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[redhoodswife]

I know WFA is too OOC for some people, but I need that shit right now.

I do love seeing the Batfam beating the shit out of each other. I like how messy their relationships are and I have always loved flawed characters.

But idk, man, Batman #138 just really crossed a line for me and I need a reminder that there are other depictions of Bruce that aren't so fucking heinous.

I'll take this shit:

Over this shit:

Any. Fucking. Day.

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Okay, so mine changes sometimes. There are just SO many options, but personally its between either Wonderland or Don't blame me. Basically all of Wonderland is perfect for them, like, for example, 'didn't they tell us don't rush into things? Didn't you flash your green eyes at me?' It just fits them so well. The rush and fast pace of their interactions(mostly in the first 2 books). The way they go from one riddle to another, the late night talks and adventures.

And Dont Blame Me because of how protective Jamesone(All the boys really) gets when it comes to Avery. He always wants to be doing fun, exiting things with her, but he also doesn't want to see her get hurt. Like in The Final Gambit when he locks her in that room so she doesn't follow him, how he'd do anything for her. Their love for each other is crazy, the things they do for each other AND with each other are crazy and I love it.

One thing that’s very fascinating about this fandom is that everyone seems to have one song that’s their personal anthem for a character or an otp by Taylor Swift. For me, for example, Style is the one song I would really say is the perfect fit for Avery and Jameson. So, I’d like to propose a trend to continue as a thread, whether it’s with comments, reblogs, whatever. Make a post commenting on which Taylor Swift song you find is the anthem of whichever ship or character you want to talk about. 

#averyjameson #avery grambs #avery kylie grambs #jameson hawthorne #jameson winchester hawthorne #the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #tig #thl #tfg #taylor swift #swifties #choose your ts song #make this go viral #fave character

[redhoodswife]

It's just me and my unshakeable love for fictional men against the world.

[redhoodswife]

book quotes that i will never recover from

"he is half of my soul, as the poets say. " - song of achilles

"write me a letter telling me how to live the rest of my life without you." - how to make friends with the dark

"they were my birthday presents." - shatter me

"she had realized that she had forgotten the precise blue of his eyes and the depth of his laugh." - clockwork princess

"my name is sam cortland... and i will not be afraid." - assassin's blade

"you chose me four years ago. would you choose me still?" - these violent delights

"we were all supposed to make it." - crooked kingdom

"i remember everything." - the invisible life of addie larue

"come home and shout at me. come home and fight with me. come home and break my heart, if you must. just come home." - cruel prince

"i wasted all those yesterdays and am completely out of tomorrows." - they both die at the end

"you hated the idea of me." - the final gambit

"bob says hello." - house of hades

"abuse can feel like love. starving people will eat anything." - nightfall

"i missed you only with an ocean between us. but if death was separating us... i would find you." - queen of shadows

"i loved him. i love him. as best i could." - we were liars

"i'm the villain, even in my own story. but you were supposed to play a different role." - finale

"i will find you again in the next world—the next life. and we will have that time. i promise." - a court of wings and ruin

"i spent half of my time loving her and the other half hiding how much i loved her." - the seven husbands of evelyn hugo

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Azriel: *sneaks in through the window* Rhysand, turning in his chair and flicking the light on: You want to tell me where you've been all night? Azriel: I uh...I was with Cassian Cassian, turning in his own chair: Wanna try that again?

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this is one of my favorite bakugou fics

hiii do u think u could write something where maybe bakugo has been stressed lately. never yells at his so, treats them so good but one night after a stressful day, he’s dreaming and his hands burn up a little while he’s holding their waist, and burns them and he doesn’t wake or anything and they try to hide it from him, he finds out and is like super upset at himself and is distant etc hehe :,-) i rlly like ur writing so i’d be excited if u got to write something like this or anything in general

omg omg this is such a great idea!

youre cooking dinner when you hear the front door swing open.

“hi, honey!” you call to him, ready to switch off the burner so you can give him a welcome home kiss.

in return, all you get is a sigh as he sits on the couch.

“katsuki?” you call as you turn the corner from the kitchen to the living room.

you see him, head in his hands and still in his hero suit.

you walk towards him and thread your fingers through his hair, pulling his head toward your stomach.

normally he’d wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle into your stomach.

but today, he got news that he was being sent on a mission to canada for three months.

away from you.

away from his home.

away from everyone.

and if accepts it, it’s practically a guaranteed job offer to being the number one hero, his dream. though, it would put a large rift in your relationship as he wouldn’t be able to contact you in any way.

he stands from his spot on the couch.

“uh, i’m gonna shower. need to think for a minute.” he says, giving you a lifeless peck to your temple before he turns to leave.

you’d be upset, but he seems stressed. so instead you decide to throw pyjamas in the dryer for him so they’ll be warm once he’s out and start plating dinner.

you set the table before hearing the water shut off.

“ack!” you yelp, running to grab his pyjamas from the dryer.

“hey katsuki?” you call to him, knocking on the door.

you see his pretty face, ridden with stress as he opens the door.

“hm?” he asks lowly.

despite his worry, you still smile at his tired eyes and soft voice.

before you speak, you press a sweet kiss to his nose and watch his eyes flutter shut at the contact.

“brought you warm jammies.” you whisper, kissing his nose again.

he sighs against you before opening the door wider and bringing you into his arms.

“hi.” you whisper.

“mm.” he grunts, but you know he means ‘thank you, love you’.

you pull away after a minute.

“get dressed, dinners on the table.” you smile.

he nods and you head back into the kitchen.

the two of you eat dinner in silence while he thinks to himself.

“what’s on your mind?” you ask as the two of you wash the dishes.

he sets the final plate into the cupboard and clears his throat.

“just work.” he says.

“hmm. i’m sorry baby boy.” you coo, dragging your nails up his arms.

he groans, leaning back into you.

you hug him from behind, reaching your hand under his shirt and brushing against his abs soothingly.

“you gonna tell me specifically?” you ask softly.

he sighs and straightens up.

“not until i decide what to do.” he replies, turning in your arms.

you smile sadly and take him by the hand into your bedroom.

“sleep on it then?” you ask and he nods.

as the two of you get ready for bed in silence you wonder what has him so stressed out.

if he couldn’t save someone he would be more upset and he would’ve told you.

if there was a deadline coming up for his report of a scene he would’ve worked on it today.

if he was being sent on a mission he would be happy.

unless?

“come to bed.” katsuki’s call for you interrupts your thoughts and you shut the bathroom light off before climbing into bed with him.

you stroke his cheek affectionately.

“you sure i cant help with the decision?” you try one more time.

he grabs your palm off his cheek and presses a kiss to it.

“not this time, sweetness.” he replies.

you sigh but nod nonetheless before turning away from him.

he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, pressing kisses to your shoulder.

“i love you, katsuki. i know you’ll make a good decision.” you smile, turning your head to him.

he smiles sadly in return and presses a kiss to your lips, the first of the night.

it continues for minutes as he conveys every emotion within him.

his stress.

his love.

his anger.

his sorrow.

and you take it all, drinking it in and calming the storm brewing in his mind.

“i love you more.” he says.

you grin sheepishly and press a final peck to his lips.

“get some rest, kay?” you smile and lay your head on his arm.

“alright.” he says back, arms tightening around you.

as the two of you sleep, your mind is calm, full of white noise of love and laughter. while katsuki’s mind is plagued with darkness, storms returning with fury as he fights to make the right decision.

katsuki’s ferocious dreams bleed into yours as you feel white hot pain on your torso.

you open your already tear filled eyes and see katsuki’s hands burning into your flesh the same way his dreams burned yours.

you swallow a cry, a shout, you wrangle yourself out of his arms and throw yourself onto the other end of the bed.

you see your katsuki, eyes still closed, brain still unconscious, as he burns himself now.

“katsuki! katsuki wake up, baby. you’re burning yourself!” you shriek.

“katsuki!”

his eyes snap open and his quirk deactivates immediately.

“fuck! i’m sorry.” he apologizes for scaring you.

“did you hurt yourself? let me see!” you cry, lifting his shirt seeing the minor burns on his skin.

“shit… i really liked this shirt.” he attempts to joke but you huff and glare at him.

jumping out of bed you grab his hand and start pulling him to the bathroom.

“i need to clean your wounds.” you mumble.

he follows and sees your charred shirt.

“did i hurt you??” he asks, worry laced in his tone.

“i’m fine, you just got my shirt.” you lie, turning on the bathroom light.

the two of you step in the bathroom.

“sit on the edge of the tub. where’s the first aid kit?” you say looking around the room.

he sits silently while keeping his eyes locked on your torso.

you open the cupboard under the sink and find what you’re looking for.

you walk towards katsuki while opening the first aid kit and ruffling through it while mumbling to yourself.

when you’re in arms reach his hands grab the back of your thighs.

your mumbling ceases and the bathroom goes quiet.

setting the first aid kit on the toilet you thread your fingers through his hair similarly to when he first came home tonight.

“did i burn you?” he whispers, restating his question.

“no, katsuki. i told you, it’s just my shirt. let’s get you clean-“ you’re forced to cut yourself off as he lifts your shirt and sees the nauseating burns on your torso.

his breath hitches and you look down to see tears falling from his eyes.

“it’s not your fault.” you rush to tell him.

his eyes look to yours.

those glossy, heart shattering eyes looking to you for guidance, for an answer.

“it’s not your fault.” you repeat.

he looks back at your burns before his eyes return to yours.

“i burned you.” he whispers, voice cracking.

“you were unconscious.” you whisper back, leaning down to press your forehead to his.

“it’s okay. it’s okay. it’s okay.” you repeat as your arms wrap around his head and his face finds the junction between your neck and shoulder.

his sobs begin to fill the bathroom and you hold him and repeat to him.

“it’s okay. it’s okay. it’s okay.”

ten minutes later he’s calm enough.

“you going to tell me what has you this worked up, now?” you ask.

“they want me to go on a no-contact mission for three months. in canada.” he whispers, numb from his crying.

you kiss his dried tears and he allows his eyes to fall shut.

“if it means you get that number one spot like you’ve always dreamed then we can get through it, katsuki.” you say.

“i’m not going.” he replies, snapping out of his numbed stare.

you blink at him.

“what do you mean? this is your dream and i’m going to support you every step of the way.” you smile.

“i’m not going.” he repeats as he grabs your hand and pulls you through the house.

you follow, confused.

“katsuki??”

“i’m taking your ass to the hospital.” he says, tightening his grip on your hand.

“we’re getting these burns treated.” he grabs his keys and opens the front door.

“i’m going to work ten times as hard.” he pulls you out the door and to his car.

“i’m going to be the number one hero.” he opens your car door and helps you sit.

“and i’m going to do it all right here. with you.” he confirms, grinning determinedly at you.

a bright smile takes over your face as you grab his cheeks and kiss him sweetly.

“i love you.” you whisper.

“i love you more and i’m sorry i burned you, baby girl. never again, okay?” he says, pecking your cheeks repeatedly.

you nod in affirmation and he closes your car door.

while he walks to his side, he takes in the fresh air for the first time since he felt the crushing weight of the rift between you and his work life.

[redhoodswife]

I love her

Violet is teeny and frail the way that so many ya female protaginists are. But the difference is that the story recognizes her weaknesses and addresses them. Everyone can see she is breakable but what makes her scary is that she's fully willing to break herself to get what she wants. She isn't just anger in a cute tiny package she is rage shoved into a glass bottle with a crack running up the side. She doesn't just fight through pain, she functions in pain constantly. She's brutal and resilient and so willing to throw herself on a knife just to give others a better chance at survival.

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Dropping the latest Sketch-a-Wish voted on by my lovely Patreons for July! Fourth Wing (by @rebeccayarros) making a quick reappearance as we reset our author list for Sketch-a-Wish! This time featuring a sparring scene between Violet and Xaden as the former snatches daggers away from the latter. This was such an odd perspective angle to tackle, I was chastising Past-Rosie for considering this a good idea throughout the entire process. But we got to the end! This piece is licensed and available as a print preorder in my shop via my bio link. ✨🧡

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guilty as charged

Bitches be like "Aragorn looks SO hot here" and it's just him having the worst day of his life

It's me. I'm bitches

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All hail High Queen Jude!

“But to traitors and oath breakers, I offer my queen’s hospitality instead. The hospitality of knives.”

frostbite.studios.

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Was messing around w ibis

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Dabi knows he shouldn’t have fallen in love with you. Dabi knows he shouldn’t have let you in. Dabi knows he doesn’t deserve you that he’s better off alone. He knows he doesn’t need you. Yet he can’t let you go. He can’t help but love you for who you are. He can’t help but let you in because he knows you’ll won’t hurt him and you always listen to him. He can’t help but deserve you. Because you treat him like person, you test him kindly and lovingly. He doesn’t want to be along anymore. He can’t help that he needs you. He needs you to be able to get through the day and night. He needs you as motivation so he can stay safe for you and come back to you. Dabi knows he has to keep you in his life, because he loves you.

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crying rn

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I'm about to drop the sickest Lord of the Rings theory yet

So plants emit ultrasonic high-pitched "screams" when in distress, the only thing is that they're too high-pitched for humans to hear. However, researchers think that insects and even some mammals might be able to hear them, possibly even dogs.

Elves are known for being extremely in-tune with nature, both in folklore and in Tolkien's works. They're also shown to have senses beyond anything humans can even comprehend, both in terms of eyesight and hearing. They also have extremely long, pointed ears.

So, I raise you this: Can Elves hear plants scream?

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Haikyuu brain rot pt. 2

'Tsumu 🩷

I've fallen down this hole and now I can't escape 😂

[redhoodswife]

when jason finds out about gun batman

jason: is there ANYTHING of mine this punk ass bitch won't copy!!

dick: i think you're overreacting—

jason: robin!

dick: i mean, you took robin from me—

jason: red robin!

dick: well, i was also red robin in a different timeline—

jason: killing people with the league of assassins!

bruce: wait, what—

jason: USING GUNS!

tim: technically, i found out about that before you came back to life—

bruce: can we go back to that last thing—

jason: using guns as batman SPECIFICALLY!

tim: as i already said—

bruce: wait, when did jason use guns as batman—

jason: a massive scar from an invasive medical procedure!

dick: jason, what—

jason: my autopsy, dickhead!

tim: you weren't even alive for that—

bruce: wait, when did tim undergo an invasive medical procedure—

jason: next thing i know, you're gonna jump into a lazarus pit!

dick: jason, please—

bruce: can we start from the beginning—

tim: i mean, ra's did get pretty close—

dick: WHAT?

bruce: WHAT???

jason: HAH, SEE?? jason: wait, what—

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I'm a very competetive person, always have been. Even when I was like 5 I would do anything to exel at everything I did. And because of my competetive nature I play sports. most any sport there is to play. I've done gymnastics, wrestling, baseball, soccer, and some football. Currently I play volletball and basketball, and I just have one question I always ask myself. Why do people who don't care about winning play sports? why do people who aren't willing to work their asses off to be the best athlete they can be play?

My coach has a saying, she askes us this every time we're losing "are you a player or are you an athlete?" And the whole team always responds with athlete, but not everyone who takes up a sport is an athlete. If that was the case everyone would be star players or team captains, eveyone would be an mvp or win championships. The truth is not eveyone is an athlete, and that's ok. It just means we all operate differently. A true athlete works hard at their craft all the time, they live and breathe this stuff. They push themselves till they break, till they're pucking their guts up and shaking. They listen to their coaches and have good atitudes. they do that one extra push-up, that one extra rep. They're the ones that do it over and over again till they get it perfect, and even then sometimes they still aren't satified.

I'm not saying you're a bad person if you don't give up your personal life for sports or if you don't push yourself to the brink. But I do and I want to win. So if you step foot on my court and play my game, you better be in it to win it, you better walk off that court with no regrets. You better have left everything on the floor, because I have. I've bled, I've sweat, and I've cried on that floor. I''ve left my heart on the court, and I'll be damned if I don't walk off victorious.

#sports #rant post #vent post #I'm slightly frustrated with my team #I want to get out of districts #I want to go to state #I want to win #And I'm going to