the-only-person-who-never-left-him

what she says: i’m fine
what she means: sirius black was never allowed by his family to be himself as a kid , he never got to be free, sirius spent years fighting evil, first at home and then in war, before he was imprisoned for a crime he stood on the other side off and he was labeled as one of them even though all he ever wanted was to not be one of them. sirius spent 12 years imprisoned and alone knowing two of his best friends were murdered by his other best friend who turns out not to love him as much as he loved him. all this while his last best friend, the only person he had left, thought he, sirius, had killed their three best friends. sirius lost all the people he loved in one night and was left alone for 12 years thinking about this. sirius got so skinny he could slip through the bars of his cell. sirius looked after his best friends son even while he thought sirius was a murderer and the reason his parents, sirius´ best friends, were dead. sirius later finally got his godson and one of his best friends back but the rest of the world still thought he was a vicious madman and he again had to be imprisoned but this time in his old family home that he ran away from when he was only 16 and he was again reminded of how he never fit in. sirius got little glimpses of happiness before he was killed by his cousin at only 36 years old and during those 36 years sirius black never experienced what it was like to truly be a free man

STOP, WAIT A MINUTE...

FIDEL CASTRO NEVER had to face what he did to his people, he died a rich man while people in cuba ate rice and black beans, while women had to prostitute themselves to make a living, he killed those who opposed him, arrested them, tortured them.

People had to leave the country in inhuman ways, risking their lives at the sea, knowing that as long as this person lived they wouldn’t be able to see their relatives, people left Cuba and never saw their relatives again; he lived 90 years, 52 in power, only to step away beacuse of health problems to give his brother the reigns of the country, call that nepotism.

As I write this, people in Cuba sleep, they have no capacity to be connected like I’m am, like you are: No twitter, no cellphones, no WiFi, no cable tv… Cuba, for the most part, doesn’t know what’s going on.

This man was no saint, let’s not allow media, political parties or personal believes re-write history and make him something he wasn’t. Revolutions can be bad, hell is paved with good intentions, power makes people sick if they stay long enough, the good things he did, I’m no one to deny them but make no mistake: Fidel castro was was a dictator and he died as such.

Newt Scamander x Reader III

Originally posted by sweetly87

“Imagine being the only person who can tame the Niffler.“

You held the mole-like creature in your left hand while you scratched its tummy with your other hand.
„Aww, Newt what kind of creature is this ? It‘s so adorable !“
Newt turned around and couldn‘t believe his eyes. He never saw a Niffler so calm and relaxed like in this moment.
„This is a Niffler… but why is it so calm ? How did you do this ?“
You shrugged. „I don‘t know. I offered the little guy some food and a coin and then I tried to cuddle with him.“
Newt raised an eyebrow and walked up to you, he had to see it closer.
„Huh. That‘s incredible Y/N.“
„Wan‘t to pet it too ?“
„Oh, no thanks, I have some bad experiences with our friend here and I don‘t want to interrupt its calmness, but…“
He moved his hands on your hips and gave you a kiss on your cheek
„I just need to feed a few more creatures and then I‘m done with work for today and I’d love to relax a bit with you, my love.” 

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Title: The Execution of the Last Steal [AO3]
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Thief!Jensen, Hacker!Jared, Protective!Jensen, BAMF!Jared, BAMF!Jensen, Jealous!Jensen, Friends To Lovers, Pretended Couple (between the Js), Mild Violence, Top!Jensen, Bottom!Jared, Happy Ending
Word Count: 97k
Summary: Anyone who meets Jared Padalecki would think he has the perfect life: a college degree, a normal life and an apparently perfect fiancé, Stephen Amell, the son of a Senator with a bright future. Except for one thing: it’s all based on a lie. Five years ago, he created a new identity for himself to cut all ties to his criminal past and ex-boyfriend Jensen Ackles, a world-renowned thief.

But Jared can’t run forever. A threat from his past comes back looking for him and the only person who can help him is the man he thought he left behind forever, the only person Jared’s never been able to forget.

Incredibly charming and just as cocky, Jensen Ackles is a thief that is too good at his job for his own good, who would do anything to protect Jared now that his life is in danger. Years have gone by, but he has never been able to forget Jared either.

And perhaps now that they are forced to escape together, Jensen might be able to do what he’s best at: steal Jared’s heart one last time and win back the only person Jensen has ever loved.

His whole life was based on apologies so that’s why he was so good at them.  
Wearing them on his sleeve he always had one ready to pick, ready to tell.
When he was a child, his mother always came up with excuses why she couldn’t go to his baseball games and on top of that, she had to explain why his father was absent.
Absent for reasons she never really explained, yet kept dancing around, like a tribe around a fire. Always so close, yet so cryptic, just like him.
The one person who was in charge of raising him only taught him how to get away with lying and I can’t blame him for doing that all the time. It’s the only thing he has left of her. It’s the only way he can make her proud. Especially now that she is gone without saying goodbye.
Telling stories so real, yet they are nothing but illusions and dreams, smoke and mirrors, making him seem like the person he thinks he want to be. Who she wanted him to be.
—  Collab between the awesome @wordsfromthestorm & @giulswrites :)
17-year-old Remus Lupin

- a true peacekeeper

- but sometimes very strict

- especially to sirius and james

- more often was to prevent them from crossing the lines

- secretly liked being clung to by sirius

- easygoing

- the best person to spend time alone with

- maybe that’s why sirius fell head over heels for him

- had hazel hair

- nicely trimmed fingernails

- did not grow beard

- never left the dorm with messy hair

- but his hair was not meticulously combed

- and his bed hair was a true wonder

- was a neat-freak

- but wouldn’t hesitate to hug sirius after sirius’ transformation

- and may hug james reluctantly

- was never good at card games

- was somehow very unlucky despite his carefulness

- remembered everyone’s birthday, unlike sirius, who only remembered his and james’

- but may forget his own’s

- rarely laughed, usually just smiled

- had a slight crush on james during first days of first year as james was obviously too nice to be true with his ear-to-ear smile when james greeted him

- but then a huge crush on sirius after they got to know each other

- because opposite attracts

- but never confessed

- an exemplary student

- always did his homework and more

- loved by all teachers

- actually by everyone

- a cinnamon roll indeed

Literati Headcanon


The time has come. The book is finished. There’s only one thing left to do. It’s time to write out the acknowledgments.

Thanking her mom and her grandparents all came so easy. But when it comes to the person who pushed her in the right direction, the person who’s idea it was for her to even write this book, her mind goes completely blank. Nothing sounds good enough. She knows she wants to thank him. She knows the impact he’s had in her life. And yet, she just can’t find the perfect words to express her gratitude.

Perhaps it’s because she never had to say those words out loud before. She never had to verbally express how thankful she is for him. Come to think of it, she never got to thank him for giving her that wake up call outside the pub in New Haven, she never even told him how much of an influence he had on her decision to return to Yale, and especially now how he was the sole reason why this book is coming to life.

For the past few months, he’s been the one who spent countless nights with her at the Stars Hollow Gazette where they’ve been working tirelessly on the book together. Usually, they would just order in a ton of food and work in silence. It was crazy how the silence, as well as their witty banter and thoughtful conversations, all came so natural and felt so comfortable. As if they didn’t need words to know exactly what the other was thinking. But every now and then, she’d break the silences and demand they order Indian food, which would always cause a back-and-forth. It would drive him crazy and he’d threaten to burn the building down, but he let her do it anyway. Just thinking about that made her smile.



On that late afternoon Jess gets a short message from Rory “Can’t put pen to paper. Need a break. See you tomorrow.”

It’s already dark outside when Jess arrives at the Gazette and everybody has long gone home. He turns on the little desk lamp, picks up Rory’s note pad that was laying on her mac book and obscured the power button and starts the laptop. Just as he was putting her notepad out of the way, totally lost in thought, something on the handwritten draft caught his attention. He saw his name appearing at the bottom half, followed by a long paragraph that was all scribbled out. It looked like every time she would start a sentence, she would stop midway, and ended up crossing everything out. There was one sentence at the very end though that was very clear and very legible.
“I couldn’t have done it without you”.

When Hansung jumped in to save Sunwoo I was initially not going to cry. Because his expression was 10/10. But then, he started crying, Dansae (who is my favourite hwarang) looked so horrified and he was only just trying to protect his family but ended up killing his family-

Sunwoo’s promise of walking together with Hansung to form a new path would never get fulfilled because Hansung died in his arms like how Mak Moon did, and Hansung was the only one who doted on him so much and never left his side throughout the entire time in Hwarang House. 

Sunwoo let another person die for him even when he promised that that wouldn’t happen again. And that person was Hansung who he considered like a little brother to him, someone who never wanted all that power and riches, hated sparring wtih swords, who just wanted to be close to the stars and learn more about them, died because of the greed in Silla. (much like Wang Eun of Goryeo, except his death was less sad because his wife had departed so he wouldn’t have much holding him to life anyways)

Hansung had an unfinished goal, he wanted to show his Grandfather that he could be strong and that he wanted to stick by his brother whom he loved so much, and that he could take responsibility for his actions now that he was an “adult”. My friends, coming from a person who has writer friends, a character’s death is always sadder when they have a goal that is left unfinished, especially if it is one they’ve been working towards all their life.

And the way Master We Hwa’s smile dropped off his face like he knew something was amiss the moment Sunwoo stepped in carrying Hansung, Yeo wool’s disbelief and sadness at upon seeing his best friend dead. The other hwarangs, losing their friend and crying, and Master We Hwa’s speech at the end. 

That got me crying for an hour.

why the hell would anybody call mickey giving up everything for ian a good resolution to their relationship? he went to prison over ian and waited for ian to visit him and broke out of prison with one single person on his mind. he never even asked about mandy, literally all s7 retconned mickey wanted was to be with ian. and s7 ian is doing good, mostly happy, able to freely be himself, working with people who respect him immensely, stable and even dating somebody new. which is all great for him imo.

retconned mickey, without ian, has literally nothing left to himself: no home, no family, no friends, not even his own identity anymore. the only thing he got was the opportunity to live mostly free, albeit in a foreign country and completely alone, yet his escape was still partially motivated by ian. he could have done the 15 or 8 or however many years and then had the opportunity to lead a life without terry, maybe with mandy who’s also got her shit together. but no. now he’s a fugitive. and no matter how happy i am that they got to relive old memories, it’s not a good resolution in the slightest. mickey didn’t deserve to have his story end with him losing ian the one time he specifically asked for him. he went through way too fucking much for that to be an alright ending!!

"No Matter Where You Are or Who You Are With, I Will Always, Truly, Completely Love You" ~ Kyle Spencer

*Your POV*

Tears flooded my eyes as I heard Zoe and Kyle muttering words of love and affection. Little does he remember me, his best friend of ten years wiped from his brain. Not that I blame him though. It had been around five years since I had been sent away to the Coven by mom. I was just fourteen years old, him fifteen. He is my only friend, besides Cordelia, who did try her hardest but it never stopped the feelings of loneliness I constantly felt when around the other girls.

My depression and insecurity had flooded to the point of no escape. It didn’t help with Madison constantly being rude to me and yeah I get that it was her personality, but it still hurt like hell.

I hadn’t left my room in a months as I attempted to use my magic to block Nan’s from reading my thoughts or anyone attempting contact me. It left me exhausted, as I hadn’t closed my eyes for at least a month. I would use my mind to create slits up and down my wrist and legs, barely deep enough to keep me alive.

Shivering, I lit a candle with my mind and moved it towards me. At this point, I wanted to use enough power to knock me out. I wanted to sleep but when I did, I couldn’t escape my nightmares, hence I would tend to ignore it, but each day it grew harder and harder to carry on. My life had become a nightmare so I had nothing to loose.

Every time I think that I am close to sleep… or to overdosing my power or bleeding out my power switched on me, forcing my self to heal as if saying I couldn’t die.

Part of me wondered if I was the next Supreme and then Fiona would break down the door and slit my throat for me. Consume my power.

Nothing possible sounding better to me.

“Y/N….. Please come out.” A voice from behind the door called, “Fiona is…. Dead. We know you are eligible to be the next supreme. We are making all the girls test their fate. You, in my views have the best luck.”

The door barged open a creak and I opened my hand closing it.

“Please Y/N…. Please just let me in… ”

I laughed, smiling sadly and looked down, my hand still wide open.

Laughing, I looked at the door and nodded, allowing it to come crashing down and with that, I fell the ground, darkness covering my eyelids.

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It was something that Zoe had encouraged. I didn’t want to go, at all, especially with Madison, but Zoe insisted. 

Of course he was there and of course he didn’t go for me. He went for Zoe.

We were so close before I got taken.

We were sleeping that night in my tree house. It was cold. My parents were fighting. I had to sneak out in order to get the fresh air. I texted Kyle and he met me inside, holding my shivering body regardless of the cold white snow falling around us. He didn’t care… He knew I needed him… He knew my parents had began fighting again. I needed his warm caress. We were best friends, true, but he was the only thing that I loved and I loved him so much more than a friend. As soon as we managed to get inside the treehouse I was in his arms as he kissed my hairline, murmuring sweet nothings into my ear, humming soft melodies in my ear.

“Y/N…. You’re bleeding…” He muttered after my breathing had settled. Slowly, he pulled up my sleeve to see a cut on my shoulder. A lot deeper than he assumed as began to panic a little. Standing up, he tore a bit of the curtains and tied it tightly in order to stop the bleeding. “Your dad throw bottles again?” I nodded and he sighed sadly, kissing my check, “You are such a warrior Y/N”

“Really Kyle?” I laughed, “What about you?” He shook his head and I grabbed his hand, leading him to the wall where we both sat and I laid against his shoulder, looking into his beautiful eyes as he fought back tears. “Kyle? Why are you crying?”

He sighed, wiping a tear and looking down at me, “It’s just not goddamn fair Y/N.. And I got a feeling it’s about to get a lot worse.“ Sitting up, I moved my hand to his face, grabbing both of his cheeks, wiping away tears with the pads on my thumbs. Slowly and nervously, I moved my hands down to his waist, engulfing him in a huge hug while holding his lips on his forehead.

We were just teens, what should be the height of each witches powers. Yet he knew more than I as I was yanked from his arms the next morning, Kyle held down and knocked out as I was dragged away kicking and screaming. Then I was in this school with a women, Cordellia, who was a better parent and teacher than any I had had before. Girls came and left after me but I was the first one.

Then there I was, making eye contact with him again.

I couldn’t help but stare in shock. He looked the same besides being taller and more muscular. I probably have changed, growing weaker as stress had been a lot more recently in my life now instead of what it was then. Then was just…. depressing… I just tried merely to keep my head up now and do the best possible in my studies. But here was my past on a silver plate eight years later and I wanted nothing more than to go back. Slowly making my way towards I stopped, seeing him with another girl.

Zoe…

Zoe… the only one who was nice to me and genuinely cared. Sweet, kind, beautiful Zoe.

Of course.

She may have just arrived but she was already like a sister to me and I could see in her eyes how helpless she felt. How completely drawn in and in love she had already become, though knowing him for such a short amount of time.

Love at first sight.

Something I didn’t believe in until now and it burned like fire inside.

My satisfaction no longer mattered. Here was a girl, pure, broken, and now, touched by light from the same man who treasured mine. And I knew how important it was to have and hold him.

Nothing stays…

I cant have held him forever….

Yet why am I upset? Why do I yearn for him as we were once upon a time?

No.

….No….

I ran out and locked myself in my room, leading to where  I now am.

Alone in beautiful, numbing solitude.

And now I line in this blissful sleep where I hope I’ll never wake up.

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"I didn’t even know she was here…..”

“It would be hard to know because she’s been locked in her room for weeks.”

A small moan escaped my mouth as I was hesitant to open my eyes, disappointed that I had to even. Still, I allowed them to open. the light streaming into orbs at such a strong quantity that it burned my irises.

“Y/N… Thank goodness!” I heard the voice of Cordellia, “We didn’t think you would wake up.. What on earth were you thinking using your powers like that? You could’ve killed yourself!”

“Exactly,” I spoke, sitting up and blinking in attempts to see better. “Where’s Zoe? Queenie? Nan?" 

"Queenies resting. The competition has truly wiped everyone out. And the others-”

“The others?” I asked nervously.

“Dead.” Another voice spoke and I came to the realization my hand was being held, “Madison just….. disappeared.” I felt my knuckles stroked as I looked towards the figure who stiffened, clearly in slight shock, “You’re the supreme Y/N.”

K-K-K-K-Kyle?

“I do not wish to be supreme.” I spoke coldly, “Dellia can oversee the duty.” Letting go of Kyle’s hand I stood up, refusing to meet my “mothers” eyes nor Kyle’s “I have to go.” I grabbed onto the chair, feeling dizzy but not letting it stop me from slowly making my way to the door until a hand touched my shoulder.

“You’ve got no where else to go.”

Sadly, I removed the warm hand from my shoulder.

“You need to heal.”

One step

Two step

Three step

Four-

“C'mon Y/N… There’s no need for you to-”

Seven… Wipe those tears away. Don’t let them see.

“Y/N”

“Y/N”

“Y/N!”

“JUST STOP IT PLEASE STOP!” I yelled, falling to the ground in sobs, hiding my face in my knees. My head rung. My body ached. And I just felt a release. A release from being numb and concealing everything and it stung a lot but damn… I felt relieved.

Tears like a never-ending waterfall flowed and I looked back up at my friends a final time, seeing their upset faces I felt utterly disgusted in myself and used transmutation to get myself away from the area… Anywhere, where I could be alone.

And it brought me to the tree house.

Breathtaken, I immediately sat down in a chair and breathed. Inhaling the cold brisk air seemed to numb me and stopped the tears from streaming so fast but I still felt drained. I needed help. But what’s the point. I could heal myself.

All I could see was Zoe…So helpless… How helpless was she when she died? What happened? I fought to see her, closing my eyes and attempting to do all Dellia taught me, to go into the past to see her thoughts and revel their meaning but nothing such worked. Such a kind, innocent soul… Didn’t deserve to be set lose so soon and I should have died in her place.

I should’ve gone instead.

Why didn’t I go instead?

“Y/N…. You’re bleeding..” A familiar voice called out to me, grabbing my arm and wrapping something around both of them and grabbing my right hand. “Don’t run out on me like that again please.” He spoke and I imagined a smirk spreading up his lips when he kissed my forehead.  

Kyle….. My Kyle…..

Or Zoe’s Kyle?

“I cant believe you remember me….”

He laughed and wrapped me his arms causing me to open my eyes, “Why is that so surprising?”

“Five years.” I muttered slightly.

“Not enough to forget you…But clearly you’ve forgotten some things…”

“How could I ever.” I smiled slightly at the memories that came flooding back. “Your smile. Your kind eyes. Your floppy blonde curly hair.” I laughed, shaking my hand through his hair, “Sleepless nights in the treehouse… Like that night…”

“That….That night..” He sighed, “The last one.. They tried to make me forget about it. About you. I never did. I couldn’t. For a while I did believe that you were a mere imaginary friend that I invented out of PTSD.. But… But you’re real and actually there in front of me and somehow you’re standing taller and stronger than I ever thought you were. You always were strong enough for the both of us. But-”

“But?” I chuckled, leaning away from him so I could look in his eyes. “You cant fill me up with lies and then leave something out.” I smirked, causing him to chuckle muttering a small stop and leaning to repress his forehead to mine and looping one hand around my waist and the other running through my hair.

“You forgot what I kept saying that night didn’t you?” He said barely above his breath, movie himself closer, “That night before you were taken..”

I thought about it… And all I could remember was mummers. Frowning, I looked at him, a saddened expression of guilt reflected on my face as sad tears came down my face. "I’m sorry.” I sniffled leaning into him again as he began to shhh me.

“No..No..” He sighed stroking my hair, “Don’t… No more  apologizes… It just means that I get to say those words again… And I can repeat them as often as I please…”

I chucked, “Hopefully next time I’ll remember.” He echoed my laugh until, once more the silence…  This time… comforting? More than ever. “K-K-Kyle?”

“Hmmm?” He asked as I sat up looking into his eyes.

“Can you tell me?”

“Right now?” He laughed grabbing my hand.

“Right now.”

He smiled, pressing his forehead to mine and placing his free hand to my cheek.

“No matter where you are or who you are with, I will always, truly, completely love you.”

Overprotective El Diablo x Reader

A/n: sorry for not posting this sooner , with school in hardly had any time to write . And i used Google translate for the very last part so sorry if it’s not correct

Warning : guns , angry J

Pairing : (El Diablo ) Chato Santana x Reader

Plot : the reader is Jokers sister and she’s dating El Diablo.


Overprotective.


Have you ever wanted an overprotective psychotic big brother? 

Well then your in luck. 

Joker was never seen as a time to be a bid brother none the less to be a caring and overprotective big brother.  Yes you heard me . You are the only family he has left and you accept him fully,  even if he is a psycho. 

To everyone’s surprise you , his little baby sister,  were the only person who he actually,  genuinely cared for . You could get away with so many things others would be dead for .

But this time you were dead for sure .

You have been dating Chato Santana aka El Diablo for almost 6 months now and you still didn’t have the guts to tell him that you are Jokers little sister , nor did J knew about Chato . He would kill him on the spot for even touching you .

Oh so how did Joker found out ?

Note to self : KILL HARLEY LATER .

Yeah she walked in on you and Chato having a hot (literally) make out sessions. So of course she ran to tell J .

“Shit . Fuck . God damn it.  ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? !” you kept swearing while pacing around the room around , Chato , seems not bothered at all at the fact that the most dangerous man was on his way to kill him . How do you know . J sent you a text : i will kill both of you in all the ways in know you fear .

Now you knew you were fucked up. 

“Mi amor just calm down,  what’s the worst he can do?  ” he said looking at you slightly worried.  You never usually get so worked up over things .

“Chato.  Sweetheart.  This is my psychotic brother we’re talking about.  He will literally skin us and make a rug out of us ” you saw in a serious tone while trying to keep calm . Inside you were about to : a) burst into  tears b) melt in to your carpet c) explode all together . Probably the last one .

“Amor …” Chato started before you two heard a loud knock on your front door.  Your heart dropped to your stomach.  He was here .

“Fuck.”

That was the last thing you said before the door went flying of its hinges and landed on the floor 5 feet away .

You saw your big brother with a surprisingly sweet smile on his face as he walked to you . “Good to see you my dear sister.  How have you been doing? ” he asked the same smile on his face. Ok this was one : creepy as fuck and two : super uncharacteristic for him . You saw him look at Chato and he clicked his fingers . Suddenly there where like 20 men around you 3 . All pointing guns at Chato , who stood there without a single idea how to react . J slightly chuckled and looked at him with a dark and threatening expression.

“I will only say this once lighter boy . Hurt my darling baby sister and I will make sure to find you , torture you , brake you , hurt you in all the ways you fear . Show you real hell . And then kill you , slowly and painfully.  Got it ?” He threatened with a growl in the end .

You never seen your fire boy this intimidated and he has a skull tattood on his face .

“Yes sir .” Was the only thing he said . At this Joker smiled again “great ! Glad we have an agreement!  Now boys time to go home ” he said leaving the apparent “ill see you soon  (Y/n) ” he said before leaving.

It was now 15 minutes after he left and the two of you still stood in the same places.

“Mi amor ? ”

“Yes babe ?”

“Tu hermano es de miedo.”

“I know babe , I know ”

anonymous asked:

Hades becomes The Over Protective Parent ™ to Pidge because she's mortal and while she's very capable and no means in need of assistance she is still mortal and Hades is Very Protective Of His Children

Oh yes

I feel Pidge is just surronded by people who fully acknowledge she is capable but are still over protective as fuck.  Hunk’s always patching her up for little things, Shiro’s always making sure she’s not doing bad shit, Hades has informed her that should she need him to take her our a situation (like he does Lance) she need only ask

Lance is like, that older sibling who will encourage her to do really stupid shit that no one else approves of but he will also beat up anyone giving Pidge a hand time

Keith’s the person that she’s no problem giving the mortal a powerful sword, or sending her to climb the lava wall but with her arms tied behind her back because its training

Shiro’s number one goal at camp is to make sure Keith and Pidge are never left alone together

fic recs days - thor/loki part 2

part 1

Playing the Part by illwynd

Loki has long since realized that he is not interested in maidens, but his lack of visible exploits has left him the subject of the worst sort of gossip and conjecture in Asgard. Time to get a beard—but there is only one person he will accept in that role…

…as schoolboys from their books by Hermaline75

Loki is employed in Odin’s household to tame and teach his spoiled son, Thor, who at 16 has learned to charm and/or whine his way to everything he wants.

And once he gets over the shock of a tutor who won’t put up with his usual tactics… Thor wants.

Never Stop by karuvapatta

Mob Boss Thor needs to unwind.

The Vlog War by needleyecandy

The battle for New York is over. The war for Midgard has just begun. And it’s on YouTube.

One Million Bullets by umakoo

Sequel to my fic La Dolce Vita. Thor and Loki spend some quality time at Thor’s new villa in Greece.

Less Than by saruma_aki

Thor meets a small fairy while out in the woods named Loki.

He’s done stranger things in his lifetime.

White Lines (don’t don’t do it) by ohfreckle

Loki needs money, a lot of it and quickly. Thor Odinson may be just the man to help him.

Dead wings carried like a paper kite by illwynd

In the heat of battle, Loki kills his brother. As soon as Thor lies dead at his feet, though, he realizes this is not what he wanted. So he brings Thor back, and surely all is well again. Right?

Friendly reminder that the first person Marius talks to after he had just fallen out with his grandfather is Bossuet.

Marius who has to be absolutely heart-broken and angry, whose father has recently died, who has just made his grandfather kick him out, who has just left his financialy stable, secure life, the only life he’s ever had, who has no idea where to go, what to do, with next to no money and literally no one left.

Marius who then hears this random stranger calling out his name, a man he has never even met before and who just got kicked out of law school for someone he didn’t even know. A completely poor, young man who doesn’t even has a place to live, who does something nice for someone he has never met without expecting anything in return simply out of the sheer goodwill of his heart.

Bossuet is literally the first good thing that happens to Marius in this new, probably absolutely terrifying part of his life that just started.

He is like, the epitome hope here, that things might not be as bad as they seem. That even in the most hopeless times, there’s the brightness of unconditional human kindness.
I just. Love. Bossuet. So. Much.

You know what’s so heartbreaking about this episode? It wasn’t the ending (despite how awesome it was), no– it was the very beginning where Corteo passes by and hears Angelo telling Nero that “starting today, I’ll be your brother”.

What’s so heartbreaking is when you realize that the flashback Corteo has is the exact same scene where he tells Angelo the same words back in episode 1: “Starting today, you and I are brothers. And we will always be.”

What’s so heartbreaking is when you realize the face Corteo makes afterwards is almost as if he’s thinking “maybe I was wrong”. That Angelo never really thought of him that way, that Corteo was the only one who honestly thought with all of his heart that those words were true.

What’s so heartbreaking is when you realize that Angelo is probably the only person Corteo has left in his life. That, after being gone for like 7 years, he is no longer the same Angelo he remembers him as, but instead, is someone who so deeply invested into his revenge that he’s slowly becoming just like the people he despises the most.

What’s so heartbreaking is when you realize that Corteo was just an ordinary boy who could have lived an ordinary life selling his liquor, who could have saved up, and could have gone to college like he always wanted. But instead he pushes his dreams aside to join the Mafia (something repeatedly mentioned that he hates) because Angelo asked him to.

Because Corteo wanted to help his best friend.

Sasuke stans who think no one in the village ever bothered to help Sasuke in his troubles like Kakashi never focused most of his time training Sasuke instead of Naruto or Sakura and tried to convince him not to go down the path of vengeance because it would leave him empty in the end and did all this because he saw himself in Sasuke???

And Sakura and Ino and every other girl in his age group all trying to hop on his dick 24/7 (for reasons i’m not actually sure of), and Sakura was always trying to get close to him (for reasons I’m also not sure of)??????

And pretty much every other person in the village loved Sasuke even if they never even met him, like after Sasuke first left the village even Shikamaru said he thought of Sasuke as a brother for some reason?????

And y’all are like “oh horrible Konoha they left him all alone!!” Bruh, Sasuke was the only one who thought he was alone until he befriended Naruto (and vice versa).

“Oh horrible Konoha they wouldn’t help him pursue vengeance” HE WAS TWELVE YEARS OLD, A DAMN CHILD. Konoha focused young ninja on missions like “help this old man de-weed his garden” and “help the fire lord’s wife find their lost cat” (you know, all those missions Naruto was so bored of all the time????) Only in movies (made by Studio Pierrot, not Kishimoto) did they get missions that were relatively dangerous. They didn’t give children tasks like “hunt down the legendary mass-murderer that even our most elite don’t stand a chance against” BECAUSE THEY’RE CHILDREN. Have you considered they were perhaps trying to give him the opportunity for a peaceful childhood and not one of “GRR, MUST MURDER, MUST HAVE VENGEANCE”

“Oh horrible Konoha they never tried to give the Uchiha justice!!!” Do you not remember the first time we met Itachi (when Kishimoto just thought he was evil) that Kakashi, Asuma, Kurenai, and Guy all tried to take him down??? And failed??? If one guy is able to take down every single member of the village’s most elite clan single handedly, no one else in the village is going to stand a damn chance.

“Oh horrible konoha they killed the uchiha clan!!!” Because they were all planning a coup d'état, and it was either going to be the deaths of hundreds of innocent people or the deaths of the people planning the coup d'état. Even Itachi saw it was wrong and did what he did to protect Konoha.

Y’all can stop sucking Sasuke’s marty stu dick now. “oh boo hoo I have such a tragic past and I’m good at everything and every one loves me for no reason” seriously y’all need to Shut The Fuck Up.

Originally posted by crashthefandoms

Things I just can’t understand:

  • People who still hate Weiss.
  • People who for some reason took Pyrrha’s fate REALLY personally and can’t seem to move on or deal with the fact that characters die.
  • People who still believe Weiss to be “just a bitchy biggot”.
  • People who ignore character development in the show and claim the main team never developer or that Jaune developed more.
  • People who still hate Weiss
  • People who pretend Pyrrha’s fate only affected Jaune or exists only to develop him.
  • People who are toxic over Jaune being sad over Pyrrha’s fate or using the only thing he has left of her as a memento.
  • Using fanart or fanfics in passively aggressive way(ex: tweeting an art of Blake with different skin color to showrunners with hashtags implying writers are racist for not making it canon, creating fanart where various characters treat Jaune like shit with implication that that is how it should be),
  • People who think writers are racist for not changing Blake’s skin color.
  • People who take fanon as absolute canon(ex: “Those people could be Blake’s parents” becomes “They absolutely ARE!”)
  • People who still hate Weiss.
  • People who still believe that queer people are some special snowflakes that can’t just exist in a work because “it would not be natural”.
  • Selective ignorance - “I do not know what these problems mean so it must mean they don’t exist, those silly shippers are using some fancy terms so it must mean they are just salty”
  • People who treat characters facade and surface as if that’s all they are(”ex:Yang acts like a fun person so her being depressed is totally character assassination! Ruby is naive because she sems to be cheerful! Weiss is just a bitch for no reason because she is not always nice and friendly! and etc”), despite huge thematic point of the show being that how you seem is not always how you are.
  • People who hate Weiss.
All Back Part 2 (Skate Maloley)

Word Count: 800+

Nate’s POV

We stared at each other like we just saw a ghost. After a two years, we saw each other again. She was standing with another guy who was holding my daughter.

After she left, she never came back to get her stuff nor did she call to make arrangements with my daughter. The only connection I had to her was all of her social media. That’s how I first saw my daughter. Instagram. Now, here she is in person with another guy. Not just any guy. My best friend. Sam Wilkinson.

“Sam?” I looked at him. “You’re kidding.”

“Look, man-” I cut him off.

“No, you look. You came to my house every day for the past two years helping me get over her, but in reality when you left you were going to her and my daughter that you know I’ve been wanting to see?! You know how much it broke me apart when she never called or let me see my kid, but you were just helping me get over her so you could have her all to yourself!”

“Nate,” It was her voice. The voice I’ve been waiting to hear for so long since she left. “Leave him out of it.” I looked at her.

“Leave him out of it?! He is standing in front of me holding my daughter!”

“I’m aware, but he isn’t to blame for what happened. I am.” She said, calmly.

“Y/N. You have to let me see her. This is ridiculous.” I practically begged.

“Daddy. He scary.” I heard come from the little girl in Sam’s arms.

Sam looked at me, knowing how much anger just went through my body.

“Hell no. Hell the fuck no. No. I’m taking you to court.” I looked at Y/N.

“Yeah, right. They would never let you have more power over her than me. You’re a rapper while I’m a business woman and Sammy started working as a producer. You can take me to court, but I can already tell you nothing will change.” She was right. I was a rapper, but I get good money and I would do anything for that baby even if I did just meet her.

“Y/N. You can’t do this to me. I wanted her so bad. Please..” I’m so desperate to be part of her life. I just want her to know I’m her dad and not Sammy. He shouldn’t have to take part in that role of her life.

“She isn’t even legally yours. Sammy signed the birth certificate and has his last name.” She said to me. I was speechless. Could Y/N really go that low to keep my daughter from me?

“Wow. That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard. You really stooped that low. You are a piece of shit. I’m trying to be a father to my daughter, but I could never get ahold of you because you changed your number. I cheated. So what?! That is no excuse to keep me from her. This is ridiculous. To think you would get with my best friend is completely absurd to me.” I scoffed, “She is my kid! Not Sammy’s!”

“Aye, bro. You better lower it down and not talk to her like that. I don’t care how “low” she stooped, she’s protecting Aurora from getting her heart broken like her’s was.“ Sammy stepped in.

“She’s my daughter, she was my fiance! I would never do anything to put her in harm’s way. I love her, Sam. I want to be in her life.” I sat on the bench in the park we were at.

I saw Y/N look over at Sam, “No, Y/N. Don’t even think about it. She’s mine. You are not seriously thinking about it right now, are you?” Sam argued with her.

“Yes. I am. He has never met her. Just let him have her for the day and we’ll go from there. She’s still your daughter, babe.” She said. I was getting excited that she is actually thinking about letting me have her for a little bit, but she is my daughter. Not Sammy’s. I shouldnt have to get permission.

Sammy sighed, “Fine.”

“Yes!” I shouted and then quieted down with a big smile on my face.

“Okay, okay. Her name is Aurora Elizabeth Kami Wilkinson. She’s allergic to peanuts and bees. Her favorite food is chicken nuggets and she loves watching Spongebob. I’ll pick her up at 7.” I looked at my phone and it was still eleven in the morning.

“You named her after my mom,” I smiled. “Okay, no peanuts or bees. Chicken nuggets and Spongebob. 7 tonight. Okay, got it.” I smiled again as Sammy handed her to me.

“Hi, I’m Rora.” I chuckled at her not being able to say her name.

“I’m your da- I’m Nate.” I sighed, knowing I shouldn’t say I was her dad until she could understand. “Thank you guys so much. We’re going to have a lot of fun.”

Y/N and Sammy both kissed her head, “Bye baby. We love you.” Y/N said.

“Bye mommy and daddy. Wub you.” Aurora said and waved.

“Bye guys.” I said and put her in her stroller, walking away.

can we be honest? The only reason this chaol novella probably exists is because many readers- including myself- had no interest in the series after QoS because of the OOC characters and the lack of justice to character arcs and plots for the sake of a ship. I, for one, am never going to buy or read another ToG novel. SJM & the publishers are probably releasing this to get those readers who left to buy another book. It’s all about money.

Because we all know SJM doesn’t particularly care about Chaol. There is virtually no entry relating to him on her pinterest boards recently- she doesn’t TALK about him and she has constantly said that Rowan is her fav. So why the heck would she want to write a novella about a character who is far from her favorite????????

dear e,

you’re one out of three people i would tell anything to. but i can’t help but feeling like i depend too much on you. when you got together with your boyfriend you stopped talking to almost everyone. there was a week that you only said one thing to me. we had been best friends - you hugged me every time you saw me, we were never apart for very long - and then suddenly you were completely gone. when you broke up with him, i felt bad because i was so happy. i didn’t want you to be sad but you were finally talking to me again. i was your confidante again because i was the only person left who was willing to forgive you for ignoring them. but now i realize that even though we seem back to normal, every time you hang out with other people more or you don’t give me a hug or you don’t talk to me i get really depressed. i think that you hate me or that i’ve done something wrong. i love you, i want to be there for you, but you are too much. its not fair to me to depend on someone who isn’t always there for me. its not fair to you for me to base my happiness on your actions. so i have to let you go a little. and it tears me up inside. 

love, l