terribly sorry if someone else has made these


Requested By Anon

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Thor has created a chatroom.

Thor has invited Sam, Vision, Bruce, Wanda, Scott, T’Challa.

Thor: Greetings my friends. I would like to inform you all of the riveting secret I have uncovered.

Bruce: I did not take you for one to gossip.

Wanda: If it’s a secret, we should not know about it.

T’Challa: Respect peoples privacy, Thor.

Vision: It is most likely something embarrassing, in which case do not inform us about it and tarnish someone’s reputation momentarily.

Scott: If the person wanted us to know, they would have told us, but they didn’t.

Thor: It concerns my brother.

Bruce: Why didn’t you just say so?!

T’Challa: Tell us everything!

Scott: Oh thank god. I really wanted to know the secret but my conscience was getting in the way.


Wanda: Go on.

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A/N: I’ve had an idea for a drabble/sketch where Tentoo is sick and Rose takes care of him for a while, so here goes. It’s all fluff and crack – enjoy!
Title: S’Good.
Pairing: Tentoo x Rose
(There is an OC involved, but purely for the purposes of presenting the Doctor and Rose’s relationship as seen by a stranger).

The plaque on the van’s door reads Rose Tyler and she climbs the three steps, reasoning with herself that Rose certainly wouldn’t mind if she waited inside. Certainly.

The inside is warm and pleasantly stuffed. It smells of tea.

Anya shrugs off her heavy coat and looks around curiously. Incidentally, the van lives up to her assumptions regarding how Rose Tyler’s living space would look. The walls are covered in corkboards, calendars and photos of various sorts, painted pink, and there are quite a few rather mismatched pieces of furniture crammed into this small amount of space. There’s even a tiny and strikingly old-fashioned telly sitting on top of some cupboard, and she catches a glimpse of Twin Peaks opening credits before it strikes her that she isn’t alone.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, are you still taking prompts ? Could you do something with Jegulus, where Regulus has actually been saved from the Inferi and he's living with the order, and when he has really bad nightmares, James is here to comfort him?

Regulus thrashed in his sleep. Images of hands grabbing for him in the dark, his body growing weak and tired, and fire making him whimper pathetically as he tried to pull himself out of his nightmare. He didn’t know if this would be the nightmare where he died or where he lived to suffer at the hands of Voldemort once he’d learned what Regulus had done. Either one was unpleasant but he wouldn’t know which he was dreaming until the nightmare ended.

A soft voice cut through his nightmare and hands were pinning him down to keep him still. Regulus cried out and fought against the person restraining him even though his body felt like lead, useless and heavy.

“Reg, it’s me, you’re dreaming,” a soft voice said.

Regulus’ eyes flew open to reveal the concerned face of James Potter. “J-James?” Regulus choked out, feeling his eyes already welling up with tears.

“Yeah, mate,” James said, releasing his grip on him now that he was awake and no longer in danger of hurting himself.

“Thank you,” Regulus said, his voice thick with emotion.

“I’ll go make you a potion to help you sleep,” James said, moving to get up off the bed. Regulus reached out for him and grabbed his hand.

“Please don’t go,” he said, wincing at how pathetic he sounded even to his own ears.

“Okay,’ James conceded, getting back into the bed and positioning himself next to Regulus. After a moment of lying awkwardly next to each other, James turned and pulled Reg into his arms. Regulus went willingly, burying his face against James’ strong chest. “You were so brave, Reg. But with that kind of bravery comes a price. You know we’re all here for you though, right? You’re a bloody hero, you are. Now we know the key to stopping him and it’s all thanks to you. This war is as good as done.”

Regulus felt James running his fingers through his hair and sighed happily. “I saw what they were doing,” Regulus whispered, clinging to the front of James’ shirt. “I never used to care but then it was people we went to school with. Dorcas Meadows, Benjy Fenwick, people I had known. It was too much. Only a year older than me and gone forever. And you.”

“What about me?” James asked softly.

“Any one of them could have been you,” Regulus explained before realizing what he was saying. He averted his gaze and cleared his throat. “Or my brother. People I knew, people I cared about being slaughtered and I was a part of it. Yet that’s not what gives me nightmares.”

James tilted Regulus’ face up. “You got out, that’s what’s important. You’re here and you’re safe now.”

Regulus wanted nothing more than to close the gap between them and kiss James Potter until he forgot everything else. But James was with Lily and he couldn’t. Instead he pulled away and sat up. “You should be getting home,” he told James stoically. “Lily must be wondering where you are.”

“Not likely,” James said, sitting up as well. “I’ll be crashing on the sofa for a while until I find my own place.”

“What happened?” Regulus asked, daring to turn and face James.

James gave him a small smile. “I asked her to marry me,” he explained with a shrug. “She said no. Didn’t want to rush into anything just because a war is on.”

Regulus nodded. “So you’ll wait, then?”

James shook his head. “No, we talked it out for a long time. I should have known she’d come to her senses about me.” James gave a short, forced laugh and carded his fingers through his hair. “Said my attention had been elsewhere as of late and we hadn’t been making time for each other.”

“Oh James,” Regulus said, reaching out for him. “I’m so sorry. You’ve been taking such good care of me and now I’ve cost you Lily. I-I’ll get Kreacher to come here and look after me or someone else. You can go home and be with her.”

“Reg - Reg, it’s fine,” James informed him, cupping Regulus’ face. “She was right. This war, as terrible as it is, has made everyone re-evaluate their lives. It wasn’t until you showed up half dead on Sirius’ doorstep that I realized.”

“Realized what?” Regulus asked quietly, almost terrified of the answer.

James huffed out a laugh. “That I wanted you to be alive so badly. That the idea of you being gone was sickening to me and not just for Sirius’ sake, but for my own. I don’t want to live in a world that doesn’t have you in it, Reg.”

Regulus smiled and chewed on his bottom lip. “When did you become such a sap, eh Potter? No wonder Lily left you.”

“Oi!” James said, grabbing Regulus and tickling his sides. Regulus let out a squeal as he tried to get away. James was relentless, making Regulus wriggle as he howled with laughter. “Take it back, Black!”

“Never!” Regulus said through his tears of mirth.

James relented and let Regulus go. “You’re such a ruddy git.”

Regulus chuckled and shook his head. “How do you manage to do that?”

“Do what?” James asked, putting his arm around Regulus’ shoulders.

“Make me feel better when I’m at my worst,” Regulus murmured quietly. “I can see why Sirius picked you to be his brother. You were probably a lot better at it than I was.”

“That’s not true,” James said, tucking Regulus in close to him. “You’ll always be his brother and he’ll always care about you.”

Regulus sighed and rested his head on James’ shoulder. “You know, you don’t have to crash on the sofa,” he offered tentatively. “There’s plenty of room in here.”

James grinned at him. “You just want me around for the cuddling.”

“Maybe…” Regulus teased lightly. James grin widened and he ducked his head down. The moment their lips met Regulus felt his entire body come alive with it, feeling it all the way down to his toes. James Potter kissed the way he played Quidditch, strong, self-assured and effortless. Regulus was breathless as he attempted to kiss James back. “Wh-what are you doing?” he asked, reminding himself that James had just broken up with the supposed love of his life.

“There’s a war on,” James said as if Regulus had forgotten. Reg’s expression must have communicated as much because James laughed and drew his thumb along Reg’s cheekbone. “And I’m not interested in wasting a single second.”

Regulus debated with himself for a moment and then nodded. “Let’s not waste it then,” he said pulling James back in.

Again, the reason why my blog has now become a shrine to Fury Road is that this fucking movie is the first thing in months that has me properly inspired, properly wanting to do something new, something more than just eat and play video games while contemplating suicide.

Like, this…I’m really proud of this. Maybe I’ll look at it in two days and realise how mediocre (joke never gets old) it is, but right now I’m going, wow, I can do art, I thought that was someone else, a long time ago, someone who gave a shit.

The drawing underneath that I tried to do with a marker was really terrible (kinda sorry I didn’t snap a picture), and it made me feel like crap, but I decided to try acrylics over it and now I’m feeling great. Rediscovering things I can maybe do.

Yeah. :) Fury Road. Sorry again, guys, I’m not gonna give this up any time soon, it makes me happy. It’s been over a month since I last felt like disappearing. That’s a fucking record.

Mental illness is not a joke.
Mental illness is not something to be made fun of, it’s not something that people choose to have, it’s not something that anyone wants.

Waking up this morning to see these posts by someone who is a fairly big role model to young women bagging out another popular role model who is also one of my very good friends has broken my heart.

Rosie (cleanbodyfreshstart) has been one of biggest support posts I’ve had in my life. She has been nothing but caring, loving, and supportive of me throughout my journey and recovery. She has consistently put my wellbeing above her own, especially when we lived together, and has never made me feel as if I’m worthless.

As we all know, Rosie has been struggling lately with her own demons, and I am so proud to say that she is continuing to come out on top - she is thriving and fighting her battles with such a positive outlook on everything.
Rosie would call me when she got leave from the hospital, to tell me about how well she was doing. As someone who has first hand experienced these places, I cannot describe how elated I was to hear that she was doing well. From what I’ve heard - Rosie has gained a new lease on life, a new outlook, and an even brighter positive attitude towards all aspects of life.

Rosie has not once in the years I have known her, promoted mental illness. We have had many discussions about this, and all I can remember is the both of us agreeing that we would never wish this on anyone else. Rosie has been fighting a battle for the most part of her life and she has finally built up so much strength and courage to really make a change and take a huge step in her recovery. I can’t think of a time I have ever been prouder in my life.

When I woke up this morning and checked Tumblr to see Kubby’s post, I had to know what was going on. Didn’t take me long to find out, considering durianrider is such a big “role model” I found it quite fast. Which means anyone can find it.
He is making a personal attack on someone who has done no wrong, he is making a personal attack on people with mental illness. Durianrider does not know Rosie, has not met Rosie, does not know her story or why she has been struggling for so long. In fact, not many people do. It is extremely unfair of him to publicly accuse Rosie of having a victim complex, a drug addiction, or any of the other outlandish claims he has made.
I lived with her for a long time, I first hand know that none of this is factual!
Rosie has been struggling, yes, but that does not give anyone the right to assume they know her battles. No one has the right to speak on her behalf, especially to the entire world.

Reading these posts made me feel so terrible - I have suffered from mental illness in my life, and so have many other people - does this mean we all have victim complexes? Are we all ‘faking’ it? Do we all need to grow up and stop feeling sorry for ourselves?
After lots of thinking, the answer is NO. We all have demons. We all have battles to fight ourselves. We are all walking our own journeys and NO ONE, not even someone with 100k+ Instagram followers has the right to undermine Rosie, myself, or anyone else.

This is for you Durianrider, I think you need to have a long hard look at yourself and figure out what it is that you are missing in your life - because no genuinely happy person would EVER spend their time spreading harsh lies about someone else on the Internet. I hope you take your recovery as seriously as Rosie has been taking hers, and I truly hope you beat your own demons.