they are all capable of doing so much good or so much evil

46 Of The Most Beautiful Sentences In YA Literature

1. “You could rattle the stars. You could do anything, if you only dared. And deep down, you know it too, and that’s what scares you the most.”
—Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

2. “Because sometimes chance and circumstance can seem like the most appalling injustice, but we just have to adapt. That’s all we can do.”
—Gavin Extence, The Universe Versus Alex Woods

3. “I can’t seem to be a pessimist long enough to overlook the possibility of things being overwhelmingly good.”
—John Corey Whaley, Where Things Come Back

4. “Books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life.”
―Christopher Paolini, Eragon

5. “Because Margo knows the secret of leaving, the secret I have only just now learned; leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. But you can’t do that until your life has grown roots.”
—John Green, Paper Towns

6. “Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love.”
―J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

7. “I’m done with those; regrets are an excuse for people who have failed.”
—Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story

8. “Becoming fearless isn’t the point. That’s impossible. It’s learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.”
—Veronica Roth, Divergent

9. “The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”
—Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

10. “Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
—Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

11. “Don’t be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live.”
—Natalie Babbit, Tuck Everlasting

12. “Just because we’ve been … dealt a certain hand … it doesn’t mean that we can’t choose to rise above — to conquer the boundaries of a destiny that none of us wanted.”
—Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

13. “Some walks you have to take alone.”
—Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

14. “That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.”
—John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

15. “We believe in the wrong things. That’s what frustrates me the most. Not the lack of belief, but the belief in the wrong things. You want meaning? Well, the meanings are out there. We’re just so damn good at reading them wrong.”
—Rachel Cohn, Dash & Lily’s Book of Dares

16. “Why would you be given wings if you weren’t meant to fly?”
—Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

17. “Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.”
—Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

18. “It’s just that…I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It’s the universe’s way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It’s how life is.”
—Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

19. “The universe is bigger than anything that can fit into your mind.”
—Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead

20. “I try to think about how it all works. At school dances, I sit in the background, and I tap my toe, and I wonder how many couples will dance to ‘their song.’ In the hallways, I see the girls wearing the guys’ jackets, and I think about the idea of property. And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are.”
—Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

21. “Things were rough all over but it was better that way. That way, you could tell the other guy was human too.”
—S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

22. “What if evil doesn’t really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except our own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?”
—Libba Bray, Rebel Angels

23. “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
—J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

24. “It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean.”
—Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

25. “I can tell you that the end of a life is the sum of the love that was lived in it, that whatever you think you have sworn, being here at the end of Jem’s life is not what is important. It was being here for every other moment.”
—Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

26. “Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself.”
—Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle In Time

27. “Maybe who we are isn’t so much about what we do, but rather what we’re capable of when we least expect it”
—Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper

28. “People never really died. They only went on to a better place, to wait a while for their loved ones to join them. And then once more they went back to the world, in the same way they had arrived the first time around.”
―V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic

29. “Goodbye, I say, goodbye, as I disappear little by little into the middle of the middle of my own spectacular now.”
—Tim Tharp, The Spectacular Now

30. “But if I’m it, the last of my kind, the last page of human history, like hell I’m going to let the story end this way…Because if I am the last one, then I am humanity. And if this is humanity’s last war, then I am the battlefield.”
—Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

31. “The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like clouds, and she would ring them out like the rain.”
—Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

32. “Child, no one is ever ready for anything. I would never doom you to that. What sort of adventureless life would that be?”
—Alethea Kontis, Enchanted

33. “And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.”
—John Steinbeck, East of Eden

34. “Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.”
―Jandy Nelson, I’ll Give You the Sun

35. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: We all want everything to be okay. We don’t even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.”
—David Levithan, Every Day

36. “Doubt everything at least once. What you decide to keep, you’ll be able to be confident of. And what you decide to ditch, you will replace with what your instincts tell you is true.”
―Amy Plum, After the End

37. “Just as a river by night shines with the reflected light of the moon, so too do you shine with the light of your family, your people, and your God. So you are never far from home, never alone, wherever you go.”
—Karen Cushman, Catherine Called Birdy

38. “You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”
—John Green, Looking for Alaska

39. “There’s no shame in fear, my father told me, what matters is how we face it.”
—George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

40. “I know that the whole point—the only point—is to find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.”
—Lauren Oliver, Delirium

41. “We feel cold, but we don’t mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn’t feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It’s worth being cold for that.”
—Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass

42. “It’s a lot easier to be lost than found. It’s the reason we’re always searching and rarely discovered—so many locks not enough keys.”
―Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key

43. “On that cold night in January it all slipped into place for me and she became my everything and my everyone. My music, my sun, my words, my logic, my confusion, my flaw.”
—Julie Murphy, Side Effects May Vary

44. “Hope? Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there’s no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.”
—Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone

45. “[She] had always suffered from a vague restlessness, a longing for adventure that she told herself severely was the result of reading too many novels when she was a small child.”
—Robin McKinley, The Blue Sword

46. “Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels, but old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.”
—J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix 

The Dragon Angus Theory

I don’t know how many people know about this particular TAZ Theory but I discovered it last night in the TAZ Subreddit. There are thread discussions about this here and here. There could be more but these were the two I found.

In summary, the theory in general pertains to the fact that Angus might not be all that he seems, and that he might be a dragon in disguise. Specifically a Silver Dragon. Under the cut because this came out really long! (Don’t worry there’s a tldr at the bottom)

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or, lena tried to be a luthor but fell in love with supergirl instead

She learned of the plan sometime between Lex getting arrested and his trial. His eyes were crazed, the words spewing out of his mouth irrational and erratic. Of course Lillian agreed with him—of course they’d pull Lena aside and ask her to help. Of course Lena would fall into line as well. She was a Luthor, this was her family.

If her family asked for her help in ending the Supers…well, Lena would of course offer her assistance.

(It didn’t matter that she didn’t understand why Lex’s idea of revenge revolved around the Girl of Steel instead of her cousin—why he had decided to abandon his vendetta against Superman and focus on Supergirl. It certainly didn’t matter that Supergirl had done nothing to the Luthor family, that she had been miles upon miles away when Superman finally took Lex down, not even coming to her cousin’s aid. It didn’t matter that, by all accounts, Supergirl spent more time stopping other aliens than she did going after humans.

No, Lena didn’t understand Lex’s hatred of Supergirl, but she didn’t question it—didn’t ask for a clarification, didn’t ask for a reason. It just didn’t matter.

Lex was her brother, he’d asked her to do something, and so Lena had a job to do.)

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Villain or Hero Edition:

-“You’re going to save them and for what? They don’t appreciate you!”

-“You spill your blood for this city/village and for what? So they can never know the name of the man/woman who saved their miserable lives?”

-“How many times are you going to bleed for them?”

-“Aren’t you tired yet? Haven’t you had enough?”

-“Despair, misery, and chaos. It’s like air to me. But to watch them suffer is much more entertaining.”

-“Look at their miserable lives and tell me what you see. They’re just begging for you to end them.”

-“You’re conflicted I can see it. You don’t want to be the hero but you’re not evil enough to be the villain. So what are you?”

-“You can’t be nothing because you have to be something.”

-“You can’t be nobody you have to be somebody. They need you. Help them.”

-“You’ve shed enough blood. It’s time to stop. You’ve avenged their deaths enough.”

-“You’ve fought until your face was bloody, your ribs cracked, and your soul broken. How much more can you give to them!”

-“You won’t be satisfied until your dead.”

-“This city/village has torn you apart. They don’t deserve anymore saving.”

-“You’d give your soul to them? They won’t ever be satisfied until you’re dead.”

-“You give and you give and give when is it your turn to take?”

-“You’ll burn this city/village to the ground. Murder its people. And then will you be satisfied?”

-“I can’t watch you tear yourself apart anymore for these people.”

-“You’re cruel.”

-“You’ve been caught. There’s nothing more you can do so why are you still fighting?”

-“It’s over. It was a long war filled with countless bodies and bloodshed. So stop…it’s over.”

-“I know you. You aren’t this terrible person people see you as and made you become. There’s still some light within you. I see it…”

-“What has the world done to you to make you feel this broken that you feel the need to hurt other people?”

-“You hurt others because they hurt you.”

-“I can see the torment within you. I can especially tell by the way you mangle the bodies of your enemies.”

-“You don’t owe people anything else.”

-“You’re like the sun and moon. You can either be the light that guides peoples lives to a better world. Or you can be the moon and darken their world. Or- you can be an eclipse and be a little bit of both good and evil.”

-“What do YOU want to become?”

-“You’re the only one who can give others hope.”

-“If it wasn’t for you we’d all be dead.”

-“The histories will never know who really saved us because he/she didn’t want to be known as a hero.”

-“Don’t die for our selfish selves.”

-“You brought this upon yourself.”

-“You can either save lives or take them. So which is it? Who will you become?”

-“You say you’d burn the city/village to the ground. But what happens when you’re standing on a pile of ash and smoke with no subjects to rule?”

-“Your mentor molded you to be a monster.”

-“Your mentor molded you to be a beckon of hope for others.”

-“They will never bow to you.”

-“You’re nothing but a usurper from a foreign place to us. We will never call you King/Queen.”

-“You hide behind a mask all the time and I don’t mean the one upon your face.”

-“Of all the things to have happened to you are you still capable of love?”

-“You were born a villain but you will die a hero.”

-“You were born a hero but will die a villain.”

-“You’ve changed since we first met. You’re becoming something I don’t recognize anymore.”

-“You’re no longer a man. You’re a beast.”

-“Greatness was thrust upon you but you decided not to take it. Why?”

-“We don’t choose these roles they just happen.”

-“I won’t watch you die.”

-“What are you fighting for?”

-“Fates can be changed there’s still time.”

-“Your fate isn’t set in stone.”

-“There’s pain in my chest every time I see you in anguish.”

-“You never meant anything to them. So you turned into the thing they feared the most to leave an impression upon them.”

-“I wish you could see your worth.”

-“Your life is not worth the weight of gold they will pay you for helping them.”

-“I won’t watch you become someone I don’t recognize.”

-“I can’t even say who are you becoming because I don’t even know what you are anymore.

-"When they write of your history they will say it began on this day.”

-“Your scars are a reminder of who you were. So never forget who bled for this village/city. Who it was that saved the damned and the good. Who it was that almost died for them. Who it was that became a legend in their eyes. A legend to be remembered a thousand years from now.”

The Signs as Beach House

Aries: Sparks.  Aries is the youngest sign, and can be seen as a microcosm of life.  Their defining trait is their enthusiasm, and it is in this enthusiasm that they find their power, their immense capacity for good and for evil.  They hold so much fire within them, and yet, there is a certain simplicity and purity of spirit in the Aries.

Taurus: Somewhere Tonight.  Slow, steady, and stable, it may sometimes seem that Taurus has little going on in their life.  This may be true.  They are not always interested in exploring the extremities of life, but maybe they should be.  Still, there is a certain beauty in continuity, so long as it does not lead to monotony.

Gemini: Heart of Chambers.  Beneath Gemini’s many personalities lies a biting pessimism.  They tend to bury themselves with hobbies and interests and change in order to escape reality.  Gemini is much more complex than many may give them credit for, and a challenge they face is finding truth in themselves.  There is so much going on inside of them that it’s hard for them to land somewhere.

Cancer: Turtle Island.  The thing about Cancer is that they seem very dramatic, crying all of the time and making a big deal out of everything, but they’re not acting differently from the way that they truly feel.  Cancer has deep emotions, and they’re not afraid to hide it.  When their melancholy gets the best of them, they may retreat to sadness and be totally inconsolable, but I find they usually turn out okay in the end.

Leo: Lazuli.  If the Leo nature could be shrunk down to one word, inversely, that word would be “big.”  Even in the small things they do, they attract attention and exist with dignity.  They are fierce individualists, but they pay a fair amount of attention to the way others respond to them.  The goal of the Leo is to accept their magnetism without using it for manipulation.

Virgo: Take Care.  Virgo is defined by a certain ethereal quality.  Although they are Earth signs, something about them is certainly of the heavens (perhaps a trait borrowed from their sister sign?).  They are masters of service and duty, so what better song to represent them than one about taking care of others?

Libra: She’s So Lovely.  A beautiful, yet sinister song, there is hardly a better choice for the duality of Libra.  All too often, Libra is seen as ordinary or forgettable, when they are really masters of intrigue.  They carry immense power in the way they relate with others.  Whether they use this gift for good or for evil is up to them.

Scorpio: Beyond Love.  As a sign ruled by Mars, Scorpio may tend on the violent side, yet as a water sign, love is a big theme in life to them.  They seek this all-encompassing, transformative experience that is literally “beyond love.”  Scorpios can never settle for the commonplace affections that most people endure.  They’re after something spiritual.

Sagittarius: Zebra.  The carefree Sagittarian disposition may not be an act, but it can certainly be said that they have a hard time connecting with the consequences of their actions.  They value freedom yet rarely consider permanence, so they live in a state of absolute honesty and truth, which is sometimes quite admirable and other times highly chaotic.

Capricorn: Astronaut.  The sea goat’s journey is one of self-reliance, a quest to master themselves.  Thusly, they believe that they should carry the weight of the world alone.  Yet it is only when the Capricorn learns to trust in others that the are truly able to be their best selves.

Aquarius: Zebra.  The Aquarius is adamant about becoming unknowable.  They appreciate their privacy, and no matter how well one may think they know them, they always keep a bit of their character to themselves.  They are wild and free, but their inner Saturnian sense of responsibility keeps them in check of themselves.  They’re perfectly capable of existing alone, but they shouldn’t.

Pisces: Saltwater.  Devotional love comes like second nature to Pisces.  As the last sign, they are born with their hearts highest in heaven, and their love verges on angelic due to its pure, selfless essence.  Their love is boundless and perhaps not based in reality, yet it flows in endless waves forever.

each zodiac sign’s secret weaknesses

Aries — Anger: The sign quickest to anger, Aries knows this weakness well. They feel it coming and you see it in their body language. Their posture straightens and they learn forward. They try to restrain it, but it’s so difficult for them. They wear their attempts at restraint in their facial expressions. You can see them grind their teeth and furrow their brow when they are trying to control it. It’s difficult because it’s sparked often.  As the cardinal, fire sign of the zodiac, their energy is always pushing forward and their fiery nature is easily sparked. So, anger is truly their weakness. Life always teaches them to try their best to control it because it leads to fights and bitter relationships. But it is a never-ending battle. There are Aries who always try their hardest to restrain it because they are embarrassed by it and prefer not to deal with the ugly consequences. There are also Aries who just let is flow. But even the Aries who try the least to restrain it, know it often gets them into trouble. Fortunately, Aries cycle through anger quickly and have a generally positive attitude… most of the time!

Taurus — Intolerance: Despite Taurus’ goal of using common sense to hold the highest values, they usually fall short on one value - tolerance. They are sure of what they think and they know what they want. If someone disagrees, that person is simply wrong. This scenario reaches the point of ridiculous when Taureans are intolerant of people who are simply obstacles to something they want. When it doesn’t even concern values or ideals, and it simply becomes Taurus’s inability to tolerate anyone disagreeing with their wants and goals, Taurus’s weakness is at its worst. They are blinded to it and they don’t see it until they find someone who pushes back on them hard enough to stop the Taurus and jolt them out their narrow thinking. This Taurus common-sense thinking can be very black and white. Moreover, Taureans can be downright tyrannical in convincing others they are right and others are wrong. Yet, enough resistance from other people or the world usually widens their view and makes them see that there are other ways to see things.

Gemini — Being Curt: ​Sharp words and insensitive comments are Gemini’s weakness. Geminis’ minds are too active for their own good. The constant flow of thoughts and ideas doesn’t give them much time for sensitivity to feelings and consideration for polite behavior. The speed of their thinking doesn’t allow them the time for anything except the most direct, pithy way of stating things so they can move on to their next thought. It isn’t that they intent to be curt. In their minds, they are just being efficient with their own time and with everyone else’s. They honestly find it hard to believe that anyone wants to spend more than time necessary on any particular point or topic for the sake of feelings or politeness. Yet, time after time, they find themselves hurting someone’s feelings because they were too quick and harsh with their words. They see it when it happens, and it frustrates them because they know it’s a weakness of theirs. They don’t mean to hurt anyone’s feelings, they just don’t operate in a way that allows them time to address feelings.

Cancer — Being Vengeful: This trait is normally attributed to Scorpio, but it is definitely Cancer’s secret weakness. When Cancer’s self-defense mechanisms fail and this zodiac sign gets hurt or betrayed, they seek vengeance every time. Cancer is the most emotional sign in the zodiac and they need a way to deal with their feelings and make themselves feel better. Vengeance does this for them. The difference between Scorpio’s vengeance and Cancer’s is in the style, intensity and longevity of the effort. Scorpio is more patient in planning it, less outwardly emotional about it and they will stick to it for the rest of their life if necessary. Cancer’s vengeance is quicker and sloppier. Scorpio has more emotional self-control than Cancer. Scorpio can suppress the emotions so that they don’t interfere with their planning. Cancer has some trouble controlling their emotions so they need to get the revenge quickly so they regain emotional peace.

Leo — Arrogance: Leos easily fall into the trap of believing no one can do things as well as they can do them. Despite Virgo’s reputation for being the perfectionist of the zodiac, Leo is often the one trying to do everything perfectly. That’s great when it comes to their career, but they go too far when they won’t let anyone help them because they think anyone else will ruin it. Leo’s fixed, fiery nature becomes fixated on bringing their ideas into creation and having them come out perfectly, just like they imagine them. They can’t believe anyone else could care as much, or focus as completely on the task at hand as they can. It’s arrogant of them because they truly believe they are more capable than anyone else. Their focus makes them lose of sight of the talents and abilities other people could actually contribute to their projects. Their arrogance goes beyond work ability. It’s an overall tendency of theirs. Leos work hard at creating a great presentation. Their image is important to them, and they take great pride in themselves. It’s their inability to recognize the talents and contributions of others that causes their arrogance. Leos are so busy trying to shine brightly, they blind themselves to the rest of the people in the world who also shine brightly. Fortunately, their need to be honest and authentic usually brings them back to down earth. When their arrogance is brought their attention, they recognize it and do their best to snap out of it. 

Virgo — Being a Schemer: Even your closest Virgo friend doesn’t want to admit how they scheme. They will readily admit to careful planning and thinking through details, but scheming, no way! Scheming implies crafty, evil intentions. Virgos don’t have evil intentions. It’s simply smart to think about the ramifications of every possible course of action before choosing one. It’s smart to consider what will ultimately result in the best outcome for yourself. After all, they are our decisions and we all need to look out for ourselves. These are valid points, but it’s a slippery slope. Virgo’s ability to think through choices and outcomes is so well developed that they end up orchestrating, not only their own life, but the lives of those around them without even realizing it themselves. They are just so good at seeing the details and knowing how things will play out in the end, that they essentially become puppet masters. Like Oz behind the curtain, they keep their thoughts and plans to themselves. But the little comments, advice and warnings they can’t help dishing out to everyone, end up directing the course of events more than they realize. No, it’s not evil. But just like Oz, they’ll have you wondering until the very end.

Libra — Dishonesty: In their never-ending mission to make the world a beautiful, peaceful and just place, Libras too often take the path of least resistance and ending up lying. So often, it just makes things more peaceful and keeps things happy. There are two reasons for this. First, Libra’s tend to live in a world of their own creation where everything is nice and pretty. When something ugly comes around, they prefer to ignore it. Second, they don’t like to address things in a direct, head-on fashion. Rather, they prefer to keep things nice and find a way to address things that avoids ruffling anyone’s feelings or starts any ruckus. So, lying often becomes their course of action. It’s not because they have any evil intentions. In fact, their intention is to just to keep everything nice and peaceful. Of course, they don’t always choose to lie. Sometimes they realize that lying to kick something down the road and bit is only delaying the inevitable. So, there are times when they do choose to hit their problems or their enemies directly. When this happens, all hell breaks loose. They are perfectly capable warriors when they choose to be. So, excuse their tendency to take the easy way and keep the peace with a lie now and then. They are sparing you for your own good!

Scorpio — Being Petty: Letting the little things go is not an option for Scorpios. Losing sight of the little things is how empires collapse. Everything matters and everything is important. Most often, this mentality is fine for Scorpios. However, it can drive everyone around them crazy, and ultimately, it’s a trap Scorpios fall into without realizing it. They are careful people and much of their success in life is due to the care they take in their decisions. Yet, even they sometimes see themselves from the outside looking in, and they catch a glimpse of the pettiness in their lives. It can take them years to move past an issue, which, to everyone around them, seems trivial, unimportant or just dealt with already. Yet until the Scorpio moves past it on their own, they dwell on it. They spend a great deal of time and energy thinking about it because it festers deep within them. If it’s an issues with another person, it can literally drive the other person away because no matter how hard the other person tries to help the Scorpio move past it, they just can’t. Scorpios don’t realize how this seems to other people. It’s definitely a weakness of theirs, and at times, they do realize how it drags them down. Eventually, they always move forward again, but it’s always a struggle.

Sagittarius — Being a Prima Donna: The Sagittarius whose time is more valuable than anyone else’s is a common find. Sagittarians have no desire to sacrifice for success. They don’t believe in suffering in the short-term for long-term gain. That’s Capricorn’s forte. For Sagittarians, it’s all about feeling good as often as possible and setting up a life for themselves that makes things as easy and fun as possible. It’s a perfectly logical outlook. Life should be enjoyed, and it’s not that Sagittarians refuse to work or put in the necessary time and energy to build successful lives. Rather, it’s that they have no tolerance for doing any work or experiencing any more suffering than is absolutely necessary. It’s a fine line that Sagittarians are willing to walk, and again, it’s theoretically logical. In practice, however, Sagittarians often fall into the trap of becoming prima donnas. When they focus on this mentality so intensely that they constantly qualify the true value of anything they do as to whether it’s worthy of their time or not, it can seem like they believe they’re just better than everyone else. It seems like they think their time is more valuable than anyone else’s. In reality, they don’t think this. In fact, they believe it’s every man for himself. It’s each individual’s own responsibility to look out for the value of their time. So, they really don’t think everyone else’s time is less valuable than theirs, but it sure can seem that way!

Capricorn — Fearfulness: Capricorn is quite possibly the most realistic sign. As the universal, earth sign of the zodiac, it has the clearest view of the harsh realities of life. Capricorn doesn’t sugar-coat the world in its own mind and it doesn’t try to do it for the sake of others. It’s this point of view that also gives Capricorn its secret weakness of fearfulness. Knowing and often even dwelling on the negative, harsh realities of life, makes it clear that the world is a dangerous place. There is a lot to fear. Capricorns are prone to panic attacks, phobias, obsessive-compulsive behavior, generalized anxiety and depression because they focus on the harsh realities of the world. There are germs everywhere and many of them can kill you. When an airplane crashes, you are likely to die. Yes, something terrible can happen at any minute, but most people don’t dwell on this fact. Capricorns have a tendency to fall into this trap. It’s a weakness of theirs and they suffer with it. It’s difficult for them to move past it because it can be embarrassing and people really don’t want to get dragged down in it because it’s not fun to talk about. Fortunately, it’s that same realistic view that also makes Capricorn fully aware of their fears and give them the understanding that they must be dealt with so they have successful lives.

Aquarius — Being Judgemental: Above all else, Aquarians want to be impartial and level in all of their dealings with people or issues. For the most part, Aquarians are able to do this without much effort at all. As the universal, air sign of the zodiac, they know this is the correct way to behave and think. Yet, they are still human, and although they almost always behave in a level and impartial way, they still have judgmental thoughts. They repress them and try to disregard them before they reach their tongues, but being judgmental is their weakness. It happens no matter how hard they try to avoid it. What’s more, because they aren’t comfortable expressing their judgments, they come off as insensitive and superior when they do. It’s the last thing they want. Yet, trying to uphold the highest moral standards for your own thoughts and behavior and trying to help with rest of the world do the same thing is tough work. Aquarians do their best, but with this world view, they can’t help but see the selfishness and weakness in others and judge it as wrong. This all makes sense, and looking at it this way makes it seem like being judgmental isn’t a secret weakness at all. Afterall, we all do it, but for an Aquarian, being judgmental goes against their own morals and standards. In their quest to be impartial, the last thing they be seen as is judgmental.

Pisces — Being Delusional: Pisces actually prefer to live a fog. When things aren’t completely clear, there’s always room for change, room for error and time to just relax and contemplate. There’s a certain rhyme and reason to this mentality. When we try to make things cut and dry, we limit are choices and our ability to make corrections and changes, which in the end, are beneficial. Yet, this is Pisces weakness because too often, they let it go too far until they become delusional. The delusions can be about how they are treated or how they treat others. Or worst yet, they can be about how they treat themselves. A Pisces can have a delusion about their marriage being healthy, when in reality, they know their spouse is cheating on them or just plain using them. They can have delusions about treating their loved ones fairly, when in reality, they are taking advantage of them. If the delusion is about how they are treating themselves, it can be about not acknowledging how overeating or over-indulging in alcohol is killing them. Or it could be about how they are just allowing themselves to wallow away in self-pity. Whatever forms the delusions take, they are all caused by Pisces unwillingness to face reality. Pisces prefer to float in a pleasant existence that avoids encounters with the harsh ugliness of life. So, they create delusions where everything is pleasant. Often it’s harmless and it simply makes Pisces easy to live with. Other times, it can slowly eat away at relationships or lead to self-destruction. Fortunately, Pisces people usually know when they’ve reach the limit and they need to snap out it before someone gets hurt. They have the ability to see things clearly when they choose to do it.

Okay, so, I don’t normally post my own things, I usually just reblog other people’s wonderful and, frankly, amazing stuff, but I need to get this out.

I’ve been reading lots on how Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s ratings are bad, and to be honest, the second and third seasons were not the best. But the show needs to be renewed because here’s the thing: girls need heroes too. Not just Captain America or Iron Man - they need female heroes. They need to know that heroes don’t always have powers. Melinda May never needed powers to become a legend, she honed those skills herself. She became a hero because she chose to be one, and Grant Ward was not a hero, despite the many chances given to him, because he chose to not be one. Daisy, or Skye, was a hero before she even got her powers because despite her past with the Rising Tide and an abusive childhood, she chose to do some good. 

Girls need to know that being weak and breaking down is alright because it is a human thing and not a silly, girlish weakness. They need to know that silence can mean strength and dresses don’t stop you from fighting. They need to know that being a scientist, a person who loves learning, does not equate to having square glasses and dull clothes and no friends. They need to know that there are different kinds of strength and bravery and love. They need to know that you can have accents on your tongue and colour on your skin but it doesn’t matter because you are more than what men label you. They need to know that they don’t need a man to complete or define them, that they are extraordinary by themselves. They need to know that despite everything, despite the impossible, they can succeed because the only person you need to believe in you is yourself. They need strong women to look up to so they can learn to become them.

I’m fifteen years old. Asian. A second-year university student in a developing country with an anxiety disorder. It means everything to me to have an Asian female character to be able to look up to and to have so many other well-rounded female characters. When I feel like I’m too small, too young to be in university, and people call me a nerd, I think of Jemma Simmons and her two phDs in fields Coulson can’t pronounce and I smile at them. When I walk through dark alleys filled with shady men on my way home and my mom tells me to be careful, I think of Melinda May and her fearlessness and I become a little braver. When people tell me that I can’t possibly be smart enough to pass a class, that everything I say is only a bravado, I remember Peggy Carter and tell them I know my own value. I pass by them three weeks later with a certificate full of A’s. When I feel like I can’t possibly go on I think about Bobbi Morse unwilling to apologize for what she believed was right and if she can be that strong, I can at least be half as strong. I think about being different and Daisy Johnson will remind be that being different can mean making a difference, and as long as I’m showing people that a tiny, little Asian woman can kick their asses in class, then I’m making a difference because I’m showing them that we can, that I belong here as much as they do. And that is what Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. shows too. Or at least, the part I love most about it. The strength, the diversity, the equality, of women. And that is why, when people ask me what S.H.I.E.L.D. is about, I say, “protection.” Because S.H.I.E.L.D. protects me from the darkness of life, it gives me a place to fall back on, a place to remind me that I am strong enough to go through each day, and when I do go through each day, it is those ladies who poke my shoulders and nudge my chin up, giving me the confidence to look at life in the eye and tell it that I am more than whatever it throws at me.

Since I can’t do much to affect the ratings from where I live, I suppose I’ll just let my fondness and my attachments to these character out and hope that abc realizes how fundamentally important it is to have a show which gives girls the strong women and the representation they need to look up to, and that despite past mistakes, season 4 (especially 4x15) has been incredible.

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Small addition cause when last night I posted this little rant I did not expect so many notes but I’d like to add that Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. also has female antagonists, it doesn’t portray women in black and white, good or bad. The characters are so completely human and not exaggerated. It portrays women as they are. Jemma has panic attacks and Daisy made some wrong choices but they are both more than capable of saving the day using only their minds. It shows that bad things happen sometimes and you can be forced to make hard choices and all you can do is choose what do to next and that doesn’t make you evil or bad. It shows that women are capable of being villains, that we’re not just angels. And that is important because it reminds girls that being good is a choice, that we have the potential to be otherwise, that we can make men fear us as much as we can make them respect us. It shows that sometimes we make bad choices and people will think the worst of us for doing what was right but despite our human flaws we need to remember to put on our own oxygen masks first before trying to fix things. There’s a post somewhere about how Melinda May left Providence in 1x19 and she left for herself because the environment was too toxic and that speaks a lot to me because it reminds me to take care of myself and my anxiety first and leaving a place that no longer is healthy is alright. I’ve found my social anxiety taking hold of me less since I’ve found strong women, and more specifically, Asian ones too, to look up to. Because they show me that it’s all human to feel like that, and they have so many flaws but they can also save the world, and most important, save themselves. Real or not, the characters have had a profound impact on me. For that I have to thank the writers and the amazing actors. To the person who said to tweet this to the creators, by all means, go ahead since I don’t have twitter. But I realised I didn’t thank the writers and the actors last night when they’ve given me those wonderful characters, both the women and the men.

My Fake Boyfriend Part 10

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2960

Warnings: A lot of emotions, a lot of fluffy and a lot of against

@drinkfantasy thank you so much for being my beta.

You and Bucky enter the church hand to hand. As soon as you step in you have a bad feeling. “Doll, relax, I am here for you and it’s only a wedding, it’s not like you are going to war, trust me this is easier.” Bucky says kissing your forehead, he is trying to be funny but his tone is serious.

“How do you always know what I am feeling?” You ask sitting on a bench close to where your family is. “I pay attention to you, doll. You always bit your lip and you run your fingers through your hair when you’re nervous.” He says putting a string of your hair behind your ear.

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geniewithwifi  asked:

Fuck BRE. I'm still fried from Olicity overload. Instead of tidbits all season we've been overdosed with it all IN ONE EP!! #deathtoolicityfandom >>---> I do have a question tho, and it's about that last scene. Felicity said she understood why Oliver lied about William, and I know it has to do with Helix, but how does she understand? Felicity didn't lie to Oliver. She trusted him. he doesn't trust her not with Helix and not with William. So still not comprehending that last scene totally

the olicity was so real, girl, so real and intense and amazing wow

(Before I even attempt to answer this, I have to link to this post and this post by @cogentranting that absolutely nailed my exact thoughts on what happened.)

This is such a layered question only because it’s a layered issue, one that’s been churning and boiling for years now. It’s something that was set in motion way before Olicity even got together, one that is reflected in both Oliver and Felicity as stand-alone characters.

When Felicity said she understood, it wasn’t about the actual decision that Oliver made. What she understood better after last night was Oliver himself.

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She does know now, or at the very least she’s starting to, and it is just that understanding that let her see things oh so differently, that let her look back and see things from how Oliver’s POV. It has finally given her a level of understanding that she never, ever had before. 

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(god his face, look at him, he’s so vulnerable, but he’s also so cleansed)

It isn’t as simple as trust by itself, that was what last night was about. The problem (and the one that got them to the point where Oliver didn’t tell Felicity about William) is that Oliver doesn’t trust himself, and that was the driving force behind so, so, so many of his past actions.

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So I just watched the first two episodes of GoLion and it has a very interesting take on Voltron’s origins.

DotU basically just states Voltron is the protector of all that is good, enemy of evil, and was struck down by Haggar because it was in the way of the empire, and that Zarkon wants to destroy it.

However, in GoLion, Voltron (technically GoLion) is described as rampaging across the galaxy. It ultimately challenged, and was struck down by, some kind of deity, who scolded it for being unable to control its power.

The entire time, for the record, there is absolutely no reference given to pilots. She talks to GoLion directly.

So the “space goddess” strikes GoLion down, splits it into the five Lions, and flings them away, where they end up crashing on Altea, and it’s only then that positive connotations start rolling in- Raible (Coran’s counterpart) describes GoLion as having become the guardian deity of the planet.

So what’s really interesting about this?

A disturbingly large amount of it fits with VLD’s backstory of the Lions. The Lions were seemingly separated, considering Black and only Black from what we saw crashed down on Zarkon’s planet. Black is reforged by Alfor into the mechanical Black Lion we’re familiar with, but we don’t see what was in that meteor. Presumably, something heavily injured, if the only recompense was completely rebuilding her body from nothing.

But the Lions are incredibly close, to the point that they literally combine into one being. So they had to have come from a single source, that was then, seemingly, near-destroyed, and scattered.

Red is described as very proud, and while all of the Lions are fairly kind towards their paladins and one another, we’ve seen they’re an incredible force to be reckoned with, and not particularly kind to their enemies. And again, much of what the Lions are capable of is comparable to some of the nastier creatures we’ve encountered, such as the Baku.

Does this suggest even long before Zarkon had anything to do with it, there’s a troubled history to the Lions themselves? I mean, GoLion was hecking dark, in a way that Legendary Defender really isn’t- I mean, references to cannibalism, thermonuclear war, the total annihilation of Earth, Shiro being murdered… Dark. To the point of “I don’t even think you’re making a genuine point with this scene as much as ‘dude look at all of these suffering corpses’” So I wouldn’t take GoLion as gospel for everything, but it’s sure interesting.

       Although I respect people’s opinions, I can never bring myself to understand why there is so much hatred for Hinata. She loved Naruto since the very very beginning. I think that itself is enough reason to adore her because she was never against him. He didn’t have to prove himself to her and she acknowledged his beautiful personality before anything else. Meanwhile, mostly everyone had to witness Naruto’s physical strength before actually taking him seriously. Hinata was on Naruto’s side even before he could summon a shadow clone properly, before he could call himself a ninja, when everyone was so fixated on the nine tails that they treated him like he wasn’t human. 

     Forgive me if it seems like I’m comparing but when people put team 7 before everything, I close my ears. Don’t get me wrong, I love team 7 but when I think about Naruto, I don’t just solely think about Team 7. When we put team 7′s bonds before everything else, we are demolishing the bonds that Naruto shared with others. We are demolishing the fact that Naruto was alone. Every aspect (even the bad ones) in Naruto’s life should all be taken into account and not just a fraction of it. The fact that he found the woman of his life, I would think that people would be happy because the manga starts with this…

And ends with…

     If you truly think about it, Naruto’s life is being told chronologically from his years as a boy, to a teen, to a young adult, to a full grown man. The ending is quite beautiful because it shows us just how much Naruto has grown; the fact that he found love! Who would have ever thought that knucklehead Naruto would get married… being the first one out of Konoha 11 at that?! It shows that in the very beginning, he was bereft of love… and the ending is basically his earned blessing because now, he’s united with the woman who loved him even when he was just that kid who sat on the swings and sadly watched everyone from afar.  It depicts his adulthood. When watching this wedding, we shouldn’t be thinking “Why did it not end with team 7!” Instead, we should be thinking “Naruto has grown up” or “He’s not that kid anymore!” It’s his wedding. That marks one of the best days of his life. 

     Meh, everyone’s entitle to think what they want. This is just how I look at it. This is why I truly adore Hinata and the ending. While I do feel like Kishimoto should have added more into the ending, I am still grateful for the results. In fact, it makes me want to cry when taking in the beginning of the manga to the ending. Watching Naruto as that lonely kid and seeing him now…Kishimoto did such a wonderful job with explaining the aspects of Naruto’s life. I am so proud of Naruto. He’s accomplished so much and now he’s gifted with a woman with such a beautiful heart.

   She even faced death for him. We see this puny little kunoichi fight a super strong evil shinobi like Pein and lost with the intent of  protecting and revealing her love for someone who has saved her from herself; someone who broke the chains of insecurity and self affliction out of her. That itself tells you that Hinata has a story of her own. She went through spiritual battles herself so you shouldn’t trivialize her feelings and the role she plays in Naruto’s life. She’s a person too… and she is not perfect. People spend so much time with expressing their hatred for her character when even Hinata herself admits her flaws and expresses her need for change; expresses how she doesn’t even like herself. 

    In a way it’s kind of like you tell someone “I hate you” and they respond “I hate myself.” She’s not ignorant of her character flaws and that itself makes her even more of an incredible character because this whole time, she acknowledged her bad sides and it gave her more of a reason to want to change into someone stronger. Naruto was the prime source of her strength because he is the perfect example of what she’s trying to become. He motivated her to pick herself up and continue to work hard as both a person and a ninja. In return, she felt like she owed him her life which is why she didn’t care if she died on the battle field. Her sacrifice confirmed how strong and genuine her love really is. This moment in the manga defines just how strong Hinata had become over the years as both a person and a ninja.

      I don’t see why it is a problem that she wants to be by Naruto’s side. We are already aware of the fact that she loved him since young. When you love someone, being by their side is more like an instinct. This is why she impulsively intervened in the battle the way she did… and other times…

    And, you wanna know something that I find hysterically hilarious? Is that she actually makes it her duty to be by his side. She legit wants to protect Naruto more than he does for her. She wants to be there for him more than she is actually capable… and she BLAMES HERSELF for why he always ends up being the one to save her in the end. It’s hilarious because this girl legit loves this guy and there are still people that don’t actually realize that (I respect your feelings though, but still). Even when she is tired and out of energy, she still tries to make a way to be by his side. Even when she knows she will die, she still tries to find a way. It is plain and simple… Hinata LOVES Naruto. Period, point blank.

    But then again, who’s to say that she’s the only impulsive one? 

              Those subconscious feelings are stronger than a bitch. 

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Every time she helps Naruto, it is suddenly a “problem”. But, the crazy thing is… every time she DOES help him, he BENEFITS from it completely.

   He even admits it every time. If it wasn’t for Hinata’s encouragement, he would have never had the confidence to defeat Neji in the final competition. In fact, he probably would have gotten his ass kicked simply put ^_^ He even THANKS Hinata for uplifting him so sincerely. Naruto’s depression vanished very quickly and now he is back to being himself… positive and full of energy; full of life and strength. Turns out, he actually likes Hinata as a person and understands her better.

   Even her intervention during his battle with pein benefited him seeing that Naruto was going to die on spot after all. Next thing you know, he was able to meet his father, he was able to defeat pein, rewarded the title of the village hero, and luckily for him, he is still alive.  He even acknowledges that Hinata’s sacrifice was a “save” on his part. He knows that Hinata wants to protect him hence he clearly assured her that she has already been doing that.

        You want to know what’s really interesting about this panel? It reminds me of this…

     Mind you, Naruto wasn’t exactly confident about his match against Neji (Like I mentioned before). Hinata uplifted him very quickly just like Naruto was able to uplift her as soon as he sensed how dejected she felt for being saved by him during the war. They are both very good at encouraging each other. It’s like an “eye for eye” sort of thing because they have the answer to each other’s insecurity. You would think that Naruto would have shared his worry to this team mates for those who believe that Team 7 is EVERYTHING. But apparently, he didn’t. For a girl that he considered weird, gloomy, dark , and timid , it truly amazes me that he entrust telling her about his weaknesses than the people he’s been “bonded” with throughout his early journey as a ninja. I’m not necessarily belittling the importance of Team 7 but rather proving that it is NOT the most important thing in the series. We have to be mindful of other characters too because they contribute a lot to Naruto’s character alone.

     He even acknowledges the fact that she saved him from falling into the traps of Obito.  He genuinely thanks her and also acknowledges that she “stayed at his side.” So, if Naruto can happily come to terms with that, then I don’t see the “problem.” In the end, he is back on his feet and being the happy knucklehead that we all know and love. We should be happy that Naruto has people like Hinata in his life that will sacrifice a leg and an arm for him; like his parents, like neji, etc. When putting Team 7 over everything, you are forgetting about those other precious people and things that were put in action to ensure his growth, his potential, and the extent of his passionate feelings as a character. Deny it or not, Hinata aligns with all of that and there is nothing no one can do about it. 

   “But Hinata isn’t relevant to the series because she doesn’t get a lot of                                                screen time.” 

Does the quantity of moments dictate how strongly Naruto feels about a person? Are we really going to let time away from a character dictate someone’s relevance to another person? Because, as far as I’m concern, Naruto has never spent a day with his mom or dad… but they are still upheld as important to him. Sasuke has been away from the leaf village for over 2 years. Even in their adult life, Sasuke has been away from the village for around 12 years (if I’m correct). It doesn’t change the fact that Naruto and Sasuke are very close. If screen time was genuinely relevant, then he would have let Sasuke go over the years that he actually spent time trying to find him. Jiraya has been dead for quite a long time… but Naruto’s feelings for Jiraya hasn’t changed. He still cherishes his god father with every drip of blood in his body. Gaara and Naruto are from different villages (we don’t get to see Gaara all of the time) but even that doesn’t dictate his bond with Naruto. Shikamaru is not even on Team 7 but he and Naruto are basically close as well… just like the of rest of konoha 11. Iruka hasn’t had all the screen time in the world but who did naruto ask to be his father in the wedding? Naruto even cherishes that sweet adorable ramen guy (the dude who NEVER gets screen time).  So, can we please stop making everything about screen time? It doesn’t necessarily matter. The QUALITY of the moments he share with another character is what truly defines those special bonds. Believe it or not, he shared quality moments with Hinata hence there would be no point in the genjutsu meaning anything to him. Once he was able to genuinely decipher those moments, that is when he came to terms with his own feelings for the Hyuga. He was able to realize how he felt about Hinata all along… and it didn’t take THOUSANDTHS of moments for that to happen.

Search Party (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

OMG WHY ARE YOUR PROMPTS SO CUTE???? Anyways can I have a Draco x reader one?? Like they’re in their 4th year or something, around GOF, and reader is a gryffindor but legit acts like a hufflepuff and looses her pet, but like her pet is a rabbit or turtle and Draco is just like “wtf you lost a ___ in the castle???” Thank you!!! Xx


“Hermione, Hermione, HERMIONE! Can you slow down, I’m sure Hagrid’s not going to yell at us if we’re five minutes late to class.” You said, trying to put in your robe as she dragged you out of your shared room and out towards the hall. You had both overslept, you were all up all night trying to come up with solution for the first task of the tournament…none of you wanted Harry to be BBQ’ed by a dragon. Even Draco helped, much to everyone’s surprised.

“Honestly, Y/N, we’re going to be more than five minutes late, we haven’t even left the castle yet! And we need to make it to the field!” just to calm the girl down, you begrudgingly started running besides her and much to her delight, you guys made it to the field in less than 3 minutes, just in time. Hagrid wasn’t even there yet.

“About time you showed up, I was beginning to think Herman kidnapped you.” A voice said from behind you, making you turn around, a finger waving in the air  already.

“Draco Malfoy, how many times do I have to tell you to stop it with the insults?” you reproached as the he gulped.

“Sorry Hermione…” he muttered as Hermione stifled her giggles with her hand, she bid the both of you goodbye as she spotted the rest of the golden trio.

“I swear love, you’re lucky I’m rather fond of you because never in a trillion years would I be apologizing to a Gryffindor.” He joked, grabbing your bag and linking his hand with yours.

“Well I’m sure you never thought you would be dating one as well.” You said pecking his lip while he rolled his eyes at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled at you.

“Come on, Hagrid’s finally here and Potter is shooting daggers at me for keeping you away from the class.” He said as he led you towards the class, near Crabbe and Goyle and the Golden trio.

Care of Magical Creatures went on as usual, you chatted with Draco as you worked, trying your hardest to make him and the Golden trio friends. You can clearly remember when you told the trio that you and Draco were dating…

“Draco? As in Draco Malfoy?” Harry said, spitting out the pumpkin juice he had been drinking.

“OUR SWORN ENEMY?!” Ron yelled, as he stood up from his chair.

“Hm, that does explain why you lingered so much by the dungeons lately…” Hermione said softly, laughing at the scene in front of her, grabbing Ron’s arm and sitting him back down.

“I bet he hexed her! A love potion even!”

“Is he blackmailing you? Does he have Snape behind this plan of his? We could owl Sirius, or Remus even, they’re not afraid of Snape.” Harry asked, worried etched on his face as Ron’s frown deepened.

“There is no evil masterplan! We got paired up in Charms, after that we hung out more and one thing lead to another… I’m just letting you blokes know before anyone else.” You finished, blushing slightly. Harry was about to protest but Hermione cut him off.

“Would you two calm down? She’s perfectly capable of making her own choices, although I’m also trying to understand why, Y/N knows what she’s doing.” Hermione said, having enough of  Ron and Harry’s questioning about Draco’s intentions.

You chuckled at the memory as Draco nudge your side, pointing at how Ron managed to anger one of the Skrewts; Hermione was trying to soothe the angry Skrewt with food as Ron glared at it. Class was soon dismissed and you all headed towards the castle, you and Draco held hands as you walked, you could faintly hear Hermione telling the boys to stop glaring and to behave. You made a mental note to thank her later. Both the Slytherins and the Gryffindors had Potions after lunch so you all headed towards the dining hall. Since you had overslept, this was the first meal you were going to have today.

“I should’ve woken you up or something, but I doubt I would’ve been welcome ibro your common room.” Draco said as he laughed at the amount of food you had piled on your plate.

“Yeah, especially since the twins are still weary of you.” you joked back.

“I should be the one weary of them! Once Weasley told the whole Gryffindor dorm about us they pranked me nonstop for a week!”

“You gotta hand it to them, they snuck into the Slytherin common room just to mess with your shampoo, green looked good on you babe.” You said, laughing as you grabbed another roll of bread.

“Yeah, yeah, hurry up now, love, I don’t want Granger to scold me if we both show up late to Potions.” He said, grabbing two cookies and wrapping them up in napkin before stuffing them inside his robes. You bid his friends goodbye, Crabbe and Goyle waved back as Pansy glared at you, she wasn’t fond of how you would sit down and eat at the Slytherin table instead of your own house table but after Draco told her off the first time, she keeps her comments to herself and just glares.

Since it was a Friday, Potions was your last class of the day, and much to Snape’s annoyance, no one but Hermione was paying attention. Even though it felt like forever, class was finally over.

“Can you believe? Finally a Friday where neither team has practice! I just need to go drop off my bag and change, then we can go to the lake.” You said as Draco walked you towards the Gryffindor common room.
“I need to do the same, meet you out here in 15 minutes?” He asked, you nodded as you grabbed your bag from his awaiting hand, you kissed him softly and bid him off. You entered the common room, seeing Harry, Ron and Hermione already sprawled out near the fire.
“Hey Y/N! Are you up for a game of wizard chess?” Harry called out.
“I’m sorry Harry, Draco and I are going to the lake, he swears he can get the giant squid to do tricks like a puppy.” You said laughing.
“Alright, rain check then?”
“Absolutely!” You shouted as you ran up the stairs and towards the girls dorms.
“They’re cute together.” Hermione said as she watched you run up the stairs.
“A little too cute.” Ron grumbled.
“Come on Ronald, she brings the best out of him. Draco and his goons have been more civil towards us ever since they started dating and you know.” Hermione said, defiantly.
“She’s right, as much as I hate to admit it…and he treats her right.” Harry added.
Ron was about to say something when you came running down the stairs, a worried and frantic look etched on your face.
“GUYS! GUYS!” You screamed as you skipped the last two steps, almost tripping on your way down, luckily Harry caught you as he was already making his way towards you.
“Y/N, What’s wrong?” He asked as Hermione and Ron made their way to you.
“He’s gone!” You cried out, your eyes glistening with tears.
“Who’s gone? Who’s he?” Harry’ asked.

“Speedy is gone! He’s not in his tank!”
“Are you sure he’s not there?” Hermione asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“Yes I’m sure! He’s a turtle, he’s always in his tank and as I finished changing I went to check on him and he wasn’t there.” You replied, a few tears making their way down your cheeks.
“Isn’t he in a tank…full of water? On top of your desk? With a cover?” Ron asked, cautiously, not wanting to make you cry even more.
“Yes he is, well was! But he’s not there! Now are you going to help me look for him or not?” You said, glaring at Ron as he raised his hands in surrender. Harry and Hermione started moving the furniture around the room, you quickly took out your wand and whispered Lumos, and searched under the countless bookcases.
You heard the portrait hole open but didn’t think much of it, you were much too worried about your turtle.
“Thanks Longbottom, but I see her, don’t know what she’s doing but I’ve found her. Thanks again for letting mein.” You bumped your head in the shelf as you stood up quickly, hearing Draco’s voice. You immediately ran to him.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, love? Are you hurt?” Draco asked, voice laced with concern as he saw you crying. His eyes scanned you over for any sign of injuries.
“Speedy’s missing! I was in such a rush to get ready this morning that I must’ve forgotten to close his tank cover after I fed him. He must’ve climbed out because of the new plant I got him…I should’ve listened to Hermione, that plant was far too tall for his tank.” You ranted as the tears rolled down your face.
“YN…you lost a turtle, in the castle?” Draco asked confused but he couldn’t bear to you in distressed so instead questioning you he comforted you.

“It’s going to be okay, love, we’re going to find him.” He answered, kissing your forehead and wiping your tears. You nodded, smiling weakly at him. You and Hermione searched the girl’s dorm as the boys did the same in their perspective dorms. After two hours you all regrouped in the common room and began searching every nook and cranny.

“Love it’s almost dinner time, do you want to go down and grab a quick bite to eat and then look for him?” Draco said, you were both crawling around the floor, looking for Speedy.

“I’m not hungry.” You mumbled, sadly.
“Speedy wouldn’t want you to get sick, you need to eat something.”
“I just can’t believe he’s missing, Dumbledore trusted me to be responsible enough to take care of a turtle, oh Merlin what is McGonagall going to say? Why didn’t I get a cat instead…”
“Just last week you had a full out argument with Granger about how Speedy was much cuter than Crookshanks.” Draco said, making you smile.
“You know I was right, he’s the cutest pet in the castle.” You said, laughingly softly at the memory.

After a few more minutes Harry, Ron and Hermione told you that they were going to go get some food but that they would search along the way, just in case if Speedy got out of the common room.
You nodded and went back to searching, you still had to look by the windows and under the staircases. You were heading towards the stairs when Draco yelled out your name.
“Y/N! I found him!” He said, running towards you, Speedy safely in his hands.
“Oh Speedy!” You said, taking him from Draco’s hand.
“That’s it, I’m taking that plant out, you must be hungry, come on let’s get you back home.” You gushed, Speedy only stared at you, unaware of the anguish he caused. You were about to tell Draco that you were going to your room to put him in his tank but he beat you to it.
“Go, he probably misses the water, I’ll wait here.” Draco said, smiling fondly at you, happy that you weren’t sad anymore.
You quickly nodded, already halfway up the stairs but then came running back down. Before he could ask if something was wrong, you cut him with a passionate kiss. After a few seconds you broke apart, both of you flushed, and smiling.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, love.”

Free My Spirit (Bucky x Reader)

Originally posted by jamesbuchananbarnesisbae

Bucky Barnes x Reader Oneshot 

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Just a quick something I hate-wrote down at two in the morning. It’s probably shit. But I hope you enjoy it anyway :) This isn’t proofread at all, so please point out any mistakes. Thanks!

Word Count:1510

Warnings: mostly angst, some fluff, cursing


It was hard sometimes. Pretending to be happy, when in reality all you were was a broken shell of a person. Ignoring the ache for acceptance was becoming easier and easier, but sometimes, there were days when your spirit cried out in agony, wishing to be freed.

Others envied you, thinking that you were living ‘the life’ – a lavish, carefree life filled with flowing wines, expensive dishes, silken sheets. In a sense, that was true; you had more than enough tasty food to eat, an overflow of beverages and drawers of delicate materials that felt like they swam over your skin. But were you happy? No.

Being part of ‘The Avengers’ sounded like an exclusive and important job. All of a sudden, shops sold your face on birthday cards, little figurines of you for children to play with, magazines with your face disgustingly dolled up and photoshopped onto the front cover. People aspired to be like you, their faces filled with admiration every time they saw you. They called you a ‘hero’ and idolised you endlessly.

But you knew you were no hero. You were a coward.

A hero was someone who went through pain and still came out strong, not someone who is afraid of their own feelings. A hero is someone who opposes evil, who resists darkness. A hero is someone like Bucky Barnes.

You admired him not only because of his impressive physical strength and his friendship with Captain America. You admired him because he was broken, just like you. Yet, he still fought, trying to get the world to see him for who he really was, not who he was forced to be for decades.

God, you loved him, so damn much that it hurt. It was hard not to, with his charming personality and stunning good looks. He was always so sweet and kind, making your heart melt. He was one of your closest friends, always there for you when you needed him. You were happy, because Bucky was the light in your life, your safe haven.

It pained your heart to know he’d never be yours.

You were nothing compared to Natalia Romanova. Her fiery hair and sexy lips were enough to win any man over. Not to mention her natural grace and sharp wit. Oh, and her large bosom.

You’ve seen the way they look at each other. Longing, heated gazes thrown from opposite ends of the room, touches that lasted a second too long, secretive smirks half hidden behind smouldering eyes. It was obvious to anyone that they wanted each other, the not-so-subtle signs were clear as day. Your co-workers only encouraged them, telling them to ‘stop playing’ and ‘finally get together, dammit’.

How could you ever compete with the Black Widow?

These thoughts nagged at you as you performed your daily activities. You tried your damn best at everything, you really did. But she always seemed to be better than you in everything. Hit a bullseye at the shooting range? She hits five. Lift a thirty-pound weight? She lifts fifty. Gather required intel in one day? She does it in an hour.

You didn’t mean to envy her, but you really couldn’t help it. Everyone you ever gave a damn about chose her, not you. It really got on your nerves after a while.

Hence why you were currently swigging straight from a bottle of Smirnoff at 1 am on the roof of the Avengers tower. A mission was underway, once again finding information about a presumed HYDRA base. The mission was delicate, requiring the agents to dress up ‘fancy’ and attend an elaborate party hosted by a suspected HYDRA leader. You had eagerly volunteered, hoping that this could be your chance to show that you were, in fact, capable of acting like a dame. You were desperate to prove that you, too, could be seductive. You were even more excited when you found that two avengers would act as a ‘couple’ and attend the party. Your heart stuttered with joy when you discovered that the designated male agent chosen was Bucky Barnes.

Your heart dropped to the floor and shattered once again when you were told that the designated female agent would be Natalia.

Once again, that gaze was thrown across the room, making a lump form in your throat. Of course. You should’ve known.

You would never be chosen for a mission like that.

Pretending everything was alright was harder than ever tonight. Pretending you didn’t care about them was even harder.

The liquid in the half empty bottle sloshed around as you took yet another long slurp, some alcohol escaping down your chin, not that you cared. You didn’t care about anything anymore. You didn’t care at all.

The sky was clear tonight, constellations of stars twinkling at you happily, mocking you. Gazing up into the endless dark blue void, you wondered if a world existed, just one world, in which you could be truly happy…

Quiet footsteps interrupted your pathetic daydream. Looking around, your insides plummeted with dread when you locked gazes with the handsome supersoldier, who was still dressed in his smart, this-outfit-kills-and-I-know-it clothes. Quickly grabbing the vodka and hiding it beside you, you tore your gaze away from James’s caring eyes.

“Are you alright, (Y/n)?” He questioned, slowly sitting down beside you. You shrugged nonchalantly in response.

“O’ course. Why wouldn’t I be?” You replied, trying to appear casual.

Bucky sighed. “That”, he motioned to the alcohol hidden beside you, “tells me otherwise. Now, what’s going on?”

You scoffed, your liquid friend making you much bolder than you actually were.

”Nothing’s going on. And why do you even care?”

Bucky frowned deeply at this, looking straight into your eyes. “I care about you because you’re my friend, (Y/n).”

Ah, there it goes. That disgusting boundary. Friend.

“Yeah”, you answered, rolling your eyes. “That’s all I am. Anyway, how’s Natasha doing? Is she just a friend as well?”

Bucky looked stunned. “What on earth are you talking about, (Y/n)?! Of course she’s just a friend. Why would you think otherwise?”

You grabbed your bottle and took another swig, eyes filling with hurt and longing.

“I’ve seen the way you look at each other. Why don’t you stop playing around and just fuck already?”

The brunet gasped, looking at you with a mixture of shock and anger. “Do you really think I’m that type of person? Nothing romantic, just purely sexual?”

You shrugged once again. “Well, the way you shamelessly stare at her breasts brings that to mind, yes.”

Bucky ran his prosthetic hand through his long hair. “That’s very offensive, (Y/n). Both to me and to Natasha. First of all, I do not stare or want to fuck her, as you so nicely put it. And second, Natasha is not the girl I want.”

Hearing this, your heart seemed to crush.

“Oh yeah?” You practically spat. “Then who is? Wanda? Sharon? Or just a random whore?”

Bucky growled at this, getting up abruptly. “You’re wasted, (Y/n). I’m not having this conversation with you when you’re this drunk.”

You got up as well, your legs slightly shaky, a fact you chose to ignore. “Is that so, Barnes? Scared to admit who you have the hots for?”

“Oh, for the love of…” Bucky spun you around to face him, his piercing blue eyes blazing. “It’s you, alright, (Y/n)?! It’s you! From the very start, it has always been you. You were always there for me, you always made me feel human again. I love you!”

You stood there, frozen, not daring to move a muscle. You had sobered up quite fast at the yelling, and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Bucky loved…you?

“Me?” You whispered, a single tear trickling down your cheek. Bucky’s expression softened immediately, his arms pulling you close to him.

“Yes, you”, he murmured. “No one makes me feel like you do. You make me feel like life is worth it. You make me feel like someone finally gives a shit. You may not believe this, but I love you.”

A choked sob left your throat. “I love you, too.” You hoped to whatever God was out there that you weren’t dreaming, that this wasn’t just some cruel figment of your own imagination.

Bucky smiled, gently brushing his large hand over your cheek. Your breath got caught in your throat as he moved closer to you, eyes moving down to glance at your lips. You froze, feeling his breaths fan over your face and watching as brunet shut his eyes slowly and brushed his lips over yours softly.

Getting over your shock quickly, you gripped his neck and crashed his lips onto yours, shutting your eyes tightly as stray tears fell down your lashes. You felt like you were finally able to breathe; as Bucky’s kisses were all you needed to stay alive.

He loved you. James Buchanan Barnes loved you.

After all, there was a world in which you could be happy. It seems that your spirit can be free at last.


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#SaveWOY - Trending Fourth -Why does the WOY crew deserve an award?

Craig McCracken and his command did a great job, and I can say I admire each of them. My choice of the word “command” is not accidental, because when you watch any episode of WOY, you know that the creators have worked really cohesively. 

First of all I want to note an excellent choice of cartoon theme. 

This theme is  simple and complicated at the same time. So, it gives a lot of maneuvers for plot development, plot turns and experiments. Episodes “The Breakfast”, “The Eye on the Skull Ship”, “My Fair Hatey” (and many others) are the direct proof of the fact that the original ideas and experiments can lead to remarkable results. WOY has a distinctive art style. It manages to be deep and serious, remaining bright and colorful.The cartoon presents us unusual main characters, breaks the stereotype of a complete separation of good and evil, changes our worldview. WOY has a huge potential.The cartoon proved that it can grow. The storyline of the second season allowed the writers to show their full potential. The scenario grew, the characters grew and cartoon audience is growing too. The stories about the main characters, their backgrounds, development and change in their relationships, new turn of events, unusual situationand and much more. It’s very interesting.

This cartoon has taught us many things. 

 WOY is good because it gives us a solution to many problems that happen in our lives very often.  For example: “Every time we try to do good it just turns into something worse.” But we should not despair, we should go the right way. Episode “The Troll” teaches children and adults that violence is not the way to resolve the conflict. Episode “The Hero” proves that life is not a fairy tale. The hero can not be a true hero in our real life. Episode “The Toddler” shows the ideal model of behavior of parents who are bringing up a small child. I mean, there are so many examples.

Moreover, each character shows us some of the good character qualities, that we have to learn.

 Wander is a real good man, who uses only peaceful methods to make the world a kinder. Sylvia is an example of the fact that it’s never too late to correct the mistakes of your past. Peepers proved that your origin and your natural characteristics are not important. If you work hard, you will achieve your goal. Even Hater proved that each of us is able to change. We just need someone who will believe in us. “An enemy is just a friend you have not made yet”. There is no absolute villains in the world. Everyone deserves a chance to change yourself.

The creators showed what they are capable, they deserve a chance to do it again. We want to see even so much. Craig McCracken and his command have a lot of ideas. Any creativity should be encouraged. Then why this case is an exception? 

They really proved, that you, @disneyxd , can trust them the creation of the third season. I’m sure, they will not let you down. They were not afraid to be original, unique, honest and sincere. That’s why they deserve the respect of a huge audience. That’s why they really deserve to finish the story as they planned. Fans can thank the creators for all the good things they have done. But you’ll do it better if you’ll give them a chance. 

Manchester

The truth is, we live in a broken world.

The truth is, we are all caught in a battle of good and evil. In our day to day, often distracted and routine lives, we sometimes forget this. We become content with things of this world- entertainment, gossip, material possessions, popularity, fame. Things that will eventually become dust. What will remain when our material comforts disintegrate?

When we are faced with an act of senseless violence, it is shocking, brutal, disturbing, devastating. It frightens us because it reminds us of the fragility of our humanity- that we are vulnerable, and our time here is limited. It hurts because it reminds us that there is evil and violence in our world. That people hurt others for reasons we can’t comprehend. It’s not fair, and it’s not just.
But has our world ever been fair or just?

What do we do when faced with something so horrifying as senseless violence? A good place to start is to ask ourselves- what are we living for? Who are we behind closed doors? What kind of impact is my life making on others? Am I helping or hurting- or simply sitting complacently?

There is so much more to this world than winning a popularity contest, or racing to fill ourselves up and experience the most pleasure possible. There is a whole realm of good and evil right before our eyes. When evil screams out at us, we are asked to respond with the purest of good. People use the word “love” as an antidote, but what does it mean anyway? Many of us think of the “love” we see in movies- having a crush, getting butterflies, the physical chemistry between two people. But when faced with an act so insidious as senseless violence, love as having a “crush” seems almost insulting to our humanity.

There is a love deeper than anything that could be captured in a movie or song that permeates our entire world. This love is pure and true. This is the love we thirst for. Mother Teresa talks about this love in one of my all-time favorite quotes:

“At the end of our lives we will not be judged by how many diplomas we have received, how much money we have made or how many great things we have done.

We will be judged by: I was hungry and you gave me to eat. I was naked and you clothed me. I was homeless and you took me in.

Hungry not only for bread-
but hungry for love.
Naked not only for clothing-
but naked of human dignity and respect.
Homeless not only for want of a home of brick-but homeless because of rejection.
Only in heaven will we see how much we owe to the poor for helping us to love God better because of them.”

Another beautiful quote from Mother Teresa:

“Seeking the face of God in everything, everyone, all the time, and his hand in every happening; This is what it means to be contemplative in the heart of the world. Seeing and adoring the presence of Jesus, especially in the lowly appearance of bread, and in the distressing disguise of the poor.”

We are called to love deeply- not just our family and friends, but the poorest of the poor. This doesn’t just encompass those who are materially poor, but those who are lonely, rejected, and isolated- those who suffer from spiritual poverty.


At a time like this, when we feel horrified, violated and disturbed by the ugliness of evil, we yearn even more for the things that remain pure and sacred- picking up a child who is homeless and cradling her in your arms. A piece of music that makes you soar with emotion. Crying with and comforting a friend, and watching them heal. A married couple on the verge of divorce who miraculously finds the courage to forgive each other. The first breath of a newborn baby. Wildflowers blooming gloriously every spring after the bitterness of winter’s cold. A candle casting light in the darkness of a peaceful, old church. People praying solemnly, hands pressed over their faces. A genuine smile. The beauty of vulnerability.

Why do things like these bring so much comfort at a time like this? Why is it that music with degrading, defiling lyrics, maybe even songs we laugh along to in our daily lives, seems so insulting at a time like this? Why do so many people who never talk about God write on their social media platforms, “Please pray,” when something like this happens?

When faced with violence and evil, we remember that we are yearning for more. We are thirsting for something deeper than the shallowness of our world. Pleasure, lust and entertainment do not quench the desperate thirst we all experience. We want real love, a meaningful existence, to experience and taste something pure and sweet. In the book “Man’s Search For Meaning,” Viktor Frankl writes that humans can endure unimaginable suffering if they can find some meaning behind it.

Humans are capable of unthinkable, hideous evil. We are also capable of breathtaking courage and life-changing Love. We are called to more than this earthly life. The one question I ask, above all: if you were one of the victims of the bombing in Manchester, what legacy would your life leave behind? How did the love of God- the love that is pure, whole and holy, the love that forgives, nurtures, heals and the only love that quenches- how did that love shine through in your life?

And if you don’t like the answer- how will you change that?

Prayers and blessings to you and to all those affected by this tragedy. You are loved. You are worthy. And you are called to more than this.

willy wonka and the inventor mindset

roald dahl’s books, as fondly as i feel about them, have a habit of conflating good and evil with being good or bad at appreciating aesthetic things—just a bit too much.* what i like about charlie and the chocolate factory, but even more so about willy wonka and the chocolate factory (the 1971 movie adaptation) is that it gets much more specific about what exactly it thinks aesthetic appreciation does and doesn’t look like. so you have wonka, who is a kind of “perfect” creator. and you have charlie, who is a “perfect” consumer. and then you have this whole cast of characters that get taxonomized by their ability to appreciate wonka’s inventions.

*(matilda in matilda and charlie in charlie and the chocolate factory are both good-hearted children, mistreated and deprived by a world of tv-watching, cake-gorging philistines. the foxes in the fantastic mr. fox are starved by evil farmers, so they steal chicken and ham to have an enormous banquet. the big friendly giant in the bfg is tragically forced to subsist on the awful snozzcumber, but gets triumphantly served a delicious breakfast at the end. hell, james lives in a giant peach. we know the witches in the witches are evil because they do perverse things to food, eating pea soup and plotting to lace the candies in sweet shops with poison. the villains in his stories are, without fail, the greedy, small-minded and gluttonous. sensitive appreciators versus abusive authority.)

the “bad” young people, for example, consume unthinkingly, with the entitlement of never having been denied anything. the “bad” middle generation is too preoccupied with image and success to care about appreciation (the overworked parents). and the oldest generation is complacent and isolated (the bedbound grandparents). by contrast, the “good” young person (charlie) savors his chocolate. the “good” middle person, wonka, is a workaholic in the service of something beautiful. and the “good” older person, joe, has a flexible mind still capable of childlike wonder. (all present-day jokes about what a jackass joe actually is aside)

in willy wonka the people who are bad at art constantly attempt to prove their expertise, except their boasting only reveals how much they care about the wrong or trivial things. their motivations are egoistic. so on the surface, someone like violet “loves” gum, is always talking about the properties of gum—flavor, how long it lasts—but what she really wants is to be the authority of gum. when wonka tries to warn violet away from his experimental gum, she declares: “so long as it’s gum, then that’s for me.” and proceeds to authoritatively narrate her own transformation into a human blueberry.

some more ways that ego interferes with appreciation:

1. confident wrongness

WONKA: Now, don’t get overexcited!  Don’t lose your head, Augustus!  We wouldn’t want anyone to lose that!  Yet.  Now, the combination … This is a musical lock.  (He plays the opening to Mozart’s “Marriage of Figaro.”)

MRS. TEEVEE (decisively): Rachmaninoff.

2. irrelevant boasting

WONKA:  My dear Veruca, what a pleasure.  And how pretty you look in that lovely mink coat.

VERUCA: I’ve got three others at home.

3. cruelty or evasion in order to preserve authority

MR. TURKENTINE: What do you think [this chemical mixture] makes?

CHARLIE: I don’t know, sir.

MR. TURKENTINE: Of course you don’t know.  You don’t know because only I know.  If you knew and I didn’t know, then you’d be teaching me instead of me teaching you.  And for a student to teach his teacher is presumptuous and rude. Do I make myself clear?

CHARLIE: Yes, sir.

4. treating the unknown as “weird” or “disgusting” or trivial

MIKE: Boy, what weird looking coat hangers.

_

MR. SALT: What is this, Wonka?  Some kind of fun house?

_

MRS. GLOOP: What a disgusting, dirty river.

MR. SALT: It’s industrial waste, that.  You’ve ruined your watershed, Wonka.  It’s polluted.

WONKA: It’s chocolate.

VERUCA: That’s chocolate?!?

CHARLIE: That’s chocolate.

VIOLET: A chocolate river.

GRANDPA JOE: That’s the most fantastic thing I’ve ever seen.

what’s peculiar about willy wonka is that superficially, wonka himself is quite egoistic. he’s obscure, and glib, and his teasing would be nearly cruel if the people were capable of detecting that he was teasing. this is a very different quality for a “good” authority figure in a dahl story to have. wonka does not have the motherly kindness of miss honey or the grandmother in the witches. i would call the book wonka impish, but the movie one is downright trollish. i’m not even sure if dahl would endorse him.

compare this wonka exchange with the one charlie had with his chemistry teacher:

WONKA: (as he mixes a concoction) Invention, my dear friends, is ninety-three percent perspiration, … six percent electricity, … four percent evaporation, … and two percent butterscotch ripple.  

(He tastes.)

MRS. TEEVEE: That’s a hundred and five percent!

MR. SALT: Any good?

wonka is being undeniably evasive. he doesn’t expect the people to understand his process, and so he doesn’t share it. he doesn’t even bother to have patience. but unlike the chemistry teacher’s evasion, which is a wall that you can breach with flattery or obedience (ego things), wonka’s acts as a kind of filter. the right person will notice that wonka’s flippancy is the real explanation of his invention process. he is saying: the specifics of this experiment do probably matter, but actually telling you the specifics would just lead you to cargo cult the wrong things (imagine: people writing in moleskines because hemingway did), but here is the attitude that helps me discover the right process. he is saying: if you can think in this magical, imaginative, irreverent way that values beautiful things, you can probably make beautiful things too. people who are good at art, who are good at inventing, are often characterized by this kind of disguised dismissal. that quality that says, simultaneously: “you don’t deserve my seriousness yet” and “but i am giving you an invitation to play.” people that are cargo-culting the impatience of the competent do not leave these sorts of openings. they have no desire to be actually understood because if they were understood it would be clear that their motivations had to do with ego and not making something good.

the utter disappointingness of most of the golden ticket winners makes wonka’s impatience sympathetic. it’s understandable. but i wouldn’t say that the movie advocates it, exactly, and i wouldn’t say that i do either. it’s a side-effect of the good thing, but meanness is not itself the good thing. i say this because the end of the movie strikes an interestingly upsetting emotional tone. wonka yells at charlie, and it hurts because we know that charlie is good, and wonka is supposed to recognize that. his impatience was only supposed to be for people who don’t get it, not charlie. what good is wonka’s filter if even charlie wouldn’t make it through? and if wonka values joy and whimsy so much, why would he be bothered by charlie playing with the fizzy lifting drinks? but wonka is surrounded by half objects during this scene—half a clock, half a cup, half a hat—and we understand that wonka is just half-done person himself. imperfect, not magic, and lashing out because a boy he was hopeful about disappointed him (about the gobstopper, to be clear, not the fizzy lifting drinks). it complicates the bichromatic morality of dahl’s books, in other words, while still nakedly valuing the sincere appreciation of beautiful things. 

(EDIT: i was talking to my brother and he/we had the additional insight that wonka being disappointing to charlie and/or the audience conveys the idea that being disappointed in your idols–the way wonka is disappointed in everyone else–is a key, painful process of developing your own artistic attitude. maybe you don’t even feel disappointed, but simply aware that the idol cares about something you don’t, or in a way that you think is wrong. and you feel motivated to improve on them.)

Big Brother

Prompt: Combines 3 of them: Dick Grayson’s biological little sister, oneshot where reader is part of the batfam and when she get’s her first bf the boys get really protective and edgy, Batfam sister with a crush on Wally West

Words: 674


You can feel their eyes on you as you slip on your flats. “I don’t get why you guys are so edgy about this.”

Jason just scowls, “Men are evil creatures who only want one thing.”

You smirk, “Last time I checked, all of you were men.”

“Exactly, how do you think we know?” Dick adds.

“Look at Bruce!” Tim points out

You want to laugh, but you don’t. You know it would just hurt their egos, and they’re already stressed out enough. You turn to Dick, “Wally is your best friend.”

Dick shakes his head, “Not anymore. He broke the bro-code. He’s dating my baby sister.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re older by two minutes Dick, that doesn’t mean you get to dictate who I date. And we’ve known Wally since we were eight.”

The sound of the zeta tube alerts you to the fact that Wally has arrived. He come through with a bouquet of daffodils, and there’s the slightest hint of a blush on his cheeks. You smile as you walk toward him. Two steps in you realize your brothers are walking with you. You stop, and look at them, ”I’m eighteen, and perfectly capable of walking by myself. In fact I’ve been doing it since before I was a year old.”

They stop, as you move forward. You smile as you take the flowers, “They’re beautiful, thank you.”

He smiles and rubs the back of his head, “I know they’re your favorite.”

“I’m going to run up the stairs and put these in water, do you want to come with me?”

He looks around you at your brothers and shakes his head, “Nah, I’ll be all right down here.” Then he leans in and whispers, “I have to get it over at some point.”

You just smile and move up the stairs. A moment later Dick appears beside you, “If he hurts you I’m going to have to kill him you realize.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re just a tiny bit overprotective.”

He smiles, “You, every day since Bruce adopted us.”

“You’re my only living blood. We were born moments apart, and we’ve never been apart for longer than a few weeks. We learned to fly together, we learned to fight together, we found our family together.”

You nod, “I know, that family is currently downstairs interrogating my new boyfriend.”

“I don’t want to see you hurt.”

“Wally would never intentionally hurt me. We both know that. Maybe it doesn’t work out, and maybe it does. Either way we both feel something and we’d like a chance to explore it.”

Dick stares at you for a second, “No PDA in front of me, and I still claim him for our guys night.”

You hug your big brother, “Fair enough. You okay now?”

“Yeah,” he nods, “Go save your boyfriend, and have fun, just not too much fun.”

You just smile. You walk in on your three younger brothers surrounding your boyfriend. You break through their circle, grab Wally’s hand and the two of you go through the Zeta tube. You come out on the other side smiling, and Wally’s arm wraps around your waist.

“Well that was fun,” he states, as the two of you go walking down the sidewalk

You look up at him, “I don’t see any bruises or anything, so I’m assuming they were nice.”

Wally just shrugs, “Lord only knows what they’d do if they found out we’d been dating for over a year.”

You agree, “It was so much easier before Bruce found out. Know it all detective.”

Wally pulls you in a bit tighter, and kisses your cheek, “At least he didn’t rat us out. Now, let’s go get dinner!”

You laugh, “Yes, you haven’t eaten in over an hour, you must be famished.”

Wally pulls you in for a kiss “That’s why I love you. You understand me.”

“You love me?”

He smiles, and leans his forehead against you, “Yes, I love you.”

You smile, “Good, because I love you too.”

Toafo Uhila

Hey, Kat! It’s my birthday! Have a fic!

oOo

Their first meeting goes something like this:

It starts with a chūnin in a sandy village trying desperately to not die of boredom. It starts with a beautiful blond leaning up against a wall, dressed in casual clothing and watching the night life as it bustles around them. It starts with a drunk jōnin swaggering over and pinching the other’s ass, earning a yelp from the blond. “Very nice ass, sugar,” he slurs out and leans in to try and get a kiss, only to receive a fist to his face. He staggers back, dropping his bottle and reaching up to clutch at his now freely bleeding nose. His friends immediately leap to his aid, coming up in a defensive formation.

“How dare you,” the blond hisses and the hitai-ate with a leaf engraved on it gleams in the moonlight. Through his drunken haze, the jōnin staggers forward and raids the pouch on his thigh for a kunai, raising it high. Pale, white light glints off of the blade and the blond rolls his eyes.

“That is quite enough. I do believe I’ve warned you before, Eiji.” A redhead lands gracefully on the ground, lips drawn into a thin, unimpressed line. There’s a large gourd on his back and what looks like gold sand is spilling out from the opening at the top. “Consider yourself in quite a bit of trouble.” The blond shivers slightly, enjoying the glide of the redhead’s voice as it forms each word. Opposing village or not, it’s a silky smooth tone that he, if he was being completely honest with himself, wouldn’t mind murmuring filthy things into his ear.

Eiji snarls and takes a step forward, spitting out, “Look here, you—” but his friends quickly drag him into the nearest shadows and the redhead turns to the blond.

“You are well, no?” the redhead asks. “Perhaps you shouldn’t venture into things that you can’t handle.” Never mind. He wants to spike the other in the face. Preferably with the nearest, heaviest, sharpest object he can find.

The blond twitches slightly, the vein in his jaw spasming. “I,” he begins and it’s perfectly polite, a thin undertone of agitation gliding just underneath the surface, “am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” The unspoken ‘asshole’ does not go unheard.

“Well then,” redhead says and the amusement in the tone makes the blond want to murder him right then and there, “I shall let you take care of yourself, then.” And with that, he’s gone, the sand below him swallowing up his form.

“You absolute asshole,” the blond spits, scowling at the now empty spot.

“Hey, kiddo!” The blond spins on his heel and turns the vicious glare on the now approaching male.

Yes?” he grinds out through clenched teeth.

Jiraiya raises his hands in the universal sign of surrender and smiles like he isn’t facing a pissy blond. “You ready for the exams?”

Minato’s scowl morphs into a sharp smile that’s little more than teeth. “Oh, yes.”

And that was the end of their first meeting.

oOo

Their second meeting kinda goes like this:

Minato actually does get around to punching the redhead in the face.

“That wasn’t nice,” the redhead slurs and his voice is still amazing, even with a severely bleeding nose. It’s not quite as smooth as usual, just slightly rough due to him pinching his nose to stop the blood from getting all over his jōnin vest, but it’s still enough to make Minato shiver with need.

He’s only a newly minted jōnin himself, but the blond is certain that with both the Hiraishin and his Rasengen, he can take on the world. Maybe.

“Yes, well,” he returns, coolly, “maybe you shouldn’t startle me while I am making seals.”

The redhead rolls his eyes and curls healing chakra around his nose, snapping it back into place with a rather sickening crack.

Minato’s lips twitch up just slightly. He had actually broken the other’s nose with the force of his punch. That had been one of the most satisfying things he’s done in quite a while. “I do apologize,” redhead drawls, sounding anything but apologetic and Minato barely resists the urge to leap to his feet and punch him again.

“Liar,” he mutters under his breath, mentally cursing his weakness for smooth voices.

The other still hears him. “I’m hurt, pretty.”

He raises his fist and shakes it just slightly. “Call me pretty again….” Minato hisses and trails off, blue eyes gleaming with promised death.

“Very well.” the redhead says, raising his hands in surrender. “I shall see you later….pretty.” And then he’s gone, leaping over the rooftops before the blond can retaliate.

“You son of a bitch!” Minato bellows after him, fury painting every single word. He sinks back down to the ground and picks up his brush, mentally vowing to make the other pay.

He still doesn’t know the redhead’s name.

That was the end of their second meeting.

oOo

Their third meeting goes a little like this:

Minato’s smile is like death, all thin and evil with his lips pulled back to reveal far more teeth than psychically possible. The redhead in front of him shivers slightly and takes a step back, understandably wary. “Good evening,” the blond says, smile widening even further.

“Ah, uh, good evening, pretty?” It’s definitely phrased like a question and Minato’s eyes slide closed into little ‘U’s when the redhead takes a step back. The other shinobi in Konoha’s bathhouse, the ones who know about Minato’s vicious temper, carefully sidle out of the blond’s line of sight. They have no interest in being caught up in the explosion.

“Duck,” Minato purrs out. The redhead blinks confusedly at him for a moment and then yelps when the blond punches him in the face, again, as hard as he can.

“The fuck was that for?” he slurs out, clutching at his freely gushing nose.

“I did warn you about calling me 'pretty’,” the blond says easily, dropping his towel and sliding into the water.

“Honestly,” a third voice complains and Minato glances up when Orochimaru steps into the hot spring. A dark glare is all that’s needed to clear the entire place out, leaving just the three of them in the water and the Sannin relaxes with a sigh. An evil smirk flickers over their lips. “I hope you realize, Namikaze, that I will not be explaining to sensei if this becomes an international incident.”

Minato’s smirk is just as sinister. “Well then, Orochimaru-sama,” he says sweetly, “if you won’t say anything, then I won’t tell sensei about you spending lots of, ah, time with Hatake-sama.” He grins innocently when Orochimaru slips underneath the water, surfacing with a loud splutter. “Oops, was that supposed to be a secret? So sorry,” the blond coos, not sounding the least bit sorry.

“You!” the Sannin splutters, coughing as they spit out a mouthful of water.

“Should I come back later?” the redhead asks, looking like he wants to be anywhere but here at this exact moment. There’s a crack as he snaps his nose back into place for the second time in a row.

“I will string you up by your balls and feed you your own liver if you so much as twitch,” Minato says, a blue eye flickering to glance at the other.

The redhead scowls. “I don’t even know your name,” he complains.

“Oh? So sorry. I should give it to you, then.”

“Well?”

Minato shrugs. “I don’t know yours.”

Orochimaru heaves a ragged sigh and drops their head into their hands. “You punched a Suna jōnin without ever learning their name. Great. Just fucking great. And here I was hoping Jiraiya hadn’t managed to infect you.”

A beaming smile is his answer and the blond leans back against the edge of the pool, basking in the warmth of the water and the sunlight. “Sensei has been nothing but a perfect role model,” he says, the very picture of innocence.

“That’s…that’s what I was afraid of,” the Sannin breathes weakly, looking very much like they wish they had access to alcohol at this very moment. They sigh and drag a hand over their face, shoving dark hair out of golden eyes.

The redhead takes the chance to bolt for the entrance; he abandons his clothing and escapes wearing nothing but a towel, yes, but at least he makes it out alive and in one piece. Konoha shinobi, he thinks, shivering at the howl of rage that echoes behind him, are insane.

And that was the end of their third meeting.

oOo

Their fourth meeting is explosive:

Rasa’s in the middle of speaking with two other jōnin sensei about the final part of Konoha’s chūnin exams when what feels like a bucket of water is dumped over his head. A quick swipe of his fingers in the substance reveals purple paint. Purple glittery paint. The vein above one of his eyes twitches, and he can already see his comrades causally backing away from his seething form. Laughter echoes above him and Rasa spins on the ball of his foot, gold dust already writhing as it escapes from the gourd on his back.

There. On the roof. It’s that damn blond from before; the one who broke his nose twice already.

On a better day, Rasa wouldn’t even consider trying to murder an allied shinobi. On a better day, he might even laugh at the prank, then go take a shower. On a better day, he wouldn’t be brandishing a kunai and trying to rip someone’s throat out. Today…today is not one of those days, and Rasa snarls furiously, lunging forward before he can even get a grip on his temper. The blond dodges to the side, flipping gracefully onto another roof and covers his mouth again, smirking between his fingers. Rasa sees red.

“I,” he hisses, so close to actually committing murder, “am going to rip your throat out.”

“Kinky,” the blond calls back and his smile widens further at Rasa’s snarl of rage. “But you’re going to have to catch me first.” His form flickers once, then vanishes in a burst of yellow; he reappears further down the road, waves a hand, and then vanishes again.

Rasa screams in fury, his comrades snicker, and he immediately leaps to give chase. He’s going to drown the other in their own blood.

He still has no clue to their name, other than their last.

That’s the end of their fourth meeting.

oOo

Their fifth meeting is even worse:

Murder is not an appropriate way to deal with frustrating coworkers.

Murder is not an appropriate way to deal with frustrating coworkers.

Murder is not an approp— Rasa cuts his thoughts off halfway through the sentence and growls at one of his fellow shinobi. Not even three hours after he had attempted to hunt down and murder the blond—He failed, pretty miserably too—and his coworkers are already smirking at him.

“Quite the spitfire, ah?” one says, pushing brown hair over her shoulders, lips quirked up in that infuriating smirk Rasa has come to hate.

I will drown you in your own blood,” he hisses, partially because he’s furious and partially because he can’t leave that response unanswered. She puts her hands up in the universal sign of surrender, but the smirk on her face doesn’t change. Rasa narrows his eyes at her, darkens his glare, and hopes that nothing else can go wrong.

The universe, as always, likes to prove him wrong, and then laugh at his misery.

With a flash of bright yellow light, the blond reappears on the rooftop. He doesn’t even look tired, and there’s a massive grin on his lips. “Wow,” he says, looking pleased with himself, “only three hours before giving up? That’s sad.” He shakes his head slowly, almost like he’s disappointed. “Not a lot of fun with a chase. Peaks really quickly without touch and absolutely no stamina at all.”

Beside Rasa the brunet chokes, then starts laughing hysterically, mouthing 'No stamina’ like it’s a prayer from Kami itself. On her left, the ginger begins cackling and slumps against a wall in an attempt to stay upright. Rasa fumes, and because he’s petty like that, pops the cork on his gold dust just so he can flood the area with sand.

Glancing around when the dust has settled somewhat, Rasa’s already feeling smug at the sight of the ginger and brunet cursing his name as they spit the grit out of their mouths. His gaze flickers upwards, and the redhead is already preparing for the sight of the blond in the same situation, when he actually gets a look.

That fucking bastard is wind affinity and running a Kami-damned slipstream, the sand-filled air shifting around him, never once touching the Konoha jōnin uniform. Rasa would be impressed if he wasn’t in the middle of contemplating murder.

Just before he can actually use his chakra to fill the other with spears made of sand, he laughs, bows, and vanishes in a burst of yellow. The veins in Rasa’s jaw jump.

And that was the end of their fifth meeting.

oOo

Their sixth meeting is simultaneously worse and better:

“I would like to introduce my successor, Namikaze Minato,” Sandaime Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen says, gesturing towards the doors of the Halls of the Kage Council. Namikaze, Rasa thinks with a slight twitch, sounds awfully familiar. He glances up just as the doors open and snarls when a horribly familiar blond practically skips through.

“YOU!” Rasa bellows and slams a hand down on the table hard enough to spread minute cracks along the surface. The other Kages jerk at his volume, but the redhead is too furious to care.

“I wasn’t aware that you two knew each other, Rasa,” Sarutobi says, looking like he’s half an inch away from pinching the bridge of his nose.

“He broke my nose,” Rasa seethes. “Twice.” White eyebrows shoot up and Sarutobi actually reaches to pinch the bridge of his nose, an exasperated sigh escaping his mouth.

Namikaze smiles sunnily at him. “You startled me while I was working on my seals.”

“You punched me because I called you pretty,” the Kazekage informs him flatly.

“Yes, well, that too,” the blond says with a careless shrug, and Rasa makes a sound like a boiling teakettle. Namikaze merely beams in his direction and takes a seat. “Now, where were we?”

Murder is not an appropriate response to annoying Kage, Rasa thinks, sinking into his own seat with a mute sort of fury, but I sure wish it was.

Okay, so I’ve been thinking about Sayaka’s character as of late and my mind wandered to the infamous train scene, where Sayaka confronts two sexist young men and, consequently, has darkness consume her.

I’ve always wondered what the purpose of that scene was, exactly; Sayaka’s soulgem was already corrupted pretty much beyond repair before this scene even happened. After her confrontation with Homura, they could’ve just shown her breaking down, having the darkness consume her and then cut to the train stationscene with Kyoko. No reason to bring two random sexist men, whom we never see again and don’t even get the faces of, into such an important scene.

But then it hit me: the fac that these are two random men is what makes this scene so important in the first place.

Sayaka, from the moment she found out that magical girls were a thing, has wanted nothing more than to be a hero. She believed herself to be unimportant in the grand scheme of the universe, unable to even help Kyousuke, and wanted to change that. 

Mami was, on that front, a big inspiration to her. Mami was everything she wanted to be: confident, strong, morally sound, and above all, capable of helping other people. Sayaka put Mami on a pedestal as ‘the perfect hero’, and ever since she became a magica girl, has done her best to copy her. 

Mami, however, is very different from Sayaka for a number of reasons, the most important one here being that Mami is alone. Her family is dead, and to cope with that, she has focussed her life on hunting down witches, which in turn means she has no friends outside of that. As of the show, Madoka and Sayaka might have been the only two people she’d had prolonged positive contract with in years.

In contrast, Sayaka has a healthy social life. She’s been shown to have at least three good friends (Hitomi, Madoka, Kyousuke), her parents, though absent, are alive, and she seems to get along with the rest of her class rather well. When Sayaka died, it was news. When Mami disappeared, no one even noticed.

Mami can’t deal with her loneliness and the guilt she has over her family’s death, so she drowns herself in witch hunting. Protecting the city, defeating witches, is the only thing she considers herself worthy of anymore, or, alternatively, she believes that that is the least she can do to repay the wish she asked Kyuubey for, so she has made this her ‘altruistic’ goal.

This goal, while noble, stems from an incredibly unhealthy mindset that causes Mami to consider herself ifnerior to the lives of the city. However, Sayaka doesn’t know this. Madoka never told Sayaka about the conversation she had with Mami in the Sweet’s Witch’s labyrinth, where Mami admits her loneliness. 

Thus, Sayaka never realizes that protecting the city asked a heavy toll from Mami. Sayaka’s pedestal of Mami is untouched, and she continues to believe that Mami effortlessly defended the city because it was the right thing to do, while also having time for tea afterwards. 

Sayaka believes she needs to live up to this, and every sign of weakness is selfishness. She believes that she is a bad person for allowing the stress of protecting the city to get to her - Mami didn’t. She thinks it’s selfish of her to want to be with Kyousuke, because that’s not what her goal in life is anymore - Mami didn’t need to have friends or even boyfriends in her year. The reveal that her soulgem is now her soul reinforces the idea that she now only exists to protect the city: she is literally made for it now.

Sayaka, because of a combination of self-loathing, unhealthy hero worship, and stressful situation (having your soul ripped out from you will do that), now believes that she needs to abandon all other things in life, so that she can focus on protecting the city from witches.

And she does. She lets Hitomi have Kyousuke, she hunts familiars despite the lack of a reward, she spends all her free time hunting. Unsurprisingly, this does her mental state no good, and it starts to chip away on her sanity.

Then Kyoko happened. Kyoko, the selfish and bitter girl who is so much better than Sayaka. Sayaka tries to beat her time and time again, but fails miserably every time. This breaks her down faster than anything, throwing her weakness in her face and amplifying her self-loathng (’Mami would’ve beaten her by now’), and it also reinforces the idea that she is this city’s last line of defence: after all, all other magical girls are selfish pricks.

Sayaka decides that she needs to focus on becoming stronger so that she can beat Kyoko, and, above all, so that she can beat Kyoko’s selfish attitude and prove that good always trumps evil (yes, Sayaka firmly establishes Kyoko as ‘evil’, even if that mindset does get some nuance later, but I digress). She wants to prove that  she can protect this city, and that Mami was right about their goal in life, and that her sacrifices are worth it, in the end.

At this point, Sayaka has hinged her entir emental health on her belief that protecting the city is her only purpose in life. This is what causes her to spit at Homura’s attempts to save her life (however selfish they may or may not be): she can and will become a selfless hero protecting this glorious city.

Her entire mental health is now dependent on her belief that this city deserves to be protected, and is worth her sacrifices.

And then the train scene happens. Two random men, so generic that they don’t even have a face, sit before her. These are the people she’s trying to save: the average citizen of this city.

And they’re horrible. They are horrible, despicable human beings, worthless wastes of space.

And then, it hits her: these sexist pigs are what I’ve been protecting, this is what Mami died for, this is what I’ve sacrificed so much for. 

And she realizes that her city wasn’t worth Mami’s death, and that it isn’t worth Sayaka’s pain. This isn’t worth her sacrifice.

That’s what pushed her over the edge: the realization that she’d given her life for nothing. That she didn’t want to be a hero, not for this.

Her purpose to be alive crumbled, and what did she have left? She’d pushed away all her friends, her lvoe had left her, her parents are absent, she had been turned into a soulless monster. She could ask no one to love her anymore, and she had no chance for a normal life outside frome this.

So seh gave up, and let herself become the monster that she’d been fighting, and destroyed the city she’d been protecting.