this one could be better ; ;


T: Have you ever been escorted out by security?

J: Uh, from a show? I don’t know…

T: Your own show?

J: I guess just in general, no. I wish that I could say yes.

T: I feel like you should say yes.

J: Yeah. I get into a lot of trouble, I cause scenes and major trouble. 

T: It’s better for our band if you do.


Holmes Family Christmas

Mrs. Holmes: Oh I just wish Eurus could be here to see this

Mr. Holmes: It’s alright darling, she’s in a better place

Mycroft: *looking down guiltily, thinking of his sister in a jail cell*

Sherlock: Who in the bloody heck is Eurus 


I used to be really scared of where I’d be in my life when I’m 25, but skip ahead a few years later and those doubts and fears are straight up gone. 

I could have been in a better place than where I am sure, but I fought through my hardships and became a better person because of it. 

I wanted to quit. More than once. I was so worn down I just wanted to drop everything and cast my fate to the winds. 

I tried again every time just to see what would happen. With nothing to lose and everything to gain I manged to succeed. 

If there one thing I’ve learned, it’s that even with those feelings of hopelessness looming over you, you can still fight. 

You can still win.  

hologram and flamingo, superimposed / a garden of ghosts

I planted a ghost in my yard
a garden of ghosts
I will pour them with moonlight for a better growth
speedy bearing of transparent fruits

I shall
violate my words
and throw them into dirt

I am I unless
stated otherwise

I am a universe
a universe


as is

as in

it lasts
as lists
it lasts

at least
it lasts

the only medium in which
I could have written “I love you,”
is a brick of soap
and the white tiled wall


latex; no–
no longer

if          I           could          keep         silence

silence          would         have          kept        me

I would sustain my living on two crumbs:
one, shared with furry birds,
another, with the disembodied tongue of flame.
I would have done it
as I had had it done
if I was not afraid
to find myself
in a sterile room.

see you
in demolished




have you seen Narcissus?
       where is he?

who are you?

is the absence of memory
a rectangular

sacral space of the temple; tombs with female silhouettes stopped mid-collapse, in their silent crying over the graves–a mosaicked floor with a crack running across the whole width, I imagine. strange why one can never dwell in such spaces and why should they be quickly substituted for something else.
“ok,” he said. “back to nihil.”
it is a wrinkle on the surface of existence
a transparent kiss transmitted through wireless network
you were so hot.” exterminating fire.
nothing adorns a woman like        her lover
                       her son           her husband
her position                      her former husband                            her past
her title                                 a president                                      her future
her profession                           of a country
her family                            or enterprise
her hair                                       her purse                                  her make up
                         no                      no                   her garden
              her trained, attended to, her dried, her cared-for body
        nothing adorns a woman like the Nobel prize in literature
                       better yet                                                                    a scare
             diamonds        a bevy of female friends
            a mansion        a green lawn
                                    a poodle eating noodles
                her daughter                
           her pierced nose
         her purple hair
     no pink
 her long eyelashes                      nothing
            adorns a

A year and a half ago ago I had a crush on a girl in one of my classes. Her eyes were beautiful and bright, her smile stunning, the freckles on her cheeks were like the constellations in the sky. As I got to know her better I came to see just how kind and funny she was; she was all a girl could want. Sadly another girl asked her out, they started dating and so I distanced myself from her and tried to forget her.

This year I had a cooking class with her and we talked some more. I found out that things didn’t work out with her girlfriend and they had broken up a while back. Getting to bake together, make awful puns, and just enjoy being around her, my feelings came right back. For several months things went on like this and it seemed like she felt something for me too. We started holding hands and people began asking if we were dating, both of us would freeze up, unsure how to respond.

Ultimately a friend of her’s encouraged her to ask me out at the beginning of December– she was so nervous, her last relationship was not good for her and she was scared to enter another relationship because of that, I was worried because I had never been in a relationship before.
We started dating and wow… we both have been so happy together despite our initial fears. Being with her was worth the wait, she fills me with so much love ❤️

anonymous asked:

What are your thinky thoughts about ep 15 if you don't mind sharing them? In my case, and ignoring those stupid spoilers but basing my thoughts on the sypnosis released, I think there are two ways in which Lena could be involved: #1They want to make Lena evil so she's involved with that plot, maybe she has something to do with the aliens disappearing? I hope this is NOT the case. #2 Alex is after cadmus and lena's gonna help. Maybe they're breaking the rules by telling her about supergirl? (1)

(2) I think option #1 could be possible if they want to go with evil Lena or if the theories are true and she’s involved with the checkmate organization, however I think it would be stupid if they introduce this plot and its resolved in just one episode, unless they have Lena escape somehow. I just think that would work better for a bigger arc, once Katie is available. That’s why I think option #2 could be also possible. She just helps them, and then we get her back later once mon’s arc is over

Of course I don’t mind :) Though I admit my mind has been a bit of a jumbled mess when it comes to all of this.

I, like several others, have definitely considered the Checkmate option and I think that would be so amazing! Part of me thinks it is reaching a bit but I love the thought and definitely would like for it to happen. The arc would have the potential to be amazing! I am still refreshing my knowledge on Checkmate but what I enjoy about them and this theory is that they are morally gray. With that, if these theories pan out, being a high-up member of Checkmate wouldn’t necessarily have to make Lena evil. She could still very much be a good friend and ally to Kara/Supergirl. I see apprehension and maybe a slight lack of trust when Lena reveals herself. But they have established a strong enough relationship that they could move past it and work together.

On the other hand, I definitely think that Lena is actually good and is more determined than ever to take down Lillian and CADMUS and could have a hand in assisting Kara, Alex and the DEO in doing this. The synopsis mentioned that Alex will have to break some rules to foil CADMUS so perhaps Lena getting involved is part of that?

The chess scene is what lead me to that theory. I know there are many that say it foreshadows her being evil. However, I really do think it, combined with her flashback, show that now she knows she really is a Luthor which grants her even more power to reshape the legacy of the Luthor name. The only problem she has left to deal with is Lillian and she is ready to play her white knight to take down the black queen. Remember the expression on her face (as she stares off after placing the piece), it was quite similar to the expression she had before Lillian arrived in her office when Lena gave her the isotope for the Medusa virus. My worry is that Lena will do what she did before and try and take the fight to CADMUS alone, which even with her money, intelligence and resources, is not safe. So I truly hope that she works with Alex and Kara here.

Whoooaa… Look at all those words. Sorry! I hope this all makes sense. Like I said I’m a jumbled mess. Deep down, I just want savage af/good Lena to come out on top again. Give us this look again please!

Originally posted by sweetcoffeelips

anonymous asked:

Could you tell me the kind person here and their blogs? Who are the best people here? Who would you like to get to know better here?

sure of course!


























@lichthimmel @calastrology

they’re all either nice or really cool or both


• the elegant ones
@apollonic @euryvle@opalseeds @ecessitate @fairmaiden @moongloss @cuipid @vvilde @coldstrawberrytea @blushedpearl@marierose90 @odysscy

• modern aesthetics (photography, fashion)
@lavenderdawns @lesruellesdeparis@rosehst @mythsapphic @straig @beetohven @minrd

• those of a darker aesthetic
@othellos @maryamorvena @croathia @versaillcs @calliophies @metahemeralist @espressofleur @equinocts@saintjoan

@owvlery @opalynch @cuipid @starryneptunes @mavencalore @matsboyd
@rustofstardust @hynpos



@illuminosity @meanwhilepoetry @boykeats
I also think @domlnique’s a pretty nice person
The Wings

​Several hours passed since our walk in the gardens. I was strolling down the corridor near Tamlin’s room. His door was slightly ajar. I could just see into his room. Tamlin still hadn’t invited me to his bedroom. Slowing my steps to a soft crawl, I inched closer toward the open door.
​There was rustling sound inside the bedroom. I could just see Tamlin in the room. There was a large four poster bed pushed against one of the walls in the far corner of the room. From where I stood, the bed looked like it was made of pine. On the bed, there was leather bag splayed open to the world. I could see Tamlin walking back and forth between the bed and what was probably a dresser. I could see him putting tunics, trousers, belts, socks, and knives into the open bag. I stepped closer to the door, trying to get a better view of the bedroom. ​
​My eyes scanned the parts of the room that were visible to me. The painting I had done when I first came to the Spring Court decorated his walls. Something in my chest tightens at the scene. Those had been my inner most thoughts. I know I told him as he sent me away, that he could have them. But it made me angry.
​Then my eyes meet with something parallel to Tamlin’s bed. My heart dropped into my stomach as I tried to rationalize what my eyes were seeing. Two sets of dark, beautiful, membranous wings. Wings, to whom, I knew exactly who they belonged too.
​One set of wings was slightly smaller than the other. Even after all the time that had passed. They still simmered in the sunlight. I felt like I was going to vomit. Dread crashed into me as I finally accepted what I was looking at. At what was across the room from Tamlin’s bed. At what he looked at every night before he went to sleep. Dread was replaced by anger. A feeling I had not felt since Amarantha’s trials.
​Confusion pressed against the bond that connected Rhys to me. I sent a wall of glittering black wall of adamant between us. I wasn’t going to let Rhys see what I had seen in that moment. I shut him out completely. Anger and desperation banged against the wall. I ignored his attends to get my attention.
​I rip open the door leading into his room. As I did, I let the glamour hiding who and what I was fall away. Tamlin spun around in alarm as the door screeched against its hinges. Ice coated my left hand and fire coated the other. Darkness danced around my wings as I stepped into the room. I threw a shield up between me and Tamlin.
​Fury crackled against my skin as I slammed Tamlin into the nearest wall. Power thrumming, with joy, at the sudden release. I snarled at him as I stalked closer. Fangs and talons out; readying for a fight. My power held him to the wall as he thrashed around, trying to break free. Confusion danced along his features, as he tried to figure out who and what I was. He took in the wings, the talons, the ice and fire spreading along my fingertips. Realization flashed across his features.
​As I let the glamour off of me and let Rhys back into my mind. But I ignore his line of questions. I show him what is in front of me. Tamlin pinned to a wall. His mother and sister’s wings pinned to the wall as a trophy. Rhys fell silent in my mind. As if waiting to see what I would do. To see how I would exact revenge on Tamlin and his family.
​Rhys had told me one that there were different types of darkness when he first started to train me. Darkness that soothes, darkness that is restful, darkness of lovers and darkness of assassins. The darkness that surrounded me was frightening and promised death and pain.
​“What is this Feyre? Release me now,” Tamlin growled. As the words left his mouth, my claws over took his mind. I sliced through his pathetic mental shields. I could see what he was thinking. Could feel everything he felt at that moment. I could feel the panic and confusion as he took me in. Then I spoke into his mind.
​“Do you feel this? Do you feel me in your mind? Do you want to know what I see? I see a pathetic High Lord who will destroy anything and anyone to achieve his wants. I see a High Lord foolish enough to let a spy into his home and court. I see a male who is so in love with himself and his desires that he doesn’t see what right in front of him. I see a High Lord who let in a rival courts’ High Lord’s mate into his home. Yes, Tamlin, I am the High Lord of the Night Court’s mate. I am Rhysand’s mate. I lived with them in peace and harmony before you stole me away.” I hissed into his mind.
​I show him the image of the wings, “I know what you and your family did to those innocent females. I know you sliced off their wings. I know you sent their heads in boxes and sent them down the river. I know everything. You disgust me. My eyes have been open to your actions and loathe you for them. I will never love you. I will do everything in my power to destroy you and your plans with the King of Hybern.”
I pull away from his mind to look at the face of the male who took me away from my mate. I saw the disbelief on his face. I slowly released his mind.
​He glared at me and snarled, “So you are Rhys’ mate. For real?” he laughed as I stalked closer to him.
A wicked grin flashed across my face as I neared him, “Yes.” I say simply but I continue, “But I am much for than that. I am not a doll to be played with. I am not a gift to be given to a High Lord who did nothing for his court for fifty years. I am not a prize to be won for someone who sat on their ass while the person they loved was being tortured before them. I am not someone to be trifled with. I am not someone who is willing to destroy this continent to get what I lust for. I am strong. I am ice. I am fire. I am darkness. I am willing to do whatever it takes to keep my court, my lands, my family, and my mate safe. I am not you.”
​Tamlin laughs as the magic holding him to the wall tightens its grip, “If you have such an amazing court. Where are they? Are they willing to let you fend for yourself against a High Lord of another court? Where is your army, Feyre? Who is going to rescue you? If you are the Lady of the Night Court, where is everyone? Where is your mate?”
​I smiled at him. In answer to his question, I released the glamour off of my right hand. His gaze traveled to my right arm. To the tattoos that covered that arm. Confusion distorted his face.
​My steps were as loud as cannons as they neared Tamlin. I let the talons that had been hidden for so long come out to play. I gripped Tamlin by the throat and whisper in his ear.
​“I am the High Lady of the Night Court. I don’t need rescuing.”
​I released the magic that held him. I felt something heavy appear between my shoulder blades. I knew exactly what it was as I reached behind me and unsheathed the Illyrian blade. I sent a small thanks to Rhys. I misted my dress into a shirt and tunic as Tamlin roared and shifted into the beast. Tamlin lunged for me as I drew the second blade from its sheath. My wings snapped out from their perfectly tucked form. With a large swoop of the wings and a jump from my thighs, I was in the air. Well away from the snapping jaws of Tamlin’s beast.
​Tamlin growled at me as he lunged to snap me from the air above him. With a swift flap on the membranous wings, I rose higher in the air. Tamlin lunged at me, from where he landed. As he lunged, he slammed into the wall of harden air. Tamlin’s beast snarled in shock at the wall. My wings angled themselves to glide me towards the far wall, where the wings hung. I landed on the soft carpet just beneath the wings. I grasped both of the wings and became mist, shadows, and darkness. As I winnowed out of Tamlin’s room. I saw Tamlin lunging toward me and the wings. As if he could stop me from taking them. ​
​My wings, now strong from all the training, flapped softly was I neared Tamlin’s bedroom window. My fingers lightly tapped the window. At the sound, Tamlin whipped around from where he stood and snarled. Tamlin growled and started too bound towards me on heavy paws. Sounds of glass smashing sounded behind me as I was started to fly away from him. I flew to the northern lawns of the gardens and landed softly.
Sentries on duty stared in confusion; stared at the scene before them. Unsure of what to make of it, they stayed at their posts. As Tamlin crashed towards me, I slowly raise my hand. Tamlin is a foot in front of me before he goes completely still. As I take hold of his mind. I show him everything I have done to destroy what he and the King of Hybern have done in the past four months. I show him the conversations of me and Rhys. I showed him the memory of the night he took me away. The memory of how Lucien found out. I showed him Lucien with me and my new court. I showed him my treacherous actions. I showed him everything.
I smiled at Tamlin from where is stood a foot from him. His sentries start to rush towards us in a sprint. I widen my power to them. They all go as still as Tamlin was at the moment. Lucien was at the manor doors, staring at the scene before him. He stared at me as he started to move towards where I stood. A smile stretched across my face when I see him walking towards me. He walked past the still bodies of his sentries and Tamlin. I stretched out my hand to him. As he gripped my hand, I nodded to him. He nodded back. An allegiance and vow to his new court, to his new High Lady.
I turn to Tamlin and say. “You are nothing. You are a pathetic excuse for a High Lord. I win.”
Anger flashed in his mind. His power thrashed against my magic. But my magic held firm. I spoke softly to his mind. I became flowers, soft spring breezes, young green grass, sweet aroma of roses just starting to bloom.
“You are fine. Stop fighting and remain still. You are going to watch as Feyre destroys everything you have created. You are going to watch as the High Lady of the Night Court destroys your court. And realize that she has been destroying you from within for the past four months. That she kept her promise that day you stole her away. ” Tamlin’s mind goes still. He stops his thrashing. His obeys.
I turn my attention towards Lucien, and ask “Are you ready to meet your new court?”
Lucien’s smile was answer enough.
As one, Lucien and I turn toward Tamlin, with the wings in our hands. I smile at Tamlin as we are about to leave. I let everything that I just told him sink in. He unknowingly let the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory. We winnow away from the Spring Court. We winnow towards the Night Court. Towards our families, our new court, our home, our mates.

Okay so I wrote this a while back. But since then I have added stuff to it. I just love Feyre. So I wanted to write her doing something badass!!

anonymous asked:

I would found it better if Lapis wouldn't had accepted to live together with Peridot at the barn (because she's still angry about her/don't like her) so that Steven had to look for a new place where Peridot could live. Peridot could live maybe in Greg's garage and could create there her own workshop (for example). I just think it's better when Lapis is still like "I don't like other Gems, I prefer to be alone, only Steven is ok" and Peridot could doing her own thing. Idk, just my opinion. :/

i agree! if Steven hadnt tried to shoehorn them together it would have been a lot nicer. lapis and peridot could have developed their characters independently of each other and then they could have (possibly) healed enough to be cordial with one another.

i personally would have liked an episode of peridot trying to prove to lapis that she was better, only to have lapis tell her “i want you to LEAVE”…. but have peridot leave for real, and have steven not guilt lapis into forgiving her. have her realize her actions have consequences and that nobody has to forgive her for her past. have her move on, move forward, and have lapis do the same and learn she does not have to force herself to interact with people who have hurt her.


A/N: Some Liam fluff, because Liam is a big ol’ teddy bear who would be awesome with cuddles :)

Character: Liam

Warning(s): None

Originally posted by imaginesliampayne

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galaxi-via  asked:

Tjeffs and A.ham for the shipping thing UwU also have a nice day !

hope you have a nice day/night too!

1. how do much do i ship it?:

never heard of it / notp / dislike / used to ship / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / IS IT CANON YET?

i don’t like the borderline abusive jamilton,,,

2. what non sexual activities do they like to do together? probs roast each other on twitter. i could see them reading to one another too.

3. who does chores around the house? thomas

4. who’s the better cook? alexander

5. who’s the funniest drunk? alexander,, he talks 10x faster than normal + it’s funny. he does karaoke.

6. do they have kids? i don’t really see them with kids.

7. do they have any traditions? they go on little vacations once a month. their first trip was down to virginia and alex got to meet thomas’ family. they’ve been doing it ever since. mostly to historical places since alex geeks out a little bit.

8. what do they fight about? everything. what cereal brand is better. what’s the best kind of music. honestly everything.

9. what would they do if they found their paring tag on tumblr? (If they have one) alexander would be so wary about it, but thomas would probably be so intrigued. he’d probably read it all the time lol

10. who cried at the end of Marley and me? thomas

11. who always wins at Mario kart? alex–he does not like to lose.

12. one thing I like about this ship? the haters to lovers idea is always pretty hot. idk.

13. one thing i don’t like about the ship? i don’t like it when thomas is abusive!!!

14. the song i would say fits them? no clue lol

15. another headcanon about the pairing? (free space)

if alexander is drunk enough, thomas can convince him that he’s lafayette. he just pulls his hair back and speaks french. it’s quite entertaining.

Joe Sugg - He tries to cheer you up

You knew as Joe’s girlfriend how talented he was, not just with his impressive video ideas, singing voice or ability to befriend just about anyone but also his impressions. Joe never ceased to surprise you with the new voices he was able to portray perfectly but easily one of your favorites was Tyler Oakley as he was one of your favorite YouTubers, Joe knew this so whenever you were ill Joe would bring the video up and play it for you again even though it made him cringe.

On this particularly day Joe knew how ill you were, he admitted himself this was the worst he had ever seen you - you weren’t sure this made you feel any better but it was nice that he was extra comforting to you, he wanted to do all he could to make you feel better.

The day had started off with you waking up at 6am, whenever you woke up this early you would attempt to wake up Joe but he would simply groan a response then roll over and go back to sleep but this time since Joe knew you had been getting ill he looked straight at you after rubbing his eyes, his jaw dropped and he sat right up.

“You look terrible babe,” Joe says sticking his bottom lip out like he was the one who was ill.

“Thanks, Joe” you laugh shaking your head.

Joe then brought you breakfast in bed, well he didn’t make it - he ordered it off of an app online. It was no secret how bad of a cook used to be but since you had known him he had continued to improve but his excuse for ordering was although he was getting better he didn’t want to take the chance of poisoning you on top of this illness, whatever it was.

You knew you shouldn’t be eating anything other than small amounts of dry toast because it was clear what would happen as your already empty stomach was bubbling uneasily yet you could see the look of anticipation on Joe’s face as he wanted you to eat it. Joe had decided today was the perfect day for you to try his favorite restaurant’s breakfast, you forced yourself to slowly put the food in your mouth but not even half way through the meal you had to run to the toilet to throw up, luckily Joe was waiting to give you a hug which was all you needed on a day like this.

Most of the day was spent like this but then at around 4pm when you were feeling at your worst, Joe suddenly disappeared - at first you were annoyed because you couldn’t help but think why would he leave you when you needed him most? But then you told yourself to stop being so selfish, Joe had a life too and although you were apart of it you couldn’t expect him to sit with you all day.

You slipped into small amounts of sleep every now and again but you soon gave up and was cuddled under the covers watching YouTube videos when you heard Joe shout you

“Babe? I’ve got someone here to see you. Stay where you are - we’re coming to you” Joe yells, you groan in response while pausing your video. Even though you didn’t want anyone to see you like this you tried to make yourself as presentable as possible, you scooped your greasy, limp hair into a messy bun, sat up in bed (despite the difficulty)and cleared your throat while praying you didn’t throw up.

“Well hello there everybody, my name’s Tyler Oakley!” a familiar but impossible voice rings out. Then suddenly Joe jumps into the room with some glasses, a bright top on and a comb over style hair which made him look like Tyler Oakley.

“Oh Joe I love you” you giggle watching him

“Joe? I just told you - My name is Tyler Oakley, Who is Joe?” he says before winking at you

Joe keeps this character going until he is sure that the smile on your face isn’t going anywhere, it even makes you forget how sick you feel. Joe end it’s by bowing in front of you while you cheer and applaud for him

“That was amazing Joe” you laugh as he pulls the glasses off and the shirt he was wearing, leaving them at the foot of the bed before climbing back into it next to you.

“Did you enjoy that?” he grins back wrapping his arms around you

“I loved it, it was amazing” you reply

“And you’re feeling better?” he asks

“Surprisingly yes, I love you Joe Sugg” you replied snuggling into his chest

txmriddlx  asked:

I don't know what kind of stuff you normally write about but Harry (and maybe Ron) pulling a prank on Draco might be fun?

“You’re immature, the pair of you.” Hermione scolded when she overheard what Ron and Harry had been talking about.

“Hermione,” Ron leaned closer to his girlfriend, pulling the best serious face he could. “He insulted my hair.”

“And I’m sure that you’re very hurt, but resorting to that?” 

Harry and Ron sniggered at the memory of their little prank. It was all lighthearted, so they didn’t understand why Hermione didn’t like it.

“And you-” Hermione pointed her finger accusingly at Harry. “-should know better. You know how much Malfoy cares about his hair.”

Hermione was right, Harry was fully aware of that. He was also aware of how on every date, Draco would comment on Harry’s messy hair. One time, Harry even tried to fix his hair and it just made it worse. His hair had a mind of its own.

“I’m just… showing he’s part of the family.” Harry said, not being able to hold his laughter in anymore and letting out a loud laugh, Ron doing the same. Hermione rolled her eyes and went back to book, mentally counting down to zero…

“Harry Potter!” The shriek came from the boys’ dormitory and only made Harry and Ron’s laughter worse as Draco emerged into the eighth year common room, his hair the same colour as his face, bright red.

Everyone in the room looked over, and started laughing discretely. Anyone Draco noticed laughing, he’d glare at, which meant most of the glares went Harry and Ron’s way.

“We thought, maybe, you’d like a new look?” Harry said cautiously, putting his hand over his mouth to stop his smile showing, but it was so difficult to not start laughing again when Draco was looking at him like that.

“You’re going to be sorry.” Draco said as he stepped forward towards Harry, and Harry did what any normal person who valued their life would; he ran.

Draco chased him around the room, Harry running the most obscure path to get ahead, weaving around people and furniture. It turns out, Draco is a lot faster when angry, and caught up to Harry quickly, tackling him to the ground.

“Hurt Ron, not me!” Harry said in defence, covering his face.

“Oi!” Ron yelled back the same time Draco had said, “I’d rather be on top of you than him.”

Harry looked up at Draco, and somehow almost expected to see his white blond hair, and had to hold his laughter because oh yeah. He couldn’t laugh because he was in a compromising position and Draco could do anything, but he knew that a smile was creeping onto his face.

“How long will this last?”

“Maybe a week. Or maybe, quite a bit longer.”

Draco let out a frustrated groan and Harry started laughing again, but he couldn’t tell if it was because of how well executed this prank had gone or the fact that Draco was tickling his weak spot.

“Stop, please!” Harry begged through his laughter, and thankfully, Draco took pity and stopped.

“You better watch your back, Potter.” Draco threatened, and with that, he got up and stormed out of the room, glaring at everyone as he went.

Harry sat up, watching the new red head go and leaned across to Ron, high-fiving him. Any revenge Draco was planning would be so worth it.

Kiss It Better (Lams)

CHAPTER ONE: “Can You Kiss it Better?”

summary: They felt less like two individual people, and rather two hearts that beat in time with each other, bound to the same rhythm. And with such a calm and blissful future ahead of them, why not shake it up? Family isn’t a home, it isn’t making small talk over dinner. It’s love, the genuine kind that could rarely be found, and how lucky this family was to have found it in such an unlikely place.

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“Can you kiss it better?”

John Laurens tore himself away from his computer, eyes meeting the six year old’s helpless gaze. “I’m sorry?”

“Can you kiss it better?” she repeated in a small and shaky voice. Eyes flicking down to the floor, she continued, voice growing stronger as she carried on. “That’s what my daddy does when I get hurt. He kisses it better.”

Her eyes told no tales of sorrow, yet she looked up at him in such a manner that John felt as though his heart was being ripped from his chest. “Martha.” He knelt in front of the first grader and placed his hands on her trembling shoulders. “Can you tell me what happened?”

Martha kept her gaze fixed solely on the ground instead of looking at John. “I fell off the swing.”

“Did Theo push you?” John asked, keeping his voice soft and gentle in hopes that it would make her feel better. “I saw you arguing with him at lunch.”

“I…” Martha trailed off, biting her lip anxiously. She still refused to meet John’s gaze, keeping her eyes on anything but her teacher.

“What were you arguing about?” John waited for a few moments for her to answer, but no response came from the first grader. “Martha, I want to help you, but I can’t if I don’t know what happened.”

Her voice was barely a whisper as she finally spoke. “He doesn’t like me. He… he hates me.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t hate you,” John assured her, unable to fathom how someone could possible hate another person at six years old. “I know you’d probably rather not talk to me, but you’ve got to tell someone what happened. A friend, your mom-”

“I can’t tell anyone.” Martha’s eyes watered but John pretended not to notice. “Everyone will call me a tattletale. And besides, I don’t have a mom. That’s…” She stopped mid sentence, cheeks growing pink. “That’s why they don’t like me,” she finished quietly.

“Because you don’t have a mom?” John couldn’t quite fit the pieces together. “Trust me, Martha, you’re not the only kid at the school who hasn’t got a mom.”

“Yeah.” Martha bit back a sigh as if to directly tug at John’s heart. “But I’m the only one with two dads.”

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Ragethirst highlights, aka BAGUETTE DISCOURSE

In the Line of Duty 4 was everything we could have hoped for from a 1989 flick. Vintage outfits! Floofy hair! Synthesizers errywhere!

  • It was determined early that we have one straight person in the crew, @theeightschronicle/chuchisushi. She is the lone brown horse among a herd of rainbow unicorns, but we love her because brown horses are awesome and also have you read her writing??
  • I officially adopted @waltzingchristoph, who is now my son and had better clean his room or he’ll get the Mom Voice™.
  • Speaking of, Martin has no idea what a horse is. No one tell him.
  • Someone asked a question. I answered with my mouth full (because I was raised by wolves). They wanted to know what I was eating and it somehow devolved into an argument over whether it was plain bread or a baguette. FUCK YOU ALL, IT WAS ITALIAN BREAD, IT WASN’T A BAGUETTE.
  • This, of course, promptly led to several people wanting to fuck Donnie with a baguette.
  • Five minutes later, a character began eating a baguette onscreen and everyone lost their fucking minds. I hate each and every one of you.
  • Donnie’s floopy hair in this movie deserved its own billing. I may have accidentally kicked off the vore discussion when I said I wanted to pull on it and bite his neck. In my defense, I said NOTHING ABOUT BREAKING THE SKIN. Y’all just nasty.
  • At one point Donnie fought Freddie Mercury in a windbreaker. At least I’m pretty sure that’s who that was.
  • Speaking of, Team JacketOff had a blast this time around. Donnie lost his jacket several times and ended up in tank tops and we all collectively lost our shit.
  • Another time, he fought someone who screamed like Yoda as he flailed wildly—at least I think he did. That might have been a hallucination on my part.
  • Safety first! Donnie put a helmet on before engaging in a high speed chase on a motorcycle. 
  • There may have also been motorcycle jousting.
  • Miss Yeung was sexy even in high-waisted acidwash jeans and she can have all of us (except for chuchi) any time.
  • There were at least eight people ready and willing to peg Donnie (with or without a baguette)

To sum up, I can’t think of a better movie for the Ragethirst crew. It was fabulous, and whoever suggested it deserves a medal.

prettylightwoodinspires  asked:

Jo, cry with me. I'm sad :( Like I enjoyed the episode, but I'm just. I dunno... you read my post. *sigh*

Sara I’m sad too. :’( I enjoyed it too but there’s just so much unexplored potential and possibilities. It’s so painful to watch when you know a certain scene or a storyline could have gone a much better route, yet they made a less ideal one canon. I mean, of course, nothing is perfect and we can’t expect that. But it’s so disappointing, right? This season started off really promising and I’m very hard to keep my hopes up for the rest of it. 

Malec-wise, I think we’ve got better luck with fanfics. :’( Harry and Matt are doing such a wonderful job and I love their chemistry and the way Magnus and Alec interact is explosive. The showrunners tweet like that recognise that but when it comes to the final product, it always feels like the scene could have been so much more, content-wise. I don’t want to be demanding malec all the time but it’s so dissatisfying to see loss potential. 


Heard you were there. What? The last time, when we ran off the English, took control. I heard you was a navy man then. Heard you saw it all. Yeah. Mm-hm. That was a good day for me. Did a thing no one else would. Or could. Thought I’d earned a place by Blackbeard’s side for an age. Turns out it wasn’t nearly so long as I thought it would be. Before Blackbeard decided he could do better than me. Is there a point you’re trying to make ? You’re counseling Long John Silver to be reasonable. Hmm? To do what you want him to do. Just wondering how long you think he’ll suffer it before he decides he can do better than you.