still the best book out there

Even if you find
someone new,
to talk to every night,
to hang out with every day,
to share the giggles and
laughter at some
secret jokes,
to walk with and tell
wonderful stories,
I am still here,
waiting for you
to knock at my door
and sit beside me,
like we never missed
each other,
I am still here,
even if you’re not asking.
I am still here,
even if you weren’t
going to be there
for me anymore.
—  ma.c.a // A Promise
The Signs as Winter Things
  • Aries: Half-melted marshmallows in rich, dark, hot cocoa with a hint of peppermint.
  • Cancer: Wearing a Santa hat at one point in time just for the fun of it.
  • Taurus: Buying a limited edition something or other because of the holidays (makeup, clothing, food, etc)
  • Gemini: Putting up fairy lights in their bedroom so they twinkle with wonder.
  • Leo: Getting the latest holiday trends and looking the best they can in -20 F weather.
  • Virgo: Reading a holiday themed book or going to a Christmas play of some sort.
  • Libra: Going ice skating in a park or central area with friends and/or family.
  • Scorpio: Snuggling up under a woolen blanket and bingeing so many Netflix shows. So. Many.
  • Sagittarius: Still stuck on thanksgiving for some reason or another. They love it.
  • Capricorn: Bundling up and making a snowman out of the perfect consistency snow.
  • Aquarius: Going to a park or forest where ski trails are accessible, and then go skiing.
  • Pisces: Dresses in warm flannels or sweaters to keep cosy and sits by the warm fire.
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“Everyone pretends to be normal and be your best friend, but underneath, everyone is living some other life you don’t know about, and if only we had a camera on us at all times, we could go and watch each other’s tapes and find out what each of us was really like.”

―James Franco, Palo Alto (2013)

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Sailor Uranus & Sailor Neptune in Amour Eternal Visual Book
scanned by me - please do not repost

more ridiculous things i’ve done for writing:

- weighted a grapefruit in my hands to see if i could justifiably describe something as “weighing as much as a grapefruit”
- done jumping jacks for 5 minutes straight so the memory of how exertion feels would be fresh in my mind
- googled images of butterscotch to see if “butterscotch” could be a hair colour
- casually stared at people at bus stops trying to figure out how i would hypothetically recreate their image in words
- written 7 different beginnings for a story to see which one i liked best
- gone to venice
- enthusiastically spoken dialogue aloud to myself to see how it sounds
- tried to read 3 books in one day
- experienced terrible things, reacting with “i can write about this”
- screamed incoherently at someone for turning on the tv while i was in the room, writing
- sat there perfectly still staring into space trying to imagine what getting a boner feels like
- “hey re-enact this scene with me”
- sat upside-down for ten minutes trying to get my brain to work
- squandered schoolwork and free time alike for years
- written

The Best Thing

PAIRING: reader bucky barnes 

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

WARNINGS: SMUT, Oral sex, Language, slight sub Bucky, slight Dom reader. 

Request by Anon: Hello :) I it’s my birthday today, so I thought I could request something, cause I love your blog :) You’re Bucky’s girlfriend but recently you barely had time together so one time after he came back from a long mission, you wait for him in the bedroom wearing his favourite lingerie and when he comes in the bedroom, still in his uniform he’s immediately all over you and you spend the whole night in passionate love making? :) I hope it’s okay for you :) ILY <3 maybe also his POV? only if you like

I hope this is what you wanted anon :) I did try by best, but with a tiny hangover I’m not sure how good this turned out ? But I did my best and any Bucky smut is ok in my books haha. Enjoy 

GIF NOT MINE (but I’m so glad it exists) 

Originally posted by pxggycxrters

If Bucky had to complain about any aspect of his new life, the life he had finally gotten back from years of being tormented by Hydra. Was that missions were a bitch, especially when he had you waiting for him back home. You was the happy addition to his life no one saw coming, especially Bucky. The ex Russian assassin thought his days of romance and women were long gone, especially after all the pain and misery he caused. Bucky was convinced that he was destined to live the rest of his life alone, but you were not going to let that happen. (Y/N) was a force to be reckoned with, strong and brave. Intelligent and beautiful, you had all the makings of a woman who knew what she wanted and would stop at nothing to get it. So it was no surprise that the legendary Winter Solder fell head over heels for you, even if he was somewhat reluctant. Eventually you wormed you way into his heart, and Bucky wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“I don’t see why he has to go as well,” Bucky grumbled throwing various items into his rucksack.

“Because believe it or not Mr I-Work-Best-Alone, Sam is actually a viable member of the Avengers. Plus having eyes in the sky is a distinct advantage” you eyed the six-foot temper tantrum before you. Bucky sighed sitting down next to you on your bed as he pulled on his shoes.

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Pregnant Jewish Teen kicked out, and Angels of Color = Cultural Erasure?

Hi! I have two questions to ask.

I’m writing a book in which two teenage girls live in a small fictional town in Alabama.  The main character is a white protestant queer girl. Her best friend is a conservative jewish girl (still figuring out her sexuality) named Dalia. Dalia and her parents are the only jewish people in the town, and they commute to their synagogue (its mentioned that they have more family in Birmingham). 

The book establishes that Dalia is essentially the best person in the whole town, meaning she is more patient, kind, less corrupt than anyone else.  She does have flaws of course, she fears being a burden and tends to be a little impulsive. Anyway, Dalia’s dad is Ashkenazi and i was thinking her mom is Sephardi from Turkey, and immigrated to America earlier in her life.  

Dalia does get pregnant at 17, and hides the pregnancy for a little while. She does know exactly who the father is (a teenage boy who isn’t in the story) and when it is revealed that she is pregnant her parents are very angry, and kick her out of the house (i also planned for one of her parents to hit her in the face, but i dont have to write that). Dalia does intend to go live with her relatives in Birmingham, who are aware of her pregnancy and are fine with it, but ends up not going because of plot events. 

There is also an Angel who takes a male form, but really has no concept of gender.  I know i dont want him to be white because of the white=pure=holy connotation of that. The problem is he’d be completely separate from any culture of the race he’d be presenting, because he’s an angel and is simply using a random corporeal form.  

So, is Dalia’s situation with her parents in anyway coming off as anti semitic/painting immigrants as being backwards and inherently sexist/abusive?

And, is someone adopting a form with an ethnicity but being totally disconnected from any connecting culture racist? 

Wait, you’re writing a story where a Jewish mom and dad kick out their teenage daughter for being pregnant? That strikes me as a little… “look over here at this marginalized culture! don’t they treat their young girls badly?” I mean, I’m sure getting kicked out for a teen pregnancy has happened to someone Jewish somewhere but I haven’t seen it, personally. 

Could they maybe be overprotective instead? Stop letting her go out with her friends, refuse to give her any freedom? That would do away with the “where did this author even GET this” in my head, although it would still paint us as More Backward. 

If you’re not Jewish yourself this becomes even more awkward.

Shira

>> is someone adopting a form with an ethnicity but being totally disconnected from any connecting culture racist? 

Well, these are non-human beings that just look like humans, right? I’d assume angels have their own culture of sorts and it’s not necessarily erasure when it’s a being that isn’t even from earth. We’ve talked extensively on disconnecting PoC from their cultures and the erasure that is, but having a non-human being that simply appears as a Person of Color so doesn’t have the associated culture(s) is alright with me personally and is not the same. 

Now, if they switched between races at leisure that would feel like dress-up and is a whole different story. Also, please assure they’re not being a certain race because they just think it’s cool or interesting (see: Androids, Black Culture & Appropriation).

But if pale and white angels don’t need a reason for existing, why do Black and brown angels need one? It helps to also have human PoC of the same coded race in Angels who do have (human) cultures, though.

Here’s a discussion Shira and I also happened to write on how to differentiate species from similar-looking human ones. See: Differentiating Black-skinned Species from Black people.

–Mod Colette

I’ve been re-reading the HP books and I got to Prisoner of Azkaban (be still my beating heart, it is still the best one) and, at Christmas there’s only 12 people around the dinner table. Trelawny comes along and Dumbledore stands up to draw her a chair.

She freaks out, I must not! When 13 people dine together, the first to rise is the first to die!!!!!

Except.

Ron had Scabbers in his pocket.

Which means that there wasn’t 12 people when Trelawny arrived. There was already 13.

And Dumbledore stood up.

nothing is more surreal than the fact freaking “Deadpool”

the movie that happened because fans fluded Twitter asking for it

the movie with a budget that was half if not less than a third of what a Hollywood production for a comic book film would get

that was released for Valentine’s day as if they weren’t expecting it to make money that weekend

that had a first time movie directed with lots of improv done by the cast 

is currently nominated for “Best Musical or Comedy”

I don’t expect to win because as other critics said, La La Land is an Oscar bait film and they tend to wind up winning something, but this is still a movie that by all means wasn’t expected to work out at all and yet it is being taken seriously at the Golden Globes

well done 

I don’t think I will ever be strong enough to fully move on from you. Although, deep down inside, I’m not sure that I’ll ever really want to move on from you. You see me like nobody else ever has- you see my potential, who I can be. You’ll never see this, you’ll never know these words exist, but I hope you know, B, how much I truly love you. You bring out the ultimate best in me. You’ve been my best friend through everything and you’re the only one who has been here when I’ve needed you most. We weren’t perfect together, neither of us are perfect, but damn, was our love special. If moving on means forgetting, then I never want to move on. Honestly, I’m still praying that it’s you and me in the end.
—  An excerpt from a book I’ll never write (#7).

The Artemis Fowl books advocate for the environment, deal with misogyny in the workplace and the need for feminism, and has some of the best character development arcs like ever over the span of eight books. Also, there’s magic and fairies with guns and time travel and a whole lot of sarcasm and really no downside to reading them

(Not) Out Of Your League - Jughead x Reader

Here you go! I normally leave the reader’s characteristics open ended but I thought it would be nice if she was a cheerleader for this one! Hope you enjoy it!


You open up your locker, sighing wearily at the sight of all the heavy books you have to bring back. Gazing into the dim depths of your locker, you ponder whether you’ll be able to pop home for a snack before cheerleading practice. Cheryl said that she’ll behead anyone who turns up late so you decide that it’s probably best if you didn’t chance it. After offloading your school bag into the locker, you pull out your gym clothes and head towards the girls’ locker room to change.

You glance at the time on your phone wearily; there’s still a good twenty minutes before practice starts and it’s an awkward sort of time length. Too long to just sit around idly and too short to actually get into anything. Figuring that you might as well work on some of the dance steps, you take off in the direction of the gym. It’s a fairly uneventful walk until you hear Reggie’s voice ring out in the deserted corridor and see his silhouette in the near distance.

“Whereja think you’re going?”

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Overdue, John Laurens x Reader

Prompt: “You’re overdue for this book and I really want it.” + John Laurens (Modern AU)

Words: 703

Author’s Note: First Laurens fic! Really hard finding a distinction between Laurens and Philip, but I tried my best! Also, another Lin fic was just requested and I’m about to jump on it so hard her is basically my muse??

Warnings: Cursing, shirtless Laurens.

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“Sorry, it’s still checked out.” The librarian’s assistant winced when you groaned. You had been trying to track this stupid book down for a week, hoping and praying the person who checked it out planned to return it as some point.

“Can you just give me a name?” You pleaded, even though she had failed to give it to you the past three times you came in, “I won’t stop coming until I find this book.”

That was definitely her tipping point. She typed away quickly, hoping this would mean you wouldn’t come in every other day to bug her about this book.

“Laurens. John Laurens.” You grumbled, shooting out of the door, knowing exactly where you were going.

You were an acquaintance for Alexander Hamilton, who you met on your first day of school. He was rather chatty and opinionated, but he meant well and was always rather polite to you.

You knew one of his closest friends, John Laurens, shared a dorm with him. Checking the time, you knew Alexander would be knee-deep in research and Red Bull cans, so you stalked to the building you knew his dorm resided in.

It took some careful navigating to find his room, you had to stop a few times and ask if they knew an Alexander Hamilton. Most people just grumbled and pointed you in the direction. He must not make friends easily.

Finally, you found your way to his door and immediately started pounding your first on the wood.

“Open the door Alexander!” You called, insistently knocking. You heard crashes and curses as someone scrambled to make the noise stop. You continued knocking until the door was yanked open.

Alexander stood there, confused and disheveled, papers were messily scattered across the floor.

“I’m going to murder you.” He sneered, gesturing for you to come in. He half-assed picking up the papers and shoving them onto a counter. He moved to the kitchen, pouring a rather tall mug of black coffee, “What do you want?”

“Your roommate. He’s overdue on a book I need for a paper. I’m here to murder him and take the book as my prize.” 

Alexander pushed himself away from the counter before dragging himself to his roommate’s door, banging loudly, “Be my guest.” He threw you a peace sign and left you to deal with his friend.

The door swung open to reveal a very tired and a very shirtless John Laurnes. He wiped the sleep from his eyes, giving a rather large yawn before realizing you were standing in front of him, “Who are you?”

“I am someone who is very pissed that you have an overdue book I am in desperate need of.”

“Cool name.” He smirked, shuffling back into his room and digging through his backpack, “I would have returned it eventually.” He commented, handing it over.

“I’m sure you would have.” You said back, checking the cover for the title.

“If you’re using it for the essay on abolitionists, it won’t help. Shitty arguments. Shitty evidence to back it up. Shitty author.” He moved to pick up a shirt off the floor, pulling it over his head before leaning against the door frame.

“It was the #1 recommended book on the suggested reading list.”

“Yeah, well. If you’re looking for one-dimensional claims and a C at best, go ahead and rely on this book.” He grinned, crossing his arms.

“What do you recommend, then?” He held up his finger and quickly began scanning the small bookshelf in his room. He came back with three books, trading you for them.

“These will get you an A, no doubt. And since I am being gracious enough to let you borrow from my very own personal collection, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind getting dinner with me.” His grin was downright shameful. It must have been a sin to look that nice shirtless and have that charming of a smile.

You eyed him suspiciously, before tucking the books underneath your arm.

“If I get an A, I will think about it.”

He worked around his busy school schedule times you could sit with him to work on the essay just to be certain you would get that A.

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Don’t Ever Come Back (Peter Parker x Reader)

A/N: Reader is Peter’s best friend and doesn’t know his secret identity. She is waiting for him to come home while lying on his bed reading a book. Suddenly, Spiderman enters through the window and takes off his mask without realizing reader is there. They have a fight and Peter ends up telling her he did it to protect her because he loves her, but if she’s gonna judge him, she must go. Super cliché, I know.

A/N2: This is my first imagine ever, so sorry if it is too bad!

Warnings: One or two cuss words. 

You were reading a book lying on your best friend’s bed whilst waiting for him to come home. You had arrived thirty minutes before, and Aunt May had told you Peter was out doing the groceries and that he would be back in ten minutes. Thirty minutes after, you were still waiting for him. You were trying not to worry, but after seeing him come home with bruises for a few months, you didn’t know if you should believe him when he said that he was just clumsy.
Suddenly, you heard the window opening, and looking up from your book, you saw the famous Spiderman. You tried to keep your mouth closed, but you couldn’t help but wonder what the superhero was doing in your best friend’s room.
Without seeing you, the superhero took off his mask, and was beginning to unzip his suit when he turned around and saw you.
It was Peter.
Your best friend was Spiderman.
You quickly got up from the bed, not knowing what to do.
‘Peter?’ You stammered, ‘You are Spiderman?’
Peter just stood there, frozen, trying to figure out what to say to you. ‘Please, don’t be mad. I can explain.’
‘How could you not tell me? We’ve been best friends for years. You know everything about me. How cou-oh my God, you are Spiderman. It all makes sense.’
You felt the tears fall down your cheeks, feeling betrayed. Why didn’t he tell you? Did he not trust you? Had he actually told anyone? For how long had this been going on?
‘[Y/N], I swear to God, I can explain. Please, just calm down.’ You could see his worried expression, although you were crying and everything was blurry. ‘Sit down and let me explain.’
‘Why? Why didn’t you trust me?’
‘Please, [Y/N]. Nobody knows. Not even Aunt May. I didn’t want to put you at risk.’
‘Are you fucking serious? You didn’t want to put me at risk so you thought lying to me straight at my face was better? How many times have you lied? How many, Peter?’ You were shouting by now, feeling both angry and sad.
‘I didn’t want to have anyone after you. Having you know the truth was dangerous.’ He was getting mad by now, you could tell by the tone he was using.
‘Peter, you know everything about me! You know I can defend myself, why didn’t you tell me this? This is huge! And you just kept it to yourself! How could you?!’
‘Because I love you! I love you and I didn’t want you in danger!’ He shouted, not containing himself anymore.
You stopped on your tracks, frozen and not knowing what to do. ‘What? Since… since when?’
‘Since forever, okay?! I always have! And you never realized!’ You could tell he was trying to calm down, but he was nervous and shouting.
‘But… Why didn’t you tell me?’ You didn’t know what to say. ‘Peter, I… I’m gonna go. I need to think about this. I’m still mad. You can’t just come up with this to make me feel guilty. I don’t even know what to say.’
‘Go, and don’t ever come back if you are gonna judge me. I do this to help people, and if it bothers you, I don’t want to worry about making you happy. I have other things to worry about.’ He turned his back to you, and stared out of the window.
Feeling hurt, you left his room, saying bye to Aunt May and leaving the house, not knowing if you were going to be able to fix your friendship. What had you done?

  • Draco: So tell me again...why in the middle of the night have I been called down here?
  • Goblin: Well you see as her husband you are the next of kin and...
  • Draco: And...?
  • Goblin: We can't get her out, when we try she just "shhhs" us.
  • Draco: You mean to tell me, that 1. she broke in 2. got past all of your magical security and 3. is still in there completely undisturbed?
  • Goblin: Yes.
  • Draco: Okay, another thing, why are they here? *gestures over shoulder*
  • Harry: We are Aurors, and her best friends.
  • Ron: Plus if it were anyone else she would be arrested, and you wouldn't know until after they detained her.
  • Goblin: Here we are....Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Vault.
  • Harry: Good luck mate.
  • Ron: We will be out here if you need backup.
  • Draco: *Glares and mumbles 'chickens' under his breath, and walks into the vault. Looks around and finds Hermione sitting in a chair with an ancient looking copy of Hogwarts a History open in her hands.* Ahem...Hermione sweetheart?
  • Hermione: Shhh...
  • Draco: Hermione sweetie what are you doing in here?
  • Hermione: *turns page* I was reading one of my copies of H.O.H. and it said that the very first and only copy of H.O.H. was in the Hogwarts vault at Gringotts.
  • Draco: And you thought to come down here and read it yourself, without getting permission?
  • Hermione: Oh I know if I owled McGonagall she would have said yes, but then I would have had to wait for her reply, and then set up a time to come down here. This was faster.
  • Draco: So you mean to tell me, that you woke up in the middle of the night with the urge so strong to read this book that you; snuck out of the Mansion, snuck into Gringotts, bypassed their over the top security measures that they even improved upon because of the last time you broke in and out of here, snuck down to the Hogwarts vault, and broke into it...all because you couldn't wait to read this book?
  • Hermione: *smiles and looks up* Yes.
  • Draco: *kisses her forehead* Alright sweetie, just make sure to put everything back where you found it. *Exits vault*
  • Harry: So how did it go?
  • Goblin: Is she going to leave?
  • Draco: Ha...good luck with that she won't be leaving till she's done.
  • Ron: Well that's good enough for me, shall we go for an early breakfast?
  • *the three men walk away discussing where to eat*
  • Goblin: But...but...she can't!
  • Hermione: *in the vault* SHHH!
Moving On

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Brett Talbot x Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1244

A/N: Re-uploading this imagine, because I didn’t like how it was set up so here we go again..

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

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I huffed, glaring daggers at the smiling couple down the hall from me. My glare changed to a small whimper after Liam kissed Hayden. I turned away from the sight, and went back to gathering my books from my locker. I jumped in surprise when I felt a hand on my shoulder, which turned out to be my best friend, Lydia Martin.

“Y/N,” Lydia sent me a sad smile, “It’s been two months, doll.”

“I know,” I snapped at her, “You think I want to feel like this? You think I like waking up, and feeling like I’m never good enough? You think I like still being stuck on his dumb-ass? I don’t, Lydia, and I’m sorry if me being heartbroken is kinda an inconvenience for you.”

A look of hurt flashed across her face, and I sighed, feeling guilty. I know Lydia didn’t mean harm, but I really couldn’t help it. I felt eyes on my back, and I peeked over my shoulder to realize it was the pack. After the breakup between Liam and me, I stopped talking to the pack. It was really awkward whenever I was around, along with Liam and Hayden so I choose to exclude myself from the little group. I only talked to Lydia now, as she’s been my best friend since we were 5, and we live right next to each other.

“I’m sorry, Lydia,” I told the strawberry blonde gently, “I know you don’t mean harm, but it’s hard.”

“I had no right to say that,” She replied, “I know what you’re going through, I mean I went through it when Jackson left. I’m really sorry, Y/N. Best Friends?”

“Best friends,” I laughed, hooking my pinky with hers. I closed my locker, and we began making our way to our first class.

“Soo, are you ready for the Devenford Prep vs Beacon Hills game tonight?” asked Lydia, with a sly smirk.

“I am,” I chuckled, “It should be an interesting game.”

“Mhmm, what about seeing your loverboy?” She teased me, and I rolled my eyes but a blush crept upon my cheeks.

“You know how I feel, but Brett is just a friend,” I told the smirking strawberry-blonde as we found our seats. She sat in front of me as usual. She just sent me a smirk before class began.


“Y/N!” I heard Lydia call my name, as I made my way over to the lacrosse field, where Devenford Prep players were practicing.

“Hey, Lyds,” I greeted my best friend, taking the empty seat next to her. I bit the urge to roll my eyes as the pack sat behind us, “Don’t start.”

“What?” She asked in ‘fake shock’, and I gave her a look, “All I was going to say was you were looking quite cozy with Mr. Talbot.”

“He’s a friend, Lydia,” I huffed, shaking my head at her bright grin. I turned my attention back to the field, where Brett was now looking straight over at us, shirtless and with his lacrosse stick on his shoulders, behind his head.


“Doesn’t seem like it,” She hummed, “Ooh, he’s making his way over here.”

“Hey Y/N,” The green-eyed boy said, with a smirk on his face, “Lydia.”

“Hey, Brett. You ready for the game tonight?” I smiled, at the handsome boy in front of me.

“Of course I am. You’re coming right? I need my cheerleader,” He winked at me, as Lydia let out a little squeal that I barely heard, “How about a date afterwards also?

“TALBOT!” Bretts’ coached screamed at him, “GET BACK TO PRACTICE. YOU CAN TALK TO YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND LATER!”

Brett left, giving me a wink and I couldn’t help the blush that spread across my cheeks, and the huge smile that broke out on my face.

“Sure you guys are just friends?” Lydia teased, raising an eyebrow. I bit my lip, looking back and forth between her and Brett. I knew that the best way to get over Liam, would to try and forget him.

“HEY, BRETT!” I yelled to the blonde haired boy, who stopped and faced me with a raised eyebrow, “HOW ABOUT THIS, YOU WIN TONIGHT AND I’LL LET YOU TAKE ME ON THAT DATE.”

“YOU’RE ON!” He screamed back, before jogging back to the rest of his teammates.

“I hope we aren’t,” I answered Lydias’ question from earlier. I laughed as Lydia threw her arms around me.

“I’m so happy for you, doll,” She told me quietly, and I sent her a smile.

“I feel happy,” I bit my lip as I looked out on the field.

“Well, let’s go get you ready,” giggled Lydia, pulling me to my feet, and dragging me off to her car. With her dragging me, I ended up tripping on my own feet and fell to my butt, blushing when I realized Brett was staring with a goofy smile.


“Isn’t this too much?” I asked Lydia as she applied another layer of Power Driven (Dark Red) on my lips.

“Never,” She smiled, finally closing the lipstick and stepping back.

I was dressed in a casual black dress, with stockings underneath and my black ankle boots, topped with a crimson red cardigan. My hair was put away in a messy braided bun, and I had a smokey eye look.

“Let’s go,” I chuckled, and yet again I was dragged to her car

/ Lacrosse Field /

Arriving at the field, we quickly took our seats. The game started no later than 5 minutes after.

Brett quickly took possession of the ball, and scored a shot. I bit my lip, as Lydia nudged me with a huge smile on her face.

“Is it bad that I want them to win?” I asked Lydia as Brett scored another shot. He sent me a wink as soon as I met his gaze.

“No,” She grabbed my hand and squeezed it with a warm smile, “It means you’re moving on.”

/ After Game /

 

Devenford Prep won the game with 10-8. I decided to wait around so Brett could shower or whatever, and Lydia was with me as the pack stumbled over. When I seen Liam with his arm around Hayden, I strangely didn’t feel any hostility like usual. Jackson wrapped an arm around Lydia, kissing her forehead. I smiled at the PDA, they were adorable.

“I think you owe someone a date, Y/N,” Lydia sang teasingly, motioning her head to behind me, where Brett stood. He was cleaned up, and rubbing the back of his head, sheepishly.

“You are right,” I gave her a quick hug, before making my way over to Brett, “Congratulations, Brett.”

“Thanks,” He continued rubbing the back of his head, “So, about that date..”

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, catching a surprised look spread across his face, “What? Did you think I was lying about the date?”


“No - no. Let’s go,” Brett held out his hand, and I gladly took it, lacing my fingers with his.

When you did your best
but your best is not enough
When you pour your life and blood and insides out
and you sacrifice everything else
and it is still not enough
When every step up is two steps down
and everything you do is an uphill trudge.

Shouldn’t it be something like
Do your best and everything else will turn out okay?
Yet life doesn’t seem to work that way

Suddenly you found life has its own rules
and regulations
that you are not aware of,
and pitstops
and hidden tunnels
and sinking holes
that you never sign up for.

I’m confused, you say.
How did everything turn out like this?
It used to be rainbows and fairs
and cotton candies and laughters that
never seem to end.
When did the rules change?
Now everything else you do
seems to turn into ashes
and dust moats
and a pile of stinking garbage
for the future generations to tread on.

Why did everything change?, you asked
but no answers came,
just the sound of the howling wind passing by
and with every minute
that ticks
and tocks
you are left with a growing anxiety
that never stops.

—  cynthia go // Confused ( @cynthiatingo )

Hey everyone! Just wanted to let you know that sadly, I have no more time in my life to keep up the work with this blog. Luckily, when you look back at it, it has now become a giant archive of amazing stuff mostly about Batman: The Animated Series! I’m quite proud of the material I collected here. So that will be forever available for everyone!

On the other hand, I recently watched Justice League Dark, and wanted to let you know some quick thoughts about it…

Bottom line, I think it’s the best movie in this New 52 continuity line of movies. But I hated most of them, so, while it’s not saying much, at least it started doing some right in my book! I’d give it a 7 or 7,5 out of 10. Loved all the heroes in the JLD and it was overall engaging and entertaining. Give it a try if you still haven’t!

-Matt from Batman: Animated

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Even when it was raining, New York City was still beautiful. Cafes were packed with soaked, but happy New Yorkers, people ducked into subways, and the sound of machinery echoed throughout the city. You smiled and took out your colorful umbrella. You were meeting Credence today.

You strolled through 5th Avenue and enjoyed the bright lights and the glamour, then you spotted his dark, soft hair. He was wet and shivering, handing out Second Salem flyers, giving anyone who passed by a pamphlet about exterminating witches and wizards like you.

You didn’t mind. You knew he was only handing out those flyers for the sake of being able to go with you and explore the wonders of New York City. Once a week, you two would meet up and just hop on a subway to nowhere.

Eagerly, you ran towards him and tackled him into a warm hug, indifferent about the fact that your clothes got wet. “Credence!”

Credence’s expression instantly turned from dark and gloomy to bright and happy. He smiled at you and tucked the remaining flyers into his breast pocket, excited to go on another adventure with you.

At first, Credence was nervous to go more than five miles from the Second Salem building, but over time, he started enjoying your random, spontaneous trips with him.

“Come on, we have places to go to!” You took his soft hand and ran down the street, dodging confused tourists and baffled New Yorkers. You didn’t care that your umbrella disappeared and that you were even more soaked; Credence’s joyful laughter echoed in your ears, and that was all you needed.

Eventually, you two had ducked under a stray cafe umbrella and he was still laughing and smiling widely at you. You grinned as well, because his smile always brightened your day. Even though he always insisted you were the special one, you thought differently. Credence gave you hope and brought happiness into your life. Before, you were alone. Now you weren’t.

You two stood there for a while, watching the hustle and the bustle of New York City. Credence had never done much exploring in his life before, but you changed that. His dark brown eyes shined from the bright lights, making him look more amazing. He smiled and looked at you. “T-Thank you, Y/N. for all of this.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Credence. Let’s go, the magic’s not over yet!” You took his hand once again, but this time, you didn’t run, you two strolled through a busy street, smiling and giggling from time to time. From what, you didn’t exactly know. But you focused on the feeling of Credence’s hand on yours, and you gripped his hand tighter.

He smiled when he realized where you two were. Times Square, where you two met. He was handing out flyers and you were hurrying to MACUSA, and you just happened to bump into him, making all his flyers fly away. You said sorry over and over again, and he instantly forgave you. He had never received kindness in his life before, and he was surprised that you took the time to grab all the pieces of paper and blow the dirt away from them.

The memory brought a smile to his lips and you grinned as well, the memory still fresh on your mind.

Standing in the middle of Times Square with Credence was nothing less than magical. You’re looking at him and he looks so beautiful. His dark brown eyes mesmerized you, they reminded you of sweet, sugary chocolate you ate when you were a child and his lips looked soft and plump. You mentally screamed. You two had never went past holding hands and hugging, because you knew Credence was sensitive.

But here you two were, raindrops falling on your eyelids and soaking his dark hair. You leaned in, slowly, and he leaned in too, until your lips finally met and it felt like multiple explosions went off inside your heart.

It had only lasted for a few seconds, but for you, it felt like an eternity. And you kissed him again, because you realized something. You loved him and you always would, because Credence Barebone was finally yours.

And he was more than happy to be with you forever.