just accept the reality that your fave is never going to have a redemption arc as perfectly written as prince zuko’s


Laura has a noticeable reaction to the lightning and thunder strikes that happen in 2x01. And I have a wonderfully angsty headcanon to propose for it.

There’s been a lot of speculation over the absence or lack of mention of Laura’s mother. One popular theory is that she died prior to the events of our main story, which could suggest why Laura’s dad seems so overly protective of his daughter, what with the bear spray, krav maga lessons and low-res flip phone. 

In 1x12 Laura compares the clarity of her nightmare with “the moment right before a car crash”. This is an oddly specific example and begs the question of whether she’s experienced such a trauma in the past. And whether this could be related to her mother’s whereabouts.

So here we go: I think that Laura was involved in a car crash earlier in her life. This crash claimed the life of her mother. And she jumps every time lightning strikes because the last thing she saw before their car crashed were the glaring headlights of the oncoming vehicle. And her body still hasn’t been able to shake the jump reflex that developed as a result of that trauma. 

Ugh. Lucky she has Carmilla to take care of her now…


“I want to go to the end of my job here [at Arsenal]. I built this team, I want to deliver with this team and I feel that if I left, I would have in some way betrayed my own beliefs. It is as simple as that. I have a project here that I started, and I want to reach the end of it. I could not leave this team at this stage of their development.”

“My most successful years are 2007-2013. Keeping stability while fighting with billionaires.”

- Arsene Wenger.

everyone wishes that adrien would reveal himself in the volpina episode but am I the only one that wanted it to go like this
  • volpina: give me your miraculous!
  • lb and cn: never!
  • volpina: then adrien gets it!
  • ladybug: NO! *starts to take off miraculous*
  • chat noir: ladybug, stop! its an illusion!
  • ladybug: you can't know for sure, I can't take the risk!
  • chat noir: but... why would you risk your miraculous for him? you don't even know him
  • ladybug: *looks at chat noir sadly* because I love him
  • chat noir:
  • chat noir:
  • chat noir:

It's not right.



It’s just not right now.

Dedicated to Lola

She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love… That it should be done from necessity, not without exhausting all other options. That it should be done for people who need your strength because they don’t have enough of their own.
—  Veronica Roth

“You can never love someone too much,” she argued, crossing her arms defiantly.

“Yes you can,” he snapped, but upon seeing her hurt expression, sighed, and grudgingly began to explain.

“My mom adored my dad, still does to this day, but the bastard fell in love with someone else. I would watch her do the laundry as a kid and she would just sit and stare for hours at the red lipstick on the collars of his shirts, surrounded by the smell of cheap perfume she would never wear. When he got home, she acted as if nothing was wrong, as if she wasn’t sobbing just hours before. She pretended to believe that he was on business calls at three a.m. She pretended that he loved her, and when I asked why, all she said was that sometimes you have to sacrifice things for love, even your own sanity. After that, I was in a state of disbelief. It’s complete and utter madness, the fact that love can make you lose yourself.“

—  n.g. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #15
I think, love is all about sacrifices, taking risks, surviving and having each other at the end of the day. It’s not also about how many times you’ve been together or how long you cared for your relationship, it’s how you handle it and make every day a brand new day with full of love and trust.
—  baekebyan

when you post an ask thing and no one sends anything in:

If she loved him the way she said she did, she wanted him whole. Maybe this was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another’s well-being is more important than one’s own.
—  Melissa de la Cruz, Lost in Time
Theirs is a story that never gets old. One of friendship, of bravery, of self-sacrifice, and most of all, of the love that started it all and ultimately saved the world.

I will never not be moved by the story of James and Lily Potter.

i cannot @ people still going ‘thank god dc fired snyder and made the new films more bright not gritty like bvs :))’ how!!! how hard!!! is it to realise that bvs came after the destruction of metropolis, the murder of robin, the feelings of rage that turned bruce cruel. bvs was about a world that was broken and torn apart - not just metropolis but it’s heroes as well.

bruce mourning the loss of the wayne employees, his parents and jason. diana mourning from a pointless war that caused millions to suffer. clark mourning his father, zod and the loss of his birth planet and the realisation he is now the last of krypton. clark’s death brought hope back to this world. lois’s love and clark’s sacrifice gave them all a reason to get back up and fight. if you seek his monument look around you. 

the fall of metropolis was a dark time where false prophets like lex tricked the world into following their dark path and clark dying opened their eyes to the light. the bright colours and change in tone in wonder woman/justice league wasn’t done because of the critics, it was done because where there was once cruelness, now there is hope. the world is changing. bruce is changing. diana is changing. clark brought about this change. the justice league is being formed. this was always the path!!!


We all learned what kind of sacrifices love can truly have. 

Now it’s time we learn how to pick up the pieces. 

I like to think that God melts
when children write Him letters
and maybe He’s not as raging
as I like to believe He is
maybe He is as real
as my desire to be held
but I push and I push
knowing He has better things to do
than sit with me in my loneliness.

but maybe God is as contradictory
as the peacefulness of rushing waves
as complex as a man who filled
His lungs with bloody, ravaging sin
and all for us, all for love,
a perfect sacrifice for imperfect souls
so lost they don’t even care
that He rose to save them from death.

maybe God can save the world
the hero of New York
the savior for the sinners
maybe He can judge us all.

but also be a ruler of the universe
that feels as much as us
and just as He is wrath and anger
He is also love and comfort
and just as I am hurting
so is He grieving.

maybe He sighs in awe
at the wonder of a baby first born
or watches us glow in admiration
as a sunset burns on our faces
maybe He likes to laugh
until His stomach hurts
maybe He cries just as we
when someone we love rejects us.

I like to think that God melts
when children write Him letters
just as He rejoices
when someone new enters heaven
maybe He is more than
a deity that hates impurity
that damns the sinners
and cursing mouths
and anything else that doesn’t
fit in our boxes well enough.

maybe He loves us all
maybe He adores our souls
even when we are doubtful
and fleeting, maybe He enjoys
our existing.

in my chapbook The Morning After Relapse