Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned - A (mostly) coherent rant!
There’s a reason why that ancient adage still holds weight. Because it’s true.
There is not a creature more dangerous, more deadly or more destructive on earth than a woman who hungers for vengeance. When she thirsts for blood, she will do whatever it takes to make a river of red flow. When she wants justice, she will do whatever it takes to see it is meted out. And when she wants to protect her own, she will do whatever it takes to protect her own and god save anyone who even dares defy her.
She will make you bleed with a smile on her face and wine in her hand.
This entire episode, all of it, made me see that side of Felicity completely for the first time. Digg is her brother and friend, and someone messed with him. She ate them alive.
We’d been getting glimpses of her struggle with the darkness inside her, her moral dilemmas, her swinging decision, but for the first time, I saw her accept, embrace and glory in her darkness.
I just love Shiro so much I wrote a song about him also I was sad
Lyrics: Why do I care so much for a fictional character his anime hair and his goddamn eyeliner you’re a freaking drawing and I don’t know to feel I just wish that men like you were real
Shiro you’re my hero I hope you’re doing okay leading Voltron is stressful but you still do it every day I’m sorry Slav is annoying and the Galra won’t leave you alone
You’re still my number one space dad and if you die I’ll be so very sad
Space dad I hope you’re somewhere chillin’ just like that space dad drinking space martini on some nice deserted planet with a good view of the sky so when your team comes back for you they won’t pass you by they won’t pass you by
Me: -remarks on Facebook that 2016 was a shit year, then goes on to recommend optimism and positive action to help make sure 2017 sucks less than it otherwise might-
Person I Know: -messages- But 2016 wasn’t horrible! You got married! That makes it the best year ever!
Me: …A personal bright spot for me doesn’t mean the year wasn’t still horrible for lots of other people, and the consequences of all that shit are gonna come due this year. I might’ve had cake, but the cafe is still on fire.
Isabella is still alive, and is not what she appears to be
The latest episode was literally the last nail in the coffin for me, and I am now completely sure that Isabella was sent from someone to get to Ed and/or Oswald, and that her story is far from over.
I’ve always been suspicious of Isabella, whose entire character and storyline seemed far too convenient to be real - and I know I’m not alone in this. Realistically, I know that something being too convenient is not entirely unheard of in Gotham - let’s just remember the whole Elijah storyline last year - but the almost glaring plotholes and really fishy things about her have just been piling up, and unless the Gotham writers have decided to be particularly, incredibly lazy in writing this one storyline, then things just don’t add up.
Advice for faking self confidence until you get some real confidence
Walk into a room
Realize you are better than everyone in it.
If you’re worried that they’re staring, they are. Why wouldn’t they, why wouldn’t they be staring, I would stare too if someone like you walked into a room
If you’re worried you look bad, who cares. You’re still a god in human form. It’ll slip through regardless of how you look on this particular day.
If you’re upset because you’re overweight or have acne or believe you’re ugly in some way, don’t be. Who gives a damn, these people aren’t worth impressing and the ones who are don’t care about how you look. Look for those people. They alone are your equals and they alone can make you happy. All these fake hoes don’t know what they’re missing but it’s not your job to educate the masses.
If you’re worried because you don’t have any friends, don’t be. It’s not YOUR loss. I mean you’re pretty amazing. If other people don’t recognize it, then it’s because they’re too dull and you’re too bright for them to handle. You gotta step back sometimes, let em breathe.
It’s not easy being them. You have to remember that not everyone has the privilege of being you.
You know, if you’re worried about your future because you haven’t decided about it yet and have no idea, don’t be. It may take you a while to get there, but don’t worry. The future will take a while too. It’s fine to be careful about it. Just don’t get carried away or drag your feet for too long. The world is waiting for you. And there are all kinds of people like you out there who’re just dying to meet you.
I can’t stress it enough.
You might not believe anything I just said, but the beauty of it is that you can if you want to. Literally no one can tell you they’re wrong and if they do, kindly tell em to fuck off.
It took me forever to realize that self confidence is as easy as thinking you’re good enough for this world and then realizing that it’s actually true, you ARE amazing. If you tell yourself you’re the coolest person in a room, you are, because the only person whose approval you will ever need is your own.
You’re gonna have to live with yourself and you might as well love yourself.
I mean. You might as well. What’s the point of doing otherwise? You know something else that’s totally awesome besides you?
You can change yourself if you want to. You are entirely in control of yourself, your body, your choices.
You can’t control other people. But you are in control of you, so realistically speaking, you’re already better than they are because you can choose to be.
Summary: Request fic for @speedywheelz. “imagine where Gerard walks in on you reading naughty fanfics about him haha”.
You got a notification on your phone that your favorite MCR
fanfic author had just posted a new oneshot. You weren’t sure why you still
followed them, to be honest. You’d tried to distance yourself from the Tumblr
fandom after you started dating Gerard for real.
Part of that was because of the flurry of anons you’d
started getting in your inbox when the tabloids got wind of your relationship.
Some of the questions were just invasive (what’s
Gerard really like in bed? ;) ) while others were outright hostile (Wtf makes you think you deserve to date
him?!). The worst part was the fanfic authors who wrote stories where
Gerard broke up with you, or even ones where you died, so that their OC and Gerard could be together. On the other
hand, some writers had started calling you and Gerard their “OTP”. That was
But, this writer was just so good that you couldn’t bring
yourself to unfollow her. She hadn’t posted anything in a while, so you hadn’t
really thought about her for some time. You found yourself clicking onto the
fic anyway. Pairing: Gerard x Reader, the
description warned. Genre: Smut.
You blushed, remembering all the lonely nights when you’d
still been single and had gotten yourself off on the fantasies this author
spun. Gerard wasn’t home at the moment, and you were feeling a little lonely. For old time’s sake, you thought, and,
hesitantly, began to read.
You found yourself getting really into it, your temperature
climbing as you read the filthy, kinky sexual situation the author was
Your fingers twisted
into Gerard’s hair as he thrust into you more deeply and moaned, “Oh, Y/N, yes……..Y/N……..”
“Y/N, what are you doing?” said a voice behind you, and you
“Gerard?!” you gasped, turning around to see your boyfriend
standing there with a raised eyebrow. “Y….You’re home early…..”
“Yeah, I finished up my work a little faster than I thought
I was going to,” Gerard explained, still looking at you curiously. “What are
you reading over there?”
“Nothing!” you said quickly, turning red and clutching your
phone to your chest.
I'm still having a hard time believing that you're as young as you are but you seem like you aren't your age, you seem older. You seem like you've seen some shit in your life- like you're older mentally than you are physically. Pass your skills and mental age down to me pls I need it
Uh no, I can’t, I need every ounce of emotional maturity I need to get through my weeks.
I drain half of it just on Mondays, I’m a babbling child by the weekend.
But I wish you luck.
If you need to…steal the minds of others. They can sustain you until your reserves are full.