is the only one left we need

anonymous asked:

What do you think would have happened if Alloran somehow morphed in book 8 so he stopped dying of snake poison and escaped the Yeerks and the Animorphs ended up hanging out with a ruthless, terrifying war prince?

  • Ax is safe from controllers for the moment, which is why Marco lumbers over to where Visser Three’s host is lying on the ground.  <Come on,> he snaps, dragging the half-dead andalite upright.  <Either morph and help us fight, or wait around like a useless lump for the yeerks to start using you again.  Dying heroically doesn’t solve anything.>
    • As he speaks, Rachel swipes a grizzly paw into the river.  Almost casually, she flattens the small grey-green body onto the ground until it pops with a squelch.
    • The andalite host starts to protest Marco’s attempts to yank him away, but by then Rachel and Ax have both come over to drag him to safety as well, and he gives in.  He morphs, some kind of bird with way too many wings and a razor-sharp beak, and follows them.
  • Unbeknownst to the newly freed War-Prince Alloran-Semitur-Corrass, an intense debate rages throughout the entire forty-minute flight back to Ax’s scoop.  Marco doesn’t think they should trust him with anything until they have more information.  Rachel cannot wait to get him on board, given how much fighting experience he must have.  Cassie thinks that they should wait and see what Alloran wants, whereas Tobias insists that if Ax worked out this well then Alloran will too.  Jake and Ax, as always, stay out of the debate.
    • Until the moment of decision comes, that is.  And then Jake, as they’re landing on the ground, says <We can’t keep it from him forever.  Might as well see how he reacts right now,> and the issue is decided.  As one, they begin to demorph.
    • As it turns out, how he reacts is with about two and a half minutes of incredulous silence, staring at all six of them at once.  Even the human Animorphs can tell that if he had a mouth, it would be hanging open.
    • And then he bursts out laughing.
    • Cassie flinches, because it’s still Visser Three’s laugh, but after a second she finds herself relaxing.  The andalite has his face buried in one hand, shoulders shaking with that silent laughter, in a way that is distinctly unvisserish.  “Yeah,” she says, spreading her arms out apologetically.  “We’re human.  Most of us, anyway.”
    • <Human children,> he says slowly.  <Who destroyed the ground-based Kandrona.  Who annihilated a veleek.> He continues to stare at all of them—and then both stalk eyes focus on Ax.  <This is Elfangor’s doing, isn’t it?> he asks.
    • Ax shifts in place, one hoof kicking nervously against the ground.  <He made a choice of desperation in his last moments of life.>
    • <Of course he gave away our most precious technology to a group of humans.> The andalite prince seems almost fond, underneath the exasperation.  <Of course he did.>
    • <You knew Prince Elfangor?> Tobias asks.
    • <Yes, and I know he wouldn’t have left you without a prince if he’d had a choice in the matter.> The andalite straightens, shaking out his tail.  <But no matter.  I can take on that responsibility now.  My name is War-Prince Alloran-Semitur-Corrass, and I am here to help you.  Dismissed, arisths.  Return to this place at the seventh hour of the Earthly time system tomorrow.  In the meantime, I have many questions for Aristh Aximili.>
  • They all go, mostly because it doesn’t seem worth fighting him about, although Marco grumbles about it the whole way home.  Jake broods on the issue for the rest of the afternoon, wondering if it would be for the best for him simply to hand over leadership.  He barely even notices when Tom’s gone for almost the entire day—some emergency at the Sharing, allegedly—and he doesn’t arrive at an easy answer.
  • Things don’t come to a head until a couple weeks later, when Alloran flatly refuses to listen to Cassie’s concerns about the potential for logging in the woods where the andalites and Tobias live.  <It’s a pity about the trees, yes, but it is not our concern right now,> Alloran says impatiently.  <We need to focus on taking out the empire’s top vissers while the power vacuum from Esplin’s death remains unfilled.  This silly worry about the local land is just one more distraction—>
    • “I don’t think it’s silly.”  Jake speaks quietly, but his voice is firm.
    • <Be that as it may.> Alloran flicks his tail dismissively. <I know the yeerks, and as the ranking officer—>
    • “Let’s get something straight, bub.”  Marco steps up to stand at Jake’s left shoulder, looking halfway shocked at his own daring.  “I’ve only got one prince, and it’s this loser right here.”  He nudges Jake with his elbow. 
    • <Excuse me?>  Alloran’s whole body has gone stiff.  Marco looks very small where he stands staring Alloran down.
    • “Look,” Rachel says, “Jake hasn’t led us wrong yet.  No offense, but we don’t know you.  We don’t trust you.  Jake’s one of us, and if you two don’t agree… We’re gonna go with Jake.”  She crosses her arms, stepping forward to stand behind Marco.
    • <It’s not that we think you’re wrong,> Tobias offers, more gently.  <It’s just…> He flares, landing gently on Rachel’s shoulder.  <Well, Jake’s got a point that Cassie’s got a point.>
    • Ax doesn’t say a word.  He just takes three steps, until he is standing directly behind Jake’s right shoulder. 
    • The silence while they wait for Alloran’s response seems to last for years.  The only one who looks more surprised by all this than Alloran is Jake himself.
    • <Very well,> Alloran says at last.  <Prince Jake,> —and if there’s a hint of mockery to the title, they choose not to notice— <it seems you have won the unflinching loyalty of every one of your warriors.  That is commendation enough for me.  What is it you suggest we do?>
  • They work out an arrangement of sorts, wherein Jake is their field commander but Alloran gives them a lot of advice in their down time.  Marco might grumble about “school all day, then homework, then what do we do with our tiny amounts of spare time? Oh goody, more homework!” but the truth is that most of what Alloran teaches them is useful.  He drills them on morphing fast, morphing smoothly, morphing without losing control, and they all improve to the point where the others can almost—almost—match Cassie in skill.  
    • Under his tutelage they all learn the frolis maneuver to combine sets of DNA from the same species, which means that, through mixing Alloran’s DNA with Ax’s, they can each develop a unique andalite morph.  Their subsequent set of andalites might look like very closely-related siblings, but at least the morphs enable them to maintain the illusion that they are all andalite bandits.
    • Tobias becomes the last one to get an andalite shape, during the frantic period of catch-up after he regains the ability to morph.  He uses more of Ax’s DNA than Alloran’s, and the subsequent form ends up (whether by accident or deliberately) looking startlingly like Elfangor.
    • Alloran is not a particularly patient or kind teacher, but he does get results from all of them as he snaps at them time after time that their best attempts are not good enough and won’t be until every one of them can master rodent shapes without losing control.  He and Marco butt heads on a fairly regular basis, and Rachel has been known to stomp away from his biting criticism in a fit of rage, but they always learn to get along in the end.  And they learn not just morphing tricks, but how to fight with tail blades and guns and knives and stolen dracon beams.  They study past battles, and learn ways to do better.  Alloran gives them no rest, but he also keeps them alive.
    • It’s odd, Ax thinks, and Alloran would probably deny it if asked, but he seems to be more patient with Tobias.  It might just be his awareness that Tobias came to the game later than any of the others, or even some degree of sympathy for all nothlits, but Alloran is far less inclined to snap at Tobias’s small mistakes.  He shows almost as much concern for Tobias’s well-being as Jake or Cassie might, which is strange when Alloran himself is also “roughing it” (as Marco would say) out in the woods.
  • Under Visser One’s influence, the invasion of Earth grows terrifying new tendrils.  Politicians in state capitols and even the White House start scheduling mysterious appointments once every three days.  The Sharing gains official nonprofit status, and opens chapters in every state in the country.  Voluntary hosts get offered power and wealth and fame in the New Yeerk Order if they will just agree to give up their bodies for a few years while the revolution occurs.  Alloran insists that Edriss is five times the strategist Esplin ever was, and pretty soon they all agree with him.
  • Jake isn’t the only one to notice that Alloran returns to the construction site where Elfangor died, but he is the only one brave enough to ask about it.  It just happens one time that Jake’s walking home and sees a very familiar young man (comprised of DNA that has bits of Mr. Tidwell and Visser Three’s human shape and the Animorphs themselves) leaning against the chain link fence to look at the abandoned earthmovers.
    • Alloran hesitates for a long time after Jake voices the question, but at last he explains.  “Elfangor was flying a damaged fighter, injured, in trouble…  Any sensible prince would have returned to his Dome ship, or at least sought his companions’ assistance.  Instead, he came—”  He gestures toward the fence.  “Here.”
    • Jake looks over at him.  “You think Elfangor was trying to do something.  Other than give us the power to morph, that is.”
    • “I think he was looking for something,” Alloran says.  “Or someone.  The only person he’d be likely to seek out on Earth would be little use in a fight, so it’d be an odd burst of sentiment indeed if she was what he sought, whereas…”  Again, he pauses, looking Jake over.  Whatever he sees causes him to continue.  “Whereas if he was looking for an object… The last time I saw him before his death, Elfangor was headed for Earth with the with the most powerful weapon in the known universe in his possession.”
    • Jake feels a chill.  Automatically his body turns, eyes scanning the cracked concrete and half-constructed walls.  He’s not sure he trusts Alloran with a weapon that powerful.  “What’s it look like, this thing Elfangor had?”
    • “Spherical.  An opalescent sort of white color.  Approximately forty inches in diameter.”  Alloran sighs heavily enough that his shoulders lower.  “The problem is, this is all speculation.  For all I know, Elfangor destroyed the damn thing out of some misguided sense of idealism.  For all I know he was just looking for Loren and the Time Matrix is nowhere near here.  For all I know his knowledge of its location was approximate, or his calculations were off, or his ship was too badly damaged to reach its location, and it’s hundreds of miles from here.”
    • “And for all you know, we’re standing within spitting distance of a weapon that could end the war tomorrow,” Jake finishes.
    • They stand there for a long time, looking out at the scattered cinderblocks and jagged edges of rebar.  And then they move on.
  • When Alloran arrives back at the scoop he set up not far from Ax’s, Tobias is standing there.  Human.  Tears painting his face.  Shoulders shaking, hands balled into fists.
    • “You knew,” he says.  “This entire time, you knew.  And you never said a word.”
    • Alloran finds himself looking away entirely, main eyes pointed at the ground and stalk eyes scanning behind him in a blatant ploy to avoid eye contact.  <There was speculation, inside the Yeerk Empire, after Iniss 226 stumbled on your school records.  That, and—>  He shifts his weight onto his back hooves.  <Your resemblance to your mother is… striking.>
    • Tobias swipes tears away with an angry jerk of the back of his hand, almost like he’s hitting himself in the face.  “And you never once thought that maybe I should know?“
    • <Would you believe,> Alloran says slowly, <that I did not tell you out of a desire to protect young Aximili?  We are taught never to speak ill of the dead, and Elfangor was one of the few I would have counted as friend even after I was taken by the yeerks.  To speak for him to his brother, to reveal secrets that he chose to keep, after such time as he could no longer speak for himself, would have been to dishonor his memory to Aximili.>
    • “Sure.  When he gets back, you can ask Ax about that one for yourself.”  Tobias turns away, demorphing.  
    • <Tobias—>  Alloran waits until the boy pauses.  <You would have made him proud, a thousand times over.>
    • <Guess we’ll never know now, will we?>  Tobias takes off at top speed and wheels away.  He turns in the direction of the hork-bajir valley, just before he soars out of sight.
  • Alloran thinks that they would have all made Elfangor proud, in the end.  He’s a poor substitute for the commander they need, but he can guide them the best he can all the same.  He’s there, in bievilerd morph and killing taxxon-controllers at top speed, when they rescue Tobias from Sub-Visser Fifty-One’s failed interrogation, and he tears Taylor’s head off her shoulders without a hint of remorse.  He’s there, a nameless monster from the hork-bajir’s Father Deep, when Jake stays their hand in the face of a whirlpool filled with helpless yeerks.  He’s there to witness as Edriss’s host tumbles off the face of a cliff and Marco speaks with detached calm of revenge.  He’s there as Ax guides his human friends through the ritual of mourning following the destruction of the yeerk pool, and as Cassie proves to him with shocking finality that not every yeerk alive is worth destroying.
  • And then, on the eve of the final battle, Jake pulls him aside for a private conversation.  He speaks not as a commander to a subordinate, or even as one war-prince to another, but as a friend asking a difficult and terrible favor of a friend.  That, Alloran thinks, is the truest mark of all that this boy was born to lead.
    • <I am the servant of my people,> Alloran says, once Jake is done speaking.  <And of my prince.  I have no honor left to give, but my life is not my own, and freely given for a worthy cause.>
    • Jake swallows.  “Then you think… you think I’m making the right call?”
    • <I am not the person to ask about questions of morality.  However…>  Alloran chooses his next words carefully.  <My brother, Arbat, tried to kill me not long after I was taken by the yeerks,> he says.  <I felt gratitude, and relief, and the wish that he would succeed.  Not just for his own sake, or for the sake of our ancestors.  For the sake of my Jahar, and the daughter I never knew except as a wish-flower.  And for my own sake as well.  It was a gesture of mercy, driven by love, and I recognized it as such.>
    • “Okay, then,” Jake whispers, after swallowing a few more times.  His eyes are unfocused, watching a point somewhere in middle distance.  “Okay.”
  • Jake tells Toby and Eva and James—all his lieutenants—what they have planned.  Toby, who dislikes Alloran even more openly than all the other hork-bajir in the valley, becomes the first to respond.  “Funny,” she says, “that you are willing to die protecting so many lesser creatures.”
    • <I know that there is no balance, no forgiveness, no recompense, for what I have done,> Alloran tells her.  <I only seek to make right what little is within my power to make right.  To learn what I can, and to use what I have already learned.  Which is why I ask your permission to die for this cause, when we both understand how that death will be remembered.>
    • “Maybe you have learned a thing or two along the way,” Eva murmurs.
    • Toby nods solemnly.  “Go in peace, and may you…”  She pauses to find honest words rather than kind ones.  “May you be remembered for the entirety of your life, up to and including its final moments.”
    • Alloran bows his head, and then drops to his knees before her.  It’s only when she rests a gentle claw on the back of his neck in benediction that he rises, and morphs, and flies away.

anonymous asked:

alright lets just break people's hearts. How about when the reader finally died of old age (and penny is like ??? where they at tho) but heres the thing, she left pennywise a care package to commemorate their time together.

Oh damn. It’s happening!

Here’s the link for the other short story, if anyone is interested:


The years in Derry seemed to move by at an abnormally fast pace. The one year out of every 27 years that you got to spend with Penny only seemed to last a second before you had to lay him back down for his long slumber.

Penny had spent most of the year worrying himself over the news you had given him. It was news of the inevitable that was going to happen. You were human and you going to die one of these days. You sat there in the dark basement of the Neibolt residence, 45 years old. You had met Penny when you were just 18. It had been a long, agonizing wait all these years to see him. And just like that, it was over again. You cried and cried over the thought of it all. Truth be told, you had never really gotten to know him. He was someone whom you’ve loved the majority of your life, yet you only really spent 2 years with him. The rest of the time in between, you only had your memories to keep you company.

You would miss him. You would miss all of this.


It was 27 years to the day. The house on Neibolt street that had spent all of those year abandoned was now once again home to the creature of Derry. Pennywise pulled himself from the open mouth of the old well that led down into the sewer. His tired body slumped over the stone wall. He looked around, squinting as he looked for you. You had always been the first thing he saw when he was woken from his sleep.

But the house was empty. There was no sight of you, no sight of any of your things. Dust had collected around the place and it wasn’t kept up as it usually had been by you. Penny lifted himself off the ground, determined to search the house to find you. He smiled to himself, thinking that you had decided to turn it into a game.

After an hour, he had exhausted himself with looking. You were no where to be found in the old, condemned home. He peaked into the kitchen, calling out for you now, telling you to show yourself to him. But there was still no sign of you. Nothing.

He eyed something on the kitchen table, something that hasn’t been there before. It was an wooden box. It must have been here for a while because it was covered in dust. He narrowed his eyes, pushing it around on the table before he picked it up. He wiped away the dust from the top of it, revealing his name carved into the top. He could his head curiously as he opened up the box. He was confused to see a bunch of knick-knacks in thw box, most of them which he recognized. He grabbed at a folded piece of paper first.

He opened it up, recognizing your handwriting.

These are all the things we’ve shared. I can’t take them where I’m going, and I wanted you to have them. I hope you’ll think of me sometimes, and I hope I made your life as wonderful as you made mine. Two years is all we have left, and I’m sorry that I can’t hold on long enough for it.

I love you.

A somber growl escaped his lips. No. No, he was going to believe that this was it, that this was his everything would end. He plundered through the box, seeing the various items in it that you had left for him. He paused as he heard a familiar jingle. He reached down to pull up a small, metal ball. It was one of the bells that was attached to his costume. He used to leave them around for you to find them, letting you know that he was watching. He closed his eyes tightly, suddenly feeling something he’d never felt before. His chest felt like it weighted a ton, like there was a lump in his throat. This box was filled with mementos that he had given you. He dropped the bell and letter back into it.

He backed away from the table slowly, feeling his vision become blurry. He could feel the wetness running down his cheeks, not understanding what was going on. He became enraged suddenly, slamming his fist into the wall, kocking another hole to add to collection.

For two days Penny was an angry, dangerous mess. He waited for you, still trying to hold out hope that you were going to come back to him. He even slipped out on eating for fear of missing you if you showed up.

Days turned to nights, and nights turned into days.

There was still no sign of you. After the fourth day of waiting, he knew that it was final. He’d have to let you go for good this time. With a heavy heart, he grabbed the box from the table. He cradled it in his arms, carrying it back into the depths of the sewer.

The only thing had had now was his memories of you, the only human he had ever bonded with. The only human he had ever loved.

The One That Got Away

by reddit user bookshelfghost

Lily Harrison and I met at a graduation party when we were eighteen. As soon as I walked into the house, her bubbling laughter caught my attention. I couldn’t help but grin because it was so contagious, and she’d noticed. Already a couple drinks in, she pointed right at me and shouted, “Hey. You’re cute. Come be my partner.” 

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I’m in deep shit and I’ll tell you why. 

I am the type of parent that pranks my kids. Like, nothing that’s going to cause tears. Nothing traumatizing. But we joke around a lot and it’s par for the course that you check your shoes before you put them on and the faucet doesn’t have a rubber band on it before you turn on the kitchen tap. The usual.

But this prank, the one they just pulled on me? It shook me. They hid all my books. LIke, the sheer logistics of it is amazing. The books were two deep in these cubbies. It’s a good, solid prank. Especially for starters. I thought, good on them

I was amused, bordering proud, when I looked on my night stand. 

What’s that? One more book? Huh.

Everything about this is beautiful. The irony in that the book thief was the only book left. The cleverness of using a bookmark. The we are anonymous type signature. Her haunted look, like she knows where your books are.

Let me tell you, I have never been more proud, and if they continue to apply themselves like this, more scared.

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Well-run libraries are filled with people because what a good library offers cannot be easily found elsewhere: an indoor public space in which you do not have to buy anything in order to stay. In the modern state there are very few sites where this is possible. The only others that come readily to my mind require belief in an omnipotent creator as a condition for membership. It would seem the most obvious thing in the world to say that the reason why the market is not an efficient solution to libraries is because the market has no use for a library. But it seems we need, right now, to keep re-stating the obvious. There aren’t many institutions left that fit so precisely Keynes’ definition of things that no one else but the state is willing to take on. Nor can the experience of library life be recreated online. It’s not just a matter of free books. A library is a different kind of social reality (of the three dimensional kind), which by its very existence teaches a system of values beyond the fiscal.
—  Zadie Smith


Before any of you guys try and call Mike Zacharius a coward or anything negative. Let me remind you of some things.

-Mike was humanity’s strongest soldier before Levi Ackerman came along


-Levi has inhuman strength that only Ackerman’s have and therefore doesn’t count as the average human. Before you fight me on that read the manga. Same goes for Mikasa.

-Mike was outnumbered by titans. The chances of survival were very slim and he knew this when he left without asking anyone to follow because he did not want them to die

I swear if any of you say he screamed like a little girl when he died let me remind you of some other things.

-You fuckin would too.

-Mike was RIPPED APART by titans. SEVERAL SMALL TITANS. He was not eaten in one bite. He was torn to shreds. Bones crushed. Flesh ripped open. Organs ruptured. Limbs torn off. Need I say more? Thats an excruciating feeling I can only imagine. Most of us cry when we stub our fucking toe.

-Mike wanted nothing but to save humanity and he died in the process just like your stupid little Marco and Petra. He just got farther in doing so. So don’t you dare call him anything other than brave or a hero.

I remember when I was younger I’d watch shows like Hannah Montana, iCarly, Suite Life Of Zack & Cody, etc and I’d lowkey wonder why I never saw anybody on TV that looked like me. The only Indian character I knew was Baljeet from Phineas & Ferb, and he was a stereotypical nerdy Asian. I wondered why my skin was so much darker than the pale characters in most of the TV shows that I watched.

Then I got older and started watching The Office and saw the character Kelly Kapoor. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t gotten really excited when I noticed an Indian character on an American show. I would live for the few minutes of screen time that Kelly Kapoor would get in every other episode. Seeing an Indian on TV made me so happy.

Then came the hilarious Tom Haverford on Parks & Recreation, one of my favorite characters of all time. And yet, another Indian character that made me feel represented. I’d get so excited whenever he had screen time.

Now it’s 2017 and we got Quantico, Master Of None, iZombie, The Good Place, and other shows that have South Asian characters. I feel so much better than I did when I was younger. I actually get to see myself on TV. Representation freaking matters. I hope that if I have kids, they won’t have to wonder why they don’t look like the people they see on TV.

We still have a long way to go. We need more black characters, latinx characters, Asian characters, gay characters, trans characters, etc so no one feels left out. The only people that say “representation doesn’t matter” are those that have always been represented.

This is why we need more shows with characters that are minorities. Everybody deserves to be represented. All races, religions, and sexualities should have a place in television.

Stefan Karl and cancer

1. STEFAN KARL HAS NOT DIED!!   Why would anyone even post that, without a legitimate source??  His children could see that and they do not need that! 

2. We Are Unicorns is not a legitimate source.  For anything

3.  NO ONE knows how long he has to left to live.  Miracles happen.  Medicine happens.   He could respond better than expected to treatment!  He could live YEARS, for all anyone knows.   Is it likely?  Maybe not, but it is POSSIBLE.   So, let’s quit trying to bury him before he is dead, okay? 

4.  There is not a single legitimate source out there that has said he has only days or weeks to live.   “His candle burns quickly” does NOT mean that and she wrote that just after receiving terrible news!  The only sources that say that are just regurgitating speculation.  Most of them are tabloid trash.   

5.  Hope is better than just giving up on him.  We haven’t consulted with his doctors.  The man himself is thinking positively, WHICH IS VERY IMPORTANT WHEN FIGHTING CANCER.  Yes, the situation is grave and doesn’t look good, but that doesn’t mean he or anyone else has to give up. 

6.  The last thing Stefan Karl needs is to get on the internet and see that he has been written off as dead by his fans and meme friends.   He doesn’t need to feel abandoned by us.  How would you like to see a headline stating you only have days or weeks to live, when you’re trying to stay positive and fight back against cancer?  Do you think that helps?   I think it would be discouraging and that can only hurt him. 

7.  Where there is life there IS hope.


Hi. I’m here to ask all of you wonderful people to help. My niece Iga is 5 years old. She is full of life, wonderful kid. And I love her so so much.
She has small problem with her eye. Or at least we thought it’s small.

My sister had very difficult and long (14 hours) labor. Because of the high pressure inside, Iga was born with big red spot on her horehead (that almost completely fade with time but she is still wearing bangs) and one smaller and a little closed eye. The doctor said that it will change with time.

Unfortunately she started having problems with the sight in that eye and now she needs surgery. But for free surgery she would have to wait more than a year and that’s too much of a risk. If we not hurry up she will stop seeing on one eye.

We need 500$ for the surgery. And we only have 10 days to raise it. Please if you can spare something, this is her paypal email:

Now we raised those 500$ but we need more. My sister talked with the doctor today and Iga will had to take antibiotics right after the surgery for two weeks and some other meds that are expensive and also every appointment with the doctor costs 90zł because he is private doctor. And I’m sorry for asking you guys again. But we have no money left. I didn’t said it before but the cost of surgery is 6,000zł but we raised most of that by myself. Those 500zł that is about 1600-1800zł was the rest of it that we couldn’t find anywhere.

So please help if you can!

You can use an currency you want!

And this is Iga







  • ’ Why are you all wet? ‘ 
  • ’ Aloha! ’
  • ’ You’re vile. You’re foul. You’re flawed. ' 
  • ’ Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. ’
  • ’ If you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you, though. ’
  • ’ I remember everyone that leaves. ’
  • ’ You! You’re the cause of all this. ’
  • ’ This is my family. I found it all on my own. Is little, and broken, but still good. Ya. Still good. ’
  • ’ Oh, good! My dog found the chainsaw. ’
  • ’ No more caffeine for you. ’
  • ’ Did you lose your job because of me? ' 
  • ’ The managers a vampire. He wanted me to join his legion of the undead. ’
  • ’ Trust me, this isn’t gonna end well. ’
  • ’ I’m sorry I bit you. And pulled your hair. And punched you in the face. ’
  • ’ GIve us a sign you understand any of this. ’
  • ’ Show us that there is something inside you that is good. ’
  • ’ I didn’t teach him that. ’
  • ’ Come on, what’s the big deal? ’
  • ’ Leave my mother out of this. ’
  • ’ You are such a pain. ’
  • ’ Then why don’t you sell me and buy me a rabbit instead? ’
  • ’ I hate it when you use Ohana against me. ’
  • ’ I’m lost. ’
  • ’ Don’t interact with her. ’
  • ’ Oh, we can’t do that. Uh-uh. That would be a misuse of resources. ’
  • ’ Why do you act so weird? ’
  • ’ You look familiar. ’
  • ’ We’re a broken family, aren’t we? ’
  • ’ I shouldn’t have yelled at you. ’
  • ’ You are built to destroy. You can never belong. ’
  • ’ We need something that can defend itself. Something that won’t die. ’
  • ’ I hear you cry at night. ’
  • ’ Do you dream about them? ’
  • ’ You came back. ’
  • ’ Nobody gets left behind. ’
  • ’ I need someone to be my friend. Someone who won’t run away. ' 
  • ’ His destructive programming is taking effect. ’
  • ’ Did you ever kill anyone? ’
  • ’ Are you.. happy? ’
  • ’ I am the one they call when things go wrong and things have, indeed, gone wrong. ’
  • ’ Our family’s little now, and we don’t have many toys. ’
  • ‘ If you want, you could be a part of our family. ’
  • ’ We’d raise you to be good. ’
  • ’ She likes your butt and fancy hair. ’
  • ’ I read her diary. ’
  • ’ Not guilty! My experiments are only theoretical, and completely within legal boundaries. ’
  • ’ He was designed to be a monster, but now he has nothing to destroy. ’
  • ’ I never gave him a greater purpose. ’
  • ’ What must it be like to have nothing, not even memories to look back on in the middle of the night? ’
  • ’ If you promise not to fight anymore, I promise not to yell at you, except on special occasions. ’
  • ’ Stupid head. ’
  • ’ Did you catch fire again? ’
  • ’ This is your badness level. It’s unusually high for someone your size. We have to fix that. ’
  • ’ Don’t leave me, okay? ’
  • ’ Do you want to be taken away? ’
  • ’ You’re just jealous 'cause I’m pretty! ’
  • ’ My friends need to be punished. ’
  • ’ Heard you lost your job. ’
  • ’ Thus far you have been adrift in the sheltered harbor of my patience. ' 
  • ‘ After all you’ve put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? ’
  • ’ He’s very persuasive. ' 
  • ’ I know you had something to do with this. ’
  • ’ Oh, good! I was hoping to add theft, endangerment and insanity to my list of things I did today. ’
  • ’ I prefer to be called evil genius. ’
  • ’ You smell like a lawn mower. ’
  • ’ I have just determined the situation to be far too hazardous! ’
  • ’ Don’t worry. I won’t hit her. ’
  • ’ This is low even for you! ’
  • ’ You are all mine. ’
  • ’ You know I have no choice. ’
  • ‘  Please don’t do this. ’
  • ’ You’re making this harder than it needs to be. ’
  • ’ She needs me. ’
  • ’ Leave me alone to die. ’
  • ’ What is that monstrosity? ’
  • ’ Does this look infected to you? ’
  • ’ You’d better not have rabies. ’
  • ’ Hiding behind your little friend won’t work anymore. ’
  • ’ Didn’t I tell you? We got fired this morning. ’
  • ’ That is the ugliest thing I have ever saw! ’
  • ’ It has no place among us. ’


ft. Georgi as the good supportive friend and also as the one who drove them there because no one trusts Viktor with a car anymore

A Letter to my Ex Best Friend

Sorry for any grammatical errors. I haven’t edited it yet so I’m sorry in advance lolll. But this is something very personal that I wrote today and hopefully someone else could relate. 


I was going through my memory box today and a lot of stuff that involved you came up.  It brought me back to the good times and I almost texted you but then I remembered that you’re just a stranger now. It’s been a couple months since we last talked. Crazy huh? How in just a year we went from being inseperable to complete strangers. If someone had asked us a year or two ago if we could see our life without each other in it, we would have laughed and said no; Now here we are.

I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about you or that I didn’t miss you. I do miss you, a lot. So much has happened since we last talked, and I wish I could share it all with you. There has been times where I picked up my phone to text you but then I would remember you’re not that person anymore; And it’s sad because for the longest time it seemed like you’d be that person who stayed in my life for a long while. I miss being close with your family and being able to call your home my home as well. I miss having the privilege of saying I had more than one family. It’s crazy how much can change in a short amount of time.

I hope you don’t hate me for walking away when I did. I hope one day you understand that I had to or else we would have never known just how toxic our friendship had been. There is quite a few things I know I could have done better and shouldn’t have done, same goes for you. We are both to blame for our friendship being as unhealthy as it was. Though it was so unhealthy, we shared a lot of great memories and I’d like to think it was equally good as it was bad.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry we’re not best friends anymore and I’m sorry I had to be the one to walk away. I’m sorry for any pain I caused. I’m sorry I couldn’t be your person anymore. I’m sorry we couldn’t do everything we wanted to. I’m sorry I tried to blame you for our friendship ending. I’m sorry I tried to hate you because damn did I try. I tried so hard and for awhile it worked because hating you and being mad at you was easier than missing you. But I realize that I could never hate you, no matter how mad I am about what happened. I’m sorry this is how it had to end for us, but that’s life for you. Not everything goes the way it should or how you want it to.

But I would like to thank you. Thank you for being my person for as long as you were. Thank you for being patient with me while I learned how to trust another person. Thank you for the memories I will never forget. Thank you for caring enough to break through the walls I had worked so hard to build over the years. Thank you for being the person I could run to for everything and anything. Thank you for being the person I could count on. Thank you for being the person I could confide in without the fear of judgement. Thank you for teaching me how to love and be loved. Thank you for showing me that I can still trust others and be trusted. Thank you for proving to me that people come into our lives for a reason and though they may not stay, the lessons learned are a blessing.

I would like to say I can see us being friends again in the future but I’d only be spitting out false hope. It would never be the same and if I happen to see you one day, I’ll smile and walk away. My heart will break a little and all our memories will hit me like a train but I’ll feel grateful for the time we did have together. Some people aren’t meant to stay in your life forever and unfortunately I learned you are one of those people. They say some people only come into your life to teach you a lesson and leave, but the most important people leave a mark. Well you left a mark and I am thankful for you coming into my life when you did.

I know you may never see this but I needed to get it off my chest. There were a lot of words unsaid and a lot of words I wish I could have said. I guess I’m writing this to get a small sense of closure for myself.

I hope you and your family are doing well. I hope you get everything you want and more in the life you chose for yourself.

You’ll always hold a place in my heart.


Your Ex Best Friend

ikke snakk til meg
  • we open with sana reciting this surah, which i see as an effort from sana to try and regain focus on her faith (but you should ask the muslims in the fandom <3)
  • very violent online abuse flashes before her eyes, apparently from when she was in middle school (here’s a detailing of the abuse)
  • once again, sana’s prayer is interrupted (it’s always interrupted either by an external character, or by her own thoughts…at the end of the series we’ll see her pray uninterrupted and it will be gorgeous)
  • we get this beautiful shot of literal and metaphorical self reflection. sana is broken after the latest events and she is now trying to pick herself back up (so, of course, she tries to go back to the beginning: the sana we first saw on the show, before it all started)
  • adding the above piece of art for reasons (like to charge/reblog to cast)
  • we’ve seen sana wear very loose hijabs this season, i remember people commenting on it. here, she tightens the fabric around her neck. i see it as her trying to protect herself. she needs all the extra strength she can get. all the extra fabric between her and the world.
  • she tries to reach out for the only friend (we know of) she could have left: jamilla. but we see they never got closure on the “sharmutta incident” and, when sana scrolls up, she is reminded of how much her and jamilla differ from one another. and she gives up.
  • quick note: i am not too happy too see jamilla painted as this hating muslimah but i’ll wait until the end of the series. her comment “i was just trying to protect you” reminds me a lot of sonja, who i hated really badly when she confronted isak during the hotel scene. but who redeemed herself and explained her behaviour in the end.
  • we see their last messages are from january 2016, so just after season 1 if i’m not mistaken? the tension started then and that’s probably why sana and her were already at war during season 2.
  • anyone knows what game the norwegians are playing at the school? it looks like a dance of some sorts: the way they’re placed and the couple is running in between the two groups…
  • isak is wearing a dandelion. from twitter: løvetannbarn (dandelion child) means person that has survived almost impossible upbringing.
  • this time, the lyrics are so on the nose even the beautiful subbers decided to translate some of them: an even song. to me, reminiscent of all the rumours spread about him paralleling the rumours spread about sana right now.
  • we see the pictures from the teaser: isak’s eye, sara (same jacket), noora…
    we’re missing the brown hair with a hand ruffling them and the carrot munching (but i feel like the carrot bit was more symbolic than anything)
  • sana is back to the beginning (see above) except, this time, it’s reversed: she’s not joining the girl squad and the russbuss. she’s leaving both.
  • liar liar pants on fire
  • and she’s not trying to show, like in her first clip where she sassed vilde and told her being a russ was punished by stoning, that she can and will become a russ. she’s instead using her faith as a reason for why she doesn’t want to be a russ. very flippening, much reversal.
  • sana goes to class and…
  • the book is open on a page about dandelions.
  • which brings me to the symbolism of the dandelion. according to google, dandelion translates to “dent de lion” in french which means “lion’s tooth” (i can vouch for that), summoning the symbolic meaning of lions: courage, pride, family (connection/communication). the dandelion is also a sun symbol (#sanasol).
  • we get this exchange that i LOVE but that, unfortunately, is getting misunderstood: sana and isak are awkward around each other but both really want to talk to each other. sana, after looking at isak’s very obvious blackeye, glances at the dandelion in his hair. isak scoffs and takes it off.
    you can’t take a black eye off. you can’t get rid of that barrier between two people. but you can take a flower off. i feel like the flower, here, is a perfect way for them to (in the sweetest way) break the ice. our attention is briefly redirected from the (devastating) black eye to the (hopeful) flower and, for a moment, everything is OK.

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Pairings: Peter Parker x Wilson!Reader

Request: Hi! A request where reader is Wade’s sister and it’s Peter x reader, includes all the avengers. Thank you!           

Vision has created a chatroom.

Vision has added Peter.

Vision: Thor is hogging the kiddies rides. I do not know where Rogers is and I can’t find you and Y/N to help me stop him.

Peter: Cap is with Mr. Stark winning prizes.

Peter: And Y/N is with me on the Ferris wheel but it got stuck, we can see everyone from up here.

Vision: I can fly the both of you down, if you’d like.

Peter: No!

Peter: The view from up here is beautiful.

Peter: But it’s not as beautiful as Y/N.

Vision has added Y/N.

Vision: Your first date with Peter seems to be going well, quite romantic. Being stuck on the Ferris wheel, alone.

Y/N: It would be romantic.

Y/N: If my brother wasn’t in the seat in front of us.

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Okay, Chuck. Or God, or whatever. I need your help. See, you left us. You left us. You went off. You said the Earth would be fine because it had me and it had Sam, but it’s not. And we’re not. We’ve lost everything. And now you’re gonna bring him back. Okay? You’re gonna bring back Cas, you’re gonna bring back Mom, you’re gonna bring them all back. All of them. Even Crowley. Because after everything that you’ve done, you owe us, you son of a bitch. So, you get your ass down here and you make this right.

taken from the book  ‘ coraline ’  by neil gaiman.

‘ they used to send flowers to my dressing room. ’
‘ you’d have to be an explorer to find your way around in this fog. ’
‘ the mice do not like the mist. ’
‘ you are in terrible danger. ’
‘ what am i in danger from? ’
‘ i’m your other mother. ’
‘ we’ve been waiting for you for a long time. ’
‘ it wasn’t the same here without you. ’
‘ we were here before you fell. you will be here when we rise. ’
‘ i’m going outside to explore. ’
‘ we’ll just wait here for you to come back. ’
‘ i am not the other anything. i am me. ’
‘ we could be friends, you know. ’
‘ that’s because you don’t know who you are. ’
‘ we know who we are, so we don’t need names. ’
‘ it was sensible of you to bring protection. ’
‘ it won’t hurt. ’
‘ we only want what’s best for you. ’
‘ if that’s what you want. ’
‘ i think i’ve probably become a single child family. ’
‘ she’s vanished under mysterious circumstances. ’
‘ they aren’t going to come back, are they? ’
‘ then i suppose there is only one thing left to do. ’
‘ when you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave. ’
‘ you know you’re talking again? ’
‘ how fortunate i am in having a traveling companion of such wisdom and intelligence. ’
‘ you don’t frighten me. ’
‘ you will always be safe here with me. ’
‘ calling cats tends to be a rather overrated activity. ’
‘ no need for names. ’
‘ she wants something to love, i think. ’
‘ i’d go inside if i were you. ’
‘ and what do you think you’re doing? ’
‘ nothing to find here. ’
‘ maybe i just got turned around in the mist. ’
‘ but how can you walk away from something and still come back to it? ’
‘ spiders’ webs only have to be large enough to catch flies. ’
‘ still, the proudest spirit can be broken with love. ’
‘ i have no plans to love you. ’
‘ you can’t make me love you. ’
‘ how long have you been here? ’
‘ i’m not running away. ’
‘ we temper our justice with mercy here. ’
‘ everyone knows that a soul is the same size as a beach ball. ’
‘ i’m not afraid. ’
‘ you know that i love you. ’
‘ well at least you didn’t jump out at me. ’
‘ i don’t want whatever i want. nobody does. not really. ’
‘ what kind of fun would it be if i just got everything i ever wanted? ’
‘ i hope you don’t mind my getting involved. ’
‘ we are going to go home. ’
‘ this is not a good place to be in. ’
‘ i’m sorry i threw you at her. ’
‘ i fell asleep. ’
‘ i just miss you sometimes. ’
‘ i’m just pleased it’s all over. ’
‘ go away or you’ll be sorry. ’

anyway i’m kinda annoyed and disappointed with the way they’re handling vilde’s character. we’ve had three and a half seasons of her having these totally inappropriate and ignorant reactions and like. this is it, this is the last season. she’s not getting hers. and i know that skam characters can show a lot of growth in a short amount of time but i’m truly wondering why it’s still necessary to show her in that light. like we get it. they don’t need to keep establishing that she’s that way before she can start redeeming herself because she’s been that way since day one. and i’m truly wondering how she’s going to possibly redeem herself and make up for these three and a half seasons with only half a season left 

About the hate towards fem!Watsons

I wish people would stop making us who don’t want another female Watson & male Sherlock seem sexist. We are not complaining because we don’t want more female characters, hell, most of us are females.

We are complaining, because by making Watson a woman, they’re taking out the lgbt aspect of the story (because even when it’s strictly subtext there’s always the element of it with two men living together) and because WHY IS IT ALWAYS WATSON, THE SIDEKICK WHO GETS TO BE FEMALE?

I’d be ecstatic if a version where BOTH of them were female came out because there are way too few fictional female geniuses. And way too few lesbian ships. At least they could make Sherlock the female one, but no, it always needs to be watson - and it’s not even the hot blooded yet clever army doctor we know from the books, no, the female Watson is always kind of a mother figure. She takes care of Sherlock, she helps him to calm down when needed. Her military background is left out, like in elementray.

Also, the Sherlocks with female Watsons seem to be more masculine than the ones with male Watsons. In the acd canon sherlock is a very bubbly & feminine character, and for example Brett’s & Cumberbatch’s Sherlock are like this. I’ve only seen one episode of elementary, but apparently he’s a womanazer when the original Sherlock is not at all intereste in women.

So to conclude, we don’t hate the idea of female Watson - if we also got female Sherlock we’d be joyous. But the way Elementary & sherlock north are doing it is just forcing gender roles and ignoring lgbt rep. Thank you.

note: i didn’t mean to to badmouth elementary I’m sure it’s a good show and all, i was just using it as an example for my points of this phenomenon in general. I don’t hate elementary. I might even watch it one day. I made this post because there are already TWO popular versions with female Watson and none with both of them as females (and please dont link your indie fem sherlock versions to me as proof im sure they’re great but they aren’t POPULAR). Also i never said bbc Sherlock is good with representation?? I was just as furious as the next person when it turned out that it was queerbating but that doesn’t erase the fact that their characters are very well adapted from the acd canon. And when i talked about subtext as lgbt representation I meant the versions from the time when having lgbt characters was actually illegal, obvoiusly nowdays it isn’t good enough. And please notice how I said that i want lesbian johnlock before calling me sexist. Also “fuck you” isn’t a very convincing argument. Thank you.

Friends, this is long, but I need you to hear me. Okay?

Take a good look at this picture. At first, you might think, “That’s great! Sessions IS a racist liar! I’m glad those ladies showed up to welcome him to our city!”

I have something to tell you: They only came for the picture. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE CIS-HET WHITE WOMEN IN THIS PICTURE LEFT WHEN THE GOING GOT TOUGH.

They flocked together, casting suspicious glares at our chants, slowly separating themselves. Then, as we were peacefully assembled on the stairs, one of our comrades was arrested. “Why?” we shouted. “Why?! Bring him back!” While behind us there were solicitous murmurs from the pussy hat club. “Good,” someone said. “He was too rowdy. They’re too loud.”

They left us. They didn’t want to lock arms with us. They wanted to get their FB picture and to tell their friends they are “hashtag resisting” while at the same time pushing the POC and LGBTQ folk in front of the police. They took their privilege and used it for nothing more than a contribution to their own oppression.

The cancer of white supremacy and the lie of “law and order” is so deeply ingrained in these so-called liberals that they can see a man get arrested (with their own eyes) for standing on a stair and still think it was somehow his fault.

The same police telling us not to stand on stairs (stairs that we paid for) are the same ones that threw their bikes at us a month ago and brutally arrested two trans women.

The police aren’t our friends and the liberal moderates are a part of the problem.

White friends (particularly those of you who espouse BLM and say we need change), cis-het friends, we need you. We need you engaged. We need you to stand up and stand with us, especially when the shit gets tough. If you’re afraid, you have to be brave. You can only be brave when you’re afraid.

We NEED to you to be brave.