I appreciate you liking my one blerb about Vanderwood!  <3


  • Somehow you let it slip that someone else had confessed to you before Zen had.
  • “Who?!”
  • You tried not to tell him, but after days of pestering you, he finally wore the name out of you.
  • For months, he dialed up his PDA with you about 300% every time the person in question was around.


  • Kind of smug when he finds out you denied someone before going out with him.
  • Not obnoxious, but definitely pleased about it.
  • “You love meeeee…!”
  • Gets extra flirty when the other person is around, for a while.


  • She’s not surprised, because you’re super rad, but she is happy that you picked her, in the end.
  • Is still cordial to whoever was rejected; offers her condolences, because you are great.


  • Frowns.  Is not pleased to hear that somebody else stepped forward before he did.
  • “I clearly had feelings for you.  How did they not see it?  …Or perhaps they wanted to take you away from me.”
  • “You’re overthinking it, husband.”
  • Still polite, but a little cool towards whoever was rejected.  Would keep an extra eye on them to make sure those feelings don’t resurface/that they won’t try again.


  • He always knew.  He watched via the CCTV.
  • He was definitely uncomfortable while it happened.  He wanted to step in, but you weren’t together, yet, so he knew it wasn’t his place.
  • Screwed around with their computer after it happened.  Nothing malicious; just a weird, annoying bug, like their cursor moving against their will, or downloads getting stuck at 69%.


  • Always has his arm around you when the rejected is around.  Kisses you longer than usual while they can see.
  • Very thankful that you rejected them, though.
  • The protectiveness stems more from feeling like he almost lost you, than jealousy


  • He is mature, so he takes it in stride.
  • Is pleased that you chose him over somebody else.
  • Does approach the rejected afterwards and asks if they are completely over you.  If not, he would make sure they would respect your relationship.  All very civil, but he does want the other person to understand how important you are to him.


  • They would shrug it off for everyone except one.
  • Luciel confessed to you?!  What happened?!” he asked, horrified.
  • You gave them a bland look.
  • “I said I loved him back.  We’ve been together, ever since.  We’re married, now, and I’m pregnant with our second child.”
  • “I’m holding my nephew right now,” Saeran added in a deadpan, motioning with his empty arms.
  • “You two suck,” Vanderwood grumbled, starting to walk away.
  • “I love you!” you called to them.
  • “Whatever,” they snapped, calling over their shoulder.
  • They took another three steps before stopping in their tracks.  To your delight, Vanderwood hurried back and brushed their lips against yours.  You smiled at them, and they rolled their eyes.
  • “Shut up…”
Santa Muerte Blessing for the Marginalized

Blessed Santa Muerte
Protect the forgotten, the rejected, the unloved
You most holy death, whose love knows no bounds
Who truly embraces all regardless of who or what they are
You who comes to all equally
Let your love and protection flow to those that need it most
To those whom society has abandoned and rejected
Protect those who are most vulnerable with your might scythe
Let those who would take advantage, the bullies and usurpers, know your wrath
Protect those with no strength left to protect themselves
Protect the ones who need you
Oh might Santa Muerte, protect us
Most holy Santa Muerte be with us
We thank you highest one, Amen

Santa Muerte Bendición para los Marginados

Bendita Santa Muerte
Proteger a los olvidados, los rechazados, los que no aman
Altissima Santa Muerte, cuyo amor no conoce límites
Que realmente abarca todo, independientemente de quién o qué están
Usted que llega a todos a mismo moda
Deje que su amor y el flujo de la protección a los que más lo necesitan
Aquellos a quienes la sociedad ha abandonado y rechazado
Proteger a las personas más vulnerables con su guadaña poderosa
Que los que se aprovecharía, los agresores y usurpadores, conocer su ira
Proteger a los que no tienen fuerza para protegerse a sí mismos
Proteger a los que le necesita
Poderosa Santa Muerte, protegernos
Santísima Santa Muerte estar con nosotros
Le agradecemos Altissima, Amén

anonymous asked:

I really want an angsty fic where Alex gets fed up with Maggie's constant flirting when SHES the one that turned her down. J'onn makes Maggie drop Alex off at home and she tries to give her a glass of water and take care of her, but Alex can't take it when Maggie WONT leave and the glass shatters in her hand but she doesn't even notice because she's livid, livid that Maggie keeps reopening the wound with flirting and constant reminders that "we're FRIENDS Danvers" so, Alex tells her all of this

She rejected her.

She rejected her because she doesn’t like her like that, but she still wants pool tomorrow night.

She rejected her because she doesn’t want her, and it hurts more than it did the first time she got shot without a vest on, but she still wants to flirt and she still wants to touch the small of her back and she still wants to smile at her and melt her from the inside out and she still wants to let Alex catch her staring at her lips over her beer bottle, over her shot glass.

She rejected her, but she still wants to flirt with her, all the while saying they’re friends, friends, friends – looking at her like she wants to strip her then and there, talking to her like she’s about to kiss her, touching her gentle and subtle like they’re dating, laughing too loud and leaning too close but they’re friends, friends, friends – and it’s driving Alex out of her mind.

It’s driving Alex out of her mind because goddamn does she want her.

She wants her, but Maggie made it clear – too clear, painfully clear, clear like a shard of glass driving into her heart and twisting, twisting, twisting – that she doesn’t want her back.

But she’s driving Alex home because J’onn had to head back to the DEO and he trusts this woman with his daughter – trusts her, because he understands much more than Alex does, the real reasons Maggie rejected her. 

Protectiveness. Care. 

Genuine desire buried under genuine fear of causing Alex pain.

“I don’t need your help, Maggie,” Alex slurs slightly, and Maggie furrows her brow at the frustration, the anger, breaking through the surface of Alex’s words.

“It’s no problem, Danvers. What are friends for?” Maggie asks, and Alex rolls her eyes but slumps against the window of the passenger seat, because at least the glass is cool, unlike her body, burning with alcohol, with rage, with confusion, with raw, desperate want.

When she helps her out of the car and into the elevator, Alex hisses because Maggie’s arm around her waist makes her feel safe, loved, wanted.

Which, apparently, she’s not. Wanted.

But she thinks she hears Maggie’s breath hitch at their contact, and it makes her want to scream.

She holds it in until they’re in her apartment, until she tries to leave Maggie at the doorway.

“Alex, you’re really trashed. Please, just let me get you a glass of water, okay?”

Alex huffs and she staggers toward the couch, tossing her hands out behind her aggressively.

“Sure. Do whatever you want, Maggie. It’s what you do anyway, isn’t it?”

Maggie furrows her brow and she flinches like she’s been smacked, but she purses her lips and grabs a glass from the cabinet, filling it in the sink while she watches Alex with careful, scared, sad eyes.

“Here sweetie,” she murmurs absently as she crosses the room and presses the glass into Alex’s hand. “Drink all of it.”

Her voice is warm and her touch is tender and her eyes are so damn loving.

And Alex can’t take it. 

She lets the glass slip from her grasp, crash to the floor, because she’s broken glasses in her hand before, and she’s not in the mood to clean up that kind of mess.

“Whoa Danvers,” Maggie pushes her back gently so none of the shards get on her feet, and it’s that instinctive act of concern, that genuine movement of love, is what breaks Alex.

What lets how livid she is flow out of her body, out of her lips, and straight into Maggie’s skin.

“No! No, you don’t get to be protective of me, Maggie.”

“Alex, what – we’re friends, Alex, what – “

“No, Maggie. We’re not friends. You keep saying that, saying we’re friends, but Maggie, but you damn sure don’t act like it. You’re always flirting and you’re always looking at me like you want me, so what is it, Maggie? Is it the thrill of keeping me wild about you? Flirt with me constantly, even after you rejected me, made it clear that you don’t want me, to make sure I stay hopeful, stay completely yours? Is that what it is, Maggie? Because if it’s not, I don’t know what – “ 

She staggers and she stumbles and Maggie doesn’t hesitate to catch her.

Alex shirks out of her grasp.

“Well?” she demands.

“You’re wrong, Alex.” Her voice is soft and her voice is terrified. Her voice is strained and her voice is firm. “You’re wrong about why I said we shouldn’t be together. You’re wrong. You’re wrong about thinking I don’t want you. Because I do. Want you.”

Alex’s breath hitches and Maggie’s pupils dilate and tears threaten to stain Alex’s cheeks. 

“But that’s not something we’re gonna discuss while you’re drunk. You know what we’re gonna discuss right now?”

Alex can’t speak – can barely breathe – so she shakes her head, her eyes wide, open. 

Anger vanished. 

Humility and hope in its place.

“What are we gonna discuss right now?” she asks, her voice apologetic, her eyes soft.

Maggie smiles gently. 

“We’re gonna discuss where your pajamas are, so you can get changed. And we’re gonna discuss where your toothbrush is, so you can brush your teeth. And we’re gonna negotiate how many glasses of water you’re gonna drink before you go to sleep.”

“And then?” Alex asks, licking her lips, her eyes drifting down to Maggie’s lips.

Maggie shakes her head. “And then you’re gonna point me in the direction of an extra blanket, and I’m gonna curl up on the couch while you sleep in your bed. And if you wake up and need to vomit, you’re gonna wake me so I can help you. And either way, in the morning, I’m gonna take care of you if you’re hungover, and if you’re not, we’ll talk. Okay?”

“Do you always have everything planned out like this, Sawyer?” 

“You gonna tell me a soldier like you doesn’t appreciate it, Danvers?”

Alex grins, now, appreciating the flirtation, now, because maybe, just maybe, Maggie flirts because she likes her back.

Been reading Ms Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children

and this came to mind and he protects the Old cartoons from being “rebooted” and is the only one to interact with characters out of the loop. even the rejects he will protect and care for.

-let me know if this is a character people are willing to interact with-

Now or never...

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,271
Warning(s): some feelings and angst in the beginning but it gets better^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. It belongs to Erik Kripke, our god.
A/n: Umm, hey guys. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I haven’t wrote or posted anything for almost a year now. I feel so bad for letting all of you down, but I feel that I’m gaining back my writing skills. I’ll try to post at least once a week from now on. Hope you aren’t mad at me. Anyways, enough with my whining. Let’s get started, shall we? Feedback is WELCOME!!


I tried to say. Tried to actually voice my words. My concerns and opinion. I had to do it. Had to make everything clear. I needed that like one would need to breath…

But I couldn’t…

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anonymous asked:

Why don't you believe God created heaven and earth in seven days? He can do anything after all, I'm sure constructing the cosmos and everything in it within that span of time is not only possible, but amazing considering the details of the universe.

Hi there! To start with, I want to clarify that I don’t think people who think God did create the universe in seven days are “bad” or “not smart” or even “wrong.” Though it does bother me when those people who do profess the literal seven-day creation attempt to stifle and block out other views, which happens in, for instance, the United States school system. But yeah, there is no way of really knowing for sure who is “right” in this matter – God knows! 

The main reason I think that the universe took much longer to unfold is because it’s what science tells us, and it always seemed strange to me to bend over backwards to deny and reject science just to protect our faith – to protect God somehow when They do not need protecting! Why should we deny what our eyes can see, what our minds can measure? 

I like to see science and faith as inextricably intertwined. God has set up this universe in such a marvelously orderly way that we can discover what makes it tick, so to say. And I think God really delights in our exploration of this universe. The more we study it the more we realize we don’t know, and the more we want to know. So it is that God’s own vastness is revealed to us in the vastness of Their work. 

Also, the concept of “days” is 1) a human construct and 2) pretty geocentric, and I’ve been trying to lean out of an anthropocentric and geocentric theology lately. That’s not as important to me as the above reasons but yeah, I think that Genesis 1 tells us about the Creation in “seven days” as a sort of metaphor, a way for us to grasp the orderliness of it all. It is written in a way that its original audience – a pre-scientific people – can understand. 

Here’s a post discussing what my good ol’ Catholic study Bible has to say about the Creation myths of Genesis 1 and 2 (and all the way through 11).

Alright, alright. Let’s get in an AU that’s more appropriate for gen fic, today. (Though if you choose to write about any of these HCs, feel free to include your ship(s).)

Imagine Keith as a cowboy-turned-accidental-hero!

- He doesn’t really have a residence, so he mostly goes traveling from town to town, staying in the spare rooms that random saloons offer to the general public. 

- Although it is a lonely lifestyle, it grants him the freedom he’s always longed for. Or rather, the freedom/semi-lawlessness he’s always been accustomed to. 

- Just him and his trusted mare, going wherever they please. They’ve probably toured most of the American Old West. 

- Sitting by a campfire, soaking up all of the starry, night skies he possibly can. <33 

- His horse’s name is Truffles, and everyone mocks him for it. 

- Though he swears she’s a bonafide badass.

- Like, for realsies, guys, she is. 

- One day, Keith stopped a train robbery with just one knife and no fucks to give. 

- Wound up bringing a bunch of wanted men to justice. Was considered a hero, that day onward. 

- It’s not like he even meant to make it into a habit, but it soon became one, before he even realized it. 

- Really, he just wanted to keep his shit from getting stolen. 

- But knowing he’s doing a good thing does resonate with him, a little bit. <33

- Normally, the local authority would’ve gotten to the bottom of this masked vigilante mystery, by now, and put a stop to it. Honestly, though? Keith’s doing them a great service, and they haven’t had to order in ammo, for months, now. 

- Good on ya, kid, whoever you are. 

- Posters still turn up around town, regardless. As the sheriff would like to reward the unknown hero for his bravery. 

- No one can quite figure out who he might be, since every photo of the guy has him covered from the nose down. 

- Even Keith doesn’t recognize himself, when he decides to stay a bit longer in a particular city. 

- Not at first, anyway. When he does, though, he begins readying Truffles to head on out, so as to avoid the crowds. He never did this for glory & fame, so why stick around? 

- Alas, it turns out Keith is needed in this little city, after all. A band of purple & black clad outlaws have invaded the area, and are shaking down the locals for information. 

- Their leader, Zarkon, is especially interested in finding out the identity of the masked vigilante. Aka the guy who’s left him and his gang broke for the past five months, now. 

- Even though his eyes are a lot sharper than most of the townsfolk, Zarkon doesn’t recognize Keith without the bandana, either. 

- One of the outlaws, Haxus, is the one of the only people to ever figure out Keith’s secret identity. But no one believes him. 

- “Come on, dude, really? The dumbass who named his horse fucking Truffles, of all people? Yeah, no. Bother me when you have an actual lead.” 

- “BUT SIR-” 

- “Out of my office, Haxus. Now.”

- Keith continues foiling the plots of the outlaws, all while remaining undetected and keeping the townsfolk safe. <333 

- Who knows? He might even settle down here, if he still fancies the place after the outlaws are gone. 

Some additional goodies:

- While in his normal, civilian attire, Keith has a habit of tipping his hat towards people and quietly greeting them with, “sir,“ or “ma’am,” respectively. Just a polite gesture his father had and rubbed off on him, really.

- That doesn’t stop a legion of fangirls from following him around town, (and the saloon) in the hopes that he’ll say, “ma’am” to them, in that dreamy voice of his. <333

- As an oddball introvert, he has absolutely no clue how to deal with any of this. Mostly just blushes and walks away.

- Keith can play some damned good guitar. If you listen closely, at night, you might even hear him strum a tune. <3

- Shiro is the town sheriff, trying to keep order in his little no-name town, while always on the lookout for The Vigilante. Lance is his deputy, a cocksure braggart who spends his days chasing skirts, when he isn’t slinging his guns around. He’s hit on almost all of the local women.

- This includes Katherine “Pidge” Holt, the girl who works behind the counter at her family’s general store. Though with her snarky rejections/comebacks, a protective father and older brother, charming her into a date hasn’t been easy. She has some idea as to whom The Vigilante might be, but second-guesses her theories all the time. Plus, she’s every bit as skeptical as the others, when trying to pin her conclusions on the nice, quiet boy who just moved here.

- Hunk and Allura both own the local saloon, where Keith resides temporarily. Like Pidge, Hunk has his suspicions, and eventually just admits to himself that Keith has to be The Vigilante. But gosh darn it, he seems like such a decent guy. A well paying customer, never tries to cheat his way out of what he owes, (not something he can say for all of his clients) never gives anyone any trouble. Because of his own kindness, Hunk never outs Keith.

- Allura, meanwhile, almost mistook him for one of the outlaws, as he once came into the saloon wearing a purple bola tie. He insisted that it, along with a couple knives he had on him, was just a gift from his father. Once convinced of the truth, she apologized for scrutinizing him so harshly and jumping to conclusions. Keith forgave her, as it’s something he’s accustomed to.

- Not to mention, the outlaws have sent undercover members to weasel information out of people, in the past. Even so, Allura felt pretty bad about it. She made it up to him by reducing his rent by a considerable amount. Although not something he would’ve asked her to do, Keith appreciates the effort.

- Watching all of this play out is none other than the town mayor, Coran. Who is also Allura’s godfather. He couldn’t really care less who The Vigilante is, but boy is he glad that someone is finally sticking it to those damned outlaws. And that his goddaughter has a new friend, judging by how much time she spends chatting with the new lodger.

Not at all an exhaustive list. Add your own, if you please.

I had this hopeless crush on a guy when I was 17. I wanted to be with him so badly and he never liked me back. That hurt me so much back then. Years passed and I saw him again when we were both 40. His beauty had gone away and all that was left was his empty personnality. He was unhappy, married to some boring women who never smiled. He looked at me and said “Oh, how I wish I had chosen you. My life would be so different. You loved me and you would’ve made me happy. ” And in that moment, I realized that rejection is god’s protection. Because 20 years later, I wasn’t the one he had married, but I was the one on his mind when he had boring sex with his boring wife. So don’t worry if this guy doesn’t realize what he’s got, sometimes the worst thing that can happen to you is getting what you want.
—  My mother

So I’ve been reading a lot of posts criticizing Hinata for knitting a scarf whilst her sister was in danger.

In keeping with the most prominent theme in the Naruto-verse, heroes are those who would stop at nothing to protect their siblings/friends and I’d argue that Hinata absolutely demonstrated heroism when it came to her sister

First of all, 

May I remind everyone of this scene

Toneri confronted Hinata on her own and expressed his desire to marry her. 

Obviously she refused and demanded to know where her sister was. 

He reveals he has stolen Hanabi’s Byakugan. Highlighting how dangerous and serious he is, and then claims we will spare Hanabi’s life and return her eyes if Hinata accepts his marriage proposal. 

This entire scene is not revealed to the viewer until after we see Hinata knitting away in the next few scenes.

I think it is pretty clear that Hinata had decided to agree to Toneri’s terms very early on and is only so desperate refurbish her gift to Naruto because she had to express her feelings in the only way she felt confident before she lost him forever. 

Hinata agrees to sacrafice herself for her sister and turns herself over to a stranger who wants her as a wife. 

That is so fucked up. 

Hinata doesn’t deserve criticism for this, but praise. No she’s not as strong as other characters who have protected their siblings (Itachi for instance) and in the end she required everyone’s help to save her sister. 

But she god damn tried and did everything she could. She put herself on the line and forcibly rejected Naruto’s feelings to protect her family. 

I’d want her as a sister.

Hyde’s Core Characterization

The writing and characterization on That ‘70s Show is inconsistent, but one can come up with a core characterization for each of the main characters based on a selection of episodes that define and depict them consistently. The characters’ personalities, goals, and feelings can – and should – be complex, as long as those complexities are substantiated by consistent actions and subtext.

I often write about certain behavior and choices I consider OOC for the characters. I do so because I’ve formed my understanding of their core characterization from a specific set of episodes. I write my T7S fanfic from this understanding, too. When a character acts contrary to previously established beliefs/feelings/behavior without a proper grounding for that contradiction, I consider those actions OOC.

My understanding of the characters’ true natures isn’t the only valid one. People can form their own understanding from a different selection or interpretation of the episodes.

But below the cut is a list of S1-S4 episodes, with explanations, from which I’ve formed my version of Hyde’s core characterization. I don’t list episodes from S5-S7 because they either confirm, further, and deepen what’s already been established – or they evolve/devolve Hyde’s character based on his core.

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Mantras for your Monday

1. Everything is in my own best interest.

2. I am more than this physical body.

3. My thoughts show up as my life.

4. I can always change my thoughts.

5. I am responsible for the way I see things.

6. I am entitled to miracles.

7. I have the strength to feel my feelings.

8. There is excitement in feeling vulnerable.

9. Fear is just a call for love.

10. I have a purpose.

11. I am free to constantly expand and try new things.

12. I will follow my excitement.

13. I deserve love and will not settle for less.

14. Everyone I meet is a reflection of me and/or a teacher.

15. I trust where I am right now.

16. I am worthy and valuable.

17. My success is not defined by external things.

18. I am enough. Right. Now.

19. I will give what I want to receive.

20. Rejection is just protection and redirection.


Who would have thought he would up here? Fritz admired his Princess who followed her father’s lead with grace and dignity. Gone was the shell Lucette built around her heart, to protect herself from pain and rejection. To protect herself from the cruel world which could never look beyond her mother and see how amazing Lucette truly was.

Her smile had been small after the fight had been won. A tiny thing that had to be coaxed out by Fritz with a kindness and endless love. After the reconciliation with her father, her smile had grown wider. Lucette had finally gained the family she had always deserved. The love of her people turned her smile into a grin. Nothing made her more beautiful in Fritz’s eyes. She could have been in drags and Fritz would have said she is the most beautiful creature to walk this earth. he loved her happy smile, her witty grin, her nervous giggles, her snorts and her mischievous smirk. but the smile she had reserved for him… That tiny smile that only he could tell was there. Her eyes brimming with love and passion, that made his heart soar. Yes seeing Lucette smile was the best pa of his day.

Highlights of Antibug (according to me, a person who doesn’t know french)

When Marinette and Adrien used the same excuse (like how do they not know yet?)

They are really alike

Like seriously

honestly I just wanted them on the same screen together

Chat asking Ladybug what’s wrong just look at him omg

When Chloe accidentally slapped Jagged Stone with her hair

When Chat tried to give Ladybug a rose

her rejection, and his face

Chat’s protectiveness for Ladybug

Chat in a pot 


With her anti-charm (suits Chloe, am I right?)

“Me and chat are a great couple team

Tikki’s adorable eating and ignorance to the danger

thE IRONY IN THIS SCENE (chat’s asking if it’s ladybug)


THE CLOSE PROXIMITY plus mari’s face lmao


chat’s reaction through all of it omg




Them whispering together just cause

Cinnamon rolls Ladybug and Adrian