okay this is pretty silly

(long post, sorry)

In spite of everything I love Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it does not work like that.  Second, she’s not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11” of pure muscle and is not top heavy)

If you want a good Harley backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look like self-harm or is well covered up. 

When Arkham accepts her, fresh from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves, self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru. The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.

After her weekend of freedom she would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous, cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it. She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it when he likes things.

It’s wrong and unprofessional, the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to protect and nurture something so important to him.

When the choice comes between her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question. She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a bun.

On Miku Squip

This idea was made for fun! No one owns it/ In honesty idk who first originated the idea, but im pretty okay with that because its just a silly little joke. Seriously idk what to say here, im pretty awkward but dont harass someone who has this or any other common idea! No one owns an au or a certain idea only the story they build for it. 

@gayradwhitedad @youmakemewannadrinkmtndewred

John Laurens x Reader: I like you a lot

A/n: This is the first Hamilton one-shot I wrote, maybe a month and a half ago? I wanted to do John Laurens x Reader because I was in love with Anthony Ramos, haha. But I also was hardcore shipping Lams so in order to balance it out I also wrote a couple of modern Lams one shots. Maybe I’ll post those too someday. Enjoy!


She was a quiet girl, not one for speaking her mind. She held her opinions close to her chest, never letting anyone know what she thought. And that was okay. If she never told anyone what she was thinking, then no one would ever tell her that she was wrong. Or that she was stupid.

Even if in her society’s eyes, she was wrong. And definitely not educated.

It was a rather cloudy, gray day, threatening rain, but it didn’t bother (y/n). The way she figured it, clouds meant less people on the street and therefore less people who would bother her. Not that anyone talked to her anyways, but still.

(Y/n) was part of the background. Sure, she was pretty. She had pretty eyes and nice hair. And it wasn’t like she was poor, or completely stupid. If you asked someone about her, they’d probably say, “(y/n)? Sure, I know her.” But she was just part of the scenery. A tiny part in a large production that was life in New York City.

“Hey! (Y/n!)“ 

A voice squealed excitedly behind her, and (y/n) smiled widely. It was her best friend, Peggy, and her sisters. 

Peggy and (Y/n) became fast friends. They bonded over the fact that they tended to be forgotten. They could always be seen walking together, occasionally with another Schuyler sister going along. 

(Y/n) wasn’t close with the other sisters, Angelina and Eliza, but she said her polite hellos to them and turned her attention to Peggy.

"Hi Peggy!” she said, happy to see her friend. “What do you want to do today?”

“Have you seen the people shouting in the square?” Peggy asked excitedly. “We were going to go see them! Angelina was really excited about it. Want to come along?" 

"Sure!” (Y/n) replied enthusiastically. Then she hesitated. “Is it really okay if I tag along?” She was Peggy’s age, which made the two of them the youngest, so they sometimes felt odd going along with the older girls.

Angelina shrugged and nodded, too excited to get to the shouting to care. “Of course!” Eliza said kindly. Peggy grinned and took (Y/n)’s hand, the Two of them giggling and skipping to the fun.

A man stood on a box, reading something. 

“….Chaos and bloodshed are not the solution!” he called. (Y/n) noticed a group of men standing close by, all looking very annoyed. One man even started arguing with the man reading!

(Y/n) was shocked. She had never seen such courage before.

She wasn’t sure how she felt about the man who seemed to enjoy arguments, so she took a look at the others who were standing in that group.

One man had a bandanna tied around his head. He looked very intense, like he wasn’t afraid to play a little bit rough. Next to him was a thinner man, standing quietly to the side. He looked as though he didn’t want to be there, and kept rolling his eyes at the man who argued with the reader.

And then there was an intense looking guy talking excitedly in half english, half french with his hair pulled back. (Y/n) couldn’t decide what she thought of him.

And next to him…. the prettiest boy (Y/n) had ever seen.

He had long, messy curls pulled back into a ponytail and his cheerful face was covered in freckles. He was looking up at the arguing man with such intensity that she guessed that they must have been very close friends. He seemed happy to watch the shouting that was happening, which normally would have made (y/n) to look elsewhere. But he was so pretty to look at that she found herself unable to look at much else.

Peggy noticed her friend’s stares and grinned. “Do you like him? He’s rather cute, isn’t he?

(Y/n) turned pink. "I don’t even know him, Peg. How could I like him?”

“I don’t know him either! But you should talk to him!”

(Y/n) shook her head. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll probably never see him again anyways. Besides, he’s so attractive, he probably already-”

But she was cut off. All three of the Schuyler sisters pushed her towards him. The force was more than enough….. to send her crashing straight into him.

“Oh! My goodness!” (Y/n) went from pink to red. “I am so sorry!!! I didn’t mean to- I’m so sorry- I’m so silly!”

“Hey, it’s okay,” the pretty boy said, laughing nervously as he helped her up. He shyly kissed her knuckles when she got to her feet. “I’m John Laurens.”

“(Y/n, y/l/n),” She responded just as shyly. Two of the other men were glancing at John, and then (y/n), chuckling. She pretended not to notice.

The man who had been arguing seemed to be done proving people wrong, and approached John. “Hey! That was pretty fantastic, don’t you think?”

“It was, Alexander!” John responded, blushing slightly.

Alexander turned to (y/n). “Who is this young lady?”

“(Y/n),” she said.

“Tell me, (Y/n), what do you think of the revolution? Britain is in the wrong here, don’t you think?”


“Surely, she doesn’t wish to answer your questions, Alexander!” John spoke up, using a playful tone.

Alexander grinned. “I’m glad you fancy the young woman, John, but perhaps you ought to let her speak for herself.” And without another word, he sauntered off to join the other men who stood nearby.

In spite of her strict policy to never share her opinions, (Y/n) started to giggle. 

“What’s so funny? John asked with a small smile.

"Oh, nothing. It’s just…” She giggled again. “You and Alexander seem awfully close….”

“Yeah? What are you saying?” His cheeks were pink.

“Nothing…” (Y/n) suddenly felt a bit awkward. She shouldn’t have said anything. “Well, it was nice to meet you, Mr. Laurens, but… I’m sure my friends are expecting me." 

"Oh.” He seemed disappointed. “Will I ever get to talk to you again?”

(Y/n) was shocked. They had barely spoken to begin with! How was it possible that an attractive young man seemed to like her, a nobody, so quickly?

“In sure you will,” she said shyly. He smiled, kissed her knuckles again, and said, “Alright. Until we meet again, Miss (y/n).” And he left.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Peggy ran up to her. “EEEEEE!” She squealed. “He likes you, he likes you!”

(Y/n) laughed. “Maybe, Peggy. I don’t know. Maybe he was just being polite.”

But deep down, she didn’t think he was. She didn’t think she could have imagined the way he seemed to act around her.

Maybe she was over thinking it.

Whether she was or not, she made an out of character desicion: she would talk to him again. She would see those freckles again.

kazama-hime  asked:

1 and 16 for the ask meme ? :)

Hi cutie! thanks for asking ;)

1. the meaning behind my url Okay this is pretty silly but I still feel proud lmao. I love rag dolls, not the cat but the dolls:

I had tons of these when I was young, still keep some, and I learned to make them :) so when I needed a url I thought hey. I can be Miss Ragdoll. LOL.

bonus story: Doll is Nina in valencian, hence my internet name Nina/Ninette :3

16. favorite movie THIS ONE IS DIFFICULT. since I have so many I have watched… besides, anime or real image lol. mmm let’s go for now with Howl’s Moving Castle. I recommend of course,

don’t make me choose dkjfghg music and movies are things I love

anonymous asked:

Do you have any High School AU/headcanon for the AkaYona characters? ♥

Of course I do anon!! :3 I guess I’ll just go from character to character: 

Yona: She’s a diligent student, hard-working even if she doesn’t get the best marks. She’s prone to daydreaming in class, especially if said class is maths, her weakness. Gifted in the humanities, her best subjects are politics, legal studies and history. Naturally, she joined the archery club, but she also attends dance club, even though Hak teases her for her inability to dance. She’s always had an interest in being class rep., but has never put her hand up for it because she’s too scared of stuffing something up.

Hak: He may act like he’s above school, but he’s actually a pretty good student and doesn’t mind studying. He’s naturally gifted at sports, and the different teams at the school have been begging him for years to sign up to their specific club, but he doesn’t. Lazy afternoons at home are much more appealing to him, though he does get roped into staying at school after hours to help out the student council a lot no thanks to Soo-Won. Food tech is his weakness - he once got kicked out of class for setting a pot of rice on fire. 

Soo-Won: Definitely on the student council, and adored by the teachers. Rumour is he’s an all-round A+ student, but that’s actually not true: he’s not so great at science, and he finds certain areas of maths challenging. 

Yoon: A junior who has skipped several grades and takes waaaay too many advanced classes for his own good. His specialities are biology and health sciences, though he’s pretty awesome at every subject. The only thing he’s not so good at is sport: he almost died running 100m in fitness training. Despite his age, the others all like to be tutored by him, and he helps out everyone with their assignments when need be.     

Kija: A student teacher currently studying at university who does placement at Yona’s high school. He’s still training, so he often gets a little jittery when he first teaches, but the students quite like him for his straightforward and effective teaching methods… and the fact that he’s adorable when he gets flustered. Kija’s very vocal about everyone meeting their potential and striving to do their best. 

Shin-Ah: A transfer student. He’s very quiet because he doesn’t know anyone, though seems to have taken a liking to Yona and her friends. He’s dyslexic and as such has trouble reading and writing, but he puts in heaps of effort and gets quite good grades. Yoon helps out a lot here and Shin-Ah really likes studying with the younger boy. In his spare time, Shin-Ah often visits the art club. He doesn’t talk to anyone there, but the members of the group adore his art, and always secretly admire him from afar as he works.

Jae-Ha: He’s an arts and music teacher, known for being a bit of a weirdo, but fun; he also watches over a number of clubs. He has a habit of running late and always flies into class at the last second. Hands-on and interactive teaching methods are his style, so his classes are always a blast to attend. 

Zeno: That kid at school that everyone swears they’ve seen before and who should have graduated by now. But nah, he can’t have been in his final year last year… right? Zeno’s that kid that sleeps noisily in class, but somehow never misses any notes and always knows the answer if he’s called upon. He doesn’t have the best grades, but he doesn’t seem to care either. Everyone in class has a habit of sharing some part of their lunch with him and the lunch ladies adore him. 

(time for some silly over-analyzations)

okay so, Dipper’s hair is pretty consistently shown to be super messy like this whenever he takes off his hat. i’m assuming it’s because this kid never brushes his hair. i mean, he never washes his clothes, so i’m sure the same applies to his hair

but we have seen his hair look different twice, once during Northwest Manor Mystery, and once during DDnD

now, the first instance could be due to Pacifica making him brush his hair, or she styled it for him, so we know this is what Dipper’s hair looks like when it’s styled/brushed/not messy

the second time, however, is sort of baffling. either Probabilator magically brushed Dipper’s hair for him when he turned Dipper into a game piece, or Dipper himself actually brushed his own hair for once

now, who does Dipper know with floofy, upward facing hair?


my guess is that Dipper noticed that his hair looked just like Ford’s when he brushed it (either that, or he remembered what his hair looked like during Northwest Manor and realized it looked similar to Ford’s), so during his spare time he tried styling his hair to look like Ford’s because he wanted to look like his idol

and i think that’s adorable

Writing an aromantic asexual

So here are some things I do because I am an aromantic asexual that you might want to work into your writing if you are writing an aro ace. This is just my experience, and if you have a character with a significantly different personality, they will act differently. Not all aromantic asexuals are the same.


  • I try to subtly bring up that I am ace on the first or second conversation with a new friend just in case they have ideas about going beyond friendship. This might be just me being arrogant and presumptuous, though.
  • I make a ton of sex jokes because when you look at it from an outsider’s perspective, sex is really silly.


  • I am pretty okay with the fact that I don’t have the urge to engage in romantic and sexual relationships because those take time and money and I already have way too many books to read for the time available and way too little book money.*
  • I find most romance books boring. The exception is when the relationship the characters have would still make a good friendship if the romantic aspects were taken away. Other aro aces feel differently.
  • When I was younger and surrounded with anti-sex Christians (yes, I know most Christians aren’t like that), I had a deep hatred for people who had sex because I figured that everybody else, like me, had no urge or desire to have sex and just did it to be bad. I obviously don’t hold these views today. If your aromantic asexual character is surrounded by anti-sex Christians, they might have similar views. EDIT: I did not surround myself with these people on purpose. I was young.


  • “You might have just not found the right person yet. Ever consider that?”
  • “Oh, that must suck.”
  • “You don’t even think celebrity X is hot?”
  • “Wow, I couldn’t imagine living like that.”
  • “You might be a lesbian.”
  • “You are still too young to know.” This never goes away with age.
  • LGBT+ people and people with a lot of LGBT+ friends are usually less stupid about it.
  • People who hang out on Tumblr a lot are usually less stupid about it.

*You might think it’s a contradiction that I already have too many books to read and yet I want more money so I can buy books. This is not the case. One can never have too many books.


Some Toony Fairy and Dreamon

This was a lot of fun. Just loosening up and having fun drawing while listening to old timey sounding cartoon music.

There are moments where Fairy becomes very salty and starts shenanigans. When they do they behave very similarly to a toon. They break the 4th wall a lot, pull things out of nowhere, can take a hit and pull themselves together, and are generally pretty okay with whatever mayhem results.

The shenanigans vary from silly but harmless to downright dangerous. Usually smol Fairy encompasses the more funtimes but its adult Fairy that you should watch out for.

Things get even more fun when the Dreamon is involved. Usually Dreamon and Fairy team up and make for quite the reality bending chaos. It gets worse when they fuse and turn into Dreamy.

Thanks for watchin!


Been seeing a lot of hate, or at least disdain, for the “Beetle” speech from yesterday’s episode around these parts. I get that long extended shaggy-dog type stories can get a bit annoying when this show already seems a little pressed for time, but as a lit major at heart who will take the goofiest text to make the most profound statement, I thought it was fantastic.

  1. Orson as God. What everyone immediately picks up on is the “as flies to wanton boys we are to the gods” metaphor, and if it was just that, yes, it would be way too long of a scene. But there’s more to it than that even at that level. What we’re supposed to focus on is Tyrion’s reaction to Orson’s action. Taking Tyrion as mankind and Orson as the gods, our first reaction to atrocities is to confront the source, where we will get, if anything, a more ineloquent reiteration of what we already know: “Bad things happen to good people.” “Job’s life sucked.” “Thmath the beetleth.” Then we try to read what people much smarter than ourselves had to say, but they know about as much about it as we do so that’s a bust. Finally we just watch, observe, and end up throwing ourselves into despair obsessing over it. We should by all accounts forget about it as Jaime says, because horrible things happen every day, but for some reason we know there is a purpose, and that we can’t begin to comprehend it is an eternal torment.
  2. Orson as the Author. Any discussion of the gods in ASOIAF is followed by my natural reaction of “There is only one God, and his name is GRRM.” Which brings us to the next level: Orson is GRRM, and Tyrion is the reader. Trying to figure out his reasons for the terrible things he does to his characters is about as fruitful as figuring out why bad things happen to good people in real life, at least not before we’ve read the whole series. What follows is searching for GRRM interviews, reading up on insane fan theories, and eventually rereading, and obsessing over the piles of dead and depressed characters haunting your dreams.
  3. Tyrion’s character, now and in the future. When Tyrion picks up the little roly-poly, plays with it, and lets it go, it’s a pretty obvious demonstration of his current state of mind, that even among all the atrocities in the world, Tyrion’s not going to add to it all. Enjoy it, because this is probably the last episode for a while where he would hold that position. ADWD Tyrion would smash that bug in a second and look for another one. I would not be surprised if this actually happens sometime in the last episode or next season.
  4. Tyrion v. Jaime. My favorite part of the speech is actually what it says about Jaime. At first they were both interested in the bug squishing mystery, but Jaime moved on to “other interests.” *Wonk* Had Jaime continued hanging out with Orson and Tyrion and had he somehow developed the same manic curiosity as Tyrion, he would not had intellectualized it or tried to uncover some greater meaning. Tyrion’s a thinker, but Jaime’s a doer. He would have grabbed Orson by the collar and said “Stop crushing beetles you jerk!” And it would have worked because he’s Jaime Lannister. He has so much power to end the carnage, but he’s too busy fucking Cersei to care. It’s where he’s been from the Sack of King’s Landing up to now. So the world is left with Tyrion’s ruminations instead.
  5. Lannister sibling love is the best love. I mean, uh, you know… I only really developed this analysis on a second watch because the first time I was near tears. Yeah, if I was having what I thought would be the last conversation with my sister, we’d probably be talking about stupid childhood things too. They could have been talking about the Safety Dance for all I cared.
  6. And finally, it tipped me off that the head squashing would actually make it into the show, so I knew when to close my eyes. Thanks, beetle monologue!

So okay, I get it, it’s a long talky scene with subject matter that’s pretty silly on its face, but it’s without a doubt one of the more substantive scenes in the episode, even maybe the season. Certainly if I can get this much out of it now not 24 hours after it aired, with minimal thought, it was at least worth the five minutes of screentime it got. In a fast paced show that can seem rushed most of the time, scenes like this are all the more necessary.

Jack Gilinsky Imagine for Jackie

The days go by with a feeling of hatred. You hated him. He entered the gym as if it belonged to him. The new kid; Jack Gilinsky.

He played basketball, so did you. Needless, to say he was better than you. You hated that about him. You knew he didn’t like you either for whatever reason. You didn’t care though. You continued dribbling the ball ignoring his presence. “Hey Jackie.” He says to you as he picks up a basketball from the rack. You roll your eyes as you shoot it in the net. “Nice.” He claps.

“Can you be a dick somewhere else?” you snap at him. You looked at his face, although it was harmless you still hated him. However, he was pretty cute. His brown hair, eyebrows, the jawline. Okay.

“I wasn’t trying to…” he says as you quickly get out of your daze. “Whatever.” You say to him hoping he didn’t leave. You had mixed feelings about him, you didn’t know. “I’ll be…over there.” He points to the other side of the gym. “Like I care.” You snicker to yourself as you continue shooting the ball.

You heard the squeaks in his sneakers as he roamed the court. You would quickly glance over at him occasionally. You caught yourself smiling too. You start for the wall, hitting the ball. You didn’t know what you were feeling. Jack was completely harmless, why did you hate him so much?

Because he was a better basketball player, you think to yourself. You hit the ball more feeling anger and jealousy. You finally threw it as it bounced over forcefully to the other side. You turn over to the rolling ball as it started to go for Jack.

Luckily, he caught it with his feet. You had the urge to walk over to him, but held yourself back. You took a deep breath as you stared back at Jack. He gave you a smile. You wanted to melt.

You gave in as you started walking in the middle of the court, he did the same. He carried the ball by his side as he met you in the center. “I found your ball?” he chuckles. “I threw it.” You inform him. “Nice throw, you were about to kill me.”

“Wasn’t planning to…” you let out. “That’s surprising, coming from you.” He raises his eyebrows. “What?”

“I know you hate me. I can’t do much except be nice.” He shrugs his shoulders as you suddenly feel guilt inside you. You wanted to apologize, but couldn’t. You hated to apologize for something stupid, especially this.

You stay quiet. “Let’s start over?” he asks.

You give him a sly smile as you look up at him. “Okay.”

“I’m Jack, and…I think you’re pretty cool.” He laughs at how silly he was being, making you laugh even more. You stare at his plush lips. They looked so soft. You caught yourself licking your lips, causing your face to get red. Fuck, you think to yourself, he totally just saw that. You turn your head until he holds your arm. “It’s okay.” He laughs. “Jack, I’m sorry for everything…I’m just jealous of you. You’re really good at basketball and…” you continue to ramble on until you felt his lips on yours. He held you close with the basketball still in his other hand. You pressed your lips more as he smiled through the kiss. You held the kiss for a minute until you heard someone open the door. You and Jack step back noticing Taylor and his other friends. “Get a room.” He says echoing the whole gym. You smile over to Jack who tossed the ball back to you.

“I’ll text you later, Jackie.” He winks to you as you blush back to your court.