Am I Wrong Though?

Library Convos: 1

Draco: So you used a polyjuice potion to turn into Crabbe and Goyle, of all people

Harry: That's what I said

Draco: And in the final battle everyone turned into you?

Harry: Safety in numbers?

Draco: Right right, how many people did you say drank the potion?

Harry: Um, seven?

Draco: and they all changed into different clothes, seeing [eyes him]... you?

Harry: Yes?

Draco: [gets up, about to walk out of the library without a word]

Harry: Where are you going?

Draco: to rip the tongues off of the people who saw my boyfriend of course.

"You mean to tell me, I whored myself out for attention and you give me nothing!?"

--Asmodeus to Solomon, probably.

Rwby Rants

Ruby, gushing about Wiess: My girlfriends Wiess-fucking-Schnee, she would freeze all of you with zero hesitation. She has tried to stab me many times! Her Semblance is out of this world!

Emerald and Blake about to let go of some suppressed rage:

Emerald: Yeah? Well, mine leaves for long periods of time, coming back with a bottle of issues, emotional manipulation and the autumn maidens power, and a chick with an umbrella!

Blake: Bitch, my girlfriend has anger issues, using her prosthetic as a weapon to make things go KABOOM!

Qrow: My boyfriends dead.

His arms were my home; in his eyes I saw stars, a million light years away from me. He too has been taken from me, reaching heights I can only dream to reach. But why would I leave Earth when your body lays here besides me? When dreaming is worthless when my hand no longer holds yours. Why should I live on when you're the only star I wish to see. Open your eyes for me, one last time. One last time. Let me see the jewels reflected in your eyes -- staring only at me.

The stars Tell Their Story 

Welp-- We warned Mari.

I dont return to tumblr for like a year??? And MLB season 4 has left the fandom in tears, what did I miss.

Do I run away from angsty stories and shows as if it burns me? yes. Will most of the plots that come to my mind be fueled by angst? also yes.

But in other news, I'm such a whore for hurt/comfort.

Lost Chances

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Synopsis: Unrequited love. Will they won't they? (they won't <3). A sprinkle of angst. WC: 853

Was it his smile that first caught your eye? Was it his mind, his constant need to know more, coupled with his joy to share that knowledge with others? Or was it when you finally realised your feelings for him, that you began noticing the little things; how your heart thundered in your chest whenever his face lit up. It’s not clear when your feelings for him changed, but you can trace how it grew stronger as the years passed. And while you can’t pinpoint the moment that your feelings for him grew, you can pinpoint the moment he, unknowingly, broke it.  

First there was Lila Archer. You’d noticed how she’d looked at him, how he looked at her. You were privy to the teasing remarks from Morgan, but you brushed it off, tuning it out, believing that nothing would happen – Spencer would never breach that line with a client after all, right? Then why were they in the pool together? Why were they out of breath? Why did he stay back to personally say goodbye, and oh, he kept her magazine cover. 

Then there was Austin, and his charm pulled her in, just like it did to you. And you can't blame any of them – Lila or Austin – for noticing him, for falling for him. He had a way of pulling you into his orbit. If only the force would weaken to ease the pain in your heart. You found yourself wishing you didn’t like him as much. 

But there was no need for it, luck seemed to be turning in your favour, and you believed for the first time, that just as you were being pulled into his orbit, that he was being pulled into yours. He began looking at you the way he looked at everyone that came before you. 

The lingering looks, hands brushing against each other (he’d pull away apologetically, a shy smile curving on his lips), but as it continued, he’d let the touch linger longer, before pulling away. Then came the soft whispers. He’d lean down, just to ask you normal questions about the case, then it was about a book you talked about days ago, then it was asking if you were free to accompany him home, or to dinner after a tough case. And with every smile, every look, every late night conversation, you were slowly building the nerve to confess.

The day finally came. You’d finally built up the nerve to confess and – he blew you off. You knew he didn't mean to, but he just had to go home that night, his migraines were getting worse. You understood, stumbling over your words, stepping back, letting him walk past you.

 Again and again he walked past you. There was always some interruption, his headaches, someone walking in, another case. You thought of sending a text, but there was too much that needed to be said that a text felt impersonal. 

But the reasons slowly died away. Spencer was getting better, his migraines did not bother him as much. Then why didn't you confess? Were you too late?

There was someone else. 

When a new obstacle breaks down, another emerges, and that emerged in the form of the mystery girl.

His once comforting voice now made you bolt and run, yet nowhere was far enough. The fondness in his voice followed you, reminding you that you weren’t his choice. His smiles, his laugh, his affection weren’t yours to claim. Besides you couldn't run very far, not when he’d find you after his phone calls to share his joy with you. How could you turn him away when he was so happy? When he chose you as his confidante, his closest friend, the person he chose to share his joys and sorrows with. Just not his love. 

Why couldn't it be you? You tried helping with his migraines, but Spencer brushed you away, saying he had tried the method before, but thanked you for trying to help. She was the one that helped. 

Maybe this was a sign. Maybe you’d lost your chance. Maybe you had cemented your part in his life, and you just had to accept it. You were his friend, you were thankful to be one of his closest. 

So when his world comes tumbling down, and he needs a shoulder to cry on, you’re there. You’ve always been there. 

He loved her after all, she was the one he chose, the one he wanted, so you stepped away. You accepted your fate, locking your feelings away because you knew if you opened up now, nothing would be the same between the two of you again. You lost your chance – if only you’d built up the nerve sooner. But you could move on from this, it may not be soon, but you could say goodbye to your feelings for Reid, and one day, your pain would lessen, because you finally accepted the truth, your role in his life. 

But just for this moment, you held him in your arms, his grief merging with yours, knowing that this is all you’ll ever be. 

Dense Characters Who?

Arthur: Merlin? A Wizard? he would have a higher chance of taking out a dragon

Adrien: Marinette's just a friend, yes she looks exactly like Ladybug, but so does Kagami, It's just a coincidence, she can't possibly be Ladybug

Draco: Harry? The love of my life? please, Malfoy's don't love

Harry: Fixed glasses? Don't know them

Catra: What, do you want me to say something? My undying love for Adora, and the pain I felt after she left me and I realized she was a princess, and my unhealthy way of using anger as a means to project it? That's preposterous

Ruby: A full proof plan? We tried that, it failed, so now we fail in style

Usagi(Sailor Moon): I wonder who Tuxedo Mask could be

All of the sailor scouts: Blonde hair, blue eyes, bunhead? the princess cant possibly be Usagi.

Bloom: [has fire powers]

the Winx: Ya'll see something?

The Sano family curse: Being Yn and friends with death (im so sorry--)

I love Emma, she truly is the main character, but we can't forget who the original Sano family Yn was. Mr Shinichiro had every delinquent and gang in Tokyo under his thumb, and befriended Wakasa who was there to fight him, all because of his character, and strength. MIkey even said how everyone felt they'd be ok because he was there. He had everyone's respect, Sano.

It is me, I am bitches.

Here stands the grave of Shinchiro Sano, beloved brother, and friend, by questionable gangs, no bitches though--

Y/N some kid who was born that year shoveling dirt away: You should have waited for me! I wouldn't reject you!