this part will forever make me cry

It straight up hurts my soul that there are people out there blind to this woman's beauty.

Originally posted by geekyspinne


So she has gray hair.   So fucking what.  Most of us out there are going to have it someday, and hell.  Some won’t even make it out of their 20’s without it. 

Tell me something.  Does the color of your hair define who you are as a person?  Because it absolutely shouldn’t.  I’m sorry, but the very idea that it would is bullshit. 

Melissa McBride, from all accounts, is a wonderfully genuine person.  She’s well loved by her peers, and she has this amazing talent that allows her to speak a thousand and one words without saying a word.  She’s creative and kind and a precious gift to The Walking Dead fandom.  Her portrayal of Carol Peletier has transcended genres and made people that would normally shun shows like TWD take notice. 

And oh, yeah.  She has gray hair. 

But you know what else she has? 

A special sort of chemistry with her costar Norman Reedus.  A sparkly kind of something that is pretty rare on television because in the absence of unambiguous evidence of the true nature of their characters’ love (and it’s love, dammit…fight me), she’s drawn you in.  Admit it.  Even if you balk against the very idea of romantic love between Carol and Daryl, you cannot deny they are special to each other.

And why shouldn’t they love each other like that? 

Oh, I forgot.  It’s the gray hair.  That somehow renders a person a used up has-been around these parts.  That negates any desire to have a loving emotional and yes, sexual connection with the person they are closest to in the entire post-Apocalyptic world. 

Really people? 

Melissa McBride and her character are fucking gorgeous, and you know why?  It comes from within.  Don’t get me wrong.  Both of them rock the gray hair like nobody’s business–I can only hope I do the same one day, and thanks to MMB, I’m not so afraid of it anymore, but even if they didn’t, I’d still look up to them for so many reasons that I won’t go into right now. 

I’m not even going to address the absurdity that she’s somehow not a good match for Norman’s Daryl because she has gray hair and therefore, she must be old.  They’re literally the most age-appropriate couple in theory on the entire show besides maybe Carl and Enid.  They’re contemporaries.  And you know what? They look absolutely gorgeous together, but that’s not even the best part.  Their chemistry is a thing of beauty, and Carol’s and Daryl’s hearts?  Know each other.  They recognize each hard-earned beat. 

So don’t come at me again with this ageism fuckery.  Because it makes me sad that the people in my fandom can be so shallow, for them and for this adorable lady who deserves nothing of this. 

Look at her.

Originally posted by thedeadwalkinq

 Y'all should be ashamed of yourselves, and I feel…I just feel sad that this is a thing. 

Originally posted by orchidsandrazors

 

Stepping off my soapbox now.  I can’t take the credit for the gifs of this lovely human.  That goes to the gif-makers.  I hope you don’t mind my borrowing them. 

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I know how you feel about being seen without the leg, but when the fighting truly begins, all that matters is what makes for the greatest… advantage. 

The men… I have to manage how they see me. I understand that’s part of my job. But… 

anonymous asked:

Any recent new Supercorp fics you might recommend? I seem to have read most of what's out there

Welp, I honest to God hope I don’t recommend any fics that you’ve already read (since I’ve read pretty much everything out there too).

Here’s a link to my bookmarked page.

The ones that are currently standing out to me would probably be (I’ll also write short reasons why I like them so much besides the fact that they’re all well-written; as for the ones without reasons, just read them anyway, trust me, some of them can’t be described with words)…

One/Two/Three Shots

- First Contact by TheSpaminator

I really like the concept of Lena being touch averse due to the Luthors being abusive, and I really relate to it on a personal level.

- How Would You Feel by @lenanvers

Angst in a college setting with high school history. I kind of wanted to yeet myself off a cliff (in a good way) when I read this.

- Lena’s Assimilation by @thejollywriter

So everyone writes fics about Lena getting shovel talks and not being accepted as Kara’s girlfriend by Alex and Clark. But this uncertainty stems from Eliza whereas the rest of the gang love Lena and I just thought it was a really interesting read and it made me shed a single tear (I’m pretty emotionless so it’s a milestone).

- Of Soul-Mates and Heart-Ache by Rykeral

Soulmate AU angst so why the fuck not? I loved it.

- Only Human by Khrat9

Angst. Just…angst. Such lovely angst with feelings.

- The Inevitability of Robotics by donteatmyfingerprints

I love this series and the concept of Kara being a robot and Lena constructing and programming her is pretty fucking dope so…

- The Roles We Play by ForeverInsomniac

Lena’s former one-sided love interest returns so cue Kara wallowing in sadness because she thinks Lena still has feelings for her. It is great.

Multiple Chapters

- Banana Pancakes by thisjourneysend

- Colors Must Fit Together as Pieces in a Puzzle (or Cogs in a Wheel) by gaykaradanvers

- Come Back to Me by Justaroundthatriverbend

I’m a slut for Lena recovering emotionally and physically from a red kryptonite infected Kara…

(Okay, but there’s another fic where Lena was pretty much assaulted by a red kryptonite Kara, and I just can’t find it. I think the title was something akin to Monsters Under the Bed/Closet or something like that. If someone could name it I would appreciate it very much.)

- Days in a Lifetime by @stennnn06

Childhood AU angst is my jam.

- Heroism is a Full Time Job by @unicyclehippo

- Hold Onto Me by Idisch_von_Swedish

I’m a sucker for darker fics.

- I’m Kara Danvers by @littlekbrother

- Jealous of the Way (You’re Happy without Me) by BloodInTheFields

I love jealous Kara. And feelings. And angst.

- Making Waves by CSIGurlie07

I really loved the dynamic among Clark, Kara, and Lena. That’s all I’m saying. Also, angst.

- Mercy on Me by @stennnn06

Angst.

- My Youth is Yours by lynnearlington

You’ve probably heard of this one.

- Nobody’s Fool by @ifourmindbeso

Lena being a dramatic self-sacrificing ho who saves the day again.

- Not Afraid to Fall by @prettyaveragewhiteshark

So I often stray away from fics that have any smut in them, or I usually skip the smutty text, but the angst in here is amazeballs.

- Not What I Seem by Averno

More amazing angst with a seemingly gray Lena. But it hasn’t been updated in ages and it makes me want to cry because it’s so good.

- Ocean Blues by FemslashFantasies

Mermaid AU was something I didn’t know I needed, but it hasn’t been updated in forever as well, so caution here, don’t get invested.

- Offstage by Aerstes

Again, if you’re not a smut person, you can skip this, but there’s angst so I scroll through the smutty parts. It’s great honestly.

- One Night by Cartecka

I like how it goes back and forth between Kara and Lena’s dynamic from when Lena didn’t know about Kara being Supergirl to her knowing. I just really, really, really like it. 11/10 should read. But it also hasn’t been updated in a while so try not to get invested.

- Of Sun and Steel by cascaralatte

Star Wars AU and I love Star Wars plus angst.

- Out of the Dark by @unicyclehippo

Just read it. Just fucking read it.

- Paranoia Incarcerated by SupercorpSmutFluffandAngst

I have so many feelings about this fic it’s not even funny. The relationship between Kara and Lena and their dynamic is portrayed really nicely. And they’re both written as complex and complicated characters with depth as opposed to the show, and it addresses a lot of things the Supergirl writers don’t.

- Past Mistakes by @mssirey

I just really like Kara’s and Lena’s interactions with each other and the plot is great as well, it’s not too many chapters in, but it has great potential.

- Shields Down by UnicornRobot

Once again. Slut for angst and there’s jealous Lena.

- Signs by lostariels

Angst. Angst. Angst. Endless amount. Angst heaven.

- Stuck in the Storm by BuckleUp1698

I got really invested in this fic, but it hasn’t updated in forever so I suggest you go into reading it gently.

- Such Bright Minds and Lives by @teamsupercorp

SCREAMS. Hogwarts AU? I think YES. I just love it so much and I think it’s a great read. It’s a companion to the main one below.

- Such Unruly Heads and Hearts by @teamsupercorp

I really enjoyed reading about Lena’s growth throughout each chapter, or each year, of her stay in Hogwarts, as well as the romance between her and Kara that just made me want to scream. Also there’s angst. It hasn’t updated in a while as well, so I suggest you read this lightly.

- The Fifth Wall by @blackteaandbones

Okay, so I usually stray away from children fics, because honest to God, I’m not a fan of kids. I’m sorry. I’m more a dog, cat, snake, or any type of pet person instead. I just…not a fan of babies. BUT, this fic really makes me change my mind about children. At certain points. Which is honestly really saying something.

- The Heiress, the Girl of Steel, and the Man Who Fell to Earth by @littlekbrother

I really enjoy reading fics where Mon-El isn’t a dickbag and where he is genuinely just a kind of nice guy (like in the goddamn comics), but actually (actually) improves as a person and doesn’t repeat his mistakes. (Side note: I enjoy writing fics where Mon-El isn’t a dickbag either, but there’s so much potential for angst if I do write him as one, so it’s a stalemate for me there.)

- The Wrong Superhero by ThatLesbianFangirl

Jealous Kara? I think yes! And angst is tagged on there.

- Three Days by @thattallnerdybean

Aaaaaaaaangst with Kara and Lena written as more complex characters than the show writers. It made me scream every single chapter I believe. Like, to the point I had to save it for when I got home and in my bed so I wouldn’t disturb the public.

- You Are the Fire (and I’m Gasoline) by youmeandem

Okay, this one is also where I have to tuck myself in bed to read because the angst is just so good.

*Bella Swan voice* About three things I was absolutely positive. First, SOTT would make me cry forever. Second, there was a part of Harry Styles-and I didn’t know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for my blood. And third, Harry Styles was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Louis Tomlinson.

Joker x Harley Quinn  (fanfic I’ll never finish)

-Joker and Harley fight. Harley leaves. Henchmen bring her back. Henchmen leave and Joker talks to Harley.

*****FLASHBACK - to the fight that made Harley leave **** 

“You’re so weak! Why do I even keep you around? All you do is mess things up for me!”

Joker yelled, stalking towards her and backhanded her across the cheek.

Anger blinded Harley’s rational thoughts and before she knew it, her open hand had hit him across the face right back. As soon as her slap hit him, all anger disappeared. Like the sound of skin hitting skin had flipped a switch in her mind and her anger was gone, and replacing it was guilt.

“Puddin,” Her mouth dropped open in shock, “I’m so sorry.” Tears filled her eyes and regret filled her stomach.

For a second, Joker eyes seemed almost as shocked as she was and then he blinked, his eyes flashed and fury was the only emotion Harley saw. She kept apologizing as he advanced towards her, his hands grasping onto her neck and cutting off her air supply. He shook her as she cried.

“How dare you!” Joker’s voice was so guttural, so furious, “You mess up my business deal, cheat me out of millions, and then strike me like it’s my fault?”

The tears flooded down Harley’s face as he slammed her head into the wall and stars rose in her vision. Joker pushed her up against the wall, caging her with his body, his arms shook with rage around her neck. His growls were enough to make a lion tremble.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Harley kept repeating her voice horse from the lack of air. But still she repeated her apology, for her slap for her stupidity, she kept apologizing until all her air was gone and she was just mouthing the words. Still she apologized, black spots appeared in her vision and just as she was about to pass out, Joker let her go.

Gasping for air she didn’t deserve, Harley fell to the floor at his feet. The black in her vision started to clear. Now the only object obscuring her vision was her tears as she continued to cry. Out of the corner of her eye, Harley saw Joker disappear out of the bedroom door. Gunshots sounding in the hallway as his fury raged on. She heard the front door slam a few moments after that.

Harley followed the Joker’s path out of the bedroom door, she almost tripped over a body laying facedown on the floor. A dead henchmen, his blood staining the carpets. Harley bent down, pushing the dead henchmen’s body over and grabbing his large abandoned gun. She held the gun in her hands and walked towards the door. She didn’t deserve to be in this house, didn’t deserve Mr. J. He was right it was her fault, her fault, her fault. Harley reached the front door and tore it open.

“Ms. Quinn,” One of the nameless henchmen spoke, “Remember, Mr. J doesn’t like it when you leave like-“

Harley fired off the weapon behind her, not even looking to see if she hit her target. She opened the front door and ran out of it. The pouring rain cleared her thoughts, woke her up, she walked right into the street. Shooting a driver as they sped towards her and stole their car.

Then, she drove.

***END FLASHBACK***

Harley started to cry again at her memory. Now, she was now seated on the floor of a motel. She didn’t know exactly where she was, somewhere outside of Gotham she supposed. Harley also wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting in the motel room, only that the daylight outside had turned dark. She had driven with blurry vision until she happened upon this motel on the side of the road, bodies littered the floor in the lobby and hallways until Harley had found an empty room. My fault.

Every time they fought, Joker left to get the rest of his anger out by killing everyone he came in contact with. Then he would come back to their bed and hold Harley close to him all night long, in his own way of apologizing. But it wasn’t he who needed to apologize now.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Harley perked up as she heard people running, from how much sound they were making, Harley assumed it was men. And there were a lot of them. From sound alone, Harley figured there were more than ten. Maybe more than twenty. The cops?  The sound of running grew louder and louder, doors now started to slam open. They were in the hallway Harley was in. Harley check the bullets in her gun, she gripped the gun and pointed it at the door.

She heard doors being opened slowly now, she could imagine the police opening the doors as if a wild lion was behind them. Slow, careful not to disrupt the lion. What they didn’t know was this lion was already disturbed. This lion was prepared to pounce.

The feet were finally at Harley’s door, she readied her finger on the trigger of the gun and waited. Maybe this will make me feel better. The door knob turned slowly and the door opened even slower. Suddenly, Harley had a gun pointed at her too. Until the person on the others side of the door realized who they were pointing a gun at.

“Frosty?” Harley felt like smiling. He was in a tux, like always, with a bullet proof vest over it. Behind him were masked henchmen, in weird funny masked that could only be from Mr. J’s mind. Harley’s heart broke. My fault.

“Ms. Quinn, I need you to come back with us. Mr. J is expecting you.” Frost let out a sigh of relief, almost like his life was on the line. Harley’s giggle was hysterical, it probably was.

Harley walked out of the door of her motel room and towards the exit. She climbed into the front seat of a expensive black escalade. Frost and a few henchmen joined her, not looking or talking to her much. Like they were told not too. Frost was making a phone call.

“Boss?” Harley could hear Mr. J’s grumbled reply on the other side, “We got her. Driving back now. Do you want to talk to her?”  

Harley was hopeful for a moment, staring at the phone in Frost’s hand. Trying to hear what was said on the other side. Frost hung up the phone, he started the car, and turned onto the highway as if the phone call had never happened. More tears sprang to her eyes, she turned towards the window of the car so the henchmen couldn’t see.  My fault. My fault. My fault.

OR

“Ms. Quinn?” Frost asked, his eyes down, “Boss wants to talk to you.”

Harley grasped the phone like a lifeline, she wished the henchmen weren’t in the car. One glance at them and they all turned their heads, all but plugged their ears. Frost started the car and turned onto the highway.

“Puddin?” Harley asked in an innocent tone, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-“

“Come straight to my office when you get home.” He hung up.

The car ride was silent except for Harley’s quick crying breaths.

Harley walked toward Joker’s office with only Frost in front of her. Frost opened the door to Mr. J after knocking twice. He walked through the door and she followed him in. Mr. J was seated at his desk, his chair was turned away from the door. As they entered, he turned around. A

“Sit down.” Joker pointed at the seat across from his desk. His anger radiated off of him.

“Puddin, I missed you-“

He stopped her with a hand and pointed at the seat again. Harley sighed and walked to sit in the seat. Joker took a deep breath in and out before he started speaking, his eyes hadn’t left her face. She hadn’t even seen him blink yet.

“Would you like to explain why you didn’t come home?”

“You made an oath to me.” Joker placed his hands on either armrest of her chair, caging her in. “You belong to me.”

“If you leave again-“ Joker’s lips were an inch away from her.

Harley shook her head immediately, “I won’t.”

“If you do,” His hands clasped around the top of her arms tightly, “this will end very differently.”

****Note: J RESPONDS TO BEING HURT WITH ANGER****

“You belong to me.” Joker said clearly, deadly, “Don’t you remember your oath?”

“Yes, of course I do.” Harley’s eyes stayed locked on his, “I live for you. That’s been true since I met you, it will always be true.”

“Are you still mine?” Joker leaned towards her.

“I’ll always be yours.” Harley answered … “You know that, Mr. J.”

Joker ran a hand through his hair and walked around the desk until he was stood in front of Harley.

“Now, since daddy is so forgiving. I’m gonna let you sleep on the couch tonight and not the bench outside.” Joker said, leaning close and placing his hands on the armrests of her chair.

“No, puddin.” Harley cried, quickly cupping his face with her hands, “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. It’s so cold on the couch.”

He tried to twist out of her hands but she held on, running her thumbs over his cheeks softly.

“Get a blanket.” Joker snapped, “Harley, I don’t like to punish you but I can’t just let you walk out like that.”

“I’m so sorry, Mr. J.” Harley brought her face close to his, “I won’t do it again, I promise I won’t. Please, J.” Her lips were a breath against his she moved her arms to wrap around his shoulders, holding him close to her.  

Joker wasn’t backing down, “Enough.” He tore his body out of her hands and slicked back his hair again, “If you don’t stop now, I’m going to make your punishment more severe.”

Harley stood up out of her chair and ran her hands down his chest, “How severe, daddy?” She put on her most innocent voice.

“Harley.” He grabbed her hands in a tight grip. “You’re on thin ice. Go away or you’ll be sleeping on the bench outside with one hand missing.”

Harley lowered her eyes in defeat…

She slowly wrapped her arms around his chest, resting her cheek against his heart, hugging him tightly. His arms stayed at his sides.

“I missed you so much.”

Harley sat down beside him silently, he didn’t move. His head still in his hands. Harley moved to wrap her arms around his shoulders and he pushed her away.

“Harley,” He growled, “Don’t test my patience.”

“Puddin,” She whispered, “I’m sorry. Please.” She hesitantly wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “It will never happen again, I promise.” She whispered, slowly gently pushing his head onto her shoulder… Harley stroked her fingers through his hair softly, helping him to relax against her.

… He growled into her skin, his head twitched back and forth a few times, and then finally he relaxed. He took a deep breath and let her hold him.

After a long while, … She didn’t know how long they sat like that. Her holding him and apologizing softly. Joker purring and growling against her neck… like his head and his body were at war with one another.

A long time later… Joker pushed off her shoulder and quick as lightning, had her chin in between two of his fingers.

“If you ever leave again,” Joker growled, bringing his face close so she heard every syllable of his threat, “this will end very differently.”

“I won’t.” Harley shook her head as best she could with him holding her face OR Harley’s eyes stayed locked with his, the finality in her promise clear.

Joker took a deep breath. In, out. Then rested his forehead against hers.

OR

Joker stared at her unblinking until the answer in her eyes became clear (???).

“You belong to me.” Joker’s lips brushed her as he talked.

“Forever.” Harley promised.

Harley’s eyes stayed locked with his, the finality in her promise clear.

“I’m sorry, J.” Harley whispered in her most innocent tone, “It won’t ever happen again. I’m so sorry.”

Joker stared at her for a while longer. …

“You’re lucky I’m so forgiving.” He said finally.

Harley smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly.

“I missed you so much.” She felt tears hit her eyes again.

Harley tears had finally ceased around three in the morning. She was curled up on the couch unable to sleep without Joker next to her. …

(???) Even with her eyes closed, she saw a light turn on and a door open.  … She opened her eyes and saw Joker’s silhouette in the light of the open door. He looked at her and seemed to find that her eyes were open.

He snapped his head back and forth, growled, and then rose two fingers and motioned her towards him. Harley was immediately on her feet and running towards him. She stopped in front of him. … Joker cupped a hand underneath her chin and forced her to look at him in the eyes.

“Don’t ever leave again.” Joker demanded slowly so she heard every word … and the threat behind them.

“Never again. I promise, puddin.” She promised desperate for his forgiveness.

“Harley,” He clinched and unclenched his free hand, “I will not tell you this again. This is my final warning. If you walk out-“ He cut himself off squeezing his hand under her chin, closing off her air supply.

Harley couldn’t help the desire that rose in her lower stomach.

“It won’t happen again.” Harley … declared.

Joker held her eyes for one second more and then let her go.

“Get in bed.” He said finally.

“Thank you, puddin.” Harley smiled, walking into the bedroom and climbing in. Joker shut the door, bathing them both in darkness.

They both lay still for a moment, Harley knew he was still angry at her. That he wasn’t in the mood to forgive her yet. But she was back in their bed, so that was a good sign. She tried to disguise moving closer to him as trying to find a comfortable spot, she ended up rolled up her side about an inch away from him. Not touching. Harley’s body burned, she wanted to touch him so badly.

… Harley looked up at his face in the darkness… she knew he wasn’t asleep. Usually the only way he could was when she massaged his scalp and body. …

Harley hesitantly, bravely, placed her head on his chest over his heart.

Immediately the Joker pushed her away from him.

“Don’t test me, Harley.” He said, “I’m still mad at you.”

“Yes, sir.” Harley decided to play good, wanting so badly to be back on his good(???) side. She scooted away from him.

A few more minutes passed of silence, Harley didn’t move. She tried to hold back her tears… Joker’s head was snapping back and forth. His growl like an angry lion who hadn’t been fed in days. … Suddenly, his arm grabbed her wrist and pulled her against him.

normanikordei: I can’t stop smiling from ear to ear writing this. I’m grateful to each person that has invested their time to support me throughout this journey. I really can’t begin to express the impact that you have made on my life and my family. My reward is being able to look in the audience each week seeing just how proud my loved ones are. I’ll forever remember that little girl on the couch watching #DWTS with her grandma. The dream became my reality. My heart smiles. Thank you for being such a special part of this experience. I could just cry because it all seems way too good to be true. We’re in the home stretch. Final results next week. Make sure you don’t forget to cast your votes. We’re so close but the race isn’t over #TeamValmani 😼
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If You Are A Lifter, Please Give This A Loo

This is my shoplifting story, this isn’t to scare you or to command you to stop; I just want to share with you my experience.

My name is Allyson and I am sixteen years old and I live in Texas. I happened upon the shoplifting side of tumblr earlier this day and it inspired me to share with you this.

Around this time last year, even more towards November, I shoplifted as much as all of the hauls I’ve scrolled through. I would go to Forever 21, Sephora, Ulta, Pacsun, HM, and basically stores of the kind. My hauls were anywhere from $10-$600. I was stealing makeup, clothes, accessories, and everything in between. The thought of getting caught always lingered in my mind. I can’t describe why I wasn’t as scared of it. Don’t get me wrong, the sight of a security officer scared the shit out of me, but the idea of getting caught was almost a fantasy. I was getting all this cool shit, so it didn’t really take effect on me. Even if it did, I wasn’t going to stop. I had a bigger wardrobe, a bigger makeup collection. For the first time I had many expensive things. Getting caught was scary, but my savings definitely were not.

Around March 2013, I was at the mall with my friends. We went almost every weekend at this point. Never even getting noticed for our sneaky fingers. We went to JCP, Sephora, Old Navy, Claires, etc. We were about to leave when we decided to go back to JCP. Now let me tell you, we were sneaky. very sneaky. We were not blatant. We read hundreds of articles, found a million different snippets of information to help us out. It only takes one guy to notice you. One. To go “hey they might steal something”.

This is the part most do not like to hear. I’m very sorry about this, but I really want to share this with you all. A bored guy in a monitor-filled room notices you, and it could all be over.

I was caught. We left the store and a very large man walks out the door and bellowed, “come with me”. He even smiled, that sly bastard.

I remember thinking, “I can’t believe this is happening.” “Is this real?”

That walk was the longest walk of my life. The walk to the back room. Time literally slowed around me. We walked into the back. We had already given him most of the things at one of the cash registers.  

“If you lie, we have to fill it out in the report”. Of course we did. We had over $400 of merchandise between the three of us.

He eventually checked our bags. He found things, obviously. This part is a bit blurry, but I will try my best to tell you everything that happened.

He separated the merchandise by store. Then we called our parents. That was literally the worst thing I ever had to do in my entire life. They sounded extremely disappointed. It was the definition of terrible. From that back room, we entered another room (this one filled with the monitors), while the man called the police. I still have scars from sitting in that chair and digging my nails into my skin from fright. Our parents came and sat with us until the police arrived. The whole time the large man telling us we’ll have to spend the night in Juvy, obviously scaring the shit out of me even more.

I’m going to get through this part a bit faster.

The police showed up and we were charged with a Class B Misdemeanor Theft. In Texas that basically meant we stole more than $50 but less than $500. If you are not a minor, that is a sentence of confinement in jail for a term of not more than 180 days a fine of not more than $2,000, or both. Though, we were minors. We ended up not going to juvy, but were let go to our parents.

Literally worst car ride of my life. No yelling, just complete silence from my parents.

My parents received a bill from JCP of $339 in the mail around 2 weeks letter and I was scheduled to see an officer about my misdemeanor. I was given three months of classes to clear it from my record, and three months of probation.

So I’ll leave you with this.

I desperately wished somebody had told me this, and more importantly, that I would have listened.

It feels like it will never happen to you, but why potentially ruin your life by trying? Sorry for that spiel. I remember hating reading that kind of stuff, but it’s so entirely true; its scary. Some instances, you could potentially ruin your chances of a job and college.

I relate to all of you, I truly do. I am the same teenage girl, going through the same things. 

While writing this, I had to take multiple breaks because recalling this is truly an extremely hard thing to do. I’ve had nightmares about this. It’s truly awful and I will never think of shoplifting the same way I did. As something fun.

If you have ANY questions, message me. Seriously, as long as it’s nothing rude, I will answer you. I promise.

. (Your choice) I do this so many of you all can see this. I am not sponsored by anyone to share my story; this is because I care about you all and I don’t want to see you go through what I went through.

Thank you very much if you got this far with me!

[Note: Sorry if this post has some badly written parts, going back through it and reading what happened to me literally almost makes me cry, so I cannot go back and go through it! Very sorry.]

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Oneshots:

should have worshipped her sooner by oceanofchaos

Anyone ask for hopelessly in love Veronica and some summer time fluff? 

honey, we’re meant to be by gxxlupi

Pretty much just fluff, uses veronica’s “fate throws us together” line a lot and it’s adorable. 

tangled up, so in love by guitarstrings

This one is just Betty pining after Veronica, a lot of fluff. 

you got a fast car (I got a plan to get us out of here) by brightsee

Cute Betty and Veronica in a relationship, lot of fluff, very cute ending.

feels like forever by wvlfqveen

HOGWARTS AU!!!!!!!!

no doubt in my mind where you belong by EllieLovesYou

One of my faves, fluff for days.

Followed the Signs to You by hcwlingnights

 Super cute and short soulmate au. 

Multi Chapter

there are no happy endings here and everyone deserves a happy ending by brightsee

The first part will make you cry, and the second part will also make you cry, overall its some sad stuff, but very well written, and very cute at times too. 

Gray-Colored Lenses by beranica

SOULMATE AU. One of my faves for sure, like it’s seriously so well written and just soooooo good.

you’re going to watch me disappear into the sun by erce3

Lots of angst, but still a super good read.

hear you like a whisper (in the corner of my lovesick thoughts) by crayonboxhearts

This one is sooooooo good, it’s such a slowburn but it’s amazing.

i won’t say (i’m in love) by pizzaoctavia

Basically Betty being completely oblivious and Veronica being totally in love.

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I think it’s a lot like faith. To keep believing, trying, and enduring until you finally become able. Because people entrust us their hopes and rely on us to carry on…perhaps that is what makes us ninjas.

i said i was going to watch all bangtan’s mvs in a chronological order but i couldn’t help but go back to ‘young forever’ when i finished my little marathon.. i’m quite a pessimistic person or so i was told. i don’t usually believe in people’s promises of forever, be it love or friendship. bangtan’s special to me in a sense that despite my skeptical and sometimes cold nature they make me really want to be with them forever. i never expected to feel so much love and adoration for anyone. they feel so close yet so far away. they make me smile as much as they make me cry. they inspire me, their music gives me strength. it’s so cheesy but i really want to stay by their side forever. they’ve become a very important part of my youth, it will be forever associated with their music and i’m thankful

“Whenever there is a meeting, a parting is sure to follow. However, that parting need not last forever… Whether a parting be forever or merely for a short time… That is up to you.”


Well! I think I’ve worked on this as much as I’m gonna, so here we go! I love Majora’s Mask so much. It’s definitely favourite Zelda game, and I just have so many feelings about it. The game that makes me cry over a small tree, haha…

So, here’s to the 3DS remake!

I have a higher resolution version I may use for a print sometime!

Imagine spending New Year’s eve with the BTS boys, only to find yourself with them during the countdown, gathering your courage and finally kissing the boy of your dreams.

Rapmonster:

As you approached during the countdown, he looked down at you, smiling thinking already that you looked stunning. The others counted loudly as the year approached it’s end, and a new beginning would dawn. You hears the numbers drop, second by second as your heartbeat increased rhythmically. “4..3..2″
“Namjoon..” You said softly looking at the dashing man before you. He hummed in response.
“Happy New Year..” You added and straightened your back, tiptoeing up to match his height and placed a soft kiss on his lips, hearing fireworks go off in the near distance and the boys around you cheer loudly. As you pulled back slowly, you almost didn’t dare to look, but when you opened your eyes you saw that he was observing you, a confused expression lingered over him. 
“I’m sorry maybe.. I-I shouldn’t ha-.”
“It’s alright. Happy New Year to you as well.” His confused look integrated ans was replaced by a grin, showing off his dimples on each side.
“A very Happy New Year.” He continued, putting his arm around your waist, pulling you in again, kissing you with more effort and desire.

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Jin: 

You were in the kitchen, helping to clean up and put away the dirty plates. Jin was carefully putting away the leftovers, sorting them into different plastic containers. You looked up, the watch on the wall said it was close to midnight, to the new year. You stopped in your movement, and took off the borrowed apron, tapping on Jins shoulder. He turned around with a container of sealed kimchi in his hands. 
“It’s almost twelve, come let’s join the others.” He happily nodded, and dropped the package on the counter. The two of you went out, and saw the rest of the boys in the balcony, merrily cheering and laughing. You joined in the back, Jin by your side and stole a glance our two at him before the countdown started. In unisont the youngest shouted, while the others chuckled and joined in lower voices, drinks raised.
“Jin.” You said, feeling brave, feeling warm. Maybe it was the drinks that were talking but nonetheless you felt bold. Hearing the countdown drawing to an end, you looked the man in the eyes as he gazed back at you.
“I just wanted to say.. Happy New Year.” The words just managed to escape your lips, before you leaned in, placing a small peck on his plump lips. As you drew back, and the fireworks started, and the boys were screaming in joy you peeked at the confused man. Lights from all sides were casting an glorious radiance of all colors on him. 
He shifted his head to the side, his eyes going from his friends, cheering, back to you.
“Well, Happy New Year Y/N. I feels as that was a good way to start the new year, to start something new.” He confessed smiling shyly as he looked at you admiringly.

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All star ~ Aaron Judge Imagine

A long (word count is 1000+) and super cute Aaron Judge imagine, which involves you to support him at the Home Run Derby and All Star Game and maybe a proposal?! 


To say that you were excited when your boyfriend, Aaron Judge, invited you to go to Miami for the Home run Derby and the All Star Game was an understatement.

You guys had known each other since college when you told him that you would agree to go on a date with him if he won the College Home Run Derby.

Flash forward to now, the two of you were on the way to Miami in a private jet.

“You’ve come a long way,” you said putting your hand on his thigh, “…I’m proud of you.”

Aaron took your hand in his, “thank you for coming with me.” Bringing your hand up to his lips, “after all, you are my good luck charm.”

You chuckled, “well, you definitely know how to charm a lady.”

He smiled, “my charm has worked on you, hasn’t it?”

You hummed in agreement.

“I smoothed talked you into agreeing to go on a second date with me after you’d agreed to that first date when I won the College Home Run Derby,” Aaron said, his gaze meeting yours.

“Hmm, that’s right.” You said, breaking eye contact as your eyes looked down to his lips, “…you got me.”

Aaron’s lips met yours, and his hands moved to your waist.

You suddenly remembered that the two of you were not the only ones in the plane when you heard Dellin, one of Aaron’s team mates say, “hey would the two of quit playing grab ass over there?”

“Yeah, save that shit for the hotel room.” Luis added.

You blushed, hiding your face in your hands.

“Can’t keep my hands off this beautiful girl,” Aaron said.

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a selection of moments during mitski’s gig 2night when i teared up:
  • francis forever… bc it always makes me a bit teary and gay :””) yknow like um. ‘i look up at the gaps of sunlight / i miss u more than anything’ that part aahsjdfg
  • they played! the key change! in first love/late spring !! hjgfsdsghkj im a nerd but key changes just make me cry always lmao
  • i will… for like. the same reaosns as francis forever lmao it’s just i love that song yknow?
  • drunk walk home. ok let’s talk abt this ok yknow how she screams on the track? i didnt think she’d do that live but she did it and oh my god oh my god i love her and it was So Much yknow? that was the first time the tears left my eyes. that was the defining moment of the gig tbh
  • last words of a shooting star is like, same content point of ff/i will + same captivating performance as drunk walk home ie everyone stopped moving, tapping feet bobbing heads whatever, n we were all just staring at her. for both those songs
  • and finally…. oh my god. oh my god she did class of 2013 as the encore?? i was not expecting it n like. ahhhhh and she did that thing! where she holds the guitar right up 2 her face like in the npr tiny desk concert which ive watched god knows how many times but this!! was real!!!! it was live!!!! holy ufck i can’t believe i saw that yknow? so i was holding back sobs bc that wouldve been embarrassing ig but i was That emotional. oh my god it was incredible and i love live music
Berlin Marathon Training: Week 1

The first week of the Hanson’s Marathon is more of a half week really. Monday and Tuesday don’t have anything listed at all in the plan and Wednesday is marked as a day “off.” Now, under normal circumstances I would have still run yesterday morning but it was pouring rain when I woke up and I thought, “nope, I don’t have to do this yet.”

I know that over the next 18 weeks I’m going to go through plenty of rainy runs, bad runs, hot and humid runs, runs that make me want to curl up on the cool floor in the basement and cry and runs that will make me feel like I can go forever. That’s the wonderful, terrifying part of marathon training: it will chew you up and spit you out and somehow you will still love doing it. I’m excited to get started again.

But yesterday, I took a day off to appreciate the luxury of not having to actually do anything. 

Hello, everyone! So its been a little over a month of me creating this blog and starting to share my writing. I am so honestly thankful for the support I’ve been given by so many lovely people I’ve talked with since signing up. But to make this short and not too sappy ~ thank you so much to everyone who has followed me, those that’ve shared my works, and others who have shared their creations and inspired me immensely <3. As a little celebration I would like to give back to everyone with the four options below and a shout out to blogs I love and people I think are genuinely talented, kind people I hope the best for. 

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☽ Rules: mbf me please <3 + reblog this post
☽ Check out my writing, maybe? I appreciate any tips/advice/comments
☽ Gift Options (depending on how many I get please know it may take time <3)
    ☆ Name Aesthetic + Concept
    ☆ Personal Mini poem (sizes will change w/ inspiration I feel that day)
    ☆ Visual Poem (mood board and poem)
    ☆ Moodboard 

☼ Send me a season, emotion, theme, color, character/figure, OC, anything 
     you might like + I will try my best to center the writing/edit about it.

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It’s funny how hello is always finished with goodbye.
It’s funny how good memories can make you cry.
It’s funny how forever never seems to last.
It’s funny how much you would lose if you forgot about your past.
It’s funny how ‘friends’ can just leave when you are down.
It’s funny how when you need someone they are never around.
It’s funny how people change and think they are so much better it can’t be packed on one letter.
It’s funny how one night can contain so much regret because the funniest part of all, is none of that’s funny to me.
—  it’s funny but it’s not

I can’t stop smiling from ear to ear writing this. I’m grateful to each person that has invested their time to support me throughout this journey. I really can’t begin to express the impact that you have made on my life and my family. My reward is being able to look in the audience each week seeing just how proud my loved ones are. I’ll forever remember that little girl on the couch watching #DWTS with her grandma. The dream became my reality. My heart smiles. Thank you for being such a special part of this experience. I could just cry because it all seems way too good to be true. We’re in the home stretch. Final results next week. Make sure you don’t forget to cast your votes. We’re so close but the race isn’t over #TeamValmani 😼
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Yandere rp starters 7

“…A stab with a knife like this… I wonder how much it would hurt… Would you like to be the first person to test how much it huuuurts for me?”

“Was i even good enough for you? Please, tell me…”

“Why don’t you stay loyal… It will be much better… For you…”

“Please understand, i didn’t hate you at all… So don’t think ill of me, i’m just doing what’s best for you.”

“Rope or chains… Choose.”

“Don’t cry, it makes me feel horrible for doing this…”

“Aren’t i supposed to be the only person who’s supposed to make you smile? Then why… WHY DID YOU BETRAY ME!?”

“If i’m the only one you really care about… Explain, why do you spend so much time with other people?”

“I don’t like being alone… So, how about you stay with me… Forever?”

“You promised me… YOU PROMISED ME!!!”

“Will you promise to never leave my side?”

“…..I love you so much, no need to cry…”

“What do you mean i’m crazy? I’m not crazy… YOU ARE!”

“We will.. Never part from each other, understand?”

“One day… You will marry me… And i’ll be an amazing (bride/groom/etc)…”

“You love me, don’t lie to me…”

“I’m not a fucking stalker!”

“….Please, stop…”

“(Name)… Why did you tie me up?”

“(Name) calm down! It’s not what it looks like!”

“Put down the damn knife!”

“S…Stop it hurts so much… PLEASE!”

Missmendelsohn’s 6 Month Anniversary!

So…. I just realized that today marks the 6 month anniversary of me watching ‘Rogue One’ on 22nd Dec and seeing this guy - 

Originally posted by redderz

(no, you’re beautiful 😍😍😍) and just falling straight into Mendelhell and settling down comfortably!!! 

and I know I’ve said it a couple dozen times but I’m saying it again… all of this *waves hands around* is all thanks to @spacecapes (read: totally your fault and oh yes, @theblackwook, you’re to blame too! :p) but in all honesty, changing my url was one thing, meeting and getting to know the Mendo fam… now that… that is definitely one of the best parts of the year!!! I have made soooo many new friends, and at the risk of me making a couple if not all of you cry, I just want to say a quick thank you to the amazing people I know and love with all my heart!!! <333

@ben-mendelsohn-trash, @misspookamonga, @benmendelsohnappreciation, @jynnicsanctuary, @the-amazing-mendelsohn, @multi-villain-imagines, @ben-mendelsohn, @paulbenjamins, @mendelsin, @genmaximilianveers, @oh-nostalgiaa, @nastywomanentj, @beany-ben, @galenkrennic, @orson-bigdaddy-krennic 

(I know I did a follow forever already but still… and apologies if I’ve forgotten anyone, you are ALL WONDERFUL!!!)

This has been the most fun and exciting and thrilling and just-the-beginning of a truly life changing experience for me, we all love Ben Mendelsohn and I foresee many more adventures in store for us ahead!!!!