#could be canon

[ennawrite]

imagine Lucien somehow getting caught by Koschei and the Inner Circle can’t agree on how to save him so Elain is just like “fuck it. I’m getting my mate back.” and they all just stare at her in awe as she jumps on a horse and races away

[bumblebeehug]

Natsu sniffing out the right Lucy in a crowd of duplicates

[niobefurens]

I'm a Pro.

NHS: What do you do best Wei-xiong? JC: Mistakes. He makes mistakes. WWX: Yeah, I'm pro at that.

[zabchan]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Moana (Disney Animated Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Maui/Moana Waialiki, Maui & Moana Waialiki, Moana Waialiki & Sina Waialiki & Tui Waialiki, Moana & Simea Waialiki. Characters: Moana Waialiki, Maui (Disney: Moana), Tui Waialiki, Sina Waialiki, Simea Waialiki Additional Tags: Sibling Love, Mistaken Identity, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, Parent-Child Relationship, Could Be Canon, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Behavior, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Cute Kids, References to Polynesian Religion & Lore, Footnotes, Older Moana Waialiki, Maui is Bad at Feelings (Disney: Moana), Denial of Feelings, Internal Monologue, Reunions, Between Seasons/Series Summary:

Maui’s first time landing on Motonui’s shores, after the heart quest. Written at the time of the first preview trailer for Moana 2, so it will probably be proven wrong by canon very soon. In the meantime, have some purple fluff.

[blissfultyranny]

im not usually one to do this, but here goes:

ADHD/ADD: An Inside Out Fan Character

ADHD, aka Ad (pronounced ’add’ ) is one of the emotions that lives in a person’s head. (Whatever you call them. You know, the colorful guys.)

Ad is an emotion who is often getting along with most others. Joy, Sadness, Anxiety, Fear. As Ad is driven by urges: whether it be to stim, hyper focus or otherwise. This comes with benefits and drawbacks.

Your Ad can focus on something you’re enjoying? Great! Joy can copilot with them.

You stress and fret and worry? That’s what Ad calls ‘the spike’ where Ad copilots with Fear and Anxiety!

You’re disgusted by something so much, you find it hard to focus on anything else? Ad could either fuel Disgust’s flames or stomp them out, reminding you of something else, better or worse.

As far as personality goes, Ad is always trying to sneak its way onto the control board, especially if the human has untreated or undiagnosed ADHD/ADD.

Ad and Anger rarely man the control board together, but when it happens, the human will likely rant or vent for a stretched amount of time if not stopped. (If the human is inclined to such behaviors)

[devotedgossamerreader]

i dreamed eliot and hardison were undercover in a band, and when they went to crowdsurf hardison got dropped. they got eliot just fine though.

[jor-elsemissary]

Martha finding out Lionel almost killed himself. Probably would....lead to a conversation. A conversation that definitely would want Lionel to not be that sober to have.

The summer heat was inescapable but that hadn’t deterred the man who sat on the steps of her front porch. It had been a few days since their harrowing experience together and Martha had been surprised he hadn’t come around sooner to check up on her. She suspected Clark had something to do with it and she wondered what had been said to him.

He turned when the front door creaked open and the screen groaned, signifying that she was stepping out to see him. Lionel stood, his eyes lighting up in delight and in relief upon seeing her and again she wondered what he saw in her that had him so attracted.

Martha wasn’t blind to the fact that Lionel Luthor was interested. She knew he had lusted after her when she worked for him but these days, he seemed a lot more subdued in his attraction and he wondered if it was out of respect for her.

“Martha,” her name was a reverent whisper on his lips, as if a man was standing before his goddess in awe. He seemed to realize how he was staring and schooled his features into something more familiar to him. “I… “

“Lionel,” she greeted, her hands clasping together nervously. She didn’t know how to handle what she now knew about him. What he has thus far done since Jonathan’s death. She wanted to trust him, to believe he had changed for the better but after what she had learned from Clark and from him?

“How are you doing?” Lionel supplied to help break the tension between them. There was so much that needed to be said and so much that had been done. Where could they start without it breaking down whatever relationship they had between them.

Martha nervously pushed back a strand of loose hair and sighed heavily, “I am doing alright.” The truth? She dreamed of drowning and Lionel shooting himself. She wondered what horror he dreamed of?

He seemed to accept her answer but she knew him well enough that he was going to press another way until she told him the truth. She wanted to think he would do it out of concern for her but she knew he was here for something else. “You?” she asked of him, her concern genuine even if his was not.

“I haven’t been able to sleep,” he confesses and she was surprised that he had been so forthcoming this soon. He was a stubborn and proud man and confessing to any weakness was an anathema to him. She watches him sink back down on the steps and settles with his hands and phone between his knees. “Nightmares about what happened.”

She comes over and sits down beside him and she notices he relaxed with her presence. “Anything particular?”

“Burning alive,” he reveals and she could only imagine what kind of trap involved fire. “Failing to save you,” he glances at her and she can see a genuine fear in his eyes. He had truly been afraid for her? He looked away in shame just then and it left her confused as to why.

“Lionel?” she gently pressed, a hand resting on his arm to try and coax him into talking.

He reached up to rub at his tired eyes and stifled a yawn. She realized he hadn’t been exaggerating about being unable to sleep. Studying him more closely she can see the bags under his eyes and how much more stressed and older he looked.

“You’re troubled by something.”

He took a breath and raised his head to stare up at the clouds overhead for a moment, “No, not really.” He paused and brought his gaze back to her and what she saw unsettled her a little. She couldn’t put a name to it but the closest thing she could think of was conviction. “Maybe.”

“What is it?” she dared to ask.

He returned to stare at his hands and the phone he held. He flipped the think open and closed, a fidgeting nervousness she wouldn’t have expected from him. “It’s nothing.”

“Lionel.”

He took a deep, shuddering breath, “I was thinking of how easy it was for me to try and commit suicide again.” Again? She was both amazed and appalled that he had tried before. But those feelings gave way to concern for him. She knew he could be hard to deal with but she would never have wanted him to end his own life.

Not even for her.

“Again?” she voiced her thoughts and she saw the muscles in his jaw tighten. “Lionel, when did you try before?”

He shook his head and ran a hand through his unruly mane, “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me.”

Lionel looked at her curiously and… hopefully?

“You are my friend and I do worry for you a little,” she tells him and her hand on his arm gently squeezes. “And when you’re being a right bastard, I wouldn’t want you to kill yourself.”

He seemed to brighten a little at her words of support and Martha hoped it would be enough to keep him from trying ever again. “The first time when I was told my liver disease was terminal.”

“First time?” she frowned. “How many times have you tried?”

“Twice prior to this last one,” he confessed and stopped fidgeting with his phone. He tucked it away into his coat pocket. “The last attempt was in prison after I had received a decent beating by the other prisoners. I was… kept on watch after that.”

He had been suffering both times. She could not blame him for his decision to end it. “You lost hope,” she concluded and he nodded. She watched him as he rubbed at the inside of his right wrist and she could see the faint lines of scar tissue over the arteries. Lines she hadn’t noticed before now. Granted he had kept his shirt sleeves down enough to cover them, but still, she felt she should have seen the signs.

“Are you,” she hesitated to ask.

“Alright?” Lionel finished for her and he shook his head. “No. But I am not suicidal right now. You and Clark give me purpose,” he confessed and she wanted to know why he would be so invested in them.

“Lionel?”

He took another deep breath and then slowly stood up so he could step off the porch. Martha followed him and then reached out to take him by the arm. He allowed her to turn him around and then tensed up when he found himself being embraced tightly by her. “Martha?”

“Please don’t ever try and kill yourself again,” she pleaded with him, her head against his chest. It took him a moment to return her embrace and when he did, she tightened her own more. “Not for me and not for any other reason.”

“Martha,” he wanted to argue. “If it meant saving your life, I would gladly take my own.” He grunted when she tightened her arms again. “Martha…?”

“Promise me?”

He met her gaze when she looked up at him pleadingly. She could see him war with himself before giving in to his desire to see her happy, “I cannot make that promise but I will do my best to survive.”

She firmly tightened her embrace again as she rested her head against his chest once more. She didn’t know fully what she meant to him, but she was beginning to understand what he meant to her.

A steadfast friend.

“Thank you.”

[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus & Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios Characters: Alexsandr Kallus, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Hera Syndulla, Sabine Wren, Ezra Bridger, Other Rebel Characters (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Fixit of sorts, Could Be Canon, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Continued Story, Recovery, There Was Only One Bed, To bunk or not to bunk together?, Humour, Fluff, kalluzeb - Freeform Series: Part 5 of The KalluZeb Tales Summary:

They’re figuring things out after Kallus gets released from the infirmary. Or perhaps the others already have done it for them? Decided on the housing situation of things?

Part three of the series.

Part of Kallu/Zeb series

[becoming-rel]

Jacaerys couldn't leave all the fun to Aegon and Luke. So he dragged Aemond away and with a little (too much) effort managed to convince him to take off some of his clothes.

Oh! And Aemond has a new hairstyle 😍

[heythereofficerfriendly]

[ta-teufel]

I am Casimir and he is me.... but he probably would fit in that box, Azar.

[stemmmm]

more people gotta try this shit where bill has not improved and will not change but he's just chilling so its fine probably. its great

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[millidew]

his change in career has captivated me

bonus:

[housetzuyu]

this picture is cracking me up so bad house looks like a recently divorced dad who's spending the weekend with his son and decided to take him to the amusement park

[foolsocracy]

identity reveals are always fun