So I was wearing a t-shirt with the quote "everybody should be feminist" on it, and the boy I like came to me and started laughing and saying that feminism is just "something ugly girls praise because nobody wants them" and that I was too pretty for that bullshit. Well, tonight he asked me on a date and I said that if he can't handle a woman demanding respect he shouldn't be allowed to handle her pussy.. Self respect Girls💓 (you and your blog SLAY)💕
About courts- is it possible that there are different types of courts that intersect. Like, you got courts based on locations (ex. Elsewhere Court, Irish Court, that type of thing), and courts based om things (seasons, times of day, lakes, that sort of thing). And then there are big Courts, based on elements, dreams, death and such things, which generally all gentry belong to but aren't referred outside of Deep Else. And then on the top, you've got Seelie, Unseelie and Wild fey
which aren’t talked about a lot, mostly because they are more
like…temperament thing- Unseelie are strange creatures guided by whims
and passions, wild are sort of like animals, and Seelie are those
cunning, always calculating sort that may or may not be entirely
emotionless. And in good part because Seelie, Unseelie and Wild are
governed by True Royalty, and nobody wants them involved ( fey legends
claim that once, universe was small and dark, and rules different. Until
one day a Royal came
near border, and because it was too powerful and magical and
Other, universe couldn’t manage it’s presence, and so it grew and rules
of nature changed and stars were born, small windows through which
Royalty can gaze upon world. They decided that universe was too small,
too weak and boring, and haven’t looked upon reality in eons. May it
remain so). Again, thank you for this great setting and blog!
so i’m a real sucker for soulmates. any sort of soulmate related plot-line and I am there. one of my favourite, less popular ideas is where whatever you think of your soulmate appears on their body in writing, so… here it is (also please note that for the purposes of this fic both eddie and richie are eighteen years old).
“Look,” said Bill, holding his wrist up in front of Eddie’s face “Do you see it? I woke up this morning and it was there.”
“You’d need to be blind not to.” Eddie answered, and it was true enough. The letters were all bold and dark against his friend’s skin as though whoever had thought it had done so with no small amount of conviction. Now it’d be impossible to see him and not know.
It was true. Bill was the sort of guy who had goodness just radiating out of him, like the prince in a Disney movie or Clark Kent. He wasn’t a pushover by any means and he wasn’t without wit, he was just agreeable. In fact, he was probably one of the most agreeable people that Eddie had ever met. There wasn’t one bad bone in Bill Denbrough’s body.
You know what I find funny? That there was a point in time where you had a best friend and you literally told them everything and now they don’t even text you to see if you’re okay or even text you period. It’s just weird how time changes things.
in my first lecture on shakespeare the lecturer opened with the words “Shakespeare is bisexual. Most literary evidence points towards this, and it is the most commonly accepted understanding of his sonnets in modern literature.
so if I have to read even ONE essay that comes to this ‘shocking’ conclusion this year, so help me god you will NOT pass this module”
anyway this is your reminder that shakespeare is bi, 100% bi, super bi, and laura jenkins wants people to shut up and focus on his fucking nature imagery thank you goodbye.
I’m afraid of people leaving me, when I need them, of people lying to me, when I always tell them the truth, of them forgetting me, when I could never forget them, of being replaced, because I know that I’ll never be good enough, of being hurt and of people giving up on me.