were soaring

anonymous asked:

Hey, dumb American question here. Every UK person I have ever met hates Margaret Thatcher. Why? What terrible thing did she do to piss off that many people for so long?

Where do I fucking start?

So, Thatcher was the bane of the working classes, and much of what she did still has repercussions to this day. So, in no particular order, just in the order I remember them, here are some things she did that pissed us off - 

• In 1989 she introduced this thing called the “Community Charge” but which everyone calls the “Poll Tax” which replaced an older system in which your tax payment was based on the rental value of your home. This new tax meant that people living in one bedroom flats would pay the same as a billionaire living in a mansion. Obviously, the rich loved it, everyone else… not so much. So there were riots (video of news about the riots) - There were lots of riots in the Thatcher years, and they were all notable for the extreme levels of police brutality.

(photo, poll tax protest in Trafalgar Square, 1990)

• Then there was her war on industry. There was a lot of inflation when she came to power, so she instituted anti-inflationary measures. All well and good… except not the way she did it. She closed many government controlled industries, most famously steel and coal. The amount spent on public industries dropped by 38% under Thatcher. The coal miners went on strike, for almost a year, but in the end, the pits were still closed, and 64,000 people lost their jobs. Unemployment rates soared in industrial areas, and inequality between these (generally northern or welsh) areas and the rest of the UK is still there. During the strike there were numerous violent clashes with the police at picket lines which were widely televised. As a memoir from one miner attests: “ I saw a police officer with a fire extinguisher in his hand, bashing a lad in the back. I tried to get closer to note down the officer’s number but they were wearing black boilersuits with no numbers. The next thing I knew, a police officer struck me from behind. I was coming in and out of consciousness as I was dragged across the road into an alleyway. They blocked off the alley and beat another lad and me with sticks until I was unconscious.” (I can’t post the whole thing it’s too long, but read it in the Guardian) Images such as this swept the country, turning many people against Thatcher -

And after it was all over people felt Thatcher had lied, saying she wanted to close only 20 pits, when in the end, 75 were closed down.

• Inequality soared whilst she was prime minister. There is a thing called the gini coefficient, it is the most common method of measuring inequality. Under gini, a score of one would be a completely unequal society; zero would be completely equal. Britain’s gini score went up from 0.253 to 0.339 by the time Thatcher resigned.

• During her time as prime minister the notorious ‘Section 28′ was published. It stated: A local authority shall not (a) intentionally promote homosexuality or publish material with the intention of promoting homosexuality; (b) promote the teaching in any maintained school of the acceptability of homosexuality as a pretended family relationship. - Section 28 wasn’t repealed until 2003.

• She introduced the Right To Buy scheme, which allowed people to buy their council houses for a very low price, which, at first glance, seems like a great idea, allowing people who normally wouldn’t be able to afford their own home to have one - however, loads of people have entered the scheme and now we have far too little social housing, meaning there has been a sharp rise in homelessness.

• The Battle of the Beanfield was a clash between hippies and police near Stonehenge in 1985. 1300 police officers converged on a convoy of 600 new age travellers who were heading to Stonehenge to set up a free festival in violation of a high court order. Again, there was an insane amount of police brutality, and 16 travellers were hospitalised, 573 people were arrested (one of the biggest mass arrests in UK history) - “Pregnant women were clubbed with truncheons, as were those holding babies. The journalist Nick Davies, then working for The Observer, saw the violence. ‘They were like flies around rotten meat,’ he wrote, ‘and there was no question of trying to make a lawful arrest. They crawled all over, truncheons flailing, hitting anybody they could reach. It was extremely violent and very sickening.’” (source) - Once everyone was arrested, the empty vehicles, which were in many cases the only homes the travellers had “were then systematically smashed to pieces and several were set on fire. Seven healthy dogs belonging to the Travellers were put down by officers from the RSPCA.” (source same as above)

Most of the charges were dismissed in court after Lord Cardigan, who had tagged along with them to see what would happen, testified on behalf of the travellers against the police. 

• Her removal of Irish dissidents right to be placed in a category that essentially made them political prisoners instead of merely criminals led to a hunger strike that ended in 10 deaths, including that of Bobby Sands, who was elected from his prison cell, reflecting the immense national, and international support for Irish nationalists. Thatchers lack of sympathy, or even empathy led to her becoming even more of a hate figure.

• She presided over a rapid deregulation of the banks, which ultimately led to much of the problems during britains 2007-2012 financial crash many years later.

• She took free milk from school children, which, though not as serious as anything else listed here, directly affected every child in the UK and was very unpopular, leading her to get the nickname “Maggie Thatcher, Milk Snatcher”, which is still used today.

• Oh… and she supported Apartheid and called Mandela a terrorist.

This is nowhere near everything she’s done that pisses people off, but I hope it goes some way to explaining why when she died “ding dong the witch is dead” became number one in the UK charts, people partied in the streets, and people protested her (State funded) funeral. She is a decisive figure, some people in the UK do actually love her. I do not. She decimated the UK’s industrial heartland, she caused mass unemployment and the destruction of much of working class culture, she was cavalier in her financial policies and increased inequality by staggering levels, she approved serious police brutality and attempted to destroy the culture of unions in this country.  I fundamentally disagree with all she stood for and it angers me that her mistakes are still affecting this country and the people who live in it. And I am VERY angry that the current government are spending £50 million on a museum about her.

3

c'mon // panic! at the disco + fun.

Patience

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Peter Parker had always been patient with you.

A/N: This is only the first small part to what will definitely be a series!! It’s a little bit short, but I felt like I was at a good stopping point. I hope you guys enjoy!! :-)

Join my tag list / Masterlist / Story Playlist


His whole life, Peter had made a habit of being chronically impatient, but with you, he was always the opposite.

Keep reading

We were meant to be gods
We were meant to own the sky
                                  shake the Earth with our breath
                                  carry oceans in our tears
                                  conquer kingdoms with a single shot
We were meant to soar above even the brightest stars
 
But they plucked the ambrosia from my lips
and they sucked the divinity from your name
and they cast us out like original sin out of Eden
and they left us here 
     bare-handed
     in socked feet
     with wounded hearts and mortal sins
     and the last enchanted dewdrop still clinging to our hair
 
So I sank down to hell
        made playmates with the fallen devils
        learned how to stay warm by the heat of hellfire
 
So you leapt into the sky
             made warmates with the fallen stars
             learned how to fly by the trail of a dying comet
 
So you resurrected me with your poisoned lips
and I breathed your name back to life
and we built ourselves up from the depth of this cursed land
     brick by brick
     bone by bone
     breath by breath
     sin by ghostly sin
 
And one day, my love, 
we will reach up into the heavens
and bring down their castle in the clouds
and leave them as they left us:
     bare-handed
     in socked feet
     with wounded hearts and immortal sins
     and the last enchanted dewdrop still clinging to their hair
 
One day, my love, 
we will be 
what d e s t r o y e d the gods.
—  hell is just a meeting room for the forgotten and the abandoned ( j.p.
civil war 2.0 - peter parker

request: hii i know you have a lot of requests but could you write something with “quicker, you freaking piece of-”?? LOVE YOUR BLOG BTW - @mashtoncliffin

summary: peter and y/n find themselves pitted against each other when tony and steve fall into an argument about who’s protege is the best.

notes: i finally wrote it!! i hope you like it babes!

word count: 1.9k


Honestly, this wasn’t your fault. You’d been so relieved to just have a day off, get some training done, but no. Now here you were, in hand to hand combat with an actual superhero while all the Avengers watched and placed bets.

It all started around two in the afternoon. You were training in the tower, pushing yourself harder than you ever had before. Sweat dripped from your clenched jaw, and sticky strands of hair clung to the back of your neck. With every blow, you imagined the target was Peter.

Damn him for making you feel this way!

Keep reading

Love Struck

Sidon/Reader
Summary: Reader is afflicted with emotions they yet to comprehend. An unlikely advocate helps the reader with their issues. 
Word count: 1866


There was no way to ignore this feeling, it felt like you were soaring, but being pulled under water at the same time. Harebrained, finger tips always tingling, throat dryer then the Gerudo Desert, and with knees so wobbly you were afraid one step would do you in, it sometimes it felt like you had too much air, but also never enough. There were days you found yourself in a haze, eyes glazed over. Other times, your heart pounded so deep it you couldn’t tell if you were ascending, or about to die of a heart attack.

Keep reading

It Can’t Rain Forever

(In response to this post https://eddiekaaspbraks.tumblr.com/post/166153229332/will-someone-write-a-fic-where-stan-feels-insecure)

Clean.

That’s all Stanley wanted.

He just wanted to feel clean.

But every time he looked in the mirror and saw the scars, he was transported back to that dark and dirty sewer. The complete and utter loneliness would take hold of him and suddenly, his bathroom lights were too bright. They were too close. They were growing closer. They were towering over him. They were paralyzing him-

He was dirty.

So, so dirty.

And he couldn’t get clean.

No matter how hard he scrubbed his face, the marks wouldn’t leave.

His hands began to shake, frantically tugging at his face. The wash cloth in his hand came back bloodied this time; he must have picked one of the scabs off. So be it. He couldn’t feel his face anymore anyways. And the lights just kept getting brighter.

He felt like an actor, and this was his scene. The spotlight was on him, just like it always is. Like it always will be.

So he better play his part.

He must play his part.

Keep reading

Stop That (part 2/2)

Word count: 1,402

Warning: smut, rough sex, oral (male receiving), mouth fucking

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary/Request: Part two of this fanfic Stop That

Basically just the pure smut to end all the angst ;)

Originally posted by tearinmyeye

Your mind was going absolutely mental. A minute ago you had been arguing with Dean about his irrational anger and now he had confessed his feelings to you and you were pressed against him as his lips were moving against yours. The electricity you had felt in your veins, originally of nerves, then of anger, was now of lust and wonder that this man could actually love you as you loved him.

Keep reading

Feysand Child AU???

Kid @ 5 months
•Feyre gives her a bath after she crawled outside all over Aunt Elain’s garden
•Rhys and child makes a pillow fort (!!!!!)
•Uncle Cass is very playful and protective
•Uncle Az has a very soft side for kids and took her high up to the sky when she was crying because she misses momma and dadda (they were a little “busy” so le baby was under poor Az’s care)
•Aunt Nesta always makes her laugh (like she just laUGHS when she sees Nesta)
•Aunt Elain puts flowers behind le baby’s ears
•Aunt Amren just groans when the baby cries but she loOoOves her
•Aunt Mor always uses a high-pitched voice when talking to the baby
•Momma and dadda always makes her play with the other Illyrian kiddos
•"OhmYgoDs feYRE SHE HAS TINY BLACK WINGS SPROUTING FROM HER BACK"
~
Kid @ 2
•"I yuv you momma! I yuv you dadda!“
•Her first words were “I yuv you” because she always hears it from her parents
•On her birthday, there was a big surprise: UNCLE AZ CAN BAKE?!
•Uncle Lucien gives her smol paintbrushes and non-toxic paint AND a canvas that’s the same size as her
•"Lucien, you know she can’t paint yet” “Hush. Practice makes perfect.”
•"What’s my name? Dadda Rhy-sand" “Weeeeesand?” “No, no.. RRRhysand” “Wwweeeeaand!!”
•The Inner Circle starts calling Rhys “Wees” afterwards
~
Kid @ 5
•Dadda teaches her how to fly
•Dadda Wees hugs her tightly when she cried because she couldn’t lift her wings without hurting herself. “Aw sweetie you hurt me too when you cry, you know.” And then he gives her a sad face.
•Momma supports her wings, letting them rest on her hands while she lifts them until she can do it all by herself
•Uncle Cass and Aunt Mor gave her a tub of ice cream when she was finally able to lift her wings by herself
•"Cass you’ll give her tonsillitis" “It’s ice cream, Feyre. Ice cream is good for the health”
•She learned to fly after three months (!!!) with help from her supportive fam
•Feyre painted a scene once, when Rhys and their child were soaring, flying across the beautiful skies of Velaris
•Feyre was teaching their daughter how to paint and she drew eyes. One violet and one grey-blue (blue-grey???)
~
Kid @ 13
•She got into a massive fight with her dad bc he “was too over-protective and wouldn’t let her go out on her own”
“'There’s a chance that something might happen to you!’ Rhys had snapped. They’ve been bickering all afternoon.

‘What’s the purpose of all my training, then? Just for show because I already have an immensely annoying and over-protective dad to tail me wherever I go?! I don’t need you to protect me all the time!’ she’d yelled.“

•She regretted everything she’d said later on and knelt in front of him and took his hand, leaning her forehead against it and apologizing. (She did this when it was dinnertime in front of the inner circle btw :))
•Rhys had pulled her up and embraced her while she weeped. “It’s okay… It’s okay. I love you.”
•And then Az suddenly goes, “Do you want me to bake a cake after this?”
•ANYWAYS,,, she goes shopping with her fabulous Aunt Mor
•She also reads with Aunt Amren, occasionally bringing lamb meat, thinking it might help her adjust to her Fae form
~
Kid @ 18
•Rhys tears up (but doesn’t cry) when he sees hia daughter in her gown on her 18th birthday. And guess what? It was also the day of the next Starfall
•Everyone in Prythian was invited. Even Tamlin the Tool. Surprisingly enough, ALL the high lords came. Except for Beron, that dude’s a party pooper
~
Gifts from le High Lords:
•Thesan: a box of chocolates bc he didn’t know what to give:)
•Kallias: a ball of frost encasing a beautiful flower (I got this from Tinkerbell DKSKDKSKS)
•Vivianne: a make-up set with different shades of blue
•Helion: You guessed it. A booook!!
•Tarquin: A necklace with a charm in the shape of a shell
•Aaand Tamlin: (a tool box LOL JK) A fancy-ass wine bottle (oNLY FOR DISPLAY OK) and a pun decorated with wings carved out of black diamond. The pin also serves as an apology to Rhys and Feyre
~
Gifts from her boufiful fam:
•Uncle Az: a paint set with all colors imaginable even though he knows she can mix paint
•Uncle Cass and Aunt Nesta: a doggoooo!!! She named him (the doggo) Astraeus which means “starry one”
•Uncle Lucien and Aunt Elain: some sort of fancy photo album/scrapbook showcasing her growth
•Aunt Mor: A beautiful, elegant af dress studded with crystals at the waistline
•Aunt Amren: one of her necklaces
•Mom and Dad: They gave her a crown. It kinda took the shaoe of Rhys’s knee tattoos and had a shiny diamond on the peaks of eack mountain. The crown was studded with black crystals, and it was like someone took a bit of the night sky and placed it in them
~
Kid @ 20
•she found someone she wanted to believe was her mate because (1.) They’re childhood friends and she lolololoooves him (2.) They like each other
•Dadda is v protective while momma just lays a hand on his shoulder everytime he growls or whatever, trying to calm him down
•They all put their tough people™ masks on when he had dinner with them.
•Except for Elain, who just gives him a sympathetic look.
•k so yeah he’s her mate so everyone soon warms up to him (although Rhys is still a li'l bit salty)
•they always go out on dates and, soon enough, the Inner Circle misses her
~Five years later~
•Astraeus (her doggo) died
•sHE’S PREGGERS
•Rhys and Feyre don’t wanna leave her side
•oh, and her mate too
•months later, she gave birth to a baby girl
•Grandpa Wees and Grandma Feyre don’t wanna leave the baby
•Weeks later, the baby got very ill. They brought her to the healer but the fever just won’t go away. As the days went on, the innocent, little thing weakened. Rhys and Feyre’s daughter would cry herself to sleep. Nothing could comfort her, not even her mate or parents’ embrace.

“She didn’t want leave her daughter just yet. They’d only had her for a few weeks. It was not enough. It would never be.

She looked up at her mother, tears streaming down her face. ‘I should’ve been a better mother. It’s all my fault.’
She didn’t leave her daughter. Even when they buried the baby’s coffin, she didn’t leave.“

-

My smol masterlist:(

Confessions (Peter Parker x reader)

summary: peter goes to your place after a bad date

warnings: none

word count: 1.8k

pairings: peter parker x reader

prompts: 100, “You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to,” 95, “Come cuddle,” 36, “You’ve shown me what love can feel like,” and 27, “Kiss me,” from this prompt list

a/n: the numbers above were again provided by an anonymous request, thanks for being so patient and I hope you enjoy:)

Keep reading

We were sky-born; soaring linens, magic
         bed-knobs held firmly not to be
                              blown off
                         
                            the mattress
                  & plummet toward the
                                tragic
   
                            madness
   
         of an open ocean, frozen – scoff!
   
We weren’t meant to be anchors, pelagic;
                                              content –!
                      with sips of ice drips
                      when we used to
 
                               quaff
   
                the heaven’s ambrosia
                       until we had
                             our fill. 
   
We were sky-born – we are sky-born, still.
—  Sky-born, by M.A. Tempels © 2017
Summer (Part One)

Requested by anon

Hi love, just wondering if you would be willing to do a Harry hook imagine set in neverland where the reader is peter pans daughter and meets Harry but they don’t know who each other are (Harry is without his hook for some reason etc) and they fall in love but discover who each other are after it’s too late? Love your writing so much!!!

Summary: You had always wanted to go to Neverland and when you’re father refused you decided to take matters into your own hands. Little did you know that on that island you would meet the best thing that has ever happened to you.

Characters: Harry Hook, reader (daughter of Peter Pan)

Warnings: none i’m pretty sure

Word Count: 2579

A/N: Can I just say I loved this idea so much! I’m pretty sure this is going to be split up into two parts. The second one is actually all finished and queued up for tomorrow but anyway hope you guys like this one!

@booktvmoviefangirl

Requests and tags are always open (find my prompt list here)

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

You were determined to make it off Auradon. Well, first you had to find a way to sneak some pixie dust from your dad. Lucky for you, he didn’t keep it hidden. He did however keep it locked up. It wasn’t so much as wanting to leave your home than wanting to prove yourself to your father. His whole ‘never grow up’ thing had kind of hit a rough spot when you came into his life. You knew he loved you, more than anything. It was simply hard for him to act like a real father at times, though. Which was why you set out on this mission in the first place.

It wasn’t hard to borrow the key from Tinkerbell. Technically speaking she didn’t exactly know you had borrowed it. You had a strong feeling she wouldn’t realize it, as they were finishing preparing for the changing of the seasons. Spring to summer was always the most hectic, as they had to watch out for more people.

You waited until your dad had fallen asleep before moving towards the clear glass safe. Four turns forward, one turn back, turn the key. You smiled triumphantly when the box clicked open. After filling a small pouch with pixie dust you made your way to the top of the clock tower.

You had flown before, obviously. It was one of the first things you remember your dad teaching you to do. It wasn’t long before you were soaring up in the air and into the night sky. You were so focused on getting to Neverland that you didn’t notice a small rip on the bag, leaving pixie dust in your wake as you flew over the Isle of the Lost.


Harry had a feeling no one else noticed it. A blur of something golden flying overhead. For a second he thought the barrier had been taken down. But that wasn’t it. Instead he followed the trail of gold until he got to the edge of the Isle. It wasn’t until he stopped poking and prodding at everything that he realized that something felt different. Slowly he made his way to the end of the dock, expecting to be hit by the barrier. But the shock that came with trying to go through never hit. Instead he almost toppled off the end of the boating dock. He laughed before stepping back into the barrier. It was dust. He recognized the shimmer of gold on his hand immediately. The dust had no magical properties on the isle, he’d know. His dad used to have a whole bunch of it. When he found out it was useless he’d thrown it all in the ocean. But not before Harry managed to take a bit of it. He had exactly ten minutes to make it home and get his pixie dust before the magic wore out and the barrier closed again.

He ran for it. He was in such a hurry, turning his place upside down and throwing things back and forth and into a bag that by the time he left grabbing his hook once more had completely slipped his mind. He ran to the part of the barrier that was open and stepped to the edge again. After testing the dust and determining it worked he covered himself head to toe in it. Soon enough he got the dust to work and realized he was flying. His first thought was to go to Auradon. He’d wreck a bit of havoc then open up the barrier for his crew and everyone else.

But then he looked up and saw the stars. It was one of the only times he had seen them for what they really were. It was nighttime and everything was quiet, peaceful almost. Second star to the right. Those were the words that popped into his mind. He turned around in the air a few times before finding the star he was looking for. He didn’t hesitate before turning away from Auradon and flying in the direction of Neverland.

Keep reading

E is for Extreme

Contribution for the ABC’s of Simon @simons-thirst-squad  I had so much fun writing this!  

Warnings:  Smutty, smut smut smut.  Dub-Con, walkers, BDSMish, Spanking, Cuffs, 

Pairing:  Simon/OFC 

Tags: @arkhamasylumpatient-blog1, @blondesouthsquad, @enchantingoblivion, @alyisdead, @dead-head-joker, @miiraal, @theonethatgotaway213, @marauderice, @kellyn1604, @megandrawsspace, @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers, @shanaatjelove11, @daintyunicorn, @mac5323

               A powerful hand grips your shoulder, guiding you through the darkness.  He is right behind you, almost pushing you forward.  You debate on sprinting out of his grasp, but with the blindfold on you would likely run straight into a tree.  Even though your hands aren’t tied he would stop you if you tried to free your eyes and the split second it would take to pull the damn thing down would give him the leverage to catch you again.  You sighed in frustration.

               “Getting upset already?” Simon’s voice made your inner ear tingle.  

               You stumble and his squeezes harder on your shoulder.  There is no doubt it will leave a bruise.  

               “Don’t worry baby, we’re almost there.”  His voice has a bit of playfulness in it, which makes you whimper.  “Those sounds you make are music to my ears.”

Keep reading

Helpless (Tim Drake x Reader)

A/N: I wanted to write this so badly you literally don’t understand. I had the idea to base a fic off this song and was trying to decide which batboy. There’s a line in the song that’s goes “I’m trying not to cry because there’s nothing your mind can’t do” and so I chose Tim! This fic is based on the song “Helpless” from Hamilton. Maybe listen to it as you read? Idk, your choice. Also you have a sister in this because lyrics said so. This is such trash and I’m sorry.
Warnings: None
Tagging: @solis200213 @pinkwitch21 @tigeragathe @gokusanfan @just-a-girl-maybe @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @holywinchesterness @battybe-my-writing

It was a hot summer night, and the night of another Wayne Gala.

People were chattering, dancing and generally having a good time all around you. You had come with your parents and sister, more mandatory than voluntary.

You smiled to yourself as your sister charmed everyone in the room with a dazzling smile and an infectious laugh.

Center spotlight had never been your thing, and you much preferred to watch your sister gracefully waltz across the floor.

You glanced away from the crowd, to the doorway where people were still trickling in.

You swore your heart skipped a beat. A boy about your age entered, his black hair styled nearly, his blue eyes piercing and captivating.

You weren’t one to fawn over strangers, really, you weren’t. But something about him sent butterflies through your stomach. You felt like you were flying, just looking at him.

He stood at the opposite side of the ballroom, and you tried to catch his eye from across the shifting waves of dancers.

For just a second your eyes met and if you felt like you were flying before, now you were soaring, far above the clouds. The band was playing loudly in the background, but you hardly noticed. You didn’t realize that you were smiling, lost in his eyes until he looked away with a slight smirk.

“What’s this? Found someone interesting?” A voice came from behind you, and you felt a gentle touch on your forearm.

You turned and saw your sister, smirking at you encouragingly.

“Maybe,” you said, one side of your mouth turning up in a half smile. “I think this one’s mine.”

Your sister nodded and made her way across the ballroom. Too late you realized she was headed directly for him. She took the young man by the arm gently.

What was she doing? No, no, no! So much for that.

Your sister started to pull him off somewhere, and you could feel your nerves building as you watched them go.

Then he looked back at you, and suddenly the flying feeling was back and you were helpless.

“Where are you taking me?” Tim asked your sister skeptically, allowing her to guide him by the arm around the sides of the ballroom.

“I’m about to change your life,” she said, smirking to herself.

“By all means, lead the way,” Tim replied, still slightly skeptical.

You wanted to slap yourself for ever doubting your sister’s intentions once you saw her leading him over to you.

You felt happiness flutter up your chest as your eyes met with his once again.

He and your sister reached you and she gave you an encouraging nudge on the arm.

“(Y/N) (L/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you,” you said, introducing yourself.

“(L/N)?” he asked, looking over to your sister.

“My sister,” she replied.

He nodded and turned back to you. “(Y/N), did you say? Lovely name. I’m Timothy Drake,” he said shaking your hand.

“I’ll leave you to it,” your sister said before making her way back out to the dance floor.

It had hardly been a week since the gala and you were constantly messaging and talking to him. The flying feeling had yet to fade.

That wonderful feeling really never did go away. Every time you looked that boy in the eye it was like the sky was the limit.

Almost a year later, Tim stood in your dining room, casually talking with other guests at a party your family was hosting.

You were nervous. Tim had asked your father for his blessing earlier that night, and your father had yet to give his answer.

You felt pride and joy swell in your heart as you watched Tim confidently charm your guests. You swore you could have cried tears of joy right then and there. There was nothing his mind couldn’t do. And this boy was yours.

Once Tim had separated himself from the group of party guests your father made his way across the room.

You started to panic. What if he said no? You could feel your heart begin to sink at all the possibilities, but your father shook his hand and suddenly Tim was giving you this big goofy smile and you were soaring again.

He came over to you, still smiling, and those dazzling blue eyes locked with yours.

You were sitting in Tim’s room, curled into his side in comfortable silence.

“(Y/N)?” Tim asked, shifting so that he could look at you.

“Yeah?” you answered glancing over at him.

“Listen. Just, listen. I’ve wanted to say this for a while. You and your family bring out a different side of me. You make me feel like I really belong somewhere, you know?” Tim had begun to run his hands through your hair.

“You belong with Bruce too, though. You belong with Batman,” you asserted gently.

“Of course I do, but when I was a kid, my parents weren’t around. Even once Bruce adopted me, I never had what I could call a normal, functional family. Once we’re married we can get a place in Gotham, and we’ll figure it out. I’m just so excited about all of this. I’ve been living without a normal family for so long. I swear, I’ll make sure you never feel as helpless as I did.”

You looked up at him, and met with those beautiful blue eyes. You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

As it happens, you would be feeling that same flying feeling on the day of your wedding.

When it came to Tim, you were helpless.

thesherchronicles  asked:

Good evening. Can you please translate this? It would help me a lot. يوم اقلبت .. صوت لها جرحي القديم .. يوم اقبلت طرنا لها انا وشوفي والنسيم .. وعيونها عين المحتني وشهقت ... وعين حضنت عيني وبكت

Well this is a very famous poem .. that was sung by Mohammed Abdu  

There is a true story behind the poem . 

The shortest version I can give you is :

That the poet “فايق عبدالجليل"  as a young man fell in love with a girl .. unfortunately the girl he fell in love with left the country .. Since the poet was in love and was suffering his friend suggested that he should get married ..

Years later on his wedding night he saw the girl he loved sitting there along with everyone that was invited to his wedding .. 

 يوم اقلبت ..صوت لها جرحي القديم ..

When she passed by my old wounds cried back at her .. 


يوم اقبلت طرنا لها انا وشوقي والنسيم

When she passed by .. The breeze .. My longing .. and I were soaring ..

وعيونها آه عين إلمحتني وشهقت

And her eyes .. OH her eyes !! one saw me and gasped .. 


وعين إحضنت عيني وبكت

The other held my own eyes and wept .. 

ويا فرحتي ؛ الحظ الليله كريم 

Oh Joy !! tonight my luck is generous .. 

محبوبتي معزومه من ضمن المعازيم

My beloved .. is one of the guests .. 

**MOST HEARTBREAKING POEM EVER </3 

Nowhere To Run

Originally posted by supernaturally-wwe-imagines

Summary: The reader runs into the Winchesters on a hunt but something seems wrong with them…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 6,300ish 

Warnings: language, kidnapping

A/N: This fic was supposed to be short…whoops…

A/N #2: Just a reminder, this is a work of fictionIf forgiving someone for doing something bad rubs you the wrong way, I would encourage you to skip…


Keep reading

Lame

This was written for the cheesy pickup line challenge from @impalaimagining I picked line #18 and it’s highlighted in the text.

As always: let me know what you think, I love hearing from you guys (keep in mind that English isn’t my first language). And let me know if you want on - or off - my tag list.

Word count: 1082


”He said what?” You rolled back in your seat, laughing madly at Sam’s tale. “And… did it work?” you added, wiping a tear from your cheek.

Sam exhaled hard through his nose. “What do you think?”

Imagining the wounded look on Dean’s face was enough to launch you into another fit of laughter. After regaining control and a somewhat dignified expression again, you glanced quickly at your best friend. He was working his charm on some girl by the bar, and the way she slowly leaned towards him, exposing more and more of her cleavage, told you with some certainty that you and Sam would have the room to yourself tonight.

Keep reading

become the sun.

drabble: lightning era

word count: 933

the sundown series. night three.

there were many things harry wanted to leave behind, after the war. there were so many times when his heart would just plummet at the sight of an object, robbed of its use.

there were too many things that would cause of rush of tears with just a second look.

because the war took its toll on the wizards and witches, and most fled away without batting an eyelash.

but the ones who stayed didn’t really stay because too many things had changed and home wasn’t really home anymore.

a look at ron would remind harry of the countless times his best friend had risked his life for him, back to the days of being eleven again— and the feeling of being eleven never really left harry. the undeniable emotion of loneliness crept in and somehow harry felt like he had lost everything even when he knew he had nothing in the first place. and some days ron would offer a sandwich or a cup of tea to his best friend while in their months of being twenty, and all of a sudden there’s this pain in ron’s chest because everything was all the same when too much had been stolen from him.

a look at hermione would remind ron of how everyone had fought through their battles and found a shed of light along the way, just enough to reach the end of their journey. he wondered what guided fred into that light— what had held fred with that much love; enough for him to get away? but hermione was there to comfort him, to slowly mend the broken pieces of his heart with just the touch of her fingers. the times when hermione laced her hands into ron’s felt like being seventeen again; the butterflies in her stomach that had never left. and she, too felt like everything was all the same when too much had been stolen from her.

a look at harry would remind hermione of how some warriors fought in battles they never wanted; the battles what were etched upon their skin and engraved in their bones. how everything happened for a reason, and how a butterfly from long ago could cause a hurricane, a hurricane strong enough to drown out even the brightest of stars. and one day hermione passed by draco malfoy, and even she wondered if the gods above liked to play cruel games with the mortals below. but draco held his head up high, his stride fast and paced; this burning sensation constantly gnawing away at his arms, the eagerness to run far, far away from here. he decided when the glares were too harsh and the whispers were too loud that everything was all the same when too much had been stolen from him.

a look at neville would remind draco of how good things come to those who believed, believed in the people they loved and believed in the good causes they fought for. a look at neville would create this underlying feeling of envy and cold-blooded emptiness because draco too, could have had that but he had no way out. but he did. he took the coward’s way out. he accepted his fate, when neville fought and fought and finally he received what he deserved. and on any other day when draco passed by any other young man with unruly, windswept jet-black hair, he felt his heart leap out of his throat, because he wished he could turn-back time and go back. go back to where it all started, and change everything. because he knew, he too deserved redemption.

a look at draco would remind luna of how the moon rises, just to reflect the sun’s light. luna relived the past, over and over, wishing eternally that she could have done something more; more to help out her friends she knew were hurting so much on the inside. the times when her eyes would glaze over the thestrals, her eyes darkening when she sees the other students flinch for the first time because she too, understood. but finally she realized that somethings were meant to be, that the gods were telling them something when draco apologized, when hermione forgave, when ron stepped up, when neville held out his hand, when harry had this unforgettable look in his eyes as the sun fell below the horizon, his hands reaching out towards the light, finally free of whatever held him back.

a look at luna would remind neville to continue being fascinated in the wonders of the world, the ways of the people and the emotions of the unwanted. how everyone could get better and become even stronger through hardships and a lending hand from another friend. because like luna said, the gods were telling the mortals something. that whatever happened throughout their journey carved another road to their destination, uncovering another brilliance they would have never discovered otherwise. and neville wanted to thank the gods, he wanted everyone to realize that everything happened for a reason because it was meant to be.

what was meant to be is what created you, meaning that the stardust in your veins shined a radiance unbeknownst to your own because you were chasing sun; soaring in vibrancy, constantly. and the sun was just a giant star, and soon you will be too, with the rest of the world chasing you forward.

and neville wished that everyone knew that.

because he too, knew that even though everything was almost stolen from him, the ones who stayed behind were the ones who mattered the most. and right now, he was just a star, glowing faintly. but one day, one day he believed that he will grow powerful and become incandescent, enough to become the sun of all of the stars and be chased.