let your colors show

Imagine being the Daughter of these two.....

Originally posted by harleyquinnandpuddin

-When Harley told her Puddin she was pregnant, he was not happy. He actully growled at her to get rid of it. She got so mad at his request she walked out on him, and planned on never talking to him again. 

-He had completely forgotten about Harley’s reasoning for leaving, convinced she left to be with another man. That was until the day you were born, when she broke her own promise and sent him on picture of you, sleeping in the nursery. 

-It was love at first sight, and he immediately got in the lambo, speeding to the hospital, and shooting anyone who tried to stop him as he advanced towards the nursery. When he saw you laying there, he broke the glass, took you in his arms and left. He later texted Harley telling her to meet him at the condo they once shared. She was there in 15 minutes.

-Harley was pissed that he took you, but when she saw him cradling you in his arms, looking at you with nothing but affection, all the anger melted away.

-When you were little the duo went on less crime sprees, the dirty work was mostly left for the henchmen to do, with one of the two attending every once in a while. However it wasn’t until you were 17 that they went back to their normal routines of mischief. 

-You were Daddy’s little monster, no matter what you wanted Joker always tried to get it for you, he even took you to the park once a week. 

-You were Mommy’s little vexor. You defiantly had her tongue, and sense of humor. Her proudest moment was when you were six and scared a girl in your class by saying, “The voice told me to ruin your tower, since you stole my crayons.” 

-Most of the staff at the school knew who your parents were, and not to mess with either of them. So most of the stuff you did was overlooked, and you always got good grades (Which you did earn, since you were one of the smartest kids in the class)

-When Harley and Joker would fight, Joker would lock you in your room. They would scream and throw shit and sometimes one of them would leave. You would be sitting on your bed and listening to everything, until one of them (Normally Harley) opened the door, and scooped you into her lap to wipe your tears. 

-Harley tried to leave with you once after a fight, you just remember seeing broken dishes on the floor, holes in the wall from gun fire, and punches, the whole house was a mess. When Joker saw her carrying you out though he sharply hissed, “Oh no no no Kitten, you aren’t taking my princess.” 

“Oh no Mr. J I am, and you will leave us alone.” And then Harley ran from the condo, hot wired a car and drove you both to a hotel in a neighboring town. 

-Of course Joker came looking for you both, and it was agreed after that fight, that he would be the one leaving the house if it got that bad, and Harley would stay home with you. He didn’t like the idea of an emotional Harley taking you into the dangers of Gotham without protection

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-Your mother used to tell you the story of her falling in love with Joker as a bed time story sometimes. She told it as different characters, like sometimes they were royalty, other times mythical gods, but it was always the same plot.

-Your Father told you tales of his crimes for bed, sparing no detail from them. He left nothing out, and enjoyed how when he talked about killing people your eyes would light up slightly. He also told you his adventures with Batman, but those were only told when Harley was in the room with him. (His bedtime stories were your little secrets)

-Everyone in your school was scared to be friends with you, mostly because you were the princess of Gotham, and everyone knew that your parents would not hesitate killing them if they didn’t like the kid, or hurt you. 

-Your first boyfriend refused to take you on a date, because he was embarrassed that he agreed to date you. 

-When he shared this with you, you decked him. The impact of your fist to his face left a bruise over his eye, then proceeded to bruise, cut and bloody the rest of his face. You went home that day with bruised knuckles, an attitude, and a 3 day suspension. Joker had never been prouder.

-You wore the shortest, most low cut dress to your prom, courtesy of Harley, who also did your makeup and hair. Joker protested at first however you interjected, “My father is the most scary man in Gotham, trust me, no boy, or girl or professor wants to fuck with me.” 

-Just to ease his fears, you hid a small pistol in your bra. Harley laughing slightly when you pulled the small weapon from your black lace bra. 

-You once told Joker you hated him while arguing. He was so offended he left the house for three weeks. When he came back you ran into his arms, tears running down your face as you apologized. He forgave you

-You always had quiet nights in on your birthday, even though Joker always wanted to throw you the largest parties. 

-Most times you would retire the normal action movie for a comedy movie, and the condo would quickly fill with the evil laughter of all three of you. 

-Joker would still carry you to bed if you were to fall asleep on the couch, or in their bed, even when you were a teenager. He also would tuck you in and when you woke up, you always found a red lipstick shape on your head. It was proof of the rare affection your father would show.

-Harley always let you dye your hair crazy colors, and she would do your makeup and nails whenever she had free time.

Originally posted by mysparklinginsanity

-When you were 17 you became the new villain of Gotham. Of course your parents had no idea, and you never planned on them finding out. 

-That was until your father ran into you while on a heist. His normal smile feel as he growled deeper then he ever had, “Car…now”

-When you got home your father called for Harley and told her everything. Harley just smiled and gave you a high five, for keeping up the family name. Joker was furious.

-So he accepted the fact that you were now a villain, and soon started inviting you on his heist,

-Even though both of your parents were certifiably insane, and the most wanted couple in Gotham, you would have wanted no one else in the city to be your parents. 

I think this is important

Get to know someone before starting a relationship with them. Make them your best friend and let them become comfortable around you. I see so many relationships that are rushed and end early because each person failed to really know the person. When we meet someone, most of us aren’t ourselves at the start. We are nervous, taking small bites of food and making sure not to laugh too loud or obnoxiously. We don’t truly know how someone is like or what their actual personality is until some time has passed. Take your time with your relationships. Let yourself and the person become relaxed enough to show your true colors.


Ok, after 3 days of work, (with breaks and school in mind of course) I’ve FINALLY finished this. This is to show my appreciation for all of these users, for being the best!

Here are the lovelies’ objectsonas/object ocs from top left to the bottom:

Mae from Night in the Woods (represents Nik but I don’t know their tumblr)

Pitcher- @mochazuki

Flowerpot- @undeaddog

Diospyro kaki (Persimmon)- @kimboster

Sketchbook- Me

Hourglass- @ii-hath-consumed

Egg- @gethacoolshoeshine

Lava lamp- @icemintfreeze

Book/King- @transrollcake

Glue- @papiomikes–warehouse (oc)

MP3 player- @zealzealous

Diffy the defuser- @wubwubwoobs

Camera Obscuro- @redmist108

Book(?)- @thanksdunkel

Hat/Top hat (is supposed to represent @toonirl, but I didn’t know what their objectsona was)

Moon (is supposed to represent @plantaplants, couldn’t find their oc)

Jaw- @squidplzplz

Finder- @papiomikes–warehouse (objectsona)

Mushroom- @gameover101 (I couldn’t find an oc or objectsona from them so I just took their hat and turned it into an object)

Ink well- @toonirl (past objectsona)

Tea bag- @mmahinadraws

Tarot deck- @plantaplants

Edit: Gave credit to transrollcake

Edit 2: Gave credit to kimboster


Hooked | Guard

Series: Worth Fighting For

Note: Part two is here! So this has been long overdue since it was supposed to be Worldwide Day for write-a-thon, but oh well. Writing this really made me wanna go to DC…so I did lmao. Anyway, enjoy. :)

Word Count: 4559

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

AU: Boxing

Warnings: cursing, mentions of death

Summary: Thomas Jefferson, a world-famous boxer who is pegged as a self-centered asshole that has everything — good looks, fame, fortune, talent — trains for his big fight against Alexander Hamilton. When he moves to Washington D.C. to be closer to his family, he meets someone who will look past his outer shell and get to know the real him.

“You’re going out with him again?” Alex asked. “This is like the seventh time in the last three weeks.”

You were currently facetiming your best friend before he had to leave to do an interview for some sports magazine. You both had tried to stay in contact with each other over the past few weeks even though he was really busy. Just because he was five states away didn’t mean that you couldn’t talk every once in awhile.

“You’ve been counting?” You snickered.

“That’s besides the point, Y/N.” He deadpanned. “He’s no good for you.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “You don’t know him, Alexander. He’s not as bad as you think.”

“I know enough about him, okay? Have you even done any research on him?” Alexander asked. “The guy rode to fame on his father’s back, he thinks he’s on the top of the world, and he’s a wannabe playboy…need I say more?”

You scoffed. “‘Wannabe playboy’?”

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Black [M]

A/N: i’m going to be honest and say that this is my least favorite chapter so far :| maybe because it’s sad idk

characters: dean x oc, zico x oc, crush, rome

genre: angst(ish?), university au

rated: m, alcoholism, violence, (mentions of) abuse (physical and physiological), sexual content (not in this ch)


chapter 4:

“chaeyeon!” dean yelled out for me. his voice sounded distant and my head was throbbing. i felt my face resting against the cold pavement. I didn’t know what was happening but my wrist felt like it had been snapped in two. i heard a mixture of yelling and gasps as i laid on the ground. i was barely able to make out the words being hollered.


“what are you going to do? hit me?”

dean was frustrated and angry, i heard it in the way he uttered his words. the sound of sirens followed quickly after, becoming closer with every second that passed by. i felt a set of hands lift my head off the pavement, it felt wet.

“fuck. uhm okay, you’re okay chae just stay awake ok it’s nothing too bad”

“i literally just pushed her, i didn’t do that. that blood isn’t because of me. how was i supposed to know she would fall off the curb”

“shut the fuck up i don’t need your input” before heoyang could reply the ambulance arrived.

“what happened, how old is she and are you related to her?”

dean was bombarded with questions and i had the urge to get up but the minute i tried, a pair of gloved hands pushed me back down.

“stay still please, we’ll get you out of here soon”

“uhm,” dean hesitated before responding. “she…fell off the curb and hit her head against the parking stop. i think she hit the nail on it but she twisted her wrist trying to catch her fall”

i fell?! last time i checked being shoved isn’t really falling.

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anonymous asked:

I found u ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) Are you going to draw more matsuhana?

AYYY FRIENDO ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_
I’m glad you found me when you did!
I sure as hell don’t know who you are, so PLEASE TELL ME???

Oh! And rest assured that I will draw more matsuhana.



…and I hope you like them! (〃 ̄ω ̄〃)ゞ

(whispers: sorry I took so long)

I really don’t plan on stopping to draw matsuhana, I love them!! (ꈍ。 ꈍ✿)


Bucky Barnes x plus sized! Reader

(c/c)- complimentary color 

You knew Bucky wasn’t one to pass judgement solely on appearances but anytime you were around him you were nervous. Mostly because of your massive crush on him and your belief that he wouldn’t like you, not like you wanted him to at least. You didn’t have a body like Natasha or Wanda or anyone that society showed Bucky would like. Let alone your skin color, it’s true Bucky and Steve grew up in the 40′s which wasn’t the best time for people that looked like you. You didn’t think they themselves were ever offenders back then but the 40′s are very different from now and though they were both good friends with Sam and respected Nick you still couldn’t help but think they’d like someone more ‘traditionally attractive’. That was until one night at one of Tony’s galas.

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How can I explain that I trust no one?

I did before you; before you and I.

I ignored the challenge you planned, you won. 

I pretended you’d never let me die. 

But, then you let your true colors show; dark. 

I saw you c h a n g e us, ruin us, break us. 

You went from friend to predator, to shark. 

Me, us, we were Caesar. You were Brutus. 

Though, we all acknowledged the Ides of March. 

I took their hands, brought them up, s a l v a g e d them. 

Your destruction saw no victory march.  

You broke this rose, but still we have the stem. 

And though this flower can bloom once again, 

it can never have the beauty it had then.



You with the sad eyes
Don’t be discouraged, oh I realize
It’s hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
The darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small
Show me a smile then
Don’t be unhappy
Can’t remember when
I last saw you laughing
This world makes you crazy
And you’ve taken all you can bear
Just, call me up
‘Cause I will always be there

True Colors Lyrics
New! Tap highlighted lyrics to add Meanings, Special Memories, and Misheard Lyrics…

Play the Justin Timberlake Quiz
You with the sad eyes
Don’t be discouraged, oh I realize
It’s hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
The darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small

Show me a smile then
Don’t be unhappy
Can’t remember when
I last saw you laughing
This world makes you crazy
And you’ve taken all you can bear
Just, call me up
‘Cause I will always be there

And I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that’s why I love you

So don’t be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful
I see your true colors
Shining through (true colors)
I see your true colors
And that’s why I love you
So don’t be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful
Like a rainbow
Ooh ooh ooh like a rainbow

Ooh can’t remember when
I last saw you laughing
Ooh oh oh
This world makes you crazy
Taking all you can bear
Just, call me up
'Cause I’ll be always be there

And I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that’s why I love you
So don’t be afraid (don’t be afraid)
To let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful
Like a rainbow
Ooh ooh oh like a rainbow

True Colors

It’s hard to take courage in a world full of people

You can lose sight of it all and the darkness inside you makes you feel so small

Seringkali kita merasa begini, bukan? Merasa kecil di tengah kesibukan dunia yang menggila. Kita terhanyut dalam rutinitas lalu tergerus kerasnya kehidupan sehingga kita lupa tentang identitas diri kita sendiri, tentang nilai-nilai kebaikan yang kita pegang, dan mimpi-mimpi yang sempat dilangitkan. Akhirnya, kita merasa kecil dan tidak berdaya. Akhirnya, kita hanya mengikuti arus yang ada. Bertindak seperti semua orang bertindak. Setiap hari pulang dan pergi ke tempat kerja hanya untuk membuktikan, kita ada. Tapi tidak berdaya.

I see your true colors, and that’s why I love you

So don’t be afraid to let them show

Your true colors

Padahal masing-masing diri kita punya identitas yang berbeda, nilai-nilai yang kita perjuangkan, dan mimpi-mimpi yang ingin dicapai. Di tengah pusaran dunia yang menggila, semoga kita tidak pernah lupa identitas diri kita. Semoga kita tidak pernah lupa tentang mimpi-mimpi besar dan tujuan hidup kita. Tujuan besar yang menuntun langkah-langkah kecil kita dalam menghadapi dunia. Jadi, jangan takut. Bahkan jika kamu berbeda dari semua orang lain. Memang ada saatnya ketika kamu harus berbaur dengan orang lain. Ketika kamu harus memakai topeng untuk menjadi orang lain. Tidak apa-apa. Tapi jangan pernah lupa identitas dan tujuanmu sendiri.

If this world makes you crazy

And you’ve taken all you can bear

Just call me up, because you know I’ll be there

Dan ketika kamu lelah dan tidak berdaya, ingatlah selalu ada yang akan mendengarkan keluh kesah dan ratapan penuh harapmu: Dia yang selalu kau sapa lima kali dalam sehari, yang hadirnya bahkan lebih dekat dari urat nadimu sendiri. Juga mereka yang setia menunggumu di rumah; keluargamu.


20 Juni 2017


A/N: The first not-Loki request! Dear flower,since you requested just an imagine with Eric trying to secretly let you know about his feelings, I came up with this idea, so I really hope, you’ll like it :)
Y/N: your name
Y/N-n: your nickname
Song: True Colors - Cyndi Lauper
Takes time during the first book/first movie.
No warnings.
GIF is not mine!

Request for anon flower.

You sat on the rooftop, alone, only with a rather cold wind playing with your hair. You looked down at your hands and touched not so old looking scar right below your middle finger. It immediately brought back a memory and you couldn’t help yourself but smiled.
Throwing knives showed up to be your thing and you were more than surprised. It could be better, yeah, but you were good and that was enough for you. Apparently good wasn’t enough for Eric. You were so much focused on your target, you didn’t even noticed him appearing behind you. You just suddenly smelled a well known scent of his but you didn’t turn around.
“Move just your hand and let your body be still. It will be perfec,” you heard his voice so close to your ear you jumped and he smirked. You threw another knife but you were nervous enough to make it worse than before.
“No. Let me help you.”
You knew it was going to kill you a second he let those words out of his mouth. Then, just like you expected, you felt him step closer. You felt his chest pressed to your back, his left hand on your hip and fingers of his right hand on your wrist when he guided your hand to throw another knife.
“Be still,” he whispered into your ear and that was enough for you to stop breathing, “now do it.”
You threw the knife and much to your own amazement, you didn’t miss the target. You hit the center. You breathed out and all you could think about was that one very special feeling in your chest - pride. Then Eric laughed quietly and you blinked.
“What?” you asked, suddenly believing he was about to mock.
“Your heartbeat is so loud I believe everyone in this room is able to hear it,” he replied, still sounding amused and you blushed. You knew very well what was the reason but you hoped he didn’t.
“You know, Y/N-n, sometimes I am wondering if you’re afraid of me or just turned on,” Eric whispered into your ear again and you bit your lip hardly, preventing yourself to say something you’d regret. Then he suddenly stepped back and walked way.  
To be honest, you were both. Which was the reason why your hands shook so much, you accidentally cut yourself when you tried to throw another knife.

“You know it’s too late for you to be here, right?” Eric’s voice behind you made your memory dissappear from your mind and you looked over your shoulder, standing up.
“Right, I am sorry, I will just..”
“May I join you?” he asked not letting you finish your apology and you raised your eyebrows a little. This doesn’t really sound like Eric.
“Of course,” you smiled finally and sat back. When he took a seat beside you, you breathed in his scent like usually. He smelled like fresh cut wood, leather and Eric.

You with the sad eyes, don’t be discouraged
Oh I realize, it’s hard to take courage
In a world full of people, you can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you, can make you feel so small

“You’re lucky it’s me, Y/N-n, it wouldn’t-”
“Just stop it already,” you chuckled before he could finish, “that nickname thing, that’s a very poor version of my name. I am Y/N you know?”
“You’re not in a position to tell me what I can and can’t do,” he replied, for a moment sounding like the Eric you knew before. Before you fell for him and before you spent nights wondering if it’s all just a game or he may feel something too; wondering how would he show it.  
“Why are you doing it anyway? It’s not like you do it with others,” you confronted him and dared to take a look into his eyes but he was looking down.
“Well, because.. Y/N-n means ‘angel’ in some language,” Eric replied and you raised your eyebrows again, not able to stop yourself from laughing, since you knew he just made that up.
“Oh yeah? Which one?”
“My own.”

But I see your true colors, shining through
I see your true colors and that’s why I love you

He finally looked back at you and you said nothing when he reached and brushed away the hair from your face. And you realized that this was it. This was how he showed his feelings. No confessions, no words, just random touches when you came along and your nickname meaning angel in his very own language.
That was enough for you to grab his jacket and kiss him like you were going to die a second later. It was something you would never dare to do before, but now.. now when you felt his lips reacting to your kiss almost immediately, it all felt like the only right thing to do on this world.

So don’t be afraid to let them show, your true colors, true colors
are beautiful, like a rainbow.