|| I always had a crush on Beetlejuice when I was a kid.. I guess my taste in rotting old men hasn’t changed much?
And of course I made a Rick and gave him a Stan to haunt.
To summon him just gotta yell out Picklejuice three times or something..
Start asking yourself “what can I learn from this situation? What is good about this? Where can it possibly lead me someday?” And whenever you find yourself trapped in the negative thoughts and emotions, force yourself to stop and ask “what am I focusing on right now? How does it help me? Why should I perceive this situation in a negative light when it’s just making me feel bad?” That’s a habit that you have to develop. Once you do this, you will be a much happier person. You will be able to notice beauty in everything around you, in yourself too.
Remember in the beginning of The Adventure Zone when Justin made an explicit character decision, stating “Taako is dumb“?
Now think about how much Taako’s changed since the beginning of the story; he went from being “but a simple idiot wizard” to one of the most complex, clever, and in-depth characters in the entire show, to the extent of him giving advise to Lup like “sometime there are just decisions,” or to Barry about “everyone I know dies except the six of you, so why should I bother giving a fuck”. Putting aside his growth in his magical prowess, Taako went from being a simple idiot wizard to an actual philosopher, and not just in the musical reality where he wrote a book of stolen motivational quotes. He actually created the Philosopher’s Stone (which Griffin invented way before Justin made Taako a philosopher), and ended up giving some pretty sage advise to his friends throughout their journeys. He had one of the most dynamic character growths in the show, and honestly I think Taako’s development has really been a huge part of what makes TAZ so great.
hand-made swingset, plastic playhouse with a missing window, jelly shoes that leave blisters, walking through overgrown grass with bare feet, filling up the kiddie pool with water from the hose, eating popsicles and dying your clothes at the same time, a rainbow of pool noodles against a bright blue pool, roasting marshmallows, camp fire in the middle of the yard, catching fireflies in the dark, falling asleep to crickets and cicadas
For once in his life, Harry heartily agreed with Malfoy. This really was ridiculous. What was Dumbledore thinking? True, things had gone a bit out of hand after the last Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin but that didn’t justify… this!
“How am I supposed to concentrate on my O.W.L.s when I have to put up with a bunch of pillocks?!”
“Stop complaining, Malfoy. It won’t change anything,” Terry Boot called from across the dorm. Their newly shared dorm. One student from each house, that was the new rule. Dumbledore had announced it two weeks ago and Harry’s only consolation was that he was still in Gryffindor tower, in his own bed, while the other Gryffindors had moved into other dorms.
Harry still wasn’t convinced this would do anything for house unity. So far, Malfoy had picked a fight with Terry every time they were in the same room and he had even tried to hex Justin Finch-Fletchley once. As much as it annoyed Harry, at least it diverted Malfoy’s attention away from him. He really wasn’t in the mood to fight. He missed Ron. Seeing him in classes but not sharing a dorm just wasn’t the same.
“Potter! Get your filthy Quidditch robes away from my bed,” Malfoy growled, nudging the red and gold robes on the floor with his foot. Harry rolled his eyes.
“Will you relax? They’re nowhere near your bed,” Harry said exasperatedly.
“They are on my side of the room. Have you forgotten everything I told you about boundaries?” Malfoy fumed, drawing an invisible line between their beds with his hand, as he had done on their first day as dormmates.
Harry heard Terry snort.
“You’re one to talk,” he muttered under his breath.
“What was that”? Malfoy whirled around and gave Terry a dangerous look. Harry expected them to have another shouting match but Terry just shook his head and waved a dismissive hand in the air.
“If you have something to say, just say it!” Malfoy approached Terry, his hands on his hips.
“You of all people do not want me to say this out loud, believe me,” Terry said unblinking. Malfoy scrutinised him and Harry noticed a strange expression flicker across his face. “Unless you want to explain why these boundaries don’t seem to apply to you. Especially-”
“Are you trying to blackmail me? With something that you clearly imagined?” Malfoy interrupted him. His body was rigid and his face was inches away from Terry’s. The Ravenclaw smirked, his eyes darting over to Harry and then back to Malfoy.
“You know, Malfoy,” Terry said, crossing his arms in front of his chest, a smug expression on his face. “I always suspected you’d feel right at home in the Gryffindor dorms but I had no idea you’d get that cosy.”
Harry reacted on instinct when he saw Malfoy draw his wand. He grabbed his own from the nightstand and pointed it at Malfoy.
“Expelliarmus,” he yelled. Malfoy’s wand flew across the room and Harry caught it with his free hand. “Seriously, Malfoy? What is wrong with you?” Harry watched as Malfoy’s shoulders slightly slumped. Without another word he stormed out of the dorm, slamming the door behind him.
“What was that all about?” Harry murmured. He gave Terry a puzzled look. The Ravenclaw just sighed.
“Honestly, I don’t want to get in the middle of this, but Malfoy just… ugh!” Terry stomped his foot once and shook his head. “It’s really between the two of you.”
“The two of us?” Harry couldn’t imagine a scenario in which he and Malfoy could be referred to as ‘the two of you’. All he and Malfoy ever did was fight. Or ignore each other. Well, pretend to ignore each other would probably be more accurate.
“I really don’t want to be hexed in my sleep,” Terry groaned. “But… maybe try to be a bit more alert tonight, Harry. That’s all I’m going to say.”
Harry scratched the back of his neck, completely at loss.
“Okay,” he mumbled, wondering what on earth Terry was on about.
Draco sighed as he leaned his head against Harry’s nightstand. It really wasn’t fair. He watched as Harry’s chest rose and fell steadily, his face looking softer than ever in the moonlight. Why did he have to be so beautiful? Slowly, his fingers rose to Harry’s forehead to brush his bangs out of his face. He looked so peaceful.
It really wasn’t Draco’s fault he stayed up night after night to watch Harry sleep like a total creep. The first time it had happened, Draco had been wakened by a soft whimper. Investigating it further, he had seen Harry all sweaty and thrashing in his bed. Draco had intended to wake him, but as soon as he had leaned down, Harry had grabbed him and had pulled him down.
At first, Draco hadn’t been sure if Harry was awake or still asleep. He had gone very still when Harry had clutched at him until he had finally wrapped him in his arms and had almost strangled Draco. His face had been pressed against Harry’s chest, the Gryffindor’s heartbeat drumming against his cheek. It had been the most amazing thing Draco had ever felt.
He hadn’t dared to fall asleep that night. Seeing as Harry had finally calmed down with Draco in his arms, Draco had supposed it would be better to stay there until dawn. With Harry being restless in the bed beside him, he wouldn’t have gotten much sleep anyway.
After that, Draco had made a habit of watching Harry sleep. His touch seemed to calm the Gryffindor whenever he seemed to have a bad dream. But he hadn’t pulled Draco into his bed again. Draco didn’t want to admit to himself that he was secretly waiting for it to happen once more but he found himself leaning closer to his so-called enemy with every passing night.
As his fingers continued to stroke the soft curls, he frowned. No, Harry wasn’t his enemy at night. During the day, Draco kept up his snarky attitude and his animosity. But at night, there was no need for that. At night, he could simply stare at the boy who made his heart beat faster, who made his scalp prickle and who was responsible for the smile Draco had to hide once dawn was breaking.
Sometimes, Draco wished he didn’t have to hide it, could show it openly and let the stupid git know.
It really wasn’t fair.
Harry held his breath when he felt Malfoy’s fingers brush his ear. His heartbeat picked up instantly and he was pretty sure he was blushing. His cheeks suddenly felt really hot, as did the rest of his body.
And why I love her so much and she deserves the world.
First, let’s keep in mind that canonically Lena’sonly 24 years old, according to the show’s timeline.
Now, in season 2 Lena was in 12 episodes. During those episodes, she was in danger/manipulated/hurt (physically and emotionally) 37 times. Specifically, she almost died 8 times and in 5 of those times she was the target. She was hit once and knocked down and kidnapped twice.
Her own bother was the one behind the attempts against her life at the beginning . She was also constantly manipulated and lied to by her mother and later by her new mother figure/mentor. So it’s usually people close to her and people that she cares about who end up hurting her.
Let’s also remember that the events of season two happened in less than a year! I wonder how she seems so unfazed by all of her trauma. You would think she would at least have some kind of PTSD by now. Then again, this show hasn’t been great at tackling this subject.
Also, from what we’ve seen of season three this trend of her almost dying and getting hurt isn’t going to stop. What does she have to do to get a break?! I think it’s fair to say that Lena seriously needs a therapist and a bodyguard. Also all the love.
Let’s break down everything she’s been through (that we know) and who she is despite all of that. With gifs!
Before National City.
- Her biological mother died when she was four.
- Lionel lied to her and never told her he was her biological father.
- Was given the cold shoulder by Lillian and was
manipulated and reminded that she wasn’t a real Luthor.
- The brother she loved turned out to be evil.
- After her brother went to jail and she took over Luthor Corp her boyfriend at the time made her choose between him and her family’s company.
I swear i’ll stop making fun of Tsukki bad eye sight…Someday BACK AGAIN WITH THE SILLY COMICS!, Don’t worry because Tsukki and Hinata are still canon on my comics, I just wanted to make fun of Tsukki. I love my son i swear I also have a neww water mark!, did you like it? ashfjsafkas Anyway, hope you like it! Love, Coco