leaving her house

I Just Don't Feel Incredible [a Barry Allen imagine]

Request: Hi Jules! Could I request some fluffy mess with Barry comforting the reader when she’s having a depressive episode? Like doesn’t wanna leave her house, mopey, etc and Barry just makes her feel better?? Love love love your work. No rush in this one. 💕💕💕

a/n: i need a barry…this is literALLY HOW I’M FEELING RN……..i need barry to do this ASAP

What’s the point of leaving the house? What’s the point of getting out of bed? Of eating? You’re pretty sure there is no point in doing anything. That is why you are laying in bed at three in the afternoon. It’s pointless. Everything is fucking pointless.

Holding the soft red square throw pillow to your chest, you squeeze your eyes shut at the gust of wind. Here he is, man of the hour; Mr. Barry Allen! Just who you didn’t want to see. Rolling over, you curl up on yourself, tucking your chin in your chest. Silently, you pray that the scarlet speedster will just leave you to suffer alone.

Much to your disappointment, he doesn’t. Instead, Barry flashes out of his regular button down and into a blue t-shirt and his gray hoodie. “Hey…” he mumbles in a soft tone as he climbs in bed with you. “What’s wrong, beautiful?” he whispers, playing with your hair. Ah, that sneaky bastard knows how much you enjoy when he does that.

Not a sound comes from you. It’s not like Barry’s surprised though. He… never gets a response on the first try. You exhale a sigh, moving your ‘Hakuna Matata’ tank top around when you roll on your side to face him. Ironic, isn’t it? You surely don’t feel very ‘hakuna matata’ today. For a moment, you focus on Barry’s eyes, watching how the cinnamon brown color mixes so well with the mint green.

Humming a song from his childhood, the brunette dries your cheeks with the pad of his thumb, thick eyelashes just barely touching his own cheeks. Good god, he is fucking beautiful. When he catches the sniffle and whimper that leaks from your lips, he shakes his head; not moving his eyelids. “No, no more tears, honey.” he coos in a gentle voice. “You don’t need to tell me what’s up…”

That’s one thing you love about Barry; he never pressures you into anything. Very slowly, you remove the pillow from your stomach, frowning when you set it aside. In a hesitant motion, which is really weird for a speedster, Barry snakes his thin, yet buff, arms around your waist. A small, but significant, sigh pushes past your lips and you mold your body against his. A picture perfect fit for the ages.

The speedster cracks a tiny smile, allowing his nimble fingers to curl at the back of your head, careful not to pull your hair. “I’m here, my princess…” he muses, dropping a kiss to the side of your temple, drawing you closer. You let out another sigh, lazily doodling on his slender hip; just above the waistband of his black boxer briefs. The ones that hug his thighs like a second skin and enhance his ass. “Tomorrow, I want to try to get you out of the house, okay, gorgeous?”

Instead of answering, you squeeze him tightly, muttering a barely audible ‘thank you’. Barry Allen somehow always knows just what you need. It’s amazing.



Modern Witches

Cackling Witch: will take your dank memes in exchange for favors, you can get that invisibility power you always wanted but can’t laugh at Pepe ever again

Fortune Teller: works for prediction websites, uses statistics to win fantasy football, will spoil the seasonal finale of your favorite show if you piss her off

Potion Master: works either at pharmacy’s or fast food restaurants where she uses the soda machine to mix draughts and the frier as a ‘bubling’ cauldron

Necromancer: gave up raising the dead and now works in IT, brings dead computers back to life because it pays better

Astral Witch: works at an online horoscope magazine, blogs about alien sightings, can help you astral project into the next town over to fight your shadow self

Solitary Forest Hag: is a top-tier level gamer since she doesn’t leave her house at all, vapes and makes hemp bracelets on the side

Spell Caster: has her own website called ‘WillCurse4Bitcoins,’ under the table deals in your local Denny’s for magic computer viruses that make your enemies default browser be Pornhub

Please Stay

First and foremost, can we just talk about ‘Sign Of The Times’?! I’m telling you guys, this song is going to get Harry his Grammy. It’s ICONIC and a CLASSIC. His gorgeous, majestic, enchanting and mesmerizing voice is a gift to us. I just love them so much! I’m so proud of everything our boys have achieved!   

 Now hope you guys enjoy this part 2 of ‘Only If’. Hope you like it as much as ya’ll liked part 1 :) xx 

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Parent Trap

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Request: Imagine co-parenting with Happy after you break up from Happys infidelity.

“What do you mean you don’t have your schoolbag?” You demanded as you walked around the dining table, wiping the surface with a cloth as you went.
“I don’t have it mama.” Your daughter answered.
“Where is it?” You asked and turned to your daughter, a spitting image of her father and you laid your hands on your hips.
She shrugged, letting her dark brown curls fall off her shoulders.
“It’s at daddy’s.” She told you as she looked up at you through thick lashes.
You sighed and tossed the cloth towards the kitchen sink and wiped your hands on your jeans.
“How many times have I told you to bring it home, Harley?”
She smiled, almost smugly, and shrugged again.
You rolled your eyes and reached out, ruffling her soft hair before turning her towards the front door.
“Come on, we’ll have to grab it on the way or you’ll be late.”
You grabbed the car keys off the counter and shuffled your daughter towards the door.
You had never been a morning person, and lately you had been fighting to keep your cool as you got Harley ready for school. Especially because she had started to make a habit of leaving things at her dads house every time she stayed there.
She was only six, but she was smart and you couldn’t help but feel she did it on purpose.
Co-parenting had never been part of the plan. God, back then everything had been so perfect.
You were his old lady and he was your old man and he had been so happy when he found out he was going to be a dad. Even the rest of the boys had been in shock by how much Happy Lowman was smiling for almost your whole pregnancy, especially when he found out he was having a little girl.
He was a good father, he had spent all his spare time with her and he had even cut back on his involvement with the club.
But that hadn’t stopped things turning bad.
Harley was four years old when you broke up.
The ‘What happens on a run stays on a run’ rule had gone out the window when that blonde whore had turned up at the clubhouse and your heart had been left broken and shattered on the floor.
He had always been faithful to you, at least so you thought but he had admitted to sleeping with the girl when they had gone on a run the month before.
It hadn’t been an easy decision to walk away but you knew you couldn’t be with a man that couldn’t be faithful to you.
You had loved him, God how you had loved him. Deep down you still did, but your mother had raised you to know you deserved better than to be cheated on and so you had taken your daughter and left.
Of course you still let him see her. You had grown up without a father and you never wanted the same for your daughter.
You hadn’t bothered going through the courts, you knew Happy wouldn’t fight you and you didn’t want him to. He saw Harley every week, she’d stay with him on the weekends and you’d have her on the weeknights while she was at school so her routine wasn’t disturbed.
But Happy still came over at least once a week to have dinner with her and you loved watching the two of them together.
She had his eyes, and his smile and your heart melted every time you looked at the two of them giggling together.
Harley Lowman was definitely the love of Happy Lowmans life.

The lot was empty apart from the row of bikes when you pulled in.
It was still early and you silently prayed that there wouldn’t be crow-eaters scattered over the floor when you walked in.
You parked in your usual spot and jumped out before letting Harley out of the car.
She hopped out happily and practically dragged you to the clubhouse doors.
She was a daddys girl and she could never hide her excitement to see her father.
It used to make you jealous but now you were used to it and honestly you were happy they had such a good relationship.
“Hurry up ma!” She cried and you rolled your eyes and pulled the door open.
She dropped your hand and ran inside, heading straight for the dorms and you followed behind her slowly.
It was always a familiar sight and it always made you nostalgic when you walked into the clubhouse.
You had so many memories here and it would always feel like home to you, but that part of your life was behind you. Thats what you had to keep reminding yourself. You weren’t an old lady, not anymore. You were just the mother of a members child, simple as that.
The place was quiet but you were thankful you didn’t see the remains of another wild SAMCRO party.
As you entered the hallway you saw Harley banging on her fathers dorm room door and you couldn’t help but smirk at the excited grin on her face.
You walked closer and leant on the opposite wall.
After only a moment the door opened and your breath caught in your throat when you saw him.
Happy opened the door in only his boxers, his ripped stomach exposed and he wiped his eyes sleepily.
You gulped as your eyes ran down his toned muscles and his intricate tattoos. You could never deny that Happy was sexy as fuck.
“Daddy!” Harley cried and hugged his legs tightly.
Happy smiled and ruffled her hair before lifting her into his arms.
“Morning baby girl.” He said quietly, his voice husky.
He looked at you and nodded his greeting.
“She left her schoolbag.” You explained.
Happy stepped back and gestured for you to enter the room and you stepped past him.
The room was the same as it always was, everything in its place and the faint smell of leather.
Happy followed you into the room and walked to the desk, Harley still in his arms and he reached down and grabbed her pink school bag off the floor.
“This is becoming a habit.” Happy said to his daughter.
She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled into him.
Happy smirked and looked towards you.
“I’ll make sure she brings it home next time.”
“Thanks.” You smiled back. “We should get going.”
“No!” Harley yelled.
Happy raised his eyebrows and pulled back from his daughter so he could look at her.
“You gotta go to school,” He told her sternly.
Harley stuck her bottom lip out and fluttered her eyelashes.
You shook your head but couldn’t help the smirk from forming on your lips. She might be like her father but she definitely got the pouting techniques from you.
Happy put her down and ruffled her hair once more.
“C’mon. Listen to your mom.”
You held out your hand and reluctantly she took it.
Happy handed you the schoolbag and you smiled at him thankfully.
“See you tomorrow for dinner?” You asked.
“Wouldnt miss it.” Happy said.
Harley glared at both of you and tugged on your hand. She always got grumpy when she didnt get her way and you both laughed.
“Say bye to your dad.” You told her.
“Bye daddy.” She said grumpily and Happy waved back, a smile on his face as he watched you both walk out the door.

It was just after lunch and you had almost made it through the stack of paperwork your boss had left on your deck when you heard a knock on your office door.
You looked up and smiled at the receptionist as she poked her head through the door.
“Theres someone here to see you,” Lara told you.
“Send them in.” You said with a smile and took a sip of coffee.
The door opened wider and you almost spat the coffee back into the cup when Happy walked into the office.
He closed the door behind him and looked at you, an amused look on his face.
What are you doing here, Hap?!” You asked and stood.
“You weren’t answering your phone.” He said with a shrug.
“My battery died.” You told him and smoothed down the pencil skirt you were wearing and you stepped out from behind the desk. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“We gotta go to school.” He said casually and leant against the wall. A toothpick sat between his lips and he twirled it across them as he looked at you.
“Is Harley okay?” You asked as concern filled you.
“She got in a fight.” Happy told you and you could almost detect the pride in his voice.
What?!” You practically yelled.
She was six years old! What on earth could she be fighting over?!
You stepped behind your desk and grabbed your handbag and slung it over your shoulder hastily.
Happy watched you as you rushed around grabbing your things and although his face was blank his dark eyes were filled with amusement.
“Lets go!” You said and rushed towards the door.
Happy stood straight and followed you, strolling casually through your workplace while you practically ran.
“You wanna ride?” Happy called to you as you pushed through the doors to the car park.
You turned back to him, one eye brow raised.
“In this skirt? No way.” You rummaged in your handbag for your keys and Happy smirked as he walked to his bike.
Finally you reached your car and you quickly started it and wound down the window.
The roar of Happys bike filled the quiet street and for a moment you wished you had taken him up on his offer. You missed riding on the back of his bike, the wind blowing through your hair as you clung to him.
But that life was behind you now, you reminded yourself. Plus, it probably wasn’t a good look to turn up to your daughters school on the back of a bike.
Happy pulled into the street and you followed him, driving quickly to the school.

“You gonna tell me what that was all about?”
Harley ignored you and walked into her room, dragging her school bag behind her as she went.
You sighed and leant against the wall.
She had been sulking all afternoon, and she hadn’t said a word in the car on the way home.
The principal had told you and Happy that Harley had gotten into a fight with a girl in her class, and she had started it but neither of you were sure why.
She wasn’t hurt, neither of the girls involved were but you couldn’t help but be concerned.
Your daughter had never acted violent before and you couldn’t imagine what could cause her to react like this.
The familiar roar of a bike echoed through your street and you opened the front door, waiting for him to pull in.
You watched as he pulled into your drive, cut the engine and swung his leg over his bike before walking towards you.
“She say anything yet?” He asked you.
You shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest.
Happy neared you and he reached out to squeeze your shoulder.
“Mind if I try?”
“Go for it.” You said and stepped aside so he could enter your house.
He walked softly across the carpet and headed straight for Harleys room.
You followed slowly but you didn’t enter. Instead you leant against the wall, deciding to let him speak to her alone.
Inside, Happy knelt next to the bed where his daughter was curled up and he stroked her hair gently.
“What happened?” He asked softly.
Harley sat up and grabbed her favourite soft toy and squeezed it to her chest, but she still didn’t say anything.
Happy continued to stroke her hair slowly.
“You wont be in trouble, but you need to tell us what happened.”
Harley turned to her father, her dark eyes filling with tears.
“She said we weren’t a real family.” Harley said. Her voice was quiet but you could still hear her and you bit your lip.
“She said we would never be a real family because you and mommy don’t love each other.”
Outside the room your heart broke as you heard the sadness in your daughters voice and you couldn’t help but feel tears fill your own eyes.
Happy wiped the tears from Harleys cheek before he spoke.
“Thats not true, baby girl.” Happy told her. “We will always be a family.”
“I love you, Harley and I love your mommy. I always will.”
Harley looked at her father.
“Do you promise?” She asked.
“I promise.” He told her and kissed her forehead.
Harley smiled and lay down on her pillows. It had been a big day for her and she was exhausted.
Happy sat with her, stroking her hair til she fell asleep before he stood quietly and left the room.
He closed the door quietly behind him and he stood in the hallway, opposite you.
“You hear all that?” He asked you quietly.
You nodded and met his gaze.
“(Y/n)..” Happy said, “Do you love me?”
You scoffed.
“Of course I love you, Hap. That was never the problem.”
His jaw clenched and he stepped closer to you.
You stared into his eyes, the same familiar darkness you had looked into so many times before and your heart began to beat faster as his hands reached towards you.
His fingers gently grabbed the fabric of your shirt and he lifted it up to show his crow you had had tattooed on your hip so many years ago.
His finger traced over the design and you gulped.
“Ive done a lot of things in my life, (y/n). A lot of bad things. But theres only one thing i regret.” His words echoed through you and you couldn’t help but place your hands on his chest, clutching at his leather.
“I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you. But I want you, (y/n). I want you back.”
You couldn’t deny the way you felt about Happy. You had always loved him and as he stood before you, vulnerable and close enough to kiss that desire took over you.
His jaw clenched again and just like that you lost it.
You crashed your lips against his and his arms wrapped around your waist, holding him to you tightly.
A moan left your lips as he ran his tongue along your lower lips and you pulled him closer to you.
“Are you sure?” He asked you between kisses and you smiled against his lips.
You pulled back from him and grabbed his hand, dragging him as you walked backwards towards your bedroom.
“Im sure, daddy.”


The Playboy Murder

Beautiful Dorothy Hoogstratten (better known by her stage name Dorothy Stratten) was a shy, awkward teenager when she met Paul Snider, a money hungry hustler who immediately saw the potential for fame in the buxom blonde. Dorothy had struggled with self-esteem issues her entire life, and despite her ethereal looks she did not consider herself worthy enough of a mans attention until Paul Snider came along.

The two fell in love and got married in June 1978, and soon after the wedding Snider persuaded Stratten to pose for nude photos, which he secretly sent off to Playboy magazine. Just a few months later the pair moved to Los Angeles, where Dorothy became a finalist in the Playboy Bunny Hunt competition. She met Hugh Hefner and worked as a dancer in his Playboy Club, and Snider encouraged her to audition for movie roles. To help her get roles, Snider bullied Dorothy into dying her hair peroxide blonde, and forced her to undertake a gruelling diet and exercise regimen. Dorothy’s hard work paid off when she featured as Playboy’s “Playmate of the Month” for August 1979, and she was also voted “Playmate of the year 1980”.

In 1980 Dorothy starred in her first (and only) movie, ‘Galaxina’, where she plays a beautiful robot. At the movie’s first screening, Hugh Hefner pulled Dorothy aside and warned her to keep away from Snider. “He’s a hustler and a pimp. He’s just using you” Hefner reportedly said. Dorothy made the fatal mistake of telling her husband about this remark, and Snider grew even more jealous and paranoid over his beautiful young wife.

Snider began beating Dorothy, flying into rages about the affairs he believed Dorothy must be having. He prohibited her from leaving the house without him, took away her car keys, and would stand next to Dorothy when she talked on the phone. Her friends desperately tried to seek help for her, but Stratten would always blame herself for his behaviour and make excuses for the bruises that were showing up on her body with increasing regularity.

In April 1980 Dorothy fell in love with Peter Bogdanovich, the director of the new film she had scored a lead role in. Snider hired a private detective to spy on her, and when he discovered his wife’s affair he reportedly threatened to kill Dorothy and “ruin that pretty face”. Dorothy and Peter moved in together at his mansion in Beverley Hills, and by August Dorothy had filed for divorce.

On August 14, 1980, Snider rang Dorothy and asked to meet her at his house to talk about an amicable divorce. Dorothy enthusiastically agreed and withdrew $1000 to give to Snider.

What happened next is unclear. Dorothy arrived at Snider’s house around noon, and at some point during the night Snider beat Dorothy and tied her into an elaborate BDSM harness. He violently raped and sodomized her, before shooting her in the face at point-blank range with a 12-gauge shotgun. Snider raped her dead body again, aimed the gun at his head, and committed suicide.

The landlord of the house discovered the two nude bodies the next day. Dorothy was only 20 years old, and Hugh Hefner wrote this about her in an article:

“Dorothy took my breath away. She had this beautiful inner quality about her that was so charming, so innocent, and it touched everything in the room”

Every Other Weekend pt. 8

Prompt: After five years of marriage and two kids, you and Bucky decide you can’t make it work anymore.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,538

Warnings: divorce, angst, cheating, language

A/N: TAGGING IS CLOSED. i am sooo sorry it has taken me so long to get this up but thanks for hanging in there! hope the wait was worth it.

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Part 7


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(let’s pretend his hair is as long as it is in the fic. the gif just fits too perfectly.)

“Dad, no!” Gavin latched himself onto Bucky’s leg, crying. It was what you wished you could have done. But it would have been frowned upon. At least if it was your son acting out, it was acceptable.

“I have to go.” Bucky fought Gavin on his leg, handing you the bag you’d given him the week before. “You get to go home with your mom.”

“But I want you.” Gavin continued to cry, his tears wetting Bucky’s jeans. You felt helpless. You wanted to scoop up your son and protect him. You had wanted to since all of this started. It wasn’t his fault, but he didn’t know. All he knew was his dad picked him up, they spent a week together and then he dropped him back off to you. That was one of the hardest things. You were unable to tell your son why his dad wasn’t home, why he left.

“Come on baby. Dad’s gotta go.” You frowned, holding Avery with one arm and bending down to help Gavin. Gavin cried harder, grasping at the folds in Bucky’s jeans.

“I’ll see you next week.” Bucky nodded, seemingly unfazed by Gavin’s cries.

You fought a scoff. “Yeah. See you then.” You sighed, picking Gavin up and walking to the car. Bucky didn’t stick around any longer than he had to. You blocked Gavin’s view of his father driving out of the parking lot.

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“—K.,” (1/1)

Summary: “He starts leaving notes after that. For anything and everything, if he leaves the house without her knowledge, he leaves a note.”

Notes: This very, very brief drabble is the result of a collaboration between myself and the lovely Svenja (@winterbythesea). Because Killian Jones definitely has gross, beautiful penmanship, and he definitely leaves dumb, dramatic notes everywhere he goes. The freaking handwritten notes in the above photoset were all drawn by and photographed by her, because she is a genius. Small trigger warning for descriptions of a panic attack. Also on Ao3.

+ She wakes up one morning and he’s not there.

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Scott McCall AU

Plot: Any permanent mark your soulmate gets, you get. Along with a distinct, unique tattoo that appears after an important moment in your soulmate’s life, however, you have no idea how you get away clean

A/N: So I really don’t see a lot of these Soulmate AUs with the Teen Wolf fandom, or at least the tags I check don’t, but I’ve decided to write a series, which will finally get me on track for my writing schedule and hopefully inspire future imagines. Also this is a pretty long one… so enjoy!! AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!!


When you were younger it seemed you found new scars on yourself every few months, sometimes 5 a month. Your parents were constantly worried but once they realized that the scars appeared on below your elbows and knees, they just figured out that your soulmate was clumsy.

“I wonder what this kid does all day…” Your dad used to tell you.

“I bet he’s a superhero.” Your mom used to tease you, just to see your tiny cheeks warm.

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i’ve been trying to post a drawing every day so…here’s some lineless practice with allura holding… molten steel? a star? you decide.

Women In Young Adult Literature

This Wednesday we’re celebrating the social, economic, cultural and political achievements of women on International Women’s Day. I’d like to use that as an opportunity to talk about a few of my favorite female characters in Young Adult books. Careful if you haven’t read these books because of possible spoilers.

Cather Avery (Fangirl)

Cather Avery and her twin sister Wren are starting college and Wren has announced she wants to discover college on her own, leaving an introvert Cath hiding out in her dorm, writing fan fiction. I really liked that Fangirl was about Cath as a character at first and everything else second. Cath is shy and introvert but she’s also sure of who she is and isn’t ashamed of that.

Madeline Whittier (Everything Everything)

Madeline has a rare illness which prevents her from leaving her house, but Maddy is a happy teenage girl. She reads a lot, takes classes online, has a friend in the form of her nurse. Despite the fact that she was missing out on so much in her life, she keeps being optimistic. It is impossible not to like her. Of course, she was also moody and curious. This curiosity eventually leads her to uncover a secret that will change everything for her.

Glory O’Brien (Glory O’Brien’s History of the Future)

One evening Glory and her best friend mix up beer with the remains of a bat (that is as weird as it sounds). Next thing they know they can see people’s pasts and futures. Glory becomes obsessed with the second civil war and decided to write down every piece of information she gathers from seeing people’s futures. I loved how Glory handled seeing the future. She questioned everything in her past and present; her future, the strange hippie community across the street and especially her mother’s suicide and what I means for her.

Rose Hathaway (Vampire Academy-series)

Rose Hathaway is a Dhampir and thus fated to guard a Moroi. She’s determined to protect her best friend Lissa, a royal Moroi. Rose is sarcastic and insubordinate but she is fiercely loyal to Lissa. Over the course of the series Rose loves and loses Dimitri. The loss of him puts her friendship with Lissa and even her life at stake.

Mara Dyer (Mara Dyer trilogy and upcoming Shaw Confessions)

She has to power to kill people with a thought, but is she a villain? Throughout this trilogy, Mara tries to figure out what is happening with her. She means no harm, but around her people start dying under strange circumstances. She tries to understand her powers and is put in dangerous situations because of it. To get herself out of these situations she must use her power and questions who she is when she does.

Gwendolyn Shepard (Ruby Red)

Kerstin Gier gives us curious and funny heroines. These characteristics often put them in complicated situations. Take Gwendolyn, (Gwyneth in the US/UK editions) for example. She can travel through time but it isn’t nearly as fun as it sounds. She always taught her cousin would inherit the time travel gene, she isn’t ready to fulfill tasks that would take her across time. Yet, Gwendolyn uncovers the truth and stands her ground while taking on an ancient organization.

Shahrzad Al-Khayzuran (The Wrath and the Dawn)

She marries the Caliph, not to love him and be his bride, but to kill him. Khalid has had countless wives and has killed every one of them, including her best friend. But when Shahrzad finds out her husband is cursed she takes it upon herself to save him and their people. Shahrzad can come across as spoiled, but she also doesn’t take shit from anyone and doesn’t like to be told what to do.

Inej Ghafa & Nina Zenik (Six Of Crows)

Inej can climb the most impossible buildings. She grew up with loving parents but was separated from them and sold to a brothel. Her time there still causes her anxiety. Nina was a member of the second army in the Ravkan war. She’s a heartrender. Nina loves her power, she loves food and she loves Matthias, who is supposed to be her enemy, and she knows he loves her too. Nina is determined to show him Grisha aren’t evil like he has been told, to not only accept her but her kind as well. Inej and Nina are just as much a part of The Dregs as the boys and just as important for their mission.

Kestrel Trajan (The Winner’s trilogy)

As the general’s daughter Kestrel knows politics very well. She has always had a privileged life. When Valorians and Herrani’s go to war, Kestrel is put in a difficult position. Her people are in the wrong, but they are her people. Arin isn’t one of them. He’s her slave, the boy she’s in love with. She has to help his people. Kestrel is often put before terrible options but they are her only options and what do you choose when the outcome is bound to be horrible either way?

Verity (Code name Verity)

“Kiss me, Hardy. Kiss me, quick!” Well, if this book didn’t destroy me. Verity is captured by Nazi’s and tortured until she agrees to write down everything she knows - everything. The first half of the book is her confession, the second half is told from her best friend’s POV. Maddie and Verity are major friendship goals. Their story was so inspiring and completely heartbreaking at the same time.

Bianca (The DUFF)

The Designated Ugly Fat Friend is what Robbie calls Bianca, explaining that it isn’t a bad thing, but it’s a fact. Bianca tries to not let this bother her, but it does. She is the DUFF. Despite the fact that he hates Robbie the two of them start a friends-with-benefits relation, except for the “friends” part because they hate each other. The book discusses many others topics, such as friendship, neglect, alcoholism and divorce. Bianca uses the words ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ a lot throughout the book. In the end, she comes to a nice conclusion about these labels and ultimately it’s a good message. I would also recommend Kody’s other YA novels.

Linh Cinder (Cinder)

So far I’ve only read the first book in the Lunar Chronicles series, but it was enough to see that Cinder is bad-ass. She’s funny and sassy and the best mechanic in New Beijing. Instead of going to the Prince’ ball she’d rather use that opportunity to elope from her evil guardian. Things don’t go as planned when it’s discovered that Cinder is a Lunar, that she has powers, and that if the Lunar queen finds out, she will take Cinder to Luna and most likely kill her.

Yeah, there’s a lingering question, there’s that lingering question. Also, does she want to go with him, or does she want to call him back? Or does she want him to just stay a little longer? There’s all sorts… that moment she turns around on the porch when he’s leaving is just loaded. There’s all kinds of stuff going on there.
—  Melissa McBride, yahoo.com, 13 March 2017 - Do you think she suspected right away? There’s a moment in “New Best Friends,” when Daryl leaves her house, she turns to go inside, and then hesitates for a moment, as if she’s going to go after him.

Dear Arthur, 

It was nice, as always, to have you and your entertaining children for tea last week - I haven’t laughed so hard in months. Really, your daughter should be a comedian. And Emily and I are ever so fond of Ron. 

It was hard, as always, to watch Hermione leave so soon after arriving home, but she feels so essential in your politics. She’s only a child, as much as she likes to believe otherwise. Please don’t let her do anything heroic this year. (I’m told is a trait of her “house”). Emily and I have retrieved too many letters about her hurt and breaking rules and helping her friends escape near-death experiences. 

Father to father, you must know the feeling. Is it less scary for you, knowing the world you send them off to? I’ve never even seen her school. Or maybe, God forbid, you’re aware of dangers there I haven’t even thought of and you’re more scared for your kids. With Voldemort (Voldemore? Voldemorre?) back on the loose…I almost couldn’t let her leave the house. 

Enough about me. You asked about our pipes system - I had to spend an hour or so in the library, but here’s a diagram of where the water for our suburb comes from. It’s just a brochure from the city, but I drew on it a bit so you can understand. My return question is this - after reading Hogwarts, A History, (great read, by the way), I’m baffled as to why there are so few students at currently, compared with the date of its creation, especially with the fairly recent addition of Muggleborns. Where have all the wizards gone? I can’t get the numbers to line up. 

I hope all is well with the Order of the Phoenix. Please remind Hermione to write from Headquarters…Emily and I are praying for Harry. 

Thanks, Arthur. Looking forward to your next letter. 


PS - Emily was wondering after Molly’s scone recipe - is that something shares with mere Muggles? They sure taste like magic. 

anonymous asked:

I'm really sad about something I don't understand and was hoping you could explain. Why do people block without giving a reason to? I don't why it first seems like it's all going so well then the next you're blocked and you don't know why or what you did or said wrong? It's happened twice now and to say it hurts is an understatement.

Oh, my precious Kabby babies.  Circle up, it’s time for some firm but gentle life advice from Mom. 

First of all, unless I personally am the person who blocked you (which I’m obviously not since we’re having this conversation!), in a very real sense the short answer to this question is that you know I can’t actually answer this question.  You’re asking me to tell you why a person I don’t know did a thing for which I have no context, and for which there could be a thousand reasons. So in a concrete, specific sense, my answer is: I do not know.


(You knew there was going to be a however.)

Social media is a deeply personal avenue for self-expression and it’s also a world where many of us spend a great deal of our time, which means that we have the full and free right to customize it into exactly what we want it to be.  The things that you post are personal reflections of you, which is  why it bums you out when someone mutes or blocks or doesn’t follow back; it feels on some level like a personal rejection.  But the space you curate is also a personal reflection of you.  You have the right to post anything you want and other people have the right to choose not to see it.  Both of those rights are equal, even though you’re only on one side so naturally the other one feels like it’s in some way “wrong.”  

I’m speaking with zero context for what your preexisting relationship with these people was beforehand (like obviously if it was a close friend and they blocked you out of nowhere, you’re going to have to sort that out with them directly, I can’t advise you there), but it’s important to remember that there may be no “right” and wrong” in this scenario.  It’s fully possible for both of these things to peacefully coexist at the same time:

1) your absolute right to feel a little bit rejected and hurt that a stranger on the internet made the choice that they didn’t want your social media sphere to overlap with their social media sphere,


2) that other person’s absolute right to say “if something or someone makes me feel even the tiniest bit ‘nope’ I am purging it out of this space so it is exactly what I want and need it to be.” 

They don’t need to have a reason.  That sucks, when you’re on the receiving end of it, which all of us have been - it truly and genuinely sucks - but it’s also reality.  One of the hard truths that incidents like this make us sometimes have to face - and we don’t want to face these things, because they can feel really icky and vulnerable and ping all the little gremlins in our brain  - is this:

nobody on the internet owes you their time or attention for anything you do or say.

This sounds mean and brutal, and I don’t mean it to be, because you know mom loves you, but it’s incredibly important, so I’m going to say it again to make sure that if nothing else, this gets through:

nobody on the internet owes you their time or attention for anything you do or say.

The celebs you stan don’t owe you a response to your tweet, just because you want one.  The people you tag in meta don’t owe you reblogging it to continue having that conversation with you forever, just because you want to prove you’re right.  The fans of the fic you write for your most popular ship don’t owe you crossing over to give you hits on your rare-pair fic if they don’t feel like it.  Nobody owes you a certain number of followers, nobody owes you a response to every anon you send them, nobody owes you finishing that fic you like in time for them to read it when they feel like reading it.  We owe each other one thing and one thing only: basic human decency.  That’s it.  Everything else is freely offered to the world, and freely taken by the people who want it.  It’s not a transactional exchange.  If you make art or write fic and you put it out there into the world, you’ve done a cool thing, and whether it gets ten hits or thousands it was still worth doing.  There will be people who aren’t interested, but if you get hung up on feeling rejected by that, it will paralyze you.

Social media is personal. That’s unavoidable.  It’s an extension of ourselves.  When someone is cruel to you or to one of your friends on the internet, even if it’s an anonymous stranger, it feels shitty.  When you express an opinion about something and a ton of people reblog it and the tags are full of “OMG YES THISSSSS”, it feels great.  We all experience that in different ways.  Society has always selected arbitrary measures for young girls and women to live up to in order to feel like they’re popular or they’re approved by the cool kids, and right now it’s things like “how many followers do you have” and “did you get an RT from a celebrity” and “how many likes on your posts”.  So on a primal level, maybe having someone you thought was a friend block you on Twitter or Tumblr hits you in the same deep core place as having the cool kids not come to your birthday party.  That feeling is super real!  It brings up alllllll that deep stuff we try to hide and pretend that we’re above experiencing, but we all have those squishy vulnerable inner selves that just need the cool kids to like us and we feel bad when they don’t.  

I had this exact conversation with my therapist a few weeks ago when she was giving me a hard time because my book has 60 reviews on Amazon, of which like the majority are 5 stars with two negative ones, and I have both the negative ones like memorized.  And she was like “CLAIRE.  WHAT THE HELL.  WHY DO YOU DO THIS?  58 POSITIVE AND YOU CANNOT QUOTE A SINGLE ONE.  TWO SHITTY ONES AND YOU KNOW THEM VERBATIM.  THAT IS NOT HEALTHY BEHAVIOR.”  And I was like “… . okay fine when you put it that way, yes I do sound like a crazy person.”  So like my advice to you – advice which I have just proven I am absolute garbage at taking myself, so like I may have just eroded my own credibility in my efforts to help – is to remember that you probably have a lot more than two followers so honestly this is probably not a bad collective ratio, and there may be lots of people who are very interested in what you have to say but you’ve focused a lot of your energy on these two people and it’s worth giving some thought as to why that is.

My question for you is this: what is the net negative impact of having these two people block you on social media? Like in an actual, concrete way, separate from those sort of core gut “I feel unloved in this moment” feelings, what is the effect on your life?  You might be surprised.  It might be zero.  In which case, let yourself feel those feelings, experience them as valid, and then breathe through them and move on and keep on doin’ you. 

I’m pushing back on you a little bit here very gently because it feels, reading this anon, like you’ve made a determination of hurtful intent on the part of the person who blocked you, or at the very least a certainty that this choice that made was about you and not about them.  That the fact that things seemed to be going fine and then they blocked you means you were somehow intentionally misled or mistreated.  Be really, really, really careful about deciding the cool girl didn’t come to your birthday party because she’s a bitch who wanted to make you feel terrible and is sitting somewhere cackling at the thought of your sad lil’ face waiting by the front door; maybe she didn’t come to your birthday party because she has depression and it’s hard for her to leave the house sometimes and she knew your party would be loud and wild and crazy and too much for her brain to handle right now. Be careful about presuming negative intent with no proof it exists.  The internet makes this so easy, the internet conditions us for this, and it conditions us to respond in kind. The worst thing you could do here is to, like, make a callout post or subtweet in the hopes that it will get back to them and they’ll feel bad, or to sic your other followers onto them, because that turns this into a situation that really does have a right and wrong; and since you don’t know if they were trying to make you feel shitty, or just went on a big block/mute purge to whittle their list down for mental health reasons that are totally their own, once things escalate you can’t put the horse back in the barn. It’s too late.  Now it’s A Thing, when maybe it never really needed to be A Thing.  And in almost all situations for almost all people in almost all ways, Kabby Mom’s advice is going to be, “please think carefully before you make this A Thing.”

This got long, I’ve been having a lot of thoughts lately about the conversations I’m always having with fandom folks the way we let social media permeate and shape our sense of self, in good ways and bad, so I apologize for my verbosity but also not really because that’s how things roll over in Kabby Mom’s Advice Corner.  But I will sum up in bullet points for those of you who have been skimming, to bring you up to speed:

  1. Everyone has the right to curate their own social media space however they see fit, and they don’t have to explain their reasons.
  2. They aren’t obligated to include you in that space even if you want them to.
  3. None of that is an objective measure of your worth as a person or a sign that you should stop being you on the internet.
  4. Your feelings of rejection come from a real place and you get to feel them, as long as
  5. You are striving to move through them without permitting them to paralyze you, and finally
  6. You never use someone else’s choice to curate their social media sphere as a justification for treating them like crap.

Focus on your positive interactions instead of negative ones – your friends, creating stuff and putting it out into the universe – whether it be art, fic, opinions, a podcast, gifsets, crackposts, whatever – and your social media world will be a better place.

In the immortal words of the great Michael J. Fox, “What other people think of me is none of my business.”

‘The Walking Dead’ Postmortem: Melissa McBride on Carol’s Nightmares and Daryl’s Sacrifice
Melissa McBride as Carol Peletier (Credit: Gene Page/AMC)

Warning: This interview for the “Bury Me Here” episode of The Walking Dead contains storyline and character spoilers.

Morgan’s not the only one who left his peace-minded ways behind in “Bury Me Here”… after finding out the truth about the brutal murders of Glenn and Abraham (and Spencer and Olivia), and seeing Morgan’s devastated state after Benjamin’s murder by Savior Jared, Carol ended her self-exile and moved to the Kingdom to prepare for war against Negan and his group.

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Carol portrayer Melissa McBride, who’s been separated from her Alexandria friends for nearly a whole season, talked to Yahoo TV about what convinced Carol to return to her butt-kicking ways, when she suspected Daryl was lying to her, what she really thinks of the “Caryl” relationship, and why she refused to get close to Benjamin (R.I.P.).

It’s good to talk to you again, and after such a good Carol episode.
You know, this is one of my favorite episodes this season. The performances [are] just so wonderful.

How has this season been for you? All of your co-stars have said losing other castmates was very tough, of course, but also being apart from each other for the first half of the season was difficult. But you have been separated from them even longer, through most of the second half of the season. Has that helped a bit with Carol being isolated in the storyline?
It’s been tough. It started off brutally, and they were gone. Then being separated, it was just really hard. It’s kind of like going to a… like moving away from home and going to a new school sort of. You meet new people, and you don’t see your old pals as often, but I like to go to set when I can and watch, and try to keep up that way. Yeah, it’s been very, very different for a lot of us. More frustrating at times. I guess, perhaps a little bit, it did play into that feeling of being isolated, wandering. I felt a little bit like I was wandering around. Then, you know, Carol’s in self-imposed isolation, and I’m like, “When am I going to work again? When will we see Carol again?”

You just spoke about going to the set. Greg Nicotero told me a great story about you standing in for Judith in a scene.
Oh yeah, that was a hoot. I wasn’t standing in, I was laying in. It was funny. I was laying on the floor and playing with toys, and trying not to make goo-goo, ga-ga voices. It was fun. Alanna Masterson is a great person. She’s very funny. I think it was her idea for me to do that. Whatever it takes, you know?

Carol, when we meet up with her in this episode, is having nightmares, is clearly troubled by something. She’s very clever, very intuitive… has she suspected all along that Daryl wasn’t telling her the truth about Alexandria?
She is clever. There’s that possibility. I think she was just really in denial, really wanting to believe. When he said that Jesus brought everybody to the Kingdom, she didn’t ask why. She just didn’t ask. She wants to know, but she doesn’t want to know. If she asks and somebody tells her, then that’s going to make it real. She doesn’t want to know, but I think deep down, yeah, she’s struggling, she’s not able to sleep, it’s been on her mind, I’m sure. Finally, it’s just, I’ve got to know. Then, OK I don’t want to know. Morgan says, “I’ll take you to Alexandria and you can ask.” If he’s not willing to tell her right then, then she knows it’s bad.

Do you think she suspected right away? There’s a moment in “New Best Friends,” when Daryl leaves her house, she turns to go inside, and then hesitates for a moment, as if she’s going to go after him.
Yeah, there’s a lingering question, there’s that lingering question. Also, does she want to go with him, or does she want to call him back? Or does she want him to just stay a little longer? There’s all sorts… that moment she turns around on the porch when he’s leaving is just loaded. There’s all kinds of stuff going on there.

That eventually propels her, of course, to go to the Kingdom and ask Morgan this question. On her way there, in one of the few lighter moments in this episode, we see her stabbing the walkers with the one-way sign. Did that become a little too literal?
That was cute. Yeah, it kind of is. As it turns out, I don’t know how much I can get into that, but it just turns… we can read all kinds of stuff into that. And the arrow, I do believe, was pointing backwards.

Lennie James as Morgan Jones (Credit: Gene Page/AMC)

We see all of these different moments and how they, very dramatically, shift Morgan’s resolve. For Carol, by the end of the episode we see that she has accepted that they’re going to have to go to war. For her, is it the moment that Benjamin dies? Or is it really not until she finds out about Glenn and Abraham that Carol makes the decision that this is what she’s going to have to do?
When Morgan comes and says that he’s killed Richard, tells her what happened, and knows that she’s ready to hear it, ready to face that, even if it means the end of herself. “There’d be nothing left.” She [told Daryl] that’s what she would do, and she knows it’s time. I think everything led up to that moment. Benjamin, the gun… the Saviors need to be dealt with, and she’s ready. Morgan also says Rick wants to fight. She realizes, too, Daryl did not tell her. She realizes in that moment that it’s all coming true, what she didn’t want to know is being confirmed. And for Daryl to have been so selfless like that, and put in a position to not tell her, even when it means as much as the group needs her, as much as they need people, they need numbers, that he still couldn’t tell her, or wouldn’t tell her, I think she felt guilty for putting him in that position for her sad self. You know?

Related: ‘The Walking Dead’ Postmortem: Lennie James on Morgan’s Breakdown and Why He Kills Again

I love that. She isn’t angry with him for lying to her, she does see that as a selfless act on Daryl’s part.
I [love it], too. I just love Daryl and Carol. I adore them.

Norman Reedus as Daryl Dixon (Credit: Gene Page/AMC)

What label would you put on their relationship at this point? You know that so many fans want them to become a couple. I have been among them, but then with that visit in “New Best Friends,” it felt like their relationship kind of transcended just being a couple. They have such an intense connection that goes beyond a romantic situation.
It totally is. I have never been given that direction, I’ve never been given that in a script. He was antagonistic in the beginning, like a… to me, they’ve been teammates. I don’t see her lecturing him or anything. I don’t see her doting on him, I don’t see that motherly thing. I see a protective thing, and the same thing he gives to Carol, that protection. I see them, if anything, transgress to [be] kids together.

When Carol talks Morgan into, pleads with Morgan, to stay in her house while she goes to the Kingdom, does she hope it will give him a chance to calm down a little, to regroup?
Yes. When she says to him, she hears exactly what King Ezekiel said to her when she was losing herself, not knowing which way to go, just wanting to get away from it all, and she sees Morgan just becoming unhinged… Ezekiel said the same thing, “Go, but not go. Take refuge. Here is a safe haven, here is a place where you can go, but not go. Don’t leave, don’t leave yourself, don’t leave us. Just take the time that you need to do what you need to do.” She understands how difficult this is for Morgan, that he’s killed again. What could have propelled him to kill must have been so bad. That the stakes are so high now, and it’s going to put him in that same position because he has that creed, that cardinal rule, and yet everything just flies in the face of it. “To injure the opponent is to injure oneself” was the last thing Benjamin said, and that is what Morgan had told him. Then Richard saying, “I lost everything because I didn’t do something.” And Richard says, “I’m going to lead us to squash these Saviors. I’ll be the one to lead us”… Morgan kills Richard right there at that meeting. This is huge, this is monumental, enough to drag him over the brink.

And Richard isn’t wrong. Or at least, he has good intentions…
No, he’s not wrong. Even that Savior guy, Gavin, who’s coming to collect the goods. He was like, “I didn’t come here , I didn’t sign up for [getting stressed],” for tension or whatever it was. I don’t remember the exact line, but he’s saying, this doesn’t have to be tense. Everybody in this episode is backed up against a wall. If Gavin doesn’t deliver, what’s Negan going to do to him? “You answer to me, because I answer to him. You screw me up, what’s going to happen to me?” Then here we go with the garden full of weevils… they have to burn that down, and that’s the [tribute]. It’s almost like this episode should have been named, “Right Now,” because it is. It’s all happening right now.

Related: ‘The Walking Dead’ Postmortem: Scott Gimple on Sparking Morgan’s Trauma and the New Jerry

Morgan had started to feel a very fatherly, mentor-like relationship with Benjamin and his brother. We didn’t see a lot of interaction between Carol and Benjamin, but she seemed to have a little bit of a connection with him when she ran into him in the woods, and in this episode she said, “No, don’t skip this meeting that you have to go to,” when he asked her to train him a little more. Was she starting to feel a bit of a connection with Benjamin as well?
I think just the weight of the world that Benjamin is growing up in gets to her. Of course, it’s another kid, right? She thinks, “Just don’t rely on me”… and it could be anyone. She doesn’t want anyone to rely on her for anything, she doesn’t want to be responsible for the life or the death of anybody. Just leave her alone. Especially another kid. Just pretend you never saw me and go away. I think that second time when she’s at the Kingdom, knowing the deal that the Saviors made and what Morgan had just shared with her, she thinks, “You need to go make that meeting.” Yeah, her tone changed. Then, the next time she sees him he’s bleeding to death.

The season finale is just three episodes away now. The thing everybody has said is, it’s unlike any finale we’ve seen before on the show.
This is true. It is unlike any other… unlike anything else on the show. There are a couple of moments that I couldn’t… I was just very, very, very surprised. No, I was like, “No, what? No! Wait, what? What?!” Yeah.

At the very least, it seems like the finale may be finally bringing all of our favorite people back together.
Right. I think it’s safe to say everybody’s gearing up. For something. And it’s not a picnic.

The Walking Dead airs Sundays at 9 p.m. on AMC.

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“Hello Love.” Klaus hummed as he spotted you at the end of the bar, Camille would stop serving people to give you notes or when it wasn’t busy she’d sit and help you study.


“What do you want Klaus?” You sighed.


“To offer you the pleasure of my company.” Klaus smiled and you rolled your eyes.

“Believe me your company is anything but pleasurable.” You sighed and grabbed your books. “I’ll come back tomorrow.”


“Alright, see you later (Y/N).” Camille waved at you before turning to scowl at Klaus who had an innocent look on his face.


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