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comingupforblair  asked:

Hey Lina what did you think of the JL trailer?

This is probably a frikking understatement and stating the terribly obvious, but I love it. <3 Two hundred percent.

I love how anchored in Clark the whole thing is, everybody misses him and the grief is still fresh as ever, the world changed when he flew across the sky and it changed again when he didn’t. But by god they’re going to do right by him and his memory and continue to do good and keep moving on the best they could. If you seek his monument, look around you. 

Bruce’s line of “You don’t have to recognize this world, you just have to save it” recalls so much of Diana’s “It’s not about what you deserve, it’s about what you believe”.

“Don’t engage alone. We’ll do this together.” Diana looking out for everybody I’m cry. After a century of horrors and walking out on mankind, she’s here again.

Victor, oh Victor. He’s still so quiet and stoic in this, and just imagining what he’s gone through and what Diana would have said to him to ask him and join in this fight, kinda breaks my heart a little. Alfred doesn’t even know him yet, and already he speaks to him like he’s already family. His quiet but strong assurance to Alfred “I’ll take it from here” I love that moment, I love how that alone evokes a sense of the cavalry is coming. I know next to nothing about this character, but he feels so dear to me already. Zack mentioned previously his story is the “heart of the Justice League” and I just can’t wait to meet his character properly in this movie.

All the beautiful, beautiful gorgeous glorious shots. Like I know this is Znyder film, but it never stops being amazing. Just those shots of Diana’s sword flying through the air and crackling energy are enough to make me combust, lol.

What else I can say about Bruce? I don’t think I’ll ever have the words to describe, on exactly how I feel about him throwing his entire heart and soul to redeem himself, to honor this man he barely knew but is already so personally bonded to. 

All the narrations of “No protectors here” and “Superman is a beacon” over the shots of each of the Leaguer getting ready to kick ass, or in the middle of kicking ass.

Barry being an actual cinnamon roll who’s really just happy he’s found his kind of people.


I just wanted to belong

A/N: Happy Angst Appreciation Day round three, it’s a day late, but life happens. Reader is Dean’s 17 year old daughter who has a twin brother named Robby.

Dean x Daughter!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

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You stood at the counter of the diner trying to decide if you should go back to the booth where your father, uncle, and twin brother sat, or if you’d have a better time alone at the counter. You’d gone up to ask for more napkins to clean up a spill that Robby, your twin had made. However glancing back you saw that they had waved down the waitress who your dad and brother were both flirting with.

With the roll of your eyes you took a seat at the counter; knowing you’d actually enjoy your meal if you weren’t near your father or brother.

You loved them both dearly and at one point your entire family was so close knit that your absence would have been noticed right away. However as you grew older the bond you shared with your twin and father began to disappear and once you started going on hunts with your dad and uncle, it all but vanished.

At first you told yourself that you were overreacting; that your father was just constantly worried about you, but as time went on you saw how close Robby and your dad still were, yet you remained on the outside.

It was something that your dad and brother both seemed oblivious to. Whenever you’d try to involve yourself in what they were doing they would send you away with some excuse as to why you couldn’t participate with them and soon you just stopped asking.

This never seemed to effect them, but it sure effected you.

Your father and Robby might not have seen what they were doing, but your Uncle Sam sure did. At first he tried to stick up for you, pointing out to Dean all the times it seemed that Robby and him would purposefully leave you out. Dean would deny it and after countless arguments with no change Sam stopped trying. Instead he became the figure in your life you so desperately wanted.

Still, there were times that Sam got sucked into whatever fun Robby and your dad were having; leaving you to be the outsider in your family again.

It was a role you learned to accept and gave up hope that it’d change.

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Angsty Bojack Horseman Sentence Starters
  • “The most important thing is, you got to give the people what they want, even if it kills you.”
  • “You know, sometimes I feel like I was born with a leak, and any goodness I started with just slowly spilled out of me.”

  • “Life is a series of closing doors, isn’t it?”

  • “Am I a good person?”

  • “That’s the problem with life, either you know what you want and you don’t get what you want, or you get what you want and then you don’t know what you want.“ 

  • “There’s nothing for you behind you. All that exists is what’s ahead." 

  • "Family is a sinkhole, and you were right to get out when you had the chance." 

  • “I don’t understand how people… live. It’s amazing to me that people wake up every morning and say: ‘Yeah, another day, let’s do it.’ How do people do it? I don’t know how.” 

  • “You didn’t know me and then you fell in love with me. And now you know me.” 

  • “Closure is a made up thing by Steven Spielberg to sell movie tickets”.

  • “We’re just two lonely people trying to hate ourselves a little less.” 

  • “I don’t think I believe in ‘deep down’. I think that all you are is just the things that you do.”

  • “You were born broken, that’s your birthright.”

  • “You know what your problem is? You want to think of yourself as the good guy.”

  • “you’re a selfish goddamn coward who just takes whatever he wants and doesn’t give a shit about who he hurts. That’s you.”

  • “You know, it’s funny… when you look at someone through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags.”

  • “I’m sorry, alright? I screwed up, I- I know I screwed up.”

  • “You can’t keep doing shitty things and then feel bad about yourself like that makes it okay! You need to be better!”

  • “You are all the things that are wrong with you.”

  • “Fuck, man. What else is there to say?”

  • “We’re not doomed. In the great, grand scheme of things, we’re just tiny specks that will one day be forgotten.”

  • “The only thing that matters is right now, this moment, this one spectacular moment we are sharing together.”

  • “I don’t understand how people… live. It’s amazing to me that people wake up every morning and say: ‘Yeah, another day, let’s do it.’ How do people do it? I don’t know how.”

  • “He’s so stupid he doesn’t realize how miserable he should be. I envy that.”

  • “It’s not about being happy, that is the thing. I’m just trying to get through each day.”

  • “I can’t keep asking myself ‘Am I happy?’ It just makes me more miserable.”

  • “It takes a long time to realize how truly miserable you are and even longer to see it doesn’t have to be that way.”

  • “When you do bad things, you have something you can point to when people eventually leave you. It’s not you, you tell yourself. It’s that bad thing you did.”

  • “It’s so cruel to let people love you. All you’re doing is promising you’ll one day break their hearts.”

  • “One day, you’re gonna look around and you’re going to realize that everybody loves you, but nobody likes you. And that is the loneliest feeling in the world.”

  • “There are some people you can’t save. Cause those people will thrash and struggle, and try to take you down with them.”
  • “ Hey, I wanted to talk to you about… you know. I feel bad about what happened.”
  • “I don’t forgive you.”
  • “No. I’m not gonna give you closure. You don’t get that. You have to live with the shitty thing you did for the rest of your life. You have to know that it’s never, ever going to be okay!”
  • “You have to believe me. I did everything I could.”
  • “I had a good life, but what I needed then was a friend! And you abandoned me. And I will never forgive you for that.”
  • “Now get the fuck out of my house!”
  • “ Look, I’m sorry about all the stuff I said about you earlier.”
  • “Do you… do you think it’s too late for me? I mean, am, am, am I just doomed to be the person that I am? “
  • “I, I, I need you to tell me that I’m a good person.”
  • “I just wanted to tell you that I know. I know you want to be happy, but you won’t be… and I’m sorry.”
  • “ What more do you want? What else could the universe possibly owe you? “
  • “I want to feel good about myself. The way you do. And I don’t know how. I don’t know if I can.”
  • “If you ever try to contact me or my family again, I will fucking kill you.”
  • “ You can’t just disappear. You really hurt a lot of people.”
  • “In this terrifying world, all we have are the connections that we make.”
  • “It’s so sad that when you see someone as they really are, it ruins them.”
  • “You like being there to rescue me. Because it makes you feel good about yourself.”
  • “ You know that I don’t do the whole love thing. Either you end up hurting someone or they hurt you. So what’s the point?”
  • “ Uh…. Oh, god, I’m drowning. I feel like I’m drowning.”
  • “Hey, we have all done shitty stuff before. Most of us aren’t as proud of it as you seem to be.”
  • “It doesn’t get better and it doesn’t get easier.”
  • “I can’t keep lying to myself thinking I’m gonna change, I’m poison.”
  • “I come from poison and I have poison inside me and I destroy everything I touch. That’s my legacy.”
  • “I have nothing to show for the life I have lived. And I have nobody in my life who’s better off for having known me.”
  • “You’re gonna wanna kill yourself, and there’s going to be no one left to stop you.” 

anonymous asked:

So I just remembered something: Malibu gets earthquakes. Tony lived there for years, so what if designing quake-proof shit is just a habit, and one day in New York everything starts shaking cause of some villain and everybody else is just freaking out but Tony's just chill. Cause he's used to them. Everyone else is spilling their coffee and he's just calmly sitting while shit falls off the shelves and everybody else tries to catch the stuff. (Tree)

“Why are you not reacting more to this??” Sam yells,as he falls on his ass and spills his breakfast all over himself.

Tony, who’s still half-asleep at this point, pants slung low on his hips and hair falling into his eyes as he grips his mug of coffee and watches the rest of his team go into Panic Mode over the little earthquake, just shrugs. “I earthquake-proofed myself years ago. It’s a thing. I did Malibu for years.”

Steve looks incredulously over at him. He’s the only one who’s still on his feet- even Natasha and Clint have gone down. “What does that even mean?”

Tony sighs, and then shrugs, taking one last sip of his coffee before placing it in the sink and beginning to shuffle away. “Guess I’ll have to do the suit thing. Great. I just wanted coffee. It’s less than 10am. What the fuck. I hate villains.”

And with that, he just turns and walks away. Like the whole tower isn’t shaking apart around him. Clint calls out to him in panic as a bowl slides off the top shelf and flies off in direct collision with his head, but Tony literally just grabs it in midair. Like it’s nothing. Just grabs it and puts it back.

“Morning Tony scares the fucking shit out of me, I’m not gonna lie,” Bucky breathed in awe, as they watched him trundle down the stairs, yawning as he dodged a falling tile.

“Morning Tony is like watching someone getting possessed for three hours by a generally vague and unpredictable demon,” Natasha agreed.

“Morning Tony is a pain in my ass,” Sam grumbled, looking desolately at his spilt cereal. 

HUMO: You’re a feminist, you have already said that several times. Many young women do not like being associated with feminism, because in their eyes it is a movement that forbids them to wear heels.

Evelyne Brochu: Feminists are the reason that I can vote, and my main concern is not whether I should wear heels or not, but that I might soon lose that acquired right as a woman. That Donald Trump is completely disturbed. The first thing he did as president, was to abolish subsidies for abortion clinics. And isn’t it scary what humiliating statements the most powerful man in the world can make about women? Everybody says: “They are just words.” But words set the motion more often than you think. A man thinks much faster now, “If the most powerful man can say that, it is okay if I say it too.” While women previously where not given the same room as men to be angry, or different, or crazy, a man is admired for those things, “Look how strong he is and what strong opinions he has.” A woman would be called hysterical.

Women are constantly belittled. We are told how we should behave if we want to be loved. That’s my biggest concern. I could care less about those heels.

This is a translation of Ebro’s interview with a Belgium magazine. For the full translated interview keep reading.

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anonymous asked:

Please forgive my ignorance, but why is everybody convinced that Phil tops? Is that just because of that Virgin tweet Dan liked once? Did they do something to imply anything like that? Did we just decide it? How long has this been a thing? I'm confused :(

Hahaha, don’t worry, I think most people don’t really understand why this is accepted canonically, you aren’t ignorant at all. To answer your question though, no, it has nothing to do with the Virgin tweet Dan liked once, and he never did anything to imply something like this - or at least, not really. 

Essentially, the way most people in fandoms look at who “tops” and who “bottoms” has to do with the person’s personality. We have a tendency to view the bottom as the more vulnerable and needy of the two people in a pairing, so whoever we view as needing more looking after, comfort, etc… tends to be canonically “bottom,” while the person we view as stronger, tends to be the top. 

This doesn’t stop at just vulnerability, however. Often, the character who appears stronger, either physically or by refusing to appear weak emotionally, will be the person who the entire fandom views as the “top.” 

With regards to Dan and Phil, because Dan tends to be the more forthright about his own personal feelings, struggles, and general distaste of himself in some ways, the fandom views him as the “weaker” one who needs more comfort and tends to have more problems. Meanwhile, Phil tends to hold his personal struggles very close, and rarely talks about them with his audience unless he is making light of them in a very different way to Dan - while Dan mocks himself and is self deprecating, Phil tends to shrug his insecurities off like they aren’t actually as big of a deal as they actually are, i.e. his anxiety. 

Adding on to this, I think the general fact that Dan used to talk about how much Phil saved him, and how much Phil helped him, has cemented in people’s mind that Phil is generally the care giver between the two of them, and therefore the natural “top.”

The thing that really tends to bother me is the way people view top and bottom as synonymous for dominant and submissive on way too many levels. Not only do people tend to see the top as the dominant role, but sometimes that gets pushed towards bdsm versions of dominant and portraying that as normal, or the only way to enter into sex, while other times, being a top seems to be viewed as something highly masculine, when really… it doesn’t matter who gives or takes. 

Neither position holds more power than the other, and most couples are versatile :/ I guess what my main point is, is that it doesn’t matter if you have a preference for who tops or who bottoms; what becomes kind of a problem is when you force these strange ideologies onto people or characters based on their sexual position preference. 

Childhood Crush // Carl Gallagher x Reader

*not my gif 
Summary: You and Carl have been best friends ever since you guys just little kids. The two of you became best of friends that you couldn’t live a day without Carl. And when you and Carl finally grew up as a teenager, you then found out Carl is falling for you.
A/N: Sorry!! I know was suppose to post this story a few days ago! but here it is now! Thank you so much for being so patient and reading all my stories. Your feedbacks make me so happy! Hugs and kisses xo P.S this one is a request! :) 

It’s summer vacation and Y/N is at Gallagher’s household to have a mini pool party. Y/N is at their house every single day. However, the family didn’t really care because they treat Y/N as a family since Carl and Y/N are best friends. The two have known each other since they were just 8. “Who wants burgers?” Kevin shouted as he flips some patties on the grill, “We do!” Everyone said, smiling as they have so much fun. “Here you go, burgers for everyone.” Kevin smiled, giving them their food. “Thanks, Kev.” Y/N smiled, giving it a big bite. Y/N gave out a sigh on how amazing the burger tasted, “This is a-okay, dude!” Y/N said with her mouth full.

 "Of course, I made it. And this last burger is for Carl. But where is he?“ Kevin asked, "Oh, his inside the bathroom.” Lip said, standing up from his seat, “I’ll go get him, just wait for a sec.” He then walks inside his house from the back door and knocked on the bathroom. “Hey, your burger is waiting for you, pal,” Lip said, putting his hands on his hips. “I can’t fucking do it,” Carl said, behind the door. “What do you mean you can’t?” Lip asked. “I can’t tell Y/N that I like her.” Carl sighed as he opened up the door. 

Lip saw how disappointed Carl is to himself, he knew how Carl felt because when Lip was in love with Karen, he was so scared to admit to her or to anyone. He was at the same position as Carl when he was just 16. “Man up, dude. Or just don’t tell her yet, keep it to yourself for awhile if you think today is not the right time.” Lip said, playfully pushing his little brother’s shoulder. Carl then had a smile appeared on his face, pushing Lip back and started to playfully punch each other as they leave the house, laughing. “There he is!” Fiona chuffed. “Your burger is cold now,” Kevin said. 

“It’s alright, I could eat this little shit face’s burger.” Carl joked as he took Y/N’s burger and ate it all. “Says the dickwad himself.” Y/N said punching his arm as Carl laughed at her. Veronica awed and admired Y/N and Carl’s relationship as best friends. Carl and Y/N looked at Veronica looking all dreamy, “What?” Carl asked. “You guys grew up so quickly.” She said. 

“We did but we still feel like we’re just some two little kids doing dumb things.” Y/N explained as she looked at Carl. Carl became so speechless when his crush looked at him like that. He started to think how beautiful and amazing Y/N is. “Have you guys ever thought about of dating?” Fiona joked, making Carl so serious and looked at Fiona. 
“Yeah, like have a little picnic at the park! Oh, and star gazing!” Debbie squealed, making everybody laugh.

“No way. I would never date Y/N, this fuckface can never have all of this!” Carl said as he touched his whole body. Y/N rolled her eyes at him and laughed, “It’s true! I would never have that body because I don’t go for guys like Carl.” Y/N laughed, Carl lost his smile on his face and he felt his heart crushed into tiny little pieces. “I’m kidding, whenever I’m with Carl, I always feel like I’m on a date with him.” Y/N smiled. 

“So right now?” Carl asked. Y/N nod her head at him and laughed. “That’s so gay!” Carl laughed harder making Y/N very annoyed.“I was just being nice, Carl Gallagher.” Y/N said, rolling her eyes again. 

“So how about that one time, you can’t stop talking about Y/N during dinner?” Kevin asked. Carl quickly looked at Kevin and widen his eyes, signing him to stop it. “Yeah, and the day when I was working out, you came up to me for some advice on love and you even said you ‘kinda’ have a girlfriend. Was that Y/N?” Ian asked him. 

Carl then started to feel so embarrassed and he became very red. “And you came inside my room saying you miss Y/N so much,” Fiona said, mocking Carl. “Isn’t it right, Carl?” Fiona laughed.

Carl became angry, making everyone quiet. “Fuck you guys,” he said, walking out in front of them and walking straight to the house. “Carl…” Fiona said, frowning. Carl slammed the door, walking back up in his room.

“We should’ve done that, I’m sorry Y/N for doing something childish.” Kevin apologized, as she just nods her head at him. “I better talk to Carl.” Y/N said standing up and walked to Gallagher’s house.

As Y/N entered the room, she started to call out Carl, walking up the stairs. “Carl?” She said, opening the door to his room. She saw Carl in bed, with headphones and his eyes closed. “Carl.” Y/N called out once again. Carl ignored her. 

She then walked towards Carl, taking off his headphones. His eyes opened just to see Y/N in front of him. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you suppose to be with them?” Carl asked her, standing up from his bed. “Yeah, but I wanted to be with you.” Y/N said, brushing her arm with her hand. “But it’s boring here, you should go back outside,” Carl said, as he walks towards his drawer to get some comfortable clothes for him to wear in bed. “Hey, Carl.” Y/N quietly said. 


“I like you too.” Y/N said as she looked down to her fingers. Carl’s eyes widen and turned around to look at her. “What did you just said?” Carl asked again. “I said I like you…” She said quietly again. Carl started to smile and he once again pretended not to hear it. “I really can’t hear you, shitface.” Carl smiled. 

Y/N looked up at him and had a grin on her face. “I said I fucking like you too.” Y/N said, smiling. Carl grabbed Y/N’s face and kissed her and Y/N put her hands on Carl’s head. “You don’t even know how long I wanted to this to you, Y/N” Carl said, looking down at her lips. “This is probably the first time you called me by my name.” Y/N laughed. 

“Well, I think I should do that more often now that you’re officaly mine now,” Carl said, grabbing her waist. 

“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.

Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.

“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.” 

He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him. 

“What’s this?”

“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”

“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch.  Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer. 

“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”

Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines. 

“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”

“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see. 

“You know he didn’t.”

Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”


“How would that go?”


“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.

“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.

“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”

“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”

“Good one.”

“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”

“High school? Maybe never.”

“That can’t be right.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”

“I’ll wait.”

Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”

Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”

“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”

Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”

Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”

“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”

“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.



“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”

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'Romeo and Juliet of the math and english dept. in school’ AU
  • Lydia is the Math teacher, obviously and Stiles is the english teacher
  • the students adore Stiles and teases him a lot because it’s super obvious he has a major crush on their math teacher
  • everytime she passes in front of his class, he stops talking for a solid minute and looks at her with the softest smile EVER
  • he then looks around and see the smiles faces on his student’s face and just roll his eyes all red and continues his class
  • they’re a bit scared of Lydia
  • She’s a very strict teacher and hates when they mess around during her class
  • but she’s loved as well because she does her best to make sure everyone understand what she’s saying
  • she also has a major crush on Stiles
  • but of course no one notices
  • both of them are aware that the whole school ships them together but neither even mentioned to anyone or each other
  • the other teachers are also in this
  • they usually pair both of them to do teacher things together and that scares Lydia bc what if people know
  • Stiles is more mad about it bc he does a horrible job keeping his shit together
  • they actually work together pretty well
  • but anyways
  • with valentine’s day coming, some students ask Stiles about romeo and juliet
  • so he gives them a class about it bc he likes the play a lot
  • also is valentine’s day and everyone is a sucker for romeo and juliet
  • little does he know that’s a part of their students plan to get mr stilinski and miss martin together
  • like the whole school is into this
  • everyone but the principal
  • because is not allowed for two teachers to date
  • but getting to the point
  • Stiles is teaching it and someone suggest that for them to understand it better, he should do a dramatic reading
  • and Stiles is so up for this shit because dramatic reading is so his thing
  • (i mean one time he performed a very long scene of star wars to his father just for the hell of it)
  • (he was like 15)
  • (Stiles’ dad wonders where did he go wrong)
  • so they get Stiles to be romeo and do the balcony scene from a part of the school
  • and tell him that one of the girls is going to be up there so he doesn’t look stupid doing it to no one
  • but actually they put him under one of Lydia’s classes window without him knowing
  • (everybody tells him that the class is empty bc Ms. Martin is in the lab today)
  • so he starts to read (super loud) under her window and waiting for one of his students to show up
  • but actually Lydia appears in the widow and raises her eyebrows to him
  • and it’s sunny so he doesn’t figure it out it’s Lydia and not one of his students so he keeps going
  • and the student are like LOVING IT and some are filming it and the ones in Lydia’s class are just ‘wtf is happening’
  • Lydia is just amused
  • and his line is over and the student is suppose to read the next line
  • but instead of hearing the students voice, he hears Lydia’s
  • she says the next line
  • Stiles just freeze right there
  • he puts a hand in front of his face and see it’s her and he’s blushing so hard
  • and there’s a silence
  • and Stiles looks around and see those little shits just smirking at him
  • but he’s already embarrassed in front of everyone including Lydia, so what the hell, right?
  • Stiles continues to recite romeo’s line and Lydia now is his juliet
  • everyone stops to watch, even the other teachers
  • because they’re so fucking adorable
  • when it ends everybody is applauding and Stiles is SO EMBARRASSED
  • he nods and takes his students back to his class and just stares at them for like 10 minutes
  • Stiles avoids Lydia for the rest of the day just wanting to go home and spend the weekend hoping she’ll forget everything by monday
  • But as soon as he’s in the parking lot, she bumps into him
  • (totally by accident, i swear)
  • and they do the small talk
  • “your performance was very interesting”
  • “i swear i thought your class was empty, those little shits played a prank on me”
  • “that’s fine. i really enjoyed it”
  • and then Stiles starts apologizing for everything and that he would never ever trust the word of his students and she’s more than welcome to take one of his classes to continue the one he interrupted
  • but he stops talking as soon as Lydia asks him out for Valentine’s day
  • and he just stares
  • and she’s like “we’ll, I can’t kill myself for you without even having a dinner first, so…”
  • this is the worst joke ever but she’s nervous and Stiles is just staring at her
  • Stiles wants to say yes so bad and he’s just trying to contain his excitement but instead of agreeing, he says it’s forbidden
  • Lydia just smiles and winks at him
  • “Of course it is. That’s what makes Romeo and Juliet a great love story”

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how about heaven telling Cas he will have to stay with Kelly and raise the child together and when Dean finds out, well you can guess he will no take the news really great??

“Since when did you start taking orders again?” Dean asked. He was sitting, planted at a table, half turned in his chair, elbow propped up on the back of it.

Cas shook his head. There was a lump in his throat, but he couldn’t seem to swallow it. “It’s not an order, Dean, it’s a request. If I do it, the slate’ll be wiped clean. I’ll be right with heaven again. I won’t have to run. It’s a good thing.”

“Yeah, sounds real good.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means, you get the little hellspawn on your hip, and then what? What do you even know about raising a baby?”

“I’ll learn,” he said without conviction.

“You’ll learn… how to raise the devil’s baby… all by yourself.”

“Not raise, protect. And I’ll only be by myself if Kelly doesn’t make it through the birth.”

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bringing the war home (a series for the women of the mcu)

depends on where you’re standing
(a sharon carter story)

Some aunts take you to mass, but Sharon’s took her to the shooting range. 

Sharon Carter grew up knowing the feel of bullets in her fingers, not rosaries. She learned Mandarin, German and Japanese, not Latin, because Latin was a dead language and Sharon, even at eight, knew her work would be for the living. 

all things to all people all of the time
(a natasha romanoff story)

The Winter Soldier did not leave witnesses, but he had left her by that cliff outside of Odessa. Was Natasha an exception? Or did she not count as a witness? Had he looked at her and seen the same black button eyes reflected back at him, the on/off switch, the tick of clockwork?

Years later, Natasha watched the Soldier slam into the freeway concrete. The bullet holes in her abdomen had healed, and she knew this thing did not consider itself a person.

They were animate objects, both of them, useless in the witness stand. He hadn’t pulled the car transmission out, after all, hadn’t stripped the cell phone in the victim’s pocket, or shot up the rocks at the side of that road outside Odessa. He hadn’t shot her. He had left her there, breathing, and the Winter Soldier didn’t leave witnesses.

On cold nights, Natasha dreamed of ballerinas: porcelain, exquisite, their ribs jutting out stark under their skin.

that’s my official statement
(a maria hill story) (podfic here!)

The helicarrier rumbled under her feet and Fury ran a fond hand along one metal wall, like Coulson did with that car of his, the way Sharon stood in the Triskelion and nearly glowed. 

Fury called it cancer once, after Loki’s attack was over, once Barton was back in the fold and New York saved. Maria kept in step behind him as Fury walked the helicarrier halls, reviewed the damage, as he mourned.

“No, sir,” she said. “Just war.”

on the verge of understanding something extraordinary
(a jane foster story)

“Jane, you’re an astrophysicist, not a storm chaser,” said Erik Selvig, and he was wrong. She was just an astrophysicist too.

my heart has no place in this
(a lady sif story)

Sif put on her armor in cold mornings and thought, “Once I wished for this.” What did she wish for now?

No matter. She was tired. She was mourning. But she could imagine no life but this. Any other life would make her pale and fade. This one made her burn, iron at the heart of a flame, the heart of a star, and she could imagine no other way worth living.

i am not dying for six college credits
(a darcy lewis story)

On a stormy desert night, a roaring giant of a man turned to Darcy Lewis and she tasered him in the chest.

She didn’t hesitate, wince, or apologize.

If you don’t want to get electrocuted by a civilian Midgardian, don’t charge at her on a dark and stormy night. Dangerous things come in small packages.

You’d think Loki’s brother would know that—but, ah, yes, back then Thor still had a lot to learn.

let the girl go
(a melinda may story)

The Cavalry once killed twenty men with a single pistol, they say.

Or maybe it was fifty.

The Cavalry once killed a hundred men, they say, on other days, around other campfires, these future agents of SHIELD, these gossipy children. On horseback, they tell the freshmen, and snicker. A hundred men.

The number trips off the tongue. The methods vary, the numbers, and they all trip off the tongue easily—what is twenty dead villains? A hundred? A good day’s work. We’re the heroes, after all.

Fifty, twenty, a hundred—they’re all just syllables. All just sizes of victories, not a careful count of gasping faces.

The Cavalry killed twenty—fifty—a hundred men, and Melinda May saw the light go out of each of them.

As a child, Melinda used to steal the plastic lid off the kitchen trash can, mount it on one arm, and charge out into the backyard to save the world with her plastic shield.

i made a name for myself
(another natasha romanoff story)
(incorporates age of ultron)

Clint taught his kids handstands and cartwheels from his circus days. They play-wrestled in the grass until Cooper decided he was done with this whole physical contact thing, or until they knocked Clint’s hearing aids out.

Natasha taught the kids to throw knives into fence posts, and pretended those skills were from a circus or lazy country summer days, too.

about damn time
(a story for hope van dyne)

Hope van Dyne was scared of heights from age seven onwards. The first time she had to get on a plane (age ten), she sat stony-faced, staring out the window, not looking at her father, the half-moons of her nails biting deep into her chubby palms. When she was thirteen years old, she asked her father for flying lessons.

That should have been her first hint, that when she asked for flying lessons for her birthday, he did not automatically realize this was about her mother. 

But perhaps– perhaps even if it had been true, the airplane crash, perhaps her father still would not have understood. He was not the kind of man who found the things he feared most, tracked them down, and then slew them with their own poison.

i can tell the difference
(a story for laura barton)

Laura hadn’t fallen for Clint first; she had been struck first, though. And, yes, she had heard all the possible jokes about Cupid and his arrows, thank you very much for your contribution.

But it was still true: she hadn’t fallen first. Laura had been struck, first, curious about this boy—distracted, rumpled, so very human—and his perfect, perfect aim. You don’t get perfect marksmanship by being born with it.

Laura sat forward the first time she saw him, this circus kid who gulped from a stained coffee cup before stumbling onstage and proceeding to take eighteen perfect shots, with three different bows, four of them without even looking.

Laura leaned forward. These things were not gifts.

everybody is afraid of something
(a story for wanda maximoff)

In an open-air cafe in Lagos, Nigeria, Wanda had close-bitten, black-painted nails. She put real sugar in her coffee. When she said we, these days, she did not always mean Pietro. But, sometimes, she did. 

softer world sentence meme.

❛ we buried truth under playgrounds. ❜
❛ it’s hard to get rid of people who don’t know you hate them. ❜
❛ you make me want to pretend to be a better man. ❜
❛ those who can, do. those who can’t apparently run this fucking place. ❜
❛ live and learn, or die and teach by example. ❜
❛ there should be a word for the things we do not because we want to, but because we want to be the kind of person that wants to. ❜
❛ you won’t live forever in their memories. the way you treated them will. ❜
❛ one day i’ll be me. ❜
❛ nobody dies before their time. that’s what ‘ their time ’ means. ❜
❛ some people aren’t books, they’re poems. ❜
❛ there’s a darkness on the edge of town. ❜
❛ it’s time to make yourself proud and everyone else a little nervous. ❜
❛ i’m tired of being my best. ❜
❛ if i could have just one wish, i would probably screw it up. ❜
❛ my resolution this year is to buy a dog and practice loving something back. ❜
❛ you’re too pretty to stab me in the face with that knife. ❜
❛ can we be friends? i would try to be a good friend. ❜
❛ nothing matters at all. might as well be nice to people. ❜
❛ what sounds better? revenge or popcorn? ❜
❛ it is easier to ask forgiveness than permission. ❜
❛ i hear smashing glass in my head, every time i laugh. ❜
❛ i would sell my soul for a soul worth keeping. ❜
❛ follow your horrible little heart! ❜
❛ who has time for perfection? ❜
❛ i don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another. ❜
❛ i fought my way into this world. i’ll fight my way out. ❜
❛ you are never so low you deserve to be lower. ❜
❛ when you look down at people, don’t you want to help them up? ❜
❛ well, i don’t like any of those things, but i like you. ❜
❛ i’m the best there is at what i do, and what i do is think about my mistakes. ❜
❛ the worst person you can think of gets scared sometimes too. ❜
❛ everybody dies. every single person. so, style counts. ❜
❛ if poetry could describe the way you make me feel poetry would be illegal. ❜
❛ did it hurt? when you clawed your way up from the depths of hell? ❜

“Grew apart”

It has been two years since you moved away from your hometown Riverdale and left your three best friends – Betty, Jughead and Archie, behind. Now you are back in town, feeling like everything has changed. 

Warning: none 
Jughead/Archie/Betty x Reader

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No one cares about Reita’s birthday (Radio Jack June 9)

(Everyone is giving a little update of what they’ve been doing)

Kai: What about you Aoi? Are you into anything recently?

Aoi: Hmmm….recently….well, I’ve been playing the guitar.

Kai: No I mean, weren’t you talking about something on social media? This thing you liked?

Aoi: Oh, yeah. My old equipment…

Kai: You decided you like it?

Aoi: Yes yes yes yes…

Kai: I see, well…we have festivals and stuff coming up

Aoi: Yeah, so I hope I’ll be able to use it there. 

Kai: Are you practicing at home? (giggles)

Aoi: Well, I am writing songs. 

Kai: (trying not to laugh) I see

Aoi: What’s wrong with you?

Reita: Leader, you’re so bad at this!

(Kai bursts out laughing)

Ruki: He can’t keep a conversation going

Reita: Was something even funny!?

Aoi: Seriously, calm down. 

Kai: Okay, anyway, what about you Uruha?

Uruha: An, update? Hmm…well, same as Aoi I guess.

Kai: You’re playing the guitar?

Uruha: Yeah

Aoi: What a coincidence. 

(Kai giggling)

Uruha: Yeah, I’m trying to write songs.

Kai: Do I have to keep this going?

Reita: Keep it going!!

Kai: Hey,,,,,June 9,,,,,,,you,,,,,,,don’t you have.,,,,,,,,,,

(everyone except Uruha is laughing)

Uruha: I didn’t even mention my birthday tf

Kai: Well anyway it’s Uruha’s birthday!!! 

Everyone: Yaaaay!! (clapping)

Uruha: Thank u 

Kai: And we’ve prepared something for you! 

(it’s a cake) 

Reita: WOW!!! He did that!!!

Kai: Well then let’s sing!! Shall we sing? (he sounds like a mom istg)

Ruki: Yeh sure

Kai: Okay! Readyyyy, go!  

(Supposedly Kai is clapping to keep the rhythm while everyone sings very half-assedly and awfully)

Uruha: Just stop.

(They don’t stop)

Uruha: Okay can I blow the candles out?

Kai: Yes go ahead!

(Uruha blows out candles)

(Everyone claps)

Aoi: Yo how many cakes we must have eaten in 15 years….

Reita: Damn….how many cakes…

Uruha: This is a really fancy cake. 

(Everyone talks over each other for like 15 seconds)

Kai: Well anyway, this is still just the recording day, but [when this is broadcast] I hope you are having a good birthday. 

Uruha: Thank you –

Reita: But – wait a minute !

(Kai bursts out laughing)

Reita: Mine will have passed already…so it doesn’t matter!? 

Uruha: I mean…the recording day is closer to his birthday….

Ruki: Yeah…..

Kai: Are you mad!? Are you mad!?

Aoi: Sorry! Sorry!

Kai: Reita is mad!! Do we…do we have anything for Reita? No???

Uruha: Okay then, we can share this cake! 

Reita: No it’s really fine!

Aoi: Sorry, sorry, sorry! 



(They start clapping and singing happy birthday to Reita but mostly just laughing)

Ruki: Omg he wasn’t joking

Reita: (laughing) They’re so small

Aoi: Damn they brought out some lotus root looking thing 

(I’m so confused)

Kai: Happy birthday!

Ruki: Happy birthday

Kai: Reita’s mad

Reita: Whatever, should I blow out the candles now?

Kai: Okay!

Reita: Okay everybody gather round!

Ruki: They’re gonna fly everywhere

(Everyone laughs)

(Reita blows out candles)

(Everyone claps)

Kai: Happy birthday!

Reita: I really don’t care tho, this is your day! [to Uruha]

Kai: I was just going in order, Ruki, Aoi, Uruha, and then you.

Uruha: I knew this would happen

Reita: But before I could even say my update you did Uruha and brought out the cake and everything so I was like ‘hm okay so that’s how it is’

Kai: Yeh I thought you might get mad

#1: Elizabeth Eckford

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Elizabeth Eckford. This extraordinary woman was apart of Little Rock nine, a group of nine African American students who were the first black students to enroll in Little Rock Central High School in Arkansas in 1957. Here are a few words from Eckford about her experience preparing to attend her new high school:

From  FacingHistory.org:
“I was more concerned about what I would wear, whether we could finish my dress in time…what I was wearing was that okay, would it look good. The night before when the governor went on television and announced that he had called out the Arkansas National Guard, I thought that he had done this to insure the protection of all the students. We did not have a telephone, so inadvertently we were not contacted to let us know that Daisy Bates of NAACP had arranged for some ministers to accompany the students in a group. And so, it was I that arrived alone.”

"On the morning of September 4th, my mother was doing what she usually did. My mother was making sure everybody’s hair looked right and everybody had their lunch money and their notebooks and things. But she did finally get quiet and we had family prayer. I remember my father walking back and forth. My father worked at night and normally he would have been asleep at that time, but he was awake and he was walking back and forth chomping on cigar that wasn’t lit.”

“I expected that I would go to school as before on a city bus. So, I walked a few blocks to the bus stop, got on the bus, and rode to within two blocks of the school. I got off the bus and I noticed along the street that there were many more cars than usual. And I remember hearing the murmur of a crowd. But, when I got to the corner where the school was, I was reassured seeing these soldiers circling the school grounds. And I saw students going to school. I saw the guards break ranks as students approached the sidewalks so that they could pass through to get to school. And I approached the guard at the corner as I had seen some other students do and they closed ranks. So, I thought; ‘Maybe I am not supposed to enter at this point.’ So, I walked further down the line of guards to where there was another sidewalk and I attempted to pass through there. But when I stepped up, they crossed rifles. And again I said to myself; 'So maybe I’m supposed to go down to where the main entrance is.’ So, I walked toward the center of the street and when I got to about the middle and I approached the guard he directed me across the street into the crowd. It was only then that I realized that they were barring me, that I wouldn’t go to school.”

“As I stepped out into the street, the people who had been across the street started surging forward behind me. So, I headed in the opposite direction to where there was another bus stop. Safety to me meant getting to that bus stop. It seemed like I sat there for a long time before the bus came. In the meantime, people were screaming behind me what I would have described as a crowd before, to my ears sounded like a mob.”

Harry Styles is a model and the currently most in-demand face in the fashion industry who might be just a little bit too full of himself and Janey Darling is the photographer that knocks him off his high horse… and subsequently off his feet.

this is the rewrite of my 2016 autumn exchange fic with added scenes. about 8.5k words. slightly nsfw towards the end and if you read this far you might as well…

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“Everything is broken” -Dustyart

“This is really weird” -Tem!Frisk, while laughing

Okay, so Tumblr launched a new *:・゚✧SAFETY MODE™✧・゚:*

What this means is that Tumblr will automatically mark what it thinks is a “sensitive content” post as unsafe. Not so bad for everybody over 18, but everybody under is unable to see it at all.

I’m not sure if what I clicked did anything at all, and I’ve sent in a support request to look into this error.

To enable Safety Mode on a browser (and see what silly things are suddenly unsafe) go to your https://www.tumblr.com/settings/account and you may have to refresh it a few times to see a “filtering” option.

Now for what I did that may or may not have enabled our post again. I had to refresh the blog post area (eg. https://www.tumblr.com/blog/underlineau) many times (roughly 20 lol) until the post was hidden to me. I clicked the “view post” button and it opened in a sidebar. Once I scrolled to the bottom there was a “this post has been filtered, is this accurate?” or something along those lines.

Because it was not, I selected no.

So that was fun. :3c

Same Patterns {Part 5}

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Summary: You and your broken heart now live separated from the Avengers. It hurts, and they all try the same thing to make you come back - but when will it work?

Words: 1423 - this was supposed to be a drabble

Warnings: Angst. She slaps someone…not telling who.

You had promised to be only gone a week, but a week had turned into two and then three, then a month, not quite yet ready to face him. If you were honest, you would probably spend the rest of your time like this; unless something big happened. And happened it did.

It was early in the evening. You were tired. Tired of your meaningless job and the endless stacks of paperwork needed to be filled out; tired of the simple scout and report missions that a five year old could undergo in their sleep; and tired from knowing once more you may have to hurt your friends and turn them down once more because your heart had been trampled on.

Because you do not think you would ever be ready to hear why Bucky did what he did. But life was something that never went as planned. It was always a cup full to the brim with just one more drop from spilling over and releasing a flood. Two months after hiding yourself, the one person you wanted to see the least or most, you still were not quite sure which it was – knocked on your door.

“For the last time guys, I don’t want to come back yet.” You called from inside your apartment, assuming it was someone else here to convince you otherwise. Maybe Peter?

“I’m not here to convince you to come back, Y/N. I just want you to give me the chance to speak.” Not Peter. Definitely not Peter.

Your whole body seized up, unable to comprehend what he was doing there.

“Y/N?” he spoke again after your silence.

You managed to get your mouth open and force some sounds out to show that you were still there. “So speak.”

“I…I’m so sorry, I can’t say anything to excuse what I did but I…I get it if you never want to forgive me or see my face again, but don’t punish everyone else for my stupidity. Everybody misses you. They need you there. You’ve been gone for nearly two months and I don’t think things have ever been quieter than right now. Steve misses training with you. Tony’s happy whenever he leaves to check up on you, but when he comes back he has this sour look on his face. That punk, Peter stopped showing up as much now that you’re gone – you know he looks at you like an older sister; you have a family back home and…if I’m not a part of that, so be it. I deserve it. I royally screwed up, but don’t punish them.”

You stood with your back to the door, lightly resting your head against the wood as he spoke. When he finished, you remained there, absorbing everything. Slowly you took of the chain on your door and opened the door just a crack. At the unexpected sound, Bucky had leapt up to look at you for the first time in months. He only caught a peak of you, just enough to know that your eyes were red-rimmed and the dry paths of tears betrayed you, you had been crying since before he was there. Your hair was a mess, not combed through and all over the place; he caught a glimpse o what shirt you were wearing. It was one of his, probably swept up in your packing that day before you erratically returned his belongings. He had assumed you would have burnt it in your anger. You still looked beautiful in his eyes; the same enchanting person you were when he first met you. His heart leapt and then broke once you opened your mouth.

“Why?” The voice was so broken and hurt. Bucky loathed himself for being the cause of it. How could he have ever caused you this pain? He opened his mouth to ask ‘Why what?’ but you interrupted him, continuing, “Why did you do it?”


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Andreil teacher au

Neil tugs at his sleeve, a nervous habit of his that has followed him around since he was a child. He really doesn’t want to be doing this–but Kevin flew out to just to ask for this favor. He couldn’t disappoint him. He didn’t want to disappoint him, not after what Kevin had done for him.

He sits on a bench outside of Wymack’s office to wait for Kevin because there was no way he was going in there by himself. The students start to trickle into the school and it’s as if they know he’s the  substitute. He supposed news traveled fast and unfamiliar faces were a threat to be determined with these kids.

He sighs and leans back against the bench. He looks up at ceiling to avoid the curious looks of the students passing by.

“Why math?”

Neil nearly jumps and ends up gripping the edge of the bench, feeling someone settle next to him. He faces a blond man with hazel eyes, who seems bored just being there.

“Who the fuck are you?” The words escape from Neil’s mouth before he can even stop them.

The man stares at Neil with something akin to amusement but doesn’t bother replying.

Neil would have almost confused him for a student because the man was small–even smaller than himself, which really was saying something.

No, he was probably a teacher. The man’s hazel eyes flicker over him as if he were a puzzle of some kind.

“You’re still so stupid.”

And then, it hits Neil and his blood runs cold. His eyes widen with recognition. But it can’t be–but it is–shit, he should have gone over the staff list after going through student profiles.

“Andrew,” Neil whispers. A smirk forms on the blond’s  face in confirmation. He hadn’t seen him since–since–

Wymack’s door swings open and this time Neil actually jumps. Andrew snorts in amusement and Neil shoots him a glare.

“Neil! What are you doing sitting out here? We’ve been waiting for you,” Kevin says, stepping out from beneath the doorway of the office.

Neil stands, “I didn’t know you were inside.”

“You could have knocked,” Kevin rolls his eyes and then turns his gaze towards Andrew, “You could have told him.”

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kevzchuong  asked:

Reaction to Young Justice season 3 first look at SDCC with Damian and Stephanie in it

FIRST THINGS FIRST: Have a look all of you who did not know



“Get ready for more Nightwing”


“WAIT is that the Replacement or the Replacement’s replacement?”


“WHO CARES! I’m going to be in the series!!”


“You go girl!”


“Duh, of course, it’s me. Since when is Damian that tall?” 


“Shut your mouth, Drake. Everybody knows the hoddie is more my trademark than yours”