it must be the corner

People keep saying that Episode 19 we have Emo!Barry. Not to me..Emo!Barry was the guy sitting on Cisco’s couch, refusing to do anything other than watch musicals. This Future!Barry is a broken man, still full of grief and pain, seven years later. He has not let her go or forgiven himself for being unable to save her. It’s evident that not only is there no Flash without Iris West, there is no Barry Allen without her as well.

Originally posted by urban-adventurer

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"I like this blog a lot! I must say, it's so much nicer than my trashy little corner of tumblr." A sad face made of two semicolons and a dash mark appears on their screen face.

“W̧hy d̡on̷’̴t͡ ̴ýo̵u ͘t͞u͟r̷n ͢th͡at f̡row̨n up̨sid̴e͟-d̕o͡wn, b̵o̕y̢?“ Anti snaps his fingers, causing the ASCII face on the screen in front of him to flip the other way, forming a smile. “Don’̛t ҉l͡ȩt͏ i͏t ̕ge͜t ̛t̵o you, ͞m̶y̡ lit̷tl͏e͡ c͏o̷rn̴er ͘of T̡u̶mblr is ͝j̸us̡t as͞ ͝t̶ra͟s͢h̀y ͘a̢s͘ y͝ơurs͞.”

He sees her again on a December night. The soft light of street lamps and chistmas lights makes everything look slightly vague, the trees, the buildings - the people. Their faces are all blurred around the edges. But hers isn’t.
Her cheeks are flushed from the cold and her eyes are glowing - those brilliant eyes of hers that once made him feel things he’d never felt before and were the perfect place to get lost in. She doesn’t notice him at first. Her arm is slung around her friend’s shoulder and she’s laughing, loud and over the top and exaggerated, not caring what anyone nearby thinks. Like she used to laugh with him. But then her gaze locks on his and he thinks how idiotic he must look: standing on the corner of the street, staring at her as though she’s the brightest star in the sky, letting other people shove past him and shoot him glares for standing in their paths.
But she is the brightest thing to look at. She is and she always was and he didn’t see it before and he let her go, he let her slip through his fingers when he should have held on, when he should have fought for her to stay. Now all he can do is stare, stare at her smile and her messy hair and the way the corner of her lips turn up when she nods at him. All he can do is commit the sight of her being so happy to memory and to hold on to it. To accept that he’ll never get more than this again, randomly running into her and being glad that she noticed him. Being glad that she found a way to laugh without him. Because it’s all his fault. He let her get away. More than once he let her go when he should have been her reason to stay.
—  The one that got away

You know, for being hellsite, Tumblr does have some of the best and chillest people if you look in the right corners.

It must be some sort of effect similar to how coal becomes diamonds under extreme pressure

McHanzo Week 2016, Day 2 - Domestic Life
I wanted to draw them painting each other the walls in their new house (does this count?)¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Tbh I don’t really like how it turned out but I still want to post something every day of The Week™, so here it goes, I guess

I want to share my story, and I want to know yours. I believe with all my heart that sharing our stories, the real, ugly, broken ones, is one of the most powerful things in the world, because to share our story we must first accept it. We must own it. We must stop running from it or shoving it into the corner when company comes over. To share our story is to admit that we’ve been changed.
—  Anna White, Mended
Save scared pewdiepie

So you guys must have heard that because of media pushing people into corners that scared pewdiepie 2 is cancelled but there might be a slight chance that we could get it back this is a petition to get scared pewdiepie back so if you are in the bro army please sign this

Originally posted by iconsofeverything

Do you get to eat fruits in heaven? Are the trees different from this place? Maybe everyone gets to ride motorcycles all day long without fear of an accident or cops because you’re speeding. What kind of currency do you guys use? Is there gender there? What about love? Do you get to fall in love there? I bet you do. Does Cupid write silly love letters for everyone? He sucks at aiming, always have, always will. What about music? Oh my god. You must have music! There has to be a jukebox around every corner. What about racism? That’s not possible. Do you own planes? You wouldn’t put a 90 ban on anyone, right? And religion? Maybe, there’s freedom up there too. Every epic, every Greek god gets a place up there. I bet Apollo sings the best songs. I bet Artemis hunts cloud shaped rabbits for the children– you guys don’t need nutrients. Does the sun speak? Every metaphor coming to life. Every love story finally has a happy ending. Edgar isn’t so sad. Shakespeare is telling everyone that the poetry he left here is really written by him. Are liars allowed in heaven? God forgives everyone, right? Is there right or wrong up there? Earth is getting scary. America is getting scary. I’m terrified. Do the stars look pretty up there? Can you just float and hug them? Do you have feelings or sensations? Do the stars shine? Do you experience day and night? Can you flip a switch and it’s bed time for everyone? I bet it’s beautiful, I bet you’re smiling. Do you feel okay? How are you? I miss you. I still write about you and one day, I won’t. I’ll be up there. I’ll be somewhere up there. Maybe I’ll run a tea shop and you can stop by. We can ride down waterfalls and not worry about anything. We can write our names on oak, we can kiss the stars goodnight. I’ll hold your hand if you hold mine type of night. I suck at singing, but I’ll sing for you. Do you miss me too? I’ll write about you until my last day. It won’t be too long now. Time is timeless up there. I’m sure of it. I’m sure of you. I have to be. Oh. Almost forgot.
—  P.S. I love you
She observes

Mycroft was the smart one, but Eurus, she was incandescent. From the three of them, she was the most observant.

“What’s her name?” Asked Eurus one day as Sherlock was leaving.
“Whose name?”
“The doctor’s daughter. You are close with her, i can see that.”
“I won’t discuss that matter.” With a wave of his hand, Sherlock left.

“So, did you had a fight? Or a raspberry juice?”
“I’m sorry?” Asked Sherlock confused.
“If it’s neither of them, then must be a trace of lipstick.” Instinctively Sherlock touched the right corner of his mouth with a little concern of being discovered.
“I made you look.” Eurus mocked.

“You’re not flying back to London.”
“Nope. I have a case in the continent.” Sherlock said keeping the violin in his case and taking his bag.
“Send her my regards.” Sherlock looked at her in confusion.”To your girlfriend. I know she is waiting for you in Montenegro.”

“You are more relaxed than usual.”
“I solved three cases yesterday. I had a fantastic sleep.” Said Sherlock cheerfully.
“Is that? Or was last night’s shag?”
“I sleep alone, Eurus.” Said Sherlock a bit upset.
“Oh, was it this morning then?” Eurus asked with a smirk.

“So, you both are living together.” Said Eurus casually. Sherlock sigh heavily.
“Are you ever gonna stop with this questions?”
“If you tell me her name, i will. I promise.” Sherlock raised a brow.
“Brahams, Hungarian dance 5.” He said adjusting his violin on his shoulder. Eurus copied his actions. “If you play it faster than me, i’ll tell you.”

She didn’t.

Irene sat on Sherlock’s lap and placed a slow and sweet kiss on his mouth. Both smiled as long as the kiss lasted. Sherlock’s phone received a text.

She attacked another nurse. - MH

Sherlock threw his phone away.

“You’ve been wandering a lot outside London. Why?”
“I’m moving to Sussex”
“That explain the bees. Are you having beehives?”
“Indeed. Checkmate.” He said putting the chessboard away.
“Tell me about the bees. What kind of cares they require?”

He told her.

“You are boring. I don’t want to play with you. I want Sherlock.”
“Sherlock sends his apologies. He is very busy with the move.”
“Mycroft, i know what i want for christmas.” Mycroft let out a sigh as he leaned back on his chair.
“And what would that be, my dear sister?”
“I want to meet Sherlock’s son.” Mycroft went pale.

Kol Mikaelson: Are you offering?

Words count: 1166

Warning: Kissing, blood-sharing, mention of sex?

Summery: You are kidnapped, Kol comes to the rescue and then some interesting things happen. (NOT MY BEST DESCRIPTION)

Dating an original comes with its burdens and hardships. You knew that. Dating Kol Mikaelson comes with even more danger, Kol is compulsive and piss a lot of people off. Being one (if not only) of his weaknesses, made you an instant target, but as time went on you always knew that Kol will come for you no matter how long it took him he always comes for you. If he was ever daggered someone from his family got you.

So when you were kidnapped you were pissed, scared but you knew that you’ll be free soon enough. Especially that the stupid vampire took you while you were on your way to see Kol for a date night. You’re sure that when you didn’t show up Kol knew something must have happened, and with your phone ringing in the corner it was only a matter of hours maybe even minutes until Kol comes.

“You know it’s a big mistake, right?” You asked the blonde vampire in front of you.

“How is that puppet?” You cringed at the name he gave you.

“A lot have tried to lure Kol out and do just as you have done, and all have failed.” You informed him, even though you know he knew that already. “What makes you think you’re different?”

“I have a few witches on my side.” He smirked and walked closer to where you were tied to a chair, the robes holding you were laced with Vervain making your skin burn and sizzle.

“As if that’s gonna help.” You smirk just to piss him off, you wanted to get under his skin and make his last hours like hell.

“Well it’s going to and, when he comes my witches will kill him.” The stupidest vampire alive said.

“God! You really are dumb, you need to get your brain checked. In all my year as a vampire I have never met a more retarded vampire than you are.” You told him, you can tell he was getting angrier as you talked. “I thought us vampires got smarter as the years went by, but I guess not all of us do.”

“Well you shut up!” He shouted at me and glared. I only smirked and he moved in even closer to me, suddenly his face cleared and he was the one smirking. “You are such a beautiful thing, I know why Kol keeps you close, but I think it’s unfair that he doesn’t share, so what do you say? Are you up to some fun?”

You jerked away from him as his hand got closed to your face by the second. “GET. AWAY. FROM. ME.” You seethed out each word, you were furious.

“Now why would I do such thing?” Just as he said that the door was slammed open and Kol stood in the door way with blood on his hands, mouth, everywhere really.

“Because she said so.” Kol said and vamp speeded to the stunt vampire and in one move his heart was on the floor, and his body joined soon after. “Now darling.” Kol turned to you and smiled. “Why do you always get yourself in such difficult situations?”

“Well you are the reason I am in danger, in the first place.” You told him as he ripped the robs off, his hands burning for a second, you sighed in relief the pain was getting on your nerve.

“I guess I have to keep you in my sight 24/7 then.” Kol smirked at you while you rubbed your sore hands.

“I guess you have, but first I need blood to hear.” You told Kol, as you took longer than usual to heal. “So are you offering?” Blood-sharing is such intimate thing, but and Kol have done it before.

“You know I always am, but let’s go to our place first.” Kol said smiling down at you, since he was taller. “Here I’ll carry you.”

“I can walk just fine.” You told him but wrapped your hand around his neck none the less, you can never say no to being close to him.

“I know, but I love holding you.” You nuzzled his neck and sighed, feeling safe in his arms. It took you Kol a few minutes to get to your rented flat in Italy, where you two were spending a holiday away from his family, it was supposed to be drama free but there’s no thing as drama free time when you’re a Mikaelson or living with one. Kol sat you down on the bed gently, and vamp speeded to the bathroom to wipe all the blood off. You took off your leather jacket and throw it on the floor and leaned on the headboard. Waiting for Kol to return and he soon did.

“Now well you feed me.” You asked your handsome boyfriend.

“Now I will do more than that.” Kol said and sat next to your legs, but still very close to your face, his legs were on the floor. Kol slowly rolling up his sleeves. He raised his wrist to your mouth and your eyes turned red with vines around them and fangs came out, you bite into his wrist and moaned as the irony substance hit your tongue. You held his write with both your hand and bite harder, Kol groaned in pleasure.

“That’s darling.” He whispered his voice raspy. Kol’s hands wrapped in your hair and pulled you away from his wrist only to crash his lips to yours into a hungry kiss. You moaned and titled your head to the side to deepen the kiss, your hands ran up and down his chest slowly feeling his muscles under his shirt. Kol had one hand in your hair while the other was on your thigh.

Kol nipped at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth slightly, only for his tongue to pass your lips and massage your own. You pulled away to take a deep breath but Kol didn’t stop his mouth moved to your neck, he sucked and kissed and bite at your neck then moved to your sweet spot, and sank his fangs there only for you to throw your head back and for you to let out a loud moan. Kol sucked your blood, the feeling of the blood leaving your body gave you a pleasurable tingle all over your body, it was one of the best feelings you have ever felt.

“Kol.” You moaned his name and you hand move to his shirt, and you ripped his shirt open, literally. Kol pulled back and you moved his face back to yours just for your lips to meet again. “I” kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. You felt him smile against your lips.

“I love you too darling, but now is time for you to lose everything you’re wearing.” With that you spent the rest of the night and part of the next morning, making love and showing each other just how much you loved each other.

Say You Won’t Let Go

Request- Can you do an imagine kinda like the song ‘Say you won’t let go’ by James Arthur?

AN- Let’s do this, and I’ve been writing so much, ever so sorry, also ask if you’d like to be tagged in my crappy writing

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Originally posted by eilizabeth-olsen

I met you in the dark
You lit me up
You made me feel as though
I was enough.

“Get the fuck off me!”

Peter could hear the shouts the second he stepped outside for some fresh air, after the party got a bit too stuffy and claustrophobic for him. It took him a while to finally find the back door, but when he did, he was happy to see the garden was practically empty, apart from the occasional person. And the couple that very making out on a smallish bench in the far corner, hidden in the shadows.

He must of been the only one to hear the noises, probably due to his now heightened senses, which often became too much for him to handle.

Walking towards the corner of the house, where some bins and stiff were being kept, and just beyond the metal containers, he could see a girl pinned against the fence and a much larger guy holding her there, despite her trying to push him off.

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Seven things you must know
before falling in love with me:

1. You’re right, my eyes mimic the gray waters of the Atlantic Ocean, but so does the rest of my soul. At times completely balanced, lapping at your feet, in a moment’s notice it can swallow you whole. Of course, if you are a decent sailor with a halfway decent ship, you should make it out alive with tales of adventure to spare. 

2. My feet are small and narrow, but I always find them a step ahead of my head, wandering into valleys and mountain paths uncharted. If I find in you a point to which they always return – or better yet, a compass – you have won me over to my core. Do not become frustrated if this does not happen, as it never has before.

3. The most intimate thing you could possibly think to do is to interweave your fingers into mine and search my eyes without saying a word.

4. I don’t really believe that I am beautiful without makeup yet, as much as I insist and flaunt. I’m getting there, and perhaps the more my bare skin meets my clean eyes, the more I will become convinced.

5. I want you to tell me what you think of me, the kind thoughts that I can see brewing like a lovely herbal tea behind your eyes. If in a moment you think I am smart, beautiful, stubborn – interrupt the conversation to interject your comment. I promise I will only be upset for a moment before shyly smiling in response. 

6. My heart is scarred from past wounds, so I am perhaps more cautious with it. If I hand it to you for a moment, please examine it as you would a lovely and fragile piece of art before handing it back to me. There may come a time when I press your hand around it as a gesture of my giving it to you, but don’t expect that to be soon. I need clarity and I need assurance.

7. I can almost guarantee that I will fall in love with you first. Please be kind.

—  // The tutorial that I refuse to hand you // S.K.K. // December 6, 2016 //
so is shallura

a pronoun
(e.g. when you look up at the night sky today please remember that somewhere between the skies, shallura is gazing at each other, warm smiles across their lips.)

a noun?
(e.g. yo @shallura send me shallura. i need me some more of that shit to remind me why i live thx.)

a verb?
(e.g. i can’t believe @onemerryjester and i just shallura-ed the entire fucking day tryna put together this @shallurazine.)

an adjective?
me:​ i have a confession to make. i’m officially shallura trash.
unfortunate friend: right.
unfortunate friend: …
unfortunate friend: you just told me that yesterday.
me: okay i just wanted to make sure you know.

nah fam, this isn’t a question. repeat after me: 

shallura isn’t a part of speech. shallura is perfection.

The whole world is inside each person, each being, each object.  To know any part of the world deeply, intimately, is to know the whole world.  Each of us, then, must find our own particular domain – that little corner of the world in which we can drill for gold.  For the acupuncturist it is knowing the body through the language of Chinese medicine.  For the painter, it is knowing the world through through paint and the canvas.  For the writer, it is knowing the world through words.
—  Stephen Cope, The Great Work of Your Life