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Life isn’t easy, no matter where you are. You’ll make choices you think are right, and then suffer for them.” Sarah J Maas

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🐕- Dog breed
🐈- Cat breed
🦎- Exotic pet
🐋- Sea Creature
🐅- Wild animal
🐉- Mythical creature
🌳- Tree
🌼- Flower(s)
🍂- Season
🌗- Time of Day
⚡️- Weather
🍎- Fruit
🥒- Vegetable
🍱- Meal
🍙- Snack
🍰- Dessert
🍭- Treat/candy
💎- Gemstone
🗡- Weapon
🎀- Clothing
📖- Book/novel/story
🎵- Song
🎤- Musical/movie

Hannibal Characters as Shit My Roomie and I Have Said.

Hannibal: “I’m always a slut for murder.”


Will: “My life is falling apart…” / “Sleeping me is kind of an asshole…” / “I just need to mentally decompose…” / “I’m fine [says the person who is bleeding, covered in dirt, and is in obvious pain].” / “I need to turn off my glasses…” / “supercalifraglistic-existencialcrisis!”


Abigail: “warning: this person is susceptible to dying at any moment.”


Bedelia: “Our lives are basically a sin.”


Alana: “I’m a flirty gay.” / “I believe I can *falls painfully* die!”


Margot: “Somehow I’ve walked into a lesbian porno.”


Lounds: “Why change something when it’s not currently working?”


Price: “Here comes the plague, all dressed in Death!” / “Look I found a bird leaf! [Hold up feather].”


Katz: “You sarcastic-coffee-blooded-heathen!”


Zeller: “Normal people get distracted by normal things, but we get distracted by looking up info on the Church of Satan.”


Jack: “My phone keeps autocorrecting adulting to faulting and that’s just me.”


Chilton: “Am I cool yet?” [Tapes paper snowflakes to himself]


Dolerhyde: “I am becoming a scaley beast!”

The crown is always a burden. But it cannot be borne if you cannot stand. 

overcome - laura mvula ft. nile rodgers || 1000 deaths - d’angelo & the vanguard || cold war - janelle monáe || black man in a white world - michael kiwanuka || two hearts - valerie june || munayé (my muna) - mulatu astatke || on & on - erykah badu || black is the color of my true love’s hair - nina simone || killing me softly - the fugees || ain’t no grave can hold my body down - sister rosetta tharpe || don’t wish me well - solange || river - leon bridges || who tells your story - the roots ft. common, ingrid michaelson || 

BONUS: ***flawless - beyoncé ft chimamanda ngozi adichie

L I S T E N | (for @reluming)

This is a goodbye gift for my good friend @amaisaria because she’s going abroad for some time and I’m gonna miss her so much

So here is a tarot card for her Warden from DA:O with all my love! <3

Radioactive Imagine Dragons//Red Queen Compared Lyrics//Scarlet Guard//Newbloods//Reds

I’m waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I’m breathing in the chemicals
I’m breaking in, shaping up
Checking out on the prison bus
= the way Reds are treated/treatment towards Reds.

I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
= newbloods discovering their abilities.

Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
= what the Scarlet Guard is fighting and sacrificing lives for.

Whoa, whoa – I’m radioactive, radioactive
= what society has made some newbloods feel.

I raise my flags, dye my clothes
It’s a revolution, I suppose
= SCREAMING SCARLET GUARD

We’re painted red to fit right in
= The newbloods that are forced to keep their abilities hidden.

All systems go, sun hasn’t died
= Rise Red As The Dawn.

@Vaveyard

Joker x Harley Quinn  (fanfic I’ll never finish)

-Joker and Harley fight. Harley leaves. Henchmen bring her back. Henchmen leave and Joker talks to Harley.

*****FLASHBACK - to the fight that made Harley leave **** 

“You’re so weak! Why do I even keep you around? All you do is mess things up for me!”

Joker yelled, stalking towards her and backhanded her across the cheek.

Anger blinded Harley’s rational thoughts and before she knew it, her open hand had hit him across the face right back. As soon as her slap hit him, all anger disappeared. Like the sound of skin hitting skin had flipped a switch in her mind and her anger was gone, and replacing it was guilt.

“Puddin,” Her mouth dropped open in shock, “I’m so sorry.” Tears filled her eyes and regret filled her stomach.

For a second, Joker eyes seemed almost as shocked as she was and then he blinked, his eyes flashed and fury was the only emotion Harley saw. She kept apologizing as he advanced towards her, his hands grasping onto her neck and cutting off her air supply. He shook her as she cried.

“How dare you!” Joker’s voice was so guttural, so furious, “You mess up my business deal, cheat me out of millions, and then strike me like it’s my fault?”

The tears flooded down Harley’s face as he slammed her head into the wall and stars rose in her vision. Joker pushed her up against the wall, caging her with his body, his arms shook with rage around her neck. His growls were enough to make a lion tremble.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Harley kept repeating her voice horse from the lack of air. But still she repeated her apology, for her slap for her stupidity, she kept apologizing until all her air was gone and she was just mouthing the words. Still she apologized, black spots appeared in her vision and just as she was about to pass out, Joker let her go.

Gasping for air she didn’t deserve, Harley fell to the floor at his feet. The black in her vision started to clear. Now the only object obscuring her vision was her tears as she continued to cry. Out of the corner of her eye, Harley saw Joker disappear out of the bedroom door. Gunshots sounding in the hallway as his fury raged on. She heard the front door slam a few moments after that.

Harley followed the Joker’s path out of the bedroom door, she almost tripped over a body laying facedown on the floor. A dead henchmen, his blood staining the carpets. Harley bent down, pushing the dead henchmen’s body over and grabbing his large abandoned gun. She held the gun in her hands and walked towards the door. She didn’t deserve to be in this house, didn’t deserve Mr. J. He was right it was her fault, her fault, her fault. Harley reached the front door and tore it open.

“Ms. Quinn,” One of the nameless henchmen spoke, “Remember, Mr. J doesn’t like it when you leave like-“

Harley fired off the weapon behind her, not even looking to see if she hit her target. She opened the front door and ran out of it. The pouring rain cleared her thoughts, woke her up, she walked right into the street. Shooting a driver as they sped towards her and stole their car.

Then, she drove.

***END FLASHBACK***

Harley started to cry again at her memory. Now, she was now seated on the floor of a motel. She didn’t know exactly where she was, somewhere outside of Gotham she supposed. Harley also wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting in the motel room, only that the daylight outside had turned dark. She had driven with blurry vision until she happened upon this motel on the side of the road, bodies littered the floor in the lobby and hallways until Harley had found an empty room. My fault.

Every time they fought, Joker left to get the rest of his anger out by killing everyone he came in contact with. Then he would come back to their bed and hold Harley close to him all night long, in his own way of apologizing. But it wasn’t he who needed to apologize now.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Harley perked up as she heard people running, from how much sound they were making, Harley assumed it was men. And there were a lot of them. From sound alone, Harley figured there were more than ten. Maybe more than twenty. The cops?  The sound of running grew louder and louder, doors now started to slam open. They were in the hallway Harley was in. Harley check the bullets in her gun, she gripped the gun and pointed it at the door.

She heard doors being opened slowly now, she could imagine the police opening the doors as if a wild lion was behind them. Slow, careful not to disrupt the lion. What they didn’t know was this lion was already disturbed. This lion was prepared to pounce.

The feet were finally at Harley’s door, she readied her finger on the trigger of the gun and waited. Maybe this will make me feel better. The door knob turned slowly and the door opened even slower. Suddenly, Harley had a gun pointed at her too. Until the person on the others side of the door realized who they were pointing a gun at.

“Frosty?” Harley felt like smiling. He was in a tux, like always, with a bullet proof vest over it. Behind him were masked henchmen, in weird funny masked that could only be from Mr. J’s mind. Harley’s heart broke. My fault.

“Ms. Quinn, I need you to come back with us. Mr. J is expecting you.” Frost let out a sigh of relief, almost like his life was on the line. Harley’s giggle was hysterical, it probably was.

Harley walked out of the door of her motel room and towards the exit. She climbed into the front seat of a expensive black escalade. Frost and a few henchmen joined her, not looking or talking to her much. Like they were told not too. Frost was making a phone call.

“Boss?” Harley could hear Mr. J’s grumbled reply on the other side, “We got her. Driving back now. Do you want to talk to her?”  

Harley was hopeful for a moment, staring at the phone in Frost’s hand. Trying to hear what was said on the other side. Frost hung up the phone, he started the car, and turned onto the highway as if the phone call had never happened. More tears sprang to her eyes, she turned towards the window of the car so the henchmen couldn’t see.  My fault. My fault. My fault.

OR

“Ms. Quinn?” Frost asked, his eyes down, “Boss wants to talk to you.”

Harley grasped the phone like a lifeline, she wished the henchmen weren’t in the car. One glance at them and they all turned their heads, all but plugged their ears. Frost started the car and turned onto the highway.

“Puddin?” Harley asked in an innocent tone, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-“

“Come straight to my office when you get home.” He hung up.

The car ride was silent except for Harley’s quick crying breaths.

Harley walked toward Joker’s office with only Frost in front of her. Frost opened the door to Mr. J after knocking twice. He walked through the door and she followed him in. Mr. J was seated at his desk, his chair was turned away from the door. As they entered, he turned around. A

“Sit down.” Joker pointed at the seat across from his desk. His anger radiated off of him.

“Puddin, I missed you-“

He stopped her with a hand and pointed at the seat again. Harley sighed and walked to sit in the seat. Joker took a deep breath in and out before he started speaking, his eyes hadn’t left her face. She hadn’t even seen him blink yet.

“Would you like to explain why you didn’t come home?”

“You made an oath to me.” Joker placed his hands on either armrest of her chair, caging her in. “You belong to me.”

“If you leave again-“ Joker’s lips were an inch away from her.

Harley shook her head immediately, “I won’t.”

“If you do,” His hands clasped around the top of her arms tightly, “this will end very differently.”

****Note: J RESPONDS TO BEING HURT WITH ANGER****

“You belong to me.” Joker said clearly, deadly, “Don’t you remember your oath?”

“Yes, of course I do.” Harley’s eyes stayed locked on his, “I live for you. That’s been true since I met you, it will always be true.”

“Are you still mine?” Joker leaned towards her.

“I’ll always be yours.” Harley answered … “You know that, Mr. J.”

Joker ran a hand through his hair and walked around the desk until he was stood in front of Harley.

“Now, since daddy is so forgiving. I’m gonna let you sleep on the couch tonight and not the bench outside.” Joker said, leaning close and placing his hands on the armrests of her chair.

“No, puddin.” Harley cried, quickly cupping his face with her hands, “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. It’s so cold on the couch.”

He tried to twist out of her hands but she held on, running her thumbs over his cheeks softly.

“Get a blanket.” Joker snapped, “Harley, I don’t like to punish you but I can’t just let you walk out like that.”

“I’m so sorry, Mr. J.” Harley brought her face close to his, “I won’t do it again, I promise I won’t. Please, J.” Her lips were a breath against his she moved her arms to wrap around his shoulders, holding him close to her.  

Joker wasn’t backing down, “Enough.” He tore his body out of her hands and slicked back his hair again, “If you don’t stop now, I’m going to make your punishment more severe.”

Harley stood up out of her chair and ran her hands down his chest, “How severe, daddy?” She put on her most innocent voice.

“Harley.” He grabbed her hands in a tight grip. “You’re on thin ice. Go away or you’ll be sleeping on the bench outside with one hand missing.”

Harley lowered her eyes in defeat…

She slowly wrapped her arms around his chest, resting her cheek against his heart, hugging him tightly. His arms stayed at his sides.

“I missed you so much.”

Harley sat down beside him silently, he didn’t move. His head still in his hands. Harley moved to wrap her arms around his shoulders and he pushed her away.

“Harley,” He growled, “Don’t test my patience.”

“Puddin,” She whispered, “I’m sorry. Please.” She hesitantly wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “It will never happen again, I promise.” She whispered, slowly gently pushing his head onto her shoulder… Harley stroked her fingers through his hair softly, helping him to relax against her.

… He growled into her skin, his head twitched back and forth a few times, and then finally he relaxed. He took a deep breath and let her hold him.

After a long while, … She didn’t know how long they sat like that. Her holding him and apologizing softly. Joker purring and growling against her neck… like his head and his body were at war with one another.

A long time later… Joker pushed off her shoulder and quick as lightning, had her chin in between two of his fingers.

“If you ever leave again,” Joker growled, bringing his face close so she heard every syllable of his threat, “this will end very differently.”

“I won’t.” Harley shook her head as best she could with him holding her face OR Harley’s eyes stayed locked with his, the finality in her promise clear.

Joker took a deep breath. In, out. Then rested his forehead against hers.

OR

Joker stared at her unblinking until the answer in her eyes became clear (???).

“You belong to me.” Joker’s lips brushed her as he talked.

“Forever.” Harley promised.

Harley’s eyes stayed locked with his, the finality in her promise clear.

“I’m sorry, J.” Harley whispered in her most innocent tone, “It won’t ever happen again. I’m so sorry.”

Joker stared at her for a while longer. …

“You’re lucky I’m so forgiving.” He said finally.

Harley smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly.

“I missed you so much.” She felt tears hit her eyes again.

Harley tears had finally ceased around three in the morning. She was curled up on the couch unable to sleep without Joker next to her. …

(???) Even with her eyes closed, she saw a light turn on and a door open.  … She opened her eyes and saw Joker’s silhouette in the light of the open door. He looked at her and seemed to find that her eyes were open.

He snapped his head back and forth, growled, and then rose two fingers and motioned her towards him. Harley was immediately on her feet and running towards him. She stopped in front of him. … Joker cupped a hand underneath her chin and forced her to look at him in the eyes.

“Don’t ever leave again.” Joker demanded slowly so she heard every word … and the threat behind them.

“Never again. I promise, puddin.” She promised desperate for his forgiveness.

“Harley,” He clinched and unclenched his free hand, “I will not tell you this again. This is my final warning. If you walk out-“ He cut himself off squeezing his hand under her chin, closing off her air supply.

Harley couldn’t help the desire that rose in her lower stomach.

“It won’t happen again.” Harley … declared.

Joker held her eyes for one second more and then let her go.

“Get in bed.” He said finally.

“Thank you, puddin.” Harley smiled, walking into the bedroom and climbing in. Joker shut the door, bathing them both in darkness.

They both lay still for a moment, Harley knew he was still angry at her. That he wasn’t in the mood to forgive her yet. But she was back in their bed, so that was a good sign. She tried to disguise moving closer to him as trying to find a comfortable spot, she ended up rolled up her side about an inch away from him. Not touching. Harley’s body burned, she wanted to touch him so badly.

… Harley looked up at his face in the darkness… she knew he wasn’t asleep. Usually the only way he could was when she massaged his scalp and body. …

Harley hesitantly, bravely, placed her head on his chest over his heart.

Immediately the Joker pushed her away from him.

“Don’t test me, Harley.” He said, “I’m still mad at you.”

“Yes, sir.” Harley decided to play good, wanting so badly to be back on his good(???) side. She scooted away from him.

A few more minutes passed of silence, Harley didn’t move. She tried to hold back her tears… Joker’s head was snapping back and forth. His growl like an angry lion who hadn’t been fed in days. … Suddenly, his arm grabbed her wrist and pulled her against him.

Am I the only one who doesn’t get hyped for new champions anymore? It began since Jhin was released, I thought of him: “He’s a mix of Sivir, Caitlyn, Jinx and Corki. Nothing original.” What about Xayah and Rakan? PFFT. Another OP AF champion that will be nerfed significantly two or three patches later. I can see myself checking the patch and seeing them being nerfed. OH FUCKING WELL.

Artwork by @mimi-loves-foxes