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âI keep pushing I want some powers.â

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Let it be known that I am not above torturing people with sad headcanon to make them look after themselves.
Just ask @hcourageous
hereâs what the dominators found in everyoneâs heads:
thea: the entire marina and the diamonds discography
sara: places it is okay to put your tongue, places it is not okay to put your tongue, guilt, guilt, GUILT, places it is sometimes okay to put your tongue
diggle: siri how do you stop being friends with white people
ray: family recipes, kendra, kendra, Reasons Kendra Left You You Useless Monster, kendraâs boobs
oliver: sir this is just a pile of rocks
THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE THOUGH
i hate the trope of kids giving their favorite stuffed animal to a younger child as a sign of compassion and coming of age, as if this is something that should be expected of kids as they grow up
im 22 and i dont care who you are youâll have to pry my ikea shark out of my cold dead hands
Is this you Sara

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when someone disregards the importance and influence of women in ancient societies
Hail Mary!
So, itâs a long shot but does anyone still have the Sanctuary podcast that Damian, Martin and Amanda did back when it was running? Their commentary was always hilarious and the podcast appears to no longer be available anywhere online, itunes or at syfy.com.Â
Did anyone save those to their computer or upload them anywhere?
#woman powerÂ
in-acoalmine:
Sara wasted about zero seconds knocking back another drink. Apparently she was going to need it. âAnyone ever tell you you have a terrible bedside manner?â She drawled, turning on her stool to look at him again. He was just confirming every fear she had on the subject, and then some. And it hurt, every tiny fear burrowing deeper into her like thorns, hooking and tearing.Â
 âSo other than there being no free lunch in the resurrection gameâŚwhat do I do about it?â She shook her head, clarifying, âI donât give a shit what comes after me, okay? But I have a family, I haveâŚpeople. I wonât bring anything else to their doorsteps, I wonât.â
âNot always,â he mused teasingly, playing his notorious reputation to his advantage. Keeping a close eye on the amount of drink she was running through - no doubt seeking anaesthesia deal with the weight of the truth he was presenting to her - John soon hailed the barkeep for a carafe of water. Taking a spare glass in hand, he mulled over what answer to give. Once full, heâd set the glass down on a mat before her, replacing the empty ones as he spoke.
âYou? Nothing. What you have now isnât life by any definition of the term, but rather itâs something borrowed. But, there are ways we can fix this scattered picture. Make you right again, as it were.â And to accomplish that, he would have to rely on a substantial amount of magic, perhaps even involving others to use as fodder and shields, interchangeably, should anything go wrong.
Like every other time he has attempted to cast a spell.
âYou might reconsider that claim once you catch sight of his nasty fuckers, luv. I expect they should make their presence knownâŚsoon.â Whilst that was true, he shouldâve replaced âsoonâ with ânowâ, growing aware of a few low-tier demons congregating outside the tavernâs main entrance without having to look, though the blond pretended not to notice them.
Sara didnât rise to the bait, she had quite the reputation of her own- and her mind couldnât have been farther from the topic right now. She was considering a refill when he pointedly switched out her glass. She didnât protest, while she did have a disturbingly high tolerance- he didnât know that, and it was probably better that she didnât get hammered tonight anyway. The gesture was almost sweet, all things considering.
Part of her wished she hadnât come, so she didnât have to listen to someone else confirm every dread sheâd harboured in her heart. That she wasnât right, wasnât human anymore, dangerous and couldnât be fixed.Â
She drank her water in silence, feeling the weight of the glass in her hand as he spoke his warning. âYou donât know how nasty I can beâ, she said, not a boast, or a threat. Sara knows how dangerous she could be, how much more she likely was now. But even as she thought that, a palpable shiver ran down her spine, and she actually felt her pulse jump.Â
It was like, that sense of being watched, alone on an empty street, but so much stronger. And it was the kind of feeling you normally couldnât get in a room full of people. She turned slowly on her stool, looking right at the back door.Â
â...Thereâs something out there, isnât there?â She asked him, sure she knew that answer.Â
This is the money Patrick. Reblog so money will come your way
âIâm getting back in line.â
OKAY but i just reblogged this last night and guess what i got today from my workplaceâs self-audit!
THANK YOU PATRICK FOR FREE MONEY
BLESS ME PATRICK
PATRICK I HAVE NEVER STRAYED YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVED YOU
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*rolls sleeves* aight dude lets get me some money
Can i just *Gets in line*âŚthere
Ok so it actually worked cause we got served with an eviction and owe $1739 and we have like 1300 and my moms friend said hes gonna pau the rest that we owe and take us out to dinner
I counting on you lol
canât even risk it

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Red: For Filthâ˘
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sheâs supergirl iâm batgirl and youâre about to regret all that crime you just did

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in-acoalmine:
Sara chewed her lip, not sure how to respond to such a open and honest question. It didnât take a genius to see how vulnerable he feeling, and it was a fine line to be sympathetic but not patronizing. She settled onto the stool next to him, gesturing at the bartender for a drink.Â
âIâŚpunch something. Someone.â She rolled her shoulder in a tiny shrug, âAlso drinking-â, she paused, wondering if she was being a little too open, â-sex. Iâm probably not the right person to ask. â
He listened and he smiled, a short, sad smile.
âThat hardly seems an appropriate reaction to grief,â he mumbled softly. Even though it probably didnât sound like it, he was still thankful for her company. âI prefer⌠thisâŚâ He made a vague gesture toward his drink, frowned.
âAlthough I usually stay on board of the ship and talk to Gideon. Sheâs good at listening, but sheâs not⌠she doesnât understand what it means to lose someone⌠everything.â
Sara laughed, âItâs probably not. I never claimed to be a shining example of emotional healthâ, the bartender slid her a glass across the counter towards her. Sara took it, knowing it half back in one go. âBut hey, I might be the only non alcoholic in my family, so, points for me.â
@in-acoalmineâ
Why you?
Sara could have laughed. Why her indeed. Why had she been shipwrecked, why had she lived to be rescued by the League? Why had she chosen the path she had? Why had she had to die.
You could blame fate or luck but a lot of it just felt like choices.
âIâve considered itâ, she answered softly, deciding for the moment to not divulge the hunger and the itch that dwelled under her skin now and begged for blood. âI guess I just needed someone else to say it.â
She knocked back the rest of her drink and gestured for a refill, âNo, not before- I mean-â, she paused, chewing over her next words, âIâve seen some weird shit. But not like this.â
John was quick to realise the futility of his own questions; it was no better than yelling at the dark. And whilst he had made more than a few poor choices in his time, he would not let others learn by example from him, as long as he could help it.
No one should have to fall into the same trap that I did.
Thinking for a moment, he rubs the heel of his hand against a stubbled jawline, knowing what her current status meant, that it usually got far worse before it took a turn for the better. But should he reveal this knowledge? Lay it down on the sticky countertop to be examined and memorised, especially when he knew she more to say.
No. The time wasnât right. But that didnât prevent him from offering the truth.Â
âWeird doesnât even begin to cover what you are now. What theyâve turned you into. And Iâll bet youâve been noticed too, down below. The devilâs fickle like that; âspecially when denied his due.â
Sara wasted about zero seconds knocking back another drink. Apparently she was going to need it. âAnyone ever tell you you have a terrible bedside manner?â She drawled, turning on her stool to look at him again. He was just confirming every fear she had on the subject, and then some. And it hurt, every tiny fear burrowing deeper into her like thorns, hooking and tearing.Â
 âSo other than there being no free lunch in the resurrection game...what do I do about it?â She shook her head, clarifying, âI donât give a shit what comes after me, okay? But I have a family, I have...people. I wonât bring anything else to their doorsteps, I wonât.â