#‟ It's dark in my imagination ” ⌊ meme : harper ⌋

[thecreativeforge-a]

statistical character personality test

take the linked quiz from the perspective of your character, then select 5 - 10 results from the complete matches list that you feel resonate with your character the most.

Roy Edition

Highest match (though I don't know the character):

Cisco Ramon (The Flash): 87%

My picks (including funny ones):

Hawkeye (Marvel Cinematic Universe): 84% (enter spiderman meme pointing at each other here)

Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood): 82% (that just feels tragic. Also, THE ARM!)

Harry Potter (Harry Potter): 81% (You're a wizard, Harper!)

Remus Lupin (Harry Potter): 80% (I'm taking that as a win)

Roy Harper (Arrow): 73% (enter another spiderman meme pointing at each other here)

Sokka (Avatar: The Last Airbender): 78% (yes this makes a lot of sense)

Lucius Fox (The Dark Knight): 75% (both are savvy af)

Aragorn (Lord of the Rings): 71% (ok wut)

Sailor Jupiter (Sailor Moon): 73% (I honestly don't know it well enough to know if it's good or bad but Imagining Roy in a sailor outfit is hilarious, so it's added)

Robin Hood (Robin Hood): 71% (yet another spiderman meme pointing at each other here)

You can see the full results here

Tagged by: @the-mocking-robin (Thank you!) Tagging: Whoever wants to do it :)

[extortus]

                TAG DUMP: Harper

[grveyardshift-blog]

ok it me tay with intro number one here! i'm still garbage at writing intros but i'm hype to write the best single dad edgar! i'll have his stats up soon but his pinterest board and playlist are here!

for starters edgar is lowkey one of the most irresponsible people possible, or at least was? he's a great dad and is surprisingly fantastic at being a single dad because like wow he loves his kids so much. as far as he is concerned they are the best kids ever and total nerds and he'd do anything for them. 

his kids are named malerie and althea i love them with my whole fucking heart, so does edgar. mal is five and thea is two, their mom is out of the picture and honestly he isn't even bothered bc he got the best part of the deal.

he's just a giant softie okay?

wears too many flannels and those god awful hawaiian shirts bc he's that meme where the guy is like gesturing to a butterfly but imagine the dude is edgar and the butterfly is his god awful wardrobe just. is this fashion? NO IT ISN'T EDGAR

messiest hair ever, does he own a brush? yeah i'm sure he does but he's usually more focused on braiding his daughters hair than giving a fuck about his own.

oof he loves rock music, specifically 70s rock and just has the playlist of a dad i'm so proud TM

definitely a dog person i feel like he's got two and an owl

lives in a kind of small but nice three bedroom house with his kids, two dogs and the owl. still undecided where he lives but i feel like when he has order meetings, the weasley's probably end up watching his kids. 

could be super loveable if he'd open up enough to let someone love him. he's pretty big on hook ups and doesn't want to get his heart broken again bc the way things were left with his baby mama just weren't great i imagine. they don't talk, she never sees the kids, etc it just sucks a lot

this fucking nerd honestly makes my whole life. loves x-men, star wars, batman and pretty much everything in between. also has an indiana jones hat he got in america and loves it more than anything. 

i feel like he's super close with his siblings like he looks up to amelia a lot and she's practically his best friend. she's also like basically in charge if something happened to him, like he trusts her so much without a doubt he'd want his kids to be raised by her. sadly they all fuckin die and it hurts me because he's just in the order to make the world a better place for his kids and everyone else. 

the idea of his kids growing up in a world run by the dark lord, so hateful and just terrible is not something he'd ever want. he wants his girls to grow up loving and accepting, not caring about things as silly as blood status. 

did i mention that he was lowkey a slut while in hogwarts because he was! also he's super bisexual so like! give him a boyfriend or a girlfriend! however i'd die 4 him to get a boyfriend i'm happy with whatever my dudes

drinks too much coffee bc this boy is not a tea person what so ever

fascinated by muggle shit to be completely honest 

malerie got him a best dad mug for his birthday and he definitely cried bc how fucking cute is that

has lots of tattoos and makes a lot of awful jokes, ends up regretting that too just aasjfas his constant mood is YIKES

is trying to quit smoking but it's not going so hot he's a progress

i don't know if this would help at all establish his character but i considered chris evans as a fc for him just bc i love that dumb bitch and he lowkey radiates the energy i'm playing for edgar but so does matt daddario in all his god awfUL SHIRTS 

character insp: chandler bing, isaac lahey, roy harper, jim halpert, scott mccall, sometimes he’s a peter parker, simon lewis, marcos diaz

aesthetics: dad shirts, burnt out cigarettes, comic books, rings in tables bc of coffee mugs, dogs barking, colorful hair ties, rock music, complaining about being old, dirt caked sneakers

[teen-titans-imagines]

REPOST. DO NOT REBLOG.

Tagged by: @dc-hoe (thank you~ <3)

Nickname: Lyn. Lol.

Zodiac: Aquarius Sun, Leo Moon, Cancer Ascendant. 

Height: 5′2

Time: 5:40pm

Favourite band/group/artist: We’d be here all night if I tried doing that lmfao

Song stuck in my head: I don’t have one stuck in my head right now, but I am listening to Cleanin’ Out My Closet by Eminem.

Last movie I saw: Oh jesus. Ummmm, I’m pretty sure it was The Shining.

Last thing i googled: Roy Harper Young Justice (i’m in a roy mood right now)

Other blogs: @chris-evans-imagines

Do I get asks: Not really, no. Just the curious anon every now and then. But I do get some when I reblog ask memes and such.

Why did I choose this username: I guess to be pretty self-explanatory? Idk lol. I guess I did it to stay uniform with my chris evans blog haha

Following: I don’t even know tbh. I never look at the amount of people i’m following, but I bet it’s in the two hundreds or three hundreds. 

Average amount of sleep: I’m running on two or three right now.

Lucky number: 2 or 7

What am I wearing: My college shirt with some short short pajama shorts. 

Dream job: Writer or Singer

Dream trip: Germany, Japan, Scotland, Ireland, The whole world tbh

Fave food: I love food equally, but I do love me some sushi!

Play any instruments: Yes. Alto Saxophone, Piano, and Electric/Acoustic Guitar

Eye colour: Dark chocolate brown

Hair color: Naturally dark brunette, but I recently bleached some of my hair blonde as well as dyed some of it blue.

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: the light of twilight filtering through the woods, lighting the way just enough for you to see, but leaving it dark enough to leave silhouettes of the trees and animals within. A glass of lemonade on a hot summers day. The soft, velvet texture of a rose petal. A dying tree. idk. 

Languages you speak: English, but will be learning French soon.

Most Iconic Song: Under Pressure by David Bowie & Queen

Random fact: I really don’t know if this is a random fact anymore, but I don’t know what else to tell you guys: I have atypical absence epilepsy. 

Tagging: @thatawesomenerdygirl @rcbinwcrld @addicted-to-dc @voltaiire @imagineyoungjustice @helraisingstar @crazyfreckledginger @charlieartpage, and anybody else who would like to do this!

[soldiiermade-archive]

❛ I’m just not ready to forgive you yet. ❜

meme. accepting. @leaderbcrn​

        He’s feeling better — after hours of rest in the med bay, his mind moving in andout of consciousness. He can only remember snippets of the rover ride back to Arkadia.Clarke’s voice in his ear, mixed with worry and annoyance. Raven driving therover, Miller in the passenger seat talking navigation. Monty’s hushed whispersto Harper. But he remembers the ghosts, too — and that’s the problem. Hisfeverish mind finally letting himself fall into the insanity he swears he’sbeen on the brink of since he threw the radio into the river.

       Only these visions weren’t because of any badJobi Nuts. No, it had been his body cruel reminder that he isn’t the same and won’tbe for the rest of his life. His very short life, if Abby’s predictions arecorrect.

       But he’s not seeing the dead anymore. Not mumblingto Lincoln as his head rests in Clarke’s lap, in that weird place between sleepand wake. So he thinks, at least, it’s a little bit better. He’s alive — for now —and he couldn’t find his sister. But he’s failed before. Over and over and overagain. This is nothing new. He has to trust her to come back on his own. Maybethis is the Earth finally telling him to let go a little bit. Telling him thathe lost the wonderful privilege of being bigbrother.

He doesn’t deserve her, anyway.

       Clarke’s looking at him, but it’s not in that same sort ofway she does when she believes in him. It’s mixed with anger and defiance, butalso worry and fear. He scared herand he can hardly live with that. He runs a hand over his face and lets out alow, long breath. Frustrated. Guilty. He can sit up now, but Abby won’t let himleave until his vitals have cleared to a place of comfort. Could be anotherday.

       He nods, understanding, though that muscle in his jaw ticksbecause he’s angry with himself for being so goddamn stupid all the time. ❛ I’m not gonna look for her again. ❜ That won’t help, not really. He already did what he thought hehad to do and it landed him in med bay. He’s sicker than he’d imagined, evenwhen he was told he’s dying. He thought he could make it. Maybe to bring herback — maybe to say goodbye. ❛ She doesn’t wanna be found. ❜

       Clarke’s eyes soften slightly, but she keeps her chin raised.She really isn’t ready to forgive him for leaving in the middle of the night,with no warning. He knows the feeling. ❛ She’ll come back, Bellamy. ❜

       He only shrugs. There’s a semblance of hope and that’ssomething. ❛ Just tell me when you’redone being pissed. ❜ He’s tired, reallyfucking tired. ❛ And don’t make ittoo long. My days are numbered, ya know. ❜

       Her expression hardens again — not amused with his dark jokeat his own expense. Too soon, maybe,but it’ll probably always be too soon and there’s nothing either one of themcan do about it. He’ll be dead soon and she’s just going to have to deal with it. Still, it doesn’t push hertowards forgiveness. Bellamy cares, but he also doesn’t have theenergy to spend too much time thinking about it. It’s easier this way, anyway.The angrier she is with him, the easier it’ll be to keep his distance. Keep hersafe.

       ❛ That’s the problem. ❜ Andshe takes a turn to stalk away from medical. But she won’t stay gone for long,he knows. She’s got a job here to do and, somehow, they always make their wayback to each other anyway.

That’s the real problem.

[wavenetinfo]

My dude,

I am as shallow and as easily amused as anybody else, so I can admit I like your dumb fights. Keep doing your dumb fights. Do them to make me happy. But my dude, I’d be a bad friend if I didn’t tell you: You look dumb out there.

I don’t mean in the way that men acting like children often look dumb. I don’t mean in the way that you’ll get suspended and hurt your team and lose a bunch of money, and I don’t mean in the way that people who say you’re immature or a bad dude will use this fight for years to justify those takes. That’s all obvious. I mean you look like a dork. You are one of the world’s strongest and most coordinated men in the world, but in what will be the most-viewed moment of your career, you look uncoordinated and weak. Like a dork. You know? That’s how you look.

You’re my guy, so I’ve got to tell you that you look pretty good when that ball hits off your hip and you don’t even flinch, let alone cry or ask the umpire for a hug. And you look pretty cool when you point out at the mound. You are the type of guy who isn’t afraid to point out at a guy and tell him you’re not afraid to point at him. I can’t help but be impressed; I’m afraid of that guy, and I would not point. You pointed. Not bad, my man.

Then you flip the bat. You look pretty cool flipping that bat. So nonchalant; you’re in control of that bat. You have large biceps and strong thighs and you make that bat look so inconsequential, and in doing so, you’ve made the pitcher look small and inconsequential. I like the look, my dude. You look cool.

And then, my dude, you take off your helmet and, uh-oh, now you’re starting to look awkward. Now you’ve got to charge, and it’s a long way between you and your enemy, and you’ve got that problem we’ve all got when we walk into a business meeting or a job interview and the room is just too long and you don’t know what to do with your hands. When is it too early to reach your hand out for the shake? Should you make small talk on the way? Should you button your jacket up or unbutton it? Is it too late to check your fly? You’ve got to figure out, in the middle of this stressful and unfamiliar situation, just how long your strides should be and what your pace should be.

You end up getting self-conscious; the guy is just staring at you, waiting. Is it too late to turn back? It is too late to turn back! Your hands! Why are your hands so empty? So you grab your helmet. Now you’re holding a helmet. What are you supposed to do with the helmet? Are you supposed to smash the guy in the face with it? Flip it so that it will bounce in your wake, out of the way? Put it back on? Throw it?

My dude, I can’t believe you decided to throw it. You can’t throw a helmet. Have you ever tried throwing a helmet? First off, it’s not easy. The round part is slippery and way too wide to palm; the straight part, the bill, is way harder to grip than you’re expecting. It’s only about an inch and a half deep at the deepest point, and as thin as a cheap butter knife, impossible to get a good throwin’ hold on. And you’re wearing batting gloves, so you don’t even get that tactile adaptability that skin provides. You could work on your batting helmet throws all spring training and you’d still be no more accurate than Jon Lester throwing to first.

But second off, you didn’t work on your batting helmet throws all spring training. You worked on hitting, fielding, throwing baseballs, running bases, and it is because you worked on those things that you are an elite baseball player — elite at hitting, fielding, throwing baseballs, running bases. That’s how it works: The things you do a lot, you become elite at. The things you’ve never done, you’re terrible at. Don’t do those things in front of the world! Do them in your garage until you get good at them, then join the televised helmet-chucking circuit.

But, my dude, you’ve only just begun looking like a first QWOP attempt. Because after throwing the helmet roughly into your own dugout, you’re about to run into a guy who has been waiting his entire life — well, the past four seconds of his entire life — to punch you. He is ready! Unlike you! You are still half-trying to figure out whether you’ll need to allow for the slope of the mound and worried about trying to punch from the wrong foot and, because you bat left but throw right, trying to decide which hand you even are, and hoping that the helmet will hit him, and still truly undecided between punch and kick and tackle and going and getting the helmet to rethrow it. Also, your stupid helmet throw has left you off balance, so you’re going to get hit in the face with a punch right around the time you decide.

You can’t look cool getting hit in the face with a punch, my dude. Didn’t you think this through at all? This is you, my guy:

So now it’s your turn. You’re going to punch the other man, and then you’ll get your swag back. But, my guy, I hate to be the guy who reminds you of this: You just got punched — in the face. You are off balance, your brain is about 40 percent askew, your eyes have blurred up and the guy you’re about to punch is now moving unpredictably because he just threw the full force of his body into your face. This is not going to be the punch you’ve always imagined throwing. You will not give him the ol’ one-two. You will do an errant short-arm punch that, if you’re lucky, will not catch your own face on the recoil. You will look like you are grabbing at a mosquito in the dark, and we will see it. You will punch like a guy trapped in a well trying to grab a ledge 4 feet out of his reach.

My friend, I do not judge you for this terrible punch. I can’t punch. I’m happy to not be able to punch. Most of my best friends can’t punch, and my very best friends wouldn’t punch even if they could. Don’t punch! But my man: If you want to punch, consider what it will cost you to punch. All the people in the world who can punch, or who think they can punch, will see you try to punch and will know that you can’t punch as well as they (think they) do. They will not think you are cool.

We’ve reached the point, my dude, where nothing good is going to happen. Your hair is flopping around, your countenance is making all sorts of rage faces that look extra funny in a freeze-frame, and by now the photographers are getting every split second of it in perfect focus. You and everything you have built — the eye black, the hyperstylized hair, the “clown question bro” — is all fading into a meme. You just put your hand on the orb, pal.

The memes are not going to be “check out the tough guy” memes, because the Internet is fueled by irony. A tough guy looking not tough is meme rocket fuel. Every frame that makes you look bad will be retweeted. You have signed up for this.

In fact, there’s only one way to salvage the situation, my guy: You’ve got to take this pitcher down. Remember, he’s as bad at this as you are; he’s just as unprepared, as polluted by adrenaline, as unpracticed in the art of on-mound martial arts as you are. So steady yourself and deliver that one shot to the face so powerful he drops to the ground. You’ll stand over him, Ali towering over Whoever That Was, and that’s the picture that leads USA Today’s sports page tomorrow. You made some mistakes to get here, but you can still do this, my dude.

You put your left hand out to steady your target. You swing with your right. You get him in the face. For the type of person who likes this stuff, this is the good stuff. You did it. You … wait, you’re falling backward. You punched him in the face and he hardly budged, while you fell backward. He is a wall; you are a handball. My dude. My dude, what have you done, my dude?

My guy: The batter never comes out of this looking good. The pitcher usually doesn’t, but I can at least name one Nolan Ryan. Check out my dude Manny Machado here, skipping to the mound and then swinging wildly with his eyes closed and his face staring at the sky:

Here’s my dude Pedro Martinez missing with his helmet from literally 1 inch away:

Here’s my guy Kevin Youkilis, charging for so long and with so little effort that he eventually just falls over under the waifish pitcher, just a few feet from first base, where he should have gone originally:

Those are just the first three I found, and they’re all pretty embarrassing. As they should be: Fighting is hard. Doing hard things on television will almost always embarrass you. An industry is built on that very idea.

My dude, do what you’ve got to do. But I’ll tell you this: There are good reasons and bad reasons to not do things like you just did. The good reasons aren’t going to convince you. The bad ones might.

30 May 2017 | 9:55 am

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