i tried my best tbh


“It’s hard to tell the truth, and it’s hard to hear it. It involves feelings. It could make us feel uncomfortable with each other. But, to all of us, [hearing the truth] wasn’t bad. I believe Solar’s words strengthened our unity.”


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giles/jenny + touching

anonymous asked:

Coldflash prompt: Len broke out of prison and as a favor for his old cell mate he contacts his teenaged+ son to deliver a message. Barry is very suprised.

Thanks for prompting me! Sorry for taking so long with this, I couldn’t really figure out where to go!

Barry’s coming back to his dorm room when he spots a guy leaving his room. The dude’s pretty handsome, which in a normal situation would have Barry automatically avoiding eye contact and turning into a stuttering mess, but in this moment he’s less focused on looks and more focused on the fact that this guy broke into his room, which he knows he left locked, specifically because he’s the foster son of a cop and has heard plenty of stories of break-ins and vandalism. When the guy catches his eye, instead of looking guilty or running away he smiles, and Barry inwardly fumes at his nerve.

“Barry Allen, I presume?”

“What were you doing in my room?”

“Leaving you a…little something.”

Barry’s mind fills with images of spray paint or urine left in his room, and gets even more upset.

“How dare -”

“I brought a note from Doc Allen,” the guy says, and Barry freezes.

“It’s on the paper I left on your desk, but in case you want to hear it from a person…He says he loves you, and he’s proud of you, but he wants you to stop visiting him. He wants you to let him go, and be happy. Take your chem degree and do something fun, don’t waste it on him. End message.”

Barry feels dampness run down his cheeks, and belatedly realizes that he must have started crying. “Well you can tell him that I won’t stop visiting him, and I’m going to use my degree to prove him innocent, and if he doesn’t like that then - then too bad!”

The guy smirks. “I don’t plan on delivering more messages between the two of you, but I suspect he’ll understand you’re not giving up the next time you go visit.”

Barry wilts a little, and the guy reaches forward to drop a paper into Barry’s hand. Unfolding it, he sees a phone number. “In case you want to talk,” the guy says.

“I thought you weren’t delivering any more messages?” Barry asks, confused.

“I’m not planning to go back to jail, which I’d need to, to see your dad. But I’d happily see more of you.” The guy winks, and Barry’s left with his mouth hanging open a little as the guy walks away.

He goes into his room, and finds it refreshingly bare of spray paint. If it’s a little overfull of clothes left on the floor, well, that’s how he left it this morning, so he can’t blame it on the break-in. True to the guy’s word, there’s a piece of paper on the desk with his father’s handwriting on it, and Barry reads and rereads it daily until Saturday comes around, and he goes to visit his father again.

soulmate!jung jung
  • when you turn 13, a small box containing an oval locket that is sealed shut is sent to you
  • this locket is specially made to get warmer when you meet your soulmate
  • and opens to a picture of them
  • it’s been 9 years since you’ve received this gift and you’re starting to think the whole thing is a hoaxed
  • you’ve seen a couple of your friends complain about the warmth of their necklace only to have it feel cold in your hands
  • and the opened locket they show you only shows nothing from your eyes
  • 21 and you’re almost done with your college career
  • you’re preparing for a district-wide showcase the dance program in your school partakes in
  • once you reach your second year in dance, you can participate in the showcase
  • you missed out last year because of a bad fall but this year you were more than ready to participate
  • the night before the showcase was a final run through of the show
  • it was your first time seeing everyone and what they were performing
  • sitting in the audience was you and your school mates also participating in the showcase
  • a boy with auburn hair entered the stage dressed in all white
  • his hair stuck out like fire
  • upon landing your eyes on him, you felt a warmth on your chest
  • it only got warmer the more you watched the boy dance on stage
  • his body moved flexibly with the music
  • your necklace became too unbearable on your chest as you decided to yank it off your neck
  • confused at the feeling, you stared at the chain that dangled in your hands
  • your friends stared at you in confusion as well 
  • “are you okay?”
  • “why did you yank that off your chest?”
  • moments later soft mumbles filled the room as everyone conspired what was going on
  • you looked around the room to see the dancers around you whisper to each other and pointing to you and to someone else
  • searching, your eyes wandered to where they were pointing at only to see the boy on stage holding a gold chain in his hand
  • he looked at you with intense eyes, catching his breath from his dance
  • then his look changed. it became softer. his eyes somewhat relieved after seeing you.
  • slowly, he made his way towards you
  • his facial features became more prominent the closer he got and his smile grew wider
  • he stopped just a foot away from you and crouched to meet your eyes
  • “you look a lot like the person in my locket…” he said with shy eyes

Elizabeth of York aesthetic for @margarettudor

   Endearingly called “the Gracious Queen” by her subjects, one clear demonstration of the English people’s love for her can be recalled: while progressing over a carpet of woolen cloth that watching crowds were permitted afterward to take as a souvenir, a riot ensued and some died in the ordeal, all to obtain a piece of the cloth the Queen had tread on.

   After her premature death, the Tower – where she had died – ceased almost entirely to be used as a royal residence. Her family and subjects genuinely grieved her loss.