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魚とシガイってことなら、実は私、君以外の専門家を知ってるんだ。
If it’s about fish and daemons, I actually know another expert besides you.

they say there’s a mad woman in the ruins. she shows kindness in this world openly…. she must be insane! 

Just a random (personal) thing on ch. 131 

You know? I remember so clearly that when probably one of the first flashback chapters came out, some random user made a post (it was a little bit ill-intentioned tbh) that said something like:

 Sebaciel shippers: awww Ciel named Sebastian after his dog because he truly loved his pet!

 Reality: Ciel is absolutely terrified of Sebastian the dog, that’s why he called the demon like that : /

And gosh, that post got a lot of notes and I remember I was so bitter because, for all that knew back then, it was right… Sebastian wasn’t friendly with Ciel, and he was indeed scared of the big dog, it wasn’t the ideal relationship between kid and dog…

But I kept thinking to myself that it would’ve been kinda pointless and senseless for a little kid to call his butler after his dog just out of spite, you know??? There had to be certain meaning behind it, it had to be for a better reason… 

And now, some chapters later…

I’m honestly so happy to see this!!!!!!!

These panels represent a lot so… 

yeah, that’s all I had to say (^^;)

I am suddenly not feeling good

Study Love (Tim Drake x Reader)

Summary: Study session with Tim turns into something special

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Warnings: None

Tagging: @loudmouthwally @feithera

A/N: Thank you so much for 100 followers! You guys are so sweet; I love you to no bounds 💕Here’s a fluffy Tim to make up for all that angst!

much love,

celina drake-wayne 💕 @draketimbers

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(Y/N). She’s a wildfire on a sunny summery day, beautiful and destructive. She’s the current in the ocean, guiding marine life home. She’s a bonsai tree, well kept and personal, an ornament to some. She’s a library book, checked out and returned; loved but given away. She’s the sunken treasure at the deepest depths of the ocean, under pressure and mysterious, wanted, but never found. She’s an ever shining star, twinkling beside the moonlight, praised and wished upon, granting solitude and newfound hope. She’s the heavy rainfall after a drought, appreciated and fast-coming, burning against the skin and forceful upon impact. (Y/N) is the light in my darkness, a graceful ray of sunshine in my dark corners. Without her, there would be no me, because without light, there’s no shadow.

And when I talk about her, she’s the highlight of my day, and she has my upmost respect and admiration, a beauty upon my violent ridden scars.

Did you see (Y/N) today?

6:37 PM

Dick:

No, why?

6:39 PM

Jeez, Dick, she looked so perfect.

6:40 PM

Dick:

You say that everyday, Tim.

6:41 PM

Am I supposed to apologize? I can’t help it!

6:41 PM

Dick:

I know, Tim.

6:45 PM

She deserves the world!

6:47 PM

Dick:

I know, Tim. You tell me every day.

6:48 PM

I started blatantly at my wall, totally mesmerized by the idea of her, and everything she is. And the way her (H/C) shined in the flickering fluorescent lights of Gotham Academy; and the way her eyes sparkled in science class, the meaning behind life intriguing her to no bounds. I studied her more than my schoolwork, and I never study.

“Heyyo, Timmy-o.” Stephanie’s voice trickled in my bedroom and I jumped at the sudden booming of her high-pitched octave, “What’re you thinkin’ about? A special someone? What’s her name?”

I shied away, my cheeks turning a soft pink as I played it dumb, “Nobody,” I responded, cut off abruptly by Steph.

“Claire? Ariana?” I much have looked dead, so she took a leap of faith, “(Y/N)? Dude! Did you see her today?” Stephanie became excited, and so did I, even though I haven’t had any coffee in the last half hour.

“She’s so beautiful, oh my god.” I sighed, exasperated, suddenly jumping up when I remembered she was coming over to study tonight, “Oh my god! She’s coming over!”

Steph raised an eyebrow, her ocean blue eyes staring at me in disbelief, “What? Do you have like some robin-sense that’s telling you that?”

“No! We made plans and I totally forgot! Get out!” When Steph didn’t move, I shoved her out, “Like, now!” She laughed and shut the door behind her and I glanced at the clock, 6:51. Nine minutes to clean. I ran my hands through my hair at the sight of case files and dirty coffee cups. I started with the obvious, collecting pictures of dead bodies because, well, they’re dead bodies and she might judge me for having… crime scenes of ruthless murders. It took forever, and honestly I was so scared she might come early, as endearing as that may sound. I released the photos into a black biometric case, and shut it, listening to the soft click of success before taking a deep breath, stacking all the cups, gathering the glassware in my shaking arms. I fumbled with the doorknob and finally threw the door open, practically stumbling through the hallway and down the stairs to see an (Y/N) in all her beauty, talking to none other than Jason Todd.

She laughed her enticing laugh, and my eyes widened to the size of saucers, and when she threw her head back in some death humor Jason probably spewed, she eyes caught mine and her face brightened at the sight, amused by my obvious appearance of distress. She excused herself from Jason and met me halfway up the stairs, “Here, let me help.”

I began to shake my head but she took half of the cups anyway, a laugh escaping her perfect pinkish-red lips, “No worries, my room has twice the amount of coffee cups.”

I pushed away my nerves and spoke with a hidden nervousness, “I wasn’t aware it was a competition.”

Jason looked at me as I said this and furrowed his eyebrows, amused by my sad attempts at keeping some type of conversation going, “You’re an idiot.” Jason muttered under his breath, to where (Y/N) wouldn’t hear. I was grateful he didn’t say it as loud as he internally wanted too, as my whole being would shatter.

The demon however, didn’t have as much courtesy, “She’s been here for three minutes and you’re already making her carry stuff around for you, Drake? Pathetic.”

(Y/N) didn’t have any of this and I was frozen in my tracks as she spoke, “You’re the demonic brat? Cute. I expected you to be more… dark and scary.”

“Maybe I’ll be more dark and scary when I come to kill you in your sleep.” No chill. The demon is going to ruin this for me!

(Y/N) smirked, throwing both Damian and I off guard, “I’ll see you tonight then. I hope you kill me in some crazy extravagant way, and then I’ll make a super catchy headline. Teenage Girl Fed To Domestic Dogs After Getting Decapitated With a Spork. Catchy, right?” She found her way into the kitchen, leaving Damian fuming over her acceptance of his empty threats.

She’s amazing. Fearless. Crazy and infectious.

“Hey, Timmers!” She called and I ran after her, catching up to her in the large open kitchen, “How is your day going?”

“Uh…” I trailed, awkwardly trying to voice my thoughts, “Good, I guess?”

She started laughing, piling the dishes into the sink and grabbing the rest out of my trembling hands, “I know your day was extremely amazing, as I was there to cheer you up.” She whispered the last part, a smirk ever present on her lips.

I was awestruck by her words, as always, and I laughed gently, “Yeah, uh, yep.”

She rolled her eyes and walked over to me in an exaggerating effort, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding her body close to mine, “You’re such a dork.”

I sheepishly looked down upon her shoulders, not finding the strength to look in her gorgeous eyes. Nobody has ever made me feel the way she makes me feel, and it’s scary and joyous all at the same time.

“It’s good to see you.” She paused for a moment, and pulled away, a distant smile leaving a burning memory in my mind, “So, biology.”

I was dejected about our break of contact, and my voice reflected it clearly as we found our way to my semi-clean bedroom, “AP Biology.” I repeated, pulling out my textbook, flipping to chapter 29. She was silent, her concentration attended to the college text pages, her heart and mind accepting the information like a second language, and her eyes trailed over the lines, becoming more excited with every word she read.

She really was something else.

She’s like a river, flowing towards a big world full of opportunity. She’s like the highest mountain, hard to climb but admired. She’s a scientist, full of questions, and curious about the makings of the universe. She’s the northern lights, beautiful and seen by few, honored by all. She’s a solar eclipse, only seen once in a lifetime. But most importantly, she’s a girl. She’s a girl who holds my heart in her hands, carefully tending to it’s every need, just by flashing her pearly white smile. She’s a girl who’s strong, and independent, and intelligent, and beautiful, and wonderful, and nice, and gracious, and grateful, and inspirational, and she’s beautiful. She’s a beautiful work of art that was carved by the gods themselves, her persona radiating amongst all with unbeknownst power and influence.

She’s always been there for me, and for that alone she’s patient and accepting, loving and honorable. I’m not the best kid in Gotham, probably the most closed off. And she’s here anyway, claiming her title as the greatest friend I could ever ask for. And I’m head over heels, bending and twisting to her every need, making sure she’s safe and okay, and healthy and as wonderful as always.

“Tim?” (Y/N) spoke up, her voice sheepish and gentle, lacking the determination I’ve accustomed to listening to. I was already looking a her when she caught my attention and I felt the blood rush to me cheeks. Embarrassing, “I didn’t come here to study. It’s kind of awkward, really. It’s just that I,” She paused, searching for the right words, and my heart was racing beyond measure, “I think I love you. And I know tha-” her words faded out and my heart leapt out of my chest. Oh. My. God. This. Is. Really. Happening. Right. Now. I’m. Going. To. Lose. My. Shit. Oh my god, “And I can’t help but feel so attracted to you, and I don’t think I can handle being just friends anymore because I honestly just want to kiss you whenever I see you and I love being close to you and I can’t help myself when you just hold me in your arms. And you’re so kind, and you make me feel safe. I don’t feel safe with anyone but you, and I don’t know why, but I’m drawn to you like pen and paper. Just like A and B, I think we belong together, and if it’s just me then that’s okay. You deserve the world and I just need to tell you that I think you’re really hot and my heart catches on fire with everything you do and say, even if it’s just simple eye contact.”

Oh my god.

“And I think that you should know that my favorite color used to be green because well, nature, and then I met you and now all I see is blue. I can’t, ugh, oh my this is embarrassing, I’m talking so much. In case you started ignoring me, I’ll give you a summary: I love you, and I think you’re cute.”

I shut my biology textbook, and I was never really reading it anyway, “That was so cute.”

“You’re so cute! Oh my god, Tim! Stop!” (Y/N) s can you just stop my rambling because I really can’t stop, please make it stop-“

“Holy shit, we’re having a moment right now.” I noted, my eyes wide and ecstatic.

“We’re always having a moment, Timothy!” She whisper-yelled, running her hands through her hair, “I don’t know why I’m freaking out so badly right now but help. Help. Me. Calm. Down.”

Acting on impulse, I inched forward and my lips met hers, moving in perfect harmony, the electricity beaming like wildfire between us. This is perfect. Everything is absolutely perfect.

36 Questions

Summary: After a fight between Kylo and Rey on Ahch- To, Luke forces them to do an experiment to bond. [Or, the one in which Kylo and Rey (unknowingly) answer 36 questions to fall in love]
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 6,138
Additional Tags/Warnings: Implied smut, swearing

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Rey liked to think she was a forgiving person. It was hard, but grudges were unnecessary and time-consuming. She would very much rather move on with her life instead of letting something fester in her heart.

But Rey’s lack of grudge would always leave something much larger: A sense of caution.

Kylo hadn’t spoken more than five words to her for nearly a week. She first brushed it off as moodiness, but his sharp replies to simple questions such as “What are you doing?” or “Will you grab that for me?” was starting to make Rey not only angry but a bit sad as well.

He had come to the island only three weeks ago, expected by neither Rey nor Luke. It hadn’t been a nice welcome, but he’d insisted he’d defected from The First Order for good, and Luke was somehow inclined to believe him. Rey wasn’t sure about the decision, but she decided not to question her master.

It didn’t take long for him and her to go from behaving right back to where they started—chilly and biting.

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someone, hypothetically: ‘hey soft what is it that makes your replies and answers take so long??’
me, reading through the entirety of someone’s ic/rp tag in chronological order: ‘mAN I JUST DON’T KNOW!!!!’

So you’re going to a Halloween party

It’s the weekend of Halloween. You have your wig. You have your outfit. You have your youth. It feels…eternal. It feels like you’re gonna live forever.

You fools. You complete and utterly ghoulish fools. Nothing lasts forever. Hold on to the memories while you can. Take some damned pictures, slap on some stickers, and then post ‘em to your Tumblr.

Just tap the photo post type

It’s the blood-red icon.

Choose the photo you want to use

Try not to show your friends you took so many pictures of pumpkins. It’s weird.

Smash that sticker face

There are limited edition Halloween stickers made by Tumblr Creatr Laurène Boglio (@boglio) in there now. They’re scientifically proven to make your photos 10% spookier.*

Put that jack-o-lantern on your photo

You’re obsessed with pumpkins. It’s so fitting. You can rotate and scale the size of your stickers. Put ‘em anywhere. Make ‘em any size. Cover your weird friend’s face with the pumpkin, if you want.

Feeling this

A gravestone can liven up any picture. A touch of tasteful alien is an amuse-bouche for the eyes. Your dreadful photo is now an All Hallows’ Eve masterpiece. Congratulations, you fleshy, mushy, sinewy skeleton.  

Everybody is talking about the Mike/Eleven relationship this season (and not without good reason) BUT I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT THERE AREN’T MORE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT THE GLORIOUSNESS THAT IS THE MIKE AND WILL FRIENDSHIP.

Just a few examples of this goodness:

  • Mike literally refusing to leave Will’s side pretty much from the moment he got infected by the shadow monster until the final episode. 
  • Mike sleeping in a hospital chair next to Will’s bed at the lab
  • Will confiding in Mike about all the shadow monster episodes
  • “I’ll take care of him. Let me take him home.” (on halloween night)
  • Mike instinctually trusting Will about Dart being the demogorgon no questions asked
  • “If we’re both going crazy then I guess we’ll go crazy together.”
  • When Will had forgotten a lot of things because of the virus, but he hadn’t forgotten Mike
  • Mike trying to phone Will throughout the school day when Will didn’t show up to school
  • Joyce trying to send Mike home when Will’s infected and Mike is just not having ANY of that bullshit
  • The only time we see Will’s facial expression change when he’s under the control of the shadow monster is when a single tear rolls down his face after Mike has finished telling the story of the day they met
  • Oh no Will’s in trouble! *first thing we see is a camera pan to Mike’s worried face*
  • Oh so when Will wakes up in the disguised shack of course Hopper will be there in case something goes wrong. Joyce and Jonathan obviously, because family. Oh and Mike Wheeler, despite the fact that the rest of their gang of friends remained in the house.  
  • are you telling me that mike and will are like family because i am not emotionally ready to deal with that
  • When they’re all telling stories to get Will to snap out of it and Will’s own mother and brother have told heart-wrenching emotional stories and nothing’s come of it and the thing that finally gets Will to fight back and start replying in morse code is Mike telling Will about the day they met
  • Basically my emotions went everywhere when Mike was talking about the day that he became friends with Will 
  • “It was the best thing that I’ve ever done.”

You can go on and on about any of the other relationships between characters. But you cannot deny that the friendship between Mike and Will is literally the purest thing to ever exist on television.

To conclude, why are people not talking more about this beautiful example of everything good about the world that is Will Byers and Mike Wheeler’s friendship