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I’m re-reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone and Im in the bit where McGonagall gave the Nimbus 2000 to Harry and how happy he was and I just thought that maybe she thought that was what James would do if he had known that his son became the youngest seeker in over 100 years and goddammit the Potters died so young and even if the broom didn’t came from his father at least he would still have it because she loved that troublemaker and she’d be dammed if she didn’t make Harry happy and this is waht keeps me awake at night guys

  • T'sais je sais pas où j'en suis. J'suis une fille un peu perdu dans sa vie. J'veux ci puis j'fais ça. J'écoute pas. J'fais ma vie sans vraiment la faire. Jprofite pas. J'suis la. Parmi les gens mais je me sens de trop. J'attends la fin. J'attends l'heure. La sonnerie. J'attends désespérément qu'on me dise que j'peux sortir. J'aime pas entendre les gens parler de ci ou de ça. J'sais pas pourquoi mais j'aime pas entendre des meufs rire à gorge déployé ça m'saoule. J'ai l'impression de vivre une vie qui est pas à moi. J'ai tout pour être heureuse mais je le suis pas. Mais mdrr. Pathétique. C'est n'importe quoi. Je me suis assise toute à l'heure ( fin à 12h ) en anglais puis j'ai poussé un long soupir parce que ça me saoulais d'écouter une prof deblaterer un cours qui je vous l'avoue ne me servira à rien en réalité. J'ai pas compris ce qu'elle voulais puis ça ne m'intéressait en aucun cas. Ça a sonner jme suis cassé. Jme sens pas vraiment à ma place mais ça s'voit pas alors tant mieux à vrai dire. J'dis que j'suis fatigué ça passe. L'sourire sur ma photo il fait tellement faux c'est juste dingue. Jme reconnais pas en réalité… J'ai l'impression que c'est une autre fille alors que nan. C'moi. Avec le pull d'mon copain. Mais j'sais pas. J'y crois pas à ce sourire… J'crois même pas en moi mdrr mais j'arrive à croire en les autres. Je cherche encore la logique à ma vie. Bref. Ça servait à rien.

Ok je sais pas du tout pourquoi j'écris ça parce qu'au fond je sais que ça va sonner faux, que j'arriverais jamais à rendre compte de ce que je veux vraiment dire et peut-être que tout le monde s'en fout, peut-être que personne lira ça, peut-être que les gens ont raison de s'en foutre au final parce que c'est pas beau ce que je dis, y'a rien de beau c'est juste triste, c'est déprimant ça rend mal c'est inutile et parfois j'ai envie de balancer mon ordi par la fenêtre tellement c'est nul et ridicule, vous savez je rends peut-être un peu l'image de la meuf qui déconne, qu'est bien, qu'est “cool”, même si ici vous avez pas que les bons côtés de moi je sais que y'en a d'entre vous qui pensent ça et ça me fait plaisir que vous pensiez ça parce que ça prouve que y'a véritablement des moments où j'vais bien, un peu, mais vous savez j'suis loin d'être cool j'suis plutôt du genre à faire bien semblant, on me l'a dit pas mal de fois que je faisais bien semblant, que tout ce que je souffrais ça se reflétait pas sur ma façon d'agir, et pourtant qu'est-ce que je suis faible, si je m'effondre pas et que je me confie pas aux gens c'est que j'ai trop de fierté, j'ai l'impression que je vais encore plus m'enfoncer si j'avoue que j'suis à terre, et pourtant je sais que j'ai besoin d'aide souvent, en vérité j'ai l'impression que tout ce que je fais ces derniers temps ça sonne comme un appel à l'aide que personne n'entend, même quand je rigole et que pendant deux secondes je suis heureuse, je retombe toujours sur terre et ça fait mal l'aterrissage, ça fait mal et parfois même souvent j'ai envie de lâcher prise totalement, d'arrêter de me battre, d'arrêter de me lever le matin et de sourire alors que je sais très bien que tout est faux, que mon sourire est faux, que ma présence elle même est fausse, je sais très bien que où que je sois je devrais pas être là, j'essaie de jouer le jeu, de faire avec ce que j'ai et d'essayer de m'en contenter mais j'suis une gamine insatisfaite et démesurément triste et c'est tout, je veux pas me battre je veux que tout vienne à moi tout de suite, je veux pas souffrir et pourtant je provoque toute seule ma propre souffrance, je me torture toute seule avec des choses passées comme si tout était de ma faute, comme si tout ce que j'avais fait durant toute ma courte vie n'était qu'une putain d'erreur, comme si j'étais qu'un monstre et que tout ce que je savais faire c'était survivre parmis des gens qui ne veulent même pas de moi, ça sonne vraiment déprimant ce que je dis mais je suis pas suicidaire vous savez, j'ai pas envie de me tuer mais j'ai pas confiance en moi-même, j'ai pas confiance en la moi triste parce que je connais absolument pas mes limites, j'ai aucune idée du mal que je pourrais me faire, que je pourrais faire aux autres, j'ai pas envie de mourir mais je veux plus être vivante, vous saisissez la différence ? En apparence tout va bien mais dans ma tête c'est tellement flou, et la seule chose de nette c'est que je suis une lâche, une putain de faible. Je sais que je suis pas stupide, que je ne suis pas une abrutie, je le sais très bien mais des fois j'aimerais juste en être une, que tout soit plus simple dans ma tête, que je ne me blesse pas autant juste en pensant. Quand je regarde autour de moi j'ai l'impression de venir d'une autre planète, de ne pas être faite pour ça, de ne pas être capable de supporter ça. J'arrive pas à vivre au milieu des gens, à leur parler, j'arrive pas à être moi-même et quand je le suis j'ai toujours cette peur au fond de moi que quelqu'un me juge, que quelqu'un se moque, que quelqu'un fasse une remarque, j'ai tellement d'insécurités et de plaies pas refermées que tout le monde passe son temps à rouvrir sans s'en rendre compte, j'arrive pas à ignorer toutes ces souffrances qui sont en moi et qui m'empêchent de vivre parce que je les laisse me dévorer toute entière, je laisse toujours ma souffrance me bouffer, je me laisse sombrer jusqu'à ce que je réalise que j'ai pas d'autre choix que me relever. Je fais ça à chaque fois, mais je sais pas en ce moment j'ai l'impression que j'arrêterai jamais de tomber et je veux pas toucher le fond comme ça parce que je sais que même si on est tous forts je me relèverai pas. Et je sais que là maintenant, je suis coincée au milieu de choses dont je ne me relèverai pas. J'en peux plus, moi-même je sais pas depuis combien de temps je souffre autant, je crois que ça a commencé quand j'ai compris que je ne pouvais parler à personne de certaines choses, et je crois qu'à partir de ce moment j'suis tombée, j'ai perdu tout ce qui pouvait me retenir, j'y arrive plus. J'y arrive plus et je sais que demain il y aura des moments où j'y arriverai, où j'aurai l'impression que ça ira à nouveau mais là maintenant j'y arrive plus. Je veux juste couler, qu'on me laisse couler, que le monde entier voie que je coule et qu'ils me crachent dessus en face, tous, tous ces gens qui l'ont toujours fait dans mon dos je veux qu'ils voient à quel point ils m'ont tous détruit, un par un, à quel point ils ont commis des dommages irréparables et vous savez quoi ? Au fond de moi j'ai toujours ce petit espoir qu'ils comprennent. Que ce gars au collège comprenne que ce qu'il faisait n'était pas humain. Que L comprenne que j'avais peur, que je tenais à lui mais que j'avais peur et que même si je hurle qu'il a tort je sais qu'au fond la seule fautive c'est moi et ma putain de lâcheté. Je veux que les gars qui ont prétendu m'aimer ou s'intéresser à moi comprennent ce que j'ai fait. Je les ai tous découragé, tous, d'une façon ou d'une autre je les ai tous fait fuir parce que c'est moi qui fuyait. J'avais besoin d'eux, et ça me faisait peur, j'y arrivais pas. Alors je les ai tous fait dégager, et y'en a aucun qui s'est accroché. Je voulais que quelqu'un me comprenne, que quelqu'un reste, que quelqu'un s'accroche à la petite conne que je suis mais personne l'a fait. Personne a été assez fou pour le faire, et je devrais même pas leur reprocher, j'aurais fait pareil. Et pourtant, j'avais, j'ai tellement besoin que quelqu'un s'accroche, que quelqu'un reste. Que quelqu'un soit assez fort pour me supporter. Pour supporter le fait que je pleure quand on me dit je t'aime. Pour supporter le fait que j'ai tellement de haine et de peine en moi que ça arrive même pas à déborder dans mes yeux parfois. Pour supporter le fait aussi que souvent, je regarde les gens en leur souriant et je leur mens impunément. Parce que ça fait moins mal de mentir que d'assumer que je suis juste détruite. Que depuis un moment je fais comme si j'allais me reconstruire mais que chaque jour je casse ce que j'avais construit la veille. Si j'avais pas cette chose qui me bouffe et dont je peux même pas parler je crois que j'arriverais à aller mieux. Mais là, c'est peine perdue et il faut juste que j'attende. J'ai toujours détesté attendre, mais je peux rien faire d'autre. J'ai l'impression qu'il y'a des murs tout autour de moi avec des portes mais qu'il y a trop de portes et que j'arrive pas à savoir laquelle je veux prendre et que les murs se resserrent et que bientôt il n'y aura plus du tout de porte et que moi je serai écrasée. Je sais pas trop si c'est un appel à l'aide ça, parce que c'est pas trop possible de m'aider, tout ce que je sais c'est que dans la plupart de mes actions y'a des appels à l'aide, mais personne les voit. Dans mes textes même si je les pense pas toujours ils sont souvent très très tristes et je crois que j'essaie d'évacuer un peu de ma propre tristesse dans des situations vécues par d'autres. Vous voyez, j'écris comme si c'était pour les autres mais c'est aussi pour moi. Moi. Moi. Moi. J'me dégoûte des fois. Je suis une grosse égoïste, je m'intéresse aux autres des fois mais au fond je m'en fiche, tout ce que je suis c'est une gamine qui manque d'attention, je veux que vous le réalisiez parce que y'a des gens qui m'idéalisent ici et je trouve ça dingue, j'ai envie de leur hurler qu'ils sont fous bordel de merde mais ça me fait du bien à l'égo souvent du coup je dis rien. J'essaie d'apprécier un compliment même si je sais qu'il est faux, parce que j'ai rien d'autre que ça. J'existe tellement pas fort que parfois j'ai l'impression que c'est l'attention des autres qui me fait exister, ça fait peur je sais. C'est bizarre que j'écrive ça parce que ça me sert à rien, je vide pas mon coeur là, ça me fait rien, je partage juste tout ça avec des gens que ça n'intéresse peut-être même pas et je sais pas pourquoi je le fais, j'essaie pas de vous rendre tristes je comprends pas pourquoi je fais ça. Mais je le fais apparemment. Bref, j'ai encore plein de choses à dire mais j'ai peur de ce que je suis en train de dire et de ce que j'ai déjà dit donc je vais arrêter bientôt. J'espère que vous irez bien si ça va pas là maintenant. J'espère que je ne vous ai pas trop déprimé. J'espère qu'un jour je relirai ce texte et que je pourrai dire franchement que je suis passée au-dessus tout ça. J'espère que je saurais garder un sourire sincère sur mon visage plus que quelques minutes. J'espère que j'aurai quelqu'un qui pourra me prendre dans ses bras si jamais ça va pas. Parce que c'est triste d'avoir personne quand on en a besoin. J'espère que j'aurai ce que je veux, parce que même si je ne le mérite peut-être pas, je le mérite plus que certaines personnes qui l'ont. J'espère que je ne deviendrai pas l'une de ces personnes qui suivent tout, tout le temps, les règles ou le chemin tracé. J'espère que j'aurai ma propre opinion. J'espère que je ne serai pas non plus parmis ces gens qui se revendiquent hors-systèmes et qui provoquent parfois sans s'en rendre compte la ruine de tout le monde. J'espère que je serai aveugle à tout ce qui va mal sur Terre, comme la plupart des hommes, comme ça ça ne m'atteindra pas. Ou alors si ça m'atteint, j'espère que j'aurai la possibilité de changer deux trois trucs. En fait je crois que j'espère surtout que j'aurai arrêté de parler de moi sans arrêt parce que je sais, c'est chiant.

I am not good for you. (Part 3)

Type: mini-serie.

Pairing: Jace Herondale/Wayland/Lightwood X Reader.

A/N: there is Clary too but this is a Jace x Reader, sorry for who ship Clace. I ship Clace also 💕but this imagine is based on a dream i made a few nights ago. And also i’m sorry for any mistakes, English isn’t my first language and i wanted to share this with someone.

I should be happy, today is the day i will meet my future husbund. For what i have seen and heard he is the perfect Shadowhunters, just as it should be: strong and confident, with a natural talent for fighting and obviously loyal and in love with the Clave…well, let’s just say that i do not wonder why everyone and Maryse adore him. He is not good as much as Jace, he is important just because his family are prestigious like the Lightwood.
After i told Alec and Izzy about my arranged marriage they called Magnus and they explained to him the situation. I can swear that i had never seen him so angry. He was so close to going to strangle Maryse and even without the use of his magic, i would add. Since he and Alec got together, we became very good friends and i am really glad. Fortuanatelly after a cocktail or two and the attempts of Alec to calm him down, he calms. I hope i can have what they have, they seems so happy and in love with each other that they are capable of illuminating the entire room just by staying close. I am happy for Alec, he more than anyone deserves love.
Now we are all in the center room with the other Shadowhunters. Maryse has called a meeting and i want to disappear, literally, i asked Magnus to open a portal but he hugged me and told me to keep walking whit my chin up. I can see Jace and Clary at the other side of the room, Jace is looking around the room in search of something, as soon as he sees us he nods toward Clary and they start coming to us.
“Do you guys know the reason beind this?” he asks crossing his arms.
“Maybe.” i whisper and Jace frown, he was about to reply when Maryse cut him off.
“Thank everyone for coming here, i have an important annuncemement. But before, Y/N can you join me?” she asks me, i head towards her while Jace and Clary look at me perplexed. She keeps talking when i reach her. “Today James Blackwine will be here at the Institute. I am proud to announce the union in marriage of two families, the Blackwine and the Lightwood-Y/L/N. He is coming here because we have the honour to organize his wedding with our Y/N.” as soon as she finishes talking the whole room bursts in applause and congratulations. I can not do anything but blush and then look at the ground. After a few minutes Maryse ends the meeting and everyone walks away to do their work. Izzy, Alec and Magnus are watching with soft and sympathetic eyes. Clary is looking at me with her mouth wide open and eyes out, i do not dare to look at Jace.
“Are you going to marry? I did not know…” she comments shocked.
“Yeah, me too. I am happy that i wasn’t the only one who wasn’t told.” Jace being harshly. I look at him for a second only to find his eyes already in mine. His eyes. Damn, i missed him, he is more beautiful than i remembered if it is possible. He is here in front of me but he looks at me shocked and disgusted, i look away. I feel guilty, frightened and embarassed under his eyes.
“Why do not you tell me?” he caters only to me, i can feel his eyes burning against me. “A marriage? Where all this come from? Are you crazy or what? Look at me.” he adds grabbing my arm and i gasp squeezing my eyes.
Alec pushes away Jace and stands between us. “That’s enough, Jace! Stay calm, look you’re hurting her and let her breathe.”
“No, i do not have enough Alec! I want to know what’s going on and what’s all this about the wedding! Why nobody told me?”
“Jace…” Izzy tries to speak.
“I’m not talking to you Isabelle. I want to talk alone with Y/N, you go away” ordes Jace. I raise my eyes on him again and he is livid, is face is red and his jaw tightened so much that his lips are trembling a little.
The others look worried at me and i nod “It is ok, go.” i say watching them one by one. “I will be fine.” i add and after a second Jace drags me down the hall to his room since no one did the gesture to go away. He opens the door and pushes me inside, he comes in and close the door. He turns to me and takes a deep breath trying to calm down and i can feel by body tense, i cross my arms on my chest trying to hide that i am shaking. I was so sicure about my choice, i am convinced that it is right but then he comes and breaks every certainty that i had.
“Why?” he aks with a hoarse voice, when a few minutes ago he was about to explode at any moment, now he seems hurt and empty. His voice are strong as always but is tremling a little. That’s what hurts me the most, i prefer to see the strong and sure of himself Jace, rather than the vulnerable Jace in front of me now. I am in love with everything about him but this hurts me, i have never seen this side of Jace and the fact that i am the cause make me feel heartbroken, but i can not give up.
“It seems obvious, there is nothing to explain” i declare finding a bit of strenght and control.
“You have to explain a lot of things instead. First of all why did you avoided me for the whole week? Did i do somthing wrong? And by the Angel why you will marry that guy? Since when? You do not even know him and certainly you do not love him! I do not recognize you anymore!” he says and i can fell that he is heating up, word after word, frustated from my answer.
“I do not have to explain anything to you. You do not care about me, there is no reason why i should explain my choices to you. You only care about yourself and Clary, for you everything revolves around her now! I no longer exist, Alec and Izzy do not exist anymore for you. I am going to marry James Blackwine, it is the right choice. I do not love him now, it is true, but i could do one day. And among all the people you can not talk about feeling to me, where the story that feelings are nothing?” i say irritated pressing my lips together avoiding to say more.
“Do not you dare!” pointing his finger at me. “I care about you, a lot, more than i expected and more than anyone else. I thought about you every day, but you were and you are acting like a child! I spend my time with Clary because for her it is all new and i want to help her, that’s all. What you did is unacceptable! You really want to marry a stranger? You are supposed to kiss him, to love and make love with him, to make babies with him! It is not a game! You went out of your mind, i thought you were smarter than this.” he yells taken by anger, now his hands are narrow on his hips, his breath are slow and fast and his eyes are locked on mine. His words make me explode.
“See! I can not do this anymore, i am tired Jace. I am tired of arguing with you. We are only hurting each other since Clary arrived and i am very tired of pretending that everything is fine! We are not the same as before and i miss the old Jace and Y/N. I am tired of losing people i care and if i keep you away from me i can not give you the power to hurt me. I just want to forget everything and move on, if this is the only way i will do it. I can not deal with the fact that if i will not do it i will help destroy a family, the family that welcomed and loved me.” my voice broke and i realize i am crying so i wipe the tears. During my speech Jace remained unmoved but i can see that he has tears in his eyes too. We are both exhausted, emotionally and physically. I close my eyes massaging my temple because i feel my head spinning, i take a deep long breath and i open my eyes.
“I do not want to fight with you. It if means that we must stop talking for me it is fine. You will be happy with Clary and i will find my happiness with James.” i add.
“I’d rather argue with you that to be with other girls or Clary. You’ve never understood it, right?” he shake his head laughing softly. “You are not the only one that lost his own family, maybe i am the one who understands you the most. We are similar more than you think and maybe this is one of the reasons because you are so important to me. You are right…for me emotions are nothing, they can control us and they have the power to hurt us” he sighs he runs is hands through his hair “Love destroys us. You destroys me every day and i will let you if you want. Do not marry him.” he says with queit voice looking at me deeply. He breaks away from the door where he was leaning from the beginning and he comes slowly towards me but i stop him raising my arms between us.
“Don’t.” i bite my lips fighting the urge to cry or laugh in despair, i do not know. I am unable to move, i remain in silence searching for the right words to say. Just the Angel know how long have i waited for him to say these words, i can not believe it. He is here, in front of me and he just said he has feelings for me. I should burst with happiness but i feel terrible. What i have done?
We are interrupt by the knock on the door.
“Y/N you are in there? James Blackwine has arrived, come to meet him. We will wait for you in my office.” i hear Maryse from the order side of the door.
“Ok.” i say and she walked away.
I look at Jace and he shaking his head at me. “No.”
“I waited years to hear this from you, but now i can not turn back Jace. I always had feelings to you, but you never noticed. It is too late and that’s fine, i am not good to you. You are you, hansome and perfect.” waving my hands toward him. “And i am…a mess.” i smile sadly dropping my arms. I start to go to the door when he takes my arm and makes me turn until we are face to face.
“You do not know want you do to me every day, you are the reason i wake up every morning and that gives me the strength to give my best. You are more than good enough. I should have told you sonner, we could have avoided all this…Are you really sure about this?” he try to look in my eyes but i am having truble to look at him.
“Yes.” i lie, i escape from his grasp and quickly get out of his room before he can grab me again. I run to my room where i try to calm down and give me a settled before meeting my future. I wash my face, fix my hair, i put a fake smile on and i get out of my room.

➡The next part will be the last I think.
“Why are you such a dick, Dick?” (Jason Todd x reader ft Batfam)

Hiya! my little ‘wings!!! How are you doing? Hope you okay.

Today I may publish one story more! I felt inspired… Also I loving the request that I’ve been receiving! I can’t wait to do some of them :)  They’re still open btw! ;)

Also, WE’RE 180+ LITTLE ‘WINGS, NOW!! 💘💖

Requeste said: 

nothing but gonna say I love you and I love your writing 💘💖💝💙✨🌚💗 have a nice day / night 😹 I don’t have anything to ask for… but can you imagine Jason or Y/N get mad it dick and tell him to stop to begin a dick cuzi think that could happend 😹 anonhamster✨

Requested by Anonhamster!

Hope you enjoy!


You and Jason have been in love with eachother for years, but either of you decided to confess, Jason has afraid od heartbreak and you were a bit shy. The batfamily thought the two of you were sooo cute. Steph screeched everytime you or Jason wiped eachothers face, or hugged or breathed.

She was such a fangirl.

But she wasn’t the ultimate fangirl.

That was Dick Grayson.

He had been trying for one of the two of you to confess for years. He had tried everything.

Jealousy? Black eye

Pushing you toward Jason? You falling face first and Jason shooting at him on patrol. (He didn’t hit me :D)

Kissing you himself? You slapping him, and he getting the beating of his life.

Well, okay we has a bit of a Dick.

But you do anything to get your OTP together.

Anything.

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Jason and you were sitting together on your conch playing videogames. Jason was sticking out his tongue in concentration, you looked at him as his spiky black hair was falling on his eyes, expression so concentrated he didn’t notice your starring.

GAH! SO CUTE.

“HEYAA LOVEBIRDSS!!” Shouted Dick as he entered thought the windows. He had scared the two of you so much your characters died before you could have won.

Silence

The only thing that could be heard was Jason’s jaw clenching.

“YOU F*CKING DICK! CAN YOU ENTER LIKE THE NORMAL PEOPLE  DO?” Jason thrower his glass at Dick’s head and Dick almost couldn’t avoid the hard glass.

“Wow, jaybird. Calm down! I just wanted to see my favorites person on the world!”

“Then why are you here?” Jay deadpanned. Dick came forward and before Jason could avoid his loud big brother Dick had pushed you and Jay towards his, His face been squeezed against Jay’s and yours.

“You two are also my favorite persons! You are family!”

“Dick please, my jaw is aching” You mumbled as Dick had been using to much force.

“Whoops, sorry (n/n). It’s just… the two of you are so cute!” You and Jay blushed.

“No were not!” You disagreed.

“Yes, you are!!!” Dick said in his baby voice making you blush more and making Jay clench his fist.

Damit, Dick. Stop trying to be our matchmaker! Jay thought You will scare her away!

“NO WERE NOT!” Jay shouted and you looked at him a bit hurt.

“YES YOU ARE AND THAT’S FINAL! ALL THE FAMILY THINK THE TWO OF YOU ARE STINKING CUTE THOGHETER! EVEN BRUCE AND DAMIAN!!!! DAMIAAN!!!!”

“Just get away from here!” Jason pushed Dick out of your apartmen “He is such a Dick, sometimes”.

“This isn’t over! I’ll come back! Sonner than you think.!!”

And he did.

A few minutes later you had received an email form Mr. Wayne, inviting you and Jason to have dinner with them tomorrow on the household. You showed the email to Jason, who grabbed a pillow and threw it towards the door where Dick had been just a few moments before.

THAT DICK JUST RATTED US OUT TO DADDY DEAREST!

“Dick….” Jason whispered with his fist so clenched they were white, and teeth so clenched they were screeching.

You didn’t know if Jason was insulting him or calling him by his name.

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“Okay, batfamily! We’re all sick of Jay’s and (y/n) being in love and no confessing!”

“Yeah!” Steph  yelled and Cass nodded.

“I got the bestes of plans!”

“I don’t know why but I fear from my integrity with this plan of yours…”

“Don’t worry, Luke! Jay won’t hurt us!” Dick smiled.

“ You can’t be more wrong there, Dick” said Tim. But no one heard him because they didn’t care. “I love how invisible I am for this family.”

Wow, don’t worry Timmy. I heard you and I love you, they’re just assholes.

“Thanks person I don’t know.”

You’re welcome.

///*\\

“Alfred, do you know whats going on with Jason, Dick and Miss (Y/N)?” Said Bruce sitting in front of the batcomputer in  the batcave. Alfred stopped wiping one of batman’s trophies as he raised an eyebrown  at his master.

“I’m aware of Miss (y/N) and Master Jason being in love with each others and Master Dick trying to act like a matchmaker for them to confess.”

“Hmmm…Dick just used me to get what he wants, right” Bruce said as he facepalmed. He was the best detective ever and couldn’t see his kid taking advantage of his obliviousness.

Alfred didn’t say anything and began cleaning the trophies again.

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“Okay everyone, (y/n) and Jay are almost there! Don’t forget our plan!”

“No sir!” Dick was walking in front of his sibling that were in a military position. All looking at the wall behind their commander-I mean Dick.

“WHAT DO WE WANT!”

“TO THEM TO CONFESS!”

“AND WHEN DO WE WANT IT?”

“TONIGHT!”

Bruce was looking at his children actin like they were crazy and wondered if he did something wrong when raising them.

Well Bruce, if bringing them at young age to the vigilante life is being a good parent, you are the #1 Best Dad ever.

“Your sarcasm is not appreciated” Bruce batglared at me, the voice that tells you all that happens in the story.

“…”

I leved the Batman speechless.

I’m the best voice off ever!

///*\\ 

Jason and You had just arrived at Wayne manor. You had to beg to Jay to go, because you would feel bad if you didn’t go. Jay couldn’t resist you puppy dog eyes.

“I don’t think this is a good idea, (n/n).”

“Jay, nothing will happen. It isn’t like they’ve planed something to hurt us.”

“I’m not so sure about that-“

“HEYY IF THERE ARE OUR GUEST OF HONOR!!! JAYBIRD AND (Y/N)DOVE!”

“(Y/N)dove? What?” You looked at Dick weirded out.

“Yes! It’s you new nickname! Welcome to the family.!”

“But I’m not a member of this family!” Dick hugged you and squeezed you faces together.

“But you will…”

“eepp!”

///*\\

“So, Miss (y/n) how did you meet Jason?” Asked Bruce.

“Well, Jason saved me multiple times of a stalker that tried to kidnap me.”

“Oh, I see.” Bruce looked at his son, pride in his eyes. Dick frowned.

“I don’t remember being like that” He scratched his head as Jason looked at him scared. S*it, Dick was gonna tell.

“No, Grayson! Don’t you ever dare!” Jason got up of his chair and ran towards his brother but he was late. Dick’s mouth was  faster.

“I was with Jay the first time he saw you, and It was love at first sight! Jay made Timmy, here “Tim waved at you before turning to his plate to avoid Jason’s rage “ Search for your name and everything. I swear I’ve never see Jay look at anyone as he looked at you, no! looks at you! Not ever Wonder Woman! He was scared to approach you, the guy has his own insecurities, But I’m here to tell all the thing he is afraid of telling you! Like that he’s in love with-bfhsfiksnf” Jason put a slice of bread in Dick’s mouth to shut him up.

There was so much tension that Damian cut it with his katana before Alfred grabed it and Dami pouted.

“I-I think I need a minute.” You said before getting up and going to the balcony.

Oh no.

Thought everybody when they saw Jay’s face turn in the definition on the dictionary on “Rage”.

“YOU F*CKING DICK! CAN’T YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH?! NOW I’VE LOST HER FOREVER AND IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! I’M NOT SURPRISED YOUR RELATIONSHIPS NEVER LAST-“ Jason  stopped talking when he saw his older brother face. He looked hurt, and when Jay tried to say something Dick got up, excused himself and went to his room on Wayne manor.

“Hope you’re happy now, Todd. The two people that love you may not love you anymore.” Said Damian before following his older brother.

Jason could stand the looks on his family and barked “WHAT?”

“You know Dick was just trying to make the two of you happy, right? He traced an infallible plan for one of you to confess.” Tim said, before following Damian.

“Go with her, Jason. I’ll talk to Dick.” Said Bruce before going up himself.

///*\\

“Sorry…” Jay said as he exited the dinner room. “I’m sorry if what Dick said scared you, I-“

“It’s true?” Jason did a double take as you weren’t afraid, or disgusted, no. You had a bit of a blush on your cheeks.

“Yes.” Jay was surprised as you hugged him. And kissed him.

He kissed you back, passionately. You pinched Jay’s ass and he opened his mouth, surprised. You took advantage of that and deepened the kiss.

Jason moaned and his hands clawed at you waist.

“WOHOO GET IT JAYBIRD!!!” Dick shouted form his balcony, scaring the living daylight out of you.

“WHY ARE YOU SUCH A DICK,DICK?!” You and Jay yelled at Dick who laughed.

“Does that mean you are dating?” Steph said form the dinner room.

“Yes!” You and Jay shouted happily before Jay grabed you and kissed you again, meanwhile Dick clapped, Tim and Alfred smiled, Bruce proudly looked at his family and Damian gagged like the kid he is.

“Hey! I’m not a kid!”

“Yes you are.”

“SAY THAT TO MY FACE * Katana in hand*”

“eep”

“Master Damian, no. * Alfred grabs the katana*

“hmpf”

Anyway, back to the story.

“Aren’t you mad, Dick?” Jason asked his brother.

“Mad? NO! I was a bit hurt and surprised but seeing as you asked for forgiveness I’m not mad anymore-“

“It was part of his plan.”

“DAMI!”

“Look, I’m not going to get mad anymore. I got everything I want.” You kissed  Jay’s cheek sweetly.

“Really? Did you know Dick has been monitoring the two of yours movements? Thanks to your friends. That way we traced all the times the two of you meet. It was him all along”

“Dick…”

“How is called nowadays?….ah…oh yeah Dick is your #1 fangirl.”

Dick is me. I am Dick.

“…”

“YOLO” Said Dick before jumping off the balcony and towards his bike.

“OH NO YOU DON’T!!!” You jumped behind him and Jay followed you.

Tim recorded everything and tomorrow it was top trending in YouTube.

“GET BACK HERE, YOU DICK!”

It was called….

The Dick games.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The end.


(PROMPTS STILL OPEN!)

Quand hier soir vers 20h00 on frappe à ma porte sans avoir sonner à l'interphone, j'en déduis donc que c'est ma mère qui habite l'étage du dessus, j'ai ouvert et c'était Mr sexy, pas rasé, bronzé et sexy comme jamais, rentré un jour plus tôt de chez ses parents pour me faire une surprise…❤️

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm sure your inbox is filled with prompts rn but if you have the chance do you think you could write something about a group of guys or just one guy visiting from a very liberal town and openly flirting with Louis at the grocery store (if he still works there) and then Alex comes in and is jealous but they're nasty towards him bc he served in the war? And then it's a fight of protectiveness and standing up for each other and other cute power couple shit. Thank you! Love your drabbles!

Two weeks later…..hey. This was a really interesting prompt, thank you for sending it. As an FYI, this deals with period typical homophobia and yes, I’m aware that most queer people couldn’t be out openly to people this easily, please allow me the smallest bit of suspense of disbelief. Also, the smut in this one is bottom Alex. This drabble is far more than just the smut scene but if that bothers you, the smut is easy to skip. (Also, this, like, took a lot of work despite being short so maybe don’t be a dick about it if it’s not your preference) 

Anyways, this is part four (!!) of my OG verse, as it has come to be known. You can find all the links to the other parts here. This is unbetaed and all mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy it! 

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After Alex had been home for a week, Louis went back to work, and Alex went to look for a job.

Louis had taken a full week off from working at the store after Alex got home, probably by feigning health issues. But he couldn’t stay away forever, especially not when Alex’s final army pension would be coming in soon and then they’d be living off Louis’s income and whatever job Alex could scare up. Besides, Ms. Lawrence, God bless her soul, was six feet under and while her son had decided to keep Louis employed, he probably wasn’t nearly as forgiving as his mother if Louis took too much time off.

Alex had been looking for work for a few days now, but it still seemed like the town was dry out of jobs. Wilson from the pharmacy had told Alex he would hire him again if he could, but he could barely afford to pay the employees he had now. The same response came from the town bakery, the shoe repair shop, the bank. The best option for now seemed to be to sign up for one of the never-ending factory jobs a couple towns over, one he could easily travel to by train. But building the same guns he had once slung on his back seemed too much of a bitter irony to swallow for now.  

He tried to look again in one of the nearby towns, and this time, he wore his old uniform in the feeble attempt to make people pity him enough to give him work. A few told him to come back in a week this time. He considered it an improvement.

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A l'instant quelqu'un sonne à ma porte. Mon mari va ouvrir la fenêtre pour voir qui c'est.
Là, une femme qu'il ne connait pas lui explique qu'une voiture s'était arrêté pour lui parler et qu'elle est donc venu sonner pour s'en débarrasser.
Il lui a répondu tout de suite qu'elle avait bien fait et elle a continué son chemin sereine.
Donc voilà, on s'est fait la réflexion que c'était pas bête comme technique et du coup, je mets ça ici en me disant que ça peut inspirer/aider.
Moi aussi j'ai peur
J'ai peur de pas trouver les mots justes 
J'ai peur de mal faire
De sonner faux quand tout est vrai
De pas réussir à m'exprimer comme il faut
—  Fauve ≠

aqlan-sannor: (the question was too long , sorry I had to submit)
in you’re theory about chara not absorbing a boss monster soul you mention how Chara couldn’t absorb the six souls either cause they’re humans ones , and humans can’t absorb other humans souls , but is Chara really a human ?, flowey acknowledge that the soul they have is a stolen one and does not belong to them and if he can absorb monster souls , why can’t Chara absorb humans ones ?.

(undertale spoilers)

While it is unclear what a human-brought-back-from-the-dead-without-a-soul should be called, Chara inhabits the body of a human. Whether or not Chara can absorb or contain souls depends on the vessel itself. 

This is why a flower, something not human or monster, was chosen to be the vessel for the monster souls. Flowey is not a monster or human – he is a soulless flower brought to life thanks to determination. However, as part of Frisk, Chara should not be able to absorb human souls.

Pronoms et non-binarité

Les différents pronoms qui existent à ce jour (à ma connaisance) sont résumés sur l’infographie ci-dessus ;) il y a donc : elle, il, im, em, ul, ol, iel, yel, ille, el et sans doute encore d’autres que je ne connais pas !

Pour résumer les principales caractéristiques de ces pronoms :

- il et elle sont les plus courants puisqu’utilisés par les personnes cis. Il s’agit donc de pronoms utilisés par des personnes “binaires”, mais il est tout à fait légitime qu’une personne non-binaire les utilise, même si c’est le pronom qui correspond à son genre assigné !

- iel est le pronom “non-binaire” le plus courant, il est utilisé par certaines personnes NB et également pour parler d’une personne dont on ne connaît pas le genre. Il ne convient cependant pas à tout le monde, notamment les personnes s’identifiant en dehors du spectre masculin-féminin, qui lui reproche d’être un “mélange” de il et elle. Il existe aussi une orthographe alternative, yel, prononcée de la même façon

- ul et ol sont souvent préférés par les personnes dont le genre est totalement extérieur aux notions de féminin et de masculin/ de femme et homme. Bien sûr ce n’est qu’une remarque, et si vous êtes demigirl mais que vous préférez utiliser ol, aucun problème !

- im et em ont l’avantage d’être “à moitié” proches des pronoms il et elle et peuvent convenir particulièrement bien aux personnes ayant un genre proche du masculin ou du féminin, ou ayant plusieurs genres dont homme ou femme. Ille et el ont aussi cet avantage, en plus de sonner comme les pronoms il et elle à l’oreille !

Tous ces éléments constituent des pistes de réflexions si vous souhaitez choisir quel pronom utiliser, mais nullement des règles ! Utilisez le pronom avec lequel vous êtes le plus à l’aise, et ne laissez personne vous dire que vous n’êtes pas légitime dans votre choix de pronom !

En ce qui concerne les accords, de même il n’y a pas de règle du type “avec iel il faut utiliser le neutre”, c’est à chacun de décider. Je vous renvoie vers mes autres posts sur le neutre en français pour voir les accords possibles :

- le neutre à l’oral

- le neutre à l’écrit

N’hésitez pas à enrichir ce post dans vos reblogs :)

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Barbara - Mon Enfance (Barbara)                                                                                                                                                                                                           Mon Enfance                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           J'ai eu tort, je suis revenue
dans cette ville au loin perdue
où j'avais passé mon enfance.
J'ai eu tort, j'ai voulu revoir
le coteau où glissaient le soir
bleu et gris ombres de silence.
Et j’ai retrouvé comme avant,
longtemps après,
le coteau, l'arbre se dressant,
comme au passé.

J'ai marché les tempes brûlantes,
croyant étouffer sous mes pas,
les voies du passé qui nous hantent
et reviennent sonner le glas.
Et je me suis couchée sous l'arbre
et c'était les mêmes odeurs
et j'ai laissé couler mes pleurs,
mes pleurs.



J'ai mis mon dos nu à l'écorce,
l'arbre m'a redonné des forces,
tout comme au temps de mon enfance.
Et longtemps j'ai fermé les yeux,
je crois que j'ai prié un peu,
je retrouvais mon innocence.
Avant que le soir ne se pose,
j'ai voulu voir
la maison fleurie sous les roses,
J'ai voulu voir,

Le jardin où nos cris d'enfants
jaillissaient comme source claire.
Jean-Claude et Régine et puis Jean,
tout redevenait comme hier.
Le parfum lourd des sauges rouges,
les dahlias fauves dans l'allée,
le puits, tout, j'ai tout retrouvé,
hélas.

La guerre nous avait jeté là,
d'autres furent moins heureux je crois,
au temps joli de leur enfance.
La guerre nous avait jeté là,
nous vivions comme hors la loi,
et j'aimais cela quand j'y pense.

Oh mes printemps, oh mes soleils,
oh mes folles années perdues,
oh mes quinze ans, oh mes merveilles,
que j'ai mal d'être revenue.
Oh les noix fraîches de septembre
et l'odeur des mûres écrasées,
c'est fou, tout, j'ai tout retrouvé,
hélas.

Il ne faut jamais revenir
aux temps cachés des souvenirs
du temps béni de son enfance.
Car parmi tous les souvenirs
ceux de l'enfance sont les pires,
ceux de l'enfance nous déchirent.

Oh ma très chérie, oh ma mère,
ou êtes-vous donc aujourd'hui ?
Vous dormez au chaud de la terre
et moi je suis venue ici
pour y retrouver votre rire,
vos colères et votre jeunesse,
et je reste seule avec ma détresse,
hélas.

Pourquoi suis-je donc revenue
et seule au détour de ces rues
j'ai froid, j'ai peur, le soir se penche.
Pourquoi suis-je venue ici,
où mon passé me crucifie,
où dort à jamais mon enfance ?

anonymous asked:

I would love it if you could write a really fluffy scenario where Ciel is trying to tell his s/o that he loves them but he gets nervous and messes up. Btw I love your blog!

That’s so cute! (´▽`ʃƪ)


Small bouquet of colourful carnations trembled in Ciel’s hand when he was desperately trying to adjust the collar of his elegant dress shirt, now clenching around his neck like some mischievous snake willing to destroy one of the most important moments in said boy’s life by suffocating and embarrassing him. Or, at least, making him look like a complete fool.

There was still a lot of time until your planned meeting, it was just him wanting to make sure that he won’t be late, nevertheless this idea didn’t seem as good as before, since he was currently dealing with unpleasant and disturbing thoughts about what could possibly go wrong. Did he forget the address of the restaurant you were going to attend to? No, it was right around the corner. How was he going to greet you? Kindly but not too vigorously to not appear nervous. Were the flowers looking good? Was his bow perfectly tied? Was he surely wearing pants? How much time was it left for you to come? All those questions were floating through Ciel’s mind causing him to stay still like a string with pale face and a sweating palms.

It was going to be a complete failure. Maybe those were the last seconds when he had a chance to escape before he will destroy your positive opinion of him but just when he was about to seriously consider coming back home and sending you an apologizing letter, your frame appeared on the street.

At that moment, Ciel could swear that he felt the blood rushing to his cheeks and colouring them with bright red, not even an attempt of pretending to wipe something off of the forehead managed to distract him from this obvious proof of his own embarrassment. Approaching him sonner than he thought, the earl jumped slightly when he suddenly saw your eager expression and visible anticipation while peeking at the flowers he was holding, your pretty appearance affecting him in a way he almost forgot how to breathe.

“O-oh, good afternoon,” Ciel immediately cursed at himself mentally, ashmed that he didn’t manage to say even the first sentence without stuttering. “For you.”

He handled you the bouquet rather roughly, as if it was something he wanted to get rid off as soon as possible but you didn’t mind, seeing how flustered the boy already was. Thanking for the humble present, you smelled the flowers and therefore gave some time for Ciel to adjust his bow (for the hundreth time this day) and hair, noticing that he was clearly unable to stop looking at how gorgeously you looked in the dress you were currently wearing. Its colour, your favourite one, he recalled, was a perfect accent to your smooth skin and eyes glimmering with happiness caused by this meeting. Those few hours when his work wouldn’t disturb you and your sweet time together at the dinner.

“Shall we go?” Ciel asked and offered you his arm to catch onto before heading to the restaurant.

“With pleasure,” you answered smiling encouragingly and let him lead you.

For the whole road to the arranged place you couldn’t help but look at his serious expression, gaze focused on something in front of you and most likely being completely lost in the train of thoughts. Hoping that it will pass when you will get more comfortable by the table, you longed for the moment when the real conversation will start and thus there will be an opportunity to see his usual, not too tensed self. Your hopes, however, faded as quickly as appeared, seeing that even after the whole meal Ciel didn’t manage to say a word, staring blankly at his plate and asking you only about your well being from time to time.

Maybe you were too eager for this all and imagined too much.

“Well,” Ciel cleared the throat and finally looked at you, hands clenching in a fists under the table. “There is something I want to tell you and it is truly important so I would want you to listen carefully.”

Was it a snort of laugh from one of the nearest tables? Quickly you looked around but didn’t recognize anybody so your full attention was turned to the young earl once again.

“What is it?” you wondered.

“I…” Ciel hanged the head down and you almost believed that he has a scenario of possible sentences noted somewhere but when he bravely handled your asking stare, you had no doubts any longer that he was trying his best. “I… It is hard for me to admit that to someone so special like you, the unique-special way, but I can not wait any longer and I deeply hope that you share the same feeling as I do,” he ws talking faster and faster until stopped before the most important part to take a breath.

“I just wanted to say that I…” he messily continued. “I really, really like y-this dessert!”

You sat in silence, staring at him as if he was a ghost, observing how nervous he was, not daring to say a word to interrupt this odd monologue.

“Magnificent, isn’t it?!” Ciel almost squeaked before violently taking a spoon of deliciously looking cake and stuffing it into his mouth.

He seemed devastated even, chewing the bite slowly, reluctantly, the last meal before the death of your comment about this failed confession. He was ready for that, prepared that it was your last dinner together not only because he acted like a complete idiot in front of you but because he brought you shame in front of all those people. Oh, only if he could disappear now and forever…

Your hand placed on his caused him to look up, tiny piece of cake in the corner of his still full mouth. Surprizingly, the look you gave him wasn’t scolding in the slighest, with a quiet gasp he realized it could be understood as an amused and when you smiled warmly to him, he felt his heart melt in a second.

“Do not worry, I really, really like you, too, Ciel. And you are right, this cake is delicious.”

Love in Portofino
Dalida

I found my love in Portofino.
Quei baci più non scorderò.
Non è più triste il mio cammino,
A Portofino, I found my love.

Il y avait à Portofino
un vieux clocher qui s'ennuyait
de ne sonner que les matines
quand Portofino
se réveillait.

Mais après cette nuit divine,
on l'entendit sonner un jour,
même jusqu'aux villes voisines
de Portofino
Pour notre amour.

Dalida, Love in Portofino