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Rylie Greene

@pastel-rose-water / pastel-rose-water.tumblr.com

Half-Blood Ravenclaw and Thunderbird.I write imagines for these fandoms: Marvel, MHA, HxH, and much more! Just ask if it isn't on my list and I'll lyk if I feel comfortable writing it. Don't be afraid to request, it's always open! :)
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Requests Back Open!!

It’s been ages since I’ve been back here but I’ve been bit with a writing bug so just reminding everyone that my requests are open! I can’t wait to see what you guys say and it’s so nostalgic to be back!! I might even post fanart here and there so keep an eye out :))

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ahoyy-reddie
eddie: the food is too hot, i can’t eat it…
bill:
beverly:
ben:
mike:
richie: you’re hot but i’d still eat-
stan: ONE DINNER [slams hands down on table]
bill: here we go agai-
stan: ONE NORMAL FUCKING DINNER IS ALL I ASK
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Bruce Wayne watched both of his parents die.

Tony Stark has heart problems and anxiety.

Peter Parker saw his uncle being murdered.

Steve Rogers lost his best friend.

Bruce Banner attempted suicide.

If they can save the world, you can get through this day.

Never stop fighting.

none of these people are real

god forbid kids be allowed to draw comfort and inspiration from fiction i mean what do you kick puppies for fun

Robert Downey Jr. was incarcerated on two separate drug charges. He broke and in and out of prison because of his self-destructive addiction to booze and never-ending quantities of weapons-grade drugs. He was reduced at one point to earning eight cents an hour scrubbing pizza pans in the kitchen of the LA County Jail. There were several nights where, claiming to be targeted by other inmates, he woke up in a puddle of his own blood.

He was already on parole after being arrested for racing his car drunk along Sunset Boulevard while in possession of a stash of drugs and an unloaded .357 magnum revolver. On another occasion, he was arrested whilst naked and hallucinating at the wheel of his Porsche.

At his darkest hour, he was found in the fetal position in a rat-infested alley behind a dingy LA hotel. During one of a litany of court appearances on drugs charges, he told a judge: ‘Taking drugs to me is like having a shotgun in my mouth with my finger on the trigger, and I like the taste of the gun metal.’

Now the former laughing stock of Hollywood is one of the biggest stars of our generation, a star you pay huge bucks to get in and elevate a film.

If a person can come back from that, if a person can get out of an addiction to drugs of that outrageous caliber, and do as well as he did in spite of everything that had happened during that –– as he called it –– twenty year coma, then chances are you can pull through what you’re having to struggle to get through right now and come out the other end.

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laschatzi

that real enough for you, bitch?

I probably have reblogged this before. Don’t care. Reblogging again, for the love of RDJ and those who draw strength and light and hope from his brave story, shared with us all.

Also, ain’t a damn thing wrong with being inspired by fictional characters, either.

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This Is Gospel - Panic! At the Disco; The left ear is the official album version, while the right ear is the official piano version.

Listen to more of my stuff here.

Download it here.

this legit gives me shivers

it’s like the sun and the moon so different but are together it such perfect beauty and harmony

I knew this was in my likes so I search for it all night.

GOOSEBUMPS

I got chills

HOLY FUCKING EARGASM

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pros of dating me

• if u like something but i dont, i will try super hard to get into the thing u like •i like physicality so neverending kisses and hugs • im not cute so no one will steal me away?? •chubby. warm hugs. •i will call u cute names all day long

cons

•if im wearing socks on a hardwood floor i will pretend to be lightning mcqueen in the final lap of the piston cup

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She was a number.

The thought doesn’t hit him when he would expect it to.  It doesn’t come when her eyes are flying across the room to a scientist lookalike, when he’s holding her as the flashbacks leave her shaking, or when she’s sunk down too deep into the memories to smile or laugh.  Instead it appears to him in flashes.  So quick it takes several times before the full thought becomes coherent.  It flickers past when her cheeks are red from the winter gusts or pink from the sidewalks in the summer.  It startles him when she’s laughing and her hair is spread out wildly across the carpet.  It gives him a jolt when she shyly reaches for his hand.

He isn’t afraid of what she went through, no matter how many times he wishes she never went through it at all.  Nothing about the thought deters him from sticking to her side just as he has been since her return.  It’s mainly a question of how.

How did they do it?  There’s the physical things that jump out at him from time to time- the curls he loves to watch bounce around with her nods and words were once shorn down to her scalp.  The forehead he presses kisses to was measured and tested and drawn on and tried.  Just above where his fingers link with hers is the mark they gave her.  Indelible and unchanging.  Someone grabbed and twisted at her arms- the same ones that rushed to wrap around Max after she learned that Billy was staying in Hawkins to work instead of leaving for college and the same ones that pressed against his own whenever they sat close enough and the same ones that carried his little sister home when she fell off the tire swing at the park.  He doesn’t let himself think beyond that, mainly because he knows she doesn’t want him to.  It’s hard to process even just that.

Harder still are the less direct abuses.  Someone saw her face split into a grin and they took notes.  Someone saw her eyes brighten and they put security cameras in her prison cell.  Someone heard what few words she then had to say and they exploited her nonetheless.  Over and over again.  Year after year.  She was a number.  To be calculated and manipulated as any other common variable.  She looked at the sky like she could somehow melt into it.  She had a stubborn order of favorite to least favorite ice cream flavors.  She could notice if a friend Mike had known for years was hurting after only knowing them for a fraction of the time.  None of those things translated into something as clipped and cold as a number.  And yet somehow she’d been pushed into that role.  Somehow someone had seen her and believed that her humanity should be reduced down to machinery. 

She was a part of the puzzle.  A gear in the wheel.  A weapon in their barracks.  A number.

He’ll never understand it, but he knows he should stop trying.  It has never been pity guiding their relationship and it would be ridiculous if that cropped up now after she’d shown him so much strength.

Their noses bump together before a less planned-out kiss, and her blush radiates off her cheeks.  As it spreads onto his own, the thought crops up again.  She was a number.  This sweet, beautiful girl was a number her whole life.  He stops himself.  The thought has been increasingly dormant lately, but on the rare occasions it does arise he can combat it with one word: was.  She was abused and dehumanized and it will never make sense.  She was a number.

His lips briefly catch hers.  She’ll never be a number again.  That much he knows.  And when she lets her forehead rest against his, he knows that she’s sure of it too.  Never again.

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fawning

Cafe Asks ☕️

Vanilla Chai Latte : Are you in love? Flat White : Coffee or Tea? Cappuccino : What’s your middle name? Mocha : Dream Job? Pumpkin Spice : Dream car? Jasmine Tea : If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Old English : You’re stranded on an island, who do you bring with you? Iced Chocolate : Do you have a crush on someone? Caramel Frappe : Favorite video game? Iced Lemon Tea : Favorite song/band? Iced Cafe Mocha : Favorite thing to do on rainy days? Hot Chocolate : Are you an affectionate person? Caramel Macchiato : You’re travelling the entire world but you can only take one person with you. Who do you take? Green Tea : How tall are you? Early Grey Tea : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action? Mint Tea : How do you relax? Vanilla Latte : Board games or drinking games? Iced Coffee : Do you like reading? If so, what’s your favorite book? Italian Soda : Describe your dream date Sparkling Water : Describe what qualities you look for in a person Orange Juice : Have you ever had a valentine? Rose Hip Tea : Describe your first kiss Herbal Tea : You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy?

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jamesbanes
This is a PSA to ANY of my followers.
YOU CAN TAG ME IN STUFF.
YOU’RE NOT ANNOYING ME.
SEEING STUFF IN MY TAG.
MAKES MY DAY.
LIKE SERIOUSLY.
YOU THOUGHT OF ME. 
YOU INCLUDED ME IN YOUR POST.
YOU WANTED ME TO SEE SOMETHING.
BLESS YOUR SWEET SOUL.
BLESS.
YOUR.
SOUL.

That ^

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