an incomplete list of the batshit insane things hermione’s done

-prioritized her education over her life

-instantly became ride or die with harry after the troll incedent

-set snape on fire

-brewed an illegal potion for two months in the girls’ bathroom

-turned into a furry

-immediate thought upon encountering a giant murdersnake was ‘better make sure the others find this page on my helpless petrified body bc god knows they won’t figure it out themselves’

-wanted to take finals after like a month in a magical coma

-traveled through time to get even more homework

-figured out lupin was a werewolf and didn’t tell anyone because he was a relatively competent teacher compared to magic ryan seacrest and literal voldemort

-essentially snatched trelawney’s weave gotdamn

-slugged draco malfoy, terrified him and his hulking buddies into running, went back in time to watch it again

-confronted a werewolf and his alleged mass murderer friend because, again, ride or die

-broke time travel laws in order to jailbreak azkaban escapee and his pet hippogriff

-dated an international sports star

-put up with all the vile shit rita skeeter wrote about her

-joined secret order dedicated to fighting voldemort

-put up with harry’s shit

-imprisoned a woman in a jar for months, blackmailed her into doing what she wanted

-formed and organized secret defense class, peer pressured harry into leading it

-permanently disfigured the girl who ratted them out. snitches get stitches.

-manipulated the shit out of umbridge

-basically left her to rot in the forbidden forest

-went to fight death eaters with like six of her mates despite her misgivings (RIDE. OR. DIE.)

-immediately agreed to destroy the dark lord’s soul with her buddies despite not having any idea how (RIDE! OR! DIE!)

-mind wiped her parents and made them go to australia to keep them safe

-essentially singlehandedly kept harry and ron alive and functional for the majority of the deathly hallows

-wore the locket while still managing not to be a shithead

-got the shit tortured out of her by bellatrix lestrange. didn’t go insane.

-fought in the battle of hogwarts. didn’t die.

-was unfailingly loyal and did everything she could to keep harry safe for seven years, even when he was quite frankly being a jackass

Black Tumblr has got to stop making everything about race.

Article: woman (who just happens to be black) dies of anafalactic shock after accidentally being served onions at local restaurant.

Tumblr: another black person dying and it isn’t major news? Amerikkka.

Article: this young man who happens to be black is volunteering at a soup kitchen

Tumblr: #blackpride

Article: the cause of the crash that killed this family of 4 (who just happened to be black) was a faulty traffic light.

Tumblr: # protectblacklives

Article: Child (who just happened to be black) bullied for liking pokemon. Later commits suicide

Tumblr: why do black people have to deal with stuff like this?

Stop turning things that don’t have to do with race into racial issues. If it would have happened regardless of race, your tumblr activism hashtags and comments only take away from it. Someone doing something good or bad regardless of race does not need your attempt at problack commentary. If race is not a clear central theme of the action, then those are just empty words. That is just making light of the incedent. That is just diverting attention to the unimportant.

If I win a debate competition or save someone’s life or get attacked by a dog, I wouldn’t want people to focus on my race when it isn’t even notable to what happened.


HELLO! i’ve met some people who have wanted to stan shinee, and asked for information on them, so i decided to make this huge post for anyone who wants to know more about shinee and/or potentially stan!!! all are welcome!!!

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Tim Drake Headcanons: Hellboy/Deadpool Inspired!S/O

Request: Hey hun, we messaged about this but it was on your old blog. I was wondering if you were still willing to do headcannons of Timmy with a s/o that lowkey acts and dresses like Hellboy? As always your writing is friggin amazing -Lizz

Notes: LIZZ MY GIRL I’M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!!! I haven’t seen the Hellboy movies in years but I watched Deadpool last night, so you’ll notice I took a lot from that movie too XD

Masterlist | Inbox

Taglist: @followeroonieclassic @instantangelstudent @puggleprincess @robincoalition

  • Psionic Energy Manipulation, telepathy, and mental manipulation, the doctors called it.
  • I can move shit with my mind, you called it.
  • It was simple. (Color) energy swirled around you and you could use it in a number of ways; reading and manipulating minds, moving things, flying/levitation, the works. Before you gained your powers through a chemical-induced accident you were an average high school kid, avoiding bullies and homework, with little athletic prowess and too much sarcasm. When they did come around—well, you’d been raised by a cop. Doing the right thing (even if you had to go a little outside of the law) was in your blood. You became a superhero the night you managed to knock a can off your coffee table with your magical energy—you can take a good guess at how well that first night went.
  • You discovered the hard way that your powers were tied to your emotions.
    • In a burst of math-driven frustration, you’d struck your fists against your desk… and it exploded.
    • After a tearjerking film over a bucket of soupy ice cream, your sudden forlornness caused your fridge to cave in and your sink to… sink.
    • You awoke from a nightmare and every item in your room had been floating, then promptly fell to the floor.
  • So, as a solution, you went to the one person you could trust; a superhero.
  • Or you tried to. Batman was too busy. So, instead, you approached Red Robin one night and help him beat up some baddies, before telling the surprisingly attractive young man your sitch. Obviously, he was down to help and created a quick prototype for a necklace (that sent off pulses of energy that opposed yours) and asked for a week to make it.
  • Red Robin also insisted that you stick around so he can make sure you don’t accidentally blow up a building or something, so you rotated between his bunker and your parent’s house.
  • He also decided, hey, you suck at using your powers so I’ll show you how or at least help you figure them out. But while you were practicing with him, you accidentally read his mind and learned his name; Tim Drake. He insisted you keep it a secret, so in trade, you told him your real name. The rest is history.
  • You and Tim start dating around the time you join the Teen Titans. Needless to say, it is startling. Tim Drake is a confident, mission-driven, detective. You’re a cocky, sarcastic, super-powered missile of a person who tends to do reckless things and listen to few. But you somehow manage to make a good team.
  •  Tim is the brains while… you are also the brains and the power, but the brains that distract him with witty punchlines and dirty jokes whispered behind hands.
    • [whispering] “That’s what he said.”
    • “I swear to God, Y/N—”
  • You originally joked around to hide how insecure you were about yourself, but now you do it almost purely for Tim’s sake. When he’s upset a stupid pun will always make him smile, scoff and say,”That was horrible, Y/N. [Insert better pun here, that starts a pun-battle]”
  • You were kidnapped once by Ra’s Al Ghul, and while he was monologuing you say Tim in the skylight. So, of course, you decided piss Ra’s off/scare him by singing this before Tim bust in.
  • You, after crashing through a window on your motorcycle and taking out the remaining 20+ bad guys: sup fuckers.
  • Tim: oh shit
  • The Batcomputer refers to you as “My dope-ass fresh princess” and Tim can’t figure out how you did it and how to fix it.
  • Jason, gesturing to your Red Robin pajama pants: … Aren’t those men’s pants? They’re like four sizes too big.
  • You: I don’t need a dick to enjoy Tim Drake.
  • Tim: [silence]
  • You constantly look into the camera like your in the office and Tim is like “wtf are you looking at?”
  • “Is that blood?”
  • “No?”
  • “That wasn’t a question you could answer with another question, Y/N.”
  • You curse all the time. This has caused at least five incedents with Damian and Jason respectively.
  • Bruce is still really confused? You? Tim? You + Tim = a thing??
  • <p> <b>Steve:</b> Bucky!<p/><b>Bucky:</b> Yes?<p/><b>Steve:</b> Where's my shield?<p/><b>Bucky:</b> What?<p/><b>Steve:</b> Where my shield?!<p/><b>Bucky:</b> I um put it away.<p/><b>Steve:</b> Where?<p/><b>Bucky:</b> Why do you need to know?<p/><b>Steve:</b> I need it!<p/><b>Bucky:</b> Oh no your not running off on another mission! We've been planning this dinner for two months!<p/><b>Steve:</b> The public's in danger!<p/><b>Bucky:</b> My evenings in danger!<p/><b>Steve:</b> You tell me where my shield is Barnes! We are talking about the greater good!<p/><b>Bucky:</b> I'm your husband! I'm the greatest good your ever going to get!<p/></p>

Come una preghiera

Come lama che trafigge ripida sulle mie forme

Come polvere fra le dita, impalpabile, eterea rimbalza contro

Come abito pagano scucito d’illusione rivestito dalle mie mani

che empie ti hanno donato pendagli da esibire e da celare.

Solo doni di errori i miei regali laceri sorrisi e parole bare, travagli,

o infiniti tormenti da placare.

Solo ali da strappare negli infiniti voli senza dimore.

Come amore che sconfigge anche quando arretra

Come amore che toglie anche quando si dona

Tutto di te incede come canto notturno


Che dolore non Ti sfiori nella muta essenza che t’allontana

Che ricordo non ti doni ferita sanguinante e vana

che carezza ti riporti strada che spiana cibo che sfama calore che ricopre

Dai sorriso alla tua vita prima che inventi lacrima da versare invano.

Foto e parole by Federica

Dal progetto” Inside me -inside you. Con @madonnacathy

Trek Fest 2017

Word Count: 1367
Tags: @dolamrothianlady, @supermoonpanda, @kirkaholic123, @curiosity-killed-the-speedster, @starmission @emmkolenn @sugarshai @outside-the-government@southernbellestatues @engineeringtrashcan @rayleyanns @sistasarah-sallysaidso, @yourtropegirl
Prompt: from @frostedej: Apples, cheesy pickup lines, soulmates, humor, sneaky crewmates, and of course our favorite blond, Jim Kirk, and gender neutral reader.


You couldn’t have been older than 14, helping for the summer at your Uncle’s orchard in Kennewick, picking apples. It was hard work, and the muscles across your shoulders became tight and corded from the labour. You took to laying in the dirt by the sorter at the end of the day, trying to work the knots out.

“I can show you a better way to work the kinks out.” He was silhouetted in the late afternoon sun, but his shoulders were broad and strong and you recognized his shape, somewhat. He usually worked in the lower orchard, and Uncle Matt had warned you to stay away from the guys that worked down there. “Nothing but prison fodder and ne’er-do-wells,” he’d claimed.

You sat up and tipped your head forward, inviting him to help, Matt’s admonishments be damned. His hands were strong and capable, and he worked the tight muscles loose, wordlessly. Almost like a guitar string being plucked, you felt him pull at the corded mass at the base of your neck and as each bundle of tension released, you felt the air flow out of you until you were practically melted, a puddle in the hot August dirt.

“If I’m not here to help next time, take the hardest apple you can, but it between you and the ground and roll,” he spoke quietly. You turned to thank him, and in the inceding time between his approach and finishing the massage, the sun had set enough for you to get a good look. He had the bluest eyes you’d ever seen. “I should go. Matt doesn’t like us lower orchard guys hanging out with the college crowd.”

“I’m not in college,” you blurted, kicking yourself for not thanking him.

“But you will be, Apples. Someday,” he smiled.

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Mysterious Things // Carl Grimes Imagine

At last!!!! I’ve finally finished the third and final part of my ‘Miscellaneous Things’ series! Thanks so much for being so patient my loves <3

Tell me what you think! I worked v hard on this one lmao

find part 1 here  and part 2 here     or find all of my writings here

-Mads <3

A L E X A N D R I A // P A R T 3 // 2 8 9 2

I took a deep breath, hesitating before knocking on his door.

It’s been a month y/n. Get a fucking grip.

After finally mustering up the courage to knock, I took a step back, fixing my hair subconsciously for the third time.

I heard footsteps jog up to the door, and before I knew it, there he was, looking as painfully adorable as ever, but also extremely confused.

“Y/n? Oh shit uh… h-hey, I didn’t think you’d, you’d actually come.” Carl rubbed the back of his neck, before reaching up to attempt to fix his hair.

“I literally told you yesterday that I as coming to look after Judy today, Carl.”

“Yeah, yeah I know but I thought… I don’t know, I thought you’d bail because you’d be stuck with me all day..since..ya know..” He trailed off. I scrunched my eyebrows, confused.

“Carl, I’ve told you before that things don’t need to be awkward between us, ok? Plus, I’ll be ok with Judy on my own for the day so you don’t have to hang about if you don’t want to.” I said with a small smile, stepping past him into the house towards Judy’s room.

“No! no, I’ll stay here, Dad said- well, he implied that… I-I want to stay here. With you.” Carl stuttered from his place near the door behind me. My eyes widened slightly at his comment, but I kept walking, saying nothing.

It was true, I had told Carl several times that I didn’t mind still being friends. Yes, I did confess my love to him a few weeks ago, but I’ve come to accept that he was never meant to be mine.

Carl however, always made it awkward. He hardly spoke to me anymore. Sometimes I would catch him staring at me, which made my heart skip, but then he’d look away guiltily and I’d realise that Enid’s hand was wrapped around his.

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i just hit 90k and i can’t quite really believe it to be honest, thanks so much to everyone who follows this blog, thanks for the nice messages. and thanks for the rude ones, lol! only 10,000 away from the big 100 thousand. so many times i cant be bothered to be post, but i’m proud of what i have achieved from this blog, and didnt expect this when i started.

i feel like the football tumblr community has died a little recently, lets try and get it back to what it was back in the 2014 world cup (when this blog went from 20k-30k in a couple of weeks), now that was when tumblr was fun and incedible and full of football posts!

Fatally Allergic

Originally posted by dannymoonhealani

Requested by: @jurrasicpork

Request:  Hey! I was the one who requested the young Derek imagine! It’s SOO GOOD!!! By the way, I’d like to request another imagine with Derek, where she’s his best friend (and secretly his anchor) and Derek is totally in love with her and everybody can see it except for the reader (who, by the way, is a water nymph or some sorta supernatural creature) .And when Derek confesses his feelings after being pressurised by the pack, the reader rejects him because she’s slowly dying and a good end+fluff

A/N: Pretend that the Pack threw the Mountain Ash and not the Darach. Also, when you find that one gif that perfectly matches your story :).

Being a water nymph was extremely interesting. You could control water whether it be in liquid or solid state, but for some reason not the gas. You could breathe underwater and blend in. The pressure didn’t harm you at all. One of the best perks was that you could talk to water creatures.

But of course, all of these perks come with a con. Water nymphs are fatally allergic to Mountain Ash. It is strange, but it’s true. Unfortunately, I had been exposed to some. I’m dying.

How could I have been exposed to some? The pack, while trying to defeat the Darach, had trapped her in a circle. I was in the room, and close enough to get a whiff of it. Now why would they throw Mountain Ash if I was fatally allergic to it? Well, they don’t know about it. I didn’t find it necessary, and besides, Mountain Ash was a resource that would eventually need to be used. If I told them about it, they would never have used Mountain Ash again, possibly leading to their defeat. This pack was doing things for the greater good. They were saving people, saving a town. They were risking their lives, and I don’t want them to be killed because of one person. Because of me.

So it has been two weeks since the incedant. Two weeks may seem like a long time for a fatally allergic reaction to be fatal, but throughout those weeks, us nymphs begining to get symptoms. Pain everywhere, a loss in powers, skin becoming paler, burning in the throat, and more. I have all of the symptoms listed, but act like I’m fine in front of the Pack.

Today was one of those days where I had to put on a fake smile and pretend everything was alright. We were havinga Pack meeting at Derek’s loft. Just one of those get together and talk and eat and play games sort of meetings. I was looking forward to it because they were really fun.

When I walked into Derek’s loft, I saw that everybody was already there. “Y/N.”&#157; Said Allison. “You’re late. Is everything alright?”

“What time was I supposed to be here?”&#157; I ask.

“6:00.”&#157; Answers Stiles. I looked at my watch. 6:47. I thought I wasn’t supposed to be here until 6:45. My memory is fading.

“Oh.” I said. “Sorry.”&#157; I walk over to them and begin to sit down. “Wait,”&#157; said Lydia, “before you sit down. Derek wants to ask you something.”&#157;

I look confused at Derek and he stands up. He clears his throat. “Um. Y/N, I really like you and was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?”

“What? You-You like me?”&#157; I ask and he nods in response. “But you’ve never shown any sign of such an emotion.”

“Yes he has.”&#157; Everybody said at the same time. “You’re oblivious.”

I stand there for a moment, not saying anything. How could I go on a date with him and die within the next week?

“So?” Derek wonders.

“Derek, I would love to-”

Everybody cuts me off by shouting their own different forms of congratulations and of excitement.

“But I can’t.”&#157; I say.

Everybody stops and turns to me. “What?”&#157; They all ask.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Derek, but I can’t. How could I go on a date with you and then break your heart with in the next week?“

“What do you mean?”&#157; Derek asks.

I groan and fall back onto a recliner that was behind me. I had to tell them.

“I’m dying.”&#157; I said.

“We’re all dying.”&#157; Said Stiles.

“I’m going to die next Wednesday.”

“How can you be that specific?”&#157; Derek asks.

“Because it takes exactly three weeks for me to die after I have been exposed.”

“Exposed?”&#157; Lydia clarifies. “To what?”

“Mountain Ash. All water nymphs are fatally allergic.”

‘Why didn’t you tell us?!”&#157; Derek yells.

I explained my motives. Everybody was quiet after that. Until Allison said, “Are you in pain?”&#157;

“More then you could ever imagine.”&#157; I state. 

Derek comes over and grabs my and begins to take my pain. I don’t care. We can still spend the days that we have left together.”

“I can’t do that to you. “

“You’re not doing anything to me. I love you Y/N.”&#157;

“I love you too." 

richjake stuff (chapter 1/?)

here’s some shitty richjake i promised some one super cool. also, just as an announcement, i have no idea where this whole thing is going, so enjoy i guess! there’s not many warnings, but suicidal thoughts are mentioned very briefly and the boys have some cry time (it gets better don’t y'all worry, i’m planning on doing multiple chapters) edit: if y'all actually like this story could ya check out the other chapters? like i know this one is popular bc a good blog rb it.
Rich felt like shit. He usually did, but he didn’t usually burn down houses; let alone his best friend’s house. Nothing he could do about it now. The bleached tiles and hospital food was driving him crazy. He overheard the doctors suggesting that he go to a psychiatric hospital to be evaluated. The only thing that made this situation a bit better was the fact that he miraculously got Jeremy as his hospital-room mate and not some random old guy with tuberculosis. Although Jeremy was out cold, Michael visited him everyday.
“Hey, Rich,” Michael said, waving. Rich returned the greeting before staring off at something across the room. “Are you okay, dude? Anything you need to talk about? I can’t say that I know how you feel, but if you want to talk about anything I’m here.” Rich did want to talk about it, but ever since the SQUIP deactivated, his stupid lisp came back. He swore he heard some of the nurses laughing about it at some point. He just shook his head in response. Michael smiled and nodded. His eyes returned to Jeremy. Rich admired their friendship. Even through the SQUIP incedents, they were able to overcome everything. He guessed that it was because they had such a history together.
Rich didn’t have that with anyone. Sure, he was friends with Jake, but that was only after his SQUIP took over. Jake never liked the real Rich Goranski. He didn’t know about the lisp, the anxiety, and especially not the suicidal thoughts. And he didn’t plan on bringing them up again; the last time he did that he hurt so many people. Even with the SQUIP gone, Rich knew that he was going to keep up this charade for as long as he could. There was no way in hell he was going back to the way he was.
He was suddenly ripped from his thoughts when he heard the door open. A nurse was pointing in his direction; then in came Jake. Rich could barely fucking look at him-at what he had done. Both of Jake’s legs were broken and he looked exausted. Jake thanked the nurse before slowly making his way past Jeremy’s bed and over to Rich. He plopped down in the chair that was closest to Rich and leaned his crutches against the wall. Michael stood and pulled on the curtain that separated the two sides of the room.
“I don’t want to be invasive. I know it’s just a curtain, but you don’t have to worry about me,” Michael said before closing himself off from Jake’s side of the room.
“I would ask how you’re doing, but I can kinda guess,” Jake chuckled. “What’s up, dude. I haven’t seen you in like forever.” Rich couldn’t bear to make eye contact. Why was Jake beeing so cool about seeing him? Rich had just burned down his house, broken his legs, and was now a completely different person than the one that Jake had been able to tolerate. Part of Rich just wanted to be alone and wallow in self-pity, but the other part of him wanted to just get all this over with.
“Why did you come here?” Rich looked over at his concered friend. He was honestly taken aback by the emotion that Jake was showing. Of course, it was appreciated, but it was something Rich would have never expected. “Like, I burned down your house and your legs are broken. Why the fuck would you even want to see me?”
Something in Jake’s eyes softened when he finally connected his gaze with his friend. Slowly, Jake reached out a hand toward Rich, giving him time to make a decision. Rich just turned his head away and closed his eyes. He felt a large hand gently rest on his arm. “I came to make sure you were doing okay. I just really want you to be okay, after all the SQUIPs and evrything,” Jake murmured calmly.
“You know about the SQUIP?” Rich asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking (and his lisp from being too prominant). Jake nodded and explained he events of the play, ending his ramble with clarifying why Jeremy was in the hospital, too. Rich turned his away again. He didn’t feel like he could cry in front of Jake. Crying was not cool.
“Hey,” Jake whispered. “it’s okay, dude. I know that things are fucking awful, but please try not to worry about anyone judging you. I will beat the shit out of anyone who tries anything. We all miss you; I miss you. If you need to cry or talk or anything, I’ll be here for whatever you need. I only had a SQUIP for, like, less than an hour. I can only imagine what it was like to live with that for two years. I’m just sorry that all this happened.” Rich felt hot tears on his face. He sluggishly moved to look at Jake; he was crying too. The tears flowed freely through closed eyes. Rich threw his head back against the flat hospital pillow and sobbed openly. He hoped Jake wasn’t looking. Crying was not cool. Jake gently shifted his hand from his friend’s arm to his hand. “We can get through this, okay? I’m always here.”

where-did-all-my-spoons-go  asked:

Nother headcannon Shiro has taken to holding Lances hand whenever they are planet side. Lance is such a curious bean that he tends to wander off without thinking about it. After a particularly harrowing incedent some local flora, Shiro makes sure to keep him firmly attached to his side, and all exploring is done together so they can keep eachother safe

!!!! Adorable??? Thank you ❤

Blake Noir - a fitting name for a shadowman

Blake used to work for the mafia back in the golden days, he knew the rules in the back of his hand: if you don’t do the job right, you gotta pay the price. He was okay with that, but them, he was not the only one to pay.

The butcher gang were the one that found him first, in a pub, he was playing the sax, doing his job, but them found out some interesting habilities he had: the ink toon cold change his aparences (still, he couldn’t make a perfect copy, but a like-shadow figure of the others around) as long as there was some light on the room, he was there, seing potential, they picked him in.

But then, there was the failed mission incedent, and he knew he was the one to blame… Not his wife, the mafia took Helen’s life away, the one he cared the most because of his failture. That was his breaking point, he would never forgive the one that made it.
When his request to know who killed his wife was denied, there was when he broke apart for it, from it all, friends, pals, everything. Now in the city, his main goal not exactly being end the mafia, or revange on behalf of his wife, but rather on finding the book that could bring her back. The ilusion of living

He tends to have a hard time making friends or even wanting to make them usually because of his… brutal honesty, which makes it hard for some people to get used to, also his pessimistic behavior, but even when he thinks the worst case scenario, well, he does it anyway.

There you go @eliana55226838 my 1º guy is here x3 damn you and your wonderful AU that got stuck on my mind!


Blake please be nicer to the broken hearted fox

anonymous asked:

Noah fence but Danger Days is an incedible piece of art that somehow has only a little bit of canon material but still so much detail? And even though it's not classic emo it still stands for everything MCR is. Gerard has a genius mind and he can make incredible things come to life. I hate to imagine some universe where he never recovered from his addictions and problems, and all that passion and creativity never end up seeing the light of day. Where would we all be without him?

YES the entire world of danger days blows my mind every time i think about it. i’ve said this before but gerard created a world with characters we love and a history and a future and artifacts and jargon and a way of life that’s so different from our own and then he just dropped us into it with so little explanation. frank said one time that gerard is as close to a genius as you can get and imo he’s completely right. gerard has an incredible creative intellect and i admire him so much. and yeah, same. all the time i think about what gerard was struggling with for pretty much all of his life and what he still struggles with today and how he could have not recovered. it’s fucking scary.

// sleepover smonday talk to me about mcr!