nameyes

you’re still trans if you respond to your birth name

you’re still trans if you sometimes slip up your own pronouns

you’re still trans if you dont correct people who misgender you, because you’re scared or you just can’t be bothered 

you’re still trans if you haven’t felt ‘trapped in the wrong body’ since childhood

you’re still trans if you only started questioning after discovering the internet

you’re still trans if you dream of yourself with your birth name

you’re still trans if getting misgendered doesn’t feel like a stab in the gut because it happens so often that you’re used to it

you’re still trans if you’ve changed your name and pronouns 5000 times

you’re still trans if you don’t want to transition and you’re happy the way you are

“For Women Who Are Difficult To Love” by Warsan Shire

you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do, love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.

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What A Beautiful Name

You were the Word at the beginning
One With God the Lord Most High
Your hidden glory in creation
Now revealed in You our Christ

What a beautiful Name it is
What a beautiful Name it is
The Name of Jesus Christ my King

What a beautiful Name it is
Nothing compares to this
What a beautiful Name it is
The Name of Jesus

What A Beautiful Name - Hillsong Worship

i have found the perfect song to be played at Sanji and Purin/Pudding’s wedding — You Give Love A Bad Name by Bon Jovi. ok no, but seriously, some of the lyrics almost perfectly describe this whole bloodbath that’s about to happen: 

Shot through the heart, and you’re to blame, darling
You give love a bad name

An angel’s smile is what you sell


You promise me heaven then put me through hell


Chains of love, got a hold on me
When passion’s a prison you can’t break free

Whoa! You’re a loaded gun
Whoa! There’s nowhere to run
No one can save me, the damage is done

Shot through the heart, and you’re to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name
You give love a bad name

For Women Who Are Difficult to Love by Warsan Shire

you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love

#6 HIGHLIGHTS AHHHH

Jerry

fucking HAUNTED eye socket 

I know we all know that Scout can’t read but this is just amazing 

what an adorable pet name

yes hurt him, hurt my baby, make him cry 

FUCKING JEREMY!!!!!! I HATE IT BUT I LOVE IT BUT I HATE IT

look at how proud Sniper is, now he’s got someone to talk to about dying and coming back to life

and of course,

SNIPER BOOTY 

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I had a lot of fun with this one @lilithsaur! I absolutely love this concept! ;) 

And for the record, I think the song “Irresistible” by Fall Out Boy describes the overall Reylo relationship perfectly: 

I’m gonna get you to burst just like you were a bubble
Frame me up on your wall just to keep me out of trouble
Like a moth getting trapped in the light by fixation
Truly free, love it baby, I’m talking no inflation
Too many war wounds and not enough wars
Too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores
Too many sharks, not enough blood in the waves
You know I give my love a four letter name

You’re second hand smoke, second hand smoke

I breathe you in, but, honey, I don’t know what you’re doing to me

Mon chéri, but the truth catches up with us eventually
Try to say live, live and let live
But I’m no good, good at lip service
Except when they’re yours, mi amor
I’m coming for you and I’m making war

160927 realpcysc: Love youself(feat.D.O.)

For all the times that you rain on my parade
And all the clubs you get in using my name
You think you broke my heart, oh girl for goodness sake
You think I’m crying on my own, well I ain’t

And I didn’t wanna write a song cause I didn’t want anyone thinking I still care
I don’t but, you still hit my phone up
And baby I be movin’ on and I think you should be somethin’
I don’t wanna hold back, maybe you should know that
My mama don’t like you and she likes everyone
And I never like to admit that I was wrong
And I’ve been so caught up in my job, didn’t see what’s going on
And now I know, I’m better sleeping on my own

Cause if you like the way you look that much
Oh baby you should go and love yourself
And if you think that I’m still holdin’ on to somethin’
You should go and love yourself

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Glasses

Summary: You find Steve’s glasses and he finds you wearing them.

A/N: Hey! I just wanted to write something about Steve’s glasses on Captain America: The Winter Soldier (because he looks so good and cute with glasses), and the canon of how Steve Rogers is a big and adorable golden retriever. I found this picture (the first one) on Pinterest and I almost died from the cuteness, so I had to write this. So basically , fluff. 

*The picture and gifs are not mine*

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Words: 1,406 upps! Steve deserves it.

Warnings: none

Y/N: Your name

You shouldn’t take things that weren’t yours without permission (yeah that was basically what your mother told you when you were little), but heck! you couldn’t help it.  

“Hey Y/N, there’s gonna be a meeting with the whole team an- … ” Steve’s voice startled you when he came in into your room, it was open so he just showed up at your door.

“Are those… my glasses?” he asked with those innocent eyes and curiosity on his face, looking at the pair of glasses in your hands.

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The Love Of Your Life

Pairing: John Laurens x reader

Words: 745

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST

Request: Requested by anonymous: a John X reader where he cheats on the reader with their best friend and the reader walks in on them and it’s just very angsty (btw ik this will bite me in the ass but no happy ending pls thank u)

F/N: Friend’s name

You thought of all the things you planned for tonight with John. After work you made a run to the store to pick up wine and a cake for a surprise dinner with John. You never saw him anymore, and you were going to make up for it.

The door unlocked with a quiet click. You pushed the door open, glancing suspiciously at the pair of heels that stood by the door of the apartment. When you looked up, you saw a coat draped carelessly on a chair.

This isn’t what it looks like.

Muffled voices from the bedroom confirmed your fear. As you crept up to the door, you noticed a dress thrown down the hall. It looked so familiar to you, and then everything clicked.

The heels.

The coat.

The dress.

They were F/N’s.

As you stared blankly at the dress that sat on the ground, you almost didn’t notice the door open.

“Y-Y/N?” John’s voice made your head turn. Your expression didn’t change as you moved your gaze to find F/N.

John ran a nervous hand through his hair, taking a step towards you.

For fear of breaking down, you didn’t say a word. You spun around before John could reach you. As you walked down the hall, grabbing your purse as you exited, you heard John’s footsteps following you.

Suddenly you broke out into a run, sprinting into the elevator and mashing the Close Door button.

The last sight you saw as the doors closed was John standing in front of the doors, helpless.

Of all people, he chose F/N? My best friend?

I trusted her!

I trusted him.

You sighed deeply as you gripped the steering wheel, tears stinging your eyes. Whenever the tears would blur you’re vision you would wipe them away.

You couldn’t cry.

You were stronger than this.

Knock knock knock

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Angelica answered the door, confused.

“I- I need to talk.” Your voice was hoarse, despite how quiet you’d been.

“Oh my god what happened. Sit down, tell me everything.” She ushered you onto the couch, keeping a hand resting on your knee.

“John and F/N-” Angelica’s eyes widened as you stopped to take a deep breath.

“They-”

“He cheated on me.” You finished quietly. Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Without another word, Angelica stormed from her house.

“Angie- what-” You started to run after her, but she stopped you.

“I’m gonna go kick his ass.”

Almost an hour later, Angelica entered once more. She had a triumphant look in her eye that concerned you.

“What h-”

“When I got there, F/N was gone. John was literally crying-” You couldn’t help but let the guilt build in your chest at that. “-and when I told him off, he was shocked into silence!”

“Jesus, I feel bad..” You muttered, idly glancing at your phone. When you opened your messages, you noticed a text from F/N that you didn’t see from a few hours ago.

When will you be home? I’m at your house and there’s nothing to do!

Oh, she found something to do alright.

All the guilt that built up was replaced by anger as you turned off your phone.

A knock on the door surprised you out of your daze. You thought about who it could be on your way to the door as Angelica sat on the couch with a book.

It could’ve been Peggy, she left a few things here that Angelica put on the table.

Or it could be Eliza, she always liked visiting Angelica.

It might even be-

“Y/N, listen-”

John.

“I don’t need to.” You spat, slamming the door in his face.

You would never forget the hurt look you left him with.

This time you couldn’t stop the tears. They flowed freely down your face as you fled to the room Angelica was sat.

“Oh god. It’s ok.” She jumped up, pulling you down to the couch.

The sky grew darker as you laid next to Angelica, sobbing quietly.

You’d just lost the love of your life.

“For Women Who Are Difficult To Love” by Warsan Shire

You are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?

closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.


Poem: https://vimeo.com/38766162

Art: A Toast to the Health of,” 2011, oil on canvas, 90-½ x 98-¾ in., by Lynette Yiadom-Boakye

That One Word (Arkham Knight x Reader)

,for the song thing: You’re my sunshine - Johnny Cash … OMG! I REALLY LIKE THIS SONG

Side notes - (S/H/N) is your superhero name

You stared at yourself in the mirror “Jason…Come back please..” You could not stress enough that your boyfriend was gone but all you wanted was him. Back in your arms. Your little sunshine

“It feels like it was just the other night.I layed sleeping and he was in my arms…”  You looked down as you saw your barbara roll into the room in the mirror you were gazing into.

“(Y/N) Bowing your head down and crying won’t do anything. Your a mess hun.” She came up behind you placing her hands onto your shoulders “You’re going to be alright. I’m here and so is everyone else. Dick is and the rest of the family. We miss jason more than you know..”

You acknowledged her as you put your hand on her hand leaning back “He will never know how much I loved him” You leaned over getting up running your hands through your hair “He made me happy when skies were gray ya know?”

Barbara began to nod her head  “Every mission we went on? Never stopped talking about you. You were beautiful in his eyes. You were his sunshine.”

You heard the word Sunshine and you whimpered tears forming in your eyes “It’s been almost 5 years since he died Today is such a hard night barbara don’t you understand..” You smiled at her as you hear a barge in the door

“Oracle! We need to get down to the batcave. Arkham Knight somebody’s name. They might find a lead.” You looked at bruce and babs “Let me help you bruce. Maybe I can convince this “Arkham Knight” to reveal himself?”

“That gas could kill you . You are not going.” You scoffed at him “Are you kidding?! Bruce you know what I can do. Let me come.” Bruce sighed pinching the bridge of his nose touching his cowl “Stay low. Let me know if you find anything. No unneeded risks to the city. No blowing up things.” You confirmed his statement

“Now let’s go. Oracle everything is setup for you in the cave. Suit up (Y/N)” Once everyone was out of the room you began to undress and put your leather jacket jason gave you a while back along with some other pieces. You attached a gun to the side of your hip and looked at yourself in the mirror putting your mask on the eyes lighting up “Don’t fuck this up. Your (S/H/N)”

You strolled down into the batcave as you clicked your earpiece on grappling out into the city right beside batman “Oracle found a trace at ace chemicals. We know where he is. She hacked into the intercoms and can figure out his location.” You nodded assuring him that you understood as you grappled your way towards ace chemicals bruce underneath you with the batmobile

You prefered the skies for they were beautiful and calming. It reminded you of jason. You grappled building to building until you got above ace chemicals but a name caught you off guard into your ear as you fell right into a window rolling onto the floor your grapple hook hanging off the side of the building “shit.” You rolled over groaning seeing about 6 or 8 milita

“Fuck.” You kicked one of them on the knee but someone grabbed your hands behind your back as you growled biting down on his arm hard “Asshole.” You dropped a smoke pellet running out the same way you came in “Shit shit sh-”

You squealed as you felt someone’s arm wrap around your waist hitting the guy with your gun on his head but the helmet just broke and he set you down in a area with militia surrounding him. You attempted to punch him but he caught your hand “Don’t do this. I don’t want to fight you.”

You looked up as he touched your leather jacket “You still wear this huh?” You could tell the boy was smiling under his broken mask. The blue and red lights flickered on the reflection in your eyes which he found stunning “Beautiful. Just like I remembered.” You smacked his hand away

“I hope the fuck you know. I called back up and yes I wear it. It’s part of my uniform now if you would kindly fuck off” You started to walk off but a militia commander stopped you but you heard this arkham knight speak up through his shattered helmet and a cracky voice “Leave it. She’s safe with me. You 6 go find batman. Notice me when he is here.”

You looked at them about to click your earpiece but his hand grabbed your wrist “Sunshine..” You looked up “Don’t call me that.” You barked back at him pushing him off. “(Y/N) Just list-” Your eyes went wide “How do you know my name?” You looked down as he clicked his helmet “Because I still fucking love you.”

Your hand dropped along with his “J-jaybird?” You heard everything in your earpiece go silent as you fell into his arms hugging him tight your legs around his waist and all you could hear was that one word that made your heart melt. “Sunshine…”

Hope you enjoyed it! I threw arkham knight jason im sorry if you want i will rewrite it but i hope you liked it sweetheart <3 

I TRIED TO WRITE FOR RICHARD MADDEN...

IMAGINE…being set up on a New Year’s Blind Date with Richard Madden

New Years One Shot #1 !!!

Word Count: 2,554

Warning: None….OH it ends on a cliffhanger!

((I TRIED SO HARRRDDDD….I’m not very good with writing about real people! I’m sorry! This is something I’ve been wanting to try for a while now though so…here it is. Perhaps next time, if there’s a next time, I’ll try it with Richard and Reader in a more private, relaxed environment.))

Y/B/F – your best friend

Y/E/C – your eye color

Y/n – your name

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Imagine Reader x Sirius Black

Summary: I all of a sudden got this crazy idea where Sirius is secretly a good dancer? Anyhow! The reader is alone in a classroom when Sirius stumbles upon her. When he finds her the two share a dance which turns out to be better than she expected. 

On another note this is just a quick little thing I wrote. I tried to think of a creative title for this, but I kept drawing a blank. So for now its just called Reader x Sirius Black!   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Need to know:
[Y/N] = Your name


Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines


You sat quietly in an empty classroom watching the rain fall. Large droplets splashed against gorgeous stain glass windows creating a calming pitter patter sound. Taking in a large breath of cold air you let it consume you. It was nice and refreshing. You were in here for no other reason than the calming atmosphere. It had been a stressful past few weeks with all of the assignments your professors had given. Several twenty four inches of parchment, reading two full books, being stuck prepping for exams, it was nice to have some time away from all the chaos. 

At the opposite end of the classroom near the professor’s desk, you noticed an old radio. With a flick from your wand, you watched as the wooden dial turned. Soft music began to play in the background. It was just what the mood needed. Soon you found yourself humming along with the sweet melody, when a curious voice interrupted your tune. 

“What are you doing in here?” Asked a smooth voice. The voice had startled you and you felt your heart racing. Standing in the doorway was a handsome looking young man. He had his dark hair sloppily pulled back, leaving several stray strands to lie against his face. Grey eyes looked intently at you, they were full of wonder. 

“Sirius!” You said rising from your seat. “I was just… erm…” It felt odd telling him that you were listening to the rain because it was relaxing.

“Just what?” He asked walking over to you. “Isn’t it a bit odd to be sitting in a classroom by yourself love? People might think your mental. More so than you already are,” he teased. You expected comments like this from Sirius, afterall he was one of your best friends.

“At least I’m not barking mad Padfoot,” you smiled at him. This prompted a smile in return. Sirius was now standing an arm’s length away.

“So,” he said. “Are you going to tell me what you’re doing in here or do I have to start guessing?”

“Why do you care anyway? I figured you’d be off doing something with James tonight. Or you know, you could study for the exams we have next week.”

“There’ll be plenty of time to study for exams later. That’s actually where I was headed, to see James I mean, until I found you.”

“Well if you really wanna know why I’m here it’s to get away from all the chaos of school work. I find the rain calming and came to listen to it for a while,” you said quickly. You found yourself hiding your eyes beneath your sweater. When you finally dared to glance up at Sirius, a devious smile was playing at his lips.

“[Y/N] I totally understand,” he said sympathetically, though the smile was still there making you nervous.

“You do?” You replied unsure. You had uncovered your whole face now.

“Yes definitely, but you know what I heard is great for relieving stress?” Sirius had moved even closer to you now, hardly an inch away from your body. Gently grasping your arm, he led you to join him in the middle of the classroom. Pulling out his wand, he waved it and all the desks in the room were swept aside. A large spacious area now revealed grey stone flooring. 

“Erm Sirius,” you said nervous at what he was planning.

“Just trust me,” he said. The current song on the radio had come to a close. You had noticed a waltz of some sort was now playing. Sirius had taken notice of it too because the smile on his face grew even larger, somehow making him look even more gorgeous than he already was. Placing one hand on your shoulder and one your waist he began to slowly lead you around the room. You looked at him with wide eyes.

“I didn’t know you could dance,” you said baffled.

“One of my many talents” he winked.

The way that he led you, your feet moved in perfect rhythm. As the music began to pick up speed, so did you. The warmth between you was growing more powerful by the second. You weren’t expecting to enjoy this as much as you were, but Sirius’s strong hands guiding you along  and sparkling eyes were captivating. Nervously you let yourself move with the music. You weren’t much of the dancer, yet the way Sirius helped you along made up for it. It was at that moment you decided to let go. All the worries, stress, and anxieties that had been consuming you began to float away right there. Finally allowing yourself to fully look into his eyes, it was as if nothing else existed. It was only you and him moving along with the ebb and flow of the music.

He and you were becoming one with the song. Eventually he dared to try a few spins. At first they were rough, but when you let yourself fully move into them they became beautiful. Soon the two of you were laughing and dancing in a way you didn’t think yourself capable. When the song came to a close, you each stood breathlessly in the center of the room. After a moment of silence slow clapping hands echoed out. You had become so focused on the dancing neither of you noticed James, Remus, and Peter walk into the classroom. Quickly, you pushed yourself away from Sirius feeling your cheeks grow warm.
James had a large grin on his face. Remus and Peter on the other hand had their jaws dropped.

“I didn’t know ya had that in you mate!” James enthused. “Who knew Sirius Black could move like that.”

“When did you learn to dance?” Remus asked astounded. 

“When you grow up in the noble house of Black you pick up on these things. Besides, how do you think I do so well with the ladies,” Sirius laughed. You rolled your eyes.

“And you didn’t invite us?” James exaggerated placing a hand over his heart. “That hurts Pads. I thought we had something.”  

“If you’d like I could go get Lily to join us for you James?” You didn’t know where you gained the courage to say those words, but the look on James face was priceless making it all worthwhile.

“Why [Y/N] I think that’s a wonderful idea,” Sirius sneered. Taking a step closer to you he placed a friendly arm around your shoulder. “After all, we can’t let old Prongs here feel left out.”

“Hilarious,” James said full of sarcasm.

“I for one second the idea of getting Lily,” Peter sniggered. James turned scowling at Peter.

“I don’t know,” Remus pondered. “Unlike you Sirius I’ve seen James dance before once… he’s got two left feet! There’s no way he’d be able to keep up.”

“Then perhaps I should show him how it’s done,” Sirius said strutting towards James. Grabbing his friend by the hand Sirius pulled James out into the middle of the room. With a quick flick of his wand the music in the room grew louder. A much faster pace song was playing now and Sirius dragged James around the room. Try as James might, Sirius had him locked tight into the dance so there was no way for him to get out of it. Joining Remus and Peter in the corner, the three of you laughed at the sight in front of you. Sirius began to hum along to the tune, then placed his head on James shoulder which thoroughly angered him. Finally, the song hit a slow patch and James was able to break free of Sirius’s grasp.

“Well you did say you were upset you weren’t invited,” Remus pointed out.

“Shut up Moony,” James groaned.

“Remus has a point,” you said. “Awe come on don’t be so sour James,” you added when you saw him still scowling.

Pulling out your own wand you used it to change the music once again. This time the song was much more fun, like something you all might listen to in the gryffindor common room. Grabbing James and Remus by the hands, you pulled them over towards Sirius. Then looking at Peter, you silently beckoned for him to join you. With some work, James tension eased and you got all of them to dance with you. Only this time it wasn’t anything formal, but more for fun. Eventually it turned into a game to see who could perform the most extravagant moves. You were all surprised Remus won when he pulled out his wand and made an extraordinary show of lights while doing a back-flip. None of you were expecting that to come from him.

Time was beginning to slip away. Before long you had been dancing for hours. Growing tired, you plopped yourself onto the floor and crawled over to lean against a wall. From where you were you had a perfect view to watch the sill falling rain hit the windows. It didn’t take much for the others to join you. Sirius in particular made an effort to sit right by your side. Leaning against one another, everyone sat quietly watching the rain fall.

“You know [Y/N] I’m surprised,” Sirus said. “You’re right, watching the rain is a nice way to calm down and de-stress.” The others agreed with him.

“I told you,” you said with a smile. Sitting down with your friends was a special moment. You loved moments like these, because you knew that they’d keep you going  when times got tough. Most important though, you knew they’d last a lifetime.

They called you the Golden Boy

You were made of precious metal

Gold supposedly ran through your veins

You were held high, looked upon with adoring eyes

The thought that you were invincible came to the minds of those that heard your name

You bestowed upon yourself expensive gifts of gold to pull off your roose

Dressed in the finest clothes, a sly smirk seemed to be permanently painted on your face

The costly sunglasses you wore hid the intention your eyes tried to give away

Allegedly all of this made up the Frontman of the fake ah crew, all of this was who you were

You reigned supreme in a city of crooks and liars

But not all are so easily fooled

Though most could not see past your fake front there will always be an exception

It seems the enemy is always best at distinguishing our truths from lies  

Next time take better care of your daily disguise

It is after all your security, isn’t it?

Then again, you have always thought you could get rid of yourself

However to your dismay the real you is always there; helping plot your demise

Looking back it’s an understandable quest

To leave behind yourself is to leave behind the unspoken terrors of your past

Your constant struggle to keep those bleak memories at bay visibly wears you out

Nonetheless the past always come back to haunt you, and so does everything you used to be

So eventually when the real you comes to light you are lost

You’ve sacrificed so much of yourself, too much of yourself

Do you even know who you are?

People used to pretend they knew you; A frontman meant to be feared

They all can see now, they were wrong

A king has fallen and in his place is a mere boy

What a pity

You could have ruled forever; little tried to oppose you before you went and lied

You even sense the few that genuinely cared for you fall back

Your artifice could not have come without real consequence, right?

Though this is the mind of a fool whose senses are questionable at the moment

You underestimate the great bonds you’ve created and you are the one who falters

You fucked up  

Maybe this fuck up is the one that’ll finally put an end to your “deceitful acclaim”   

Or perhaps it’ll put an end to much more than that  

All in all that’s up to you

Please remember to try and keep a clear head as you stumble into hell; stressing out will only make things worse.

the hl english exam consists of two papers: a blind commentary and a compare/contrast essay of two works previously studied. the foundation of these two essays will always go back to the thesis, essentially the focus of your papers. in developing a thesis statement, there are 5 basic elements to include that will help you fashion the most effective thesis statement that is central to your exam papers. 

step 1: write down the title of the work

underline the title if it is a novel (which it will most likely be) or put it in quotations if the piece is a short story/poem

step 2: add the author’s name

you would be surprised by how many people forget this seemingly obvious step. make sure to spell the author’s name correctly. at this point, your thesis could look something like this:

  • in The Road by Cormac McCarthy

step 3: concisely describe what is literally occurring

use a short phrase to summarize the plot, straightforwardly describe what is happening to the characters. the following is an example:

  • a man and his son struggle to survive in post-apocalyptic United States

step 4: suggest an underlying meaning

in this step, you are looking to incorporate what the author is trying to convey to the reader in their work. it could be a political commentary, an allusion to societal problems, or perhaps a statement on the influence of religion. often, this is the hardest part of crafting the perfect thesis statement. it is the part of the thesis that you will continually refer back to throughout your essay, as you argue how the author imparts this message through the novel. in The Road, it could be any of these: 

  • importance of family in the face of disaster 
  • youth as a symbol of hope for the future
  • loss of compassion and morality
  • role reversal of father and son/passing of torch to next generation

step 5: include an overarching literary device

to support the presence of the underlying meaning you chose from step 4, you need to determine what literary device enables the author to subtly address said topic. it should be a feature that permeates the entire novel. it might be an obvious aspect, such as the author’s use of juxtaposition but it could also be a device that’s not so easily observed, such as the use of time or incorporation of flower imagery. examples from The Road include:

  • archetypal journey
  • symbolism
  • imagery
  • diction 

finally: put it all together

arrange all the 5 pieces together to form a coherent sentence. this will serve as a basis for your essay, from which you will stem your main points

  • In The Road by Cormac McCarthy, symbolism is used to illustrate the passing of the torch to the younger generation through the journey of a man and his son struggling to survive in post-apocalyptic United States.
  • In The Road, author Cormac McCarthy utilized diction to emphasize youth as a symbol of hope for the future in his description of a man and his son struggling to survive in post-apocalyptic United States.

additional examples:

  • In “Antaeus” by Seamus Heaney, the paradox of one’s elevation being one’s downfall is highlighted by direct references to the Greek myth of Antaeus and Hercules, which carry political undertones relating to Irish nationalism in the face of British imperialism. 
  • In “A Hazel Stick for Catherine Ann” by Seamus Heaney, autobiographical references to Heaney’s daughter emphasize the passing of the torch to the next generation through the description of the speaker trimming a hazel stick for a child.

hopefully this helps you in some way, whether it’s on your ioc or on papers 1&2! let me know if you have any questions!

Lucky Winners

Originally posted by falling-rainbow

Request: Hi! I absolutely love your writing. I was wondering if you could do one where the reader wins some kind of contest and gets to visit the set of The Flash for a few days. She and Grant really hit it off and keep in contact after. Then they meet up again at comic-con or something and he ends up telling her how he feels about her. Basically lots of fluff haha. Sorry this is so long!

Notes: So really it wasn’t the request that was long, it’s now more the fic. Honestly I have no idea how this ended up at 10 pages but here it is. I’m just sorry it took forever for me to write, but I hope you like it! :)

RPN- random person’s name

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Too Young Too Black To Live (Vocal Edit)
  • Too Young Too Black To Live (Vocal Edit)
  • Crystal Castles
  • Unreleased
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Say I have no soul
Say I have no name
You will rot and die
Rot and die
I will stay the same
For many centuries
Centuries alone we are
In the future, in the future
we are made of tar

Baby, baby, baby

Say I have no soul
Say I have no name
You will rot and die
Rot and die
I will stay the same
For many centuries
Centuries alone we are
In the future, in the future
we are made of tar

Oh, Baby (x9)
Oh, Baby (x9)

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How Did You Do That? - Young Justice Imagine

Originally posted by ariseofthesecondson

Requested by Anon -  the team going on a mission and all falling into a life threatening trap, which leaves the reader (whom they originally didn’t think had powers) to swoop in and save the day

Notes: (Y/S/N) = Your Superhero Name


You couldn’t believe this was happening as you hid in the rafters of an Bialyan military base. The rest of the team had been captured by Bialyan soldiers when you had failed to disable the security in the base. Fear and guilt ate at your heart when you reached the spot where the team had fallen into a trap.

In your defense, the whole mission had been a set-up. Several soldiers were waiting for you in security room, and you barely escaped alive. Even if you had shut down the security in time, the team would have still fallen into the trap. 

The trap was a gravity field that increased it’s pull to extreme amounts. Kaldur and Conner were unable to stand up from the pressure, but were able to breath well enough because of Conner’s Kryptonian DNA, and Kaldur’s strong lungs. However, the others were your main concern. Robin, Artemis, Kid Flash, and M’gann were laying on the floor, barely able to breath. Tears filled your eyes when you saw how blue Robin and Artemis’ faces were. They didn’t have much time.

You couldn’t just jump down there and free them because three heavily armed guards surrounded them. While you were trained in basic combat, you had no super powers to compete with the weapons they wielded. While you were debating whether or not to call the league, one of the guards began to speak through his comlink.

“We found the intruders just as planned. They are in the gravity trap that we planted as you requested, but one got away,” the guard spoke, trading looks among his comrades. You noticed both Kaldur and Conner suddenly appeared hopeful. Shaking with fear, you hoped you wouldn’t let them down. 

“We will find the missing one, but what do you want done with the ones we have,” the guard asked, narrowing his eyes at the dying team in front of him. He nodded his head as if to confirm something. “It will be done.” The guard dropped his hand down to his gun before sharing a smile with his comrades.

“So, we can get rid of them,” another guard confirmed, gesturing towards your fallen teammates with his gun. Kaldur’s eyes widened as he shared a worried glance with Conner. Conner began to struggle against the weight of the gravity. 

“You can’t do this,” Conner shouted, slowly trying to stand before collapsing back to the ground. 

The guards smiled at Conner’s struggles before they started to walk towards a control panel. You guessed it was the controller for the gravity trap. “I think we’ll just crush them with the gravity, don’t you,” the guard with the comlink taunted when he was only a few feet from the control panel. You knew you had to do something now.

Gathering your courage and rapidly thinking of a plan, you dropped down from your perch to land right in front of the guard who was reaching for the control panel. All three guards jumped in surprise at your sudden appearance, lifting their weapons at you.

“(Y/S/N), run,” Kaldur ordered sharply once he noticed your arrival. “Go get the league.” You shook your head at him before you begin to artfully dodge energy beams from the guards’ guns.

“Drat,” you swore when you noticed the guards narrowly missed the control panel. You were hoping they would accidentally hit it with their beams, freeing the team.   

Continuing to dodge, you are eventually surrounded by the guards. Each one holding their weapon, ready to fire.

“Have any last words to your teammates, kid, before we blast you away,” one of the guards threatened as your life flashed before your eyes. Panic took over as you clenched your fists in despair. A tingling feeling raced through your body. 

“(Y/S/N),” Conner and Kaldur screamed while the guards fired their guns at you. You closed your eyes as you suddenly felt time slow around you. Suddenly, red energy began to pulse around you as the tingling feeling in your body increased. You bent your knees as your hands were being wrapped in the red energy. Sensing the urge to release it as the deadly beams from the guns came slowly closer to you, you let it go to send a red shock wave throughout the room. 

All three guards and their beams are thrown back into the opposite walls. Crashing heavily, all three slid to the ground unconscious. With the energy still wrapped around your hands, you send a blast of it at the control panel to destroy the gravity field.  You run over to teammates as the red energy around your hands dissipates. Kneeling down next to Robin and Artemis, you checked their pulses. 

You sigh with relief, feeling a strong pulse on each of them as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Glancing up at Conner and Kaldur, you found them staring at you in awe. 

“(Y/N), how did you do that,” Kaldur asked, slowly standing up to face you. 

“Yeah, I thought you didn’t have powers,” Conner interjected as he crawled over to M’gann who was starting to wake up.

“(Y/N) has powers,” Wally moaned as he slowly sat up. He recovered quickly due to his super-speed. 

“I guess,” you answered, looking at your hands in wonder. You never had any inclination that you may have powers, certainly not anything so powerful. Your hands began to tremble with nerves. “This never happened before.”

Kaldur noticed your nervousness, and approached you to place a soothing hand on your shoulder. “In any case, we owe you our lives, (Y/N),” he thanked as Robin and Artemis began to stir next to you. 

Suddenly, a gust of wind flew past you as Wally appeared at your side. “What powers do you have (Y/N),” Wally mused, nudging your side with his elbow. “I can’t believe I missed it.”

You smiled kindly at him before looking back down at your hands again. Clenching them into fists, you wondered what these powers would bring to your future on the team and beyond.

"For Women Who Are Difficult to Love” - Warsan Shire

you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.