(of which I have many - let's be clear)

q&a: Gideon

amberblackthorn said:What happened in madrid that caused such a dramatic change in gideon? will we find out in future books?


We already know! Gideon lived a fairly sheltered life under the thumb of his father before going to Spain. His time in Madrid was his first experience of living closely with Shadowhunters other than his family, and he was shocked by what he discovered. 

From Clockwork Prince:““Miss Collins, all I can do is swear to you that until last night I had no idea with what low company, what destructive habits, my father had engaged himself. I have been in Spain this past half-year—”

 “And he was not like this before that?” Sophie asked, disbelieving. 

“Not quite. It is difficult to explain.” 

His eyes strayed past her, their gray-green stormier than ever. “My father has always been one to flout convention. To bend the Law, if not to break it. He has always taught us that this is the way that everyone goes along, that all Shadowhunters do it. And we—Gabriel and I—having lost our mother so young, had no better example to follow. It was not until I arrived in Madrid that I began to understand the full extent of my father’s … incorrectness. Everyone does not flout the Law and bend the rules, and I was treated as if I were some monstrous creature for believing it to be so, until I changed my ways. Research and observation led me to believe I had been given poor principles to follow, and that it had been done with deliberation. I could think only of Gabriel and how I might save him from the same realization, or at least from having it delivered so shockingly.”

Gideon was lacking an objective perspective on his father’s lifestyle. Once he had the opportunity to live closely with other Shadowhunters, it didn’t take long for him to realize that his father’s habit of playing fast and loose with the laws of the Nephilim was the exception, not the rule. And that it wasn’t a charming bit of mild rebellion against strict rules: Benedict was consorting with demons, and treating both Downworlders and his fellow Shadowhunters with casual bigotry. 

It’s true Gideon does not mention one specific incident that caused him to change, but that is because it’s unlikely to have been one incident, but rather the weight of many incidents over time. Gideon is pretty clear about what happened, and though I guess there could be a short story in which Gideon repeatedly horrifies a circle of Spanish acquaintances until he learns how to behave, as much is pretty much implied by Gideon’s explanation to Sophie. The fact is that both Gideon and Gabriel are pretty good people, and it doesn’t take that much to open their eyes — maybe their father should have remembered that travel expands your horizons before he let Gideon go!

10

“When I was about 25 years old, I worked with two very good actors.[…] Wanda Ventham and Timothy Carlton both embodied qualities which one is fogyishly tempted to look at with nostalgia. I didn’t know at the time that they were married or that they had a son of about 10 who was quietly gestating all the same attributes.
And now, 30 years later, the boy has been let loose. He has taken the form of Benedict Cumberbatch.

[…]It’s rare to the point of outlandish to find so many variables in one actor, including features which ought to be incompatible: vulnerability, a sense of danger, a clear intellect, honesty, courage — and a rather alarming energy. I take no pleasure in feeling humbled, but there’s no getting around it.

He must be stopped.” — Colin Firth.

8

I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one, don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you. That’s not gonna change. Trauma protocol, phone lists, pagers. Nurses will page you, you answer every page at a run. A run, that’s rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts forty-eight hours. You’re interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain, you run labs, write orders, work every second night till you drop and don’t complain! On call rooms. Attendings hog them, sleep when you can, where you can, which brings me to rule number three, if I’m sleeping, don’t wake me, unless your patient is actually dying. Rule number four, the dying patient better not be dead when I get there. Not only would you have killed someone, you would have also woke me for no good reason, we clear? Rule number five. When I move, you move. Grey’s Anatomy: A Hard Day’s Night

The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut


Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Just imagine getting fucked by Harry after that wedding please i want it

His hand on the small of your back by the end of the night is always a clear indication he’s had one too many, and you’re in for it. You don’t notice it until he lets out a booming laugh and you have to look at him because you love admiring his entire physique when he does this.

Butterflies creep into your stomach when you think about how lucky you are, to hold him, to be here with him, to be *his*. To kiss him, your memory passes to the last time he kissed you which was only moments ago; to touch him… you think about his hands, and then you become hyper aware of the hand that is on your back that doesn’t belong to you.

By the time you’re saying your goodbyes and Harry is giving his friends drunk high fives and kisses on the cheek, he notices you; stopping dead in his tracks. Your legs are crossed, one of your hands wiping sweat from the back of your neck slowly, biting your bottom lip. He gulps, his smile fading into a serious look.

He knows your body language.

He gets you home, after a hot and heavy makeout session in the taxi where you climbed onto his lap without a care in the world; sloppy kisses and sweaty bodies as you unbutton his shirt and just about the time you start ripping off his jacket, the car stops to let you out.

Discreet touches and giggles in the packed elevator to your hotel room, until he finally gets you into your room.

“So bloody beautiful,” he half coos/whines between kisses as you both fight to peel off your sticky clothes, not even making it to the bedroom.

He plops you down on the oversized chaise in the living room that overlooks the Pacific ocean, millions of stars and the moon lighting you both up, since you’re both too busy to turn on a single light.

He’s quick and needy, his eyes full of lust and then, for a brief moment, as he positions himself at your entrance, lifting one of your legs, he stops, running his fingers delicately over your lips.

He kisses your sweaty forehead, nudging his nose on your skin as he pushes in, the both of you groaning.

“I’m so lucky,” he whispers out, his head next to yours.

You can’t say anything, a happy and blissed / tipsy giggle leaves your lips and your head falls back as he starts to thrust deep, clawing at his back.

He looks up at you and let’s out a breathy laugh, now admiring *your* physique as you giggle, kissing your lips.

Review - Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde

Well this as a cute little bi girl YA/New Adult romance <3 <3 <3

Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde follows three friends as they attend a totally-supposed-to-be-SDCC-but-named-something-else-for-legal-reasons comic con.  Charlie is an Chinese Austrailian bi girl and small time YouTube star still recovering from a bad break up with her toxic ex.  They starred together in an indie movie that made it big and now she has to deal with him all weekend while they promote the film.  Thankfully she has Alyssa, a much bigger YouTube celebrity and total crush to distract her.   Then there is Taylor, a fat autistic girl with mental health issues who is secretly in love with their third friend Jamie.    

What follows is a fast-paced, sweet, and gentle romance for both girls.  Charlie’s burgoning relationship with Alyssa comes under a public spotlight and complete with YouTube videos and ship names.   For Taylor it is finding her tribe at the con both with other fans of her favorite book series and a comic made by a fellow autistic girl.  This allows Jamie, a character who is basically the most perfect guy best friend ever to turn their relationship romantic, even if it does set off a panic attack.  Both girls work their way through however and come to lovely happy endings for now.  

It was great to see Charlie use the word bisexual to describe herself MULTIPLE times.  Including a scene where she confronts her ex about his biphobia.  It’s also nice that her love interest has no objection to her being bisexual and doesn’t say anything rude, biphobic, or fucked up about it despite being implied to be a lesbian.  Yes folks the bar for bi representation really is that low and yes I really am excited that Queens of Geek manages to clear it (because so many books don’t).  

If I have any real complaint its that the story moves REALLY fast.  There isn’t much time to let Taylor’s mental illness or Charlies new relationship settle in.  In an author interview at the end of the book, it seems like this novel came out of Jen Wilde’s experience on WattPad, which explains to me the quick fanfiction-like pace.  For those of you who do like to linger on characters, it will be over too soon.  But for those looking for a quick read, the result is an enjoyable and very validating little love story.  

- Sarah 

Dear Angry Anon:

If you haven’t noticed I have been ignoring you for a reason. Mostly because you are putting words in my mouth I never said and blaming me for things that are out of my control. You are also assuming what my opinions are on things which…if you know what assuming is, you know why you shouldn’t do it. 

Let me be very clear:

I am in the LGBT community. I have had relationships with men, women, and any other gender you want to name on the spectrum. I am not “homophobic” I am not a bigot. I am an adult female who is sick and tired of gay couples just for the sake of gay couples on TV shows. Sick of it. 

I have stated many times, I am not against diversity, I am not against gay characters if they are well written, but here’s the thing. 

These days when there are gay characters the main personality of that character is that they are super gay and everything else is secondary. There are fandoms now with gay characters and when I ask about the character like, “Oh that’s cool so what is he/she like? What’s their personality? What do they have as a hobby?” no one has an answer. You know why? Because their only personality trait is that they are gay and they aren’t thought out beyond that.

I literally saw a comment for a show about a gay character on this website that said, “Well X Character isn’t that well written but X character is gay so yay diversity” I’m not saying what fandom because I don’t want to get attacked but the point is that people on here do not give a shit if the gay character is well written as long as they exist and that’s not what we as a community should want right now. 

If you want people to accept gay characters and like them and even view them as a normal then you shouldn’t want their only personality trait to be “The gay guy”. Furthermore, despite what this website seems to think because apparently their TV viewing memory only goes back to 2012, there have been many well written gay characters, couples, and plots over the years, like way before now. The reason people don’t remember this is because those characters were well written. Those characters were more than just the “token gay” characters. Those characters had many facets to their personalities, struggles, and life that literally had very little to do with being gay and if their orientation was brought up it was in a normal capacity that wasn’t in your face annoying like a 5 minute reminder that they are gay and we need to praise them for being gay. 

The LGBT community has fought for equality for I don’t know how fucking long but Tumblr, for some stupid reason, is insistent on not making gays equal but elevating them to some special level where they infest every TV show, they are only praised for being gay, and everyone must acknowledge their gayness at all times. 

As a bisexual person, I do not want that nor do I need to see that on every TV show for every minute of every second of every story I watch. Why is it important? 

When you demand these types of characters you know what you are saying? You are saying you are a selfish child. You are saying you cannot possibly have empathy/sympathy/whatever for anyone unless they are exactly like you. You are saying that there is no way for you to relate to another human being unless they are your same color/gender/orientation and that basically makes you a monster. You are saying that if the story isn’t exactly like your life and the character isn’t exactly like you, then you don’t care about them. It’s borderline psychotic to demand this much gay be pumped into a TV show for the sake of some bullshit diversity checklist than to actually appreciate good story telling.

Some of my favorite characters, ever, in the history of movies and TV are straight men. Why? Because I empathize with them. I understand them. Their personalities, struggles, failures, and successes mean something to me because they are well written, strong, and amazing characters. For me to sit here and say “Well I cannot possibly like this show because there aren’t 8 gay couples, a trans guy, and 17 different races” would make me miss out on some amazing characters and stories. 

Diversity is good, and it’s important, but when you shove minorities, gays, and other things into a show only for the sake of that thing, don’t develop it, and then expect people to like and praise it just for existing, you don’t even begin to understand that it’s the wrong thing to want. If you want the LGBT community to have equality you need to also want to have well written characters that everyone can love, so even the straight people you seem to hate so much can say, “Hey look that character is gay but he’s just like me” instead of, “Why the fuck is that gay character’s only personality trait being gay”. 

So either shut the fuck up and leave or understand what I’ve been saying all along and it’s literally nothing you are accusing me of. I’m vastly aware my opinion here is going to get me hate and is seriously unpopular because I know how this website works, but I also know how reality works and how adults in the working world works, so I also know I’m right. 

Unknown King - part III

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Great Gatsby AU

Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.

A/N: It’s been a week since I posted an update on UK. This story may seem boring right now, but trust me it will get better. If you want to be tagged please tell me. :)

Word count: 1.8k

Part I Part II

Masterlist

The next day you woke up in a startle when you realized it was 10:45. James said he’d pick you up around noon. You didn’t want to consider it to be a date, but the only friend you had was Emma and you really needed to make friends. He did say it was a neighborly gesture. It’s just lunch after all.

After a quick shower, waltzed back into your room to find something to wear. The steam from the bathroom had seeped from the open windows, relinquishing the room from the hot vapor. You slipped on a skirt and a black long sleeved shirt, finishing it all off with a pair of black boots. You tied your Y/H/C hair up into a high ponytail. By the time you were done, the clock had struck noon.

For the next ten minutes, you paced back and forth in your small living room. You constantly checked the clock, growing more anxious when the feeling of dread began to creep onto you. You came to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to pick you up. You were about to release your hair from the ponytail when the doorbell rang. After a considerate amount of time, you went to answer it.

James stood behind the door, looking apologetic. He wore a dark blue dress shirt that stretched tightly across his broad chest. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his black pants. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing his forearms. His hair now framed his face.

“I am so sorry for being so late,” he began. “I got a business call and I’m afraid it ran on a bit longer than expected.”

You smiled, “No worries. Shall we?”

He nodded and waited for you close your door before walking beside you towards his car. It was a beautiful gray Ferrari. You’ve only ever seen cars like those in movies and magazines. You tried to hide your amazement, but utterly failed and James laughed at your reaction. He opened the door for you and you gladly stepped inside. The interior was as beautiful as the outside.

“Where to?” You asked James once he got in the car.

“There’s this amazing rooftop restaurant with a view of the city,” He explained. “Very exclusive as well, hard to get in.”

“So how are we getting in?” You asked.

“The owners owe me a favor,” He smiled and sped off down the street.

The drive into the city was absolutely mesmerizing. Your neck was craned as you looked up, trying to see the top of the skyscrapers. Your head was constantly turning. It was all so overwhelming, so much to see but so little time. James was speeding through the streets. Heads turned in your direction when they heard the engine’s roar. You sunk low into your seat from the unwanted attention.

“When I first moved here I was just the same,” James spoke up. “So enthralled by the city for the first time. I can take you to all the nice places of the city.” He paused and ran his fingers through his hair. “How’s work anyhow? Any interesting stories?”

You snorted, “Yeah! I wrote a story about a kid with a mole shaped like Jesus.” You frowned. “I’m gonna need a hell of a story for Mr. Cole to take me seriously.”

“It’ll get better,” James added.


“Mr. Barnes!” The woman behind the desk smiled. She wore a traditional kimono and bowed her head at us. “Glad to have you back!”

James bowed respectfully and took the woman’s hands in his, “hello, Aki.”

“Who is this beautiful young woman?” She smiled brightly at you.

James extended a hand towards you, “This is Y/N Y/L/N.” You smiled and bowed. He turned to Aki again, “Table for two, please.”

She smiled before grabbing two menus, leading you to the tables. The walls were glass, giving a 360-degree view of the skyline. Soft music played through the speakers, providing some sort of sound the room. James pulled the seat back for you, like a gentleman. You thanked him and picked up your menu. Your eyes scanned all the food you did not recognize, underneath the English text, was a foreign language you also did not recognize.

“Is this Korean?” You asked.

“Japanese,” James corrected. “Aki’s family owns this restaurant. All Japanese food with a Japanese staff. Aki is very proud of her ethnicity.”

You took this time to scan the room. There was a grand fountain. The water fell quietly along the wall before rolling into the pool. It extended towards the tables, the water offering a soft serenity of silence. Lotus flowers floated on the water, along with koi fish. Your lips parted in amazement when your eyes fell onto the cherry blossom tree. The pink flowers bloomed and radiated as the sunlight touched them through the glass.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” James spoke up.

You nodded, “I wouldn’t even be able to step inside this place if it weren’t for you. It’s amazing.”

Before James could say anything, a waiter approached us. You ordered the drinks and left before returning with them. With James’ help, you were able to order a dish that he recommended to be the best thing on the menu.

“James,” You began.

“Call me Bucky,” He said.

You smiled, “Bucky, thank you for taking me out for lunch. I really appreciate your kindness. You’re probably one of the most hospitable soul I’ve met since I arrived.”

“It is my pleasure,” he took a sip from his drink.

“So why so many parties?” You asked.

He shrugged, “Big house, I like to keep it full of people, even if it for a couple of hours. I also don’t have much time to enjoy the place, so why not let others do so?”

You nodded, “Sounds expensive. Where do you work?”

Bucky cleared his throat, “I believe that is my personal information, Y/N.”

Your lips pulled together in an ‘O’. “My coworkers just come up with the most ridiculous stories about you, which is why I was curious.”

He sat up, “Stories?”

“One coworker said that you murdered your family in order to get the money. Another said you won the lottery and another thinks you’re in a mafia.” You chuckled.

Bucky laughed, “That’s new.” He paused. “God, don’t tell me you believe them.”

You snorted, “Of course not. From what I’ve seen you’re very nice.”

You and Bucky spoke while you waited for the food. When it finally came, you talked some more in an infinite conversation. He asked you where you came from and why you moved. You approached him with subtle questions. He wasn’t an open book, but he was an interesting character and you wanted to learn more.

“I feel like I’ve been talking about myself for too long,” You chuckled.

“I don’t mind,” Bucky said. “I like meeting new people.”

After lunch, Bucky drove you around the city. Showing you the places that you didn’t get to see. It was fascinating. The buildings were so tall, you weren’t used to it. Bucky pointed out businesses that belonged to his associates. He even took you outside of the city.

By the time you arrived back home it was already 4 P.M. Bucky followed you to your door. You turned to him and smiled. “I had a great time Bucky. Thank you again for the dinner. It was fun.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, Y/N. We’ll do this again,” He promised. And then with a swift goodbye, he left you on your porch before getting into his car to take the short drive to his palace next door.

Once in your home, you left your hair to fall freely. Your scalp grew tired from the weight of your hair. A bath sounded great. You went to the bathroom and began to fill the tub. A knock on the door made you raise an eyebrow. Tenaciously, you walked towards the front door before opening it. There was no one at the door but a package wrapped in material as soft as silk. You picked it up and opened it. You gasped when you saw that it was a beautiful pastel blue gown. You pulled it out of the box. Its skirt fell to the floor. The design was simple yet so beautiful. You grabbed the note that sat on the bottom.

I still feel terrible about what happened to your dress. I hope you like it, I had some help picking it out.

-Bucky

You smiled at the letter, but it immediately faltered. How much did this gown cost? Probably a fortune. You frowned, although it was such a gorgeous dress, you knew you had to give it back. You felt selfish for even accepting it. After changing out of your clothes into something more comfortable, you shut off the water and packed up the dress once again.

The three knocks on the door sent a short sting of pain through your bones. You stood up straight, waiting for someone to open the door. It wasn’t long until you were met with a different butler. He showed no signs of friendliness. Instead, he arched his eyebrow at you.

“Can I help you with something?” He asked.

“Yes, is Buc-I mean Mister Barnes around?” You asked. “I need to speak to him. I live right next door.”

The butler hummed before opened the door completely. He motioned for you to come inside, you did so. The house is as breathtaking as the first time you stepped through it. The butler closed the door and left the room, telling you that Bucky would be down on a bit.

You were examining a painting that hung on the wall when Bucky came down the stairs. He was dressed in sweats and a plain black shirt. He smiled at you, “Did you like the dress?”

“About that,” You handed over the box. “I can’t take this Bucky.”

“Why not?” He asked, a look of worry crossing his face.

“It’s too much,” You admitted. “I’m afraid I’m not worth it. It is a beautiful dress, but I just can’t accept it.”

Bucky raised his hands as if he was about to cup your cheeks, but quickly let them fall.

“I just don’t want it to seem like I’m gonna take advantage of you,” You said.

Bucky put his hands together as if he was doing a prayer. “you’re such a pure soul, Y/N.” Before you said anything else, he spoke up. “Keep the dress, Y/N. You’d break my heart if you wanted me to take it back. Do you really want to do that?”

“No,” You admitted.

“Then it’s settled!” Bucky exclaimed. “Do you want a drink?”

“No, I have a bath that I need to indulge in,” You said. “Thanks, Bucky. I really appreciate it.” You smiled.

He nodded, “Of course Y/N”

He walked you back to your cottage. Where you said your final goodbyes before closing the door. You blew air out of your lips and set the box on your bed. It was finally time to wash the day away in your much-needed bubble bath. You mustn’t get attached to Bucky, you told yourself. You were friends.

Just friends.

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yourfaceishumerus  asked:

the server is refusing to let me send messages which is odd, anyway, i have a submission? "ADHD culture is scrolling through Netflix without blinking until your eyes are sore because you can't find anything Stimulating enough but the action of scrolling is stimulating enough to make it difficult to stop"

this is so specific but i relate

Yesterday I parked at my bf’s apartment and got out of the car and heard someone calling to me. It was a large African America man across the parking lot asking for directions. I couldn’t quite hear him so I walked closer. When he met me half way he stuck his hand out to shake mine and said “My dad’s a pastor, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

After helping him out and walking inside it really hit me. This man felt the need to apologize for scaring me, which he never did, and add the fact in that his dad is a pastor. As if to seem less threatening. As a white woman I have never once had to preface something I say to make someone feel more comfortable talking to me. Thinking about this really bothered me and I let that feeling sit there.

This was one of those times where my privilege was very clear to me. And it frustrates the hell out of me that many people I know refuse to believe privilege is a thing.

Swerve X Reader – A Human Crewmate - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 – Don’t Be Rash

A/N – Based on a lot of @rocksinmuffin head-canons so extra special thanks to them for that. Getting over some personal shit so updates may be a little slow right now. Anywho, this is one of my better chapters so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T


Rung sat on one side of the desk with his servos crossed underneath his chin while Swerve sat rigid on the opposite side with unpleasant thoughts filling his processor. Wasn’t a therapist’s office supposed to be comfortable? And why so quiet? As far as he was concerned, Swerve had nothing to tell. As such, he sat button-lipped, bouncing his leg up and down, turning the silence into something far more tense and awkward.

When it became apparent Swerve wasn’t going to speak, Rung sighed, taking it upon himself to prompt the other mech into revealing what was already obvious.

“You and (Y/N) have made fast friends,” Rung probed gently, attempting to put Swerve at ease.

Swerve half-laughed nervously, “Y-yeah, she’s really something. For a human, that is. Not that humans aren’t special, especially her, not that she’s special, I didn’t say that. I mean, she clearly is but- Forget I said anything.”

“…Yes. You know Swerve, I’ve had a lot of patients lately who’ve shown interest in pursuing a relationship with (Y/N).”

“W-wha- They can’t- It wouldn’t- W-who would want to date a human anyway?”

“So, you think a relationship with a human would be undesirable?”

“Not undesirable, just impossible. What about the physical differences? Then there’s the cultural misunderstandings and- and… Could she really be with something like me?” Swerve spoke fast as usual before realising his mistake, he hadn’t meant to reveal feelings he wasn’t supposed to have.

He fell silent, waiting for rung to call him crazy, tell him things were impossible, do anything to shoot down his delusions of a relationship.

Rung took off his glasses, cleaning them while he spoke, “Right now, though she may not realise or acknowledge it, (Y/N) is in a delicate mental state. She’s traded one life for another and had absolutely no say in the matter. Currently, any romantic relationship is impossible but in the future, it’s feasible though not recommended. Have you considered the difference in life span at all? I’m sorry to say it Swerve but I must advise against what you’re feeling and recommend that you take the time to come and see me if you need help in the process.”

Swerve shot up, his chair falling to the floor with a clatter, “I WON’T STOP BEING HER FRIEND!”

“And I would never expect you to,” Rung answered calmly. “I’m merely saying that as her friend, you must consider what’s best for her and act upon that instead of any romantic impulses you have… say, movie nights alone together.”

“H-how did you-”

“I’m a therapist and your friend Swerve, I see things others don’t. Now I can see you’ve got a lot to process and you’re eager to get away but please, come back and see me; I’d hate to see you trying to deal with this alone. Oh, and don’t do anything rash.”

“I won’t,” Swerve mumbled, hunching over sadly on his way out of the office. It was more than clear now that he had a crush on you but Rung was right, he had to stop his feelings immediately, before they turned into something more.


You stared in mute horror at the thick, black smoke coming from what remained of your hab-suite while a furious Rodimus sprayed out the remaining flames with a fire extinguisher.

Fortunately, you hadn’t been around at the time but apparently there’d been an accident with the gas main leading to your oven. Once again, you were homeless in space.

“(Y/N), you alright?” Rodimus asked, the concern evident in his vocaliser.

“Y-yeah… A little shook up but I’m fine. Is everyone else okay?”

“Don’t worry about us, it takes more than a few flames to get through this metal. I’m just sorry this happened. Hey uh, why don’t you take a walk with Chromedome there? I have to make plans to repair this.”

You nodded reluctantly, allowing Chromedome to lead you away. The second you were out of sight, Rodimus called Nightbeat on his comm-link, “You sure about this?”

Devoid of his usual flair for dramatics, Nightbeat replied, “I’m sure. Rodimus, this wasn’t an accident, somebody tried to kill her.”

“Frag! Any suspects?”

“Not yet but the bomb had some… interesting components. I’ll have a list of suspects within the next few cycles. In the meantime, you have to do something to protect her.”

“…Yeah.” Rodimus saw Megatron approach from the corner of his optic, “Talk later Nightbeat, I have to arrange something.”

Megatron waited for the call to finish before stating grimly, “I said something like this would happen, I didn’t want to be right.”

Rodimus stared at the floor darkly.

“Have you any plans to resolve this?”

Thinking through the problem, Rodimus nodded, “We’re going to get (Y/N) a bodyguard.”


“A roommate?” You asked dubiously. “I’m sorry but why can’t I just move back into my old room?”

“Because as it turns out it wasn’t a gas explosion but some weird sciency slag deadly to humans or so Perceptor tells me,” Rodimus lied confidently. “So, until we’re sure it’s safe for humans, you can’t go back there and you need a roommate. Personally, I suggest me or Magnus. Magnus would be a great choice. He’s big, he’s strong, who wouldn’t want that for a roomy?”

You frowned, “I um… I don’t think that’s-”

“Not your style huh, no problem, there are plenty of bots here,” Rodimus glanced around the rec room where he’d gathered a handful of bots he trusted, informing them of the situation at hand.

“I don’t see why we can’t just empty another-”

“HEY EVERYONE,” Rodimus yelled hastily, leaving you no time to argue your point, “(Y/N) NEEDS A ROOMMATE, ANYONE WANT TO BUNK WITH HER OR RATHER, LET HER BUNK WITH YOU?”

All servos shot up as rehearsed beforehand. You stared at the sea of faces, more confused than anything.

“Rodimus, I don’t-”

“-Know which to pick? Gotcha, no problem, you need time, I respect that. You think about this and come back in let’s say, an hour; I know you’ll have an answer by then. Now go, mingle, meet your new roomy.”

Overwhelmed by the many mechs, you checked your watch and slipped unnoticed out of the room to walk and clear your head. Just outside, Rung and Swerve were talking, a tense silence settled over the two at your presence.

“(Y/N), what a pleasant surprise,” Rung smiled. “How are you feeling?”

“I don’t… Rung, can you talk some sense into Rodimus, he seems to think I need a roommate within the next hour; I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

Swerve’s optics widened curiously, he wondered what he’d missed within the last few hours.

“My, that certainly is a predicament,” Rung sympathised, “but you know Rodimus, when he’s got an idea into his head, he’s fairly stubborn about it. Would it be so bad to humour him and take on a roommate?”

“You didn’t see it in there, I don’t know anyone and why those specific bots? None of it makes sense. Besides, me and you guys, we have different needs and I don’t want to explain all the things I’d need again and-”

“Move in with me!” Swerve interrupted quickly.

You gaped at him while Rung stood behind you, shaking his head and waving his hands warningly, mouthing the earlier conversation, “Don’t do anything rash.

“What?” You squeaked. “Swerve, I couldn’t make you do that?”

“Who’s making me?” Swerve laughed, ignoring Rung. “It’s better to move in with me than somebody you don’t know, right? Plus, you don’t have to explain human stuff to me ‘cos I know most of it already.”

“I suppose that makes sense, but won’t I get in your way? What if I need to sleep but you want the hab-suite?”

“Don’t worry about it. My only concern is that you feel comfortable.”

You smiled gratefully, warming Swerve’s spark, “Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me. Hang on a sec, I’ll go tell Rodimus.”

You headed back inside the room, leaving Rung to speak freely, “I hope you know what you’re doing Swerve, this will only complicate matters further.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I only did what a good friend would do.”

Reveling in Richonne

#18: The Mints (6x10)

After three seasons of build up, all it took was a roll of mints. Obviously because this was meant to be. 😋 

So here’s part two of my play by play for this canon scene. (It’s a little long lol but you know I have to go all out for the scene that gave us Richonne!)

I love that it was something so simple. I love it because it shows that their hearts were already committed to each other and they just needed one moment of quiet for their hearts to act. They live in a world where they had to constantly have their head on a swivel, especially as leaders, but in this rare restful moment that they finally had just to themselves, of course the first thing they naturally do is acknowledge their love.

It’s like how a small match can start a huge fire and those little mints were about to bless us all and release the burning passion within them. He tells her he spent the whole day running around on account of her dental hygiene. Who does that if you’re not in love? Plus I’m glad this gives us confirmation that Rick really was on that run for Michonne.

He gives her the mints and she playfully takes them from him which is super cute. I adore how playful they are with one another. At first I thought it was just Michonne being playful by taking them like that but now I see that Rick was being playful too, cuz he purposely didn’t just let go of the mints, like he made her grab them from him. How do they have both young and grown love? 😋 It’s perfect. 

(Side Note: I love that we’ve had so many significant moments with Richonne’s hands, ever since she handed him that lone bullet in “Clear”. And this mints shot totally parallels that bullet scene. They’ve come so far!)

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Now what’s funny is that she has the mints completely in her hand but Rick for some reason feels the need to pat her hand three times and say “Have your mints”. He wants her to know those are specifically for her. He was so happy that he could make her happy. Patting her hand was so dorky and adorable because he just needed to be connected to her. Again it was his subconscious acting and trying to tell him “Homie, she’s the one” and then Michonne’s subconscious told her the same thing, cuz after the third pat she held his hand.

Now this holding hand thing. I’m going to try my best to effectively break down my thought on this. It might just be me being extra lol but hopefully it makes sense.

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Seeing this moment, it’s such a random thing for Rick to do when he pats her hand. I think subconsciously Michonne could sense the different energy behind what he was doing. Like this wasn’t as casual as it appeared and she unknowingly sensed that. 

We know this was Rick subconsciously needing to be connected to her, but I think maybe initially to Michonne it just felt like him giving off some sort of nervous energy and so to me it looks like the reason her first instinct is to open her hand to him is because she’s just subconsciously trying to offer a sort of calming presence to what might have been translated as a nervous energy from Rick. But then I think doing that was, again, a match that set off a fire so without even fully processing it, they hold hands. It was the natural and instinctual next step.

And when she takes his hand it no longer becomes just about her calming or acknowledging him it becomes about her and him both realizing that this actually feels super right and like what they were meant to be doing all along. It’s not subconscious anymore. They are now getting this overwhelming confirmation that this is the one for them, this is the person who’s hand they should hold from here on out. Idk maybe it’s just me lol. 

Now they could’ve just held hands for a second and then let go and written it off as just maybe an awkward moment. But y'all they have a love supreme and therefore their love is way too strong to ignore, especially by now. So what happens when they hold hands? They don’t let go. They don’t let go!

Instead they slowly look right at each other. First Rick then Michonne and I love their different expressions. Like Rick is just so sure, so confident, so happy. You can tell he’s proud and low key surprised those dorky three pats actually worked 😂👌 🏽Rick has realized it’s okay to go for what he’s always wanted and was now just waiting for her to look over and realize she wanted him too.

And then Michonne slowly looks over. She appears to be a little nervous at first but I’m sure seeing that Rick’s not even a little nervous had to be reassuring. I often wondered why she looked sort of nervous in this scene, cuz it def wasn’t a hesitant or unsure look Michonne had, it looked more like a “wait is this really happening?” and I think it’s cuz this is a man she has wanted subconsciously for a long time, and then ever since Deanna got her thinking about her own wants, Michonne has more knowingly been realizing she was in love with Rick.

And now…here is this man that she has gone through so much with, that has won her heart the way only he can, that has “brought her back”, and now he’s holding her hand and looking at her like the literal sun and moon and stars. It had to be surreal that it was about to be real. What she wanted all along was staring right at her and about to become reality so I think her look was more of a dreamlike state as she realized this isn’t a dream anymore. This man really loves you the way you love him.

Someone made a great realization that this moment parallels the “You ready?" moment outside of ASZ in season 5. Rick was the nervous one that time and Michonne was the certain one and now here they are inside that place and fully ready. *swoons forever* 

Anyways, they lean in and the rest is history!! Like if y'all heard a loud boom when this moment aired, don’t worry, that was just the sound of a canon. 💥 🙌🏽😋👌🏽😉   

This moment was really beautiful and it felt like a big moment not just for them or the show but for the world to see. I remember watching it as it aired and thinking this is special and this is a big deal. I wish that pairings like this were just seen as normal (cuz they are normal) but I also know that, because this type of union is rarely depicted on TV, it makes this already special couple all the more special.

Plus, seeing my spirit animal, Yvette Nicole Brown, react to Richonne going canon on Talking Dead that night, it just made that 6x10 day feel like a big celebration. It felt like a win. I love that Danai, in all her wisdom, had the idea to film Yvette cuz her reaction, as always, was gold. Her yelling "Richonne!” was my first time really hearing R&M’s couple name lol. 

I also learned from this episode that I should never ever ever be nervous about how Richonne is conveyed or portrayed again because those two actors know exactly what they are doing. 👏🏽👏🏽 👏🏽They managed to make their first kiss feel new and mature and super passionate and not choreographed and blissful and meaningful and authentic and it more than conveyed that this was not a mistake or a “whatever thing” for them. This was a big deal to them just like it was a big deal to us. 

They were finally with the one they were meant to be with all along. You can tell they were overjoyed about the passion and love that they had inside finally showing itself and being fully reciprocated. You just couldn’t help but be happy that they were so extremely happy.

I love what someone said about how in this moment you could tell they were going to do what they felt about each other. Like this wasn’t just physical, this was their true deep love (that was already there) now just manifesting itself physically. Their looks, their smiles, their laughs, the passion and sparks. It was undeniable and so right.

Like the actors and Gimple said, when R&M looked at each other on that couch it was an “Of course” moment for them. Not an “Oh, what?” an “Of course” because this made all the sense in the world. Netflix describes this episode by saying “Amid the chaos, romance blossoms in Alexandria.” Blossoms. As in it’s been growing for a long time and this was just the rewarding bloom.

And you knew that this couple was here to stay and was only going to get stronger. And if you didn’t know, seeing them immediately go into warrior mode when Jesus ended up in their bedroom was all the confirmation you needed to know that these two equals were soul mates and the power couple that is “Richonne” had officially entered the world. Thank you, Jesus! Won’t He do it! 🙌🏾

I know that they call this moment endgame but it’s also just the beginning!

My thoughts on Fëanor-

-and false claims that piss me off

See, I have been wanting to just sit down and write things about Fëanor for so long now but I’ve never gotten around to actually doing it. What is the purpose of this? Well mainly as entertainment for my followers, but also to clear up some things that I keep seeing repeated over and over again, and oh how many posts I would reblog on here if only they didn’t take a cheap, unfunny jab at Fëanor - The character I love more than any other in any form of media ever.

I will unfortunately be unable to share actual quotes in this piece. I let my friend borrow my english copy of the Silmarillion and so I only have the swedish version here, which is admittedly HILARIOUS occassionally, but it means that if I have a quote - I will have to translate it for you, so it won’t be exact word for word.

I won’t be talking about the different texts and exact words, but rather misconceptions I’ve seen prodding around about him, and direct arguments I’ve seen come from different parts of the fandom. I see the majority of the Tolkien fandom as the gosh darn best people I’ve ever had the joy of stumbling upon - endless amounts of fan-pieces, whether it’s art, music or writing that never seem to go away. They just get better and better and I love you.

But like I said there are SEVERAL things that are always brought up falsely about Fëanor that I just can’t stand for, sort of like the criticism against Thranduil that ‘OH HE’S JUST A RACIST SHITHEAD AND HE’S WRONG’, when in truth he’s the only actually rational and sane character in the movies.

THAT is the type of things I will bring up here. Read on further if you think it might me amusing. If you decide not to I wish you a pleasant evening/morning/day :D

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My 6 steps to being a witch

Let me start out by saying one of the great things that I love about being a witch is how everyone has their own way of doing things. It’s one of what, in my opinion makes the pagan community great. That being said here are six steps that I use to help me be a better witch and better with spell casting. 

1: Know yourself and be comfortable with yourself in every aspect. 

This one took years for me to get done. I had a lot of things in my past that was wrong and I felt guilty of. I always thought “If I could go back in time and change that one thing, everything would be better.” Eventually I came to realize that only by moving forward and accepting the actions I took in the past good or bad had led me to where I stand today. That acceptance of who you are and everything about you, I believe in super important in spell casting because it removes guilt, and other such things that might cloud your intent. 

2: Know and accept how the world is.

Lets not sugar coat things, the world we live in today isn’t perfect. Heck its not even close to perfect. Turn on the news and your mind is filled with stories of corruption, murder, shitty politics, and a dying Earth. That being said, there is a lot of good going on too. Reforestation in on the rise, new clean energy is making a comeback, and every day someone is born into the world who has no knowledge of the bad, only the good. Knowing all of these and realizing both the good and the bad in the world is an important step in having clear intent. Knowing these things about the world and accepting them as fact will help you better realize what change you want to be in the world.

3: Clearing your mind completely.

Another step which took me awhile to get down, and even to this day I still have trouble with. A person can clear their mind in a number of ways. Many of us do it without realizing it. Whether its on the drive to work and you zone out only to realize you have arrived at your destination, or preforming a mundane task that you have done a thousand times. The most common way you hear of however is through meditation. Let me pause here to say I know my form of meditation isn’t gonna match up with yours, there are as many ways to meditate as there are beliefs of the act. For me it goes like this: I start by getting into a comfortable position, doesn’t matter what it is as long as its comfortable. From there I start thinking about five specific things related to my current intent. Then one by one I release those thoughts until there is nothing. Having this peace and sense of nothing clears my mind for step four. 

4: Focusing your intent.

Personally everything boils down to your intent. Intent is what makes our thoughts a reality and intent is what first set everyone down their path. Focusing your intent can be difficult. Our minds hold us hostage with maybes and what ifs. The difficulty of focusing your intent is why I start off with the first three steps. Accepting yourself and the world around you and then clearing your mind gets rid of all the thoughts and actions that may hold you back, and then leaves room for only your intent. Your intent by the way can be anything, it doesn’t have to be magical. it can be the intent of wanting to go to the store just as much as it can be the  intent to cast a spell shielding your homestead. Intent is everything and after you focus it and have it clearly and solidly manifested in your mind is when things start to get exciting. 

5: Sending your intent into the universe.

Explosions! Fireworks! Orgasms that rock your socks off! or nothing? Sending out your intent can be done an infinite number of ways, for most witches this is the part most talked about, the casting of your spell. Which in my mind was your intention for an outcome. Sending out your intent can be as simple as whispering it to yourself or as big as a twelve person ritual complete with wands, robes and a hidden radio playing your favorite pagan tune. What matters most in my mind is the fact that you actually send out your intent. just thinking about what you want to happen is like reading a instruction manual but not actually building what it is instructing you to build. What ever your intent is send it out! Just make sure your are understanding of the final step.

6: Acceptance.

Once your intent is sent out into the world, that’s it you’re done. Having done everything you possible can to make what you intended possible and now all you can do is wait for the universe to answer. Waiting, and waiting, and waiting until. Nothing. Yes sometimes nothing happens, sometimes you can do everything right appease all the gods that are and ever were to realize your intent and still have nothing happen. Guess what? That’s okay! Remember step two? Accepting the world as it is? Understand that there are always forces working their way around the world and sometimes no amount of intent can change that. All you can do is accept that, that is the way things work and try, try again. However often your intent does become a reality, and as we all know, that is the best thing in the world. 

Thank you for those who have stayed until the end, again this is just my six personal steps I use and I understand that they are not for everyone. Nonetheless thank you for staying around and learning a little more about how I see the world. Blessed be my friends. 

Get Mine, Get Yours

Summary:  “No, no, no.” he stood up and you watched him pacing around the room, pushing the strands of blonde hair falling over his eyes back.

“You just asked me to explain what I was trying to say!

“I know exactly what you’re trying to say, _____, ok? You are talking about us fucking and the answer is no.” 

“Why not?!” you whined and crossed your arms over your chest, sulking.

“Because it’s a horrible idea! ”.

Genre: Romance (friends with benefits!au)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Rating: Mature (fluff + smut + angstishhhh??not really)

Length: 6.3k

A/N: all i wanna say is park jimin is the most important thing to me in this world

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curious to know how many of you choose to let loghain join the wardens in your playthrough

For the most part, my Wardens have very clear views about their disdain towards Loghain so usually choosing to let him live is rare, but outside of what my Warden would do, my preferred choice is to let him join. I really like his character because he felt so strongly towards his actions at Ostagar, which he didn’t do lightly, and from reading Stolen Throne (I think that’s the name) I understand better why he chose that course of action; not that I agree with it or think that justifies his actions. Just curious to know your opinion (keep it friendly please)

Things that are NOT okay to say to someone.

Warning: graphic wording ahead.

There has been a lot of anon hate recently across this damned website. I got a comment on one of my posts telling me to commit suicide, and now my girl @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty is getting hate for no reason (and it’s not the first time. Also, I know many of my mutuals have also received hate, which is not okay).

So, shitty anons, let me make something clear to you:

It is not okay to tell someone to jump off a cliff.

It is not okay to tell someone to hang themselves.

It is not okay to tell someone to physically harm themselves, in any way.

IT IS NOT OKAY TO TELL SOMEONE, IN ANY FORM, THAT THEY ARE NOT WORTH THE LIVES THAT THEY LIVE. IT IS NOT OKAY TO BELITTLE SOMEONE TO THE POINT OF TRIGGERING THEIR DEPRESSION, OR MAKING THEM CRY, OR MAKING THEM FEEL LIKE LESS OF A HUMAN BEING. IT IS NOT OKAY TO SIT BEHIND YOUR COMPUTER SCREEN, THINKING YOUR WORDS ARE HARMLESS, WITH AN AGENDA TO MAKE PEOPLE FEEL LIKE SHIT.

If you think it’s okay to tell someone to kill themselves, unfollow me. Block me. I don’t want you here.

If you think it’s okay to tell someone to kill themselves, I hope you live a long, miserable life, and karma kicks your ass for being such a little cunt. Or, you learn from it, change, and grow to be a decent human being. 

IF YOU THINK IT’S OKAY TO TELL SOMEONE TO KILL THEMSELVES, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE.

I could have written these myself.

So. Like. And I’m saying this as nicely as possible. Gladio/Ignis is a total trashcan ship. Now, I’m not saying it’s garbage, so let’s all be cool, but. But. Rather that it’s one of those “uh, whose left who could possibly get in the way of the popular otp? Pair them toegther! Also make it weird to ship them with others by labling them the mom and or dad friend” ships (*sideeyes VLD fandom*) . It’s the scraps. The trashcan.

Now this is where people who love it for what it is jump in to defend it and hey, that’s cool, I’m not talking about you, stay cool, don’t @ me. But let us not deny that for the most part it’s just to clear the way for Noctis and Prompto to bone/have readily supportive figures/make me want to puke with that mom ignis/dad Gladio shit.

….okay. maybe. Maybe not for that last one. After all, everything isn’t about me. I guess.

Anyway. Shiro/Allura in VLD, a lot of Falcon ships in MCU stuff, any Ginny ship that isn’t her with Harry, armin/jean and armin/erwin, Gladio/Ignis? Trash can ships. Which is fine. I love many a trash can ship. …not. Not any of the ones I just listed. But other ones I won’t list to save myself anyone pointing out what dumb ships they are. :p

anonymous asked:

I love your work and I was so happy to find that to had a Tumblr. I don't know if you're the right person to ask, but I really respect how intelligent you are and I'm hoping you can help. I'm a bisexual woman who is in a long term relationship with a man. I love him dearly. But because I'm in a passing relationship, I'm starting to feel the hate from my fellow queers, who are passively shaming me for who I fell in love with. What should I do? I never got treated like this dating women.

I completely understand. I had exactly the same thing happen to me. Gay women mistakenly think that dating a man magically makes you heterosexual, forgetting of course that men don’t magically cure you of your love for women and other genders, and that all that sleeping with a man makes you is sleeping with a man. 

The ‘passing privilege’ is something I specifically want to address. 

We all have passing privilege. All of us have different levels of passing privilege. Every single one of you will pass at some point in your lives, ranging from either just online to every situation you’re in. For most people, when you walk down the street, people assume you’re cishet. When you interact with someone new they ask you about your ‘husband’ or ‘boyfriend’ (and if you have one!) and any children. People assume you are straight. ‘Passing privilege’ is not something exclusive to bisexual folks, and just because there are a few more situations they can pass in, and a few more obstacles they avoid, doesn’t mean they don’t face most of the discrimination like gay folks do. 

FURTHERMORE, bisexuals may sometimes avoid some of the obstacles gay people face when they date someone that appears to make them look like a cishet couple, but in avoiding those, they face something incredibly isolating that we all understand: being invisible, and feeling like no one understands. 

When I was dating a (lovely) man in my mid-twenties, every time someone would say something homophobic, I felt it. Every time someone would assume I was with a man, even though I was actually with a man, I noticed. Every time the government debated gay marriage and gay rights I intimately felt all that stuff because you know what? I’m still queer. I still love women. That part of me didn’t magically disappear. My boyfriend didn’t understand, either, because he was like, “At least that doesn’t affect you anymore!” Yeah, babe. It actually DOES affect me. I’m not straight. 

Worse: my mother acted like I was ‘cured’ when I was dating him. She was so overjoyed, and that broke my fucking heart because nothing had changed about me. I was the same. She just didn’t like the bisexual truth about me. So the idea that I get to have my parents acceptance and love is false, because that’s not what I had. I had conditional acceptance, and believe me, it hurt. Because it wasn’t for all of me. 

On top of that, every time I dated a guy, my lesbian friends would essentially excommunicate me. They’d stop inviting me out for ‘girl drinks’. They’d talk about me behind my back. They’d all have fun without me and the message was clear: you’re not welcome here anymore. Nothing about me had changed at all, nothing: but by dating a man, somehow I was suddenly ‘impure’ and unwelcome in ‘pure’ lesbian spaces. It was disgusting. I even had a lesbian call me a “sperm recepticle” once, which is not only biphobic, but transphobic to the fucking max. 

Bisexual folks face many (all, if they’re dating someone of the same gender!) of the same obstacles gay folks face with the addition of straight people and gay people dismissing them. 

So: don’t let anyone tell you you’re not queer. Don’t let them passively excommunicate you: CALL them on it. Tell them nothing has changed. You’re still attracted to women, and sleeping with a man doesn’t change that one bit. Don’t let them discriminate against you without (gently, or not gently, if necessary!) calling them on it. 

You’re just as queer as they are. You’re just a different sort of queer. You’re not a lesser queer. You’re not an ‘impure’ queer. You’re a different flavour of queer and the rainbow needs all colours <3

How To Practice Meditation Using A Totally Different Approach

What would you say about an alternative way to practice meditation?

People who practice meditation on a regular basis have reported great benefits by meditating, such as a greater spiritual connection to their source, an increase in patience, enhanced attention and peacefulness

With these kinds of benefits, the practice of meditation is growing in popularity on a daily basis but there are those, like myself, out there who want to meditate but haven’t had a lot of success in achieving the state of meditation on a consistent basis through traditional methods?

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