she's great ;w;


You acted like the bad guy in front of her, but I know you’re hurt inside. I was aiming for that.


a series of unlikely crossovers:

Clary and Wrango are headed to the Derby! Wearing their May best c8


Y’all should draw your ocs in Kentucky Derby clothes I wanna see more dressed up ocs/ocs in big hats

(long post, sorry)

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

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

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

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

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

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

the difference between penelope’s and victor’s reactions to elena’s coming out though… penelope is such a great mom, even she had a little bit of a tough time getting used to the fact that elena’s a lesbian but she never, not even once, threw her own difficulty in dealing with that over her daughter’s shoulders as if it was her problem to solve. instead she went to her lesbian friend and asked for genuine advice bc she knew she wasnt being fair to elena and all she wanted was for her kid to feel safe, accepted and loved - which elena is. you know, it was a new thing to her, a big and fresh discovery, and she had her time to figure out how to be more comfortable about it and she got there. because she cares and loves elena, just like alex and lydia do (i mean lydia deadass ranted to herself about it until she realized she was totally cool with it no biggies). thats what good parenting is, trying to understand your child without hurting them, not throwing a tantrum and leaving in the middle of their quinceañera just before your dance together. thats just being selfish and an asshole, and both of those victor really was.

anonymous asked:

How do you like the new dance emots for junkrat and symmetra?


Junkrat is exactly as dorky and hilarious as I would have expected 

I was really hoping Symmetra would get like, an emote straight out of a classical bharatanatyam routine, but I still like hers


TOP 20 FUTURAMA EPISODES (as voted by my followers) ↮ #15. The Farnsworth Parabox

“It contains a parallel universe! And when you create a parallel universe, it’s almost always populated by evil twins!”


anonymous asked:

Could you do headcanons about Keith & Lance w/ an alien s/o or close friend (she/her) w/ great heat tolerance, draws energy from sunlight, can use heat energy for healing,melting metal,etc and she rarely ever feels cold because of it and is like the ideal cuddler bc they're like a literal heater? In terms of appearance, she has dark skin w/ beige spots on her forehead, ears, collarbone, shoulders and hips + her ears are wide/pointy but she feels insecure about them so her hair covers them up.

;; she sounds so cute wow!!!! <3_<3 tysm for sending! - mod danny

Keith -

  • I like to think that Keith is a sucker for warm weather (given the characteristics of his lion & how they mirror their pilot and all) so having her around would definitely make him feel good bc its like carrying a piece of the sun around with him
  • Esp likes it if she ever hugs him from behind and warms him up that way, soothing his joints after a long day of training
  • He’d think she’s the overall prettiest alien in the universe like hands down keith would die for her (also always looking for ways to put her in the spotlight like pointing out how her powers could help out in a mission, etc)
  • When they’re alone he’ll subtly brush her hair back so that her ears are Exposed because he’d think they’re one of her best features. He wouldn’t verbally say it but little actions like that would suffice as a hint

Lance -

  • He’d like counting the little beige spots dotted over her, he’d grow familiar with them and often be like: (pointing to a spot) “was this one always here? I swear it wasn’t last time I checked. [Name], I’m telling you-
  • Since heat is pretty much his counterpart he’d believe that they’re meant for each other because! wow they balance eachother out!
  • One time he literally asked her if the sun is her mom
  • Whenever he’s cold he’ll just. Lay on her. If you’ve ever seen big hero six, that scene when baymax becomes a heater and everyone just plops onto him - thats lance
  • Sometimes pulls her ears out of their little hiding spots just to tease her - but when he finds out that she’s self conscious about them he’d totally shoot that idea out of the sky and urge her to wear her ears out more often

so i was thinking about it and like I always feel so uncomfortable when books try to make their special magical different™ characters (like those w powers) equatable to struggles of minorities?? like ok it’s fine if you want to encourage open mindedness, especially in kids, but then why are all the characters always white… anyway im really tired of writers trying to make their plot an allegory to discrimination or something when it’s just to enhance their storyline and characters


He looks at me like he’s the spoon and I’m the dish of ice cream.


fuckin late but here’s six photos from 2016, mostly snapchats (mid bottom by the ever wonderful iz). it’s been a real Year and i’m glad to see the back of it, but as i was going through my photo stream to find these it occurred to me that i had some pretty good shit happen to me as well. i moved out of home, i got a cat, i travelled, i finished uni, i became an aunt, i made new friends, and i think that overall, i’m probably in the best place i’ve been in for a while.