know your power

you know that trope in shows or movies where the evil character is in captivity and starts talking to the Heroes to try and mess with their minds, and starts analysing them going “face it you’ll never be good enough” … “you try to act tough but inside you’re broken” … and the Hero gets really rattled and upset.

well i want a scene like that where it doesn’t work

Villain: “You have a darkness inside of you. You try to hide it, but it’s there–”

Hero: “Yeah that’s the depression, there’s pills for that.”

Villain: “You try every day to make your mother proud. Even after death, it still haunts you. But she’ll never be proud of.”

Hero: “Well yeah, she was an emotionally abusive narcissist, she was never proud of anything I did, what else is new.”

Villain: “You put on a good show, but deep inside I know you don’t feel worthy.”

Hero: “I know, man, I’ve been trying to work on that in therapy.”

Like… give me characters who know they’re mentally ill and traumatised who can’t have it used against them because they’ve fully accepted it

@coldharmonies (AN ANGEL) prompted: even twists his ankle! 

“stop wiggling.”

“i’m not!”

“you are,” and he says it with a heft of a huff.  “stop wiggling!”

even’s shoulders droop his body down, head drip-dropping back onto the nest of pillows isak has propped up behind him.


“it looks like it’s already bruising.”

he says again, carefully, with the corner of his lips twitching in the smile, “isak-”

“are we sure it’s not..? it looks bad,” and when he glances up, his eyebrows are worried furrows, cheeks a chalky pale. he sounds exasperated, but looks oh so concerned, and his fingertips are so gentle where they smooth the cloth-wrapped bag of frozen peas to even’s twisted ankle.

even just rolls his eyes. drama. “i’m fine. baby, i’m not gonna break.”

“you’re never dancing again.”

he flops a hand up, stabs the air in mock protest. “nei! i’ll never stop danc-”

“and especially not in socks on the wooden floors - what were you thinking?”

there’s a moment.

and then, he can’t help it. the laugh springs open in his lungs, bubbles up right out of him. and when it hits the air, fills the air, isak, oh, isak tries to narrow his eyes sharp and baleful at him, he really tries to, but. well.

they’re sitting lopsided on the bed holding frozen vegetables to even’s foot because he slipped and fell in his socks while dancing, and suddenly, that’s the funniest thing that’s happened all week and isak can hardly breathe through the hiccups of laughter his body is shivering loose from him.

shaking his head, he crawls up the bed. settles in even’s lap with one knee on either side of his hips snug.

“you’re so stupid,” but he’s grinning.

even slips his hands under the hem of his t-shirt to hold his waist gently, and he kisses the words to his lips: “i’m your stupid, though.”

and isak- he hugs him in, and he kisses him back, and he promises, “you are.”

Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself. You will grow, you will figure out what inspires you, you will curate your own dreams, your own beliefs, your own stunning clarity, and when you do meet the person who makes your cells dance, you will be sure of it, because you are sure of yourself.
—  make sure you know yourself :))

i think about this on a daily basis… why are you like this jotaro 

Life tip: If someone accuses you of being secretly gay or secretly straight it’s best to just let them believe what they want to believe. Just hide your real secret - they can’t know of your powers

i want to scream this from the rooftops but i’ll settle for a text post: black transgender women who love women are amazing.

it’s often assumed that black trans women are gross, some type of abomination, or in some way repulsive. none of this is true. you are the backbones of civilization, rays of sunshine when so much evil exists in the world, transcendent.

and for you to be a black trans wlw? i cannot describe in the parameters of one post how much your existence blesses this world, how your every step graces everyone who witnessed you walk.

you’ve been through hell and back just trying to survive in the world, and it’s disgusting what so many will do to try to keep you down, they know your power and your might, they fear it and they want to crush your spirit. don’t let them.

may you find love in the most favorable of conditions, kiss who you wish openly and with no hesitation, hold the hand of who you wish tightly before the world and fuck anyone who disagrees.

you are ethereal and the world is much more beautiful with you in it.

the signs as andrew jackson jihad lyrics
  • aries: i hate everything you do but i'm trying really hard to not hate you because hating you won't make you suck any less
  • tarus: rejoice despite the fact this world will kill you, rejoice despite this world will tear you to shreds, rejoice because you're trying your best
  • gemini: the big red bird that lives under the city doesn't give a damn about me and it dies every night
  • cancer: i am a blank page in a notebook waiting to be filled with countless drawings of cocks
  • leo: i like telling dirty jokes, and i like smoking crystal meth, but darling i love you
  • virgo: you don't know your own power, you don't know what you're worth, you don't recognize your valor, and until you do, nothing you do will matter
  • libra: i would finally meet my maker, i could meet the great creator, and i'd punch him for teaching me how to sing
  • scorpio: in this life we lead, we could conquer everything, if we could just get the brave to get out of bed in the morning
  • sagittarius: hope is for presidents and dreams are for people who are sleeping
  • capricorn: in fucking fact, mrs. robinson, the world won't care whether you live or die
  • aquarius: i wish i had a bullet big enough to kill the fucking sun, i'm sick of songs about the summer, and i hate everyone
  • pisces: i'll never fix your car, or find you another dead end job, so let's lay on this carpeted floor and draw with crayons

ok but imagine:

ronan and adam getting together before the school year is over, and one time after p. e. class they’re in the showers with everyone else and they can’t help checking each other out, blushing a little, staring not-as-subtly-as-they-think and exchanging these kinda shy smiles because they’re allowed to look now, and at some point one of the other boys – lbr probably henry cheng or tad carruthers – mockingly tells them to get a room, you two; and ronan’s face is a storm cloud, his fists clenching at his sides with the itch to just punch the asshole, detention or no detention, but he doesn’t want to cause a scene for adam’s sake–

–and then adam’s pulling him in with a hand at the back of his neck and kissing him full on the mouth, right there under the shower spray and in front of a bunch of gaping aglionby boys, before smiling sharply at henry/tad/whoever and saying nah, we’re good here, thanks and ronan is. so in love

doodles of kara wearing some of my clothes as stress relief from my driving test

Friendly reminder that Emperor Ublaz (a.k.a. Mad Eyes) painted his claws, wore color-coordinated outfits that varied by the day, and curled and perfumed his whiskers.