Fran!

She/her > 18 Hufflepuff, cabin 15, INFP

[delph1nium]

No one understand how much I love 100 nights of hero- that movie has me in a chokehold…

[daen7kat]

The category is woc characters that are done dirty by their writers, sidelined by the fandom for the sake of shipping, or both

[beanxiv]

when you have curly hair and the fic says "you brushed through your locks"

[lolathelooptyloop]

the sexual tension between me and the "everyone lives/nobody dies" tag

[rainedravens]

"holy shit they finally confessed, what comes next--"

[vivisofthevalley]

i’ve seen enough of lottielee where laura lee is the one with internalized homophobia. give me laura lee as a proud open lesbian because “jesus loves all” and lottie is the one with the internalized homophobia because of her parent’s high expectations for her

[cuntlijah]

broke: Laura Lee is annoying and needed to lose her faith and become a lesbian

woke: Laura Lee actually deserves to be the most annoying Christian homo in the world actually. annoy her entire church by being a turbo queer. annoy an entire soccer team of lesbians by being a Jesus freak.

but most importantly…annoy her gfs parents by tricking them into thinking she’s a good little Christian whitegirl influence and then running away with her to start a Lesbians4Jesus nature cult. like jonestown except instead of racial abuse and mass m*rder they all just worship Lottie and have gay sex in the woods

[fromdove-deactivated20251112]

just saw fanart of my man ... with his bitch #dayruined

[bethsvrse]

“Their eyes locked from across the room”

[crashtocult]

hi it’s lottielee hours again 💔

[blogezzdeen-momenfamily]

No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?

If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.

These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.

My family needs urgent help.

Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.

We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.

Please, if you’re reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.

#crisis #humanrights #emergency #donate #pleasehelp #tumblrcommunity #survivestories #reblogtohelp #signalboost

[delph1nium]

They can take Lottielee away from me in the show but they can’t take them away from me on ao3

[girlrotterr-deactivated20260406]

✧ ⁺˳ She might not look like she gets bitches.

꒰ streamer!ellie headcannons ꒱ a/n: I know this is a little short but wanted to write something silly!

✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie whose bad posture is only made worse by the massive gaming headset permanently denting her hair. By the end of each stream, there’s a wild, flattened patch on her head. Chat’s constantly telling her to take a break, but she just grins, shaking her head with a stubborn “This is the look, trust.” ignoring the fact that her neck is basically molded to fit the headset

✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie whose mic is almost as old as her setup, hanging off a stand with a few screws loose. It crackles with static if she yells too loudly, but she refuses to upgrade.

✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie whose webcam glitches, freezing her mid-sentence in the least flattering positions, like mid-eye roll or tongue out. She’ll smack the side of her screen, muttering. “Oh, fucking come on!” 

✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie whose desk is a mess of clutter: tangled cords, stray stickers, and half-finished doodles scattered across the surface. Chat is obsessed with trying to guess what all the random junk is, especially when something odd slips into frame—like an old action figure with a missing arm or an unopened can of Spam.

✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie who leans back in her chair, stretching out her arms with a carefree sigh, her hair falling messily over her face. When suddenly, the camera catches a glimpse of her strap-on, casually hanging out in the corner of the screen. 

"IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?!?!

"DAWG NO WAYYY"

"NO WAY BRO GETS ANY TYPE OF PLAY!!"

✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie whose chat’s favorite pastime is mocking her everytime she gets cocky. She’ll brag like, “Watch this fucking clutch.” only to immediately fumble, staring straight into her webcam, deadpaned. The chat spamming with messages like: 

"JUST UNINSTALL BRO"

"HOW TF IS SHE THIS BAD?!?!"

✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie whose quick to pick up on any kid’s attitude in the game. The second she hears a high-pitched “You’re trash!” she instantly counters, “YOUR DADS STROKE GAME IS TRASH!” She’ll sit there grinning, hyping herself up as the kids try to come back with more insults. Chat’s losing it, spamming, "BRO HE'S 12?!?!"

✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie whenever in the heat of a game, her brows furrow, her jaw sets, and the chat braces for impact. When she misses a shot, her frustrated yell reverberates, echoing through thin walls that neighbors are definitely complaining about. “I’m never playing this shit again!” Spolier: She always plays it again.

✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie whenever she’s roped into playing with Abby, her chat lights up with anticipation. Abby always manages to take her down, which only amps up her muttered curses and exaggerated sighs. “I WAS FUCKING LAGGING” she yells, while her chat’s ablaze with "IM CRYINGGGFF" and "ELLIES ACUTAL FUCKING CHEEKS BRO" Abby barely has to try; one word and Ellie’s thrown off, dropping all her ammo in the wrong place.

✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie when you show up in her game lobby, she clears her throat, trying to play it smooth. She lowers her voice a full octave, attempting some kind of “cool” introduction. But the chat? They’re absolutely losing it.

"DID ELLIE JUST TURN INTO A FUCKING MAN?!"

"I CANNOTTFF!!"

"PLEASE ELLIE UR EMBARRASSING"

✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie always tries to play it smooth by making some bold promise, like, “Stick with me, and we’ll clutch this.” But then she immediately gets taken out. Chat explodes, throwing in every possible roast, like, "BRO ELLIE PACK IT THE FUCK UP" and "THE HOES ARE RUNNING"

✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie who, by the end of the stream, knows you’re still there in chat. So a quick, stumbling sentence slips out, “Uh, if you...you know, ever wanna game or whatever, just hit me up.”

✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie when you send over your Instagram, she freezes, her in-game character getting KO’d. But she’s too hyped to care. She jumps out of her chair, nearly flipping it backward, screaming into her mic, “BRO, BRO, BRO, NO WAY—LETS GOOOO!!” She starts pacing, muttering, “CHAT, ARE WE SEEING THIS!?.”

The Chat’s blowing up like: 

"WWWWW!!!!"

"OKAY ELLIE WE SEEE YOUUU!!"

"THERE'S ABSOLUETLY NO WAYYY"

"BROOO!??!?!"

and she’s just laughing, all out of breath. 

✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie who’s bouncing in her seat, half-yelling at her monitor, “FUCKK ” She’s pointing at your handle in her chat, looking dazed, like she’s still trying to process it. Her hands are shaking, and she’s practically yelling over her poor-quality mic, “I FUCKING DID THAT CHAT!”  Chat’s spamming, "PLEASEEE SHE'S DOING CHAIRTY WORK ELLIE" and "NAHH THATS DEFINITELY AI"

✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie who’s too hyped to even hear the first few bangs on her door. But then, it’s like her soul leaves her body. “dude, what was that?” She leans closer to the mic, whispering like her neighbors can’t still hear her, “um… chat…?” Chat’s flooding with "NUHHH UHHH" and "AWWWW SHITTT" and she’s just grinning, trying to stifle a laugh. “Alright, hold on, lemme go check”

✧⁺ — Streamer!Ellie where a moment later, she comes back into frame holding a piece of paper up to the webcam: an eviction notice. She stares at the camera, lips pressed into a thin line as chat explodes, crying.

"NO WAYYYYY!!!!?!??!?!"

"SENDING YOU JOB APPLICATIONS"

"IM FUCKING CRYINGFFFF"

"UR GONNA HAVE TO SELL THAT STRAP"

[x-gabrielle-x]

Withered Cards | I

Pairings: Jason Todd x Reader.

Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, murder, swearing, major and minor injuries, death.

Summary: Despite the many problems you overcome with Jason Todd, you always eventually make it back to each other. Even after his death, how could you still love a man who changed so much? Even when you made a turn for the worst.

Series Masterlist

No child would ever imagine the world to be as cruel as it really is.

Yet then again, most adults would refrain from exposing their children into the world, the harsh reality of it, at least, and Gotham was definitely a place of violence and rage.

The small nightmares every child would experience would never live up to the cruel reality of the world.

"Y/N, baby, get up," my mother whispered into my ear, panicked and rushed, causing for my eyes to flutter upon.

It was still dark, meaning that it couldn't be morning, but my mother was hunched beside my bed with her fingers trailing through my hair, and that was when my gaze met her own fearful ones.

Her voice was so low in a whisper that I could barely manage to hear, fearful of what - or who - could hear us.

"We need to leave, baby. Come on."

With my eyes still groggy and barely comprehending the situation, my mother's arms carefully scooped my body up from beneath the warmth of my blankets, her grip tight and secure as she adjusted my body in her hold. I didn't fail to notice the heavy thumping of her chest and the pale complexion to her face.

“Mummy?” I asked, but she was quick to hush me, her gaze burning into the door with a look of terror I would never forget.

She waited, as if she were expecting the door to swing open any moment, but it only left us in a deafening silence. Despite the obvious confusion set on my face, my mother chose to ignore it, not giving any indication as to what was occurring on the other side of the door.

With the few passing moments, my grip on her tightened, and the many fearful questions were swarming my mind. I was scared, but of what?

Without a word, she took a single step toward the door with me still held tightly in her arms, and just as her hand went to grasp the handle-

“Mum!” I spoke, too loud for her liking, because she jumped back away from the door as if it had burnt her flesh and clasped a tight hand over my mouth. She listened carefully, and when she was comfortable enough, she took her hand away.

“What did I tell you?” She whispered harshly, but her eyes softened when she saw the fearful gaze I held. “What is it?”

I pointed behind us, back to my bed where my favorite teddy laid beside the unmade sheets. It was only small, the perfect size for a small child, with soft brown fur and button eyes. I remembered that night my father came home from work, a bouquet of various different flowers for my mother in one hand, and in his other hand he held the brown bear. He had just gone away on a long business trip, and I was overly excited after not seeing him the last few weeks. Maybe it was the fact it was from my dad, or maybe it was simply because of the soft fur, but it was by far my favorite teddy to hold while I slept.

Letting out a long cautious sigh, my mum quickly picked up the bear before giving it to me, my hands instantly going to clutch at the teddy while my mum went back over to the door.

“Ok, sweetheart. I’m going to need you to play a game with me, ok?” She looked down at me, and I nodded despite the darkness of my bedroom, only my lamp casting a small glow around the room.

She smiled gently and gave a quick peck to my forehead.

“Ok, we’re going to see who can be quiet the longest. I know you always beat me, and that’s why when I put you down, you’re going to run and hide so we can do some hide and seek.”

If it weren’t for the dim light, I only just managed to catch a glimpse of the hot tear streaking down my mother's cheek.

“Do you understand, baby?”

I nodded once more, holding a finger up to my lips as I sign I knew I had to be quiet. She let out a quiet breathy laugh.

I watched as she reached forward, her hand shaking as she grasped the door handle and slowly twisted it, pushing the door open. It was dark, the only source of light being the living room light from downstairs. I heard a small muffle of voices, one I recognized to be my father.

I wondered if maybe my dad had decided to play with us, too. Maybe that’s why mum had been so quiet and told me to hide.

My mum knelt down, carefully placing me down onto my feet before she stood up to her full height. I thought that it was my time to start hiding, but right as I went to turn, her hand was grasping mine tightly and she was walking down the stairs to where my father and the unknown strangers were.

There was a wall dividing the living room and the stairs, so anybody on the other side wouldn’t be able to see my mother and I crouched down at the bottom of the stairs. I watched as my mother peeked around the corner, probably to check that nobody was looking, because she was quick to pull me along to the other side of the room. I only caught a glimpse of the living room.

My father was leant up against the kitchen counter, still clad in his pajamas, whilst five men I had never seen before stood beside the dining table. Four of them were each dressed in black, but the one in the middle was wearing what looked to be a clown costume. A purple suit with a weird bow tie, his skin as pale as a sheet of paper that made him look almost sickly. His hair was also a deep green, and for a moment I wondered if I even saw right.

The clown had a huge grin plastered onto his face, almost too wide to be natural, revealing his slightly yellowed teeth.

My mother pushed me against the wall to remain out of sight, and when she knelt down to my level to get a good look at me, I could see the tears now freely falling from her eyes.

“Ok, my sweet girl. It’s time to hide,” she whispered next to my ear, her breath tickling my skin.

I nodded, and that’s when she leant forward to press a lingering kiss to my cheek, her fingers combing through my hair, just like how she would do it any other day to simply play with my hair.

With a quick nod, she gently pushed on my shoulders and watched as I sneakily crept to my chosen hiding spot.

It was by far my favorite spot, a small hatch underneath the desk pushed up against the wall. It was hidden beneath the few piles of shoes cluttered around, and I had to hastily move them enough to open the hatch.

I cringed once the hinges made an old rusty screech, and with ease I crawled inside, making sure to close the hatch securely behind me. Hugging my knees to my chest, I shuffled my position and felt the rough dirt and dust cling to my clothes. The bear that was still held in my hand was put at my feet, even though I couldn't see it with the darkness.

Although I could still vaguely hear the ongoing conversation, most of what I could hear was muffled. I tensed once I heard the loud cackles of the green haired man, shivers erupting over my body.

“Mrs. Y/L/N! How lovely to see the family together- oh wait, no… your little girl isn’t here?” He mocked sadness.

“She won’t be coming, Joker,” I heard my dad speak before my mother could, his voice stern and protective.

“Aw, what a shame. I was really looking forward to meeting the little lady! Perhaps maybe I can after this has all blown over.”

At this point, my confusion only grew. Nobody was coming to find me yet, and my mum was now in the same room as my dad and those other men. I felt my gut twist uncomfortably, and the fear was coursing through my body.

I wanted my parents. I didn't like this game anymore. I could only wish I was back in the warmth of my bed, peacefully asleep and unaware of the world around me.

My mother let out a sudden loud sob.

“Please, just- just don’t hurt us or our baby. She doesn’t know anything,” I heard her cry more, and before another word could be said, a loud gunshot echoed throughout the house causing me to jump and bump my head on the hatch door.

“No!” I heard my dad scream, and it was then that I knew none of this was right. His voice was a tone I had never heard before, filled with pain and anger. I didn’t hear my mother anymore. Was she-

“I did you a favor,” the Joker cooed, my fathers muffled crying echoing throughout the house. “Women are picky. You can’t tell me the girl didn’t annoy you at least once?! You should be thanking me!”

“You monster!” My dad screamed, before he was harshly cut off by him grunting in pain.

“Now, now, don’t be so picky. She was bothering the both of us. Now, where’s your little girl?” The Joker said, clapping his hands in a ‘chop-chop’ motion.

There was no response from my father, and I didn’t even realize the fresh tears streaming down my cheeks and falling onto my knees. I held back any whimpers in order to stay hidden.

“If you won’t tell me,” the Joker started, his tone switching from cheerful to dark. “Then I’ll get her myself.”

It was barely a few seconds, five at least, before the hatch door was swung open and my arms were grabbed. I screamed and thrashed, before I was harshly pushed forward onto the floor. My head made impact with the wooden slats, and I cried out.

Despite the tears clouding my vision, I didn’t fail to notice the body of my mother laying lifeless on the floor, hot crimson blood spilling from a hole in her head and pooling around the floor, her blue top now stained red. Her eyes were open, glazed over and lacking life, and it looked as if she was merely frozen in fear.

I wasn’t crying anymore. The tears had stopped, and now I could only watch with wide eyes the sight before me. My mum, who I had touched and talked to and heard only a few minutes ago, was dead.

“Y/N,” my dad called, his arms outstretched, and I was knocked from my thoughts and practically stumbled into his open arms.

“Don’t look, baby. It’s ok, just don’t look,” he whispered into my ear, but his voice was shaky, and I could feel his own tears soaking into the fabric of my pajama shirt.

I heard footsteps near, but I refused to remove my face from the crook of my dads neck, the only way to hide the scene behind me. I felt a cold hand pat my head, and my dad tugged me away from the stranger.

“Beautiful little girl you’ve gotten yourself, Xavier. She looks almost identical to you,” the Joker teased. “You know, I bet she’ll become just as great a fighter as you, huh? Just imagine it, father and daughter, working alongside the one and only Joker to rule over Gotham! Oh, it will all be so much fun, what do you say?”

I turned my head a little, catching a glimpse of the Joker crouching at the knees in front of my father and I, the smile never leaving his face. When my dad didn’t say anything, the Jokers sickening gaze drifted to me.

“How about we let the little one decide, huh? What do you think, little clown?”

I didn’t need to try answering, because my dad's grip on my body was tightening to the point I could just barely breathe.

“No, you sick shit! She’s only a kid! She’s only just started second grade. She doesn’t deserve any of this.”

For a moment, it was quiet.

“You’re right…” I heard Joker sigh, standing to his feet. “Maybe that’s why we need to let her choose for herself, and to not be influenced by the wrong kind of people.”

The Joker clicked his fingers once. Two of the guards came forward and pried me from my father's warm embrace, and once more I was crying, reaching out for him. I watched as he attempted to fight to get me back but was pinned down by the other two guards while Joker stood over him.

“Such a shame, really. I did enjoy your small family. Unfortunately, it might just need to be a little smaller now.” he reached into his suit pocket, pulling out what looked to be a long needle filled with a black tinted liquid. “Recognize this?”

I watched as my dad's eyes widened, and tears streamed down his face while his voice cracked with each word.

“P-please, not my little girl. Not my girl. I’ll do anything!”

Joker laughed, loud. “Oh, you poor man. This wasn’t for the child! I’m not that cruel!” He stalked closer to my father, watching in amusement as he thrashed wildly in an attempt to escape. I saw the fear flash in his eyes.

The Joker leant close to his face, licking his lips in a mocking manner while holding up the small needle so that my dad could see.

“This wasn’t meant for your daughter, it was meant for you, silly!” And just like that, the sharp tip of the needle was penetrating my dad's flesh at the neck, his eyes grown wide in horror. He didn’t even try to fight anymore, his body giving up while he turned his head to me for the last time.

“Y/N,” he chocked, and I watched with frightful eyes as black veins spread across his neck, traveling over his body like bolts of lightning. He groaned in pain.

"I love you so much, baby. I'm sorry," he cried. "Do you understand? I love you so much."

My body shook as his eyes met mine. I didn't have the voice to say it back, and I saw the hurt flash in his eyes. Opening my mouth, the only thing that would come out was a chocked sob.

He fell onto his side, limp.

The Joker wiped a fake tear. "Oh my, how sad..."

He paid no mind as I continued to cry, calling out for my parents. I was sure that I was next, and I flinched when I felt the Joker's hand pat my head. He let out a maniacal laugh the more I cried, and I physically struggled to inhale more air. Nearly instantly, he frowned to what I thought was sympathy, tutting.

“Don’t worry about them, my new apprentice! Life would have been so boring here; I'm giving you another chance! How exciting! Harley will be thrilled."

I didn't fight as he took my hand, my shaky body going to stand beside him. Even when he continued to drag me toward the door, my gaze was trained on the bodies laid out in the middle of the room, and it was then that I realized that the only person I had now was this man.

A monster brought from my nightmares.

©x-gabrielle-x. Do not steal, copy or translate my works.

[ladydeath-vanserra]

ACoTaR Aesthetics: English!Autumn Court Weddings

'It will be- very dangerous.'

A half smile curved Lucien's mouth. 'Good. It'd be boring otherwise.

[amorkuku]

the only one allowed in crime alley 🐦

[delph1nium]

Let’s be honest rn if all of the ACOTAR books were writing from nesta POV Rhysand could possibly be one of the most hated characters in the book, the same way nesta is hated by the fandom currently… but let’s not start on this..

Btw this is my opinion!!!