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anonymous asked:

What should i do if my sister just told me that "I'm not trans enough" "It's not hard to figure out you're only faking dysphoria and being trans cause it's cool and you're being influenced". Especially when she also attacked me before and after said sentences, said i don't act/look like i have dysphoria even though I've researched it for months, watched tonnes of videos on people saying their experiences and i felt like i'm similar to them? Especially now that I'm doubting myself even more.

Lee says:

Other people can’t tell you what your gender is! You are the only one who knows how you feel. Your sister can say you’re not trans enough, but she has no way of knowing that, and it means nothing. Also, you don’t need dysphoria to be trans, so yeah, I’d really just ignore whatever she says- she’s not some omnipotent deity who can see into your head, and she isn’t a trans expert, she’s just a gatekeeping sister. If you know you’re trans then you’re trans, nobody can take that identity away from you.

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“I don’t see how telling people to vote no is hateful”

It seems pretty hateful to me to stand by and watch LGBTIQA people kill themselves because they feel like there’s no hope.

It seems pretty hateful to me to not allow someone to right to be by their partners side when they are dying of a chronic illness in hospital.

It seems pretty hateful to me to tell someone that them and their relationship is worth less than you and your partner’s.

It seems pretty hateful to me to stand by and be ok for gender diverse/same sex couples to be taxed like a married couple when registered as de-facto, but not given the same benefits as a married couple.

It seems pretty hateful to me that athiests can get married without any involvement from the church and have that recognised by our government, yet religious or non religious queer couples can’t, because they are discriminated against and oppressed.

See where I’m going with this?

brazendarkholme  asked:

"Eyes" "How long do you plan on keeping me?" And "...what do you like about my form?"

Brock: “I don’t plan on letting you go. I will take my time with you and maybe after one or two years I let you leave the apartment on your own, give you a bit more space. It would be stupid to let you go right now, when I would have to watch my back because you would go after me. What I like about your form is easy to tell. It is beautiful and rare and I like the way it makes you look vulnerable.”

(And he thinks that you smell and feel great, but he won’t tell you that.)

anonymous asked:

ima tell you a story about how unforgettable Chris forehead is. So I have a huge fucking girl crush on AnnaSophia Robb (don't judge me.) so I watched the Carries Diaries, the two seasons it had before it was cancelled. Twice. I didn't even know crisp played the guy who took Carrie's virginity on that show. I just remember thinking, "this guy is a tool." Then I watched Supergirl, didn't put it together. He is such a mediocre actor, I can't even remember him from one shit CW show to the next.

he literally cant act for shit like the minute u put him into a role that requires more than Generic Evil White Guy Glare he flops. also the light reflecting off his forehead blinds anyone else in scene with him as well as the people who edit the footage, no wonder he can only get on shitty cw shows since the only have one lightbulb anyway. less forehead glare

anonymous asked:

Please take care of my refrigerator is on Netflix (i think it's called chef & my fridge there tho) so I watched a few episodes because I got curious about that chef and he's so similar to Moonbin I actually laughed. He's super cheeky and a showoff but you can tell he means well and his smile is just like Bin's like?????? He's also a dork and his wife has the pants in their relationship which low-key reminded me of binu 👀 And now the show got me into cooking so that's nice I guess 😂

wait i watched that show hOW DIDNT I SEE?????

witch things
  • that one crystal
  • wasting eclipses/other natural phenomenon that could be used as a time for spells
  • telling yourself that your okay with curses and that you would use them, sees a post detailing a mild curse, immediately leaves
  • witch… me..m…e….?…??
  • i need more fairy lights, or candles… hmm.. fairy lights aren’t a fire hazard, i don’t have to watch them, no candles then
  • j a r s
  • finds an interesting plant, okay, now how the fuck do i figure out what this is
  • tries to decide who to believe between conflicting opinions by witches you like
  • J A R S
  • altar, is, set up, how,?
  • don’t think about harry potter, it’s not real magic, don’t think about harry potter, but- wands
  • not having any, fucking, time to do any spells/rituals/or generally practice the craft
  • .. j-… jars?….
  • that one element that is better than the rest
  • space
  • spells in e v e r y t h i n g
  • not being able to take a ritual bath because you only shower
  • more crystals, always more
  • no, i am not going to put nutmeg in my coffee, that’s disgusting
  • thinking about how shitty things have been for the last few years and wondering who you pissed off enough to get cursed
  • thats it, that’s all of them

Pairing: Dean/Cas
Length: 2.5k
Tags: Fluff, Mild Angst, Pining, First Kiss, Canon Divergent
 
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“You just gotta get laid,” Dean said, reseating the burger beside the pile of fries on his plate, this time with a big bite missing. “Or a decent kiss, at least.”

He crumbled a napkin between greasy fingers, tossed it to the middle of the table. Shoved his shirtsleeves up one more time as he tucked his black fed tie under the table ledge and away from the plate. “It’d loosen you up, buddy. And maybe you’d quit tryna live vicariously through horny eighteen-year-olds.”

This was because of the door-to-door canvas. The couple at the park who’d been all over each other, that Castiel hadn’t been able to stop looking at—even after the old, blue-haired lady at 512 Bakersfield Court had made a comment. “Your partner likes to stare…” like she’d never in her seventy-five years of life seen someone curious about such a thing.

If only that was the first time I heard it, too,” Dean’d smiled back from her stoop, the sharp sun cooking them both in the stuffy Tennessee heat. A marked jab to Cas’ ribs, and a walk to the nearest pub later, and Dean was bringing it up again, because, of course he was. Why talk about the case?

“I only glanced at the couple in the park,” Cas sighed. “It’s not a recurring issue. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Dean laughed, lipped his beer bottle, and took a stout drink. “Sure,” he said. “Glanced at them. Glanced at those girls holding hands last week—though, I’ll give ya that one. I gave ‘em a couple once-overs too.”

“Dean—”

“Point is, it ain’t the first time, and you’re a damn liar.”

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Feysand Growing up HC

-What if Rhys and Feyre were raised in Velaris together?

-Being economically successful, Feyre’s father is close friends with the High Lord. Both  their respective wife and mate have children around the same time. 

-The Merchant’s daughter and the High Lord’s son are practically raised in unison.

-They nap together. They take their first steps together. They’re potty-trained together. They share toys as toddlers. They finger paint together. They take naps together. They take lessons from Rhys’s mother. Basically, they live together. 

-When they’re 3 months old, they’re sharing a crib and boom the bond clicks. Though, not so boom because they’re babies and they don’t feel it.

- Their parents don’t know because the only thing they notice is that their kids are now sleeping right next to each other. 

-They become an iconic childhood duo.

-The one thing everyone wonders, though, as the two run down the Rainbow, is “When is their mate bond gonna snap?”

-Feyre and Rhys can’t tell, they just believe that this is what a best friend is supposed to be like, since Rhys’s parents are their only mate example.

-When Rhys starts to learn how to fly, Feyre is pissed. Her dialogue for two weeks is a relentless stream of “This is not fair.” “Why do you get to fly?” “You’re not even grateful, you prick.” “I want to fly.” “Why can’t you take me with you?”

-Rhys, being a child, sticks his tongue out at her.

-Momma Rhys watches from the kitchen. Once Feyre storms out, she calls to Rhys, “You are not my boy if you don’t go out of your way to take a female in your life flying.”

-Momma trains her son real quick in the art of carrying someone else while flying. 

-The dispute is solved.

-After years of the best childhood ever, Rhys’s mom declares that she’s raising her son as an Illyrian. 

-Feyre and Rhys say their goodbyes, and when he’s finally gone it hurts

-They both write it off as distance from their best friend. 

-For a few years, they remain pen pals. 

-”Remember that savage, Cassian? We are starting to get along.” 

-”My sister Nesta is becoming almost intolerable now. I miss your mom.”

-”My mother says hello. She misses you too. We have a new addition in our home. His name’s Azriel. He’s very quiet.”

-”I wish you could come and take me flying.”

 -Slowly, they piddle out until one of these letters becomes the last.

-Feyre’s family loses their status, not to the starving devastation of ACOTAR, but enough so that they fall out with the High Lord. 

-Rhys finds comfort in Cassian, Azriel, Mor, and Amren. Feyre becomes a recluse, until the tale of the Merchant’s daughter and the High Lord’s son becomes an obsolete story.

-Feyre and Rhys try romantic relationships with others, but they always fall short. 

-Years later, after the blood rite, Rhys returns from the camps.

-A large party is thrown in his honor, and neither looks for one another.  But, like a compass that always points North, somehow the two find each other. 

-It’s as if they were spinning in circles for years, stumbling, trying to recover, until they smile at each other. 

-The looks hits hard, only comparable to the instant when the world seems rightside-up again after all that turning. 

-It’s a night like no other. Years have passed, but they recognize each other. Conversion is easy. They don’t sleep, talking all night. 

-When he leaves again and the pain that faded all those years ago becomes incredibly strong once more, they know. 

-Rhys doesn’t even question his duties before he hauls ass back to Velaris letting the tug in his chest drag him through the city. 

-She sits alone at a café, slowly nursing a tea to ignore the ache growing in her chest. 

-No thoughts pass through his mind as he dives down and collides at full force with the street outside the little fence that surrounds the café patio. 

-A large cloud of dust forms. People scream and hide. Chaos ensues for fear of attack.

-Feyre stands calmly, throws a leg over the fence, and walks into the cloud. 

-Rhys looks around like a wildcat for her.

-She sees him. She loses her breath. A cataclysmic force runs through both of them as the bond snaps fully at their eye contact. 

-”There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

-They’re in each other’s arms. They’re flying. They’re laughing. They’re kissing because oh gods it makes sense. All the years, the friendship, the pain. It makes sense. 

-”I can’t believe it,” Rhys says, breathless in-between kisses, “it was you. All this time it was you.”

-More kissing, sloppy kisses as they grin like fools. 

-”I’m glad it’s you,” Feyre whispers.

-He leans his forehead on hers. “Me, too. Darling. Me, too.”

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 Hi guys admin Sunshine is here. I’m so sorry if this reaction took so long, lately I’ve been feeling so down I just don’t want to do anything. I’ve been going through lots of things and I’m sorry if my reactions are not good enough. I always welcome some anons you know, I kinda need to know what you guys think about my reactions. And maknae-line will be coming soon, sorry about the long-ass reaction though! Anyways I love you guys and thanks for the support, it really means alot to me. xoxo <3

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For Worse

This was a Request for an Anon. They wanted a Story where Bruce Cheated and the Bat Boys react. If you have request go ahead and make one! Also Let me know if you want a part two. (UPDATE: Lots of people have asked for a Part 2 so i’ll start working on it soon ^_^)  part two: here


You weren’t much of a wine drinker, not much of a drinker period in all actuality. When you did drink you preferred the sweetness of a strawberry margarita that masked the taste of alcohol. However, right now, as the slightly bitter liquid pooled to the back of your throat, you couldn’t imagine a better tasting drink.

Sitting on the large black marble kitchen counter, you swung your legs with childlike glee as the world around you suddenly started to feel a little hazy. Patting at your cheek with a sweater covered hand to wipe away some tear stains you filled up your glass of Zinfandel with the other.

The bottle clinks hollowly against the counter just as Alfred rounds the corner into the kitchen. He looks at your form sitting on the counter with wide worried eyes but you can’t be bothered to give him more than a half hearted crooked smile as you knock back half of your glass.

“Are you alright ma’am?” He asks moving slowly toward you. He can clearly see the intoxicated state that you’re in and he doesn’t want to startle you.

“Peachy,” you say with an airy sigh.

“It doesn’t seem so,” he says picking up the large empty bottle of wine. “It’s not even past noon ma’am.”

“I don’t know if I care that much Alfred,” you say with a chuckle. “This is usually the only time I get to be alone.”

He looks at you worriedly, “Maybe right now you shouldn’t be alone.”

You look at him, nose scrunching up in anger and a frown pulling at your lips. “I think I should, you aren’t exactly innocent either, are you?”

Alfred doesn’t waver when meeting your gaze, save for a brief flash of guilt that runs through his eyes. “Why don’t I fix you some coffee and breakfast to help sober you up.”

“When were you going to tell me?”

“Toast is probably the best option.”

“Where you ever going to tell me?”

“I know you like eggs, so I’ll scramble some for you.”

“How many times did you watch him fuck her?” You say as you grab at his arm.

He stops his rambling at looks at you with a slight tear in his eye, “I’m sorry Mrs. Wayne.”

You look at the older man and see the pain in his eyes and think about the shame he must feel, he is the one who raised Bruce afterall.

“Were you sorry enough to ask him to stop?”

“He pushed me away.”

“Of course he did,” you say snidely letting go of the man and pushing yourself off of the counter. Your sock covered feet hit the floor with slight pat and you walk over to the sink to put your glass down. “When breakfast is done, I’ll be in the bedroom.”

“…Of course ma’am.”

***

Wallowing around in your bed and wiping away ever falling tears all day wasn’t something that you thought you’d be doing when you married Bruce Wayne. However, at the moment you couldn’t think of what else to do. You needed to get your emotions out and rest at the same time. Damian would be home from school soon and the rest of the boys would be home for dinner.

The familiar roar of an engine caught your attention and you felt your body tense. Anticipation and anxiety wracked your form as you waited for the familiar footsteps of your husband to enter the room.

What would you say to him? Could you even bring it up? What if what you saw only happened in a dream? He would never actually hurt you this way would he? He had promised to love and cherish only you after all. How could Batman of all people break his promise?

In your thoughts, you’d barely heard the door to your bedroom open. He doesn’t say anything when he walks through the door. You hear the rustle of clothing and assume that he is removing his suit jacket. You assumptions were proved correct when he comes to sit on the side of your shared bed and pulls the blanket from over your head. He reveales himself to be in his white shirt and black suit pants.

His blue eyes scan over your form worriedly as he rubs a large thumb on your forehead. You have to bite your tongue to prevent sharp words from spewing out of you and rejecting his sweetness.

“Are you still not feeling well?” He asked voice soft and warm.

You shake your head.

He sighs with a sad smile and runs the pad of his thumb over you cheekbone, “I’ll have Alfred make you some soup.”

You don’t respond and stare at him relatively blankly and while this bothers him he shrugs it off to whatever sickness it was that was bothering you.

He stands from the bed and moves over to the closet to change into something more comfortable. You take the opportunity to sit up and push your body up against the headboard and you watch him. As he pulls the shirt off his body you can see every scar and bruise that he’d accrued recently, even the ones on his neck that hadn’t placed there forcefully.

When he slips the grey sweatshirt on over his head your trace is broken.

“Can I say something?”

He jumps slightly at the sound of your voice and turns to look at you with curious blue orbs.

“I always thought it would be Talia y’know? Especially on account of how Damian got here, but I thought it would be her.”

“What?” He asks with furrowed dark eyebrows.

“I always thought that the thing with Selina was harmless flirting, even if she did kiss you once or twice, I never really got mad.” You can feel your throat slick and tighten with nerves but your belly is full of rage.

You can see it on his face when it registers what you were talking about and the blanching of his face causes you to get angrier for some reason. You stand up quickly from your position on the bed and instinctively he holds a hand out in attempt to calm you.

“Why would you do that to me? What have I not given you that you couldn’t think ‘I shouldn’t do this, I have a wife waiting at home’?”

“We were caught up in the moment, it wasn’t supposed to happen.” He tries to explain.

“Multiple times, you fucked her multiple times! On different days, on different weeks!”

He looks at you pathetically and you suddenly find that your positions have been reversed and he is the one sitting on the bed while you are the one standing.

“You know I thought this would happen when we were dating, and I told myself that it would be much better if it happened then because I could just leave. But now I can’t, I’m stuck here with you, in this giant stupid house.” You can feel your tears start to well up again but you quickly wipe at your eyes in an attempt to wipe them away. “Were you going to stop sleeping with her? Or were you just waiting to get caught?”

He doesn’t respond and he hangs his head down in shame.

“Look at me!,” you snap agitated and causing him to meet your gaze. “You were bold enough to go and do it no you have to take the consequences the same way you did them.”

“I wasn’t going to stop,” he said truthfully. You feel your jaw twitch at the honesty and the frown that’s pulling at your lips is almost painful. “Selina has always been important to me I suppose, and it felt natural.”

It was almost as if you could hear your heart breaking and you couldn’t stop the sob that ran its way through your throat. You slapped a hand over your mouth in shame and turned away from him as the tears freely flowed down your face. Almost instinctively at your crying from, Bruce was at your side with a large hand on your back trying to comfort you.

“Don’t. Touch. Me!” You snap slapping his hands away. “Why did you marry me? If you felt that way you should have been with her!”

“I love you,” he says desperately.

“No you don’t,” you say pushing him away from you. “If you did you wouldn’t have done this.”

“Thats-” he starts but he stops himself.

“Were you going to say ‘That’s not true’?” You ask incredulously with wide eyes. “So you were planning on cheating on me anyway.”

“No,” he shakes his head.

“God, I’ve wasted all of this time on you,” you say moving around him looking for a pair of shoes to slip on and your keys. “All of the things that I could have done, places I could  have gone, and people who would have loved me, I gave it up for you. I put my career on hold so I could help you. So that Wayne Enterprises would have someone there while you rested. So that our son could have something other than mask to raise him. But you couldn’t do one thing for me? You couldn’t say no one time for me?”

He doesn’t respond, he knows he shouldn’t respond, nothing he can say will make this situation better.

Once you’ve collected your shoes, bag, and care keys, you let out a sigh,”I had really hoped that once you came home that there would be some way that you could deny this and I would have believed you. That I’d been slipped some sort of drug and had been hallucinating the things that I saw, but I was too hopeful.” You wipe at your eyes. “The worse part about it is that you’ve trapped me, Bruce. What can I do? My life has become our kids, your company, and your mission. That has been my job since we’ve gotten married. I lived for us Bruce, why couldn’t you?”

“I didn’t mean to- I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he pleads. “She was just-”

This isn’t about her, Bruce.” You shake your head and make your way to the bedroom door. “I’m going to stay at the penthouse. Don’t come by. Tell Damian that I’ll come get him for lunch on Saturday like I always do.”

“Are you coming back?”

You look at his sad blue orbs and shake your head, “I don’t know.”

***

Damian was the first to arrive home. Bruce watched from the bedroom window as he and Alfred made their way into the house. What was he supposed to tell him? Not just Damian, but everyone. That he’d driven their mother away and he didn’t know when she’d be back? That he’d ruined their family? No, never that. How could he break his children even more than they already had been.

With a frown, Bruce locked the door to the bedroom and sat in silence and darkness. If he’d gone to the cave he would have opened himself up to questions. In here, for the moment, he was safe. No one would bother him here.

***

“Hey Alfred, where is mom?” Dick asked, taking a drink of his water.

“Yes, I would like to know as well, Pennyworth. It’s not often that you come and pick me up from school,” Damian started pushing around some of his food with his fork.

“Mom didn’t get you from school?” Tim questioned with a furrowed brow. “That’s her thing though.”

“Hence the question,” Damian replied with smirk causing Tim to roll his eyes.

“Maybe she got tired of you being a smartass and didn’t feel like being bothered,” Jason adds in with a raised eyebrow and a smirk of his own as he rocks back on the legs of his chair.

“Unlikely, considering I’m her favorite,” the youngest said crossing his arms over his chest. “Besides, I haven’t seen her at all, not since this morning.”

“What?” The three older boys questioned alarmed.

“Alfred?” Dick questions again to the older man who hasn’t raised his head from his plate since the questioning started. “Where is mom?”

“I’m afraid, Master Grayson, that it would be best if you went to ask Master Wayne,” the butler deflects.

“Has something happened to, mom?” Tim asks seriously.

“I cannot answer that,” Alfred replies again.

In frustration Jason pushes away from the dining room table to make his way up to the master bedroom, the other boys following quickly behind him.

It only takes a minute for Jason to stomp his way to the bedroom and even less for him to begin banging on the door.

“Open the door up, old man” He starts impatiently. “We just want to know where mom is.”

There is a pause as the boys listen for movement, and when there isn’t any Jason pounds on the door again, “I’ll break the door open!”

“Jason!” Dick scolds. “Mom will be mad if you break her door.”

“Well how else am I supposed to get him to open it?”

“We could use our brains?” Tim suggests.

“No need,” Damian says pulling out his blade and shoving it in the jam of the door. He uses his weight as pressure and pops open the door.

“That still counts as messing up the door,” Dick says pointing at the ruined lock.

“It’s still intact isn’t it?”

“Whatever.”

Tim pushes open the door giving way to the light from the hallway to flood into the dark room. Tim quickly finds the light switch and the room lights up.

“Father?” Damian questions when the lights flicker on and he sees the man sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in hands.

The man doesn’t respond to his name being called and this sends the boys into a slight panic. Dick quickly walks over and places a large hand on Bruce’s shoulder and tries to shake him out of his trance.

The man looks at the boys and sadness flashes in his eyes as he realizes he has to explain how he’s taken their mother from them.

“Where is mom?” Tim asks.

Damian watches from a distance and takes in the state of the room. On the occasions that he’d have nightmares, he usually finds himself in his parents bed snuggled against his mother in the expansive bed as she protected him from the dreams. He probably knew better than anyone what their bedroom was supposed to look like.He noted that the dresser was suspiciously bare of his mother’s jewelry boxes and perfume bottles.  He casts a quick glance at Jason who seems to realize that something is off about the room.

Damian walks around the bed to his mother’s closet and opens it only find it empty. Jason stands behind his youngest brother staring at the empty room perplexed.

“This is her’s,” Damian mutters, “Where is her stuff?”

When it clicks for Jason he’s consumed with rage and he’s stomping over to Bruce again and pushing his startled brothers away. His large hand is around Bruce’s collar in an instant and he’s pulling the man up.

“What did you do? Why did she leave?” Jason questions acidly, his own blue eyes clashing violently with Bruce’s.

“Leave?” Dick questions. “How do you know she left?”

“Majority of Ummi’s things are gone. Like they were packed up.”

“She left us?” Tim questions swallowing thickly.

“I’m pretty sure she left him!” Jason hisses shaking the man who is still staring blankly at him. “What did you do?”

“What could you have done to make her leave like this?” Tim asks.

Dick examines his adoptive father keenly as he runs the scenarios through his mind. His mother adored Bruce, so why would she just leave?

Seemingly having enough of being pushed around Bruce quickly wraps his hand around Jason’s wrists and squeezed before ripping the hand off of his collar. The stretched fabric falls limply around his neck as he looks at the four of his sons angrily.

“You all need to leave,” He says sternly. “Your mother is safe.”

Dick’s gaze falls onto where the collar hangs limply at Bruce’s neck and he spots a purple bruise on his neck that causes a thought to run through his mind and it makes his hair stand on end.

“You wouldn’t,” Dick says with a shake of his head and a disbelieving smile. “You couldn’t, not to Mom, right?”

“What are talking about, Grayson?” Damian asks looking in between the two men.

Bruce meets Dick’s gaze and the younger man feels himself getting hot with anger the longer he holds his gaze.

Tim examines his father and finds the same bruise on Bruce’s neck and he puts it together. Instead of letting his anger consume him he glances back at his younger brother and grabs his arm.

“Let go of me, Drake,” Damian struggles as Tim pulls him along.

“Alfred knows where she went doesn’t he?” Tim asks glancing at the guilty man. A quick nod is all he needs as he proceeds down stairs with the young boy.

“Who was it with? Viki? Talia? Who?” Dick questions angrily.

Jason snorts in anger as he realizes what his brother is implying.

“Selina,” Bruce responds after a long pause.

Dick shakes his head in anger, “I knew you could be an asshole but not like this.”

Dick locks eyes with his brother, “We should find out where mom is and go see her in the morning. I’m sure she wants to be alone now.”

Jason nods and watches as his Dick leaves the room. He stares down the older man for a second before stomping out.

***

It seemed like it was always raining in Gotham, despite whatever the season was. At the moment that suited you just fine. The wide open space of the penthouse was smaller than what you were used to but still felt empty. You were happy that Bruce hadn’t tried to come and see you, you don’t think you could have been as civil as you were if he had come to see you.

So when there was a knock on the door, you felt dread fill your stomach. You quickly padded over to the door and looked out of the peephole and saw the distorted visage of four familiar figures.

“Boys!” You say with wide eyes as you swing open the door.

“Ummi!” The youngest voice calls out as he leaps at you burying his face in your stomach as his small but strong arms wrap themselves around your waist.

“Damian,” you say with a smile, running a comforting hand along his back.

“We were worried,” Dick says with a smile and a shrug as he pulls a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

“You’re all so sweet,” you say with a smile moving to the side and letting the boys into the home.

“We didn’t want you to be alone,” Tim says, “We also wanted to make sure your weren’t in danger.”

“Oh,” you say sadly and closed the door behind them. Damian let’s go your waist and instead opts to hold your hand. “I shouldn’t have left in such a hurry, I know it can be unsafe.”

“We understand, mom” Jason says with a smile. You meet his normally stern eyes and you feel your tear ducts well up. “Hey, don’t cry! I brought food.”

We, brought food,” Dick pops in as Jason shows you a bag in is hand. “Tim set the table.”

Damian brings you over to sit you at the dining room table as Tim makes a place for the each of you.

Jason and Dick bring the food out and then sit down to join you.

“We’re sorry about Bruce,” Dick starts looking at you with a sad smile. “But we understand and we’ll be here for you.”

The boys nod their heads in agreement.

You smile at your boys, feeling slightly better than you had been in hours, “Thank you.”

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Eddie was already signed on to do it so that was very exciting to me. I was already such a fan of his work and had a feeling even before I met him that it would be really fun to work with him. I was so wrong about that; he’s a nightmare. No, I’m kidding. He’s wonderful. - Katherine Waterston

☽ Bonding with a New Deck ☾

A deck is just that, a deck of cards. It’s the energy and bonding you do that makes it yours, and makes it work. Decks often have a vibe or energy when you get them, then it’s just time for the bonding. So, how do you do that?

Sleeping next to your deck: It sounds strange, but it really helps. Just like sleeping in the bed with someone can really strengthen and grow your relationship, same goes for your deck. I normally just pop mine in with my pillow case and sleep on ‘em for a few days.

Deck interview: Exactly what it sounds like. Yes or no questions work great, but open ended questions work best for me. Ask you deck a question, and pull a card. Good questions include

  • What kind of reading are you good for? (Love, money, school, personal, for clients, ect)
  • Are you going to do accurate readings?
  • Do you feel connected with me?
  • Are you feminine or masculine?
  • What’s your vibe?

Shuffle: Just shuffle. Think about stuff, meditate, and shuffle away.

Take your deck on a “date”: Just talk about stuff. Watch TV with it. Take it to a movie and then ask it if it liked the movie. See if you get along with it. You know, date stuff.

Do a reading for something you know about: For example, say I tell my deck about two lovers. Jack and Rose, they come from different places, different classes, but are deeply in love. How does their love end? If I pull the ten of swords, you know that the deck is can cynical but practical. If I pull the five if cups, you know your deck is frank but kind. If I pull the six of swords, you know your deck is kind and optimistic. You know?

This all being said, none of this is set in stone. You don’t like em? You don’t feel like they’ll work? Don’t do em. It’s your deck, it’s your life, it’s your decision.

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Robert Small ~ aka Bad Dad/Knife Dad

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~ Background Canon ~

  • Seems to have little/no respect for people who sleep around and/or put sex before other, more important things
  • Was (possibly) in the Army
  • Has a Boston Terrier named Betsy (likes to pretend she’s a pit bull)
  • Likes to tell elaborate (and sometimes graphic) stories. (Are they true? No one but Robert knows.)
  • Knows how to fake people out (i.e. good poker face?)
  • Sends texts/messages like a teenager
  • Believes hitting a child would be despicable
  • Insists on watching movie credits to the VERY end
  • Has a daughter named Val who lives in Brooklyn; she works for some ‘news media online magazine thing’ and makes a lot of money doing it.
  • He’s unsure of Val’s age, but thinks it’s maybe 25 or 26
  • He refers to Brooklyn as ‘home’ (…so what does that make Maple Bay?)
  • Carries a fully-stocked first aid kit in his truck
  • Has an unconventional sense of humor
  • Has a tendency to say exactly what he means…and then pretend like he didn’t mean it
  • Not the most talkative of people, generally speaking
  • Thinks River has an ‘old soul’
  • His wife’s name was Marilyn; she died in an ‘accident’.
  • He has a ‘long, wicked scar across his pecs’ (supposedly from a bike accident with Val)
  • Has a tattoo on his left hand, shaped a little like a compass rose
  • The mention of cannibalism reminded him of the last time he went skiing. (Just another ‘story’?)
  • Claims his leather jacket has been in his family a long time, and that it’s ‘cursed’
  • Seems to have done a lot of thinking about killing someone.  “It’s not just their life, you know.  It’s their hopes and dreams draining away.  Every memory and experience they’ve ever had…gone.”
  • This guy may not look it, but he’s smart!  Knows who Hemingway is, has heard of capybaras, is a classic film buff, knows random Bible verses by heart…
  • Robert’s hands are calloused and covered in little white scars.
  • Got stabbed in Louisiana…or was it Kentucky…?
  • Isn’t a ‘sore loser’
  • Drives a VERY old red pickup truck.
  • House is filled with sleek, modern appliances; a big flat-screen TV; and shelves upon shelves of DVDs

~ Likes/Dislikes Canon ~

  • Has at least a mild interest in sports of some kind and a preferred team that he roots for
  • Likes Paranormal Ice Road Truckers, but isn’t a fan of TV in general
  • Likes war documentaries
  • Doesn’t like small talk
  • Doesn’t like being called Rob (…or Bobert) - ‘buddy’ seems to be okay?
  • Likes to go camping (but hasn’t been after what happened last time)
  • Digs old movies from the 30′s and 40s
  • Takes the creation of movies VERY seriously
  • Likes Tom Waits and Santana
  • Likes to whittle and is pretty good at it
  • Smokes like a chimney (if all the ashtrays in his house are any indication.)
  • Enjoys the Criterion Collection

~ Food/Drink Canon ~

  • Likes whiskey… A LOT - especially shots
  • When it comes to alcohol, rarely takes ‘no’ for an answer
  • Likes white zinfandel because it’s delicious, fruity, and refreshing
  • LOVES pineapple on his pizza
  • Enjoys bar-hopping
  • Thinks Jim and Kim’s is the best bar in town
  • Occasionally hangs out at The Coffee Spoon

~ Sex/Romance Canon ~

  • Talks dirty…very dirty
  • Enjoys leaving hickeys…lots of them
  • Rough enough in bed to leave a person feeling sore and ‘creaky’ afterwards
  • Enjoys biting
  • When his lover says ‘no’ or ‘stop’ he takes it seriously
  • Recognizes that he’s an emotional wreck/emotionally unavailable…and is honest about it

~ Memorable Quotes ~ 

  • “The key to being cool is acting like you don’t care about anything, but actually care very deeply about everything to the point where it’s debilitating.”
  • “Too many people think that they have to fill the dead air with noise.  Personally I think they’re afraid of the silence.  Or they’re afraid of what the other person is gonna think of the silence…learn to be comfortable with silence.”
  • “I respect your opinion.  And I will fight with my life for your right to say it.  But where’s your sense of adventure? Where’s your sense of taste?  Why won’t you love yourself?”
  • “The juciness of the pineapple paired with the tanginess of the sauce is a flavor combination that everyone should experience at least once, if not a thousand times more. Pineapple on pizza is one of the few things in life that I genuinely and thoroughly enjoy.  Please.  Please just do this for me.  No - do this for yourself.”
  • “That popcorn-ass drivel the mass media is shoving down your throat will only make you dumber and sadder.  You of all people should strive for a higher standard in the art you consume.”
  • “Are you kidding me? I would never hit a child.  That would be despicable.”
  • “This is my Thinking Bench.  I have to get a solid two to three hours of brooding per day.  Filling quotas…A lot of people underestimate the senses of a man who broods.”
  • “I’m so many levels of irony deep that I’ve forgotten what humor is.”
  • “I was so busy chasing after all of these things that I thought would make me happy that I didn’t think about anyone else.  All I cared about was myself.”
  • “Maybe I’m just built like this.  Or maybe I do it to myself.  Maybe it’s my own choice I’m as unhappy as I am.”
  • “I’m working on my relationship with existence.”
  • “Long live the king, baby.”
  • “I spent my whole life only taking, and taking, and taking.  And now here I am, an old, broken man sitting on top of a pile of everything I’ve ever taken.  Alone.”
  • “I spent so much time chasing after things I thought were gonna make me happy that I ruined my only real chance at happiness.”
  • “You know, every day for me is a battle against my own self-destructive habits.”

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Season 7 Episode 6 - Spoilers

I don’t care what anyone says. Game of Thrones/Asoiaf is the best series to ever exist. Jon x Danerys is also one of the most fucking wonderful couples to exist, ever. They’re just so…. SO… GOOD.

I tagged this post appropriately so your tumblr savior should block it if you don’t like spoilers. BUT ONCE AGAIN… SPOILERS AHEAD SCROLL FAR, FAR AWAY IF YOU DON’T WANT TO READ.

You guys I’m shook. So happy. I need to shout it out and talk to someone, lol. My Jonerys heart is like… So warm and fuzzy right now. 

Let’s see where to begin… First, Tyrion mentions that all the people Dany has mentioned are people who’ve fallen for her and confirms to her that yes indeed Jon loves her. 

Jon says that Danerys is the only one that can save them. 

When Tyrion tells Dany to stay and she says she’s not doing nothing again and Drogon roars like “Ya Mom! You tell em! Let’s go save daddy <3″

Jon watching Daenerys and Drogon kick ass.

Later he finally calls her a cute nickname Dany and to me that shows his affection and bond with her; which then turns into MY QUEEN. This sounds more like him calling her his personal queen, like a proposal or some romantic thing because she asks how will his people accept her and he says that they will come to love her like he did. They both know it, they know they love one another and they’re finding it hard to breathe.

Jon– the way he and Dany look at one another when she flies in on her dragons.

The way Dany and Jon both look at Viserion as he falls down in battle.

When Jon tells Dany the people who swore allegiance to him will come to see her for the wonderful woman she is and that she is deserving of it.

The way Jon and Dany look at one another as they reach their hands out for one another. 

Dany’s face when Jon doesn’t take her hand because he has to protect her and Drogon from oncoming wights.

Dany’s face when she watches Jon fight the wights alone.

The way Jon pushes himself in front of everyone, including Tormund so he can get a front seat view of his lady Daenerys and his baby Drogon. 

The way Jon is so fucking happy and ecstatic to see her and the dragons.

Dany’s reaction when Jon falls into the lake.

When Jon realizes the Night King is going to attack Drogon and he protects Dany and Drogon telling them to leave NOW. He even sacrifices himself so they can escape.

The way Jon gets super pissed when her precious Viserion dies, because he knows how much it will hurt her. I’ve never seen him this mad at the white walkers and wights before. This is the maddest I’ve seen Jon besides the The Battle of The Bastards. He honestly goes papa mode and sacrifices all for her. Honestly going all on his own and beginning to fight them. I think he was headed for the Night King (which is saying a lot since he’s going on his OWN to get revenge for HER), he was so fucking angry. It’s cute as well because it also means Jon has grown fond of the dragons. They have a great mama and papa :) imagine how Jon and Dany would be with a real kid.

The look Jon gives and how he’s extremely apologetic.

The way Dany refuses his apology because she doesn’t blame him at all.

The look Jon gives when he wakes up and is happy to know the first thing he sees is Dany. 

The look Dany gives Jon when he wakes up.

Did I mention Dany sees Jon’s scars?

Danerys sits by Jon’s beside for presumably days.

Daenerys is the first thing he sees when he wakes up, and he grabs her and says sorry :)

The way she looks at his chest and realizes what really happened.

How they fucking hold hands multiple times and how Jon doesn’t want to let go of her hand.

Both of their heavy and un-even breathing around one another.

When Jon finally gets some rest but then opens up his eyes after she leaves to think about her.

The longing stare Jon gives Dany because he doesn’t want to let go of her hand.

The sad look Jon gives when he has to let go of her hand.

The way both of them look at their entwined hands.

How Dany tenderly rubs his hand.

How they look at one another.

Dany’s ice queen clothing~ Jon’s ice queen :D

How they both promise to give themselves to one another, her loyalty to him and his to her, and that they’ll destroy the white walkers and wights together.

Dany standing on the edge of the mountain waiting for Jon to return.

Dany being there when they bring Jon in to save him.

Jon being shirtless with Dany around ;)

JON AND DANY BEING ON A FUCKING SHIP WHICH IS LIKE.. MY SHIP IS LITERALLY FUCKING SAILING.

^ Honestly, they’re my only ship I’ve ever had in my whole life that is LITERALLY sailing. Canon wise, in my heart wise, and what’s the most amusing is realistically they’re sailing too.

Kit and Emilia CAN act. Haters, you’re soooo wrong. Jon and Dany make the cutest ship ever (fuck all the others in my fandoms.. I don’t even care about my other ships anymore, lololol.) and I only wished Kit and Emilia were dating in real life too. Don’t worry, I love Rose! <3 though I wish I could marry Kit and or Jon Snow, so bad. x)

JONERYS FANS REJOICE AND LET’S ALL HUG. OMG. YAY US.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers and Peter Parker

Words: 1920

Warnings: alcohol

Taggs: @vashanatasha

Request: -

Notes: - 

Originally posted by little--batman

MASTERLIST


The liquid burned your throat as it went down for the fifth time. You had decided to go out that night with Wanda since it had been ages since you two had a girls night out. So there you were, in one of the nicest clubs in New York, pouring down your throat the fifth tequila shot of the night. 

“You know, it doesn’t taste that bad…” You mumbled looking at the little glass. “At least it doesn’t after the third one” you added with a laugh.

“That’s because you’re wasted” Wanda laughed leaning against the bar.

“There’s a chance I am… But maybe I am not” you said with a frown. “I’m going to the bathroom” you added getting up from your tool way too quickly, making everything spin. “Wow…” You mumbled holding onto the bar.

“Were you saying?” Wanda laughed. You showed her your middle finger as your stumbled towards the bathroom.

It had been a long time since you drank so much. You had been too busy with the missions and all the Avengers stuff going on at the moment. Plus, you were trying to get a degree at the NYU. Summing up, you didn’t have much time for parties.

Luckily, you had a break from university and for once there was no saving the world so Wanda talked you into changing into something nicer than your onesie, putting on some make up and hitting the city.

So there you were, in line for the bathroom of a club, seeing how the lights were too bright and confusing, hearing laughs and drunken conversations all around you. You took out your phone to check the time. 4 a.m. 

With a sigh you opened the messages to check if there was any but nothing new. Before you closed the app, Bucky’s name came to your eyes, making you open the last conversation you had with him about which movie you were watching that night.

You smiled at the memory of watching Star Wars with him. He had been so amazed by the movie that watching him had been more entertaining than the movie itself. Your remembered his eyes completely focused on the screen, brighting, and his mouth partly opened in surprise. He was too adorable. You ended up falling asleep over him that night and he ended up taking you to bed once the movie was finished. The thought of him carrying you in his strong arms still sent shivers down your body. Damn Winter Soldier.

“Sorry, are you coming in?” You looked up from your phone to see that you were next.

“Oh yes! Sorry!” You exclaimed with a smile before hurrying into the bathroom.

It wasn’t the first time something like that happened to you. Getting lost in your memories of Bucky, day dreaming about him, about how it would be to actually be with him. Not as a friend, but as something more. Having him in your bedroom every night, whispering the sweetest things in your ear until you fell asleep and waking up with his body pressed against your back. Damn. You had it bad.

“Are you okay?” Wanda asked when you came back from the bathroom.

“I need another shot” you stated as you ordered two more.

“Amen sister” Wanda smiled widely. 

By the time you two were walking back to the tower, you had to hold onto each other in order not to fall. Your head was spinning, the lights were everywhere and you didn’t know where you were. 

“I’m fucked, Wanda” you mumbled. 

“No. You’re drunk” she replied. 

“Besides” you laughed. “But I’m serious. I think I like Bucky” you confessed. You felt her eyes on you.

“You what?” She asked.

“Don’t make me say it again” you frowned. 

“You should tell him” she shrugged.

“You’re even more wasted than I am” you laughed. “I can’t do that. We’re friends” you added.

“So? Vision and I were friends too” she said with a small smile.

“That’s different-” you tried to speak but she placed both of her hands on your mouth. “Mmmm!!”

“Don’t think about it” she said. “Give me your phone” she added stretching out her hand. You frowned confused but gave her your phone. Then you watched her as she dialed Bucky’s number.

“No!” You exclaimed jumping over her but your drunken state caused you to fall on the floor.

“Hey Bucks!” Wanda suddenly said. “I’m sorry I woke you up. But there’s someone here who has something to tell you” she added. You covered your face and shook your head over and over again. “How did you know it was (Y/N)?” She asked.

“Because that’s my phone you moroon!” You exclaimed as you started laughing. 

“Oh right” she mumbled. “Anyway, we’re on our way home and she got to talk to you ASAP so yeah, see you now” she added before hanging up and giving the phone back to you.

“That was probably the worst idea ever” you laughed trying to get up from the ground.

“Was it?” She smirked.

“Who knows” you laughed hooking your arms together as you two continued your way back home.

You didn’t even think about that call since you were completely sure Bucky hadn’t paid attention and had gone back to sleep. That’s why when you stepped out of the elevator and saw him leaning against the back of the couch, facing the two of you, you almost tripped over and fell again.

“I’m screwed” you mumbled looking at him. Wanda started giggling by your side, causing you to do the same. 

“Goodnight” she mumbled stumbling towards the stairs. 

“Hey there Summer Soldier!” You exclaimed. He raised an eyebrow as he smiled. “Wrong season” you added with a laugh. “Have you ever realised how shining New York is?” You asked smiling.

“That’s what you wanted to tell me?” He chuckled. 

“But it is! Like your eyes when you were watching Star Wars” you pointed out. He smiled a little.

“It was a good movie” he shrugged. 

“I know. I saw you- I mean, it! I saw it. I saw the movie” you said taking off your heels, ending up on the floor once again.

Immediately Bucky was by your side, helping you up as you giggled. Since it was hard for you to stand, he picked you up bridal style. 

“This is nice” you said as he carried you upstairs. “This is how you took me to bed the other day right? I could get used to it” you smiled resting your head between his shoulder and his neck. “Mmm…you’re so soft” you whispered against his skin. 

“Am I?” He whispered with raspy voice this time. You nodded and planted a kiss on his neck making him shiver. “You’re wasted” he commented.

“I’m okay” you mumbled closing your eyes. Bad idea. The spinning got even worse. “You’re cute” you added without thinking.

“What?” He laughed walking into your room.

“You heard me” you replied as he set you on your bed.

“You think I’m cute?” He asked smiling down at you.

“Cute, hot, handsome, funny, nice, lovely…” You started saying. He smiled kneeling down in front of you.

“You’re drunk” he said.

“Wow thank you” you rolled your eyes. He laughed and made you lie down on your bed.

“You’re beautiful too” he admitted sitting down next to you.

You looked at him and smiled before sitting up slowly so you wouldn’t throw up. You two looked at each other before you leaned in. He smiled but pressed his forehead against yours instead kissing you.

“You’re drunk. You will hate me in the morning if I kiss you” he whispered. 

“Drunk acts, sober thoughts” you shrugged. He laughed.

“I’m sure that’s not the quote” he smirked.

“So what?” You said.

Without giving him a chance to react, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close to you until your lips met. When he slipped his tongue in your mouth your head started spinning. You didn’t even know if it was because of the alcohol or him, but it was completely worth it. 

You laid down, taking him down with you so he was hovering over you, with a hand on your waist and the other one by your face. 

“Wait…” He pulled away when you tried to take his t-shirt off. “You’re drunk, (Y/N)” he said again.

“So what?” You frowned.

“We can’t. Not like this” he sighed rubbing your face slowly. 

“But I like you” you whispered with a pout. He chuckled and pecked your lips.

“We’ll see if you feel the same way in the morning” he said. 

“I will” you replied. 

He smiled and kissed your forehead before getting off you. He covered you up and left your room after a while. That was probably the hardest thing he had ever done. Walking away from you when you had just confessed what he had been waiting to hear for so long. But it wasn’t the right thing to do. Not when you were completely wasted. All he could hope for was that you felt the same way in the morning. If you didn’t, you would probably hate him.

Bucky didn’t get much asleep the rest of the night. When the sun came through the window he forced himself to wake up and go to the gym. He needed to clear his hear and wrap it around the possibility of you changing your mind. He knew it would take you time to get out of bed so he would need patience. 

After spending an hour and a half in the gym and after taking a long shower he went to the kitchen to have some breakfast. Steve and Peter were already up and having breakfast in the living room where Bucky joined them in silence. 

“What happened last night?” Peter asked sleepy. “I woke up and heard some noises” he explained. 

“I heard nothing” Steve shrugged.

“Wanda and (Y/N) came completely wasted” Bucky replied with a shrug.

“Today will be fun then” Peter laughed.

“So fucking funny Parker” Bucky turned around when he heard your voice.

There you were, in your pyjamas, with your make up ruined and your hair in a messy bun over your head. He gulped and got up as you two locked eyes. 

Despite your headache and how your body was dying from hangover, you could remember the events from last night. You could remember his lips, the heat of his body over yours, his smile, his touch, his words and yours. Judging by the look on his eyes, he remembered them too. 

Slowly, he walked over to you, like you were a deer that could run away if he moved too fast. You bite your lip, looking up at him, doubt in his eyes.

“So?” He mumbled. You shrugged and took a tiny step towards him.

“Drunk actions, sober thoughts” you said. 

He smiled widely and placed a hand on your hip to pull you closer. 

“I like you too then” he smiled before closing the distance between you two, kissing you again, with more passion than last night, pulling you as close as he could until you two needed air to keep on breathing. He placed his forehead on yours and smiled. “Like a lot” he added making you chuckle.

“That’s not the quote, isn’t it?” You heard Peter asking, making you laugh before kissing Bucky again. Getting drunk, having the worst hangover of your life had turned out to be one of the best thing you could have ever wished for.

Drarry AU idea

Ok so like…. imagine if Draco had gone to Beauxbatons for real

  • he and Harry still meet at Madam Malkins, but instead of talking down to Harry, Draco is just rambling about how excited he is to move to France and go to his fancy new school
  • “Wow, Beaxbatons sounds much better that Hogwarts.”- Harry “Oh, it is. But it should be fine at Hogwarts. As long as you’re not sorted into Hufflepuff.”- Draco
  • And when Draco has to leave Harry asks his name and Draco, of course, responds, “Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” And Draco holds out his hand and Harry takes it. Harry introduces himself as well and Draco is freaking out internally because “Ohmygosh it’s Harry Potter, my celebrity crush and hopefully future husband” but to Harry he just says “Nice to meet you, Harry.” and then runs off to tell his mother all about it
  • Harry and Draco don’t meet again until the next summer in Diagon Alley. Draco watches silently as his father insults Harry’s friends and secretly gives Ginny the diary, but once Lucius leaves, Draco says “Hi, Harry. Sorry about my father, he can be… high strung. We’re still friends aren’t we?” Harry’s ambivalent, but he agrees, “I guess so.” Draco smiles like it’s Christmas morning and tells Harry, “Owl me.”
  • Harry doesn’t plan on writing to Draco- he’s still wary from seeing how awful Lucius was, but Draco writes him so often (Like, once a week) that he eventually gives in and writes back.
  • Harry and Draco become close friends through their letters and remain penpals through third year
  • Both are ecstatic when they realize they’ll get to spend fourth year at the same school
  • Harry being jealous when Draco flirts with Durmstrang boys
  • Draco being concerned and comforting when Harry is chosen as the fourth champion
  • Neither willing to admit that they have the biggest crushes on each other
  • And then, when yule ball comes around, Ron is talking about how he heard Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint were going together, and Harry’s like, “You mean two boys can go together?!” and immediately runs off to find Draco and ask him to the ball
  • Draco says yes and offers to lead since Harry is terrible at dancing
  • They have their first kiss under some mistletoe the day after the dance
  • They date for the rest of fourth year
  • Draco is Harry’s person at the bottom of the lake
  • Draco feels awful about leaving at the end of the year, especially after what Harry’s been through, but he has to go
  • Harry insists that it’s fine, that they’re fine, that he’s fine, but after that his letters are less frequent and never include anything too personal
  • By the end of fifth year, Harry stops writing altogether 
  • They don’t meet again until Harry is brought to Malfoy Manor during the war
  • Draco, who’s home on break, is asked to identify Harry because “You were friends in Fourth Year, weren’t you, Draco? Go ahead, look at him.” But Draco lies, “I have no idea. Potter and I were never very close.”
  • At the battle of Hogwarts, Draco sees Harry go into the room of Requirement and he follows him. He tries to convince Crabbe and Goyle that they’re in over their heads, but Crabbe still casts the Fiendfyre and Harry still has to save Draco
  • Draco formally thanks Harry for saving his life after the war, at his father’s trial, and Harry reminds him that he did the same for Harry. Draco nods and is about to walk away when Harry catches his arm and says, “Owl me.”
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anonymous asked:

leo i love your meta so much! Pls make sheith/zaggar parallel post, i love the possible parallels between these two couples especially when they both went against each other in s1 finale^^

Oh thank you! And ya, sure thing! There’s…a lot. Honestly it’s hard for me not to read sheith as romantic, especially when all these parallels are drawn to two characters who are clearly a loving couple. So, sheith and zaggar parallels:

  • Zarkon proves that the black paladin’s fatal flaw is love. Seeing as Keith and Shiro are both black paladins themselves, their willingness to go to immeasurable lengths just to keep each other safe is unsurprising. Shiro trying to fight every one of their potential allies just to protect Keith, Keith valuing Shiro’s safety over the mission time and time again–it’s obvious they’re both willing to make big sacrifices when the other’s life is on the line. Just like how Zarkon is willing to give up everything for Honerva. 
    • In Keith’s case this is especially true, as there’s a great deal of foreshadow that he’ll eventually have to choose between saving Shiro and carrying out his duty as a paladin–a conflict that perfectly mirrors Zarkon. It’s a theme we see again and again–in Keith’s trial, when they lose Shiro and Keith is unable to move on, when he vows to save Shiro “as many times as it takes.” He loves Shiro above all else, and just like Zarkon, he’d go to great lengths to save his love.
  • The fact that we see Zarkon caring for Honerva when she’s ill and Keith tending Shiro’s bedside–and that these scenes are just a few episodes apart–I don’t think thats coincidental. It draws a clear parallel. Both Honerva and Shiro are cared for by the person who loves them most (both of whom are also galra black paladins)
    • In Honerva’s scene, Zarkon asks her what she needs, fully prepared to do whatever he has to so long as it ensures her safety. No matter what. In Shiro’s scene, Keith vows he’ll alway be there to save him “as many times as it takes.”
  • When Haggar looks into Zarkon’s mind, she finds fond memories of herself reflected there. When Keith’s mind is projected through his trial in BOM, Shiro sees that he’s one of Keith’s greatest desires, the person he most “desperately wants to see.”
  • When Zarkon is out of commission, Haggar tells him that his people need him. When Shiro is still in recovery, Keith tells him that his team needs him.
    • Even though Haggar and Keith both claim that their loved one must come back for the sake of others, it’s obvious they’re the ones who need their respective loved ones the most
  • Both Shiro and Zarkon are incapable of fighting in season 3, and Keith and Haggar must take up more of a leadership role in their absence. They also do this out of love and respect for their respective loved one’s wishes.
  • Haggar is the only one who stays by Zarkon’s bedside so no one else sees how bad his condition is. Shiro says he might not be up to letting the other paladins see him just yet, and so for a time Keith is the only one at his bedside.
  • I always thought the way Keith tenderly reaches out and turns Shiro’s face to him read as distinctly romantic. So of course, Zarkon also holds Honerva’s cheek and gently turns her to face him as well. Shiro and Honerva are also both unwell and being cared for by their respective loved ones during these scenes. 
  • In both these scenes, we also see that Shiro and Honerva’s hair have turned white for the first time. We can deduce from Honerva’s past and habit for experiments that Shiro’s hair probably also changed as a result of overexposure to quintessence. 
  • Red paladin Alfor is the one who tries to convince Zarkon to abandon Honerva’s research and the rift. If Zarkon told him what was really going on, I have no doubt Alfor would tell him he had to give up on Honerva because his plan just wasn’t worth the risks. Similarly, it’s both the new red paladin and Alfor’s daughter who are the ones that really push Keith to stop grieving Shiro and move on–to carry out his duty as a paladin without him. (Allura: “It is time to think about finding a new pilot for the black lion.” Lance: “But you know he would be the first one to tell us that we have to move on.”)
    • And just like how Zarkon is unwilling to sacrifice Honerva, Keith is still determined to save Shiro, refusing to abandon him: “No, I’m gonna find him! Shiro is the one person who never gave up on me, I won’t give up on him.
  • The sheith hug is easily one of the most intimate character interactions we see. The only other two characters who hold each other in a way that’s framed as so tender and romantic are Zarkon and Honerva 
    • Another parallel: Allura is watching the sheith hug. When Zarkon and Honerva embrace, you can also see Allura’s parents looking on from the background 
  • When Zarkon is falling back into death’s grasp again, Haggar says, “Now come back for me.” After being told that Shiro had died at Kerberos and effectively seeing the person he loved most come back from the dead, Keith said, “It’s good to have you back.” 
  • The first time Zarkon pilots the Black lion, Honerva is shown staring after him in amazement. Similarly, the first time Keith pilots Black, Shiro is shown looking up at him in awe
    • The first time Zarkon uses Black, he’s saving Honerva and the rest of his people. The first time Keith pilots Black, it’s to save Shiro.
  • They’re both ships between a galra soldier and a scientist who suffered unimaginable consequences for chasing after their passion (and said scientists needed to be rescued by the galra who loved them) 
  • As you’ve said, Shiro fights Haggar and Keith fights Zarkon in the season 1 finale
    • Keith also only takes on Zarkon because he saw that Shiro was in trouble, and Shiro in turn ends up rescuing Keith from Zarkon later on

Anyway, to me, it just doesn’t make sense to set up all these parallels in the narrative if Shiro and Keith aren’t intended to be each other’s love interests. Like honestly, I’m just…not sure why they would do that…??

My dudes. I know this is crazy to hear. But some of us adults… we have hobbies.. that we’ve been enjoying since we were KIDS!! It’s like?? When we were young and we liked it? It wasn’t a phase!! WOW!!! And you know what??? There isn’t an age limit to joy. Costumes, cartoons, drawing, games, and friends don’t expire when you turn 18.