that never gets enough love

(long post, sorry)

In spite of everything I love Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it does not work like that.  Second, she’s not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11” of pure muscle and is not top heavy)

If you want a good Harley backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look like self-harm or is well covered up. 

When Arkham accepts her, fresh from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves, self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru. The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.

After her weekend of freedom she would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous, cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it. She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it when he likes things.

It’s wrong and unprofessional, the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to protect and nurture something so important to him.

When the choice comes between her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question. She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a bun.

YOI Preview Quotes

Because I just remembered how much I loved the end of episode previews, and feel the need to bring them back

  • “I will satisfy you for sure”
  • “Who’d even be happy to see me naked on ice?”
    “At the very least I would be”
  • “Yuuri, what would you like me to wear?” 
    (Going to your boyf for fashion advice?)
  • “My Yuuri’s in first going into the free skate!”
    (Viktor referring to him as my Yuuri - AKA all the fanfictions come true)(followed by Yuuri literally gagging him or something)
  • “say the name of the Moscow airport we’re heading to ten times, Yuuri”
    (Proof that Viktor has indeed been teaching Yuuri Russian) 
  • “something round and golden”
    (AKA the thing that sent the fandom into total chaos for a week)
  • “my and Viktor’s love, laid bare to the world”
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Viktor and Yuuri wanted to drag Yurio to their Scrunch Your Face challenge, but there’s only one guy who can make him do it.

Please click the image to see it in high res! :)

( Finally got this out of my WIPs haha! This was supposed to be for Yurio’s birthday but I was too busy ; o ; Belated happy birthday to my angry son, Yuri Plisetsky! )

Lindsay Jones doesn’t get enough love in the RT/AH fandom. 

Pretty sure Achievement Hunter would collapse without her. Not to mention she brought to life the main character of the show that helped take Rooster Teeth to the new heights it’s at today. 

She’s hilarious, unique, kind and about as open hearted and open minded of a person as you’ll ever meet. 

She’s a rockstar, achievement hunter, monster killer, cat lover who is going to be an amazing mom and is already an amazing person. 

I post this, fully aware that no matter much love Lindsay gets, it’ll never be enough.

He asks me about you while I’m chewing a celery stalk. I shrug a little. I say I’m happy that you’re happy. My voice doesn’t shake. I sound professional and adult, like I peeled off all the parts of me that cling to you. He asks if I’m over you and I chew until my jaw hurts and I say, yeah, I think so. It doesn’t sound like a lie, even to me. It sounds like someone is shouting those words from the other end of a tunnel, like I’m not living in my throat anymore. He asks if I ever think about you. I say, well it’s hard not to when other people ask questions, ha ha. He doesn’t find that funny. I swim in the silence left over and then I catch the answer at the bottom of the pool like when I was seven and plucking river stones from murk. I say, I don’t unless something reminds me. It sounds diplomatic. Appropriate. I try to calculate the amount a normal person would think about you, dividing how much time we spent together by how much we are spending apart. In the new world, you’re not supposed to love deep, it’s creepy and offensive. People are supposed to fold in and out of your life like leaves; you’re never supposed to love hard enough that you get road rash from falling. Love doesn’t look good on Facebook, I mean. You took plenty of Instagram pictures carefully excluding me. I guess it was so when you went there would be no evidence. Nothing to delete.

He tucks his feet up. He asks how much I’m reminded of you. I blocked you on everything only to unblock you while I was drunk. I scrolled page after page thinking about how much the Internet killed love. Time was that if you were done with someone, you were done for good. The only way you could rip the wound open was by following them across countries. Snail mail doesn’t burn like seeing you happy, dancing with other girls. I’m saying the world was a worse place to be but I wouldn’t think of you as much, maybe. I say to him, ever think about how the 1950’s are super racist and sexist but people still fall for the aesthetic? He asks me what that has to do with the conversation. You would have got it. Some stuff is only pretty until you open it, like how pears go rotten once they touch air. I feel like that a lot, like my core holds onto little black seeds. And he asks me what I’m talking about. I say, oh, nothing.

love for the signs
  • aries: i love you because you're fiercely, genuinely, mercilessly yourself. with a whip-sharp tongue and bright eyes, you are all i admire and all i ever want to be. you say what's on my mind - you are like part of my soul. you remind me of who i am, and i'm never more sure of myself when i'm with you.
  • taurus: i love you because you're so warm and soft. i am undeserving of your gentleness, your tenderness, your patience and comfort - but you offer it to me anyway. you hold me up when i'm in danger of falling down, and you make me laugh when i feel like all i'd rather do is cry. you are forever my guardian angel, and i could never be thankful enough.
  • gemini: i love you because you make me feel alive. it's like life comes into focus when you are around - everything is vivid, interesting, beautiful. you're like a shot of oxytocin when the darkness comes creeping in, and i could never get enough of you.
  • cancer: i love you because you feel like home. we may not see eye to eye, but you stand by me when i need it most. you are the rock keeping steady by my side, and there is a quiet familiarity you bring that always puts me at ease. you are my family.
  • leo: i love you because you make me feel like i am the brightest star in the sky. you treat me like a princess, and your vivacity makes my heart deliriously happy no matter the circumstances. you are the light of my life, radiant and unforgettable.
  • virgo: i love you because you are like stable ground in the middle of an earthquake. you ground me, see into me - not past me like so many people do. you help me feel okay when things feel anything but. you are unchanging in the face of chaos, and i know i can always turn to you.
  • libra: i love you because you never push me too far. i don't feel like i have to act around you - unlike others, you don't expect anything from me, and it's a freedom more relieving than words can explain. you let me be without a mask, and sometimes that's all i need.
  • scorpio: i love you because we don't need words. i can count on you to have my back when it counts, and you understand when i need silence more than conversation. you know the importance of quiet, and i appreciate that more than you know.
  • sagittarius: i love you because you see my potential. you are my inspiration, my brilliant epiphany - you make life something fresh and new, filled with adventure and excitement. you make me believe that there is so much on the horizon. with you i could forget my problems - you are irreplaceable, my elixir like nothing else.
  • capricorn: i love you because you try your very best. you may not be able to read my mind, but you put your entire heart and soul into doing whatever you can for me. sometimes it's not the result that counts but the effort, and you prove that to the furthest extent.
  • aquarius: i love you because you bring me back to reality. you not only listen, but you speak, and your honesty means everything to me. you never judge me - instead, you take everything i give you and try to help me with all your heart. your dedication is unwavering, and no matter how deep under i am, you never let me drown.
  • pisces: i love you because you are so damned strong. you've been through so much shit, and yet i know that you'd drop everything in a second to help me. despite everything you've suffered, you still look at life like it's the best thing you've ever been given. i don't deserve your support and optimism, but you have the best heart of anyone i've ever known - and i know that somehow, it's always open for me.

anonymous asked:

hey i wanted to ask if you could make recommendations for bakushima fanfics? i'm curious as to what you're currently reading, what your favorites are and what your thoughts on the fanfics you read are! :)

Boi!!! Okay, I guess I did something like that a long while ago, everything I said about those fics is still 100% valid, after making that list I reread nearly all of them a dozen of times and I’ve loved them all just as much each of them, good great fics those - but since then I’ve read a shitton more, so!! Let’s do this? Let’s do this

My (newer) Favorite Fics:

  • one to ten by crunchrapsupreme - lotsa pining, acquaintance to friends to lovers, incredibly soft and ridiculously happy it gave me such a warm feeling reading it? Kirishima is so pure it made my heart sing, Kaminari is just as ridiculous and negative as he’s supposed to be and Bakugou’s!!! Perfect I’m sure you’re gonna like this one
  • out of sight, within reach by potato - no powers AU, high school AU, misunderstandings and jealousy and ridiculous babies in love - Bakugou pines!!! It’s actually!!! A fic from Bakugou’s pov with this ridiculous dork pining!!!! I would have loved it just for that, but honestly anything potato writes is worth reading they’re just so good and know the characters so well !!!
  • get tough, straight up by quactus - this!!!! damn!!!! fic!!!! it’s useless even to drag this for long, the reason why this fic is between my favorites is straight out the incredible amount of Bakugou and Kirishima acting like a couple while they’re not even aware their liking each other might be mutual - they’re soft, got no personal space at all, care for each other so sweetly seriously it’s so good to read it made my insides melt
  • all good things need sunshine by shizuumi151 - a flower shop AU from another author I love with all my heart! Go check everything they’ve written they’re honestly a fave, such a good grasp on these two - this fic is sweet (I think I used that word to describe all the fics I’ve recced till now? It’s my fav genre what can I do) flowers make me soft and these two acting like the ridiculous crushing idiots they are surrounded by them is just a recipe to make me happy lbr
  • it’s pouring out here again by shizuumi151 - no power/high school/basketball club AU and I’m pretty certain I suggested this one already between my favorite Kaminari fics? Cause he’s amazing in this one, he and Sero both - so are Bakugou and Kirishima, obviously, the whole atmosphere of the fic makes me genuinely happy every single time I read this fic (which I’ve done… way too many times in the last month already, honestly… rip this is a fav for sure)
  • Fight Me by ryonello - no quirks/nurse! Kirishima AU and oh my god this fic is so good - it’s fun? and bright? and Bakugou pines in the most endearing way ever? I spent the whole fic nodding and going same Baku same haha
  • From Pictures to Words by Kivea - snapchat AU snapchat AU snapchat AU!!!! Holy heck!!!! These!!!! NERDS!!!!!!! This is a seriously great fic - Baku/Mina friendship and the squad being it all there and Baku & Deku being on civil terms make it all even better, but g o d Bakugou and Kirishima in this fic. Jesus Christ. I love them so much I can’t even find the words to describe it
  • little are the things we learn by newamsterdam - a 5+1 fic, 6 PoV total each of them describing the KiriBaku relationship from the eyes of those aorund them - listen. Listen. This might be obvious, because newamsterdam is my absolute fave KiriBaku author, but I live and die for this fic - aside from how I adore the external PoV format in general, every single character is so incredibly IC? And the KiriBaku relationship is so so so well described and complete even if constantly seen from an outsider’s point of view? God, I love this fic. I should reread this fic right now, honestly

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izzica answered your question: “IM GOING ON A RICK AND MORTY HYPE whoooo has some suggestions I can…”

morty who’s super duper drunk off ricks stash and is super sad??? maybe morty who trashes ricks garage (lab) bc he’s just so angry at rick being gone (turning himself in??). morty just being troubled bc rick, his only friend, is gone.

Thank you for the suggestion! I honestly really wanted to draw the trashing the garage thing (a+ idea btw), but as you can see my skill with backgrounds is suuuuuppperr limited lmao ;;;

Annabeth Chase Headcanons

Cause I got a lot of anons asking for some and I deleted my old post so why not.

  • Annabeth is a natural beauty. Her appearance is distinctly memorable, strikingly beautiful in the way where you find yourself thinking about her even long after she’s gone. 
  • Her face is heart shaped and very angular.  Her nose is upturned and her eyebrows are defined with a slight, natural arch. 
  • Her eyes are extremely piercing, framed with long dark lashes and hold all the weight of a thunderstorm. They seem to stare deep beyond your own, as if all of your secrets are drug out and laid bare to her. 
  • Her lips are pouty and have a constant, healthy pink hue to them. She always bights her bottom lip while she’s concentrating. (Something that starts to drive Percy crazy as they grow older)
  • She gets all of her growth spurts in the very beginning of her teenage years and by the Battle of the Labyrinth, she hits her end mark. It makes her a bit upset since she would’ve liked to be a bit taller but she can’t really complain as she ends up being 5′9″. 
  • But her height has always been one of her favorite things about her. She loves being tall, mostly because it’s just another factor that makes her more intimidating, but also because Percy was short during the beginning of puberty and she was ruthless.
  • Elbow resting on his shoulder, holding things out of his reach, nicknames that would make him blushy - you name it, she probably did it. Although Karma turns out to be a total bitch because not only does Percy end up being a little more than five inches taller than her, he turns all of the teasing around on her. She decides she probably deserves it though.
  • “Hey Wise Girl, How’s the weather down there?”
  • “Percy, I am four inches taller than the average girl. I’m not short.”
  • “I’m sorry did you say something? I couldn’t hear you.”
  • “Don’t make me punch you.”
  • “Can you even reach that high?”
  • Her neutral expression is slightly intimidating and makes her look a bit unapproachable. But her smile is one of her best features - It’s wondrous, lighting up her face in a way that’s purely magical.
  • When she’s happy, her eyes take on the look of April showers - It’s a soft grey, sweet, almost watery, and is refreshing like a breath of cool air.
  • Her stance is one of a queen. Straight spine, shoulders back, and sure steps.
  • You’re pretty sure she could beat you up blinded folded and with arm tied behind her back. 
  • Actually, no. You’re positive you she could beat you up blinded folded and with arm tied behind her back.
  • One of the main reasons why she liked Percy so much when they were younger was because he never backed down to her. When she was snarky to most people, they would nearly always fail to have a response to match hers. But Pery not only seemed to be ready with a sarcastic response of his own but gave her a run for her money at times. (But she’ll never tell him that.).
  • Her hair is extremely long. It’s golden in color, varying in different rich tones of honey and cascades all the way to the small of her back. It’s definitely not thin but not extremely thick either. It’s curly, and one of the reasons why she keeps it so long is because it weighs down that curl. If she cuts it too short it poofs and frizzes. (She also likes how her hair makes her feel like a princess but she’l never tell that to anyone either.)
  • Everyone loves her hair. Percy particularly loves running his fingers through the silky locks and mussing up the curls. Piper will plait little briads into it. Hazel will spends hours doing complicated up-do she learned from the 1930/40s.
  • She’s the queen of messy buns, high ponytails, and double french braids.
  • Her body type is slim and lean. Her bone frame/structure is more on the small side and she has the body of a runner or swimmer - not bulging with muscle but is very toned.
  • She’s the type of girl who’s practically perfect at everything without really trying - Grades, fighting, whatever it is, she’s probably good at it. Of course she won’t excel on her first try nor be the very best in the field, but you can bet she’ll pick it up ten times faster and easier than anyone else.
  • But because of all of this, she was heavily bullied in school.  She was the girl who looked distant and withdrawn and consequently no one would come up to talk to her. She was the girl who despite having dyslexia, was smarter than every single person in the class and threw off the curve. She was the girl who was stunningly pretty with ratty clothing and no makeup. She was the girl who could beat everyone in P.E. and walk back in without a sweat. 
  • Annabeth’s school torment stemmed from jealousy. She would overhear nasty whispers about her and find mean notes shoved into her locker. People would move away from the table where she sat. She was isolated and ignored.
  • One of Annabeth’s worst fears is to be forgotten or to be ignored… to be left entirely by herself. This is the accumulation of everything that happened in her childhood up to through her teenage years - from being bullied in school to being hated by her step family and ignored by her father. To losing Thalia and consequently re-losing her to the huntresses and being betrayed be Luke. Then Percy disappearing for months on end during Hoo.

Thinking of Her

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warning: Smut, fluff

Word Count: 800

Submitted by: @chaos-and-the-calm67 - She says: *hums innocently as I drop this into your inbox* I dunno if you need this…so imma just set it down anyway. Just in case…

A/N: I thought of this immediately when I saw the gif. It just had to be written. 

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freckles — s.h.

wc: 1k

summary : sam holland has never liked his freckles but he finds ways to love them thanks to you.

a/n : i had to rewrite this because tumblr ate it when i tried to save the draft and idk i don’t feel like this one is as good. but i was inspired by my own poetry lol


Sam Holland has freckles. They’re minute in size and caramel in color. Like droplets of rain on the concrete sidewalks they dot his face. From his cheeks to his forehead to the bridge and slope of his nose. His freckles only seem to grow in number and he was sure he didn’t like that.

Sam Holland has freckles and he seems to hate them all. They’re everywhere and he wonders why he had to be cursed with them. They’re clustered all over his face and he didn’t like that. One day he notices that they had begun to pepper down to his shoulders. He can’t help but sigh and throw on a shirt. At least he can cover those.

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You are not owed anything in this life. No one owes you a single thing, but that doesn’t mean we don’t expect more out of people. But the thing is, you shouldn’t expect too much out of anyone anyways. In the end you’ll always wind up disappointed.
—  Someone who tried to see the best in everyone