyes? You are not even able to do the maths on timing and stuff because… “oh a man near Chris, so he has to be his bf!!“

And most of the fans did it this with every men near Chris since 2009, obviously forgetting the real bf. (It’s better say that we cc are crazy.. ok, yes a little bit bitter ;) ). It doesn’t matter in the end because D and C could protect themselves so…ok, but let’s be honest. It’s the “stupidity” of the fans that makes possible the whole charade.

On count of 3, 2 1 i’m waiting for people to start thinking M. Morgan could be the new beard….

Maybe I am not the healer
I once called myself.
Maybe your sharp edges,
maybe my sharp edges,
will cut our pasts apart
when we’re full of nightmares.
Maybe I am too full of apologies
and so the words spilling over at the brim
slip right through your fingers, maybe I
am just as scared as you are
that we will both wind up
piles of broken things. But if I could,
I would unwrap your wounds
bound too tightly for too long-
sometimes healing needs to be raw.
Sometimes even I still surprise myself.
Maybe I could show you
how liberating it can be
to feel yourself turned inside out.
—  I swear these hands will be gentle- Riley Lynne

I don’t know if this might help anyone else, but sometimes when my executive dysfunction gets really bad but I still need to do something, I tell myself that I’ll do the tiniest amount of work possible (or just lower than what I estimate I can get done).

For example, if I have to reply to my messages and emails, but I am struggling and I think I can probably only respond to two things, I’ll say to myself “Okay. I’ll do one response, and see where it goes from there, but my goal is just that one response.” So I do the first response, and I think “Oh! Look at that, I completed my goal! If I get anything at all done after this, it means I’m doing even better than the goal I set myself!” So then I might complete another email or respond to another message, or I might even do more than that. And even if I don’t, I can still say that I met my goal!

Granted, sometimes I really mess up on estimating my abilities that day, and then I might get half a response done, or maybe nothing at all, and that sucks. But most of the time, I just aim for a task simpler than I think is in my capabilities. And sometimes, I surprise myself. 

This is just something that helps me, but if anyone else finds it useful, that’s great.

I have waited a long time to love someone who isn’t him
and I don’t know what this is yet
but it’s getting easier to see myself every morning
without spitting in the mirror
the only body I find in my bed anymore is my own
and the breeze that comes in is just from an open window
it is no longer his absence that haunts me
and the blanket is just something to keep me warm
it is no longer his arms that I reach for
my mouth chews its food like it’s routine
but sometimes I surprise myself by enjoying it
and with that everything else follows
I can find solace in books because their words are not his
I can breathe in the open air because this space is not his
I can smile without permission because my happiness is not his
and I don’t know what this is yet
but I think I just caught myself healing.
—  Heartbreaks aren’t canyons, you won’t erode into nothing
INTP Cognitive Functions (in a nutshell):
  • Ti: If you think about it though, there's really no way to deny the existence of the supernatural. I honestly don't think it's a science vs. faith thing. I'd say to either believe or deny the supernatural would require at least some amount of faith. In fact, the only way you could probably put a complete lack of faith into this would be if you were to say, "I don't know, and I don't care" and be totally indifferent about it. The human brain is extremely infantile compared to the universe and there's probably tons of stuff we'll never even know because our brains simply lack the ability to comprehend them.
  • Ne: Aw man, isn't it cool to think about the avenue of possibilities though? Like, what would a spiritual realm even look like anyway? And if some kind of higher deity created our world, why would he (or she) stop there? I mean, there has to be other intelligent life out there in the universe. And there's no way we can really prove that alternate universes don't exist either. What if everything in life is like a mix of predetermined destiny and freewill, and every time we make a decision, new alternate worlds are created to compensate for the decisions we DIDN'T make? Heck, what if human ideas all exist in some literal form somewhere? I know it's rather abstract, but literally anything within the scope of the unknown is possible.
  • Si: Hey, guys? Can we think about this later? I just stumbled across this old television series from our childhood and someone uploaded all the episodes to Youtube. I'm kind of in the mood tonight to just consume an unhealthy amount of caffeine and go on a huge nostalgia binge.
  • Fe: No. NO! We can't do that tonight. Remember that old friend who stopped being our friend a while ago? Well HE MESSAGED US AGAIN. He still thinks we hate him! Oh my god. OH MY GOD. He's right though. Sometimes we do act really aloof and keep to ourselves too much. Is that okay? Is it okay to seclude ourselves like this for too long? Oh man, no. NO. We're hurting everyone we care about. This is not okay! We have to let everyone know we still care about them! Quick, what do you say when you want to tell someone you care about them but you want to sound genuine? We can't mess this up again! WE CAN'T. I don't know what to say to console this person AND I'M KIND OF FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW.