this! could! be! amazing!

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i say
if i could make you fade away
i could play the game i know so well
it’s a fair trade

many of the things i said
are made from the beautiful things i regret

Happy Birthday to my bae of life, my tumblr bestie, the ever-amazing @maiabaneway. Here’s a BatMaia drabble, dedicated to you like you requested because you deserve the world and so much more.

“Oceanography and Marine Biology. An introduction to Marine Science.”

Maia looked up from the beer she’d been building and met warm brown eyes twinkling back at her. Bat nodded as he ran his fingers over the front page of the textbook Maia had brought with her with the hope that she’d get some reading done in between her shift and be able to pull off her assignment.

She hadn’t gotten any reading done.

“I didn’t know you were a student,” Bat said.

“Yeah well. I’m taking classes online. Hopefully I’ll be able to transfer to Columbia sometime this year.” Her hand reached to self-consciously rub at the scar on her neck, but stopped when Bat’s fingers wrapped around hers, his expression one of concern, awe, and that lingering appraisal that she always skirted away from. She knew that look. Had been the recipient of that look for way too long. Except, there was something about the way Bartholomew Velasquez stared at her that made her breath catch, sent tingles down her spine and had her swallowing.

She did right then, tongue flicking out to whet her suddenly dry lips.

Bat’s eyes caught the movement and darkened, before they flickered up to meet her. And then he schooled his expression, smiled, released her hand and stepped away from the bar. “You should be proud.” At her confused expression, he nudged his chin at her textbook. “Not many people would continue with their dreams in light of…” He gestured at the Hunter’s Moon and the numerous Downworlders that filled the bar.

Something about the tone had Maia look at him sharply. She’d had that exact same expression shortly after she’d been turned. It took Luke pushing and prodding her to keep at her dreams and sign up for school. And even with that, she’d wasted months believing that her life was over and there was no way she could have a semblance of a normal life. There was no way in hell she was going to let Bat fall into that same trap. “You can have it all you know,” she murmured. Bat braced both hands on the bar and leaned forward, the scent of his sandalwood aftershave washing over her in waves. She so didn’t need to know what the man smelt like.

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Probably one of my favourite things that’s happened this year is when these two girls went on the Australian version of ‘The Bachelor’ to win over a guy named Richie..

and as soon as they met on the show they instantly became friends

they both left the show and started hanging out lots

and lots

and lots

and then that friendship

turned into a relationship

:)))))

I’ve read lots of people write about how Yuuri is such a wonderful gay icon but what about Victor?! I MEAN

Come on

The guy has a pink ferrari for God’s sake 

AND HE IS RIDING IT WITH A CUTE GUY SITTING ON HIS LAP, ALL THE WHILE LOOKING CHILL AF 

He has been the pro of what he does since he was a teen 

he takes cute pictures with him and his beloved dog for the press

his whole country loves him

he is not only comfortable but happy to play both a female and male part

He can get away with those lines

this one speaks for itself

he has insecurities about his hair

AND HE IS SO GODDAMN DRAMATIC ABOUT IT

He is more beautiful than a disney princess

and he is a genuinely kind person 

AND

he gets to spend the rest of his life

with the cute boy he fell in love with 

and live happily ever after

really, Vitya is an inspiration to us all

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A thread about millennials and stories (sorry for all the typos I was fueled by too much emotion to type well)

Saving Lars theory

okay but hear me out.

Lars has acquired the same powers as Lion, yes?  We are somewhat sure of this.  The hair-portal thing is a given, but Lion can do some other cool portal-related shit like this:

which appears to be a relatively short-range warp system that increases exponentially when layered; this is what got our losers to the gem base on the moon even though Steven can’t breathe in space.

While this can’t be used to get Lars back to Earth, it sure as shit might be able to get him around the surface of Homeworld without too many people noticing him.  What I’m getting at is that he might be able to get ahold of a ship.

Except he can’t pilot one, and if anyone sees him getting into one of those suckers, he’s done for.  He also can’t exactly scout out a docking station to tell when a relatively small craft is docked and emptied out enough to be hijacked.

So he needs a gem to come with him to pilot that sucker, and to keep an eye on the docks.  The other off-colors can only do so much; they’re awfully conspicuous.  Some, like Fluorite, are also friggin’ huge and the odds of Lars fitting them all into one portal is… not great.

So he needs a small, innocuous pilot who is completely at home navigating modern Homeworld.

HER TIME HAS COME.

i complain about season 3 a lot (with good reason; also, i’m right) but i am literally so completely, profoundly grateful for allura’s pink armor. like, voltron has messed up a lot of things but they absolutely got this armor right. they took allura’s armor which, in the original series, was pink to represent her status as the One Female In The Group, and turned it into something that honors the dead. the voltron writers have altered our perception of the color pink, and therefore our associations with it. pink is not a ‘girly color.’ pink is not weak, or delicate, or fragile. pink is power, and remembrance, and a symbol for everyone because everyone has lost someone.

allura is strong, and beautiful, and feminine, and pink.

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female awesome meme; 5/5 female antagonists: katherine pierce (the vampire diaries)
“i will rip this town apart until it rains blood.”

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It was at this moment when I first read this comic that I realized the potential of Kory’s character

[Teen Titans (2003) #13]

anonymous asked:

Can you make a thread about BTS members with confetti flying around? Can you make a few per member? It's so pretty and the skills of photographer-nims are amazing. Thank you 😄

say no more - Jia 

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taehyung 

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

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

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

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

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

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