is literally just having the time of his life

You know who deserves better? Bellamy Blake.

I don’t know how many times I have to say this. This boy was 6 years old when he was told that the rest of his life would be spent protecting and taking care of his new baby sister. 6! Not a young adult, not a teen, not even a preteen. He was literally a child just out of his own toddler years. He then spent the next 16 years fulfilling the commitment he never volunteered for, and he did an amazing job. He was abused by the guards and lost his own job and chance at a better life to try and keep his sister safe and happy. He went past his obligation of keeping her safe by trying to fulfill her dream of leaving the room. He wanted her happy.

He then willingly risked his life, by shooting at the chancellor to get onto the dropship. If he failed to get on, he would be floated and killed. If he got on the dropship, he knew there was still a high chance of death, and you know what? He still did it.

On the ground, while at first he acted all cocky and full of it, he slowly accepted all the delinquents as family. His original commitment to his sister was cemented by the new threats of the ground.

To Bellamy, love is unconditional. To Bellamy, love means giving your life up without a single thought for a chance at the happiness and survival of a loved one. He doesn’t care whether he’s looked upon favorably or whether the love is two sided, as long as the ones he loves are safe.

Bellamy Blake is not selfish. He is driven by how he knows to love.

literally every character this season: how does it feel to be on the sidelines, victor? how is it to watch your long-time rivals perform from the audience? how do you feel about having your records broken? 

victor: could you take a picture of yuri and me with my phone?????

Honestly? I’m tired of seeing people justify Yurio’s behavior by saying “Oh, he’s fifteen.”

Yes, he’s fifteen and you’re literally reducing his character to nothing but his age.

You’re making it sound like he doesn’t have a personality, doesn’t have motivations, doesn’t have a history, like his entire character is just being fifteen years old.

As though Yurio is nothing but hormones and pubescent rage. If that’s truly the case, I don’t think that makes for a very good character?

But it isn’t because see, that’s the point - being smol and angry and completely and utterly rude is Yurio’s personality (at least at this stage of his life). It’s time to stop waving it off as his being fifteen and accept that that’s what he is.

And yeah, let’s say it altogether: Yurio has been acting like a complete brat recently. It’s time to stop running away from that fact and pretending that everything is fine because the anime is making this pretty clear. I like him but I’m honestly growing sick of his attitude.

Disrespecting his elders, superiors, his fans, his rivals, his rivals’ fans, insulting people left and right, kicking people, rubbing his success in other’s faces - they’re all things that he does and do you really want to wave that off as an “age thing”. “Oh, he’s a kid, he doesn’t understand.” Really, now? I mean, I’m sure that there are 15-year-olds out there like that and who can relate to that, but 90% of them also realize what they’re doing and do it on purpose.

I think we can hold him responsible for those things at the very least? He’s in full control of his actions, even if he’s young. And see, I’m not saying that you can’t like him - I think he can be very likable. But it’s time to stop pretending like he’s an innocent little angel who never does anything wrong when he’s badmouthing someone literally every episode (usually for no good reason). It’s time to accept how violent and rude he can be and how flawed he essentially is.

And see, here you could say “That’s because he had a difficult past!”. To be honest though…? We don’t know. Maybe he did! Maybe he didn’t. ‘Maybe’s don’t get us anywhere though, so we can drop that argument. We just don’t know.

And then I’m sure some people are willing to say “But he still deserves to win the Grand Prix because he worked hard for it!”. Oh, he did, didn’t he? Just like

you know

maybe

literally every other skater in this show?

There is not a single person in the six who qualified to the Grand Prix Finale that did not work hard. Maybe we don’t see it, but JJ wasn’t born with his skills either, Chris spent at least ten years perfecting his skills, we know how hard Phichit worked to get his performance across to people and similar can be said for Otabek. And Yuuri? We know just how much Yuuri had to go through to get there - not just physically (although he practiced a lot as well) but mentally.

Literally all of them deserve that gold medal in similar amounts.

Sure, Yurio worked harder this season, that’s true. But it’s not like his work is not paying off? He got two silver medals and for a debut that’s good. It was also mentioned that he got gold in a different competition (Guang Hong was there too). And he broke a world record for God’s sake. And he still has the European championships ahead of him. Not to mention, like another ten years of competing in the Grand Prix Final. He has plenty of time to see his work pay off. It’s not time for him to win yet. Certainly not with that attitude.

And then some people go “It’s a competition judging your skills, not judging your personality!” Yes, that’s true. But this competition exists within an anime which is created by real life people which decide who wins and who loses. And do you really think they will let the brat get away with what he does just because he ‘worked hard’? Nah, mate. I can already see his fall during the Free Skate. It will be painful and glorious.

But that’s a good thing! Because that’s what will make Yurio grow! Maybe even help him grow out of his violent tendencies and into a more humble skater who can win with grace. Think of Victor. How did he act when he won? Certainly not like this, and we all know that Victor knows he’s amazing, but that doesn’t mean that he shows it like an arrogant ass at every step of the way. That’s where Yurio’s character needs to go - in the direction of humility and modesty. Because what’s a victory worth if it will simply fuel his ego and his unacceptable behavior?

At the end of the day, being fifteen isn’t an excuse and narratively speaking, it’s time for Yurio to learn a lesson.

Losing to “that pig” Yuuri would certainly be a good opportunity for that.

I love Yurio but it’s high time for some character development. We’ll love him all the more when he grows as a person.

real talk tho, hearing alec say “i always knew i couldn’t have what i wanted” fucked me up??? like he actually said that. it’s canon. he knew. he always knew and he just assumed he would have to push it down and ‘fulfill his duty’ and marry a female shadowhunter and have children with her and i’m just. my heart is so heavy for that little boy

but now here he is tho right? saying that on a date with his new boyfriend he’s literally. he changed it! he met magnus and he realized for the first time in his life that things could be different. and now he’s dating this beautiful man and is going to get to slowly fall in love with him and one day they’re going to get married and have kids together and it’s everything to me i’m

Are you telling me that Regina - the Regina Mills who rightfully didn’t want her son’s birth mother to suddenly be in her kid’s life, and who took a long time to get used to the idea of sharing him with her - is okay with Henry living with the sleazy pirate and being close to consider him a father figure?


Are you telling me that Henry - the Henry Daniel Mills who took 2/3 seasons to finally forgive his own mother - is forgiving the pirate after literally 5 minutes, and not only that you have him say “he would never hurt this family” when he literally tried to kill them all just the month before?

Are you telling me that Emma - the Emma Swan who could always see right through everyone’s lies and took crap from no one - can’t recognize the multiples times in which her bf is lying to her face, and keeps buying all the bullshit he throws at her?

And finally, are you saying that Snow - the Snow White who could immediately see that Ruby shared true love with Dorothy, and who is quick to point her finger at Rumple for treating Belle badly - can’t see how much Regina and Emma love each other, and how horrible H00k is being to her own daughter?

literally the gay in Carry On is so soft,, so pure… we need more books like that where there’s just kissing until their mouths go sore,,,,, and kindness,,, Simon Snow who never kissed a boy in his life is now Simon “I Solve Problems With My Mouth” Snow kissing the BF whenever he needs to calm Baz down……………its great it’s a great time I may have cried a little

Jackson deserves the world

I know I’m Jackson biased but come on, he doesn’t deserve all this hate, no one does, but some of these commenters really take it far.

He gets sick and I agree it seems he does get sick often. We can’t ignore why. He works himself to death. He flies everywhere and is working on got7s comeback right now. No wonder he’s sick. The man literally doesn’t have the time to be healthy.

Jackson is the sweetest, most down to earth celebrity I know, and he does his best for all of us ahgases. Some antis have told him he should just die if he keeps getting sick. They really wished death upon him. Some ahgases have said he owed them attention and whatnot for being a celebrity. But we cannot ignore that he is only human. Everyone has a personal life set apart from their work life.

Nobody should be treated like an object, but especially not him.

anonymous asked:

Grovers empathy link w percy while he was in Tarturus

Okay this is literally so sad but I’m going to make this into a one-shot:

-Grover literally has heart attacks twenty four seven like…

-First he empathy links with them when they are falling into Tartatrus and Grover just loses it once the connection dies and he presumes his friends have died.

-Then Percy is able to empathy link him long enough for him to know they are okay.

-But then of course, because of having amazing timing he empathy links them when they are fighting Misery and Grover doesn’t think that he’s ever been so scared for people in his life.

-Alas, however, they are able to empathy link once they return to the surface and for the first time in a few weeks, Grover can sleep well, knowing his two friends are safe, and that the three of them will be reunited once again.

do you ever just realize that you are blessed? you literally came out of your parents and made a life. You were given a LIFE, it’s such a gift to be alive. You got to really take time and appreciate & Thank God. one day you will make it to his Palace, his Kingdom. do good now, be nice to people, praise the word of God, love yourself, love your enemies, cherish what you have cause it will be gone some day. life’s just so pure! ❤


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Just randomly remembered a time when I was a tiny little kid where my Mom forbid me to watch cartoons in the morning before school (because I was already always late), but my Dad would secretly let me watch them (and sit with me) on Wednesdays. You gotta know that my Dad is a fairly old, very quiet and closed-off 5′2 man, a Father of 5 and Grandpa of 7, spending his life building wooden sailboats and potteries and silently offering random people literally anything that is growing in his garden at the time. Basically, imagine Ron Swanson but older and tinier. So, having him organize secret Resistance to be able to watch Franklin the Turtle with his tiny daughter before dropping her to school was just very cute and yeah I just love my small and quiet Dad.

We all have old versions of ourselves. Do you see yourself the same way as last year, last month, or even last week? I do not. I talk to people so easily these days, I stand where I once crumbled just at a touch last year. I do not cry when my father raises his voice like I did a few months ago. I compliment a girl I could not talk to last week. Constantly, we are changing, growing, fluctuating.



This is how I know we have many soulmates. Maybe you met yours when you were as young as eight or as old as seventy-eight. Either way, we have a soulmate of every version of ourselves. You loved an old version of me. You can keep her. I do not want that version of myself back ever again.

—  We are growing and changing constantly, we all have different versions of ourselves that different versions of people love.
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. First not knowing how to tell you

. You eventually finding out because of Stiles

. Him being extremely protective

. Literally wanting to kill any guy that flirts with you

. He’s right by your side 24/7

. Takes care of you when you’re sick

. You protecting him, even if he’s 20 times stronger than you

. Being the power couple of beacon hills

. Him risking his life for you

. “Scott, I’m always going to be by your side. You don’t have to worry”

. “I just can’t loose another person that I love, Y/N”

. Cheering him when he has a game

. Being best friends with Melissa

. Competing with Stiles for Scott’s attention

. Making out in Coach’s office

. Literally doing everything with Melissa

. “Mom, do you love Y/N more than me?”

. “That’s something I can’t answer”

. Cuddling

. “I love you so so so much, Y/N”

. “i love you so so so much too, Scott”


REQUEST: “Could I request a protective/smutty credence? Maybe the reader is trying to get away from an abusive parent maybe that she cut out of her life or something and she decides to go to credence for help to at least feel safe. Maybe he uses magic for the first time because he gets so angry that someone tried to hurt the reader. Then that leads to some loving smuttyness? I just have a real need for protective credence 😩”

Warnings: Unprotected sex (pls use protection), mentions of abuse, presence of abusers momentarily

Word Count: 1,689


You’d known Credence for a while now, You had (quite literally) run into him while he was passing out fliers for his mother, and while you were helping him pick them up and apologizing profusely, you had noticed his hands and the fading silver lines on them interspersed with fresher, more scabbed up cuts. You were familiar with those marks, since you had similar ones on your back and legs, so you had known you’d have to be around this boy, whose name you had learned was Credence. He hadn’t opened up to you at first, but after a few weeks of continuing to talk to him on the streets where he passed out fliers and after showing him some of your own scars and fresh marks, he began to share his stories and what was happening at home with Mary Lou. The two of you were almost inseparable after that, becoming each other’s support and understanding and helping each other through everything.

Which is why, after the subway incident, Credence had gotten Newt to find you and take you away with them. In return for the hospitality and the help you’d gotten to escape your own parents, you helped Credence with staying calm and therefore keeping his obscurus in check (as he helped you to stay calm anyway, when panic attacks found you in the night and had you screaming that your parents would find you) and assisted Newt in caring for his beasts. Sometimes, though, you still felt as though you weren’t helping enough, so one day, you decided to walk down the street to the store to grab something to make something nice for dinner for everyone that had been so kind to you. As it turned out, this was a huge mistake.

You were rounding a corner to pick up some milk when you came to face to face with both of your parents. After the initial shock, you could see the anger coming clearly to your faces, presumably because you had left without saying anything at all and had probably left their house in a disarray. You knew they would have been more upset to lose a maid than a daughter. Your heart started beating wildly, and you dropped your basket as you sprinted your way back to the apartment. Panic started to settle when you realized that your parents were following close behind you, wanting to take you back to them and see where you had been hiding all this time.

You couldn’t stop running and made it back to the apartment, pounding as hard as you could against the door. You didn’t have time to get your keys out, not when your parents were so close on your heels, not when all of your scars began to pulse with past pain. A really freaked out looking Credence opened the door to see you, tears streaming down your face, hands pressed painfully into your sides as you scrambled past him and into the apartment, stuttering out something about closing the door, something about your parents behind you, wanting to take you, and then—

There they were, standing there in your door frame, looking calm as calm could be before sending a look over to Credence, now shaking in anger. “You left us to live in sin, girl,” were the first words your mother said.

You pressed your hands over your ears, trying to close yourself off to their voices. You had been free for months now, and you knew you couldn’t go back and live through it again. What you didn’t know was the shaking rage boiling inside of Credence and the resolve he had to keep you here—with him. You looked up at the sound of his shakily controlled voice. “You need to leave.”

Your parents just looked at him incredulously, daring him to do something about their presence there. “She’s our daughter, and we can take her whenever we want. And she needs to come home.”

Credence’s outburst that followed shocked you. His obscurus shot from him, yes, but it wasn’t uncontrolled and explosive like it had been when he had destroyed New York. He simply reached an arm up and with expert control aimed the black smoke at your father, who had begun to step forward, seemingly to take you. The dark magic didn’t kill him, merely stunned him and knocked him into the wall across from the door with some force. Your mother’s eyes filled with fear as she went to help her husband to his feet as he clutched his chest in pain. “I said that you need to leave.” The danger in his voice was palpable, a threat clinging tightly to the words. Your parents couldn’t argue with that and scrambled away hastily, not even glancing back at the daughter they had mistreated.

Credence closed the door gently and rushed to your side, offering his arms as support when you tried to stand. He clung to you after you all but fell against him, and you couldn’t help but burrow further into his chest at the almost possessive way he curled himself around you. “You’re safe now, Y/N. I would never let them take you.” His voice had lost the angry undertones and had gained a kind of protective confidence that made you believe him.

You stilled when you felt him press his lips against your hair. Your crying stopped, and you pulled away to look up at him, gasping when you looked into his eyes, still soft and very much Credence, but filled with that same protectiveness that you had heard in his voice. He just couldn’t seem to pull himself from you, and more than that, he couldn’t help but want…to be closer, to prove that you were safe with him. So the only logical next step was to bring his mouth slowly down to meet yours. He thought surely this would prove to you that you were safe with him, that he would take care of you in all the ways you took care of him—how could he hurt someone he shared himself so completely with?

You had responded immediately, and passionately at that, overcome with feeling for him, and wrapped one arm around his neck and tangled the fingers of your other hand in his hair. It was unpracticed, new, and completely perfect. Your teeth clashed more than once the more heated it got, and his fingers got caught in your blouse when he had started to remove it. You two shared a laugh when his shirt got caught on his ears on the way over his head while you both were undressing, and you felt warm all over, both from his touches and from the love in it all. The kisses he trailed down your neck and collar bones all the way to your legs once you had made your way to his room were probably a little too wet, but it was all eager touches and an overwhelming feeling of safety that the both of you were sharing and which left both of you moaning, desperate messes.

What shocked you most was when he began sucking harshly on your neck the way you had been doing to him earlier; he was clearly trying to leave a mark, trying to show others that someone was there to protect you, who you were with, and you moaned loudly at that; it was a completely new experience for you to have someone wanting to leave their mark on you out of love and protectiveness rather than out of hatred and irritation. When Credence looked back up to you, his eyes were hooded and clouding over with white, and he was absolutely beautiful. You brought him back up to your mouth and kissed him with as much emotion as you could convey before sighing “Please” desperately as you positioned him against you properly. Ever the gentleman, ever looking out for you, Credence asked, “Are you sure?” All you could manage was an enthusiastic nod and a loud groan as he began to push inside of you.

His pace was slow, exploring the way you would react to what he was doing, and it was so good because it was Credence and because he cared so much about you. He pressed words into the lining of your skin constantly: “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” “Is this good, Y/N?” “I can’t believe you want me like this, Y/N.” And you did, you wanted him like this forever, wanted his hands on your breasts and his palms trailing down your stomach and his long fingers pressing against your clit when you put his hand there. You wanted him looking at you like this, always, and this led to your need to tell him. So what you said was, “I love you, Credence, I trust you I want you I love you” and you couldn’t stop the words from escaping, and the declaration was what did Credence in—his eyes ghosted completely white for a moment and black smoke curled from his fingertips as he came inside you. The feeling of his body pushing closer to you as he wrapped his body against you, lost in this new sensation and the ecstasy of being with you in such an intimate way, was enough to send you over not long after. You came hard, thinking of Credence and the love in his eyes and the unlikely protector who had become so quickly the best thing in your life.

Credence stroked your sides and talked you down, and when you could finally open your eyes, he was all you could see. He was looking at you like you were something holy, and you were sure you must have been looking at him similarly. He was so beautiful—raven-black hair damp with sweat and clinging to his face, framing it and bringing out the darkness of his eyes and the color of his lips. He looked vaguely like an angel. An angel who placed a kiss to your forehead, your cheek, and then your lips before whispering, “I love you too.”


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I am really sorry about how your son died, I really am. But you know that this is no way to honor his memory.

You just saved my life.

Put the gun down. Please.

oliver wood is incredible. i have never seen such utter devotion the boy literally tells harry up front several times that quidditch is more important than his life and he fucking sobs like he’s just said goodbye to his cherished grandmother for the last time when he fnally wins the quidditch cup. not to mention how he trains his team to the ground all week all year in every weather condition despite the fact they play fucking 3 games a year like that is dedication, commitment and pure obsession right there. i love him

Josh is so cute w babies but can u imagine him w his baby girl tho he would just constantly cradle his baby and then show her off to everyone but when they wanted to hold her he would be rly reluctant and you would have to be like “Josh pls, not here just give them the bby pls don’t embarrass me like this boi”
(wait I’m not done, lemme ruin ur life some more) bc then he would totally stare them out the whole time they were holding the baby omg and he would like rest his chin on ur shoulder and keep whispering in ur ear like “babe, are they done yet” “I can’t look” “omg can u pls get her back” he would be literally OBSESSED W HIS BBY

Villain Deku AU + Exasperated Dad Might

Deku becomes a villain pretty young and All Might still hasn’t given up heroics because goddamnit he’s not ready to give up being All Might yet. All Might literally cannot fight Villain Deku at full power because this guy is just a KID and doesn’t he have GUARDIAN??? An Adult??? Someone to look after this sassy lost child who definitely shouldn’t be doing such illegal activities???

So All Might finds himself reluctantly stepping into Dad Might role whenever he fights the villain Deku because DAMNIT YOU HAVE YOUR WHOLE AMAZING LIFE AHEAD OF YOU STOP THESE ILLEGAL SHENANIGANS YOUNG MAN

And the whole time Deku can’t decide whether to feel patronized by All Might or thrive off his attention (it’s some unholy mixture of both and the whole time he’s just CONFUSED about his own feelings on the matter) all he knows for sure is that he wants All Might to acknowledge him and his abilities

The whole city is just trying to hold itself together since it’s best hero is apparently trying to parent this unruly villain into submission

It’s got mixed results.

why plagg’s grumpy ass is good for adrien

so when i first started watching ML, I was lowkey pissed about the fact that Adrien got the asshole kwami

like, don’t get me wrong, i love Tikki with Marinette… but poor Adrien has such a shitty life that honestly he doesn’t need some rude grumpy cat spirit fucking things up for him further

like why couldn’t my sad cat son have a positive, supportive kwami like Tikki?

i was salty

but recently… i’ve realized that Plagg is actually perfect for Adrien

think about it. plagg consistently does 2 things:

1. piss adrien off

2. break the rules

you may thnk that these are not good!!! but ur wrong

think about it: adrien is the Perfect Son. he’s a model. he’s gotta smile allllll the time and be perfectly polite and constantly impress important people. he’s not allowed to express anger at his father or nathalie because they’ll just make his life more hellish. he’s literally forced to constantly be calm, cool, collected, AND charming. adrien is literally not ALLOWED to be angry

so what does plagg do? make him angry. plagg helps adrien stop repressing all his emotions. he makes himself a convenient target for adrien to express his frustration towards. he gives adrien an outlet for all of his irritation. and in doing so, he lowkey reaffirms that it’s okay for adrien to be angry. plagg is like the one person adrien can actually get away with being angry at, and plagg delights in it. it AMUSES him to see adrien angry. it’s actually a really healthy way for adrien to get out his frustrations, as clearly plagg isn’t hurt or offended when adrien gets pissed at him

additionally, adrien is clearly the type of dude who doesn’t break the rules. ever. like, the day that he snuck off to school was probably the first time he had ever actually done something he wasn’t supposed to. he’s been trained his entire life to be obedient, and there’s a 95% chance he has a complex about breaking the rules. he probably has a heart attack every time he even thinks about stepping out of line as his civilian self. so what does plagg do? break the rules and get him in trouble

plagg helps show adrien that some rules are stupid and ought to be broken. he demonstrates that the world isn’t gonna end if adrien does something wrong. he helps adrien get comfortable with the idea of not being perfect and messing up sometimes. he pushes adrien to be a little bit less rigid and obedient, and a little more human and flawed

in his own grumpy way, plagg is showing adrien that it’s okay not to be perfect and allowing him to really be himself, not just the actual poster boy of a perfect son

tldr; plagg is actually lowkey helping adrien recover from years of psychological trauma

Do you ever think about thirteen years old Harry who just found out like twenty minutes ago that the man he thought got his parents killed is actually innocent and loved his parents so much and wants to already move in with this man?
He is so desperate for love and affection and a family that he wants to move in with a guy who until twenty minutes ago was considered an enemy.
Or about Sirius Black who just saw his godson in person for the first time in twelve years and all he wants to do is to live the life that he should have lived with him. To move in with him, and love him like he would have done all those years if he wasn’t locked away. To be a father to him like he promised his best friend he would. He lived twelve years in a place where they literally suck your happiness out of you- and all he wants is a happy life with the boy who should have could him uncle pads.
They are so desperate for a family and in such a great need for one another so for the short ten minutes after Sirius asked Harry to move in they both get to imagine the happy life that they finally will share.
Only for it to be taken away from them immediately.

So I wanted to talk about something.

A couple weeks ago I went to Hedwig at the Pantages, and waited for Darren at the stage door. I’ve met him many times and had hour long conversations with him, so he knows who I am.

I asked him passively if now that the show was wrapping up if he was going to go to sleep and he said “if they let me.”

I thought at first it was just him kinda avoiding the question you know? But then I thought about it.

He wasn’t smiling. He didn’t have a joking look in his eyes.

And I’ve been thinking about how the last time I saw him like this was during the Listen Up tour, when he was literally being torn apart. I’ve been thinking about how much his management really controls every aspect of his life.

I’ve been sad.