so she could see it

Gruvia Drabble - Nervous

“How does Juvia look?” The blunette girl asked her boyfriend - who was lying in bed watching her put all that was inside the wardrobe outside, and change clothes several times - as she turned on her heels so the dark haired man could see every detail of her look, and waited anxiously to hear his opinion.

“This is the fourth time you change your clothes, Juvia. The first time you already looked great.”

Juvia sighed. “Sorry… Juvia is nervous.”

“Why?” Gray frowned. “I told you, it’s just my family.”

“It’s not ‘just your family’! Tomorrow Juvia will meet the most important people in your life. She needs to be perfect! What if they hate Juvia ?!”

He rolled his eyes. “They will not hate you.”

“Gray-sama said Ul-san never approved any of his girlfriends before.” The woman started pacing the room. “Oh God, she will not approve Juvia and we will not be able to be together for the rest of our lives because she is your mother and she knows what’s best for you. Maybe Juvia is not even the right girl, but if she’s not… What is Juvia going to do without Gray-sama?!” Juvia babbled over her worries non-stop.

“Juvia, calm down.” Gray suppressed a laugh, not knowing if he should be amused by his girlfriend or not. She was on the verge of a nervous breakdown because of nothing. “Come here.” He tapped the mattress lightly, asking her to join him in the empty space beside him.

The blunette made a cute pout but did what her boyfriend asked anyway.

“Juvia is exaggerating, isn’t she?” Juvia asked sulkily as she looked down at her feet.

“Of course you are. It wouldn’t be you if too much drama wasn’t involved.” Gray spoke with amusement. “My girl is such a goof.” With that, his girlfriend smiled a little and looked at him.

“But you love her.”

“Um…” The dark haired man pretended to think for a moment, then shrugged. “Okay, maybe a little.” He smiled. “Think about the positive side. You already know Lyon and he was never my favorite person, much less the most important of my life.”

“Gray-sama doesn’t understand…”

“Not really. There’s no reason to be so nervous. It’s not like we’re going to ask for their approval or something, right?” Gray shrugged, unconcerned.

“But Juvia wants Ul-san’s approval.” The blunette whispered. If her boyfriend hadn’t been by her side, he wouldn’t have listened.

Gray took a deep breath before speaking again. “That’s very important to you, isn’t it?” Juvia only nodded. “I’m sure she’ll love you.”

“How do you know?” Another whisper.

“She has those eyes that seem to see deep inside people’s souls.” The man spoke casually as he shrugged before smiling broad and playful.

“Now Juvia is getting scared.” She laughed softly.

“No, now seriously..” He grabbed Juvia’s shoulders gently and made her look him in the eye. “My mother would be crazy to look at you and not to be enchanted right away, at first sight.”

Juvia narrowed her eyes at him. “Gray-sama wasn’t enchanted with Juvia when we first met.”

“Because I’m an idiot. That time didn’t count.”


AN: Okay, I was bored.

Rock Bottom (Whouffaldi)

Title: Rock Bottom
Author: thegoodniffler
Rating: G
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 634
Pairings or Characters: The Doctor (12th), Clara Oswald
Spoilers: None (Twelves blindness from series ten!)
Notes: This is my first attempt in ages to write a Whouffaldi fanfic! I’ve been desperate but nothing ever helped me out!
Warnings: None!
Summary: *‘I… Clara how can I protect you? I can’t see. What if something happens to you?’*
Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who! It belongs to the BBC!


Clara had never seen the Doctor so lost before. She had never seen him rely so heavily on her and what she could see. He was unfocused. He couldn’t find her even if she was sat right in front of him, his eyes would always wander off to the left or right.

It pained her to know that he was *struggling*. He couldn’t quite get the hang of being sightless. He was trying. He always tried. He was the Doctor after all. He was agitated, easily wound up and his steady hands were plagued by shakes. He’d become anxious, paranoid and fearful. Something she’d never had to deal with before.

He was quiet and that saddened her. She missed the one liners and impeccable timing and dry humour. She just missed the *sound* of his voice. She missed the harshness, no matter how soft spoken the words were. But he wouldn’t speak to her.

Today was no different. He was perched on the edge of a stool by the desk on the upper level of the TARDIS control room, the whir of his glasses the only sound coming from his direction. His fingers were crawling slowly across the table top. He was searching for something he couldn’t quite find.

*'Let me help you.’* Clara said, her voice soft and gentle. His fidgety shaking hands paused in their quest to find the object he was seeking at the sudden sound.

*'I’m fine.’* he replied, his words harsh and cracked. His voice almost sounded *unused*. She frowned, walking slowly up the stairs towards the bookshelf a couple of feet from him. She glanced over, his fingers continuing to move towards his screwdriver sat precariously on the edge of the desk.

She could see the frustration on his face. She missed the smirks and grins. The soft smiles and the terrifying scowls. She missed the laughter and the banter which he claimed he disliked so much.

*'You don’t have to pretend that you’re okay you know…’* she said, pulling an old dusty book off of the shelf, bracing herself for an outburst of pent up rage. She’d closed her eyes and tensed her body to deflect the flinch she knew would come.

*'I… Clara how can I protect you? I can’t see. What if something happens to you?’*

His voice was quite. If she hadn’t been so close she would have missed the vulnerability that dropped from the words that left his lips. She turned sharply, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open, the book pressed firmly to her chest.

His fingers hand stilled only inches away from his screwdriver and his head was bowed, glasses sliding down his nose slightly. He just looked defeated and it broke her heart just a fraction more.

She walked over to him, placing the book she’d picked up on the desk next to his left hand. She crouched slightly, her right hand gently touching his forearm so he knew she was there next to him. He accepted the touch, so she gently covered his flinching hand with hers, rubbing her thumb over the trembling skin.

*'Don’t worry about me,’* she said softly, with a small smile which she knew he couldn’t see. *'Perhaps I’ll just have to protect you.’*

He huffed slightly, his shoulders starting to relax. His hand twisted in hers, until her fingers were tracing the lines on his palm, his fingertips tapping softly on her skin. She couldn’t help the gentle laughter that left her lips when he replied softly,

*'That never does end well.’*

*'No,’* she said, placing a kiss on his pale cheek. When she pulled back she noticed his lips quirk up briefly into a small smile. She bit her lip before saying, *'but we try our best and that’s all the matters.’ *

This little girl who is a regular visitor of my workshops gave me this cookie she made with black glaze to say goodbye (I gave my last workshop ever yesterday), along with some 35mm photo film.

She was super sad to see me go, so she asked if she could add me on WhatsApp (she just got her first phone ever the other day) so we can keep in contact, and so that she can send me pictures of dogs because she knows I love dogs so much. She was very serious about her dog pictures plan and said things like “I will write ‘picture not by me’ if I send you the pictures, so that you know I didn’t take them myself.” Also look at the cookie in black minimal style, bless her 😭💕

A little tip for parents with children in school (or for children in school to show their parents)

My mom gave me and my sister two days every semester that she called “mental health days.”

Those were days, that for ANY reason, and without having to tell my mom the reason, we could skip the day of school. We’d just tell her we were taking a mental health day and she’d call the school and let them know we were not coming in. 

#1 This helped keep our grades up by lowering our stress levels. I never got a C in any grade school class. The majority of my classes I received A’s. I also took 4 AP classes and they were not weighted. Trust me, it made a difference.

#2 I never felt the need to skip school. I knew if I ever wanted to or needed to my mom would help me. 

Your kids are young and need time to recover. They need some days where they can do nothing but stay in bed for no reason. They need their own space where their privacy is respected. It will make a huge difference.


#it’s not like they literally jump into each other’s arms #letting go what they’ve been holding back for so long #the way she wraps her arms around him kills me everytime #this was so hot and cute and passionate and adorable at the same time #outer space puppies in love

Rejected Badge Ideas

By Draco Malfoy, 4th year

I LOVE POTTER Too revealing

FUTURE MR. HARRY POTTER I said too revealing. Pull yourself together, Malfoy. Anyway, Potter will be taking my name.

POTTER IS THE CHAMPION OF MY HEART Clever, but also disgusting

I SUPPORT POTTER Wow, this is boring as fuck

POTTER IS FUCKING HOT True, but I don’t want him to think I only want him for his looks, you know?


SUCK MY COCK POTTER Better, but a touch demanding.

FUCK ME POTTER Also should consider that I will not be the only one wearing these buttons

FUCK YOU POTTER Funny! But actually, let’s leave fucking out of it. Wouldn’t want to deprive the first years of supporting Potter via button due to inappropriate language. Hmm, what else do I like about him…?

POTTER SMELLS LIKE EVERYTHING GOOD A bit of an exaggeration. I don’t want to seem too smitten. 

POTTER SMELLS GOOD True, but does a bland statement like this really deserve to grace a badge?

POTTER SMELLS LIKE QUIDDITCH Okay, now it’s too specific

POTTER SMELLS LIKE SWEAT I might be the only one who likes this smell? Does this make me weird?

(Pansy is looking. GO AWAY, BITCH!)

POTTER STINKS LIKE SWEAT Haha, right, Pansy??? He’s so gross, I hate him. This isn’t very catchy though. What about…

POTTER STINKS Short and sweet (just like Potter!!) (NOT!! lol jk Pansy! Obviously that was a joke. Potter is not sweet). Anywaaaaaay, let’s just go with this, shall we?

(from the universe created in this post)

It’s Mother’s Day and the first thing Kara sees when she walks into Lena’s office to check up on her is dozens of different bouquets on every available surface.

Which would be normal if Lena had a normal relationship with her mother. And if the bouquets were the really expensive kind that Kara had gotten used to associating with Lena. But no, these weren’t expensive flowers at all. They were just normal flowers, the kind someone would find in their yard or at the park. One was even made up completely of dandelions!

Questions float through Kara’s head that were supplied with very few answers.

Who sent them? Why? Were they safe? Should see get them checked out?

And then her confusion is cut off by Jess walking into the office.

“They’re from local orphanages,” Jess answers before Kara even asks. “She’s always donating to them and volunteers whenever she can. She’d adopt them all if she could, but with the attempted murders… well.”

“I- I didn’t know about that.” Kara didn’t even know that Lena liked kids.

“Most people don’t,” Jess replies easily. “Her meeting is almost over, so feel free to wait here for her.”

And then Jess leaves and Kara’s left alone with her thoughts.

She always knew Lena was good, so good. Too good, maybe. She was just glad others could see it, too.

One neat thing I noticed while rewatching is that some of the paladins’ introductions in episode 1 coincide with their elements! Like:

The Yellow Lion’s element is Earth, and the first thing Hunk ever does onscreen is complain about being in the air and then work with metal. The fear of heights / motion sickness makes sense considering his affinity is with the ground, as does his talent for mechanics.

The first time we see Pidge, she’s working a communications unit. The Green Lion’s thing is Forests, and a big aspect of that is the idea of roots and connection with other living things (”we are all made up of the same cosmic dust”) and the first thing she does on screen is literally connect with others.

Red’s element is fire, and Keith’s introduction is literally him blowing something up and then punching some guys. Which. Speaks for itself honestly.

Weirdly, Shiro and Lance don’t seem to follow this trend. The first thing we see Shiro do is help Matt extract ice from Kerberos, and the first thing we see Lance do is fly the simulator, and neither introduction seems to be related to their given elements of air and water/ice respectively– in fact I’d say they seem swapped. I dunno if that means something, and maybe this observation is meaningless lmao, but it seems to hold up with the other three, which is interesting.

I don’t know about you guys, but I read books because I like escaping the reality around me.  I know books aren’t perfect, I like that about them.  I like that they are the authors stories and the author can tell them however he/she wants to write them.  I don’t go actively looking for problematic things in the books, because I just want to enjoy them.  Stop looking for writers to fail… jfc it fantasy for a reason, not the real world or a contemporary.

there was a girl in yellow
a girl who hid behind the color of sunlight, hope, happiness
to try and outshine the darkness she constantly battled with
there was a girl in yellow
a girl who could stare at van gogh’s “sunflowers” painting for hours on end
because she saw so much of herself in the ailing artist
there was a girl in yellow
in japan, the color represents courage
and everyday, she was so brave; battling demons no one else could see, suffocated under secrets she couldn’t yet share, struggling every morning just to get out of bed
there was a girl in yellow
a girl who teetered on the edge of spontaneous and instability,
always struggling for balance
there was a girl in yellow
too much of it can cause a loss of focus, while too little can cause feelings of isolation
and she is the perfect amount
there was a girl in yellow
a girl who brought warmth and joy and color to so many greyscale lives
who gave them a light to see when they couldn’t
gave them brightness in their darkness
gave them hope
there was a girl in yellow
it burst out of her chest
like sunbeams
there was a girl in yellow
it flowed from her lips like flower petals
floating through the air whenever she sang
there was a girl in yellow
it oozed from her core
sweeter than honey
and even in the shadows and dullest corners, you could see her so clearly
the girl in yellow
there was a girl in yellow
and she embodied it so well
it was almost as if the color was made just for her
—  there was a girl in yellow // inspired by/written for @doddleoddle 
(cc, 2017)
Facts I learned at the Sarah J Maas book tour

-Rhys is not based off her husband

-At Starbucks, Feyre would order tea(she doesnt drink coffee)

-Rhys would order a latte with pretty foam art

-Rhys would not be able to handle caffeine very well

-Amren would order a bitter espresso

-If stuck in an elevator together, Manon and Amren would scope the other out, then try to escape

-Aelin would beat Rhys in a verbal batte

-Rhys would be Ravenclaw, Cassian would be in Gryffindor, Manon would be the head of Slytherin and Rowan and Aelin would be a mix of Slytherin and Ravenclaw

-Sarah J Maas would take Feyre to the Louvre so that she could see all the paintings



Take the courses. Brace the main and mizzen aback. Haul in the guns. Close all the gun ports. You’re letting up? With the damage done to the rig, I can’t maneuver our broadside around fast enough to be of any effect. The sloops are too nimble. But hauling in the guns? They’ll board us easily.