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I was on my own little hiatus and when I locked back onto my tbl blog I was overwhelmed by all the new followers. So hello and thank you for following me. We´ll be here for one hell of a ride, with what is happening on The Blacklist right now.

As a token of gratitude for all the new and of course all the old followers, I drew this picture.

I hope you all have a fantastic day!

This has been inside my mind since I because a Lizzington shipper it was originally a One Tree Hill edit and for the life of me I don’t know by who it was on Pinterest the photos were off the internet but if I did take from some let me know I’ll be more than happy to remove them or credit you I hope you enjoy it. It was for my own pleasure but please feel free to share with the rest of the wonderful ship we call Lizzington

Proud of You - Jonathan Drouin

Originally posted by werenskiz

“You ready for this?”

You nodded and fixed your cap in the mirror. “I’m ready. This has been 4 years in the making. Let’s do this.”

Your boyfriend smiled from where he stood in the doorway and took your hand when you got over. “You look so beautiful. I’m so fucking proud of you (Y/N).”

You grinned and kissed his cheek as you went down the hall. “Thanks honey.”

Your mom smiled and stood up. “You look so beautiful honey! My baby girl is graduating! I’m so proud!”

Your dad nodded and grinned. “We’re very proud. But we should go. We don’t want you to be late for your big day and all, do we?”

You shook your head and hurried out the door to the car with your family, getting into the car with your parents and boyfriend as your sister and grandparents who came for your big day got into her car to follow you. “Nope. I’ve been waiting forever for this and I am not having it or me be late. Let’s get going.”

You were finally graduating from (*insert university of your dreams*) and it was like a dream come true. You’d thought about going there since you were in junior high and you were finally graduating after 4 years of sleepless nights, coffee-shotgunning, procrastination, and the hell of undergrad to receive 2 bachelor’s degrees with a minor to go with them. It was all so perfect that it didn’t even feel real to you.

“I really am proud of you, baby.” you heard Jonathan say from the back. “I know how hard you’ve worked to get everything done and pass with awesome grades and stuff and… I really am proud of you.”

You smiled and reached back to hold his hand. “Thank you, babe. That really means a lot to me.”

He grinned which you could see from the rearview mirror and took your hand, kissing it quickly before letting you pull it back as your dad started to drive.

You met your boyfriend Jo in the summer before your sophomore year and he had been more than supportive of you and your ambitions. It was a bit hard to do long distance a lot of the time, but it was worth it and at least you both had summer. You supported him and he supported you, both of you trading words of reassurance and positivity after a rough game or a big test or project. He was your guy.

You stared out the window as your dad drove to the university campus, looking at your boyfriend and your mother in the side mirrors. It felt so weird not being the one driving. It still hadn’t fully hit that you were graduating yet and it would likely take a while before it actually fully sank in. Maybe it wouldn’t happen until you got up on stage, Maybe not even until you switch your tassel’s direction and throw your cap into the air. Who knows? It just definitely wasn’t now.

You saw the drop off point for the graduates coming up, your father pulling up and parking.

“Alright, sweetheart. We’ll see you in a bit. Don’t want you to be late.”

You nodded and grabbed your purse, kissing your dad’s cheek and leaning back to do the same for Jo and your mom, getting out of the car after. You quickly met up with friends who placed garlands around your neck of things like candy or flowers and colorful plastic beads in the school colors, decking you out like every other graduate there.

Everything else became a blur. The next thing you knew, you sat in a row of your fellow graduates, listening to a speech by some famous alumni finish up after speeches from some of the other professors and the president of the graduating class of that year. You smiled and clapped as the speech finished before the dean walked back up to the podium.

“Thank you so so very much. Now, ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to now present each member of our graduating class as they come up and receive their diplomas. These will go alphabetically by category of degrees such as engineering, foreign language, the arts, life sciences, so on and so forth of the many majors we have at this school. Those getting 2 degrees shall receive their other degree with their first degree that we have them down for and will mention their achievement as they come up to receive their awards. And I am apologizing ahead of time if I butcher any names. Let us begin.”

You smiled and waited as name after name was read, cheering on your friends as their names were called and they walked across the stage. Then, after what felt like ages of waiting, it was your turn.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) receiving 2 bachelor’s degrees and one minor.”

You grinned and heard cheering from your friends and your family’s section as you made your way up and across the stage, taking your diploma covers graciously with your left hand and shaking the the president of the school’s hand after, thanking him before making your way down and back to your seat, trying to keep your cool.

Finally, after nearly an hour if not over that of names, it was time.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, seniors of *university*’s graduating class, please rise.” He said. “Now, when the grand marshal signals with the mace will the undergraduates please move their tassels from the right to the left side of their mortarboard cap. Seniors, are you ready?”

You grinned and cheered with your fellow classmates, watching  the grand marshal carefully as he signaled with the mace in his hands. You carefully raised your hand and moved the tassel from right to left.

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you the graduating class of 2017! May you all go on and do great things like the (school’s mascot. Ex: buckeyes, trojans, bruins, etc.) you are! Thank you for being a part of our history!”

You grinned and threw your cap into the air, catching it as it came down. The grin on your face was so wide that your cheeks began to hurt, but you didn’t care. You then proceeded out through the exit and out to the square in front to meet your family and Jo.


You turned and grinned, seeing your boyfriend there and ran over to his waiting arms. He hugged you tightly and kissed your temple. “I really am, baby girl. I’m so so proud of you.”

“Thank you, baby.” you smiled. “Thank you for supporting me.”

“No need to thank me. You did this. You. Not me. You.” he smiled. “Come on, Miss Graduate. Your family is waiting to see you. We’re heading to lunch after this and pictures around campus and stuff.”

You grinned and took his hand. “Good. Let’s hope the pics go fast. I’m sentimental, but I’m also starving and haven’t eaten in almost 7 hours.”

“I bet you are, babe. Come on, graduate girl.”

You smiled. “Graduate (Y/N) (Y/L/N)… Yeah, I’m never getting used to that.”


Posted just in time for grad season! I wish everyone graduating Uni and college the best of luck with both finals and getting ready for graduation. You guys deserve it. Good luck!

If you think we're acting superior over fic deletion, please consider this

People don’t delete fics because they are cutting ties. It’s perfectly possible to leave a fandom and keep your old fic around. We delete fics because we’re ashamed and don’t want them tied to our name anymore. Which, sometimes that’s a deserved feeling, in cases of outright harmful or bigoted works. But sometimes it’s not. Sometimes it’s betrayal and shame from being tricked like this, or feeling sure that no one will ever want to read them again that drives people to delete.

Reassuring writers that their hard work was done with love and in good faith with what we were told is nothing to be ashamed of isn’t condescending. It isn’t being superior or saying we’re better than. It’s offering comfort and reassurance to people who are reeling after being lied to. The people begging writers are not being superior, they’re terrified that the fandom that has helped them to cope with the show falling apart is about to disappear – not that anyone but the author is entitled to make the final decision.

And the fic writers speaking up to say that they’re leaving their fics up, or continuing to write are trying to give comfort and cover for other writers, so they know that they won’t be out there alone. We’re saying that it’s okay not to feel ashamed of the things we wrote based on the canon and assurances and theory that we had. And we’re doing it to show our defiance in the face of getting duped.

No one is saying anything scary or delusional and no one is saying that it’s wrong to be upset. We’re all upset. But it completely okay to say that none of us have anything to be ashamed of. Shame is a completely different thing than upset, or feeling done with the show, and no one deserves that.

Whoever that actress was who played young Mr. Kaplan deserves about five Emmys for tonight's episode

That was fucking incredible. I could watch her for hours. How did they find somebody so unbelievably perfect to play Kate? For a hot minute I thought they’d just CGI’s the older actress’s face - she was that spot on.

I need a show starring both younger and older Kaplans immediately!

holisticvolunteer  asked:

Hello, volunteer! Been loving your great sleuthing skills and reading your theories. :) So, I've been wondering this for some time, was it ever explained or implied why or how the Baudelaires got separated from Beatrice Jr? Is it possible that Beatrice got kidnapped by the VFD after Chapter 14/during The Beatrice Letters?

Hello @doctorswarley!

Your theory has a lot of merits. Beatrice Jr mentions having a V.F.D. instructor and also attends a school where Lemony went during his apprenticeshi years. She’s obviously being trained for future volunteering.

Her being kidnapped would explain a lot of things, but we also have to take into account the fact that her three guardians are still wanted criminals. They could have given her to V.F.D. because they were on the run and couldn’t look after her, or because they were arrested by the authorities.