she is so fierce i love her

You’re Beautiful Just The Way You Are

summary: Y/n always felt different

pairing: Barry Allen (Ezra Miller) x chubby! female! reader

warnings: self hate, cursing

A/N:This is darker than anything I’ve written before so if you get triggered by self hatred please don’t read. 

this was requested by @nutmeg030 I’m really sorry if you don’t like this as I changed your request a lot! Forgive me!

spoiler: it ends fluffy tho

Originally posted by justiceleague

Amazons are fierce warriors. They’re strong, confident and beautiful. Something everyone wants to be. Even one amazon herself, Y/n. Ya see Y/n grew up with the amazons, much like her sister Diana she was brought to life by Zeus. Y/n loved her sisters with all her heart. But she always wondered why she was not as beautiful or confident as them. 

When a strange man crash landed on their island Diana jumped at the opportinty to go with him to the war. She could bring one sister with her. And of course she chose her favourite sister Y/n. Y/n was happy her sister wanted to go but she wasn’t so keen on it herself. But being the sister that Diana was she dragged her sister with her.

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And so that leads us where we are today. Fighting along side The Justice League. It seemed every week or so some random crime would happen and the team was forced to fight it. 

Y/n loved being a part of a team. It reminded her of home. Though like home she didn’t really fit in. That part always annoyed her at the end of each day. 

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Y/n looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a big girl with tears in her eyes. “Why can’t I be like my sisters?” she sobbed. “I’m so-so ugly,” she cried into her hands.

She heard a knock at her door. Wiping away the tear with the sleeve of her sweatshirt she walked over to open the door. Barry Allen stood there. He looked nervous. “Hi-um Y/n I was uh I was wondering if uh…..” he stuttered the words out. “If you’d like to maybe uh-” 

Y/n smiled at him. He was the sweetest and most handsome man she had ever met. Y/n had the biggest crush on him. He’d never go out with me she always told herself whenever he was near.

“Iwaswonderingifyou’dliketogotoBruce’sdancepartythingtonight,” and just like Barry himself the words came at lightning speed. Y/n looked confused. “Can you say that again please Barry,” Barry looked like he was daydreaming. The way his eyes shined made him look like he was from another world. “Would you go to prom with me?” Y/n tilted her head. “I mean Bruce’s dance ball thing he’s having tomorrow?” Y/n’s head perked up. Really he’s asking me? Me? “Ok,” Y/n whispered. “Ok? Great fantastic! I’ll pick you up at eight?” Barry beamed. Y/n smiled. “yeah. I better get ready then,” Barry smiled wide. “Yeah-yeah I should probably do that as well.” 

After closing the door y/n fell to her knees. I don’t have anything to wear, I didn’t think anyone would ask me. FUCK!

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Y/n took out a bunch of dresses from her closet and threw them on her bed. She picked up a random one and tried to put it on. Squeezing into it. She looked at the too tight dress in the mirror. She looked herself up and down before bursting into tears. “Why?” she sobbed. “Why do I have to be so FUCKING UGLY!” The wind began to blow hard as if a storm was coming. Which it was. Sometimes Y/n could control the weather. Which gave her an advantage in fights. 

The storm got louder the angrier she got. And suddenly she dropped to her knees and started heavily sobbing into her hands. 

“Y/N! Y/N!” Diana and Alfred came rushing in. None of the others knew about her powers. “Hey, hey, hey look at me,” Diana said softly. Y/n looked to her sister with tears streaming down her face. Diana wiped them away. “What is wrong sister?” Y/n looked into her sisters eyes. “I-I-” Y/n croaked. Alfred walked over with tea in his hands and a soft smile on his face. He was like a father to her. 

“I will help you sister,” Diana said confidence in her voice.

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Walking down the marble steps with Diana’s arm hooked onto hers Y/n sighed. A sigh of relief. With a few strong words from her sister Y/n felt like a million dollars in her new dress. “You’re an amazon Y/n, do not let weak men tell you how you should look. Be proud of who you are and don’t let anyone tell you what to do,” truer words have never been spoken.

When they reached the last step Barry came walking over in a suit. “You look incredible Y/n.” Y/n smiled, “You don’t look too bad yourself speedster.” Barry smiled and offered his arm to the now confident amazon. She took it and looked back at Diana. “You two be good and stay safe!” Diana laughed as she watched her sister giggle and walk away with a man she could trust. Diana was a proud sister.

Barry lead Y/n to the dance floor. “I should probably tell you now that I can’t dance,” Y/n let out a cute little giggle. “I’ll teach you.” She placed her arm on his shoulder and took his other hand. Barry hesitantly placed his hand on her waist. “And then we sway.” They looked into each others eyes. Barry was sweating and he looked on edge. 

“Why are you so nervous all the time?” Barry’s eyes widened. “I’m not usually nervous around people, I just uh- you’re really beautiful and I don’t want to mess this dance thing up cause I’d love to go out with you and-” Y/n laughed. “I like you too Barry.” Barry looked surprised. “Really?” Y/n nodded her head. “I mean me? I mean you could have any guy on the team and you like me?” Barry shook his head. 

“Barry,” Y/n said in a sad tone. He looked up at her. “You are the kindest, funniest person I know. You were the one who made me feel at peace here. I was so alone without my sisters and I’m always very self conscious about my weight and-” Barry grabbed her face “You’re gorgeous,” he whispered as the two finally looked lips. They broke apart and rested their foreheads on each others and smiled happily. 

THE END

what's a fire and how does it - what's the word? - burn

so i have this disney playlist i listen to usually when i’m driving and i was blasting poor unfortunate souls this morning and i was thinking

what if ariel didn’t sign the scroll?

because she’s about to, okay, and she looks at the paper. the parchment made of seaweed, the ones that’s specially treated to survive underwater. and she thinks of her cave of treasures, her books that remain perfectly preserved underwater. “no thank you,” she says slowly, becoming keenly aware of air of this place, of the not-people she’d seen who hadn’t been able to pay the price for sea witch’s bargain. “i – no. thank you. but no.”

ursula tries to convince her otherwise, but ariel runs. she goes back to her cave, destroyed as it was by her father’s anger, and thinks.

she’s the daughter of triton. her books never got wet, though she lives in the ocean. she feels a pull inside her, to the land, to somewhere else, but what if – what if –

what if she doesn’t need the sea witch or her father to perform magic for her? what if she has her own?

ursula had wanted her voice because that’s how she performed her magic. singing in this cave had given it powers and protection, and when she saved her prince from the sea – she sang then too, to keep him safe, to guide him back to life and away from death.

so she has magic. she only needs to figure out how to use it.

so that’s what ariel does now. she’s quiet and keeps to herself, and her father and sisters think that it’s because she’s upset with her father, that she’s busy licking her wounds. she’s moved on from that. she has no trident, and is uninterested with fueling her magic with the souls of the damned like ursula has. so she needs to figure something else out.

she does what she’s not supposed to do, and goes where she’s not supposed to go, slipping past the guards and patrols to the one place in the sea that is forbidden to all of them.

the crevice in the earth where what remains of her grandmother lives.

ariel goes to amphitrite, and the sea goddess is so much bigger than ariel, the size of great whale as she curls at the bottom of the sea floor, too old and too tired to do anything more than sleep. “granddaughter,” the great being croaks, opening an eye as blue and as unfathomable as the sea, “you look like me.”

“they say i look like my mother,” she says, and to herself adds: that’s why father can barely stand to look at me.

“you have more of me in you than your mother,” she says, and she shifts and pulls her mass of red hair over her shoulder. “more of me in you than your father does, even.”

“i have magic,” she says, pulling her bravery to the fore as she swims closer to her grandmother, “i want you to teach me how to use it.” amphitrite pushes herself up, and it’s the first time she’s moved in a millennia, and ariel notices for the first time that her grandmother isn’t a mermaid – she has legs.

she has legs.

“you have power,” amphitrite corrects fiercely, “and i will teach you to wield it.”

and so she does. ariel spends her nights by her grandmother, learning to harness the power of the sea that runs in her veins, and sleeps her days away while her sisters and flounder and sebastian grow more and more concerned, but she refuses to tell them why. she refuses to be stopped.

but her heart still aches. she fell in love with her prince, and she wants him still. so she swims to the edge, goes to the beach where his castle resides in the dead of night when her lessons with her grandmother are complete, and sings

. she’s careful not to let any magic leak through, only her voice. she does not want to enchant him. she wants him to love her as she is. so she sings, her voice clear and powerful and cutting through the air. she hopes he can hear it.

then one day a figure walks to the beach, and it’s him, her prince. “hello?” he calls out, “are you out there? are you – please, it was you that saved me, wasn’t it? won’t you come out and let me see you?”

so she does, waves her tail at him until he catches sight of her and takes hesitant, disbelieving steps closer.

“you’re a mermaid,” he says, eyes wide, “i thought i saw – but it couldn’t be.”

“i am, and it can,” she says, heart beating wildly in her chest. he’s just as handsome as she remembered, and she wants him just as much. “my name is ariel.”

“ariel,” he repeats, and pulls off his boots and goes wading into the water, watching her to see if she flinches away from him. she doesn’t, and his strides grow bolder. “my name is eric.”

“eric,” she whispers, and when he’s close enough he touches her, trailing fingers across the bare skin of her shoulder and tangling them in her hair.

when he kisses her, she feels powerful enough to undo the world.

so there’s that now, spending her nights with her grandmother and her prince, and she knows how to make her own legs now, could walk onto land and be made a queen among the two legged men.

but she’s a princess here first, and before she can do that she needs to take care of something.

ursula.

the rotten sea witch with her rotten sea magic won’t be allowed to torment her people any longer.

she tells her grandmother, and amphitrite smiles and says, “an excellent decision, child. i’ve enjoyed our time together, but i think it’s time for me to sleep once more. i’ve taught you everything i can.”

and tears prick ariel’s eyes, but she holds them back. she knew that it couldn’t be forever, that her grandmother can’t die but no longer desires to live and this is the in-between.

“you’ll be an amazing queen,” amphitrite murmurs, and closes her eyes for a millennia more.

this isn’t something to be done in the dead of night, although it would be easier to do it then.

she will make a spectacle of it, she will remind the sea that her people are not to be trifled with.

once upon a time they feared a blue eyed, red haired sea queen with the power to destroy them all. it’s time for them to do so again.

so she drives ursula to the center of the city. her sisters cower and people hide, and her father comes rushing forward to save her.

“you’ve committed great crimes against my people,” she says, not flinching as lightning gathers in the sea witch’s hands, “so now shall a great crime be committed against you.”

“foolish girl,” the sea witch snarls.

triton is yelling. he won’t get there in time.

he doesn’t have to.

she doesn’t need to sing anymore. instead she lifts her hands and pulls ursula apart without ever touching her, not only renders flesh from bone but also sets free the souls she’s been hoarding, reverses the magic done to those who’d fallen into the sea witch’s trap.

they all stare at her, her people, her father, and her sisters. she looks to triton and says, “i’m not a little girl anymore.”

he opens his mouth, closes it again, then says, “i can see that.”

all at once everyone’s perceptions are turned sideways about their youngest princess. she commands a power that even her father doesn’t have access to, she’s not depressed and dreamy – she’s powerful young woman who knows exactly what she’s doing.

so she does what she wanted to do, she gives herself legs and steps onto the sand and launches herself into eric’s arms. she becomes his bride, and the rumors run rampant of what she is, of where she came from, but they can’t prove anything and so they rule.

they live long, happy lives. ariel is his consort, his advisor, his wife, his tactician, and his best friend. all those years reading drowned books have certainly paid off. she ages herself along with her husband, bears his children and then teaches them they ways of her – their – people.

her husband dies, and she disappears, like the stories of selkie women that everyone whispers around her. their children give their father a sea burial, and vow to see him again one day. what they know and none of their subjects do is this – their father’s body isn’t in that casket.

she returns to her ocean, her legs form into her glittering green tail, and she goes home. she uses her terribly powerful magic, and brings her husband with her. she went from princess ariel of the sea to queen ariel of the land, and now she’s back again.

she’s not quite a teenager, but neither is she the old woman she pretended to be on land. she’s returned her and her husband to the prime of their life, and as she gained legs to be with him, he now gives his up to be with her.

eric becomes a merman, and a prince by virtue of being ariel’s husband.

she returns to her family and her world without missing a beat, and they all welcome her as if she never left, treat her husband with kindness and respect.

because they all know.

it doesn’t matter that she’s the youngest. when, far in the future, triton’s reign ends –

ariel’s reign will begin.

hogwarts wlw aesthetics

gryffindor: forehead kisses, brushing her hair out of her face, boxes of chocolates, making each other laugh, blanket forts, seeing her in your jacket and feeling your heart flip, attack hugs, stupidly competitive “i obviously let you win, babe” moments, flying together, serenading her even if your voice is awful, embarassing amounts of pda, linked arms, doodling hearts on your homework, making a huge deal out of her birthday just to make her feel special, fond eye-rolls, tickle fights, sharing a blanket in front of the fire, hugs that last forever, getting on with her friends, catching yourself staring at her, grand gestures to try and impres her, playing footsie under the table, sweaty palms when you hold hands

slytherin: matching tattoos, skipping class to make out, “i hate you less than other people”, inside jokes, stealing each others clothes and makeup, bed-sharing, lil bit of healthy possessiveness, love letters, “i’m so proud of you”s, hickeys, never shutting up about each other and annoying the hell out of everyone else, it couple, matching jewellery, fierce loyalty, little gifts for no reason, open flirting, knowing exactly how she likes her coffee, lip-biting, conversations at 3am, ironic pet names, your arm around her, stupid dance parties in your underwear, meeting her parents, singing her to sleep, feeling like you’re missing something when she’s not there, being able to communicate just by giving each other a look, calling her your girlfriend around other people

hufflepuff: nose kisses, playing with her hair as she lays in your lap, bringing her flowers, baking together and getting flour everywhere, cuddling, knowing when to say sorry, picnics, walking her to class even if it’s the opposite direction to where you’re going, blushing, binge-watching series together, hand-holding, knowing exactly how to cheer her up after a bad day, board games, making flower crowns, adopting a pet together, “i’m trying to be mad at you stop looking so cute”, sickeningly domestic, sleepy mornings lying in bed, playlists of songs that remind you of her, one drink two straws, cute petnames, “you hang up first”, realising she’s your best friend, insisting on carrying her books, laughing against each other’s mouths

ravenclaw: poetry, bringing her food/drinks when she’s studying, reading aloud to each other, pushing her glasses up her nose when they slide down, cafe dates, quiet nights in, walks in the woods holding hands, cheek kisses, curling up in one seat, soft love songs, the way your name sounds when she says it, talking for hours, smoothing away the frown between her eyebrows when she’s stressed, shoulder rubs, whispered “i love you”s, scheduled date nights, little notes slipped into books, total support, the feeling of being known, helping each other out, cooking meals for her, slow dancing, “this reminded me of you”, learning all her little quirks, the smell of her hair

#ok but sana #is just a girl with a crush here #look at her little smile when she hears his name #look at her going to the mirror #and taking a deep breath #like saying you can do this #it’s not even been one episode #and we see how much sana is hiding her feelings and vulnerabilities #how she has put on a mask of fierceness #to hide from everyone #especially her friends #cause she doesn’t think they will understand #how much harder it is for her to live in a world dominated by sex #how much harder is for her to just like a boy #not knowing if he will ever wanna be with her #if she doesn’t offer him sex #how much harder it is for sana to express any kind of emotion #when it’s so different from what the society she lives considers ‘’normal’’

Every Song on Taylor Swift’s reputation

As analyzed by Time Magazine

1. “…Ready For It?”: Starting things off with a thumping bass line and rallying cry, “…Ready For It?” also offers one of Swift’s prettiest melodies. “In the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do,” she sings sweetly before switching into her new-era rap-singing. “He can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor,” she insists, name-checking a famous — and drama-filled — pairing, and setting the scene for the rest of the album’s investigation of the perils of stardom.

2. “End Game” (featuring Ed Sheeran and Future): Swift tapped her good friend Sheeran for this slow-jam-style track, a self-reflective — and self-aware — plea to both the listener and a lover. “I wanna be your end game,” Swift sings off the top, allowing in a little vulnerability — before jumping into a rap-sung chorus. “Big reputation, you and me we got big reputations,” she chants, recognizing the baggage that her stardom brings (and name-checking the album’s title, of course). Of-the-moment rapper Future of “Mask Off” success adds in a slick verse, sticking to the love-against-the-odds theme. Swift goes on to sing she doesn’t want to be an “ex-love” and that she isn’t into the drama; it’s just her burden to bear. This is peak Swift: emotionally open, but ready and willing to have some fun with the hype around her own persona. Sheeran’s contribution comes in the form of another rap-sung verse in the same vein, seeming to reference his own relationship and the pitfalls that fame has placed in his path to love. His advice? Ignore the rumors.

3. “I Did Something Bad”: Swift knows that her critics have strong opinions about her; after all, the album is called Reputation. And in the bombastic “I Did Something Bad,” she appears to address some of the narratives that have surrounded her. “I never trust a narcissist, but they love me / So I play them like a violin, and I make it look oh so easy,” she opens this one over a sharp string pluck. “If a man talks s–t then I owe him nothing.” Here is new-era Swift: holding her head high, unapologetic and fiercely protective of her own success. Then, a funky dubstep drop brings shades of her mega-hit “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” into the mix. Heavily electronically manipulated, and punctuated with a strong beat, it’s a banger of a track — and her defiant response to her detractors. “I never trust a playboy, but they love me,” she insists, stating matter of-factly that it’s best to “leave before you get left,” and hinting that maybe her splashy former relationships weren’t all they might have seemed. And then there’s the kicker: “They’re burning all the witches, even if you aren’t one,” she croons on an auto-tuned bridge. “Go ahead and light me up.” Of all the quotable lines in Swift’s oeuvre, this one is right up there at the top for its blazing imagery.

4. “Don’t Blame Me”: If you’re a fan of Avicii or Kygo’s brand of un-rushed atmospheric electro-pop, you might like the rich, vibey notes Swift brings together in “Don’t Blame Me,” a moody, dark song that starts out swinging and pretty, and builds into a gospel-backed EDM anthem. “Don’t blame me, love made me crazy / if it doesn’t you ain’t doin’ it right,” she sings emphatically. “Lord save me, my drug is my baby, I be using for the rest of my life.” Swift has endured criticism for her relationships: the fact that she’s in them, the fact that she sings about them. “Don’t Blame Me” could be a clapback to that criticism, reminding listeners that the heart simply wants what it wants, as her friend Selena Gomez once said.

5. “Delicate”: Swift is, appropriately enough, at her most fragile on “Delicate.” Refreshingly honest, it’s a melodic electro-ballad with a resonant refrain. “My reputation’s never been worse so, you must like me for me,” she muses, her voice a light wisp, in a wry nod to her year in the spotlight before breaking down her insecurities: “Is it cool that I said all that? Is it too soon to do this yet?” Like pretty much anyone dealing with a new crush, Swift sings of moments of doubt. Perhaps even superstars have their sore spots. She couches this sweetly uncertain song in snippets of dates — at a dive bar, in her apartment — but keeps it about her circular internal monologue, always questioning just how much her feelings are being reciprocated.

6. “Look What You Made Me Do”: Swift’s lead single — and immediate chart-topper following its release — “LWYMMD” was a shocking reintroduction to the Swift of Reputation: hard, unapologetic, focused on retribution. Step aside, “Bad Blood,” this song is much more cutting. “I’ve got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined,” she reminded her haters over a Right Said Fred sample. The propulsive beat and insistence that the old Taylor was “dead” only sharpened her point.

7. “So It Goes…”: Here, she switches things back to romance, reflecting on just how a new love interest might help her out of her fixations: “you make everyone disappear,” she explains in the moody, murky opening segment, which opens into a trap-lite chorus about getting caught up in the moment (and, of course, leaving some signature lipstick “on your face”). But for life with Swift, that’s just how it goes. “I’m yours to keep, and yours to lose. You know I’m not a bad girl, but I’ll do bad things with you,” she adds with a wink; this version of Swift has made a marked departure from her squeaky-clean roots as America’s Nashville sweetheart.

8. “Gorgeous”: Yes, that’s Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds’s baby daughter James opening up “Gorgeous” with a gurgle. But the rest of the song deals with adult topics. Over a bubbling, chime-like beat, Swift sings about the irresistible power of attraction — even when it’s not the best idea. “You’re so gorgeous, it actually hurts,” she sings with frustration. “There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have.” Despondent, she talks of heading home to hang out with her cats — and then, with a wink, invites her object of attention to join her.

9. “Getaway Car”: Told as a dramatic story of a heist and an ill-fated love adventure over shimmering 80s-style production, “Getaway Car” is one of Swift’s most metaphor-driven tracks on the album. “We never had a shotgun shot in the dark,” she sings with a rebellious twang. “Nothing good starts in a getaway car.” Swift’s has often had its fair share of melodrama; remember “Into the Woods”? In “Getaway Car,” though, she calls herself a “traitor” who turns in her erstwhile partner in crime. Looks like Swift might be willing to flirt with the dark side, but she’s no good at following through with crimes — of the legal kind, or of the heart. Instead, she says, she takes the keys and leaves the guy stranded at a motel. It’s no happy ending, but it’s a reminder that Swift isn’t afraid to assert her independence.

10. “King of My Heart”: Taylor Swift has always been good at love songs. In “King of My Heart” she hits her sweet spot, over a synth-heavy track and strategic auto-tune assist. “I’m perfectly fine, I live on my own, I made up my mind I’m better off bein’ alone,” she starts off. But it doesn’t stay that way for long; after meeting a (evidently non-American) paramour who pursues her, the story (and the song) go straight into the romance. “You’re the one I have been waiting for,” she gushes, dissing some other guys with “their fancy cars” who didn’t quite measure up to this new interest. And yes, the character in the title is indeed the king of her heart — and body, and soul.

11. “Dancing With Our Hands Tied”: Although it starts off as a down-tempo, melancholy kind of tune, “Dancing With Our Hands Tied” adds in Swift’s now-rote trap-lite drop to amp up the drama on this will-we-won’t-we tale of star-crossed lovers separated by an unkind fate. “I had a bad feeling,” she suggests about the romantic interest, but she goes on to dance with him anyway; some chemistry just can’t be denied.

12. “Dress”: “I only bought this dress so you could take it off,” Swift sings slyly on “Dress,” her most overtly sexual work yet. She wants her lover to carve his name into her bedpost; her hands shake in anticipation. A breathy, synth-y track with lots of whispery vocals, Swift is unequivocal about her interest in this person as much more than a friend. “Made your mark on me; a golden tattoo,” she sings cryptically. It’s a departure from her usually PG approach to love songs, emblematic of a Swift who’s claiming her maturity more than ever.

13. “This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things”: Kicking things off with a siren sound, Swift strips it back to a stomping call-out of the haters, a giddy sister of sorts to dark lead single “Look What You Made Me Do.” “Why’d you have to rain on my parade?” she asks, her voice petulant, sneering with humor and attitude. “This is why we can’t have nice things, darling: because you break them, I have to take them away.” When she tries to go diplomatic — “forgiveness is a nice thing to do” goes one line, sung in an angelic lilt — she breaks the fourth wall with a burst of sharp laughter. Swift is no longer willing to “Shake It Off,” as she once tried to do.

14. “Call It What You Want”: Maybe the most by-the-book Swift song on Reputation, “Call It What You Want” is a slow-burning meditation on the transformative power of relationships, filled with lyrical puns: “All the liars are calling me one,” she sighs at one point. “All my flowers grew back as thorns.” But this is still a love letter, and a reminder that Swift has moved on from the fray around her so-called “reputation.” “My baby’s fly like a jetstream, high above the whole scene,” she sings proudly, making it clear that the baby in question has taken her along for the ride.

15. “New Year’s Day”: Her one acoustic piano ballad on the album, “New Year’s Day” is a tender and intimate love song. The snapshots are sweet and evocative: glitter on the floor after a party, candle wax and polaroids on the hardwood floor, holding hands in the backseat of a taxi. “Hold on to the memories,” she repeats in the chorus, “and I will hold on to you.” Nostalgic for the moment even as it’s happening, it’s a lovely, effecting closer, letting Swift’s voice and earnest message shine without the complications of over-production. She may get her kicks with big pop anthems, but vulnerable ballads like this one are just as much a part of her musical DNA.

Lifted from Time Magazine

another Wholesome Thing i appreciate abt guardians vol.2: 

gamora was given the opportunity to be soft and emotional and fill the role of “squad mom” without sacrificing her brutality, strength, or violent tendencies, and simultaneously had an individual arc that was separate and independent from that role. like, there’s a lot of quotes and interviews where they talk abt how gamora became everyone’s mom in guardians 2 and i almost dislike that there’s a chance people will see those things outside the context of the movie itself, bc yes, she co-parents the squad with peter, but it’s a natural, organic role development for both of them, and her individual character is not sacrificed at all for her to be shoehorned into the traditional feminine role of nurturing mother. you get to see her develop and show those hints of softness and silliness that she displayed in the first film, naturally, easily, as a result of her growing bond with her new ragtag family, yes. and that’s good. they didn’t make her do anything there that she wouldn’t have realistically done. but you also get to see her have a separate arc that adds emotional depth to her character via her interactions with nebula, and, on top of that, nothing about her parenting role is actually inherently gendered on-screen. hell, one could argue that both peter and gamora are squad moms and squad dads, just because liike …. they’re there. they’re looking out for everyone. they’re waving at groot mid-battle and making sure he puts on his seatbelt. there’s nothing specifically male or female about those interactions, but they are reminiscent of parents.

so i guess my point is that i really appreciated that gamora got the chance to be a momfriend without that role being explicitly a “woman’s role”, that she got to be soft and gentle and loving and silly without it forcing her into a Feminine Box or stripping her of her other characteristics – her awkward earnestness, her brutality, her physical strength, her fierce loyalty. i really appreciated that she got to be a full, fleshed out character, clearly coded as co-leader of the team, peter’s equal and partner in all possible ways, with her own individual arc and a more subtle arc that was intimately tied into her caring relationship with all the members of her family. all without once being sexualized.

[peace sign emoji] pls go see this film,

sometimes I think about how Undyne’s magic was the color of kindness, and what that means for someone who chose to go into the guard and who thinks about her friends and pounds the ground in anger and who loves so fiercely and has undoubtedly taken a life, someone who says, “do you think it’s funny when people don’t come home?” and who teaches you how to cook

undyne who taps into the earth so deeply she can feel the hearts of others beating as one

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The Raven Boys alternate covers 

“There are only two reasons a non-seer would see a spirit on St. Mark’s Eve,” Neeve said. “Either you’re his true love … or you killed him.”

 It is freezing in the churchyard, even before the dead arrive. Every year, Blue Sargent stands next to her clairvoyant mother as the soon-to-be dead walk past. Blue herself never sees them—not until this year, when a boy emerges from the dark and speaks directly to her. 

His name is Gansey, and Blue soon discovers that he is a rich student at Aglionby, the local private school. Blue has a policy of staying away from Aglionby boys. Known as Raven Boys, they can only mean trouble. 

But Blue is drawn to Gansey, in a way she can’t entirely explain. He has it all—family money, good looks, devoted friends—but he’s looking for much more than that. He is on a quest that has encompassed three other Raven Boys: Adam, the scholarship student who resents all the privilege around him; Ronan, the fierce soul who ranges from anger to despair; and Noah, the taciturn watcher of the four, who notices many things but says very little.

For as long as she can remember, Blue has been warned that she will cause her true love to die. She never thought this would be a problem. But now, as her life becomes caught up in the strange and sinister world of the Raven Boys, she’s not so sure anymore.

home after rain

blue orchids short story

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: too much fluff.. too much cute
word count: 3.986
author’s note: surprise! \o/ I honestly have no idea how or why this happened. yesterday I just… started writing, and here we are, a few thousand words later. also, bear in mind that this is a sequel to blue orchids, so you need to read that one first if you want to understand this short piece. hope you all enjoy!

This story is set six years into the future within Blue Orchids’ universe.


The sun rays are melting on your skin. It has been a while since the skies opened up like this, leaving the sun bare to the living, its warmth a pleasant gift after days of storm and gloom. The sand under your legs and feet is, fortunately, not scorching — not yet, at least. The early morning is still warming up to the pristine sun, and the salty winds of the beach are still a strange mixture of the growing heatwave and the remnants of past iciness.

You cannot remember the last time you visited the beach, but it does not feel foreign or uncomfortable. It feels like you belong, mind at peace and body molding to the sand as your extended legs allow your toes to brush against the gentle waves that break and ebb away, water still too chilly to enjoy at its fullest.

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A Court of Mist and Fury alternative cover(Version 1). Art by @merwild . I love so, so much the expression on her face - you can see her determination, her fierceness, and the strength she finally realises she has. And what she could do with it. 

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Happy 25th birthday Harley Quinn!!

↳ September 11th 2017

 Harley Quinn has been in my life a long time (we’re almost the same age) and I grew up watching her in the original batman animated series. I automatically loved her funny and unique personality. She stuck with me through the years and when I went through phases of loving something and ditching it shortly after, Harley stayed with me and my love her only grew. It took me awhile to start getting into the comics but when I did I fell in head first, I loved the way she grew into her own and how fiercely independent she became. She’s been an inspiration to me, so much so I even got a tattoo of her. It’s been a really lovely 25 years and I can’t wait to be by her side for the next 25 years and more! 

BTS Highlight Reel Theory “Love Yourself”

First of all let me say that the girls in the highlight reel are really cute and I love them. A lot of people are saying that they are bts’ love interest or that the “Love Yourself” is based on romance but if it is ,how is it connected to HYYH? So, this is my theory and I am just trying to make sense out of this as everyone else.



THE GIRLS MAY NOT BE LOVE INTEREST BUT A REFLECTION OF THEMSELVES OR THEIR GUIDANCE ANGELS. When I watched over the teaser I saw a lot of similar features that the girls have boys.
Jin’s girl have a grace to her beautiful and eternal also physically she has the boardest shoulders out of all the girls. Jungkook’s girl seem tomboyish and very young by the her style is messy and carefree. Yoongi’s girl is very obvious she’s short but also have a fierce attitude, as shown she took away his lighter. Namjoon’s girl showed a bit of clumsiness when she through down the papers and shyly thank him. Taehyung’s girl was also very obvious her badgirl attitude reflect on Taehyung in the past when he used to get into trouble. Finally, Jimin and Hoseok’s girl she had a very bright arua like Hobi but for some reason I think she is there for both of them. Not in a love triangle but to guide Jimin to help Hoseok (that’s for the next explanation)

If this is really part of HYYH how is it connected, since HYYH was about their youth and friendship? Well, love plays a big role in growing up, rejection, heartbeark, the whole concept of “Love Yourself” is you have to find yourself first and appreciate yourself. The girls are there to help through the hard time their are facing (the friendship that the boys lost with each other) to help them through and reconnect, maybe with each other and heal them from their past.

The scenes have similar concept to all of them. When Jin’s girl drop her book why didn’t he didn’t run after her or did he see something in the book from his past (his note or pictures he though of the memebers by the sea). I think she is there to help him go back by the sea(as seen in his poster)


Jk’s girl is helping him heal maybe from being alone and hopeless because he can’t walk. She guide him through a better hope and one day he can walk again.In his poster he’s shown to be very happy.


Yoongi’s is very obvious, from the past his lighter was always connected to him. He was shown smoking a cigarette which can be portrait as self-destructive even his concept quoted that “ Don’t come near me, you’ll be unhappy”. But you see she stopped him and give him an alternative meaning so he can live longer. She give him a lollipop which is also connected to Namjoon. Even at that scene he looked at the lollipop as if it reminded him for something… or someone.

Namjoon’s I’m kinda unsure about but his quote “ I only will watch you from behind, cause now is not the time”. He was watching the girl from behind but as she drop her fliers he went and help her. By that incident she make him come forward, I think she is there to help him realize that the time is now and to stop looking from behind.

Taehyung’s is obvious as Yoongi’s, the girl was shoplifting but he stopped him from doing a crime which can get her in trouble. Taehyung is well known for a lot of crimes in his past and I think she is there for to redeem himself from his sins such as paying the item for her.

Jimin and Hoseok are very connected in HYYH, they have similar personalities and problems. Like in a their solo song Lie and Mama the setting is very similar. I don’t know how to explain it but the reason why there is one girl because Hoseok has a personality disorder as he suffer from when he was child when his mother left him.


In his solo short film the doctor diagnosed him with munchausan’s symptoms

Because of this he’s mentally unstable and can’t get thing straight. Jimin is also suffering from something as his quote said “ I lied because I thought there was no way that you would love someone like me” I think this means he’s behind in something from Hoseok but don’t want to tell him because he think it will hurt him. I think she is there to help Jimin reveal his lie to Hoseok and help Hoseok with his disorder.

I have more theories on this but my main thing is I don’t think this is a romance concept BH is trying to show. Let’s be real it’s them when is anything this simple there is definitely more to theses girls than love. They have a lot of connection with the boys from HYYH and I think they are really there for to help them heal individually and slowly guide them to each other.

Tbh I believe them to be feminine reflection of themselves (don’t get me wrong I love the love concept) but it’s too simple to be just that.

Also thank @jungshookah on twitter for the munchausan’s symdrome info. 

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for @portentous-offerings who is my sick buddy today. Feel better my friend ^_^ 

“She’s never going to love me.”

It was so quiet she almost missed it.

“What did you say Kitty?” she asked, her face still pressed into his back from where they were cuddling in her bed.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said, rolling over and giving her a cheeky smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Are… are you talking about Ladybug?” she asked softly, feeling the knot of guilt that had steadily been building over the last few months of this strange friendship they had fallen into.

He didn’t bring up her alter ego very often. The subject of romance in general always seeming to carry some sort of bizarre taboo whenever he stopped by for his increasingly frequent visits. Not that Marinette had minded. She had Alya to cry to about her lack-luster love life after all, and given how unwaveringly supportive he was about all of her other problems, it seemed silly to hold it against him that he was uncomfortable talking to a girl about crushes and the like.

His eyes flashed guiltily and he rolled back over, staring out into the darkness of the room.

“Really it’s nothing,” he said again, but he couldn’t quite mask the defeated tone that colored his words.

It was a sound she was all too used to. The same defeated cadence that had echoed from her own lips after her disastrous attempt at confessing to Adrien 5 months and 27 days earlier that no amount of Rom-coms or Alya suggested poster-burning had been able to cure.

“Chat, it isn’t nothing,” she said, sitting up and gently trying to pull him back around. He didn’t budge, still keeping his gaze obstinately fixed at something that she couldn’t see. “If it matters to you… it isn’t nothing. Not to me.”

“It’s not appropriate,” he said softly, “and it’s not fair to you.”

“Shouldn’t I get to be the judge of that?”

“It would be selfish-“

“So be selfish!” she said with a slightly forced laugh. “Trust me, you have a long way to go before you catch up to my level of selfish so I am hardly one to judge.” She teased her fingers through his hair, letting her nails scratch delicately against his scalp and felt him relax in spite of himself.

“Yeah right,” he scoffed lightly, “your strange phone kleptomania aside, you’re a pretty stand-up person.”

“Hey, I will have you know I have been working very hard to reform my phone-napping ways,” she teased, hoping to draw out a real smile from him.

“You stole Alya’s phone just last week!”

“That was a special circumstance. I told you so,” she pouted. “Besides, Adrien doesn’t deserve to be taunted like that no matter what Alya might say about it,” she added softly.  

She felt Chat stiffen slightly, his cat ear twitching at her words, and she was once again suspicious that he knew all about her romantic trouble regardless of their lack of conversation on the subject. She flushed at the thought.

“You are one of the most selfless people I know,” he said, reaching up to grasp her hand in his own and give it a brief reassuring squeeze.

The guilt Marinette was feeling was almost overpowering as the thought of the secrets she was keeping from him weighed on her like a stone. He had never questioned how they had fallen into such an easy friendship, and she had become too attached to having him as a part of her life- her normal everyday life- to be willing to admit the one-sidedness of it all. Here she was getting mopey over someone she had sworn she was done chasing after in front of a guy whose heart she routinely seemed to trample into the dust. Talk about selfish.  

“Please just tell me,” she whispered, her fingers resuming their seductive strokes that she knew full well would reduce him to a compliant puddle in her lap.

He was silent for a few more moments before finally letting out a small defeated sigh.

“I was just thinking about everything and I guess I just…” he hesitated. “She’ll never love me. I know that. I think on some level I always suspected as much.”

His voice wasn’t bitter or angry, and that calm resignation shattered her own heart into a million pieces more than the actual words he was saying.

“I think,” he continued, “I think I will be ok with it. She loves someone else. She doesn’t really say much about it, maybe to preserve our identities or maybe because she doesn’t want to hurt my feelings, but every once in a while she lets something slip and it’s not that hard to put the pieces together. I always thought it was so cheesy in the movies when people would say things like I just want her to be happy, but I think I get it now. She’s incredible and I am always going to love her, but she doesn’t need me to make her happy.”

Marinette could feel the tears pooling behind her eyes as the words poured out of him in his soft, even tone. Her fingers were frozen, buried in his lush golden hair, her breaths turning shallow and frantic as the words reverberated through her like an electric current.

She stared down at the boy beside her. Her precious, irreplaceable kitten, who loved her so fiercely and believed in her so much. Who was willing to call her out for her faults and yet somehow still believed her capable of rising above them.

“She’s smart,” Chat continued, his voice seeming to echo in the near silence of the night, “and I know that whoever she does choose is going to be someone who can make her happy. Somebody good and funny and able to keep up with her when she is at her best and keep her grounded when she’s at her worst. So I think I can be ok with that.”

She tried to imagine what her future would be with some potential lover. Her heart lurched slightly at the thought of Adrien, her own love that was apparently not to be. She brushed that thought aside and instead tried to picture a world where she was curled up beside some new face, running her fingers through hair that wasn’t blonde.

She had to choke back a sob.

The slight twinge of pain she had felt at the momentary reminder that she and Adrien would never be more than friends was nothing to the soul rendering terror she felt at the sudden realization that finding a new love would inevitably mean losing Chat.

They would still be friends. Of course, it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be like this. He would never impose like that. Not her Chat. Her partner who was good, and funny, and who had seen her at her best and her worst, who knew her better than anyone, and who still had never made her feel anything less than precious. Her dearest friend who just the momentary thought of a life without him made her feel like she was dying.

Chat let out a small self-deprecating laugh and Marinette wondered how she had ever been so blind.

“So yeah,” he said finally twisting back around to look up at her, “I think I’ll be ok. Even if she doesn’t love me.”

She gazed down at him, his brilliant green eyes glowing in the near darkness of the night, a tired smile on his face that she longed to see transformed into his usual infectious grin, as the truth hit her like a bolt of lightning.

“I do,” she said breathlessly, before leaning down to capture his lips in a long overdue kiss.

I have loved Siobhan Sadler from the very first moment she appeared on the screen (well before we even knew her full name). You could immediately see that she was fierce, full of love, and 100% capable of fucking up any living creature that dared to cross her. You could see the love she had for Sarah in her eyes, even as she told Sarah that she’d cut her off from Kira. So much of my love for Siobhan should be credited to Maria Doyle Kennedy’s talent, but as a character in general, she was everything I needed. A mother figure, a badass woman, someone I could trust no matter what, even if the writers tried to convince me otherwise. To me, Siobhan has always been the heart of Orphan Black. She has always run 100% on her love for her family and has never once had a motive beyond protecting those she loves. Siobhan has always been the strongest and most pure-hearted character on Orphan Black, and I will fight anyone that says otherwise.

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You knew that Laurel was gonna die. And now you’re gonna take me back, and I’m gonna save my sister.

I have never related to nor loved a character as much as I love Annabeth Chase. She is multifaceted and precocious and determined to prove herself worthy, she is allowed to be rough and completely unkempt and rude and project an aura of intelligence and confidence so strong it is, at times, completely insufferable while also revealing her fears and weaknesses in moments of emotional vulnerability. She’s so terrified of not being good enough, of the people she loves leaving her (despite this she falls for a boy who everyone says is going to die) and it manifests as jealousy and arrogance and yet she is so fiercely loyal to those she loves and is willing to sacrifice herself to save them.

She gets her own backstory and character arc, she has her own relationships with side characters that have completely unique dynamics, and she grows up so much over the course of the series.

Sure, her motives can be a little unclear sometimes, and she loses a degree of her independence over the course of HoO (when she considers being with Percy more important than being alive? But just before that she left him behind to embark on an extremely important quest that Only She could do, Alone, so… back to those mixed motivations) but over all she is one of the best written female characters I have ever read, and having her as the deuteragonist in a middle-grade/YA series is so important. 

I love her. So much. I could go on and on and on about all the ways that I think she is a fantastic, layered character and my favourite ever.

Thankful to have this fierce eyebrowed, bad ass chef, story loving, big spooning, grandpa liquor drinking, back rub giving, cat obsessed woman by my side every day. ❤️ @ktorr19