love is the only weapon

me, softly, at 7am: i would kill a man for percahlia


the important thing is not what you were born into, but the people you choose, the family you make for yourself.


backgrounds // black & white aesthetic

[ reblog if used, please. thnks, mate. ]

you are the only person I have
and I trust you with the piece of me I don’t even trust myself with
my shattered barely beating heart
so please don’t break it

and it’s your hands in my hair, your breath in my lungs
that keeps me pushing forward when all seems lost
because you trust me and believe in me
and for that I’ve found myself falling 

the depth of love, the extent of devotion
and you and I, we can keep our hope alive 
we keep each other safe and fighting, armed with only ourselves
but darling, love is the world’s greatest weapon, for it is also hope

—  Unfinished Stories #610.5 by Abby S


There’s normal hatred. There’s racist hatred. Then there’s kidnapping a gay Goblin couple while they’re grocery shopping for their anniversary, shoving them into a sack and making them suffocate until brain death, their love being the only thing keeping them going, using them as weapons, killing one and causing immense emotional damage to the other, telling them they deserve it, and then executing the live one when you get bored of them, you despicable fucking psychopath.
—  The DM to the Ranger
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. Hate multiplies hate, violence multiplies violence, and toughness multiplies toughness in a descending spiral of destruction … The chain reaction of evil - hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars - must be broken, or we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

“Nonviolence is not sterile passivity, but a powerful moral force which makes for social transformation.”

“Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon. Indeed, it is a weapon unique in history, which cuts without wounding and ennobles the man who wields it.”

“Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.”

“As you press on for justice, be sure to move with dignity and discipline, using only the weapon of love. Let no man pull you so low as to hate him. Always avoid violence. If you succumb to the temptation of using violence in your struggle, unborn generations will be the recipients of a long and desolate night of bitterness, and your chief legacy to the future will be an endless reign of meaningless chaos.”

“Nonviolence is the answer to the crucial political and moral questions of our time: the need for man to overcome oppression and violence without resorting to oppression and violence. Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love.”

That last quote was from he was given the Nobel Peace Prize. 

If you’re advocating for violence, you’re showing the other side that their methods are socially acceptable.  You’re creating an environment for them to thrive.  You drew them out by giving them attention they never deserved, so let’s take that away from them.  The only thing we should be giving them is indifference and ridicule. 

Dating Ivar the Boneless would include:

✨ you being the only one to see his soft side

✨ you being worried about him when he goes on raides but remembering he’s Ivar and he can handle himself

✨ sticking up for him against Sigurd

✨ always watching you

✨ him being very possessive over you

✨ not liking it when you talk to other men even if you were just giving them directions or something like that

✨ having to reassure him that you want to be with him because he can be very insecure because of his handicap

✨ if you go on raides he will make sure you’re always near him so you don’t get hurt and he knows you’re okay

✨ being the only one who can help him if he’s having trouble with his legs

✨ having arguments but you’ll always forgive eachother after a few minuets

✨ being one of the only people who can make him smile

✨ Ivar would surprise you with small things but in private because he doesn’t want people to see him with his guard down being all affectionate because in front of other vikings, that’s not what Ivar the Boneless is about

✨ Odin help anyone to try’s to flirt with his girl

✨ being the closest to Hvitserk out of all the other Ragnarssons

✨ fighting south and for eachother

✨ you being the only person other than Aslaug he loves unconditionally

✨ having to hide weapons with Sigurd is around but the time you wernt there to hide them Sigurd died

✨ probably the best cuddler

✨ him being very demanding

✨ but if he’s being too demanding and it stresses you out he calms down with asking you to get stuff for him

✨ he doesn’t shout as much or get angry as much when you’re around


“That one time, a foreigner came in and axe-d me a question. (awkward laugh) …..Eh, nevermind.”

“You’ve got a face only an animal can love.”

and some trivia about guns, other weapons, equipment and how weird his customers are /laugh

My generation.

We were born as anti-racists.

We were born as humanists and we were born as feminists, equalists.

My generation.

Filled with culture bullets, cannonballs made out of thoughts, life, ideas. We are the people that accept everything, everything from churches to mosques.

Because we want to change everything, we want to change the world, we want to save the ozone layer, we want to get everybody to open their eyes.

We want to crush Putin, or at least his LGBT-laws.

We are the ones who stand up when something is unfair, we are the ones who speak out, we are the ones who complain.

We want to build new bridges, create new roads, save lives.

Erase the standards for everything that the model magazines consider “attractive”. Because in our eyes, we are beautiful however we are, whoever we are.

My generation.

We are the technology children but also the guinea pigs.

We are the ones that got stuck in front of the tv-games but also the ones who make new medicines because we have learnt the whole coded system that is based on ones and zeros.

We are the experiments.

I am an experiment.

My generation.

We are hurricanes of facebook, twitter, tumblr.

We are the photo revolution.

We are the instagram generation.

We are the selfie soul.

We are the most selfloving generation, with a confidence that has never been seen in this world before.

But despite that, we are the most destructive generation.

We are the selfharming pictures, we are the triggering.

We are the people that KENT is trying to sing about.

We have wounds, scars on our wrists and broken souls.

Because it is romantic to be alone and it is pretty to be in pain, to suffer.

Because it is poetic to let your feelings have the upperhand.

And it is cute to write on yourself with razor blades because of all the hate towards all the people in a grey, small, village.

My generation.

We are defiant children in teenage bodies, fighting our way forward in the world.

We make sure to make ourselves heard because we know that our voices was made to be heard.

And we refuse to be pushed down.

We are the placards, the demonstrations, the manifestations.

We are the pride parades, the rainbow coloured nail polish.

And it does not matter if you are straight, gay, bi or trans.

And it does not matter if you are she, he, hir, ze, them or they.

My generation.

We are the feminism,

And we refuse to get our bodies sexualised, because our bodies are ours. They belong to us and no one else!

My generation.

We are, and will always remain an unsolved equation for the elders when we accept everything.

When we put distance between ourselves and prejudices.

My generation.

We do not care.

We do not interfere.

Because if someone introduces themselves and says “Hi, my name is Adam” , but they were born as Eve, we reply with “Hi Adam”

It doesn’t matter what you have between your legs, only what you have in your head.

My generation.

We fight against racism.

We love diversity.

We were born ready.

My generation, a sea filled with anti racists, humanists, feminists and equalists.

My generation, where love is our biggest and only weapon.

-EliSophie Andreé
(I take no credit for this, only the translation. Hope everything was understandable. -Rebecca Winsnes)

The Past is the Past

A Wattpad request. I do not own Tony or Bruce. They belong to Marvel. 

Warnings: None that I can think of

Pairings: Tony Stark x Banner!reader, Bruce Banner

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Tony’s eyes followed you from the lab. “Don’t even think about it, Tony,” Bruce said, not even looking up. “What?” Bruce scoffed lightly. “I saw that. Y/N is off limits, Tony.” Tony rolled his eyes dramatically and got up from his chair. He knew Bruce was protective of you, but he also knew you could take care of yourself.

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The fusion beetween Ice and Nepheline!

    She is afraid, but when she is are with her friends, her is sarcastic and sassy! She love humans and she spends a long time watching them, and unintentionally ends up scaring them! She also loves to eat (surprisingly only eats vegetables) and have fun, her weapon is a Brass Knuckles, her skills include: Nephelokinesis, Atmokinesis, Audiokinesis (all from Nepheline) and Cryokinesis (from Ice)

  I really hope you like it because I made it from my heart !!! @gemcrust!

(thanks @megademencia by the gemstones.)

A belated birthday Royale Instinct fic for my lovely and talented friend @shoegazerx 

Birthday Boy (click for ao3)

Adam woke to a kiss on his shoulder and the familiar scent of Jean’s cologne made him smile.

“Oh, you’re still here?”

He laughed at the soft bite to his skin and let Jean roll him onto his back.

“I do not take well to being teased.”

Adam reached up to touch his cheek.


They kissed and Adam felt hardness at his hip, reared up and bit at Jean’s bottom lip when he moaned.


“Your minx,” he sighed and met the touch to his cock, “Birthday minx.”

Jean feigned surprise. “Is that today?”

Adam laughed. “You wouldn’t have woken me so early if you didn’t remember.”

Jean kissed his cheek. “I bought you a gift, though it may be too early for it.”

Adam’s fingers threaded through his hair. “Never too early.”

“You’re still half awake.”

Adam whined, “Daddy, I want my present.”

Jean laughed and bit his cheek, “You continue to persist with that line of thinking, I will go find another little boy and…”

Adam turned them over quickly, pinned him down and kissed him hard. “I don’t like teasing either.”

Jean touched the mark he’d left on his cheek. “Your gift is in the top drawer.”

Adam climbed out of bed to the drawer, opened it up and grinned as he took out his gift: an eightball of cocaine. He held up the bag and turned to Jean.

“It’s been ages.”

Jean smiled and folded his hands behind his head.

“I know. I thought you would be saddened by your advancing age and wanted to be certain today was worthwhile.”

Adam shook the bag before he climbed back into bed and straddled Jean. “Advancing age?”

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I promise to always live a life of kindness...

I have always been a positive person, and have always been one to try my best to be kind. I will always be open-minded and I will always be accepting…and I will almost always give you a second chance. Unfortunately…this is something I have been seeing less and less and less of in recent months.

So I ask, I implore, I encourage you all…be kind.

No matter who you love or how you love…I will be kind and accepting. No matter what you believe or what your values are…I will be kind and accepting. No matter where you are from or who you are or where you want to go in life…I will be kind and I will accept you. The only thing I will never ever accept is cruelty.

Cruelty for any reason, for any purpose, for any cause, is unnecessary and I will never stand for that.

Not everybody will believe what I believe, and not everybody will think like I think. Not everybody will share my values and not everybody will root for the same teams I do...but that’s okay. That’s wonderful.

People are built to be unique and everyone should be proud of how unique or different they are.

So I will always be open-minded and I will always be accepting…and I will never, ever, EVER turn away a friend because of differences in opinion. I will never deny you kindness for believing in something I don’t. I will never judge a person for their religion, for their political values, for their sexuality or for their appearance. I will only judge you for you. For how you act, or how you treat another person…for your actions and your words. If you are cruel or unkind for the sake of cruelty itself, then I will judge you and fight for the ones who can’t fight for themselves, fight for the dreamers and hopers and believers…but that fight will never be fought with cruelty or anger dealt in return.

The fight for kindness can only be fought with kind actions, with positive thinking and with caring words. The fight for kindness can only be fought with loving hearts and loving souls.

Kill Them With Kindness. For that is the only weapon worth wielding.

Thank you.

I’m scared about Konoha Hiden’s adaptation

In the list of episodes I can’t see the one that focuses on Team Gai, yet we have a Gaara episode? (I don’t recall him being in the novel at all… are they adapting Gaara Hiden in one episode?)

Lee’s and TenTen’s chapters are the greatest. they had.

1- Neji’s ghost touching moment talking to his old team-mate and rival

2- Lee dressing up with an apron and wanting to learn how a mother/housewife life is like

3- Confirmation of TenTen’s saddest memory (being weaker in taijutsu than her team-mates) and fear (being mocked for not being interested in boys, but in weapons only)

4- TenTen’s secret love for the youthful lifestyle, which later evolve into her hot-blooded personality in Konoha Shinden.

5- Rock Lee and TenTen accepting each other and themselves.

THEY JUST CAN’T IGNORE THESE MOMENTS. Please Pierrot, don’t mess up with this… I beg you.

I swear if this five main scenes aren’t in the anime adaptation I’ll…

Piracy Pays In Betrayal

@christinawritesfiction thank you for the tag! I really really enjoyed writing this (as you can tell by the length!) I will admit to pulling this entire thing out of my ass at 1am two nights in a row so honestly who knows what this is supposed to be

also figured @boothewriter and @lmartinezwrites might like this seeing as, y’know, pirates. 

Tagging @rrrawrf-writes and @haphazardlyparked , my prompt filling queens. hope you enjoy filling this (if you choose to) as much as I did!

Prompt: “I’ll shoot. I mean, you thought I actually loved you?” 

Urial scoffed. “Uh, yes?” He raised a hand, a roll of tatty parchment hanging from his fingers. “Enough to give me this, at least." 

Terion mocking grin was too tight on his face, false in every aspect. Like all things that didn’t fit right it pinched, his cheeks aching. Still, he held it; if he dropped his bravado now, he would have nothing left. "Please,” he taunted, “don’t be so naïve. As though I’d give you the real treasure map, just because you asked." 

Urial raised an eyebrow. "If this is fake, why do you want it back so badly?" 

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