she doesn't understand at all

headcanon: the evil queen watches over king henry in the wish realm. he is hell bent on vengeance against her, but she evades his traps and instead makes sure he is safe throughout his life. when his carriage nearly falls over a ravine, she saves it with magic. when a neighbouring kingdom challenges his leadership, henry finds the leaders suddenly compliant the next day. good fortune follows him around. the evil queen becomes his guardian angel, protecting him from afar. she can’t be his mother, but at least she’ll make sure he lives the best possible life.

anonymous asked:

Lena getting her clothes specially tailored so that they hug her body but also not realising that everyone doesn't do this so she is confused when kara just goes and buys a jumper and then wears it the next day without getting it tailored and she doesn't understand because even at a young age all her clothes were tailored and how does someone not do that.

This is so accurate.

Like we know that Cat had a field day with Kara’s wardrobe; and we all know Lena has a little more tact than that but still - she’s just in shock?

She has a personal shopper, and a personal tailor, and she probably doesn’t even look at the bill

So she gets Kara’s measurements and just starts discreetly adding pieces to Kara’s wardrobe.

And THAT is how Cat Grant finds out that Kara has a new roommate.

“Keira is that … Versace?”

“Ummm, it was just … in my closet?”

“Hmm … interesting.”

Cat reaches out a finger to trace the stitching on Kara’s sleeve.

“Lena might have gotten it for me? Sometimes she likes to buy clothes for me. I tell her she doesn’t have to, but she says if we’re going to be living together -”

“Lena Luthor?”

“Yes?”

“You live with Lena Luthor?”

“Yes?”

Cat circles her desk before taking a seat and perching her glasses on the end of her nose - pen poised dramatically as if to take and important note.

“I wasn’t aware you had moved, I’ll need your new address so I can update your employee file.”

“Oh, no, Ms. Grant - I haven’t moved.”

“You mean to tell me that Lena Luthor has taken up residence in that 500 square foot studio apartment you call home?”

“Yes? Ma’am?”

“Oh, that is -” Cat chews the stem of her reading glasses for a moment before fixing Kara with an even stare. “How long have you two been a couple?”

“Ms. Grant, we’re not - I mean, we’re just friends.”

Cat barks a laugh.

“Yet you sleep in the same bed and she frequently litters your department store wardrobe with two thousand dollar designer pieces?”

“We’re best friends?”

“Oh my dear girl, it seems I have failed you in more ways than one. Have …” Her hand flutters towards the assistant desk on the other side of the glass wall. “What’s the newest one’s name?”

“Steven, Ms Grant.”

“Yes, well, have Stefan clear my schedule for next Thursday. You and I are going to have lunch. And a long conversation about how to tell when a woman is flirting with you.”

anonymous asked:

You amaze me. A kid called me out for reading fan fiction in class and I showed them ur work and now I have a new freind. 1, 3, 85, or 100 wolfstar for the Drabble challenge please?thank you for existing. Sincerely, me and the kid. (Ps. Our anatomy teacher kinda hates you for making us cry in class really sorry she just doesn't understand yet)

First of all, this is probably one of the best complements and asks I’ve ever gotten so thank you for this. I know it was a while ago but still, this means everything. Yay to new friends and fanfic :) <3 Thank you so much!


Remus has alternated between worrying in the common room, practically driving James mad with his pacing, and hovering in the doorway of the dormitory, from which Sirius had yet to emerge from all day. He hadn’t even touched the food plates Remus had brought up for him.

“Moony, c’mon, please.” James removed his glasses, rubbing at his homework-tired eyes, “Either talk to him or don’t but just stop with the fucking-“

“I know, I know.” Remus sighed, falling down onto the couch next to Lily who took his hand sympathetically.

“Has he, y’know, said anything?” Lily asked gently.

“No. Fuck, no, he hasn’t.” Remus ran a hand over his face, “Whatever was in that fucking letter though… God, he won’t even talk to me he’s just sitting on that window ledge fucking staring into space. God, I don’t know if someone died or-“

“I can’t think of someone in that house who could die and he’d react this way about- fuck, ow! Lils, what-“

Lily tossed her book back down, James rubbing his shoulder, “They’re still his family, James! Psycho or not…” She added quietly, quill starting to scratch at her essay again.

James shrugged helplessly at him, and Remus sighed for what felt like the thousandth time.

“I’m going to try again.”

He took the stairs two at a time, only to breathlessly halt in the doorway again. As suspected, Sirius had yet to move. His knees were brought to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around himself. The evening light haloed his profile as he stared out the window over looking the lake and mountains.

Remus bit his lip, finally stepping in and shutting the door softly behind him, never taking his eyes from Sirius. His steps were careful and slow as he approached him.

“Pads?” He cleared his throat, voice coming out too soft.

Sirius didn’t move, didn’t even look up. Remus’ throat tightened. He sighed and gave up on the ‘giving him space’ tactic completely, sitting down on the edge of the window seat, one hand coming up to rest over one of Sirius’ atop his knee. Still, he received no response.

Remus’ brows knit, “Love, please. Please look at me… I want- I need to help you. Merlin, I can’t fucking stand seeing just sitting there all day. I can’t stand seeing you like…” Remus shook his head, holding Sirius’ hand tighter, waiting.

Sirius let out a breath that puffed out his cheeks a bit, and tilted his head back to lean against the stone wall. His eyes moved slowly from the window to Remus’. They were red rimmed and puffy. Remus’ heart broke a little. He doesn’t remember ever seeing Sirius cry before, ever. Not even when he broke his arm in second year.

“Pads..”

Sirius shook his head, silencing Remus immediately. He sat up, scooting forward a little and looking again to Remus. Remus tilted his his head, confused.

“Can we-“ Sirius cleared his throat, voice rough, “Can you… Y’know, like when you’re reading…”

And Remus understood immediately, heart practically melting at the soft request, and scrambled up, sliding easily behind Sirius and pulling his back against his chest, resting Sirius’ body easily between his legs. Remus felt Sirius’ body relax into him at the familiar position, and he wound his arms around his waist, pressing soft kisses to his temple when Sirius let his head drop back against his shoulder.

“Good?” Remus murmured, pushing Sirius’ hair gently off his forehead.

“Mm..” Sirius hummed softly, pressing into Remus’ lips. Remus looked at his closed eyes and turned down mouth and wanted to kiss every sign of worry away.

Sirius let out another breath, fiddling with Remus’ fingers resting atop his stomach, and finally the truth came out.

“They disowned me.”

Remus’ eyes widened at that, “They- what?”

Sirius pressed against Remus, trying to soak up all the comfort and courage he could, “I’m not a Black anymore. At least not to them. I-“ Sirius cursed, hating the way his throat was tightening up, “Fuck, I hate them. I hate them I don’t know why I’m so- I don’t know what’s wrong with me-“

Remus shushed Sirius softly, noting the tears in his voice, and pulled him closer, fitting his hands to his hips to guide Sirius into flipping over and straddling his waist instead, “Pads-“

“And don’t tell me it’s normal to feel this way because I know that, I just don’t want-“ He cursed as tears fell down his cheeks and pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, “I don’t want to feel like this. Remus, I don’t want to care-“

“I know..” Remus guided Sirius’ hands away from his eyes, taking them both into his own for a moment, kissing the knuckles, before cupping Sirius’ cheeks, thumbs swiping the tears away, “I know you don’t. Merlin, Pads, I…”

Remus didn’t know what to say. ‘Sorry’ didn’t work, because he knew Sirius wouldn’t want to hear that. He had a family who wasn’t like him, whom he hated, but that didn’t make losing that family any easier…

“You have us.” Remus mouth said it before his brain could catch up.

“You have us.” He pushed a hand through Sirius’ hair, “You lost one family but- but one is right here waiting for you, okay? Alright? And we really, really love you. Prongs, Pete, Lils… me.” Remus’ cheeks warmed at the way Sirius was looking at him, “Fuck, Pads, I love you so much, okay? As in I don’t know what to do with this much… emotion half the time-“


Remus let out a relieved smile when Sirius snorted at that, wiping at his eyes with one hand and pressing the other to Remus’ neck, thumb brushing over his pulse point. Remus bit his lip, “But it’s true, really.”

Sirius nodded, pressing his face back into Remus’ neck, letting a few more tears escape but, this time, out of relief and out of love for this boy holding him so tightly.

“You’re everything, Re…” Sirius pressed his lips to Remus’ jaw, “You’re fucking everything.”

Remus just held him tighter, maybe blushing a little, and never wanting to go a whole day without hold Sirius like this again.

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anonymous asked:

hey, I was wondering if you could give me some advice? I'm a bi girl. My gf has always been mildly biphobic but it was just like jokes and side comments so I preferred to ignore it. The thing is we had a fight on lesbian visibility day because she doesn't understand that I don't identify as a lesbian. She got all: "you hate lesbians" (???), "if you don't want to use that label is just so you can eventually go back to men"... It was fcked up. I love her but I don't think I can get over this...

if she doesn’t accept you for who you are, this relationship is already built on notions that aren’t true and if you can’t be yourself around your significant other this person only likes a part of you. i can’t imagine my girlfriend calling me fake. hell, she’s more likely to tell me to stop erasing myself than I even am. your significant other should champion you for who you are. not who they want you to be. 💖💜💙

windswept

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adorable puppy a bit scared mrs might be mad but mrs understands. ♥

like i feel like there’s this weird disconnect whenever Tony Stark positive meta brings up his PTSD/anxiety/I-know-a-few-who-headcanon-OCD from the anti crowd to see it as apologia, ‘BUT TONY’S MENTAL ILLNESS’ and like that’s…not it at all? Tony Stark positivity means you love the character for all that he is, even if some of it is ‘problematic’ and some of what Tony is and does is problematic. The dude is a mess, he fucks up, he makes mistakes. 

But it also means you get the context. You understand where Tony was coming from. You understand and maybe even empathize that Tony isn’t quite stable, and you recognize that the wary or even sometimes downright negative attitude public opinion has of mental illness still to this day would affect even a white billionaire like Tony Stark (maybe even more so as a public figure who is relied upon for his brain.) It makes Tony more complete, more human, a guy who lives in shades of gray like the rest of us with the weight of the world on his shoulders that he voluntarily took on to make the world maybe just a bit better, even if he sometimes fails.

It’s not trying to pass the buck on Ultron, but it is looking at the context. Tony wasn’t alone in working on the project, the project was manipulated by the Mind Stone, and Tony was manipulated by Wanda Maximoff. It’s not excusing his drunken escapade during his party in Iron Man 2, but it is looking at the context. It was Tony’s last birthday because he was dying and he didn’t want anyone to worry about him so he put on his old party hat (and also he was subtly pushed into by Natasha Romanov). It’s not excusing the fact that Tony was blind and arrogant to what his own company was doing, but it is looking at the context. Tony trusted Obadiah implicitly and never had a reason to doubt him, and thought his weapons were just protecting US troops and that he was carrying on the family legacy. 

In all of those situations? Tony isn’t blameless. He screwed up and Tony admits to it (except Iron Man 2 which like so many Marvel films violently backflips away from its own consequences) and then he always, always tries his best to help or fix it because Tony is a good person goddammit. His mental illness doesn’t erase the harm he’s done, or even mitigate in any way, but it does provide necessary context to we who enjoy watching and talking about him.

What i find the most fucked up abt the kavinsky situation is that maggie stiefvater literally decided to write k the way that she did. She made the decision to write a young bulgarian mlm as a drug addict. She made a child kill himself in her books. I know someone who’s almost as fucked up as k is and ppl don’t give up on them bcoz you’re never ever supposed to give up on people especially if they’re so young. It just disgusts me so much that she did that. idk i cant stop thinking abt kavinsky being as old as i am and apparently no one gave a fuck abt him and she wrote it that way. She made it like that. I just cannot comprehend how she ever thought that that was a good thing to write. She wrote a book where no one gave a fuck when a young Eastern European drug addicted mlm killed himself.