time to start standing up for what is right

I’m pretty sure this is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen in a Pokemon game, tbh. Like between Grunt A rapping, the one grunt in Nurse Joy’s spot, the crudely-drawn dick (well that’s kinda what it looks like) on the cafe’s sign, the Spinda, and the one guy passed out (?) on the floor, you just kind of have to stand back and admire the spectacle.

Only way it could get better was if you could have the Skull girl heal your Pokemon:

“Like, okay, I’ve seen Joy work this thing a thousand times. I should be able to do this. Ok, you turn it on like this, right…?”
*starts pressing buttons but none of them work, tho a kick to the machine starts it up*
“Yo, I kinda need your Pokemon for a mo, kid. That’s what ya came in here for, right?”
*presses more buttons, until one of them does the healing thing, and she gives them back to you*
“TAKE BETTER CARE OF THEM NEXT TIME OR WE JUST MIGHT TAKE THEM FROM YOU! WE DON’T NEED SOME SNOT-NOSED KID COMING HERE WHINING ABOUT THEIR POKEMON!”

Another Chance

Happy Valentine’s Day @cami-nts I hope you enjoy! - your VSV


Stark white numbers and formulas and words floated about against a blackboard background in Lance’s head, colliding like gas molecules. A cloud of chalk dust flew into his line of sight like a disturbance. Lance thought the dust had a weird voice. He almost felt his brow furrow.

“I said the library’s closing, sir!”

Lance jolted awake, his head flying off the open book where it had landed when he fell asleep. His joints ached and his whole body was stiff. He looked up to see a guard standing over him, glaring somewhat judgmentally.

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I’m literally screaming at silver standing up and being like “of course billy is gonna do everything he can to fix this :) of course :) of course billy would never do anything to violate the trust I’ve put in him :) right?!?! :) isn’t that right sweaty?!?! :) :) :) because if he did that :) ha :) one can only imagine what I would do :)”

After all this time, Always (Newt x reader)

Originally posted by savemefromthisaddiction


Summary: You always dreamt everything would be alright, you wanted to be happy and you wanted Newt to be happy. But, once again, you’re in the shadow. And this time, you can’t take it anymore.

Words count: 3949

Warning: Sadness and regrets

A/N: Hi! I’m sorry for not posting for a long time, I’m still writing but with school, I just don’t find the time with my studies (I’m the equivalent of a sophomore). But I’m on holidays so I’ll try my best to post stories. Well, I hope you all have a good day! And requests are open by the way!

And just before you start reading:

  1. -Y/S/N: your shop’s name
  2. -The italic stands for the place the reader is reminiscing the past

   You were rummaging through the pile of stuff in front of you, picking up what belonged to you. You were feeling so sad right now. You wished to be angry, to hate her, hate him. But you couldn’t: the only one you were able to blame was you. Because, after all this time, you thought for a brief moment that he would return your feelings.

   After all, you knew him since your childhood: your parents were in good terms with his and you quickly became friend with him. You were always the first one he would talk about his discoveries and you were the first one he told about his dream.

   At this time, you were still toddlers and all you could think -or much all you wanted to think- about was to dream of what you will be when you are older. You absolutely loved to hear him explain his dream to you: he would take care of beasts, just like he took care of his own Puffskein or his mother’s hippogriffs. He would make the world realise their importance and he would make everyone stop treating the poor animals badly. And you trusted him: if someone could do it, it was him! He was always so kind and so patient… Yes, he could do it.

   At the end of this speech, you always asked in a tiny voice « And, will I have the permission to travel with you? Because it would be so lonely without you… » To this, he would perpetually answer with a smile going all the way up to his eyes « Of course, you’ll come with me! You’ll help me and I will teach you about them and you will take care of them with me! »

   All of this started when you were so young… You never expected it to end in this way. And not now. But, to state the truth, you never expected it to end at all.

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“Hey, Jake?” said Malcolm, “Mind if I use your body for a little bit?”

“Huh?” Jake said. He wasn’t sure he’d heard Malcolm right. He wanted to use his body? “What the fuck you talkin’ about?”

“Can I use your body?” Malcolm repeated, very clearly this time. “You heard Dad, he wants me to start cleaning up the back yard. I thought it would be much easier using your body, using your big muscles. Don’t you think it would be easier if I used your body, Jakey-Boy?”

The moment Jake heard the trigger, his eyes rolled back and his head slumped down over his shoulders. He stayed standing perfectly upright, though. Breathing in, breathing out.

“Ah, I thought you’d agree,” said Malcolm. He stepped up close, right behind his usually intimidating hulk of a brother, without any fear whatsoever, and then he dove right into his flesh. A couple of blinks, of couple more deep breaths in and and out, and he was completely inside. Completely in possession of Jake.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” Malcolm boasted with his brother’s voice (he just couldn’t help himself from using expletives with all of that extra testosterone suddenly pumping through his body.) “We’re gonna get this shit cleaned up real fuckin’ good, bro. Hope you don’t mind if I take all the credit for it, though.”

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“You’re starting to fall asleep again, (y/n)”, Alec complained but you only grumbled respondent.
His arms were way too comfortable to just leave.

“I am totally awake”, you claimed.
“Oh yeah? What did I just say?”
You tried to remember really hard but you couldn’t. Alec gave you a few seconds before he got his confirmation. “Come on. Time for bed.”

“But I don’t want to stand up. It’s so perfect right now.”
“Maybe for you (y/n), but I can’t feel my left foot anymore”, Alec complained and you looked up to him, barely keeping your eyes open.

“Are you saying I am too heavy?” You tried to sound angry but instead only managed a yawn, that made Alec giggle. 
“No you aren’t”, he gave back and stood up with you in his arms.

“What are you doing?”, you asked, cuddling into his strong arms.
“I’m bringing you to bed, since you obviously don’t want to walk on your own.”

You didn’t reply to this. It didn’t seem to be too hart of a thing to do for the tall boy and you really were too tired to walk. You didn’t even manage to stay awake till your room. Cuddled into Alec’s arms you fell asleep again and this time he didn’t wake you.


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Promise- Thomas Jefferson X Reader

I sat in shock, watching one of my best friends arguing why we shouldn’t send aid to France in their time of need. What shocked me more was that me and Jefferson shared the same view point in our lives, for once.

I looked at President Washington, trying to read his emotions but he was unreadable.

“Uh… do whatever you want. I’m super dead.” Hamilton ended and I clenched my fists, about to stand up.

“Enough.” The president said and I took a breath in relief. “Hamilton is right.” He said and my mouth almost dropped open.

“Mr. President-” Jefferson tried but one glance from Washington shut him down.

“We’re too fragile to start another fight.” He said and I stood up, my anger blinding me and I exited the room. I entered the hallway and I felt tears about to make their way out of my eyes. I stayed out there in the hallway, pacing for a good half hour and I turned to walk towards the exit when I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Alexander.

“What?” I asked him venomously and he looked at me, taken aback.

“Are you alright?” He asked slowly.

“You never asked my last name, Alex. You never once pieced together that Lafayette is my brother. You never once assumed even though me and Lafayette were so close the entire time he was here that he’s my brother and that you’re breaking your promise to him.” I told him, trying to keep control of my emotions. I didn’t cry, no matter how much I wanted to because I knew that he would use that to his advantage.

“Your brother’s a smart man, he’ll be fine.”

“It’s not him I’m worried about- it’s the people he’s leading.”

“Exactly they’re unfit to fight!”

“Much like I thought America before the war.”

“But we won-”

“With Frances aid.”

“We’re too fragile to fight. The statement of neutrality has been made.”

“I’m going to France then.”

“No. I promised your brother I would keep you safe.” He said.

“You can’t force me to stay.”

“You could be killed.”

“He might be dead so why would my life matter?” I asked him and he paused.

“Jefferson!” I heard him call out and I spun around to see Thomas Jefferson looking at him quizzically from the other end of the hall and he walked towards us.

“If you called me here to rub your victory in my face, I do not appreciate it.” He said cooly.

“What? No. Not yet anyway. I have a question.” He said. “Lafayette has a sister, right?” He asked and Jefferson nodded.

“Yes but she came to America several years before him. Why?”

“Would Lafayette allow her to fight in the French Revolution?” Alex asked and Jefferson looked shocked to say the least.

“No. He made me promise to try and protect her.” He said and I rolled my eyes, knowing that is something that Laf would do.

“Why you?” Alex scrunched his nose up.

“Well maybe because-”

“Alex it doesn’t matter. My brother isn’t here in the first place.” I told him and Jefferson turned over to me and looked at me in shock.

“You’re Lafayettes sister?” He asked and I nodded, a bit annoyed.

He kissed my hand, his eyes never leaving mine. “I suppose since you are friends with Hamilton that you already know who I am?” He asked and I nodded.

“Jefferson can you convince her to stay here? President Washington needs me.” Alex said and he walked away without another word.

“I hope that he has not spread too many bad rumors about me?”

“He has but I’ll try to put them aside for conversations sake.” I told him and he smiled at me genuinely.

“Thank you, Miss. Lafayette. I appreciate it.”

“Please, call me Y/N.”

“Whatever you wish.”

Had a Star Wars dream last night that the rebels decided to mount a last stand against the Empire, and all of the clone troopers––every single one––who had all somehow been in hiding since the start of the Empire, offered to suit up one last time and fight for freedom. There was a heroic scene of Rex walking through a barracks while troops fell in line behind him, and there was Tup and Fives and Hardcase and Echo in his prime, and Waxer and Cutup and Hevy and Commander Keeli, and 99 was there, and everyone else they thought was dead just joining this swell of troopers, clicking their armor on and holstering weapons. Even Slick and Dogma came to join the cause.

rings

pairing: draco malfoy x blaise zabini x ginny weasley
word count: 1632
a/n:
 I started writing this the other week, after first seeing this post pop up on my dashboard and being inspired. anyways, now that I’m done nano I decided it was time to finish it off. hope you enjoy!


“What the fuck have you done to yourself, Zabini?”

Blaise is standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom they share, turning his head to the left and right. Over his shoulder, Draco is glaring also into the mirror, squinting slightly through the post-shower fog to catch a glimpse of whatever it is that’s sparking in Blaise’s nose.

“Piercing.” Blaise responds, voice smooth and deep as always. “Do you like it?” He turns on his heel and notices that Draco’s eyes skim down over his chest, muscular and still dripping from his shower. It takes a minute for the pale blonde to flick his eyes up to Blaise’s face.

“Hmm.” Draco muses, and steps closer, into the muggy heat of the bathroom. He leans a little closer still, looking at the way the thin gold ring contrasts against Blaise’s dark skin. On another man, it might look like a bull ring. On Blaise, it makes him look regal, disarming. More so than he already is, which Draco hadn’t actually thought was possible. “That depends.” He decides, and Blaise raises a brow.

“On?”

Draco closes the distance between them and presses his lips against his boyfriends, claiming them in an aggressive kiss. “Can I still do this?” He murmurs against Blaise’s lips, nipping the bottom one possessively.

“God yes,” Blaise mumbles back, suddenly grateful that he hadn’t bothered to put his clothes back on.


“Have you gotten another one?”

Blaise is unwrapping a thin scarf from around his neck, and he nearly curses Draco’s incredibly excellent eyesight at catching the ring that is now nestled on the inside of his left ear.

“Yes.” He says, simply.

Draco rolls his eyes as he crosses their small apartment to take a closer look. “I mean, I certainly understand rebelling against your parents-“

“Wasn’t I your rebellion?”

“Exactly.” Draco grins, unable to stop himself. “But, you’ve only just gotten the other one. Your mother is in, what, Sicily right now? She’s not even seen the first one yet.”

Blaise shrugs in a way that looks like liquid and wraps his arms around Draco’s body, tugging him closer still and pressing a kiss to the blonde’s forehead. “You’re right. Actually, I was trying to get the piercers number.”

Draco can’t help it, he rolls his eyes again. “And?”

“No luck. I believe her exact wording was ‘ I don’t date cocky assholes.’”

Draco can’t stop the snort that escapes his lips. “She’s not wrong, you know. You are rather cocky.”

“Why shouldn’t I be? I’m gorgeous, dating a stunning man, I can still date pretty girls…” Blaise grins, charming and seductive and definitely cocky. “Speaking of cocks,” he mumbles, and slides his hand down Draco’s front.


The next one takes three weeks. He doesn’t even make a show of not mentioning it. “What do you think?” It’s his other ear now, a small golden flower sparking with emerald gems pressed against the flat cartilage on top.

“A flower?” Draco says, with a sigh.

“Flowers are pretty.” Blaise says, already pulling his shirt off. “I like pretty things.” He reaches for Draco’s shirt and, thankfully, the blonde doesn’t complain.

“Jesus,” Draco mumbles, as Blaise kisses his neck and then lower with fervour. “You’re always so horny when you get home. What’s so great about this girl? Do her nipples taste like whiskey?”

Blaise laughs, now on his knees and tugging Draco’s pants down to his ankles. “I’m not sure. Still can’t convince her to come on a date. But, if you met her, you’d agree with me.” And then his mouth is too occupied to explain any further, and Draco is definitely not complaining.


“I’ve figured out how to get her to agree to go one a date with me.”

Blaise is lying next to Draco in bed, tracing his finger over his boyfriend’s pale skin, enjoying the way Draco flinches to try and stop himself from laughing. Draco likes to pretend he’s not ticklish, because apparently it isn’t manly to giggle. Blaise knows better. He always knows better.

“Well, go on, entertain me.” Draco drawls, voice still thick with sleep.

Blaise grins, and leans forward to nip at one of Draco’s small nipples. “I’m going to get my cock pierced.”

Draco sits bolt upright, nearly smacking his head into Blaise’s as he goes. “Excuse me?” He sputters, looking over at his boyfriend as though he’s grown a second head.

Blaise shrugs, unaffected. “I figure, once she sees what she’s missing out on she’ll have to say yes.”

“But!” Draco is shaking his head now, trying to wrap his mind around this. “I happen to like that cock.”

“Who’s to say you won’t like it more with a ring in it? Could be good for… stimulation…”

“Blaise, get your hand off me.” Draco chides, but he only half-heartedly smacks the dark hand away from his body. “Right. This is it. I need to see this girl with my own eyes and figure out exactly what’s causing this reaction.”

Blaise, sure that Draco can’t see the glint of his eyes, doesn’t stop the devious smile that breaks out over his face.


They go to the piercing studio that afternoon, Blaise’s fingers twined around Draco’s as they open the door and step in out of the cold. Draco spots her immediately. He’s not sure why he’s so convinced this is the girl - she isn’t Blaise’s usual type.

She’s short, with wide shoulders and thin hips and long straight red hair. She’s got a ring through her bottom lip, a stud in her nose, and he can see nearly a dozen in one of her ears. It’s probably because of the way she grins when she spots Blaise, and then her face falls when she glances down and realizing he’s holding someone’s hand. A man’s hand.

Normally, Draco would count that as a point for him. Their relationship has always been open and comfortable like that, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy getting to be the one Blaise comes home to more often than not. Except. Except, he can’t help but wonder what this girl sounds like when she comes, what her creamy skin tastes like under his tongue. What she would look like with Blaise on top of her. If she could take them both.

His mouth goes dry. Blaise glances over, and grins. And suddenly it all clicks.

“You bastard.” He whispers, under his breath, and Blaise pretends he hasn’t heard as he turns towards the redhead.

“Gin,” he greets, warmly. His voice is lacking the usual layer he spreads on thick as honey when he’s trying to seduce women. He sounds genuine. She smiles back and heads over to greet the men.

“Blaise, good to see you again.” Draco can tell she’s trying to keep her voice neutral, but failing - she seems to wear her heart on her sleeve, or at least on the furrow in her brow.

“This is my boyfriend, Draco.” Blaise introduces, letting go of Draco’s hand so that he can shake the girls.

“Ginny, nice to meet you.”

Draco can’t help it, he plucks her hand out of the air and presses his warm lips to the back of her knuckles, and his own voice is certainly husky when he speaks. “The pleasure is all mine.”

Ginny flushes and removes her hand and looks to Blaise. “What can I do for you today? Another piercing already?”

Blaise shakes his head, and looks back to Draco who can’t seem to take his eyes off the redhead. When Blaise glances over, he realizes it is because her shirt has shifted and he can now see the outline of a barbel in her nipple through the thin cotton. “Not today, love. Actually, I figured I’d see if you were still intent on not giving me your number.”

Ginny’s frown deepens and she looks back over to Draco, who forces himself to meet her eyes instead of her breasts with his gaze. “Am I missing something?”

Draco decides he can handle this situation better than his cocky asshole of a boyfriend. “You see, we’re not entirely… conventional.” Draco explains. “I suppose you’d classify our relationship as open?”

At this, her red eyebrows perk up in interest and she looks back at Blaise, before licking her lips. “Interesting.”

Blaise is about to say something, but Draco speaks before his boyfriend can, unable to stop himself. “How much did that hurt?” He asks, waving at her chest vaguely.

Now, Ginny smirks and steps slightly closer to him. “Nothing I couldn’t handle, though, I’m a bit of a fan of pain. Bit unconventional myself, I suppose.”

Blaise swallows thickly beside him, and Draco smirks in response. “When does your shift end?”

She glances back over her shoulder behind the counter. The man standing there is tall, and his red hair matches hers, though it’s tied up in a bun at the back of his head. He has a tattoo of what looks like a dragon wrapped around his arm, and a large scar across the left side of his neck. She seems to have an entire conversation with him in a series of brow raises and intense glares, and then she turns back and flashes a stunning smile at the two tall men in front of her.

“Right now. Tell me that you live close.”

Blaise has found his voice again, and he steps forward and slips one of his large dark hands into her small creamy one. “Two blocks.” He says.

“Perfect. Lead the way.” 

Draco slips his hand down into her other one and they leave the shop together, and Draco decides firmly that if all of Blaise’s rebellions look like this, he’ll be the first one in line to buy a megaphone in the morning.

So. In 2007 and 8 I had no idea what to do with my life. I’d given up being an opera singer and was just working in a call center. Then I got a job in a courthouse. My parents are both lawyers and while I watched lawyers do their thing I figured it was as good a way as any to change the world.

So I went to law school on an essay where I quoted Archimedes - give me but a firm place to stand and I shall move the world - and Dumbledore - We must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.

I ended up in a different area of law than I set out to be, family law. And it’s awful. I started a practice, I got depressed, I burnt out, and I quit. I took a year off to recover. I worked as a paralegal and the stayed home to be a mom and write. I felt for a long time like I wasted 3 years of my life.

I didn’t. I have to to chose between what is right and easy. Easy would be sitting back and not using this. Right is taking my degree and my law license and Fighting for What I believe in. And that’s that fucking constitution and the greatness of ALL American people.

In the next year I’m gonna reactive and start doing pro bono work. Hopefully immigration and youth advocacy. I have this tool and I must use it. I will find my firm place to stand and I will move the world.

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what you need?
what you want?
it’s time to open your eyes
and find what you lost
take a stand
when you fall
don’t let them pigeon your mind
you’ll never get caught

well mister
i won’t change my way
no i don’t hear a word
you say
hey, hey
if you think i’m good as gone
no no
you’re dead wrong
you’re dead wrong
i move on

oh, when your heart starts beating
oh, can you feel it, feel it?
oh, when your soul ain’t breathing
you get right back
you get right back
oh, when your heart starts beating
oh, can you feel it, feel it?
oh, when you stop believing
you get right back
you get right back

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Final thoughts:

I can’t stand the fact that I have friends and acquaintances who cannot sleep or literally cannot stop crying because they are so afraid for their lives.

I can’t stand the fact that ultimately, reason, compassion, and experience didn’t prevail.  

I can’t stand the fact that, as a journalist put it, “the most-qualified (female) candidate of all time lost to the least-qualified candidate of all time.”

I can’t stand the fact that half the country did this to ourselves seemingly without a care for the literal monster that Trump is. 

What I do know is that the other half of America will not let this go lightly.

I know that though we screwed ourselves over tonight, ultimately most of us are better than this and know it’s not okay. That we’ll help each other up, get angry, and start fighting. That we still need change, equal rights, and basic damn safety for ourselves, our family, and friends, and we sure as hell are not going to let them get away with taking those away. 

To all the women, PoCs, disabled, LGBTQ+, immigrants, etc.:

I love you all so, so much. If you need to, take a day off tomorrow and just rest. Take care of yourselves and each other. Surviving is in our blood and survive we will. Believe in tomorrow, and the next election. We’ll need everything we can, and all the people we can get, to morally and literally get out of this alive. 

Doctor Who —  Rose Tyler Quotes {Sentence Starters}

  • “Oh, here’s trouble. What you been up to?”
  • “You don’t just give up. You don’t just let things happen. You make a stand.”
  • “You can tell me. I bet you’ve got your eye on someone.”
  • “I made my choice a long time ago, and I’m never gonna leave you.”
  • “I’m begging you, don’t kill them. You didn’t kill me.”
  • “So what you’re saying is, the whole world revolves around you?”
  • “Don’t die! Oh my God, don’t die! Oh my God, don’t die!”
  • “Right, I’ve changed my mind. Start worrying about me.”
  • “Come on, times haven’t changed that much. I bet you’ve done the same.”
  • “Look, you don’t understand what’s going on—”
  • “You know what, they keep trying to split us up, but they never, ever will.”
  • “What else is there? What do you want?”
  • “We’re not a couple! Why does everyone think we’re a couple?”
  • “Don’t be like that. You never know, there could be someone out there.”
  • “You think you’re so impressive.”
  • “It’s a bit warm in here. They could turn the heating down.”
  • “Thank you! [pause] Hold on, was that an insult?”
  • “And don’t think I didn’t feel your hands having a quick wander!”
  • “It wasn’t some big plan! I just saw it happening, and I thought… I can stop this.”
  • “She slapped you!”
  • “And now what? What are you waiting for?”

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3. “Please, don’t leave.”

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It was about midday and quiet in the house at the time, just the way Mahiru liked it. The children he was babysitting were sleeping, and he had finally gotten the chance to start reading the book that he’d brought with him for down time. Just as he was settling into a chair to open the book, he received a text message from his closest friend.
‘You’re babysitting today right?’ The message from Sakuya read, Mahiru knew what typically came after that question, so he was already standing up as he responded.
‘Yes, I am.’
‘Oh cool. I’m outside.’ The response came as Mahiru was already opening the door.He greeted his friend politely and instructed him not to be too loud considering the children were asleep. He knew the chances of that actually happening were slim, but he had to warn anyway.
“So, I brought movies and popcorn and-” Sakuya started as he walked in.
“Sakuya, I’m not sure that movies would be the best idea right now-” Mahiru tried to object, but Sakuya was already making himself at home and inviting Mahiru to sit on the couch next to him,
About ten minutes into their movie, Mahiru’s phone disturbed him again, this time a phone call from his uncle. Sakuya tried to eavesdrop curiously, wondering what Mahiru’s uncle would call about when he was likely at work.
Mahiru returned two minutes later, with a worried look on his face. “Sakuya can I ask a favor of you?” He made no hesitation getting to the point.
“Anything for you.” Was the maybe too eager response.
“So you’ll watch the children for a few minutes while I run home real quick??” Mahiru asked thankfully. “It’s just a few minutes and they’re asleep so it should be no problem right?”
Sakuya was a bit disappointed at Mahiru having to leave, but he quickly agreed. “They’re asleep, it’ll be fine.” He assured himself, despite having no babysitting experience himself.
That was, at least, until he heard a young boy (it had to have been Hyde) yell out that his brother kicked him.
“MAHIRU NO!” Sakuya yelled, running to the door. “Please don’t leave me alone with-” Mahiru was already gone. It was too late. Sakuya stared at the blonde child that had now walked into the living room, and prayed just a little.

 


You thought I’d give you angst didn’t you. H a 
I used Age!AU bc  it’s such a fave tbh. Hope you like!

honestly guys when Izzy went to Clary to apologize on behalf of Alec my heart just filled with sO MUCH JOY

“You have a new life now, you have me. And that’s not gonna change.”

CAN YOU BELIEVE WE HAVE BEEN GIFTED WITH SUCH A PURE AND BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP??? TWO YOUNG WOMEN SUPPORTING EACH OTHER AND HAVING EACH OTHER’S BACKS
Izzy wants Clary to feel accepted, she’s always tried to make her feel welcomed and at ease right from the start and she treats her like she’s part of her family, like she’s her sister because she gets the pain and the shock Clary must have been through and, growning up, she has always been the one who had to kinda act like a mother to her siblings and of course when she sees Clary for the first time she has that motherly instinct towards her and that’s just so beautiful because although she deeply loves and trusts Alec with her life she stands up for Clary because “what the hell, I won’t allow him to treat her like she’s a piece of shit” because that’s what family is for, you help each other, and Clary needs someone to call “family” right now

and well, that whole scene made me so emotional

You know, one of the things I love best about the Tracy family is just how absolutely close they are. You know that no matter what happens, they’ll always stand by each other and take care of one another. And with all that fondness, you know it’s guaranteed that there’s been at least one point in their lives that they’ve ended up in a pile like a litter of puppies. (Scott totally started it this time by grabbing John and tackling Virgil, and everyone else just went along with it.)

I started this a week or two ago but was having a very hard time getting it done, and thanks to a headache and some determination, finally got it finished tonight. (At the expense of putting off homework for another night, oh well. ;3) It was nice to have something fun to draw the family doing for a change too. Also it makes the wait for Season 2 just a little bit less painful!

(With a special dedication of course to @flyboytracy, @sonatanotwo, @starman-john-tracy, @gordoncoopertracy, and @thelittlesttracy for being such wonderful RP bros. <3333333)

diving in

SuperCorp. Super short. Ha, get it, super-

i’m sorry.


Kara breathes. 

Sucks in another breath. Does the process all over again, because hey, she’s got plenty of time. Plenty of time. To just stand here, hand raised to knock on the door.

Plenty of time to turn right around.

(She doesn’t know what she’s doing. She had just started walking off, numbly following sidewalk after sidewalk until she’s looking up at Luthor- L Corp.

Riding up in the elevator. Standing outside Lena Luthor’s office.)

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Finally, he had some time off and he was enjoying it at home, this time alone. Alicia was working and Steve was relaxing on his beach, with his ukelele. And it was times like these where his mind started wonder how she is. He stops playing, stands up and just look at the sea… the sea was always what makes him remind her…. after all it was the sea that they had in common. And he sighs, smiling lightly. Everything was so different back then… everything felt o right, so simple…
Steve closes his eyes and he is able to hear her laugh. And he hope she is doing ok. After all the hurting he doesn’t want for her to be suffering. No… he had move on and he just wants for her to be happy too. Last time, she said she was happy with what she was doing…. that was four years ago and he never saw her after that.
Steve is lost in his thoughts when his phone rings waking him up from his daze. It’s Alicia and Steve decides to take her out to dinner that night. After all, she is his wife… @ltcatherinemcgarrettrollinsrp

Erik (Magneto) - Anxiety Request

Request:  Hiiii :) I was wondering if you could do an Erik Lehnsherr imagine where the reader has really bad anxiety? Thanks :)

So I seriously hope this okay. Anxiety is such a varied mental illness I wasn’t sure where to start. I suppose I should give an anxiety trigger warning just in case but I wouldn’t say it was too bad. Again I hope this is okay for you guys.

~Much love, Ive

You woke up from that reoccurring nightmare. The one where you dream that no one can see you, you’re standing there yelling at Erik who is about to get shot but suddenly he doesn’t look your way or hear your warnings and every time he gets shot. You knew the dream was stupid but it always unsettled you, what if it did happen. These kinds of things could, right? You were surrounded all day by mutants who could read minds or lift cars with a finger, what’s stopping you from seeing the future in a dream? It was that one dream that spiked your anxiety levels, you knew you wouldn’t sleep for the rest of the night now and it took you so ling to get to sleep becasue of the dream. It was 4am and you’d only been asleep for 3 hours. You clambered out of bed, carefully so you didn’t wake Erik and made your way down the the kitchen.

You poured yourself a glass of water and wiped your sweaty hands off on your pyjama bottoms. You had to react the words, it’s only a dream in your head over and over again just to stop your hands from shaking. You sat at the dining table with you’re knees pulled into your chest clutching the glass of water. It could happen, your brain wouldn’t let the image of Erik dying slip out of your head. It’s only a dream, it’s just a dream, you chanted in your head.

“It’s just a dream.” You whispered out loud to yourself.

“Y/N?” You heard a whisper from behind you making you jump up and turn around as quickly as you could. You felt a little relieved when you saw it was Erik but you also felt stupid for getting so upset about a dream, even though you did this most nights nowadays. “Are you okay?” He took a step towards you.

“Yes.” You squeaked, you obviously weren’t becasue as you spoke tears started to stream down your face.Erik didn’t say anything he just came towards you and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled back for a second and wiped the tears off your face.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He seemed to demand it almost but in a way it was still comforting to know he cared so much. You couldn’t tell him though, you just shook your head and closed your eyes as tight as you could. “Okay, back to bed then.” He scooped you up and carried you back to bed.

He settled you in-between his legs as he leaned himself against the headboard. You hugged your knees and he hugged you, brushing your hair out of you face.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” You decided to let it all out, you let the anxieties that were consuming your nights out. You waited for that moment for Erik to tell  you it was stupid or to laugh but he didn’t. You kissed your shoulder and hugged to tighter promising it would all be okay.