that could have gone for way longer

  • Raven #7: Jean is no longer with us.
  • Everyone: [gasps] What?! Why is that?
  • Raven #7: He's gone, damn it! He's been taken in by the Trojans and he's staying in California forever.
  • Raven #11: So, he's alive.
  • Raven #7: Yeah. That was him on the phone. He sounds... okay.
  • Raven #13: Well, the way you said it made it sound like he was dead.
  • Raven #7: How could I have been more clear? He had a massive stroke [slight pause] of good fortune and he is now in a better place.

2017.03.18 🚴 Short Bike Ride

Didn’t feel like doing much of anything, to be honest, but I needed to do something, so I did a short bike ride. It was a bit windy, and I probably would’ve gone longer if not for that. I really dislike riding in the wind.  It’s all fun and games while it’s at your back, but eventually you have to turn around.  Plus, the book I was listening to ended about half-way through. The struggle is real. haha!

This is my old, heavy, too-small bike, also, which I could really feel in my quads vs. my new bike.

I got my 5/5 day workout goal in with this, so that’s also good.

Anyway, got something done, which is more than I felt like doing. Go me.

anyway the fact that they keep coming back to each other, and this whole “moth to a flame” “hooked like a drug” number is…..they have no ties? they dont live together anymore, their business isnt ~official~, sherlocks probably johns daughters godfather but its clear she doesnt stick around, they have no material reason to constantly keep coming back to one another after these upheavals. sherlock was gone for a year longer than he lived with john, he could have just never come back to him at all. john could have never gone back to 221b. but they needed to see each other again. and now they’re gonna fight, somehow in a way that ends even worse than this one. and yet they still end up together. like they have issues they NEED to work out and sometimes getting angry at each other is part of that but they hurt so much worse without each other.

  • what she says: im fine
  • what she means: when hannibal was talking to anthony dimmond after his lecture he had a bowtie on and in the very next scene both of them show up at the apartment wearing the exact same outfits so clearly no other time has passed they must have gone straight there but hannibal is no longer wearing his bowtie and i mean what reason could he possibly have for taking it off on the way so i desperately need to know where hannibal and anthony fucked and all of the details that that entailed

While Judeau could hardly wrap his mind around the events of the last day, he was at least partially aware of the luxury of travelling by wagon. Griffith and Farnese were in the back, as he’d volunteered to guide them along their way to the next town, one known as Holywell. While he’d never once visited, Judeau was as always well aware of it’s religious significance. At that point, he was still unsure of how visiting holy places held any significance to what the other two were trying to accomplish, though he felt great annoyance that Griffith had gone from claiming he was going to be a future king, instead he was the son of a deity now. What a frustrating lout.

In any case, Judeau had been wandering by foot for months. He could no longer have afforded a steed let alone a wagon of his own, so as he sat along the bench behind Siegfried, he was thankful for the opportunity to rest his weary body. Plus, as long as he was busying himself with directions, he really had no reason to speak with Griffith. It was however at least somewhat intriguing to listen to the innocuous conversation of his newfound companions.

From the moment Judeau had awakened in Farnese’s care, something wasn’t sitting right with him. While he had trouble believing that Griffith couldn’t remember a thing about the Eclipse, or really anything else afterwards, there was a nagging feeling he couldn’t shake when he peered into that man’s eyes. Forget the fact that he was no longer the shrunken husk of a man he was when they’d rescued him. He had been utterly reborn, youthful, and now he believed himself the son of god himself. There had to be some connection between the Eclipse, the mass sacrifice, and his newly reborn body. Then of course, the unholy ability to command the demon masses.

Regardless of the confusing array of circumstances, Judeau knew he couldn’t just leave now, not with so many questions, and most definitely not when he could prolong the fate of everlasting torment for as long as possible merely by being in Griffith’s shadow. If Farnese and Griffith ever did meet god, surely Judeau would point out how much of a bastard he was by forcing them down the same path together again.

Holywell itself came into view and it was just as Farnese had described to Griffith before setting off. It was larger than most towns Judeau had visited in the last few months, with an impressive palisade wall built around it to offer some protection against bandits and the like. As he guided the wagon through the main street leading into town, Judeau admired the charming architecture, pleased to see the streets teeming with activity. When they finally came to a stop, he turned to peer into the back of the wagon to speak with the other two.

“Looks like we’re finally here, kids.” he pointed out humorously.


An article that the Huffington Post wrote about Taylor just popped up on my page. I am extremely disappointed in the things that they have said about Taylor in the article. It starts off by stating that she is not the same person she used to be and is no longer a role model. I completely disagree with this. Taylor has many young fans and if you look at the way she portrays herself on a daily basis she is an absolutely amazing role model. The article continues on to say that Taylor is only friends with famous people, which is also complete crap. Every single day whether it be on social media or during a tour date Taylor is interacting and talking to her fans of all ages. “The Taylor Swift whom teenage girls could relate to through music is long gone, having been replaced by a woman who has become more celebrity than musician” was a quote that made me upset. This is a completely false statement to make. If anything Taylor is less of a celebrity and more of a musician. Just being on Tumblr one can see that almost every single Swift fan can relate to her music in one way or another and her music has helped countless individuals numerous times. Then the article continues on to say that her ticket prices are ridiculously priced and people can’t afford them. Personally, I don’t think the prices are unreasonable and Taylor has been more than supportive to fans who need tickets buying them tickets in many occasions. Taylor also does her meet and greets at NO COST which many celebrities would never even think of doing. “Swift’s friendships seem to be the product of strategy as much as actual bonding” AGAIN is a false statement. If you listen to any interviews of Taylor’s close friends (Selena, Karlie, Lily, Gigi, Martha, Hailee, Zendaya, Lorde, Haim Sisters, Lena..the list goes on) they have NOTHING but good things to say about her. Last but not least the article goes on to say that Taylor only donates money for her own publicity. This is absolutely not true. She supports her fans and individuals who need help out of the goodness of her heart. I have never been more disappointed in an article in my entire life. Taylor is generous, kind hearted, caring, supportive, and just an amazing individual all around. I am shocked that these things have been said about Taylor when she does so much for her fans every single day. Thank you for everything you do for us Taylor, your fans absolutely adore you and we wouldn’t change one thing about you. We are always here to support you and I am sorry these things are being said about you. We love you Swift, don’t ever change <3 


So, if David Claire ends up being Davina’s long lost brother, or half-brother, that puts even THAT much more weight behind our suspicions that Davina will be resurrected sometime this season. Having a character related to her by blood make an appearance after she’s supposedly “gone for good” makes no sense…why should that character be relevant if Davina no longer is? 

MY theory is that David comes to NOLA looking for Davina (obv) because he just discovered that he has a sister (probably because their dad only recently told him about her) and wants to meet her. It could go either way if he knows about the supernatural or not…If he’s a half-sibling, probably not. We have no idea if Davina’s dad knew about her mom’s powers or not. Was it a one night stand? Was Davina born out of wedlock? We don’t know (correct me if I’m wrong). If he is a full sibling, then I’m leaning towards that being a yes…here’s another thought…what if they are twins? The actor and Danielle are less than a year apart (I know that means nothing really) so it’s plausible, right? And TO hasn’t had a set of twins yet, whereas TVD has had Luke & Liv and the twins. 

If David does end up being her brother, I need scenes with he and Marcel, and he and Kol fr

But, this convinces me even more that D is coming back and that’s making me excited for the new season! As long as she comes back and both she and Kol stay alive this time, I’m there

Last time I saw you you said you had to save yourself. Last night you called me just to say that you could never love anyone else. I need you to know that I know that you do not love me. You love you. Please know that the girl who begged you to kiss her in the rain turned into a hurricane. She is gone and all that you left was old ruins, houses turned inside out, and cars flipped upside down. You did all that in the name of “saving” yourself.  I need you to know that I smile at your face because it is funny to think that a year ago you could make the most violent of storms stir inside of me. And now there is no longer a reason for you to stick around. I have fallen in love with the way that calm after so many storms sounds.
—  it’s not you, it’s me.
It seems to me that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension, which we feel as paralysis because we no longer hear our astonished emotions living. Because we are alone with the unfamiliar presence that has entered us; because everything we trust and are used to is for a moment taken away from us; because we stand in the midst of a transition where we cannot remain standing. That is why the sadness passes: the new presence inside us, the presence that has been added, has entered our heart, has gone into its innermost chamber and is no longer even there, is already in our bloodstream. And we don’t know what it was. We could easily be made to believe that nothing happened, and yet we have changed, as a house that a guest has entered changes. We can’t say who has come, perhaps we will never know, but many signs indicate that the future enters us in this way in order to be transformed in us, long before it happens. And that is why it is so important to be solitary and attentive when one is sad: because the seemingly uneventful and motionless moment when our future steps into us is so much closer to life than that other loud and accidental point of time when it happens to us as if from outside. The quieter we are, the more patient and open we are in our sadnesses, the more deeply and serenely the new presence can enter us, and the more we can make it our own, the more it becomes our fate.
—  Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
“I can’t do it anymore” I remember those words every day. And I wish those words would have been because there was someone else or because your feelings were gone, but they weren’t. You couldn’t save me from the mess of my life. You tried to pull me out of that dark hole I was in for years but I only pulled you in with me. And you couldn’t do it anymore, you could no longer find a way for us to get out of that dark whole.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #540
Save Me From Myself - Part 10

Originally posted by natashamaximova

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader

Summary:  Y/N was the leading medic on the team catering to the Winter Soldier under the watchful eye of Hydra against her patriotic will. After helping Captain America and the Falcon  to track down her ‘patient,’ Y/N took up a job at the Avengers Tower.

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The mission had taken way longer than anticipated. He was supposed to be gone for only three days but it ended up being a week. Steve was worried. Since Bucky came to live with them in the tower, this was the longest he’d been away.

So much could have happened. What if there had been an altercation between him and the Doc? What if his PTSD got worse? What if he…broke something?

With the what ifs racing through his mind, the first thing Steve did was find his way to Bucky’s room. It was empty. This escalated his concern but he did his best to tamp it down with rationality. He wasn’t in the common room. He wasn’t at the gym. He wasn’t with Tony since he and Pepper had flown off somewhere for business – more like a sweet retreat. With each place he checked and found no signs of Bucky, his concern got even worse.

What if he’d run away?

The thought destroyed Steve. It destroyed him because it meant Bucky didn’t trust Steve enough to be there for him through his recovery. It destroyed him because it meant he’d lost his best friend all over again.

Steve needed to talk to someone. Well, not just any someone. He needed to talk to the one person who’d always listened to him ramble on and on about his worries over Bucky. He needed to find Doc. Sure, she got upset whenever Bucky was in the room. Sure, she didn’t want anything whatsoever to do with Bucky. Steve didn’t blame her. But regardless of her own feelings, she’d always listened to Steve whenever he needed someone to talk to. He needed her now more than ever. She could help him figure out whether or not he should chase after the runaway or just let things be.

What Steve saw when he entered the Doc’s lab startled him. It startled him enough that his voice came out in a yell that was louder than he’d intended. “Bucky!”

The occupants of the lab, who were equally startled by the unexpected outburst, scrambled to turn around, and in that hurry, a certain someone turned too quickly. Things – probably a lot of valuable things – crashed to the floor, making Y/N wince.

“What the hell, Steve? You scared the shit out of me!” Y/N accused. She didn’t yell. But boy she was mad! Steve was just staring now. Y/N continued, “And if you say language right now, I swear to God, I’d slap you.”

Steve took a deep breath and took the scene in. Y/N was fuming, obviously mad at him. Bucky was staring down at the floor – at the mess he’d created. He was sneaking up a look at the Doc to see if she was mad at him. There was coffee spilled all over the table they’d been sitting at.

“I thought…never mind. I was looking for Bucky. Sorry,” Steve apologized weakly.

“Well you found him!” Y/N said, pointing to the soldier.

Bucky looked up with confusion contorting his face. “She invited me to have coffee with her.” The way he said it, the unasked question was whether he was not supposed to.

Then quickly he bent down to gather the broken glass and clean up the mess, but Y/N stopped him. Her entire demeanor changed when she addressed him. “Let it be. I’ll take care of it. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” she said to him, offering a gentle smile.

Bucky smiled back as he stood up. “Okay. Later.” He turned towards Steve, who of course had a look of utter confusion on his face. “You should close your mouth, Steve. You look stupid.” And with that, he walked out of the lab.

Steve looked at Y/N and then at his best friend’s departing form. “Did I miss something?” He never got an answer to that. Y/N shooed him out of her lab saying she had work to do and more of it thanks to him.

Did he miss something?


Throughout the following weeks, every time Steve went to meet up with Bucky for training or to just check up on him, it seemed as if Buck was always saying bye to Y/N. It was obvious the two was getting closer but Steve had no clue as to how this had come about. Last time he remembered, she was terrified of him. That did not seem to be the case anymore.

It was a fine Saturday morning when he was pouring himself a nice cup of coffee that Y/N found him in the common kitchen. “Good morning,” he greeted her cheerily, which was returned with equal enthusiasm.

“So…we were wondering,” Y/N said, and it was then that Steve noticed Bucky standing by the entrance. “We were wondering if James and I could watch Game of Thrones in the common room…”

Steve stared at Y/N and then at Bucky, who looked a little nervous. “Uh…you don’t need to ask for my permission, right?”

“That’s what I said!” Y/N exclaimed. “But Bucky kinda insisted.” Then she walked towards Bucky and whispered, “Told you it would be cool.”

Bucky stared long and hard at the Doc before he said in a matter-of-fact voice, “Winter is cool.”

Y/N blinked up at him in confusion. “Was that…was that a pun?” Bucky was smirking. She rolled her eyes at him and turned to Steve. “He’s throwing puns at me.”

Steve didn’t know how to react. Not only were they communicating but it almost seemed like Bucky and Doc had become friends. When in the world had this happened and how had he missed it?

Receiving no response from Steve, she thanked him and left with a silent ex-assassin trailing behind her.


“That Joffrey! What a…” Bucky trailed off, frustrated with a fictional character. Y/N thought it was adorable.

They’d gotten through almost to the end of the first season of Game of Thrones. “I love Daenarys!” Y/N told him. “She’s so brave and good. Who’s your favorite?”

“I like the Starks. You know why,” he said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare!” Y/N warned playfully.

Winter is coming.” He did. He said it. “I could use that you know. That could be my opening line before I go into a fight or when I’m with a woman…” He trailed off, and looked nervously at Y/N. He hadn’t meant to go off in that direction. Damn it.

Y/N tried her best to ignore that last part and asked, “Do you want something to eat? We could order in pizza.”

Before Bucky could reply, his phone rang. It was Steve.

“Buck, I need you in the conference room in two minutes,” Steve said.

“Okay,” Bucky replied, slightly confused. The conference room was where the Avengers discussed mission details or any official business. He was not an Avenger. “What’s going on?”

“We have intel on a possible Hydra base. We are going to take it down. I thought you might want in on this mission.”

Hell yes! He wanted in. He wanted to take down as many Hydra bases as he could get his hands on. “I want in, but I don’t know if I’m ready to go back into a mission, Steve.” It wasn’t a lack of confidence in his abilities but he’d always been one to handle things solo. He didn’t know how he’d fare in a team environment. Knowing that, he didn’t want to put the mission in jeopardy. He was a soldier first and foremost.

“I think you are,” Steve replied. “And I got your back. Two minutes.”

The call ended and Bucky stared at the phone in his hands. Things were racing through his mind. He didn’t want to face Hydra again. The fear of again going through what he suffered in the last few decades almost crippled him. And yet, at the same time, he wanted to. He wanted to face those sons of bitches and destroy them for what they did to him…for what they took away from him.

“You’re going on a mission,” Y/N stated matter-of-factly. Bucky nodded. Y/N noted he didn’t seem happy about it. “You’re a freaking super soldier. You got this. You know that right?”

“That’s not it. They are going after a Hydra base. I can’t. I can’t go through that again, Y/N,” he said. He was staring straight ahead, almost as if he didn’t see her. He was lost in his own torment.

She laid a gentle hand on his arm. He flinched. It had become his natural reaction to physical contact. Still, he let her. “So don’t get caught,” she told him making him glance at her. “Be the Winter freaking Soldier. Take care of those Hydra assholes. And just come back here.” Then she grinned, and added, “I’ll be waiting with pizza and more TV shows for you to catch up on.”

The last made him smile too. She made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a while. He was happy with her. It was such a strange feeling. “Just for the pizza, I’ll do my best to make it back.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “I bet, soldier.” He wanted to kiss that smirk off her smart-ass mouth.

And yet, it was the truth. She gave him reason to come back. It was something he hadn’t had for the longest time – something to come back to. He meant not to lose it. Not if he could help it.

But even the best laid plans have a way of going awry.

Part 11

I never thought I’d be “that girl.”
The one that cries in public over a boy that doesn’t even notice when she’s right in front of him.
But when I saw her fingers intertwined with yours and the familiar way you looked into her soul, the floodgates of my heart poured out and I could feel my body give way.
It was as if my bones turned into sand and when my friend tried to hold me I slipped right through her fingers.
My body was no longer mine to control.
I was sinking
I was sinking
I was gone
And there I was right before you broken and you asked me, with her hand in yours,
“Are you having a good time?”
—  “That girl”

So I’m weird and spent like an hour “redesigning” everyone’s favorite gungan, Jar Jar Binks.

I always hated how he looked (you know, besides his purpose in the story itself and the way he spoke), his silhouette was much too “human” and obviously a dude in a headpiece that they just did over with CGI. Really disappointing. 

There’s a billion ways you could go about redesigning them, but I generally just gave him a longer/more robust (swimming) body with more of a plausibility to hold larger lungs. Their noses are more “closed” than opened sockets, eye stalks gone but also with the inability to blink (they either lick their eyes or have a membrane that goes across it), and a beak instead of a bill to open shellfish (not shown: non-humanoid teeth with canines and no front teeth, plus grinding molars). Their feet and hands are also rather clumsy but functional on land, being slightly sticky/moist and webbed. 

Also the only sexual dimorphism is that males typically have longer tassels on their head, but that’s not always the case. They’re used for secondary communication that, in my headcanon, used in correlation with a rather complex social structure/caste and body language.

IN MY VERSION Jar Jar pisses off the wrong people and ends up getting kicked out of common, polite society altogether. lol


Jacob had been sulking ever since Megan told him she was going on a date. He knew it wasn’t fair and he didn’t really have the right, it wasn’t like they were a thing anyway, but he couldn’t help it. It wasn’t like Megan wanted to go either, he could tell in the way she took three times longer to do normal tasks. But still, he felt left behind. Whilst she was out on her date he had been given the night off - something that he didn’t want, seeing as he needed the money. 

It had been a couple of weeks since they’d gone ice skating and although Jacob had promised her he would come up with something, he had no idea how they could make anything work. Although he knew that he really shouldn’t continue with his current vocation considering his feelings for Megan, he couldn’t afford to quit. 

Jane felt sick. She had prevented herself from any feeding of any kind for the past few weeks, leaving her lost in the woods. She knew she could find a way out quite easily, but she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to go back.

The jet had gone to a random airport, as requested, and Jane had leapt off and was gone in a flash. She knew how much pain this must have caused her brother to leave him like this, but she knew that she couldn’t stay any longer in Volterra.

Jane stiffened when she heard a sudden sound of cracking leaves echo through the forest she had hidden herself in. Flashing her coal black eyes around, she quickly ran in the opposite direction of the footsteps coming near. Jane knew not to be seen.


domesticity (modern au short thing)

She does her crosswords every Friday morning perched on a barstool, elbows rooted into the granite of the bar, silken hair cascading over the hands pressed to her face.  Cullen hears her muttering to herself as she peruses the newspaper, reading clues, eyes traveling down rows and columns, lines and lines.

Cullen putters around the kitchen as she works, pulling a small frying pan off a hook, gathering ingredients for one of the few recipes he knows.  He cracks eggs, whips them with a fork, slices butter, sneaks a mouthful of milk from the carton when he thinks she won’t notice.

“I saw that,” Aeveth says, her head still bowed.

“Saw what?”  He plays innocent, but knows it’s futile.  He takes a fresh loaf of bread out of the box, selects the heel, crams the corner of it into his mouth.

She doesn’t respond.  Another few bites and the thin piece of bread is gone.  Cullen reaches for the coffeepot instead of another slice.  Her mug is bigger than his.

He hears her gusting sigh over the pour of coffee.  “Cullen.  Like the meek, per Matthew 5:5?”

“Blessed,” he says automatically, ladling sugar into her mug.  The cream is still in the fridge.

“Thank God for your strong Anglican upbringing,” Aeveth says warmly, picking up her pencil.  The graphite squeaks against the paper, a tiny mouse.

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~ rant coming through lmao ~





SEIRIN ArE gOiNG tO geT cruSHe D :))))






Nearly seven months. That’s what the man was told when they brought him back up into the daylight and prepared him, making sure all of his scars, bruises and injuries were gone. Nearly seven months of having his behavior fixed over and over. Nearly seven months of being tortured by his closest friends- or, at least, people he once considered friends. He couldn’t trust them anymore. All he could trust was the Capitol.

Stone was dressed in the Capitol’s finest clothing, his long, blond hair partially pulled back to keep it out of his face, his beard just a little bit longer. And while his looks only changed in the ways the Capitol always wished for it to change, it was his eyes that changed the most; the once soft, warm icy blues were now completely cold and calculating; and empty, in a way. Maybe, after nearly dying so many times, it was bound to happen.

When he entered the Ball with River by his side, Stone ignore any odd looks he received, struggling not to just take out any familiar faces. Not tonight, however. Tonight, he was told to socialize, to pretend to be normal. But as someone suddenly tugged at his arm, Stone stopped, a slight frown appearing on his face.



Gilda Susan Radner
June 28, 1946 - May 20, 1989

Today marks what would have been Gilda’s 69th birthday. And though she is no longer alive, her memory lives on through her fans, as well as her family and friends, all of whom she could bring one of the greatest gifts a person can give: laughter. And as long as we can still laugh at this amazing woman, and as long as we can appreciate what an immense talent she was, she will never truly be gone. I just wish she were still here so we could all tell her how much we love her and what she has done to pave the way for generations of comediennes and legions of women who enjoy making others laugh. <3

Happy birthday, Gilda! I hope you’re smiling on your special day!

I will find your hand between my legs on a Sunday morning too early for anyone else to be awake
muffled moans between bed sheets because we are both too tired for words right now
I will never love you more than this
when your eyes consume me with want as our children sleep down the hall still
when my body is no longer the one you fell in love with yet you still treat me as if it is
when you kiss me as if honeymoon is now
as if we are still 23 years old and having sex for the first time in your loft
you are everything I could ever ask for
you still want me when I have morning breath
when you could have rolled over and gone back to sleep instead
my happily ever after exists in the way you make me feel beautiful as if it is second nature
as if there was no way it couldn’t be
—  10:52 p.m. / Relationship Goals