never think that you are weak

I find it funny that Hufflepuffs are considered weak foodies when our most prominent examples of Hufflepuffs are Newt Scamander, Pomona Sprout, Cedric Diggory and Nymphadora Tonks. None of these ever appear weak in any point of the book, and with the exception of Professor Sprout (who doesn’t get much time devoted to her period) prove themselves to be strong individuals. 

In the book they are labeled as hard working, loyal, and kind. Apparently these are ‘soft’ options. Well I never knew someone who worked hard to be considered weak because it always takes perseverance to continue on in any endeavor, even ones you enjoy. Loyalty should speak for itself, it’s extremely difficult to find these days. It’s easy to write others off, it’s not so easy to stick with them, even when they have wronged you. I’d want a Hufflepuff as a friend, I’d much rather have that than someone I find it difficult to trust. As for kindness, people act like it’s an easy choice, that people are kind in general. Well I think if you take a hard look at the world you’ll find it’s very much the opposite. It’s actually rather difficult to choose kindness, when anger hate and negativity are so easy to fall into. 

I just don’t understand where the idea comes from that they are weak. I’d be proud to be in Hufflepuff house. 

……also the mascot is a freaking badger, go pet a badger and see how that shit works out for you. 

— buzz | 1.0 (m)

pairing— min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings— smut, masturbation with a twist, non-penetrative sex toy usage 
words— 4,851

:: summary: in which you’re unsure if you’ve ever received an orgasm and when you finally pluck up the courage to use the vibrator you bought that one day on a whim, Yoongi barges through the door…

» 1.0 :: 2.0 :: 3.0  ✓  
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Tips for Writing Romance from A Passionate Defender of the Genre

Here’s the thing: romance is not inherently interesting.

It’s not automatically compelling.

Romance is one of the hardest things to write, but if you’re clever and careful and pay attention, romance can also be one of the most powerful tools a writer can wield. Not only because love is a powerful and complex emotion worthy of exploration—although it is that—but because romance can function as plot, conflict, character motivation, development, world-building, etc. It can do so much heavy lifting for you, and in a way that is engaging, evocative, and tone-setting.

But you can’t simply cry “Love!” and wait for the applause. You gotta earn it. 

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Mr. Min - Prologue

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Implied Smut?  All the other chapters will have actual smut.

Word Count: 1661

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, demeaning names

A/N: This is a response to this request.  Thanks anon!

Playlist - Prologue - Ch 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 - Ch 06

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anonymous asked:

you know, i think one of my least favorite fandom interpretations is that, when shes not ladybug, marinette is weak and shy. I mean, clearly thats not true. Marinette was chosen to be ladybug BECAUSE she is brave and kind. Clumsy, sure, but definitely not shy. ( Sorry for dropping this in on you, wanted to vent )

no no i totally agree! i can’t stand that fandom interpretation, especially when it comes to the reveal and people write her as being too afraid to tell adrien she’s ladybug because he’ll be “disappointed” like….what???? or that he’ll “never love a girl like her” because….what?????

marinette has shown on multiple occasions that she knows she’s cute and she knows she’s good at what she does. the only time she’s ever been mildly insecure about anything was in origins when she was first starting out but she got over that pretty quickly.

marinette is so confident tbh. she has talent and she knows it. (like that time chloe copied her design for the derby hat and she didn’t feel a lick of insecurity; she knew that was her design and had the confidence to deal with it on her own)

she is not shy. she may get nervous every now and then and be shown to have anxiety, but shy???? fuck nah man. she’s not shy in the slightest. she’ll walk up to anyone and say hi to them and be the sweetest girl while doing it. (adrien, on the other hand, is a tad shy; but that’s a topic for a later discussion)

as for weak??? has anyone seen what that girl can do????? she straight up punt chat noir across the damn city and lifted him over her shoulders with ease. that boy probably weighs like 120lbs. and if you don’t mean physical strength, marinette has mental strength too. she’s smart and knows when she’s fucked up and apologizes immediately for doing so (see: lila.) she also gets over herself when it isn’t about her, which is a recent development, like with her jealousy about kagami

marinette was chosen to be ladybug because she is selfless and kind and brave and knows her faults but has learned how to work with them

im all for ending the “insecure/shy/weak marinette” trope this fandom has adopted because it just !! doesn’t make sense!!! it’s very out of character!!

Little Miss Cold Hearted (Alec x Reader) Imagine

A/N: I have no idea what I wanted for this imagine. It started out as something and ended as something else. Send some ideas for imagines.
Warning: A little cursing

   “Is this why my boyfriend in such a bad mood?” You asked as you walked into the infirmary. Seeing that there was a random redhead laying down in one of the beds.
“When is he not in a bad mood” Jace said rolling his eyes.
“Oh shut up Jace, who is she?” You asked
“You could of just asked me” said the redhead sitting on the bed
“but I didn’t, so who is she?”
“Her names Clary Y/N” Izzy said as she stood up next to you. “She a shadowhunter just like us but she didn’t know”“
“You know this how?” You asked. Izzy pointed at Clary shoulder and there above was the iratze rune. Well she have to be a shadowhunter to survive that you thought.
“Okay wait if she didn’t know she was shadowhunter who put the healing rune on her” you questioned.
“Jace did, is that bad?” Clary said
“Jace! You didn’t even know she was a shadowhunter you could of killed the poor girl. What in the world were you thinking?” You yelled. How could he be so thoughtless.
“I had a feeling she was like us so I burn it on her after she got bitted by the demon.” He said shrugging his shoulders.
“A FEELING! Well that would of done much if she had to died, You got lucky Wayland” you said as you turn to leave. “At least tell the girl about everything so she knows what going on” you added in before you actually left the room.
“There’s more to know?” Clary asked the two standing in front of her.
“Not really she didn’t know we told you most of it before she came” Jace replied
“Who is she? And are most of shadowhunter this rude because that make two out of the four I have met.”
“Her name is Y/N but you probably heard me say that to her, she’s a friend of ours and she also my parabatai. And no most of them are kind so is Y/N she just really stressed with everything at the moment.” Izzy told her.
“But the first one you met Alec he’s always like that but trust me he just as kind when you get to know him. He just likes to hide it”
“Why is she stressed and you guys aren’t? Aren’t you guys a team?”
“She getting married we aren’t” Izzy said pulling Clary to her feet “Now let’s show you around”

  You walked into yours and Alec shared bedroom after your long day.All you wanted was to see Alec. But he wasn’t there as you walked in, he probably was with Jace trying to figured out how to help the new girl. You started to get ready for bed you changed your clothes and we’re just finishing brushing your teeth when Alec walked into the room.
“I heard that you were rude today what’s wrong baby?” Alec asked as he wrapped his arms around you and you laid your head on his chest.
“I’ve been so stressed with this wedding planning and The Clave it’s all starting to get to me” you said. It was turning you in to a new person. All you wanted to do was sleep now knowing Alec was here with you.
“How about you get some rest and I’ll try to help you with some of the planning tomorrow”
“Thank you so much Alec” you said giving him a kiss. You and Alec both got in to bed. He held you close while he started to talk about his day, you slowly fell asleep to his comforting voice.
You woke up the next morning and Alec wasn’t there. It was nothing unusual since one of you usually had to get up early for a meeting or mission. You got up and quickly got dress and headed to the main room.
  As you walk in you could see Alec with Clary, Jace, Izzy and another person crowded around a table in the back so no one would pay attention to them.
“Why are you guys doing?” You asked as you walked up to them causing all of them to jump.
“Oops sorry about that” you said holding back a laugh. “Who this?” You asked as you point towards the brown haired boy.
“He’s my best friend Simon” Clary spoke while looking at you with a glare. Yup you deserve that after yesterday.
“We’re trying to find away for Clary to get back her memories ” Jace told you.
“Why don’t you try the Silent Brothers.” You suggest. Alec and them all look at you wondering why they didn’t think of that in the first place.
“Silent Brothers?” Clary asked no one in particular.
“Their hard to explain but they could get your memories back” Izzy answers
“Let’s go find them” Clary said turning around.
“Wait, you don’t know anything about them. What they do could kill you if you aren’t strong enough” you shouted, maybe it was the wrong idea to suggest that.
“You don’t think I’m strong enough” Clary said walking up to you.
“I never said you in particular, but if you aren’t strong enough it will kill you, your at higher rate since you known about this world for then less a day” you said to her looking at her in the face.
“So you think I’m some weak girl that doesn’t know about anything” Clary said getting more and more angry.
“Not anything about this world that’s for sure. You haven’t been train to fight at all I could probably knock you on your ass in seconds” you said keeping your ground
“Well why don’t you try” Clary said getting ready to fight. It wouldn’t look to good for you if you were caught fighting in the middle of the main room but you weren’t just going to back down from a fight. You were about to throw a punch at her but Alec held you back and Jace did the same thing with Clary.
“Would you two stop” Izzy asked but it didn’t really work.
“You know nothing about this world and thinking you can just walk in and own the place is ridiculous.” You said trying to get out of Alec’s hold but it was no used he was way stronger then you. Clary didn’t really know what to said but she did remember something that Isabelle said the day before.
“At least I know about important things like being kind people since I got here you been nothing but a cold hearted bitch to me, for what I’ve done nothing to you. Your fiancé probably only marrying you because he knows that no one could ever love someone without a soul or he just as bitchy and rude as you are” Clary shouted now getting the attention of everyone in the room. Izzy and theirs mouths drop. How could she say something like that you thought and so did everyone else. Alec’s gripped around you loosely from the shock of what she just said about him even if she didn’t know it was him. You step away from Alec and said “Go to Silent Brothers and get killed I don’t care, and for the record it takes a cold hearted bitch to know one” with that you ran out of the room not even looking back.
“Clary” Jace said looking at the girl. He didn’t know what to say
“Leave” Alec said
“What?” Clary asked
“I said leave now, leave the institute. You are no longer welcome here” Alec told Clary
“You can’t just kicked her out Alec” Jace shot back
“Why not? She try to start a fight and call the head of the institute at the moment awful seems to me that she doesn’t want to be here so she shouldn’t be.” Alec answer
“Wait now I never said anything about the-” Clary stopped for a second then said “She marrying the head of the institute, wow he must be something else to marry her.Where is he anyway?”
“I’m standing right in front of you” Alec said glaring at Clary. Clary looked like she sunk smaller since that came out of Alec mouth.
“I didn’t really me-” Clary started but Alec stopped her.
“Go with her Jace and see the brothers but The Clave will be hearing about all of this.”
Alec replied. “Everyone get back to work”
Everyone stopped watching and turn back to their work quietly talking about what just happen.
“Excuse me now while I try and find my fiancé” Alec said as he left the room
“Your going to be in big trouble” Izzy said as she looked at the two in front of her.

  Alec walked up to the garden knowing that’s where you went to calm down all the time. He saw you sitting on bench over looking the city.
“Hey” he said as he sat down beside you, you laid your head on his shoulder.
“Am I really a bitch that your only marrying because you think no one else will?” You asked even thou you knew the answer.
“No don’t ever think that, your my everything I fell in love with you.” He told you as he intertwine his hand with yours.
“I love you Alec Lightwood”
“I love you too Y/N soon to be Lightwood”

phoenix love | chapter 1

Summary: Are random encounters ever truly… random? Make sure to check with your soulmate. || soulmate au

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader [for now…]

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: As always, I never stick to my word. Enjoy the first chapter of my new baby, and please let me know what you think! | phoenix love masterlist

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Daddy Devil  { Dominance }

<– [Prologue] | [Submission] –>

Words: 5,630

Genre: Smut/Demon!AU

Warnings: Daddy kink, bondage, bdsm, etc.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM NAMJOONNNNNNNNNN!!! Love of my life, seriously. I have some many feels towards this man, ahhhhh

Anyway! Please enjoy this story! I’m not sure if there will be more following this, but if there is, I’ll be writing it at my own pace, whenever I feel like it, so ^^ fair warning~

In the meantime, please enjoy! It’s been a while since I posted the prologue, so if you need a refresher, or haven’t read it, I suggest you go and do that~ <3


You’re too tipsy to deal with anyone else tonight. Dragging your friend’s home from the bar had been trouble enough—especially when multiple male demons had paused you along your route to flirt and offer companionship for the night. Somehow you’d managed to convince them to turn down the strange offers, and had finally managed to shove them through the front door of their apartment building. You hadn’t even bothered walking them up to their floor, too fed up and tired and horny (you blame it on the alcohol) to even think about wasting another second on their drunken asses.

Managing to hurriedly walk home to your own apartment, you tumble inside and lock the door behind you. Third level rarely has many crimes, but you can never be too safe—especially when the residents of each level are allowed to travel freely…for the most part.

Dragging yourself through the tiny kitchen of your studio style flat, you pad into the main area and pull your tight fitting shirt over your head, shivering as the soft fabric brushes over perky nipples. Despite your minds weak protests, you’d decided to be a little…adventurous in your evening out, and had ventured around town without a bra. It excited you—like your own little secret…unless someone was sharp enough to notice, but at that point they’d earned the treat of knowing anyways.

Sighing blissfully, you sensually coast your hands across your chest, gripping the soft mounds. The artificially made moonlight illuminates every inch of your body, but on the third story of the building with no one else around, you can’t be bothered to draw the curtains, far too occupied by the way your vagina aches for more with each tug of your nipples between your fingers.

Head lolling back, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks, you continue to pleasure yourself, crafting an imaginary scene behind your eyelids to aid the growing pool of heat between your legs. Immediately, like all the other times, a tall, dark figure comes to mind. You can’t see the face of the man, but his body is sinful—his hands possessive as he grabs at you. You imagine him feasting on your breasts—all tongue and teeth—his vocabulary sinful as he stakes his claim, making you his.

“Fuck…,” you breathe hotly, your panties becoming soaked, and you hurry to undress yourself. Looping your thumbs under the band of your pants and also your panties, you tug them down in one fell swoop, kicking them from around your ankles and tossing yourself onto your bed.

One of your hands coasts down the expanse of your chest and stomach, migrating between your thighs. Your wetness immediately covers your fingers as you pull apart your folds, clit throbbing with anticipation.

Digging your heels into the messy sheets, you arch upward, a wanton gasp leaving your lips the second your fingers touch your most sensitive bud. Rubbing the swollen area slowly, you dip your digits down towards your opening, coating yourself in your wetness.

However, before you get the chance to touch your clit and pleasure yourself to your release, you’re interrupted. There’s a tap at your balcony window, and your eyes shoot open, blood running cold when you see a man sitting there, smirk on his face.

And not just any man…its Jungkook.

“Yah!” you screech at him as he innocently tugs at the glass door wall, happiness apparent on his features when he finds that it’s not locks. Sliding it open, clearly not caring of your state of undress or the fact that you’re bounding to your feet, haphazardly wrapping the white bed sheet around yourself, Jungkook steps inside.

“Maybe I should hang around your apartment more often,” he comments teasingly as he glances you up and down, and you scowl, knowing that he can tell how red your face has turned.

For the most part, you’re unfamiliar with Jungkook, but you know him. Everyone does. And for the most part, in return, he knows everyone. It’s his job to keep track of third level residents, after all, so he’d made a point to become acquainted with everyone. So, in the most basic sense, you know him. You’d encountered him maybe about a dozen time during your stay, and none had been unpleasant—in fact, you’d actually sort of taken a liking to his fun yet somewhat shy personality. But now—with him approaching you slowly, hidden intent marking his gaze—you’re wondering where that dash of shyness went, and if you’d ever known him at all.

“Y/N,” he beckons, voice calm. Jungkook extends his hand towards you, and your heart thrums, fingers twitching at your side because even though you have no goddamn clue as to why he’s here, he’s…tempting.

But you hold your ground, not giving in, your eyes narrowing at him.

“Why are you here?”

Jungkook grins and rolls his eyes. “You ask too many questions.”

Before you can blink, Jungkook is suddenly chest-to-chest with you, your nipples poking through the sheet and pressing into his sculpted chest.

“Hey–!” you begin to protest—because that’s the first damn question you’ve asked!—but Jungkook silences you with his lips, his tongue lapping up your surprised gasp and contented moan. Sadly, your contentment doesn’t last long—shattering the moment Jungkook grabs the end of the sheet you’re using to shield yourself and tugs—hard.

His strength obviously inhuman, you’re sent spinning and are only saved from sure disaster to yourself and your apartment by the fact that Jungkook grabs you—his hands steady on your waist as he waits for your head to stop spinning.

“You asshole!” is the first thing you cry, pounding your fist against his chest, knowing that he probably doesn’t even feel it. Having the balls to laugh at your futile efforts to detach yourself from him, Jungkook slips his hands down your sides—causing you to shiver—and grips each of your ass cheeks. He then proceeds to lift you up, leaning backwards so your chest is pressed flush to his, and without warning launches backwards and flies from your apartment window.

“Jungkook!” you scream, goosebumps prickling your skin as the night air rushes over you. Down below you can see buildings and a few scarce people in the late hours of the night, but that doesn’t fix your embarrassment in the least. Jungkook—the goddamn little shit of a guardian—is holding you by your ass, naked, and flying you over the entire damn city.

“Yes?” he finally responds, humor in his voice, and you match his gaze, eyes ablaze.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you hiss in a harsh whisper, not wanting to be seen or heard, dear god. “Put me down this instant!”

“Yeah?” he grins, licking his lips, and all of the sudden his grip on your ass disappears. You startle, eyes going wide as you fall away from him.

“Wai–!”

Before you can even finish there’s a strong hand on your ankle, and you squeal as you flip upside down, hair falling down towards the fading city below.

Jungkook!” you scream, attempting to clench your legs together, but it seems Jungkook has already gotten a perfect eyeful of your attributes, his teasing gaze now filled with undeniable hunger.

“I’m jealous,” he says, flipping you with ease, cradling you in his arms as if you’re a princess. “But He’s already asked for you, so I can’t lay my claim.”

You blink, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. What the hell is he talking about?

“What? Who asked for me? What the fuck is going on, Jungkook. You literally just came into my home and stole me away—while I was naked, mind you, which is unkind—to me and everyone, considering no one needs to see what it is I’ve got going on.”

Jungkook snorts a laugh. “What you’ve got going on, Y/N, is something I wish I’d noticed sooner—”

“Oh hush. You’re a baby.”

Pausing, Jungkook’s gaze darkens, tinting with dominance, his eyes flashing a hypnotic color of red.

“If you ever come back to third level and are returned to my domain, I promise I’ll show just how wrong you are…”

You gulp, thighs tightening as the threat tugs on the orgasm which you had been unable to reach just a few minutes earlier. You want to ask him what he’d do—because dear god the thought is suddenly so wonderful to imagine—but more importantly…

“Why would I not come back to third level?? Jungkook, where the fuck are you taking me?”

“To your daddy devil.”

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And you can feel them in your stomach
the butterflies you got when you were together 
all dying in your stomach and leaving you with this sickening feeling
like he's gone but you’re not quite finished 
It’s like you’ve built this fire together 
made something out of nothing
but all of a sudden he’s decided you’re not what he wants
and he spits on your flame in an attempt to put it out
But not quite

And you can’t pinpoint the moment you lost him
the moment that flame started to die and he decided not to feed it anymore
but you can still feel it
subtly, behind the numbness and pain he caused you
And you wish you didn’t because it’s hard enough trying to force a smile without bursting out in tears

And when you wander aimlessly in public
drowned in thought
You sometimes think you see him
darting through the crowd like a flash of lightning
And when he turns around, you immediately look away
because you don’t talk anymore
and that’s what you do when you break up
You pretend you didn’t just spend days, months, years, sharing your life with someone who can barely utter your name anymore
Who played you and spun you like a disco ball
then left you to figure out which direction to go in next.
And when you finally get back up on your feet
alone and flustered
you’ve got to tell yourself you’re alright and that it was him and not you
and try not to fall back down again

Now you spend your days in the past, wishing to live it all over again and be back in his arms
But you weren’t happy
you were just confused and lovestruck
kidding yourselves into happiness
A couple of silly teenagers so drunk on loving each other that their lives turned into a never ending hangover
Or so you keep telling yourself

You think you need him
because you can still feel that fire burning 
which’ll always give you this lingering feeling like you’re not quite finished with him
But he isn’t coming for you honey
cause you’re this hot rock falling from the sky and he was too weak to catch you

—  I wrote a poem because I’m sad
Masterlist of My Work (So Far)

GERARD WAY X READER

Blood (Gallons of the Stuff) x

If You Marry Me…x

When Our Brothers In Arms Are Gone x

Grey Hairs Are Visible x

I’ve Really Been On A Bender (And It Shows) x

If You Wanted Honesty x

Don’t Leave Me Here (In This House of Wolves) x

They Found You On The Bathroom Floor x

Kick Me Like A Stray x

S-I-N, I S-I-N x

You Don’t Work Here Anymore x

To Unexplain The Unforgivable x

Let’s Use Our Magic Powers With The Children x

My Way Home Is Through You x

I’ll Tell You All How The Story Ends x

All I Want For Christmas Is You x

I Am Not The Singer That You Wanted x

Drinking By The Mausoleum Door x

In The Best Damn Dress I Own x

I Lost My Way In Your City Lights x

Can You Hear Me? x

I’m Really Just Asking To Leave x

Someone Buy Me Roses x

The Ghost of You x

There’s No Way I’m Kissing That Guy x

Sing A Song For California x

What I’d Do Just To Get Back In Her Arms x

Tonight Belongs To Me x

We’re Never Good Enough x

Send You Roses When They Think You Need To Smile x

Your Demons And All The Non-Believers x

Piano Jam x

Highways I Call Home x

She’s Busy Hearing Voices x

This Is The Best Day Ever x

Dolls Are The Last Ones To Mate x

You Think Poor Is Cool x

Vampires Will Never Hurt You x

I Get So Weak x

Your Hopeless Hair x

Can You Take Me Home? x

If I Crash On Your Couch x

Stand Up Fucking Tall x

Tongue-Tied And Oh So Squeamish x

Remember Me x

We’ll Carry On x

On The Other Side Of A Jet Black Hotel Mirror x


FRANK IERO X READER

This Night Walk The Dead x

She Can Prove It With A Solid Right Hook x

I’d Photocopy All The Things That We Could Be x

How I Disappear x

…..To Change That Part x

The Drums of The City Rain x

I Wanna Do What’s Right By You x

Please Don’t Listen To A Goddamn Thing They Say x

Animals That Never Paid Attention In School x

The Roar of The Crowd Gave Me Heartache x

When Every Star Fall x

I’m Just A Man x

What The War Did To My Legs And To My Tongue x

Heartbreak, Heartbeats x

Bunny, Run x

Dance Alone To The Tune Of Your Death x


MIKEY WAY X READER

Just Like The Leaves Change In Colors x

Fix Your Eyes And Get Up x

Blow Me A Kiss Before She Goes x

Sing It For The Blind x

If You Give Me All You Got x

I Can’t Always Just Forget Her x

The Cameras Pull You Right Back Down x

I Won’t Ask For Much This Christmas x

Mama, Mama x

Desperate Summers x


RAY TORO X READER

The World Never Wanted Me x

I Hate The Ending Myself x

You Could’ve Raised A Baby Girl x

I Can’t Swim (Don’t Rub It In) x

We Like To Play x


PARTY POISON X READER

If They Get Me And The Sun Goes Down x

I’m Coming Back From The Dead (And I’ll Take You Home With Me) x


FUN GHOUL X READER

Let Me Be The One To Save You x

Kiss My Battery x


MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE  X READER

The Five Of Us Are Dying x


NON-SHIPPING

You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison? x

Truth Is Now Acceptable x

When I Was A Young Boy x

Like A Secret In Your Throat x

Give Us The Radio x

I Want You To Know What I Can’t Show The Outside x

Always be yourself. Never try to hide who you are. The only shame is to have shame. Always stand up for what you believe in. Always question what other people tell you. Never regret the past it’s a waste of time.  There’s a reason for everything - every mistake, every moment of weakness, every terrible thing that has happened to you. Grow from it. The only way you can ever get the respect of others is when you show them that you respect yourself and most importantly, do your thing and never apologize for being you.
Hogwarts Houses

When you think of Hufflepuff, think of dimpled smiles and curly hair. Think of diverse individuals. Hufflepuffs are more than loyal and cutesy. They’re fierce lovers, passionate, and sensitive. They’re not yellow flowers and sunshine. There are Hufflepuffs that are sad, depressed, angry, grieving, and lonely. Hufflepuffs are loud music, screaming the lyrics and long car rides where you don’t have to say anything, yet you can feel all the conversations between you and the passenger. Hufflepuffs are good at being independent, but can also be lovely company. Hufflepuffs remind me of smirks that change into laughter that rings  in the air, making its way in ripples to the listener’s ear. Hufflepuff is gentle by nature, but not afraid to be vicious and unstoppable when someone they love is in danger. Hufflepuffs are more that ditsy throw aways, they’re accepting, lovable and tough.

When you think of Ravenclaw, think of beautiful braided hair and glasses sliding down the bridge of a nose and painted nails. Ravenclaws are more than lonely, quiet, brains. Their intelligence is a gateway for them to be innovative. They have pride in their minds, but they also see value in athleticism, creativity, and whatever will make them happy. They analyze situations and are ridiculously empathetic. They’re unwavering diligence is what takes them places and makes them lifelong companions. Ravenclaws are blueberry tea, but not in a quiet, dimly lit room, they’re a cup of blistering tea being served to a community of people, uniting and provocative. They’re the smiles that shine on people’s faces when their favorite show comes on, and the ideology to never give up. Ravenclaws are the unity of the sun and the moon, and they’re not cowardly. They’re not people with their nose in the book, they’re better than that, they’re the curious people running their hand over the pages, feeling the text in the ridges of their finger. Ravenclaws are warm sweaters and a feeling of serenity.

When you think of Gryffindors, think of a confident smile, and energy that radiates to everyone in the room. Gryffindors are more than brave and brash. They’re immensely caring beings, with a soft spot for kittens and puppies. They’re charitable, and understanding. They are people walking around, eyes glazing over patrons, making sure there’s nobody in trouble. They’re the people waking up in the middle of the night and tiptoeing to see if their parents or siblings are okay. They’re the tiny creak in the wood floor and the fuzzy socks over cold feet. They’re not loud mouths, rather they’re the reason for the laugh. Their words echo, because they’re unexpected and appreciated. Gryffindors are a breath of fresh air on a foggy day. Don’t doubt their rationale, because they’re always thinking a step ahead. Not every Gryffindor is brave all the time. They break down and have weak moments, but their true characteristic is their ability to bounce back efficiently and not let the past stop them.

When you think of Slytherin think of furrowed eyebrows and bright eyes. Think of delicate hands and smirks. Slytherins are more than coy and cocky people. They aren’t all clever and plotting. Sometimes they’re just creative and think in a  different way. Slytherins are the pockets of friends that will never drift apart, because they get each other. They’re the misunderstood, the daring, the controversial, and the fantastic. There’s not an inevitable evil to them, but an inevitable spring in their step, and quiet intelligence that guides them. Slytherins are the people in the front of the class visualizing the material and going home and practicing in their own way. They’re invested in their own growth, but when they find someone to love they grow for them. They’re not selfish, but timid, and wary. Not all are judgemental and harsh, some are just vulnerable and want to make everyone happy, and realize that sometimes the only way to do that is to be reserved. Slytherins aren’t bullies. Slytherins aren’t out to get you. They’re willing to teach to help others grow, but they won’t be taken advantage of. Slytherins are like black skinny jeans and a need to improve their self.

Friendly reminder that you should NEVER blame yourself for your mental health. And NEVER let anyone ever tell you that it’s your fault that you feel or think the way you do. You NEVER choose to have a mental health problem, don’t let anyone make you think that and don’t think yourself that either!

Also, NEVER think of yourself as weak for taking meds. Those things are potent and I have nothing but respect for people who are able to take them and get through the day with all the bad side effects some of them have! You have no idea how strong you really are!

✯Super-hero & Super-heroine✯
  • “Honor and Truth will never fail against the enemy.”
  • “I fight because I have to.”
  • “No matter what you do to me, it won’t change anything. I will never break.”
  • “Talk, talk, talk… it’s always the same old speech, if you’re going to do something, JUST DO it already, so I can stop you.”
  • “Even if ONE person needs me, I will fight for them with everything I’ve got.”
  • “I never said you’d be easy to destroy, I said no one else could do it but me.”
  • “I have to look at myself in the mirror every day and shake off what I see, and still get out there and be strong for everyone else.”
  • “Powers are NOT the most important thing; you have to have the guts to stand up to the enemy with or without them.”
  • “Anyone can say they have the answers, but the real decisions are never easy.”
  • “My heritage is only a starting point, I defend everyone else’s right to their own.”
  • “I had the choice too, you know. I could have been as destructive and selfish as you, but I chose to rise above it.”
  • “You think this is an easy life for me? I wouldn’t wish this fate on anyone.”
  • “You can’t make war on the whole world!”
  • “The ones that did this to you are not responsible for what you’ve become. YOU are.”
  • “It’s not about what I want, it’s about what’s needed, and I can provide it.”
  • “Some are born with weakness of spirit and body, and a rare few are stronger than the rest. They have to lead an example so that the weak can hope.”
  • “People may not understand, but they will see, and they will learn through time, we have to be paitent.”
  • “That sounds like something a maniac would say.”
  • “I only need one shot, as long as it counts.”
  • “My burdens don’t lessen. They multiply.”
  • “When you fight through the pain and put blinders on to all the noise, you can move through anything.”
  • “Are you taking lives and destroying people’s peace? Then it doesn’t matter what your cause is, you’re the bad guy.”
  • “Careful your fear doesn’t turn to anger, careful your anger doesn’t turn to rage.”
  • “Those that hate the opposing side so ardently are doomed to become worse than the thing they despise.”
  • “When I say I protect everyone, I mean everyone. Not just those that claim they deserve it more.”
  • “As long as I am around, you won’t win!”
  • “I don’t do the sidekick thing.”
  • “I don’t do this for the fame or adoration.”
  • “All I know is what I am, and I was made to stop you.”
  • “Look at the horror you’ve caused! Look at all the bloodshed!”
  • That… I can’t pay for that, sorry.”
  • “Most of the time, people are just as afraid of me as they are of the bad guy.”
  • “Sometimes I don’t know why I still help them when they would turn against me at the slightest sign of fear.”
  • “I just want a normal life, but I didn’t get it.”
  • “If I had a normal life, I suppose I’d be like all the ones I try to save.”
  • “I can’t just sit here, idly by while innocent people suffer!”
  • “The ( mayor/counsel/prime minister/president ) has me on speed dial.”
  • “I’m not perfect. They only see what they want to see.”
  • “Ignorance and Vanity are diseases that infect even the most educated. THAT is the true plague of mankind.”
  • “I won’t turn my back on them!”
  • “Your fancy weapons and technology won’t win this!”

People saying using refs is cheating is like asking too many questions makes you dumb like no fuck you, it’s how we learn things smh

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Black Stars and Endless Seas by objectlesson / @horsegirlharry, art by @twopoppies

Posting Halloween day for @1dreversebang 

“Thank you,” Harry says, pursing his lips. The turbo lift dings as it comes to a stop, and Louis resits the urge to stride out briskly as the doors swing open. Instead he waits for Harry to lead, and follows, teeth grinding as his eyes sweep up the broad expanse of Harry’s back. S’just a quick, routine mission, he thinks, swallowing down the bubble or combined frustration and foreboding in his throat. You follow some weak orders, do your job, fly back and never think about him again. He’s not that cute.

Louis is good at lying to himself, so he does it all the way to the shuttlebay.

It doesn't hurt (Thor X reader request)

This was requested by @thestainonthefloor about Thor accidentally hurting you during sex. enjoy!
((warning: smut))
REQUEST HERE
X X X
You never knew how you, a mere mortal in the avengers tower, could’ve taken the attention of Thor. The first time you met, something instantly clicked, and after a few months after the New York incident, you started going on dates and it grew to a loving relationship.
Thor was never the dominant one in the relationship. But here you are, Thor pushing you up against the wall, pulling down your wrist with his strong hands. Because Thor was very, very powerful, you were the dominant one more times than not, but you thought letting Thor loose once in a while wouldn’t be so bad.
He kissed your neck, biting and tugging and pulling violently. He pushed your legs apart so he could go in between them. “Thor,” you muttered, jerking up your hips. Both of you were completely undressed, and you needed friction. Now.
“Patience, my love,” he said, biting her sweet spot.
He teased your dripping core with his hard member, making you groan in frustration. “Thor,” you whined.
He entered you, painfully slowly. You gasp when he stretched your walls. Then he started moving.
At first it was pure bliss, but then his hands closed around your wrists tightly, and it was extremely painful. You shouted in pain, but Thor didn’t notice, thinking it was satisfaction. “Thor!” you tried to push him away. “Thor!” you said louder. He finally got your point and slowly moved away. “what seems to be wrong, love?” he asked softly, his hand gliding on your torso. “nothing,” you muttered. “I’m just tired.”
But Thor knew you better than that.
X X X
After last night, a white pulsing scar circled your right wrist. You tried moving it, and it hurt. You tries pressing your forefinger on it and it stung like hell. You didn’t know why it hurt your right wrist more than your left, but you knew one thing for sure: something was very, very wrong.
You decided to go to none other than Bruce Banner.
“(Y/n)? Thor’s not here,” Bruce said when you got in his work place. You scoffed, “I wasn’t looking for Thor.”
“Really?” Bruce asked.
You would never admit that you were clingy, when in fact, you were very clingy. Bruce went on a mission with you two weeks ago, and you couldn’t stop talking about Thor. Out of all the avengers, Bruce knew you most. That and he was your best friend.
Yeah, Tony teased both your taste in friendahip and love.
“so… What’s wrong?” he asked hesitantly. (Y/n) simply held of her hand in reply. Bruce’s eyes furrowed in confusion. “what happened?” he asked.
“Thor happened,” You huffed. “what the hell… What were you doing with Thor?”
You blushed beet red. “promise not to tell anyone?” You whispered. Bruce raised his eyebrows. “is this why I think it is?” asked Bruce.
Damn his big brain.
“because you fucked him? Seriously?” he asked, amused. “Shut up, Banner!” you hissed, “Tony has cameras.”
Bruce laughed, “come here, (Y/n).”
You followed him, and he placed you hand under the X-ray. Scanning just took a while, but the results were painfully long.
“I have it,” Bruce said, turning on the projector. “Finally,” you sighed. “show me something.”
Bruce turned off the lights, faint blue light rushing to the screen, showing the skeletal hand figure on it. “Shit,” Bruce whispered. You tilted your head in confusion. “looks fine to me.”
“There’s a crack,” Bruce pointed out. Sure enough, there was a small, slightly visible crack on your wrist. You sighed in relief. “just a crack.”
You slapped Bruce’s back, but you were the one who got hurt. Pain shot from your wrist to the rest of your body. “ow,” you complained. Bruce simply shrugged. “you don’t understand, (Y/n). you should use a cast.”
“Should? Meaning I don’t have to?”
“a cast is going to accelerate the healing process.”
“I can’t use a cast, goddammit,” you whispered breathlessly, “Thor is going to find out.”
Bruce eyed you suspiciously. “why does it matter?”
“I don’t wanna ruin what we have.”
X X X
“(Y/n)?” Thor said, knocking frantically at your door. “(Y/n), I know you’re in there.”
You stayed quiet inside your room, hoping he would give up.
“(Y/n), I swear if you don’t come out right now may the gods of Asgard-”
You opened the door, mainly because you were sick of all the ruckus, but also because you know what asgardian swears mean.
“Were you going to curse your girlfriend, Thor?”
Thor just stood there, taking in your body. You were wearing a white Ramones muscle shirt tucked into a short floral skirt.
“what?” you questioned letting you right hand hang loose on your side, trying to minimize movement.
“You are not allowed to roam the tower with that… Piece of cloth,” he declared, pushing his way inside.
“what, why?” you asked quizzically, shutting the door. “because men would stare at you, love.” he circled his arms around your torso, slightly gripping your right wrist. You winced in pain, pulling away instantly.
Thor pulled away in shock. His eyes widened. He took your wrist gently, looking at the white scar. He kissed it gently, sending a smooth, pleasant shivers through your body.
“Who did this to you?” he demanded.
“Thor, please.” you breathed inhaling his scent. He smelled… divine.
“Who did this to you?” he repeated, louder this time.
“You did this to me! Alright?” you exclaimed. Thor took a cautious step back. “That was why you have been avoiding me,” he said in realization, and for the first time ever, his voice was shaking. His gaze fell to the ground. “I’m a monster.”
“Thor, you’re not-”
“I should’ve known,” he regarded. “sometimes I forget that you are only a mortal.”
“Really?” you asked frustratingly. “Are you really being racist to me?”
“You’re not strong enough-”
“Not strong enough?” You exclaimed angrily. “Not strong enough? So you think I’m weak? why don’t you think of-”
“You’ll never be strong enough for me!”
Your hard dropped because he shouted. He never shouted. Not at you.
A tear fell from your eye. “I guess-I guess not.”
You walked out of your own bedroom slowly. You could hear Thor shouting your name, but you never looked back.
X X X
Of course, you ended up in Bruce’s room while he was working overnight in his lab.
You slept peacefully in Bruce’s unmade bed, that was until someone laid besides you. “How did you get here, Thor?” you sighed, then turned him slowly.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, but he was being very, very gentle. “I’m sorry, love,” he said slowly. You smiled weakly. “it’s okay,” you reassured. “do you want to try again?” Thor suggested hopefully.
“Of course, Thor,” you said, comforting him.

“But not in Bruce’s bedroom.”