no one asked for you to save the world

Why are we not talking about the tractor thing in AoU. Like, Laura walked up to Tony, a genius multi billionaire superhero and asked him to fix her family’s tractor, and he didn’t even hesitate??? He’s one of the most powerful men in the world and he went straight to that barn to help his friend’s wife. TONY STARK IS NOT SELFISH. He would do anything for his friends, and I’m not talking about just over the top self sacrifice, the little things too. He’ll carry a nuke into a wormhole to save you, but he’ll also drop everything to fix your farm equipment because that’s who Tony Stark is.

“Why do you write sad things?” is one of the hardest questions I’ve always been asked.

How could I answer that? How could I tell you that all I have is sadness, and all I can share to the world is sadness? How could I tell you that every time I get a little glimpse of happiness, I always just save it for myself, keeping it close to my heart, memorizing every details and feelings, and not writing it down because writing it down feels a lot like giving it away, like I am letting that little happiness go. How could I tell you that I write sad things to purge it out from my system? That it is impossible to write sad things without sadness consuming you to the core to the point that all you can do is to bleed it out on the paper. How could I tell you that? That I write sad things to let it out, hoping that one day it would never come back, that maybe one day, I will finally succeed in writing all my sadness away.
—  cynthia go // Why do you write sad things?

All the LGBT Movies that I have seen, and at least 20 of those were in the span of about a month. Some I loved, some I liked, and some I didn’t like, if you wanna know which ones I recommend, hit my ask box! I also have a list underneath this with ones that I have yet to watch.

Likable Villains

Anonymous asked:

My villains aren’t likeable. I am really struggling to make my villains appealing… Do you have any tips? 

1) Give them a sympathetic motivation. For example, maybe they’ll stop at nothing to rule the world, but their goal of world domination comes from wanting to make their father proud. Or, perhaps you have a super villain who creates a weather machine that blocks out the sun, but they do it to save their sister who can’t survive in sunlight. 

2) Show their softer side. For example, show their tender affection toward a loved one, toward an animal, or something beautiful, like art or music. 

3) Give them scruples. In other words, give them a line they refuse to cross, like they refuse to harm innocent people, or they won’t kill anyone.

4) Make them know and care that their ways are wrong. Some villains don’t know their ways are wrong. Many know and don’t care. Try showing that your villain knows their ways are wrong, and that they care, but that they need to stick to their objective regardless.

5) Give them redemption. If you really want your readers to like your villain, give them some form of redemption before the end of the story, like having them sacrifice themselves to save one of the good guys. Obviously, you can’t do this without some setup ahead of time–your reader will need to understand why the villain would suddenly do this benevolent thing–but if it works with your story, it can be a great way to make your villain easier to like.

Have a writing question? I’d love to hear from you! Please be sure to read my ask rules and master list first or your question will not be answered. :)

Oda drew what happened after Strong World ended :D The last three seconds :)

Besides Nami blushing, there’s one more thing I liked about these drawings.

I like how Oda made Sanji have his hand to his ear like Luffy

You want to know why? Because to Sanji, hearing the words from Nami saying “I know you’ll definitely come save me” sounded like she was asking her lover or savior to come for her and it sounded romantic to him, and we all know who Nami said it was meant for ;-)

Sanji wishes and deludes himself to thinking those words were for him when in fact it was for Luffy the whole time

Hence why she’s so embarrassed by Luffy hearing it hahaha

Save Tonight

This is for @dr-dean ‘s A/B/O Birthday Challenge! My prompt was the song Save Tonight by Eagle Eye Cherry. I hope you enjoy it, love!

Summary: Dean and Cas prepare to face yet another doomed situation.

Warning: Smut, a/b/o dynamics including knotting, alpha!Cas and omega!Dean, angst

Word Count: 1700ish

A/N: Feedback always welcome! XOXO

“How many times have we saved the world now?” Dean asks.

He sounds so tired. Too tired. Cas wants to put him to bed and make him sleep until those dark circles under his eyes are gone. But that’s not an option right now. It’s never an option. “Quite a few,” Cas answers instead, watching Dean closely as he takes a drink of his beer.

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This is Mohammad Alaa Jaleel. He works as a paramedic in Aleppo, Syria.

When he’s not at work, tending to the human victims of the war, he spends his free time taking care of stray cats. They have been left behind by people who have been forced to leave their homes to escape the horrors of war.

He protects these cats, and uses his savings to keep them well-fed.

One girl was heartbroken when she had to leave her beloved cat behind, and asked Alaa to take care of her until they can come back home. He sends her pictures of her cat regularly, reassuring her that her cat is being taken care of.

“Someone who has mercy in their heart for people, has mercy for every living thing.”

With all the shit that is going on in the world right now, this story warmed my heart and gave me joy, and I wanted to share that with you guys :)

Paint Me Like One of Your French Girls

Request: What if the reader was an animation student (I’m an animation student in Ohio) and she had an assignment for a class where she needs a nude model? So she asks Steve to be her model and she had him do a few sexual poses. (I just need some gold old smut and some thigh riding xD…) I can always request something else, if need be!

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Thigh Riding (one of my damn weaknesses), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), language. Watch your ovaries, ladies.

Originally posted by luvinchris

Going to school, as an avenger, was no easy task. Going to school isn’t easy as it is, I have to save the world on the side, too! Sleep isn’t coming to me very easy these days.

The time currently reads 2:33AM and I’m wide awake.

I’ve been trying to sleep for the past hour and a half, and it’s been fighting me. Sleep isn’t going to be coming any time soon.

Groaning, I drag myself out of bed, and run down to the kitchen for a glass of water.

On to the way to the kitchen, I hear someone grunting coming from the training room.

‘I’d know that sound anywhere.’

Walking into the training room,  I lean up against the wall. This is always a pretty sight. I could watch this all day long.

“You just gonna stand there and stare, (Y/N)?” Steve turns and smiles at me.

Sweat beads drip down his temple and into his tight shirt. (You know the one ;)

“S-sorry Steve, it’s kinda hard not to.” Chuckling, he unwraps his hands after his assault on the punching bag.

“It’s alright, (Y/N). Can’t sleep?”

“No, sleep avoids me at all costs these days.”

“I understand, doll. Did you need something?” Blushing, I play with the hem of my shirt.

“Um, I didn’t, but now that I think about it, maybe you could help me with something?”

“Sure, (Y/N) what can I help you with?”

“I have a project in my class due next week and I haven’t even started it yet, I haven’t had any inspiration. But I think I just did.”

He chuckles.

“Alright, what do you need me to do?”

“Well, don’t look so excited yet, you might not want to once I tell you what I need.”

“Well I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

“I need a nude model.”

Steve looks up, stopping unwrapping his hands in the middle of his second one.

“A nude model? Like, naked?”

I laugh, he’s so cute.

“Yes, Steve. That’s what nude means.”

“Uh, um. Are you sure you want me?”

‘Oh God…oh God, oh boy do I…’

“Of course I WANT to, Steve. I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t. Like I said, I didn’t have inspiration, but I just struck it.”

He drinks out of his water bottle.

“Uh, a-alright. When do we do this?” I can tell he’s really nervous.

“Steve, you don’t have to if you don’t want to..I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s alright, (Y/N), I’ll be fine. We can do this.” I feel like he’s trying to convince himself, rather than tell me.

“Alright, you wanna do this right now? We’re both exhausted but having trouble finding sleep, why not try to get some type of work done.”

Steve smiles.

“Alright, doll. Lead the way.” Steve runs his fingers through his hair, carrying his water bottle with him.

“Come on then” Steve follows me.


Steve and I make it to my room where I keep all my art supplies.

“Alright Steve, let’s get this done.” Steve gulps and looks up at you through his eyelashes.

“That means you need to get nude, Stevie.”

“O-oh, okay.”

“I’ll turn around if that makes you feel better.” I turn my back to him to give him some privacy.

I hear him rustle around with his clothes before he speaks.

“I-I’m ready.”

I turn around and ho-ly shit. God this man is so fucking gorgeous, like my God.

“O-okay. Sorry, I’m gonna try to be professional about this,” My eyes drag over him one more time. “But oh my, God..this is gonna be difficult.” Steve has a deep blush going on, from his neck to his ears to his face.

“Don’t be shy, Steve. Believe me, you have nothing to be nervous about. Wow.”

He drags his lip between his teeth.

“Alright, (Y/N) whats my first pose?” Oh yeah, we’re doing work.

“Um, just sit on the bed for now, almost like you’ve just come out of bed and are trying to wake yourself up.”

He sits down, he has his legs pushed together, as if he’s trying to keep himself hidden.

“Steve, the whole point of a nude model is the NUDE part.” I smirk and raise my eyebrow.

He draws in a big breath and spreads his legs, his large member (even when it’s soft) lays flaccid against  his leg. He hangs to the left, I take note.

‘Oh my, Captain. He must be massive.’

I drag my lip between my teeth, and getting to work. As I’ve drawn him, I’ve noticed his dick has started to harden.

‘Oh God I should have known this was going to be so fucking hard, no pun intended, me.’

I clench my thighs together, trying to relieve some pressure.

“Alright Steve, I have an idea.”

He leans up, resting his elbows on his knees.

“What do you need me to do, doll?” His voice has gotten deeper, sexier. If that was even possible.

“Would you be willing to do some sex positions for me?” His eyebrow raises.

“Sex positions? How am I supposed to do that alone?” I chuckle.

“I’ll show you, Stevie.”

Guiding him as best as I can into some, rather compromising positions, I begin to draw him.

He is standing up now, with his cock in his right hand, and I’ve told him to make it look like he’s thrusting into someones tight, wet heat. Oh God at this point, my cunt is soaked. I need him, I need something. I can’t even focus right now. His cock is so hard…so long and so thick…fuck this, I want him.


He turns his head to look at me.


“I have another idea.”
“Tell me.” He’s almost breathless, and I can tell he’s becoming desperate too.

“Sit down on the bed, lean back on your arms and spread your legs.

He does what I ask, no questions asked.

Oh how I want nothing more than to jump on top of him, and slide my wet pussy down his massive cock.

But I wanna play a bit first, if he’ll allow it…

“I-I wanna try something…is that okay?”

“Do whatever you need, doll.” I know that’s a welcoming invitation.

Stripping out of my own clothes, all except panties, I understood why he was so shy. This is nerve wracking.

However, seeing his reaction tells me I have nothing to worry about.

“Have you ever had someone ride your thigh, Steve?” Biting my lip, I bring myself on top of him, straddling his left thigh.

“No…can’t say I have, (Y/N) but I have a feeling it’s going to be quite a beautiful site.”

I bring myself down on his thigh, the friction from his thigh and my panties against my cunt is almost too much to bear.

“Oh fuck, Steve.” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him, bringing his mouth to mine, our tongues dance together, battling for dominance.

I begin to grind myself against his thigh, slowly at first, back and forth, back and forth until I feel myself about to cum. He can tell I’m close as I go faster and faster, chasing that sweet release.

He suddenly flips me over, stopping my assault on his thigh.

“F-fuck Stevie, why did you stop me?” he growls.

“If you’re gonna come you’re gonna cum around my cock. I saw the way you were admiring it, doll. What, never seen a cock as big as this?” He grabs his cock and smacks it against my clit a few times.

“God, Steve please. Please fuck me.” I’m never one to beg for anything, but I need this…

He smirks.

“You never answered me, (Y/N)”

“No Steve, I’ve never seen a cock as big or as pretty as yours and I want in inside of me, so deep.” He groans, and shoves his cock into me. Slowly at first, then a little faster.

“More Steve, I can take all of it, I want it all.”

“Yeah? You want me balls deep inside your cunt baby?”

God vulgar Steve is a good Steve.

“Yes, please, all the way.” He does just that, all the way until his balls lay against my ass.

Thats when he starts going rough. Hard, rough, fast. This is pure raw fucking and nothing more.

And it’s so fucking hot.

“God Steve I’m about to cum!”

“Yes baby, let it out, don’t hold back. Cum on my cock, I’m right behind you.”

A few more sloppy thrusts later we’re both coming apart at the same time.

“God that was amazing, doll…”

“Oh yes, God that was everything I was hoping it would be…”

“You’ve thought about sleeping with me before, doll?”

“Oh God so many times, Captain.” I say captain a little seductively.

He takes in a sharp intake of breath. I smirk, looking into his eyes.

“Oh? Someone likes to be called captain in the bedroom, too hmm? Oh man, I can’t wait till our next time.” I run my finger down his spine.

“If you don’t behave yourself doll we’re gonna have round two before you’re ready…”

I laugh and kiss him on the cheek.

“Did you get what you needed before we got distracted, doll?”

“Yes, Cap. It’s perfect…thank you.”

We lay down in my bed, still nude.

“Stay with me for the night?”

“I’ll stay with you forever.” We end the night with a deep, passionate kiss.

I have a feeling I’ll get an A+ ;)

TAGS: @erieann19


‘Do you think it’s dangerous?’ Fern asked Roosje on their way home.

‘Pfft!’ Roosje snorted. ‘They are men, Fee, everything is dangerous in their world. It’s the easiest way to be heroic, you know. Oh no, I don’t like this banana, it seems dangerous to me, let’s take the other one, and - bam! - with this graceful heroic move he saved you from the dangerous banana’.

‘There’s so much wisdom in you’, Fern smiled. ‘Your life must be tough’.

‘You can’t even imagine, my friend. You can’t even imagine’.

Dracula Untold [Sentence Starters]

“Sometimes the world doesn’t need another hero, sometimes what it needs is a monster.”

“Men don’t fear swords. They fear monsters.”

“Death cannot separate us, for one life is born from the other.”

“But what kind of man crawls into his own grave in search of hope?”

“You are alive because of what I did to save you!”

“There is always a price for power.”

“What is it that you are seeking?”

“I want the power to destroy my enemies and save my family.”

“Let the games begin.”

“Why spill blood if not for the pleasure of it?”

“And you believe you know what it means to be a monster?”

“You have no idea.”

“What is happening to you?”

“May God strike down whoever did this to you!”


A/N; This took a while hha its short but I will update it whenever I remember to. 



Farmers Refuted. (Sassyness)

Stay alive..(ANGSTY)

More Then Friends. (SMUT)

I’m Not Kinky I’m Creative (FLuff)

Best Of Wives and Best of Women. (Part one to sadness)

The World Was Wide Enough. (Part Two to sadness)


I’ll Be Right Here. (Angst)

Please stop fighting (X READER X MULIGAN X LAFAYETTE)


I should come to the park more. (Angsty fluff)

Laurens Interlude (Angsty fluffy



Please stop fighting (X READER X MULIGAN X LAFAYETTE)


You saved me from a spider. (Random Fluff)

You’re afraid of what?! (More Random Fluff)

You’re beautiful (MORE FLUFF??) 

Did you lose the engagement rings?! (So Much Fluff)

I Promise I won’t Let You Fall. (FLUFFYY)


You lost the ring, didn’t you?


Red Umbrella (Gender neutral)

Taking In Strays - Chapter 2 - Steve Rogers Fanfic

A/N: Again i dedicate this chapter to my friend that went through this situation in real life. She has been 100% supportive of this story, helping me to write the difficult parts. At some points i have had tears running down my face as she described a past none of us were aware of. 
Summary: Emily Embers is at rock bottom, doing what she can to care for her son after the death of her husband. A fall on an icy street finds her in the arms of Steve Rogers, who offers her some assistance that she gratefully accepts, but little does Steve know just how deep he will have to get himself into someone elses world in order to save them. 

Triggers/Warnings: Graphic description of forced self harm
**** There is one paragraph that is particularly graphic. This is in bold italic text, so if you do not want to read it you can skip past it***

Chapter 1


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Taking In Strays – Chapter 2

Emily stood in the centre of the living area and gazed in wonder at the pile of bags and boxes in front of her. Somehow she had slept through all of her belongs being delivered to Steve’s apartment, though looking at the pile it wasn’t as if there was that much.


The sound of Steve’s voice made her head spring up, smiling as she saw him in the kitchen at the coffee maker;


“Coffee? There’s a fresh pot just finished brewing”

Her stomach rumbled, it had been weeks since she’d had a ‘real’ coffee. A real fresh coffee;

“Yes, please”

Moments later he was passing her a steaming mug, one that smelt a thousand times better than the instant she’d made him not twelve hours earlier. Sipping the dark liquid she closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh; whatever was going to happen with her and Mickey’s life, right now she was in heaven. Again her stomach rumbled and Steve’s quiet laugh made her eyes spring open.

“There are fresh pastries on the counter behind you”

She turned and looked to see where he was pointing; surprised to see a basket almost overflowing with baked treats;

“When did you have time to get these?” she asked, taking a plate from the neat stack next to the basket and helping herself to a croissant.

“The extraction crew dropped your stuff off just after six. I went for a run once they were done then stopped off at the bakery on the corner of Miller and 71st

Emily did the mental calculation, stopping mid bite as she glanced at the clock;

“Its 6.45am”

Steve looked up and smiled;


“You ran around ten miles, stopped off and got baked goods, and then made it back all in the space of less than forty five minutes?”

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  • Natsu: I’m not sure, guys. What makes you think we can beat Zeref and Acnologia?
  • Gray: What makes you think we can’t?
  • Natsu: (angrily) Who asked you!?
  • Gray: I’m speaking from experience! We have to fight because if we don’t we’ll never save the world! What are you afraid for, Natsu?
  • Natsu: No one said anything about being afraid! I just don’t want to hurt the innocent bystanders, that’s all!
  • Gray: No one said we had to hurt them! All we have to do is get rid of Zeref and Acnologia!
  • Natsu: (retorts) And how do you propose we defeat them, especially without hurting the innocent bystanders? Any bright ideas under that fancy necklace!?
  • Gray: At least I’m trying, Flamehead! And don’t make fun of my necklace!
  • Natsu: (lunges at Gray, thus beginning the fight) That’s it!
  • Lucy: (desperately tries to separate the boys) Stop fighting! Do I have to separate you two like a couple of children?
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Ask Prompts
  • Hero: Have you ever felt like the weight of the world rested on your shoulders?
  • Partner: Describe your best friend.

Blue/Red Rescue Team

  • Caterpie: Have you ever been in a situation where you were lost?
  • Magnemite: Have you been on any teams?
  • Skarmory: Describe a time you were frightened.
  • Gengar: Have you ever helped someone despite your feelings towards them?
  • Gardevoir: Have you ever taken one for the team?
  • Absol: Have you ever experienced a natural disaster?
  • Alakazam: Do people consider you a leader?
  • Rayquaza: Have you ever been the one to come and “save the day?”

Explorers of Time/Darkness/Sky

  • Wigglytuff: What is your favorite food?
  • Chatot: Describe something that made you angry.
  • Loudred: Would you consider yourself loud?
  • Diglett: Are you good at remembering names and faces?
  • Dugtrio: What is one of your daily responsibilities?
  • Chimecho: Would you consider yourself to be a “social butterfly?”
  • Croagunk: Describe something quirky about you.
  • Sunflora: What cheers you up?
  • Corphish: Are you quick to trust someone you’ve just met?
  • Bidoof: What is a big wish of yours?
  • Spoink: Describe a prized possession of yours.
  • Drowzee: Have you ever manipulated someone to get what you want?
  • Marill: Do you have any siblings?
  • Azurill: Describe a weird dream that you have had.
  • Skuntank: Have you ever been wrongly accused of something?
  • Dusknoir: Have you ever done something out of self-preservation?
  • Grovyle: Have you ever sacrificed something for the greater good?
  • Celebi: Do you have a crush? If so, describe them!
  • Dialga: If you could control time, what is one thing you would use your powers to do?
  • Manaphy: What is your favorite candy?
  • Cresselia: Do you have any long term goals?
  • Armaldo: Do you have anyone you see as a mentor?

Gates to Infinity

  • Munna: If you had the power to control people’s dreams, how would you use this power?
  • Quagsire: Describe your secret identity (real or fake, you choose).
  • Swanna: Are you a good cook? If so, what do you enjoy creating most?
  • Dunsparce: Describe a way in which you have grown stronger over the years.
  • Emolga: Describe a time in which you were selfless.
  • Virizion: Do you have anyone you look up to as an idol?
  • Keldeo: Have you ever done something with good intentions that has accidentally hurt someone else?
  • Espeon: Describe something you are proud of.
  • Umbreon: Describe someone important to you.
  • Gurdurr: What is one thing you are good at?
  • Hydreigon: Do you have a tendency to ramble on about things that excite you?


  • Team ACT: Describe a time you felt like you had a lot of power.
  • Team Meanies: Have you ever stolen something?
  • Team Skull: Describe a time you regret doing something.
  • Team Charm: Describe a time you remember fondly.
  • Team AWD: Have you done anything against all odds?
  • Team Slacker: What unmotivates you?
  • Team Tasty: Do you have any friends that are the complete opposite of you?


  • Pokemon Square: Where is your favorite place to shop?
  • Rescue Team Base: What is your dream house?
  • Treasure Town: What song do you have in your head right now?
  • Wigglytuff’s Guild: Describe a good memory from school.
  • Sharpedo Bluff: Do you have a “secret” place? What is it like?
  • Pokemon Paradise: Where is your dream place to live?

anonymous asked:

Yennefer stans are so salty... People have fucking opininos, deal with them. They do not affect you in any way.

Opinion is one thing. What I do not agree is twisting what happened in the books. Yennefer is Ciri adoptive mother and that should be obvious for anybody who read them.  Even in the games Yennefer do everything she can to find her daughter. For a reason Yennefer and Geralt are the most interested about  saving their daughter from Wild Hunt. Geralt and Yennefer were willing to do everything for Ciri. It is something what comes from the creator of the world of the Wiicher himself and then is continue by people who make a game.  Just becouse you have other romance option in a game it doesn’t mean you can put that person in a role in which she doesn’t belong to.

and so: i am reminded again why the most effective solution isn’t always the most appropriate one –

– & why should i beat myself up, & spit on week-old sunshine, to prove my point? my point is that i’m not a part of the world’s stash of lost and found, & i don’t need to be saved, & i didn’t intend to save you, but yesterday is ancient and tomorrows have yet to be born so i guess empathy is heroism & silence is virtue, at least in this coldly familiar room

and so: i am lost inside myself once again, searching for obsolete answers and asking unanswerable questions –

– & why should i change to become, what is so difficult about coming to change? i’m still here, but i’m not here, and i see right through these walls, i’m walking straight through the empty battlefield. & i know this is a war that will never be waged, & the only weapons drawn are the whispers and lies that i’ll never believe. so let me believe, i’d rather find something genuine and spit out the silence i once swallowed in this room

and so: we begin again, but this time it feels like a day ending, too much like coming undone, spilling open like books bursting with stories to tell –

– & i want you to listen to me and listen to me well when i say that this is our story to tell, & this is all my sunsets folding in on one another, on into the night, into the loneliness of the night, into my crumpled bedsheets and the stars in your eyes. this is genuine, this is classrooms thrown into evening light, this is us on the blank, blank canvas

and so: i find myself in the slant of the sun again, you tell me that the world is falling loose and memories set on fire, and i am reminded once again that the farther you walk, the longer your shadow stretches on sunlit concrete because it wants us to stay   

–– and, oh, we are all that remains ––

// r.w


Tom Holland Imagine: A Thousand Years

Summary: Tom and the Reader get married !!!

A/N: okay so I’m very much so in love with the twilight movies and I’ve done a lot of twilight themed imagines in the past in other fandoms but I’ve never done one inspire by the twilight wedding because it’s my favorite thing in the whole world and is my dream wedding and I’ve been saving it for a very special someone and I’ve decided that Tom Holland is the very special person who gets it❤

Warnings: None, but super fluffy


“You ready, kiddo?” My dad asked.

I swallowed the huge lump in my throat and nodded. My dad held his arm out to me and I looped mine with his as he walked me to the doors of the building. I heard the piano playing and the doors opened to reveal the beautiful scenery.

The trees were scattered with white flowers and had lanterns hung on them.

The chairs had white flowers looped around them.

Everyone was dressed in their best attire.

I smiled as I looked around at all my friends and family watching me with tears in their eyes.

My eyes looked down at the brick path that was scatter with white and pink flower petals that lead up to a sight that was by far the most beautiful of them all.


He stood under an arch covered in flowers of all different colors in a black suit with his hair combed back perfectly. The smile on his face was huge as tears slipped out of his eyes at the sight of me. Harrison stood to his left along with all of Tom’s other friends. My friends stood to the right in pink and white bridesmaids dresses.

As my father guided me down the aisle, I kept eye contact with Tom.

The love of my life.

I felt a tear fall down my cheek as I realized I was finally going to be married to the most amazing person I’ve ever met. I was going to wake up to his face every morning and carry his children and go to their school events with him.

I could just imagine him being the type of dad to go all out at their little league soccer games and screaming at the refs when they made a call against their team.

Paddy being the only person he trusts to babysit them when we have date night.

I could imagine Tom guiding his daughter down the aisle like my father is doing right now.

I could imagine Tom holding his grandchild.

I could imagine growing old with him and sitting on a porch in the country and watching our grandchildren running around.

I could imagine the most perfect life with him.

I finally reached him after what felt like years. I felt my heart beating faster as my father passed me on to him.

It was pounding so loud in my ears that I almost missed my cue to say my vows.

Tom said his shortly after and before I knew it, I was in his arms as his lips pressed against mine and the crowd cheered.


“I just have a few words to say about my daughter and her new husband, Tom. All my life, I always said there would never be someone good enough for her. And there still isn’t. But Tom is the closest I’m ever gonna get. Y/N never really dated guys like the other girls did. She always claimed she knew what she wanted so she never wanted to waste her time with guys that were just gonna break her heart, so when she called home and said that she had met someone while she was in school overseas, I knew he had to be someone special. And he was. I’ve never seen my daughter happier than when she’s with him and I’ve never seen a person get her so well, because every knows that Y/N is not an easy person to understand. So when Tom knocked down her walls, I knew I would one day be calling him my son-in-law. And I know Tom will treat her right. And I know this because I’m a lot bigger than him and he’s seen what I can do. Thank you.”

Everyone laughed as my father finished his speech, wrapping all of them up.

“Alright everyone! Now it’s time for the bride and groom to have their first dance!” Harrison said into the microphone.

Tom held his hand out to me and led me to the dance floor. He slid his arm around me and pulled me into his chest.

“I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall.”

Tom held me close to him as we began to sway to the song that we had chosen together. A Thousand Years by Christina Perri. I laid my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat as he laid his head on top of mine.

When our song finished, everyone clapped.

“Now let’s get the real party started!” RDJ said into the microphone and began to play faster songs.

Eventually the whole floor was filled and we were all dancing and jumping to the music when I felt Tom drag me from the floor and grab the microphone.

“Alright everyone! Now it’s time for all the bachelorettes to stand on the floor. Y/N going to throw her bouquet!”

Everyone cheered and cleared the floor. I turned around to face the wall and held my bouquet before tossing it over my head and into the crowd of eager girls reaching out to grab the flowers.

I turned around to see who caught them and bursted out laughing when I saw it had been Harrison’s girlfriend.

Tom snapped his fingers at his best friend and laughed as both Harrison and his girlfriend’s faces turned red.

The rest of the night went by in a blur, cutting the cake, dancing, drinking (because Tom demanded that there be an open bar) and just being with my new husband.

Before I knew it, I was changing out of my wedding dress into a shorter more comfortable one and climbing into a black car with my husband as it took off into the night, driving us to an unknown location that Tom refused to reveal to me.

Zendaya had packed my bag for me so that I wouldn’t have any clue as to where we were going.

I felt Tom grab my hand and I turned to face him and I smiled at him.

“I love you, Mr. Holland.”

“And I love you, Mrs. Holland.”

anonymous asked:

Two things: princess and the frog and Remus. (All artistic liberty is yours, as I know you are awesomely talented) thanks so much! 💕💕

Haha, I hope you don’t regret that decision! Based on the quote: “my daddy never did get what he wanted. But he had what he needed. He had love. He never lost sight of what was really important, and neither will I” and “my dream wouldn’t be complete without you in it.”


The room was dark and silent save for the rain pattering on the cottage rooftop and the sound of Remus’ heartbeat as your head rested on his chest. His arms were around you and one of his thumbs was rubbing soothing motions on shoulder. 

“What are you thinking about?” his tired voice asked. 

“My dad. His dreams,” you murmured sleepily.

“What dreams were those?” 

“Equality. A wizarding world where blood status meant nothing,” you yawned, thinking of the war raging around you. 

Remus remained quiet as your words lingered in the room. 

A moment later you mused, “My daddy never did get what he wanted. But he had what he needed. He had love. He never lost sight of what was really important, and neither will I.”

“And what’s that?” Remus questioned softly. 

“Peace. Stability. Happiness. You,” you whispered. 

Remus’ breath hitched at your confession. He found it hard to believe that an angel like you could possibly love a demon like him.

“(Y/N) - ” he tried to protest. To tell you he wasn’t worth it. You should save your dreams for someone more worthy. Someone better. 

“Remus,” you glanced up at him, your eyes alight with sudden fire, “my dream wouldn’t be complete without you in it.”

You pressed a tender kiss to his lips and he let himself get lost in it momentarily. The way your slightly chapped lips aligned perfectly with his. The way your scent drifted through the air, light as a feather. The way the two of you fit like two adjoining puzzle pieces. 

“I love you,” he breathed. Three words that said a thousand.

“I love you too,” you promised, placing one last kiss to his cheek before settling back against his chest. 

Originally posted by followingthewotters

My opinion is if you can only afford to send one @planes4gmw, then send it to Disney Channel asking them to sell the rights. Getting some platform willing to produce a 4th season won’t matter if we can’t make Disney Channel believe it is worth it to sell. After that then prioritize Hulu and Amazon.

Also be considerate and diplomatic. Thank them for making Girl Meets World in the first place. If you are the one who pays the cable bill, tell them you plan on cutting or reducing your cable plan to one without Disney Channel but you would be willing to keep it if they sold the rights because you’ll see they do value the show continuing their legacy. Persuade them to see how profitable it will be to sell the rights and regain some much needed good PR. Appeal to their ego. Appeal to their financial needs. Appeal to regaining their good name.

There is only one thing I want from you, my son — one thing from you, and of you. I want you to be a better man than I was. Let no one else tell you who you are or should be. Love where you wish to. Believe as you wish to. Take freedom as your right.
I don’t ask that you save the world, my boy, my child, the only child I will ever have. I ask only that you be happy.
—  Stephen Herondale’s letter to Jace Herondale,City of Lost Souls, by Cassandra Clare