#but she has been going through it for 20 years so hey she deserves a break

[onaperduamedee]

Moiraine for the blorbo chart? 🙏

Hello, I realise that some of these may be contradictory but listen, I was switching between my Doylist and Watsonian hats while making this and now I am too tired to give more cohesive answers. In short, I enjoy that the narrative is giving her such a tough time, as well as the privilege to be the maker of her own demise, but...

She's (canonically) very little and you are hurting her.

Thank you for playing!

Send me blorbos and I'll rate them.

#remblai #ask game #j'en connais au moins un et peut-être aussi les trois autres #le premier c'est Anatole #le second c'est Croquignole #le troisième c'est Barbemolle #le quatrième c'est encore Anatole #moiraine damodred #the wheel of time #I haven't read far enough into the books to discover if she has a tragic backstory #in the sense that no tragedy befell her like Nynaeve or Lan #but she has been going through it for 20 years so hey she deserves a break #or at least a soft epilogue #anyway women who are consumed by duty as always you own my brain #hated by all is mostly in the story as I believe she is beloved by the fandom at large #but she certainly gets a Kassandra treatment from other characters #bringer of bad omen and truths read as lies #I love her but she probably wouldn't be the best of company either #and I do believe she is smart but her single-mindedness is a serious blindspot #I could talk about her for hours

[oneofthetorturedpoets]

Hey idk if you’re still taking requests or not, but if you are could you please write one where Melissa and Reader were in a long term relationship and decided to have kids but after the first couple rounds of IVF doesn’t work, which causes Melissa to overthink and end their relationship. And after a few weeks reader starts to feel sick and finds out she’s pregnant but when she try’s to tell Melissa she finds out she’s blocked so she decides to not to not wanting to mess up Mel’s life. And after a few years they run into each other only Reader has a little red head, you can choose how you want the gaps and the rest to go just please a fluffy ending

not again

“what ever the stick says, it will be okay” you said, trying to mentally prepare yourself, melissa gently grabs your hand.

“i’m here with you, my love” you turn the test around, looking at the results. ‘negative’ written on the small screen.

“fuck” your heart drops, tears immediately filling up your eyes. melissa takes you in her arms as you fall apart.

“it’s okay, you’re alright” her hand runs down your back at an attempt to sooth you.

-

after hours of crying you finally fell asleep in melissa’s arms, she holds you tight as she silently cries. it’s been almost a year of you guys trying to get pregnant, the ivf treatments are exhausting, the proof is in your eyes. you’ve been obsessing over getting pregnant, trying day in and day out, hoping for something to work. you and melissa haven’t had time for each other, it’s been months since you’ve went on a date, it’s creating a hole in your relationship.

all of this thinking causes melissa to spiral, what if it’s her fault you can’t get pregnant? shes the one who brought up the ivf idea, she’s the one pushing so hard. melissa is already 55, why is a 55 year old trying to have a baby? why is she’s messing with a 20 something year old? you have your whole life ahead of you, what does she give you? melissa starts panicking, she jumps out of bed, wiping her eyes. she grabs a suitcase, stuffing it with all of her clothes and important belongings.

once she’s all pack, she walks over to your side of the bed, staring at you one last time. her hand reaches out tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. she leans down, kissing your lips with as much passion as she can manage. she pulls her wedding ring off, sitting it on the nightstand next to you, walking out of the room, leaving you there alone.

-

your eyes flutter open, the sun beams in your eyes. you roll over, patting the other side of the bed, you feel the cold sheets. you sit up, leaning over to grab your phone, looking at the time ‘8:43’. she shouldn’t have left the house yet.

“melissa?” you call out as you get up. no reply is heard so you make your way to the kitchen “are you here?” you continue through the house until you find a note left on the coffee table in your living room.

‘i’m sorry. i’m sorry i let the insecurities get the best of me. i’m sorry i’m leaving you like this. i’m sorry i couldn’t give you a kid. you are the love of my life, but im not yours, you’re young, you still have your whole life ahead of you. i don’t know how i got so full of myself, thinking we could work. i hope you find someone who is able to give you the life you deserve, im sorry that wasn’t me. i’ll love you forever, y/n/n’

you drop the paper, tears falling down your face as you stand still, in shock of what you just read. you let yourself fall onto the couch, sobbing into your hands.

-

“you’re pregnant!” your doctor says as she moves the screen to show you, your ultrasound. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“w-what?” your heart fills with hope.

“you’re pregnant, the test showed a false negative. congratulations, y/n. you deserve this” she says before leaving you to sit with the news. you pull out your phone, searching up melissa’s contact. your thumb hovers over the call button before pressing it, you hold the phone up to your ear.

“the number you are trying to reach-” the phone calls out, your heart drops once again. you can’t even contain yourself anymore, crying out. how are you supposed to raise a kid on your own?

-

five years later.

you decided to move to back to philly, you never would’ve left if it wasn’t for melissa. walking into your new place, you breathed in the new smell, feeling content with your surroundings.

“where’s my room, mama?” your daughter, ann, asks while pulling on your pant leg.

“come on, i’ll show you!” you pick her up, walking her down the hallway.

-

after unpacking, you and ann were beat. you felt like your back was going to break if you lifted another box.

“can we get ice cream? please?” she pleads, giving you were best puppy dog eyes.

“hmm, i’ll have to think about it” you say jokingly, while tapping your chin.

“mommm” your daughter whines, chuckling slightly.

“alright, we can go. just because you’ve been a huge little helper” you poke her stomach, gently as she giggles and tries to run away from you.

-

you open the door for ann, letting her run into the shop. she’s leans onto the glass, looking over each one of them.

“calm down, baby. we aren’t in a rush” you say, picking her up so that she can see the flavors better.

Unbeknownst to you, melissa is sitting at a table. her heart is in her throat, unable to think. she can’t look away from you, was that really you? after all this time, you look different. your hair is darker, your smile lines slightly more visible. you’re much happier.

melissa stares at the kid in your arms, her red hair more vibrant than she’s ever seen. you must have the life she imagined you had.

“melissa?” in the time it took for her to gather her thoughts, you had already saw her. she couldn’t face you, not after how she cowardly left you. melissa was up and out of the store faster than she’s moved in years. unfortunately to her, you were faster, already on her tail.

“melissa! wait!” you call out, trying to sped up “you don’t get to run away this time” you grab her arm, stopping her. she turns around, her eyes meeting yours. her gaze softens, she missed being this close to you.

“i’m sorry, i cant-” you cut her off.

“you left me, in the middle of the night with a fucking note” you say, stepping closer to her.

“language, mama” your daughter says in a stern tone, your head clearing. you step back, away from melissa.

“i’m sorry, honey. it won’t happen again” you kiss her forehead “go back inside and see what flavor you want” you say, setting her on the ground. she runs inside.

“how old is she?” melissa says, her voice cracking slightly.

“four, almost five” you say before taking a deep breath “she’s yours melissa” her eyes widen as she gasps.

“she-she’s mine?” you nod, melissa walks up to the window, watching ann point at the ice cream “what’s her name?” she looks at you.

“ann y/l/n… after you” the guilt builds up in her chest, she left you with a kid to raise by yourself because she was too selfish.

“can i meet her?” she whispers.

“she deserves to know you” you walk inside before her. she lets out a shaky breath, trying to contain herself as she walks inside. the little girl turns to her and smiles at her.

“hi, i’m ann” melissa’s heart melts “who are you?” melissa looks up at you, unsure of what to say.

“baby, this is your other mama, the one i tell you about” the girl gasps.

“really!?” you nod, smiling “i’ve been waiting for you! mama says that you’ve been in outer space, helping the aliens” melissa chuckles.

“yes i have been, they told me to tell you hi” ann jumps into melissa’s arms, hugging her tightly.

“please don’t leave again” she says to her mom. melissa grabs your hand, the spark you always had years ago, came back, shocking you. you smile down at her.

“i never will, hon… not again” she says as she stares at you.

#abbott elementary #fanfic #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #lisa ann walter #melissa schemmenti fic #law #law fic #wlw fiction #fem!reader #my fic #angst with a happy ending

[utilitycaster]

fascinating how some people are acting like Liliana’s one of the vulnerable teenagers the RV has recruited and not a powerful, presumably level 20 general who’s committed horrific atrocities in the name of predathos. it’s like saying alex jones is a victim of qanon instead one of the primary peddlers of it. I get having sympathy, especially for for the troubled young mother 25+ years ago, but genuinely. what is going on here?

Hey anon,

Something I've noticed in fandom, not exclusive to this campaign, though perhaps heightened, is that a lot of people really struggle with the concept that victimhood does not absolve you of wrongdoing. It provides context; but it doesn't take away what happened to others as the result of one's actions, even those actions were taken under extenuating circumstances.

Caleb Widogast is perhaps one of the most stellar examples of this in Critical Role. There were many extenuating circumstances. He was an abused and manipulated teenager. His parents are dead by his hand. These are both true statements. Part of what makes Caleb so compelling is that he is, on an intellectual level, well aware that he was pushed into this in many ways both psychological and magical, and that he was a child. He also acknowledges - truthfully - that it was still him putting the pieces together of "my parents are traitors, and so I should do as I'm told here." The story is about him finding a way to move forward and live his life, but the victims - his parents - cannot forgive him, and the campaign indeed ends with a very clear message that what is done cannot be undone.

But not everyone liked Caleb's story. Some felt he should have been less forgiving of others and killed the entire Cerberus Assembly for letting it happen. Some felt he was unforgivable even by himself for his actions. And some disagreed with him - including in-world - and argued he bore no responsibility, and, notably, Caleb consistently pushed back.

I don't think Liliana is quite at the level of Alex Jones (who is, in my opinion, pretty much wholly unsympathetic; I've read through some articles regarding the Sandy Hook defamation trials and this guy just wants to sell supplements and will do anything to do so). But yes, she is comparable to someone actively pushing dangerous conspiracy theories and bringing others in. That is, again, the thing about cults. Even if you're not at the top, if you're recruiting others, or, in the case of cults that do harm to those other than just members - which the Vanguard undeniably does - participating in harmful external actions, then you are perpetrating violence. You are also a victim. These can coexist, but victimhood does not negate the harm done. Liliana is sympathetic. She is also actively making the lives of many people worse.

Now, some of the problem is that there are people who think releasing Predathos is not, in fact, bad, and so to them Liliana is not complicit in a sufficient level of harm. I'm not really interested in wasting my time on them; that line of thinking is pretty fundamentally at an impasse with mine and as discussed previously I find it rests entirely on incoherent and presumptive arguments linked only by broken metaphors and rank hypocrisy. But moving on, I think some of the other people arguing in defense of Liliana not just as a sympathetic character (which, again, she is) but as someone blameless and deserving of endless patience are perhaps struggling to separate "it is not helpful to endlessly flagellate yourself over past wrongdoings if you have truly made a turn for the better" with "some people will not forgive you, ever, because you have undeniably harmed them, and you are not owed anything from them." You have to live with yourself; of course you should grant yourself patience. Those hurt by you do not need to do so. If someone is brainwashed by a cult and they kill someone, the relatives of the murder victim might forever hold this against the murderer despite the brainwashing, and I, personally, do not believe this is wrong of them. I don't believe it's "inspirational" to forgive someone who hurt you sufficiently badly except in the sense that it would be put in the "inspirational" section of an airport bookstore that really means "extremely Evangelical Protestant in outlook." I don't think you should hurt them back once they've stopped doing harm, but you might never want to speak to them or interact with them again and I think you are valid in that choice. I certainly believe that any forgiveness can only come after a sustained pattern of change.

In short: I think people want a very Good or Evil narrative about Liliana when the answer is "she's a victim and she's also victimizing others, and it's valid for those harmed by her or by those she works with closely to say "I am deeply sorry you fell into Ludinus's clutches but the devastation you are leaving in your wake isn't something I can ignore or, at this point, forgive." As Ashton says, the fact that Liliana is deep in a cult doesn't negate the fact that there's a very real chance that same cult will kill her daughter - indeed, they came within a hair's breadth of doing so - and that that hasn't stopped her.

#answered #Anonymous #cr tag

[w2soneshots]

Hate -W2S

Words: 0.7k+

Warnings: angst with happy ending, break up, mention of drug use, social media hate.

In which you and Harry go through a break up.

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sidemenupdates: y/n seen today for the first time since her and Harrys breakup!

-comments-

y/nfanpage21: She's so pretty🤍

user98025639: I hope they get back together :(

ihatey/n: I'm so glad they broke up Harry deserved so much better than her

user46807521: I hate her

Since me and Harry broke up a few weeks ago I’ve been receiving an obnoxious amount of hate. I would usually just ignore it, but while trying to recover from a difficult break up (especially since we were together for three years) It has started to get to me. I got a call from Talia who I've kept in good contact with. "hey babe, how are you?" She asked once I accepted the call. "Im alright." I said. "are you free today?" She asked. "Um- ye?" I replied. "Im coming over I’ll be there in 20." She said and before I could say anything she ended the call.

I quickly tidied up my apartment, threw on a sweat set and brushed my hair into a ponytail. Talia arrived outside my apartment just under 20 minutes later along with a bag of groceries. She immediately brought me into a hug then went over to my kitchen and started unpacking the food. "You didn't have to do all this T." I said. "Are you kidding, I’m your best friend. You did the same for me when me and Simon were on a break." she said and continued to fill up the fridge. I smiled "well, thank you." She smiled back at me and said "right, let's go." My brows furrowed "what, go where?" I asked. "Shopping."

We spent the rest of the day buying new clothes and we also had some lunch. I thanked Talia profusely for taking my mind off of everything and cheering me up, but she joked saying "I just needed an excuse to by some more clothes and Simon is really boring to shop with." which made me laugh. She dropped me off outside my apartment and I made my way through the building while carrying multiple bags of clothes and new makeup.

Once I put everything away I made myself some dinner with the food that Talia brought me. After eating I sat watching Friends when I got a phone call from Freezy. "Hello?" I said through the phone. "y/n, listen we've tried everything but he's in a really bad place. I- I think he's been using again." I sighed "I'll be over in 10." I said. "See you then."

Just like I said I was at their apartment in just over 10 minutes. The door was unlocked so I opened it to see Cal (Freezy) sat on the sofa "thanks for coming, I know he's not really your responsibility anymore." he said. "I still care for him though Cal." I said and he nodded. I made my way towards his room soon after. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

He lay on the bed asleep in a pair of sidemen joggers and hoodie. "Harry?" I whispered and placed my hand on his shoulder, rubbing it lightly. He stirred slightly and mumbled "fuck off Cal." I sighed "Haz, It's me y/n." He immediately lifted his head to look at me. He didn't waste a second by pushing himself off the bed and pulling me into a tight hug. I could hear him sobbing slightly and my heart sank "shh, Im here, shh." I whispered rocking us back and forth lightly. "Im so sorry." he whispered into my neck. I just gave him a squeeze and then he pulled away. "I want to give it another go, I'll make time for you, I- I promise." he said. Me and Harry broke up because I felt like we weren't spending enough time together, were both very busy but I felt like he wasn't really trying anymore.

I nodded silently. "I realised the past couple of days how much I need you and all the things you do for me, I just- I- I understand if you don't want that but-" I cut him off by pulling him into a kiss. "I wouldn't want anything more." I said smiling.

#fanfic #image #oneshot #sidemen #harry lewis #harry w2s #w2s #w2s imagine #w2s x reader #w2s fic #wrotoshaw #instagram #angst

[gingiesworld]

The Woods (1/?)

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Fic Warnings : Angst. Violence. Death. Horror. Reader has a penis

Present

Wanda was sat with her arms wrapped around her in the cold room, chairs positioned into a circle, other patients had filled them. Some of them she had become acquainted with. Listening to their stories, trying her hardest to not tell her own story. The story that changed her life. Not for the better.

"Wanda, you have been coming here now for a few months and you have yet to tell your story." The counsellor told her.

"I just don't feel comfortable." She told them as they shook their head with a smile.

"Everyone needs to tell their story Wanda." They told her sternly. "So please, do share."

"Well, before I was here, over a year ago." Wanda fiddled with her sleeves. "I was happy. I had my friends, I know that my being here has kind of put up some barriers in my relationships but I uh, they thought I needed the help." She looked down at the ground. "Especially after Y/N. I lost my Y/N."

A little over a year ago

Wanda was excited when she approached the car with her bag, handing it over to Y/N who put the bag in the trunk before she got in the passenger seat. They had decided that the group of friends would have a weekend away at a cabin that Tony had booked.

Wanda got in the passenger seat beside Y/N, who was driving. Natasha and Maria in the back seat. Tony, Pepper, Clint and Laura in the car behind. It was going to be the four couples, having a couples weekend.

"I'm so excited for this." Maria said as she rested her head on Nat's shoulder.

"Me too." Nat agreed.

"We have needed this break." Maria said before Nat pecked her lips. Y/N took Wanda's hand in theirs, pressing a kiss to their lips.

"We most definitely do need this before the baby comes." Y/N smirked as they looked at Nat's and Maria's reactions through the mirror.

"Wait?" Nat yelled as Maria looked at a smiling Wanda. "You're pregnant!"

"Again!" Maria yelled as Wanda nodded.

"Do the twins know?" Nat asked her as Wanda shook her head no.

"We're going to tell them after the 20 week scan when we know what we're having." Wanda told them. "So this weekend they get to have a fun weekend with their Uncle Pietro."

"So, we are to expect a lot of noise from the two of you then?" Maria questioned with a smirk.

"Maybe." Wanda blushed as Y/N and Nat chuckled. "It's our first weekend away without the twins. We deserve it." Wanda told them as Y/N gave Wanda's hand a gentle squeeze.

"Yes we do." Y/N agreed as they started to drive. The drive lasted a few hours, consisting of Nat and Maria singing as Wanda watched the scenery change from the buildings of New York to the country side. Barely any life in sight except for those travelling through.

Y/N's phone rang as they drove, Wanda reached into their pocket and answered it.

"There should be a turn off on the left." Tony said as Y/N kept looking through the trees. "And just follow the road."

"Thanks Tony." Y/N spoke as Wanda hung up, Y/N followed his directions and got on the road in question. It started to be covered by trees as it went further into the woods.

"This is kind of creepy." Wanda noted as the woods got thicker and thicker, the sunlight barely shone through the leaves.

"I think it will be fun." Nat said with a smile as Maria just shook her head with a smirk.

"You would think it will be fun if you spent the weekend with Hannibal." Maria stated as Y/N looked in the mirror at Maria.

"That would be fun." Y/N stated as Wanda shook her with a smirk at the two best friends.

"You two are despicable." Maria stated.

"Hey, you can't tell me you wouldn't want to know what made him choose to eat people meat." Y/N told her.

"Exactly, I would at least have a replacement if ever I lost Y/N." Nat told them.

"Hey." Y/N yelled. "I am irreplaceable and you know it."

"Ok Beyoncè." Nat teased them as they all erupted in laughter. Soon quieting down when they noticed the cabin. It was dark and silent, barely the sound of the birds above could be heard.

"How did Tony hear about this place again?" Wanda questioned wearily as they all slowly took off their seatbelts. Tony, Pepper, Clint and Laura all wore the same expressions.

"I think he mentioned a friend of a friend." Nat informed them. "But I wouldn't quote me on it."

"It will be fun." Y/N told them. "Besides, Pietro and Steve have our location if anything happens." Y/N reassured Wanda as they kissed her cheek. "Let's just enjoy a twin free weekend. I wanna say just the two of us but there is eight of us."

"Let's go." Wanda nodded as they all got out of the car. Y/N and Maria grabbed the bags as Wanda and Nat waited by the car. Wanda was extremely weary about the cabin. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something just seemed off.

Present

"So that was the start of the weekend." Wanda said as she shrugged, wiping a tear that threatened to fall. "I just never realised that it would be the worst weekend of my life."

"Thank you for sharing Wanda." The counsellor smiled softly at her before moving on to the next person. She knows she has therapy as well as these counselling sessions, she just wants to get better for the twins sake.

----------------------------------------------------

Billy and Tommy weren't in the best of places, considering they had lost one parent and an unborn sibling, but their mom was in a mental hospital after her parents had her committed. They didn't believe the stories she told them about thr deaths, nor did they believe Nat either. The only two survivors as Y/N made her promise to get Wanda safe.

Although Nat was in a completely different place to Wanda. Since there was no real evidence and Wanda became dilarious after the loss of Y/N and the miscarriage.

"You still think I did it?" Nat questioned Jennifer Walters, her friend and attorney.

"I don't know what to think Nat." Jennifer said as she rubbed her brow. "You and Wanda were the only ones whp survived. The others died. Brutally I might add."

"I know that! I was there!" Nat yelled at her before Jennifer raised her hand to stop one of the guards from restraining her. "I just. No one believes me or Wanda. She is in an asylum. She is missing out on raising her kids because of this!"

"I know." Jennifer spoke softly. "But with no evidence, we only had the bodies to go off and no weapon."

"I wouldn't kill my wife or my friends. My best friend." Nat whispered in defeat. "I don't know how many times I can say it until you believe me."

"I am trying everything I can Nat. Even Lena and Alexei are looking into the cabin. You just need to be patient. Please" Jennifer pleaded with her.

A little over a year ago

Everyone walked the steps with caution, the cabin was in complete darkness until Tony opened the door and flicked the switch on the wall. Looking around at the furniture, it was like a standard hunting cabin, not really for the feint of heart.

"See, it's not too bad." Tony smirked as Pepper glared.

"Seriously Tony, you're a Billionaire." She scolded him. "You could have paid for us all to go to the Bahamas or something."

"Now that is a vacation I can get on board with." Clint smirked as the others agreed with him.

"Hey, it's just one weekend right, we have some food and good company. It will be just like high school." Y/N reasoned as the others sighed.

"Yeah." Wanda agreed with them. "Let's give it a chance."

"I'd rather wait until I see the bedrooms." Maria mumbled as they all headed up the stairs towards the rooms. All of them choosing their own, of course Tony had called dibs on the master since he had paid for the cabin.

"I don't feel right here Y/N." Wanda mumbled as she stood in the doorway of their room. Looking around at the stained walls, some were covered with pictures of the area or animals.

"It's just one weekend Wanda." They told her as they wrapped their arms around her waist. "When we get home, we can look at booking our own little getaway, anywhere you want to go. Just the two of us." They told her with a smile as she nodded.

"That sounds perfect." With that kiss, it eased her worries for the time being. Not knowing what hid away in the darkness, in the confines of the cabin. They weren't alone, and they were going to find out.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda x you #natasha romanoff #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff x you #elizabeth olsen x reader

[jelzorz]

You don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for you to say that (i do—and it’s been about 20 months lmao)

Continuation of ia67? Please? 🥺

166.

do you know how far I had to scroll for this @captainjamba??? Rest of the series linked here for convenience

The Katolis Symphonic Orchestra has a Christmas concert every year. Usually it's all the classic stuff: arrangements of Silent Night, and Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas that are easily recognisable and never fail, and it's, y'know, fun and all but the classics are getting a bit too classic, even for Callum. Opeli is a bit like that as a conductor: straight laced and maybe a bit too serious, which is why this year's set list is such a shock when it's sent out to him that afternoon.

It's Wednesday, and Barius' cafe is packed given it's the awkward time of two PM. It's been, what, almost two years since that Valentine's Day he came here with Rayla after rehearsal, and busy rehearsal schedules aside, it's been a pretty good two years. Rayla disappears in the early mornings for rehearsals at the studio, and Callum isn't home until nine on some nights because so many of his own rehearsals are after work (the KSO is great, but it doesn't quite manage all the bills), but they've made it work, and Callum would rather work around the weird hours than not be with her at all.

This life suits them. He hopes it will for a while yet.

The bell at the cafe door rings, and Callum looks up and grins when he spots Rayla in the doorway brushing snow off her coat. He stands as she edges her way through the crowd towards him. "Hey," he greets brightly, leaning over the table for a kiss. "How was your day?"

Rayla grimaces. "Eh."

"That bad?"

She pauses. The way her brow furrows over her eyes says it all.

Callum frowns. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I—" Rayla presses her lips together and takes a breath. "If I had to move, would you move with me?"

There's a pause. A long pause. Callum studies her over the menu on the fake-marble tabletop. "Would you want me to move with you?"

"I—" Rayla sighs and fiddles with a napkin. "I couldn't ask you to," she says quietly. "Things are going so well with the KSO, and you're sharing first chair with Claudia now, and things are good here, so I wouldn't—couldn't ask you to leave all of that behind for me, but..." She blinks like she wants to cry. "The director of Spire Ballet called me today. They've got an opening for a principal, and they want—they want me to come and audition."

"What?" Callum's lips twitch upwards. "Rayla that's amazing!"

"But I'd have to leave—"

"And I'd go with you," says Callum firmly. "No question about it. No doubt in my mind. I'd go with you if you wanted it."

"But—the KSO," says Rayla. "All your friends and family, your brother, how could I ask you to—"

"You aren't asking me," says Callum. "They don't need me. They've got Claudia. And you—" He reaches for her hands across the table and presses her knuckles against his lips. "I'd be a shit violinist without my muse."

That draws a laugh out of her, and Callum grins, pleased he managed it. "Callum..."

"I'd go with you," he says again. "Always. Wherever you went—as long as you want me along."

Another pause. Rayla blinks and lets herself smile a little more genuinely. "Really?"

"Really."

Rayla swallows and grips his hand tighter. "It's just an audition for now. I just..."

"You don't have to explain," he says. "I can see how much you want this. You deserve it. And if we have to move, we will. Okay?"

"Okay." Rayla grins at him at last, the first hints of excitement lighting her eyes. Callum's heart warms at the sight of it, which only strengthens his resolve. "Sorry," she adds. "I didn't mean to ambush you like that. It's... a bit of a shake-up, y'know?"

"Oh I know," chuckles Callum. "KSO's getting one too. Look at our setlist." He slides his phone over to her to let her see, and Rayla barks out a laugh.

"Sleigh Ride?" She squawks. "The ridiculous one with the horsey-trumpet at the end? That Sleigh Ride? That's not Opeli's style, what's gotten into her?"

"I dunno," says Callum with a laugh. "Maybe it's just a good time for change."

Rayla grins and slides his phone back. "Maybe so."

#in anticipation #fess up jamba what do you play and how long have you played it #sbc #rayllum #if you look closely im in the video of sleigh ride that's linked

[camojacketfag]

when do you stop feeling like you're waiting for your life to start? im 22 and ive accomplished nothing, it feels like im at a standstill.

Well, for starters, I had a breakdown in a meijer parking lot at 8:15pm yesterday, sobbing to boygenius as I was telling myself that I’ve paused my life for the past four years to try and heal from crippling childhood trauma and therefore I haven’t really had the chance to truly have fucking fun and live life man.

My 20s have been a lot of healing and slowing down as life continues to move past me so fucking quickly. I told myself I was gonna have fun this year and instead I got my heart broken, I relapsed in my OCD, I cut ties with a shit therapist who invalidated me time and time again and I played far too many video games. Through out it all I also lost so many friendships who don’t fully understand how debilitating OCD truly is and my current social life consists mostly of imaginary conversations I have inside my head. But hey, we’re still fucking kicking! What really defines an accomplishment man? Whose timeline are you comparing yourself too? Most of the lives constantly being lived so publicly are led by neurotypical people with such big opportunities very different from lives like ours man. Therefore you’re doing yourself a disservice to try and compare your life to theirs. Acceptance is the hardest pill to swallow. I truly despise patience. Yet I also have to come to terms with the fact that I move at a much slower and methodical pace than everyone else around me. I know in the long run I’ll be grateful I decided to heal now as opposed to later but I still feel so fucking robbed man. Of time. And opportunities. And life. Time that I may never get back. Time in which others my age spent developing their careers or social relationships, I was stuck in my little room listening to sad lesbian music and having no one around but my dog and the obsessive thoughts that felt intensely unavoidable. I’d say life, or at least the life you’re talking about, will never truly start man. That life is just a piece of fiction. I guess what I’m trying to say is that life has already started, it’s just waiting for you to notice. Your perception is just warped, much like mine, but I know that although I can list all of these awful things that have happened over these past four years, I know that nudged somewhere in between it all, I’ve still lived. I saw some sick ass concerts, I gave myself my first stick and poke, I got drunk and shared to much, I allowed myself to question love and it’s mechanisms and meaning, I started a photo blog and have steadily worked towards creating what I see everyday in to something others can relate or come back to, I got punched in the face, I busted my lip trying to open a bottle of vodka, I drank to much caffeine and felt like I’d ascended to a higher state of consciousness. After I relapsed, I felt broken man. So much new trauma I’d have to go back to and stitch up all caused by trusting a professional who only made me believe that my own personal experience of the things I’d gone through was actually wrong. Yet somehow, it ended with me finally believing myself once more. And vowing to never let anyone make me feel like she did ever again. 11 years of trauma and hard work doesn’t deserve to be so easily destroyed just because you have a degree and I don’t. Still, I believed myself again. I believe myself now. And I know going forward that if we continuously compare ourselves to lives being lived that will never cross paths with ours then all we’re gonna do is spend eternity wondering when it will ever finally fucking begin. I promise you, it already has, and although I don’t know you, and you might believe that it’s been more bad than good, or that it’s not as valuable when compared to others achievements at your age, it’s still yours, and there’s still time, and it’s always been there, it’s just waiting for you to notice.

#one of these days I’m gonna just reply lol I don’t know to everyone’s asks lol #just kidding #if I have something to say you better believe im gonna say it #anyhow #asks #revelations

[use-your-imagination98]

GH Couples Inspired By Taylor Swift Songs

Had this in my drafts for FOREVER. thought it was a good time to post it haha. 

Alan and Monica: The Last Great American Dynasty

And they said

"There goes the last great American dynasty"

"Who knows if she never showed up, what could've been"

Luke and Laura: My Tears Ricochet

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

'Til my dying day

Luke and Tracy: Better Man

I know

I’m probably better off all alone

Than needing a man who could

Change his mind at any given minute

Laura and Scotty: New Year’s Day

Please don't ever become a stranger

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

Laura and Kevin: Lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Kevin and Lucy: Delicate

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

Frisco and Felicia: Closure

Yes, I'm doing better

I know that it's over, I don't need your

Closure

Mac and Felicia: Ours

And life makes love look hard

The stakes are high, the water's rough

But this love is ours

Robert and Anna:  It's Nice to Have a Friend

Call my bluff, call you "babe"

Have my back, yeah, everyday

Anna and Valentin: Sparks Fly

My mind forgets to remind me, your a bad idea

You touch me once and it's really something

You find I'm even better than you, imagined I would be

Sonny and Brenda: The 1

But we were something, don't you think so?

Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool

And if my wishes came true

It would've been you

Sonny and Carly: Haunted

​​You and I walk a fragile line

I have known it all this time

Sonny and Alexis: Blank Space

So hey, let's be friends

I'm dying to see how this one ends

Stone and Robin: Sad Beautiful Tragic

We had a beautiful magic love there

What a sad beautiful tragic love affair

Robin and Patrick: This Love

This love is good

This love is bad

This love is alive back from the dead

Lucky and Elizabeth: Tolerate It

While you were out building other worlds, where was I?

Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

Nikolas and Emily: Happiness

There'll be happiness after you

But there was happiness because of you

Nikolas and Elizabeth: Dress

Our secret moments in your crowded room

They've got no idea about me and you

Ned and Alexis: Stay Stay Stay

You took the time to memorize me

My fears, my hopes and dreams

I just like hanging out with you

All the time

Alexis and Julian: Death By A Thousand Cuts

I get drunk but it's not enough

'Cause you're not my baby

I look through the windows of this love

Even though we boarded them up

LuLu and Dante: Wildest Dreams

Someday when you leave me

I bet these memories

Follow you around

Sam and Jason: It’s Time To Go

15 years, 15 million tears

Begging 'til my knees bled

I gave it my all, he gave me nothing at all

Then wondered why I left

Sam and Dante: Cardigan

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite

Chase and Brook Lynn: Mastermind

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates

And all the stars aligned

You and I ended up in the same room

At the same time

Spencer and Trina: Invisible String

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

Cameron and Jossyln: Karma

Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant

You're terrified to look down

'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare

Of everyone you burned just to get there

Elizabeth and Franco: Red

Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes

Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go

Maxie and Nathan: Enchanted

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon

#general hospital #gh #quartermaines #Laura Webber #Luke Spencer #Anna Devane #Robert Scorpio #LnL2 #more GH couples #bored and this came to mind #sprina #naxie #friz #sorry for some bad gif quality #some of these I have STANNED #others are just popular ships

[tortoisesshells]

top five doomed mariners go

in order not of significance, but of encounter:

(1) William Bush - the original Doomed Mariner, my copy of Lord Hornblower is still held together with duct tape from chucking the book across the room when I realized Forester was not going to pull a "if there's no body he's not dead" - rather, "if there's no body, it's because he was too close to the ignition point." A character whose defining trait is his devotion is actually something that can be so personal.

(2) James Norrington - the man, the myth, the legend. clearly takes up too much brain space for a [checking notes for comedic effect] antagonist secondary character from a twenty-year-old theme park ride movie. Hard to say at which point it became clear he'd never survive, but there's definitely a point at which he clearly thinks he's survived too long for anyone's good, least of all his own.

(3) Mr. Starbuck

“On this level, Ahab’s hammock swings within; his head this way. A touch, and Starbuck may survive to hug his wife and child again.—Oh Mary! Mary!—boy! boy! boy!—But if I wake thee not to death, old man, who can tell to what unsounded deeps Starbuck’s body this day week may sink, with all the crew! Great God, where art Thou? Shall I? shall I?—The wind has gone down and shifted, sir; the fore and main topsails are reefed and set; she heads her course.” “Stern all! Oh Moby Dick, I clutch thy heart at last!” Such were the sounds that now came hurtling from out the old man’s tormented sleep, as if Starbuck’s voice had caused the long dumb dream to speak. The yet levelled musket shook like a drunkard’s arm against the panel; Starbuck seemed wrestling with an angel; but turning from the door, he placed the death-tube in its rack, and left the place. (123: The Musket)

(4) Eyk Larsen - doomed by Netflix more than his own foibles, though that's not for lack of trying on his foibles' part. Even the men on his crew that like him are waiting for him to snap under the strain of his bereavement, alcoholism, and the demands of the new shipping company's changes (and the sudden appearance/disappearance of a ghost ship. and inexplicable deaths. and seeing things. and and and). Doesn't make it three whole scenes before staring moodily into the deeps of the Atlantic, musing on the impossibility of knowing what lives on the floor thousands of feet below. Kind of deserved that mutiny. Didn't exactly die in 1899, but. Well. Like his relationship with Maura, it was complicated.

(5) Bill Malloy - He never learned how to swim, he put together The Big Secret about the manslaughter trial quicker than any other uninvolved character, he's been in love with and trailing a respectful step behind Liz Collins Stoddard for 20+ years to no avail (but, hey, Carolyn says he's as good as her father, which?), and he's not the most helpful ghost but he is having a little too much fun getting revenge for his murder - did we ever hear him laugh when he was alive? I suppose we have to subtract some points for him never spending any time on a boat within the scope of the narrative, but then, he IS trying to go back to his job on the boats - and no one else on this list sings "What Do You Do With A Drunken Sailor?". I'm pretty sure the narrative is through with him now, alas. He'll always be famous to me.

#i feel like a heel picking five. #honorary mention to daniel gregg. who's not so much doomed as. hmm. doomed implies a downward trajectory. he's already dead. #then again. things can get worse. even for ghosts. #also. Quint. god. he can't knock anyone off this list atm but this is a Sign to go watch the Indianapolis monologue RIGHT NOW. do it. #ask meme #polkaknox talks #thank you for the ask kind friend!

[heartxshaped-bruises]

                                              ✧･ﾟ  𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.

       ❛❛Ha, told ya she's gonna come!❜❜ The words lacked the distinctive slurring of the past hours that Rafe had spent in the cell. It even earned a funny glance from the irritated deputy, but the guy seemed more peeved by the fact that his emergency contact showed up, after all - and that it deprived him of a reason to keep THE TALL MENACE behind bars for the night. Even for his standard, Rafe went off the fucking rails tonight. His knuckles still hurt, bruised and bloody from dishing out. A familiar sensation, even through the heavy fog of inebriation.

       When the doors swung open, Rafe's head was spinning. Both from the booze and the sudden realization kicking in. The tiny, reasonable part in the back of his head started to cuss and writhe. Fuck. What the hell was he thinking? Why was the stupid, smug grin still plastered across his face as if this was a win? It made his gross mug look even worse, you bet. Shit. Rafe pulled on the cuffs chaining him to the bench and huffed. If he avoided looking at her, maybe there was a chance that she'd just piss off again. God knows he nailed that for a whole, fucking year. THE HAPPY ENDING he deserved. But instead, his drunk brain steered his gaze up, just in the moment their eyes met again for the first time in forever. And instead of mirroring the nausea forming in the pit of his stomach at her sight, the skeevy grin just widened and swallowed any hint of resemblance. ❛❛Hey, Miss Jessica...❜❜

~~~~~

       To say that Rafe wasn't weirded out at least a little bit by the family would've been a lie. He was shit at lying, anyway. Got told so by his brothers and Nana, whom he'd parked in the shade of the church for now while he approached the others in the parking lot. HE'D NOTICED THEM BEFORE. Hell, they stood out like a sore thumb at mass. Some people were looking at them the same way they sometimes eyed his own family, so maybe that was the main motivation why he decided to check on them. Someone should, right? And if anyone knew about cars acting up here, it was him.

       ❛❛Yeah... if ya ask me, you should get that checked❜❜, he told the father after a look under the hood. ❛❛Could be just the engine overheating and ya should be good to go after 20 minutes or so, but it could also be A BROKEN STARTER. Wouldn't recommend a bump-starting if ya wanna keep your catalyzer...❜❜ Rafe rubbed the back of his neck. A few month had passed since his base training and his hair finally started to grow longer again. The only downside to the military, in his opinion. ❛❛Uh... if ya want, I can make a call and get someone to tow your car. My family's workshop's just up the hill❜❜, he offered. His gaze wandered to the two girls and he tried not to linger too long on THE WEIRD-ASS OUTFIT. ❛❛I could take your daughters with my truck and meet you there, Sir?❜❜ // @nanlanmo

#★ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: ʀᴀꜰᴇ && ᴊᴇꜱꜱɪᴄᴀ (01) #nanlanmo #[ here you go! let me know if I need to change smth up ]

[sauriansolutions]

God dammit God damnit

Tw... bad irl stuff, dead animal/dead pet tw's, severe depression/abuse/suicide tw's. Please I beg you to just scroll past this if you think you don't have the spoons to handle seeing it. Trust me I get it, if it wasn't my stuff I wouldn't want to know about it either.

Fuck I'm really not doing okay.

I just got back from my typical overnight shift, then went grocery shopping for the the 5 things I could afford, and finally came home to find

MY FROG DIED.

She was a little, underweight, green tree frog I got at one of the horrible chain pet stores because they had "boring, normal" tree frogs on sale, and this poor girl was underweight and had only one eye. (I called her Odinna.)

I had her for almost two years. I brought her with me, as one of my few possessions I wasn't forced to just abandon due to lack of space, when I moved cross-country after I couldn't afford to stay as a resident of the state I used to live in anymore.

I found her dead body while receiving a string of texts from my boss chewing me out for apparently stocking a product incorrectly. Some highlights:

"Don't ever (do task I previously claimed I entrusted to you) again!"

"All of (task) has to be redone because you fucked up!"

"If my boss would have seen this. Or his boss. Holy hell."

*also, photos of the hours of work I did last night being angrily undone, just to push the point home?*

I *put a product on the shelf wrong.* (I was never told the correct way.) Call the fucking firing squad, I guess.

It's not even these specific things, it's.

I don't have anybody I feel like I can safely talk about things like this with, otherwise I wouldn't be dumping this on the blog I tried to make for happy escapism.

I've been in so many long-term abusive relationships, I guess I don't know how to NOT be treated like shit. I've been trying though? I'm worried I might be too autistic and cptsd to even recognize what is a toxic relationship versus, I don't know, a normal snag between folks?

Pretty sure my boss and my roommate have been treating me like shit for awhile though. And I'm so dumb, I'm only just starting to recognize the patterns. Again. AGAIN. The same ones that--

Oh but, idk, maybe it's just me though? Maybe I am in fact so annoying, I deserve to have eyes rolled at me, to be cut off every time I try to talk, to be spoken to in this clipped, exasperated tone. Spoken *at*, more like.

But?? I don't think literally everything I say is stupid. I don't think literally everything I do deserves to be ignored if done well; and don't think I deserve to be excessively, humiliatingly berated if I make, (what seem to me at least? it's entirely possible I am the idiot?) really small, ultimately unimportant, and understandable mistakes??

Maybe I'm also insane to think this, but oh no I'm going to go THERE. Yeah so um... I feel like maybe I should be making a living wage? Hey, that would be cool. Maybe I should get at least like, ONE 15-20 minute food break on my "8 hour" overnight shifts? Maybe I should be getting healthcare (and maybe like what, 401k? Other kinds?) of benefits too, (what other kinds of benefits even exist? Dental? Vision?? Who the fuck has ever had their employer buy them glasses that sounds crazy!), esp considering I'm continuing to work my ass off while raw dogging it through venlafaxine withdrawals (lost my health insurance so fuck me I guess!!) and basically destroying my mental health, working anytime, all the time, full-time, with mandatory overtime--

That's only the tip of the goddamned iceberg, but enough, enough, I'm depressing myself too much to go on even just writing this.

Writing this is an exercise in acknowledging that it's all stuff that happened, not some nightmare. And had an effect on me. I had gotten so good at drugging and drinking myself to sleep, and ignoring, and ignoring,

I feel so trapped. I've been trying to like myself more, and there's a certain point that means you have to actually act on things like this, or else you... don't really like yourself that much, do you?

So, even though it is the most anxiety inducing thing ever, I have dipped my toes into "acting on it." To the extent that, recently, for the first time in my life, I've been willingly leaving jobs, friendships, and romantic relationships--if they feel like, if I told my therapist (who exists in my head, I can't afford one) about how they treat me, I can easily imagine them being like, "Wow okay so first of all, red flags all over the place!"

I've been doing this to my own detriment. I'm alone and stuck, unable to afford solo housing, or appropriate medication, or even food and other basic life necessities some of the time.

And here's the kicker.

I really, really don't want to die. In that sense, I'm not suicidal! But, I don't know how I'm supposed to keep existing like this without imploding or exploding in some way, though.

The worst part is just having no time, space, or resources to even start trying to heal. Nobody to even talk to safely... or, imo, ethically. I don't want to inflict this sadness and hopeless on some innocent bystander.

I'm sorry if you are the person reading this right now.

#don't read this #it's a hazard #personal #trigger warning #venlafaxine #effexor #major depressive disorder #mental health

[the-empress-7]

Hey Empress, this isn’t Sussex related but I really need help. Today I found that my dad is cheating on my mum. She is completely dependent on him and speaks no English and is south Asian (I’m adding this as it helps for context of the situation). I am 20 and in my final year of uni. I feel absolutely crushed for my mum, all she deserves is love. Throughout today I have been crying because I just see all the sacrifices my mum made and it all go to waste. Do you or anyone have any advice for me and how I can help my mum as divorce currently isn’t an option for her.

Sorry if this is such a personal ask I just don’t know anyone to turn to.

Anon, I am so sorry that you are your mom are going through such a hard time. I can't even begin to give you advice on such a personal and complicated matter. I will say this, your mother is lucky to have you and for you to have her. The one thing you can do for her, is to be there for her. Soon you will be on your own two feet, and perhaps one day you can be there for her in ways that are more than just about emotional support. I wish you and your mother all the best, may you both get through this together.

PS: Her sacrifices have not been wasted, she has you. The best gift any mother can ask for is a loving child ❤️

[cumxxslutt]

Really .

FEM/BLACK READER

Warnings: weird “friend”, Roman being a amazing boyfriend , cussing , slapping (not towards reader tho🤭) , angst .

Roman reigns x reader

Enjoy . 🎀

“I’m about to punch this bitch” I lowly say to my best friend of 12 years turning towards him taking my eyes off the scene in front of me he only laughs “bitch me personally..” he started but I hit his arm “see what we not about to do is that me personally stuff” I say laughing this conversation kinda taking my mind off Lexi..

This was supposed to be a nice lil get together some family a couple friends and Lexi…Lexi my friend of 1 year and 2 months

20 minutes has passed and I was know in the kitchen with Jamie “Jamie let’s go to the living room my feet hurt” I said mugging him cause he was making me stand in the damn kitchen because his ex was here and he was scared “bitch nooo” he started but I just walked off to find my man

Walking into my living room I see something, no someone a little to close on Roman moving closer I see Lexi practically sitting on his lap and he looks very uncomfortable

“What’s going on here” I look at Roman and relief floods through his eyes Lexi jumps from hearing my voice and moving from him and getting up walking towards me

“Hey y/n I was just coming to look for you” lying straight through her fucking teeth I just look at her slightly pushing past her and walking towards roman “hey baby” he looks at me with pure love in his eyes which makes my heart jump at the sight “hey mama” he slightly whispers still looking at me like a cute lost puppy the only thing I can do is let out a laugh as I fall on him

Wrapping his arms around me I smile as I sit in his lap with my back against his chest with his arms holding me around my waist sitting in a criss-cross-apple sauce position looking up I see Lexi looking at me with hatred I only smirked

It’s been 30 minutes and I never wanted to smack a bitch so fucking bad she finally plucked my last nerve rolling her damn eyes at me for the 10th time tonight at least

“What’s your problem bitch” I say unwrapping Roman’s arms from around me and getting up he looks confused for a second then looks towards where I’m walking heading straight for that bitch she looks scared , good

“What are you even talking about” she says acting all confused “you’ve be rolling your damn eyes and making stank faces at me all night” “no I haven-“ but you hear jamie shout from the back “LIES” he says sipping on his drink you look at him and then turn back towards Lexi

“WELL ITS NOT FAIR YOU HAVE EVERYTHING” she yells breaking down and crying our guest was just watching this go on but who where they to judge she was the one being weird

“YOU HAVE THE MONEY , THE CLOTHES , YOUR FAMOUS , AND MOST OF ALL A BOYFRIEND YOU DONT FUCKING DESERVE-“ you stop her right there by slapping her as hard as you can hearing that slap made you almost feel it your self “get the hell out of my house” you lowly say as she stares at you “wow” she mumbled pushing pass you grabbing her things

Walking out the door you hear her yell “EAT SHIT AND DIE Y/N” fed up you yell “EAT SHIT AND LIVE LEXI” walking in your kitchen you grab a bottle of wine and set it down

Hearing Roman tell everybody the little get together was over and hearing people walk out you hear some feet running towards the kitchen you feel arms wrap around you “you gonna be okay babe” Jamie mumbled hugging you “yea” you mumble back with a small smile “okay” he says smiling “BYE ROMAN” you hear him shout “BYE” you hear Roman shout from the living room

Hearing the door slam shut you get up and walk to the living room seeing roman cleaning up you start helping him after 10 minutes your done and he’s know carrying you up stairs “you okay he” he mumbled kissing your lips “yea” you mumble back giving him more kisses as he runs you a bath .

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Okay this is so ass but please like also reblog if you can also send request!! . 🎀

#roman reign x y/n #wwe fanfiction #roman reign fic #roman reigns one shot #cumxxslutt.writes🎀

[shrinkthisviolet]

Ralph Dibny, Lisa Snart, and Nora West-Allen 1.0 for the character bingo!

Ralph Dibny:

I like him in fanon, but in canon…eh. He’s got the charisma and humor that somewhat endears me to him, but there’s also the way he talks about women sometimes that just…well it could be worse, but it’s not great. Though at least that’s mostly toned down at least halfway through s4 (iirc? At least by the end). Then again, s5 with the whole Book of Ralph stuff was 💀 really something.

At least in fanfics, that aspect is toned way down, so it’s easier for me to like him. Plus, he’s your favorite (or one of them) from what I understand, and I like the way you talk about him 😂

Lisa Snart:

Honestly, a super fun villain, and I love her aesthetic and her vibes. I also LOVE her and Len’s sibling relationship 🥰 and I might be coming around to her and Cisco as a ship…we’ll see once I meet her again in my rewatch.

s5 Nora (Nora 1.0):

I LOVE HER 💞 also tbh I love both Nora’s but I love s5 Nora a bit more. s7 Nora is wonderful, and has the happy life she deserves, but…s5 Nora is SUCHHHH an interesting tragic character with so much nuance and complexity and ANGST

Now, do I dislike the way Future Iris was handled? Yep. I don’t deny that Nora being an adult and still not knowing about her powers was strange, but…Witt the context of metahumans being illegal in Nora’s future, and not made legal again until after Flash s5 (thank you, Legends), I 100% understand why she’d be paranoid of her baby being taken away by ARGUS (especially since Nora is reckless, and it’s difficult to explain the scope of “hey, your existence is illegal and the government hates you” to a child).

Yes, Future Iris should’ve told Nora when she was an adult, but the show doesn’t try to show her perspective at all, which I find a shame. Nora got to reconcile with Present Iris, but not Future Iris :( I wrote a fic to fix that (and also to fix the fallout of Nora’s reveal because…ugh what a mess that argument was in canon), but…I wish we’d gotten to see it play out on the show, with all the wonderful complex emotions that could’ve brought. Even if the resolution was “I understand why you did it, but the fact that you didn’t tell me even after I became an adult still hurts, Mom,” that would’ve been fine—at least it would’ve been something!

Also, Nora being in her mid- to late-20s is…strange, considering she doesn’t act like it. If I didn’t know her age and that she apparently has a job, I’d peg her as 20 at oldest—and really, more like 18, considering she acts like she’s newly independent. Making her an 18-year-old freshman in college would’ve worked wayyy better. Since I’m working with canon’s characterization of her, I tend to write her as 18 for that reason.

(Alternatively, they could’ve written her as an actual 25-28-year-old, like in this amazing fic series).

I could go on and on about examples of “canon isn’t real if I don’t look at it” for s5, but…this is about Nora specifically, so I’ll cap it here 😅 talking about Future Iris already got me on a bit of a tangent.

Also…she’s @negative-speedforce’s favorite 💞 so blorbo by proxy

send me a character (or multiple) and I’ll fill out the bingo!

#ralph dibny #lisa snart #nora west allen #character ask game #character bingo

[psychicglittermentality]

Pickup Lines

*gif not mine*

Zelly deserves all the love. Also reader insert fics. And I think this is genuinely terrible, perhaps because I’ve been staring at it since the wjc. Fem reader. Implied underage drinking (possibly). Reader drinks water. 

873 words

You hadn’t really wanted to be there in the first place. You like parties just as much as the next 20 year old university student, but at the moment, you’re recovering from the flu and have a ton of schoolwork to catch up on. But in the end you’d agreed to accompany your friend to the party for two reasons. One, as much as you love your best friend, she needs an anchor to keep her from flying away. And two, you did NOT want to tackle the enormous pile of homework sitting on your desk. Those things lead to you leaning against the kitchen counter and sipping from a bottle of water as you keep your eye on your friend who’s flirting with a guy on the couch. 

“Hey.” A guy leans on the counter next to you, drawing your attention away from the living room. His hair is dark and he has a wide mouth and an upturned nose. On the whole, pretty cute. Like, exactly your type. You’re still foggy enough from the flu to wonder if you’d conjured him up out of your mind. He’s that perfect. “You look really familiar,” he continues, squinting at your face in an attempt to place you.

You wrack your brain, trying to figure out where he knows you from. You feel kind of bad because you feel like you should definitely remember him. 

“Didn’t we take a class together?” 

You knit your brow and shake your head because he’s certainly not in any of your classes. Or any of your past ones. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think so,” you tell him, fiddling with the water bottle. Get it together, you scold yourself. It’s just a boy. A cute boy. A really cute boy. 

“Really?” He asks, the beginnings of a smile starting to form. “Cause I could have sworn we had chemistry.” 

You press your lips together, understanding immediately what he was trying to do, ignoring the little flutter of happiness that he’s hitting on you. “I don’t want to be mean,” you say slowly, your mouth curving upwards, matching the smile on his face. “But that was probably the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard.” 

“Oh?” He challenges, eyebrows raised. “Let’s hear your best, then.” 

“Alright, are you ready?” 

“Hit me with it.” 

You clear your throat. “Hi, what’s your name?” 

“Olen,” he answers. An unusual name, but it suits him. 

You wait, looking at him expectantly. 

“What?” He asks. “Is that all you got? Cause I think mine might be a little better.”

“Aren’t you going to ask me what my name is?” You prompt through your giggles. 

“Oh, uh, what’s your name?” 

You flash a wide smile at him, and bite your bottom lip. “My name is Y/N, but you can call me yours.” 

Olen throws his head back and laughs. A thousand butterflies take flight in your stomach seeing his uninhibited smile. “Okay, that was awful.” 

“Hey!” You protest, despite your laughter. 

“How many guys has that worked on?” He asks you, his eyebrows raised. 

“Oh, none.” You laugh, and take a sip of your water. “I’ve never used it before now.” 

“Really?”

“Really,” you affirm, feeling far too giddy just from meeting a guy at a party. You’re probably still a little sick. 

“So I should feel special?” He asks, leaning towards you. 

You lock eyes and share a grin. “I think so.” 

“So, mine,” he says, and you can’t help the happy smile that drifts across your face at the inflection he puts on the last word. “What do you say we get out of here? I know a great 24/7 diner we could go to. And you look a little wobbly on your feet.” 

“Flu survivor, 2024,” you say with a little salute and a grin. You glance towards the couch where your friend sits, now chatting to a girl you recognise from the Intro to Psych class you took last year. 

Olen follows your gaze to the couch and seemingly mistakes that you’re looking at a guy next to your friend. “I am so sorry, I didn’t realise you came here with someone,” he says, sounding contrite. And maybe a little regretful. 

“No!” You yelp, hurrying to assure him that you are indeed unattached. “Well, yes, I came with someone, but it’s the girl next to the guy, but we’re just friends, we’ve been friends since kindergarten.”

“That’s good, because my thoughts about you are anything but friendly.” You can’t help but notice the steady flush that spreads across his cheeks when he says that. A wave of affection for this guy you just met nearly knocks you off of your feet. Was it really like you to leave a party with a guy you just met? Every instinct in your brain is screaming yes, though, so… “You wanna get out of here? I know someone who knows this great 24/7 diner we could go to,” you tease, pulling out your phone to shoot your friend a quick text letting her know where you’re going. At least if you’re murdered, he seems decent enough to get you on Buzzfeed Unsolved. 

He catches your eye and positively beams at you. “Absolutely.”

#olen zellweger #olen zellweger x reader #anaheim ducks #zelly is precious #and deserves the world

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Mission Failed, Successfully

Couple: Fem!Henderson!Reader x Steve Harrington

Summary: 20 year old Y/N Henderson had just finished Purdue and decided to go back to her lovely hometown, Hawkins. It all seems dreamy until she finds out about Dustin's little plan of you and your ex to get back together.

You'll find a whole lot of: angst angst angggstttuh, kind of fluff, violence, reader with anxiety, reader leaving steve cuz reader thinks steve deserves better.

a/n: I don't really know how bad this is but I'm proud of it hehehe

Part 1 - Pet names and Confessions

"Thanks Y/N!" Dustin says, gathering his bag and other belongings before leaving your car to hang out with his friends, that being the same, Mike, Will, and Lucas.

You left 2 months earlier, before the whole upside-down thing happened, and when you came back, it was all Dustin could talk about for 4 straight days.

You dropped him off at the usual hangout place for the boys, Mike's house. You'd never been a real fan of Mike, really, just because he can become cocky when he doesn't get his way, and believe me, he never does.

While you were waiting for Dustin to get off the car, you saw a red-headed girl and a ridiculously short-haired girl, screaming Dustin's name and telling him to "Hurry the hell up, Dustin!" "Steve has a shift in 15 minutes, you dingus!"

Steve.. it sounded familiar, though you thought it was just from the movies you'd watched.

Then, it hits you.

No...

STEVE

"Hey, Y/N! Um, do you want to meet my new friends? " But you're still stunned.

You remembered the rather painful past of yours when you were the same age as Dustin. All because of the mention of your first lover's name.

You were shortly snapped out of the trance when Dustin started pulling on your arm and tutting.

"Y/N! C'mon. Oh my Lordddd, "Dustin huffed.

You did Dustin's request and left the car, walking up to the Wheeler's doorstep.

You gave the two girls a smile, and they gave you shy greetings in response.

"This is Y/N! My sister! " Dustin cheered, introducing you to the unfamiliar faces.

"Y/N, Max and El, Max and El, Y/N," Dustin sternly said, slightly embarrassed as he was the only one doing the talking.

"Jesus Christ, Henderson, you little shit, do you want to go to the arcade or-" Steve barged into the four of you, flabbergasted at the sight of you.

You're both looking at each other in pure shock, leaving the little kids confused.

You chose to ignore him and went inside the house, revealing Lucas and Will on the couch and one cool-looking short-haired girl.

Will gasped at the sight of you, running toward you for a hug.

"Y/N! Finally! I've missed you! " The boy greeted you, pulling you in for a hug.

You both hugged for a decent amount of time until the short-haired girl walked up to the both of you.

Okay, bowl cut, who is this? " The girl joked, pointing at you.

"Hi! Um, I'm Y/N, Dustin's sister? You are? " You stretch your hand out for a handshake.

"Robin, um, Robin Buckley." Steve's friend. " Her eyes widened, looking shocked while she shook your hand and hurriedly burst through the door.

The rest of the people greeted you and talked to you, except for Steve and Robin, who were talking, not so quietly, outside the house.

You could hear them arguing and talking about a girl.

It wasn't much of your worry as you're the ex, not the current. You had no right to be snooping and listening in on their conversation.

Even though you really wanted to.

..

It was 2:13; an hour had passed since you dropped Dustin off and made contact with his old friends; two people your age and the coolest girl Dustin's age. We're quite shocked that Dustin became friends with them, but it would be too unmannered to comment on it, especially since you're his sister.

You wanted to read a book, but you just couldn't. Your focus and the one thing your mind was set on was Steve Harrington. Dustin's friend.

Why? Nothing, maybe just because he was your first boyfriend, the first boy to whom you said "I love you," to whom you lost your virginity, and who you broke up with for "no reason."

Well, maybe not nothing.

You needed to get your mind off of it because it was driving you insane. You felt like a coke bottle that had mentos in it with the lid on. If you took the lid off, it would explode. Right now, your lid is Dustin. Dustin does not know that you dated Steve. He just can't.

You put on a decent pair of boots and searched for your car keys to drive yourself to the park.

It was, and still is, your favorite place. It was the only place in Hawkins that made you feel at ease, and you swore to everyone you knew that nothing in that park could make your mood worse.Or so you thought.

You sat on one of the benches, book in hand.

You were about to open the book when a ball hit the side of your face, very badly. It hurt badly.

"Fucking bastard!" you whispered under your breath, setting the book aside, reaching for the ball only to be picked up by none other than Steve Harrington.

Of course, abso-fucking-lutely.

"That hurt, love?" He asked, cupping your face with one of his hands.

Your whole body shrivelled at the sound of him calling you the same pet name he had for you before, when you were dating.

Maybe he thought it was nothing, but it gave you a knotting sensation in your stomach, and not in a good way.

"Love? What are we? Dating? " You stood up, finding it hard to process the words coming out of your mouth.

You tried to act cool and smug, but his eyes just didn't agree with the plan.

He let out a fake laugh, looking at the trees that surrounded the both of you before actually replying.

You stood there trying to look scary and shit while he was just giving you a smile, clearly not scared of you. In fact, it looked like he wanted to laugh at you.

"No, we aren't." He spoke, tucking your hair behind your ears, his hand remaining in your ear.

It was sweet. He was trying to be sweet, but you were mad. You didn't want to fall for him again.

"Then don't call me Love, Steve. Don't flirt with me. You're flirting with your friend's sister." You rambled, taking your book with you, and hurried out of the park to your car.

You look at the rearview mirror. You're pouting. You looked sad. You could see in the corner of your eyes, Steve, who was looking at you, or the car.

Tears threatened your eyes as you once more rewound the past you had with him. There were times when you truly believed you were free.

Yes, you ended up weeping in your car, just because of a silly thought.

You drove back to your house faster than you usually do, millions of thoughts crossing your brain.

..

You heard an alarm go off, signaling it was already 6:45.

The reason that you had set an alarm was because Dustin wanted you to pick him up at Mike's house after his very "awesome" day, which he was going to tell you all about over dinner.

You ended up crying yourself to sleep and it worked. Time passed by, and now you're most probably going to see Steve again.

You change into an ABBA shirt and decent-sized shorts and put some makeup on. You never really liked makeup. The powdery feeling of it just makes you very uncomfortable. So your usual makeup routine included powder and lipgloss.

You tied your hair up and opened your door, revealing Steve Harrington.

"I drove him here." He said as he closed the door behind him.

A million thoughts crossed your head at the thought of him making an effort to see you.

What does this mean, you say to yourself?

He walked over to you, looking around your room.

"Still a sucker for pink, aren't you?" He jeered, playing with random figurines you had on your shelves.

"Harrington, what the hell do you want?" You grunt, putting a hand on your waist.

"Love. It's been 4 fucking years. You gon na tell me why you broke up with me? " He asked, still more calm than ever.

His scent made you go wild.

So fucking wild.

"Not that it really matters to you because you probably fucked thousands of bitches when I left. Why does any of this even concern you, huh? I don't think the girl you were talking about earlier with your friend would really like this. " You snapped, raising your voice and stepping closer to him with every sentence.

He looked scared, really scared. Every time you got closer, he took a step back, his eyes changing moods when you started speaking.

"I wonder who that girl is," he mumbled, looking away.

You couldn't hear what he said but couldn't care less about it. You still know the situation you're in. You're in a room with your (hot) ex, and you're barely 7 inches away from each other.

"I don't know how you find any of the guts to act like this, especially when you're the one who broke up with me, the one who told ME that I was dumb. And for.. I don't know, breaking up with me for no reason at all?" He barked, slamming the door behind you.

You stood there, shocked.

You were shocked.

...

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