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the more i think about the bs finale the more i realize the tragedies underlying the happy endings, so as of today i’ve decided to be dumb and blind. im taking the easy way out lads. subtext does not exist. all is well (ノ◕‿◕)ノ*:・゚✧

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Overgrown Community Pool @ 11:34PM 

D(ANGER): PART I [Next]

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We see stories like this all the time, but these two in particular have gone viral in recent weeks, days. I was already quite weary and frustrated when the first story came out, but now that the second story is also beginning to make rounds  - now I’m annoyed. Something that has and will always haunt me, and other people of color, is how racist Colorblind Ideologyis taught, congratulated and reinforced in white people at the expense of people of color - and in this situation black people. 

The framing of these stories are disastrously similar: “look at how pure, innocent and race free wonderful white people can be! These kids must have the best parents ever. We should all be inspired to ride a white horse into a race free future with them” The stories not only work to remind white people that they ought to feel rewarded when they perform as “colorblind,” but that these colorblind performances spell the end of, and solution to, actual racism. Meanwhile people of color are (QUITE OBVIOUSLY) still very real and *very* visible to “colorblind” white people. Black people, being the most visible, wind up being trophies in a colorblind trophy case as their owners get to parade them around exclaiming “look at how colorblind I am.”

Most unfortunate, and an argument that has been shouted from rooftops at this point, is that people of color don’t want white people to be “blind” to them. We are tired of this “visible” & “invisble” double bind. Where we are allowed to be targeted and subconsciously pre-judged based on color. But as soon as we feel it necessary to explain how literally ANYTHING impacts us in a unique way we lose legitimacy, are shouted down and then are told “I DON’T SEE RACE.”

That boy’s teacher is always going to tell them apart. Not because their haircuts weren’t good enough, but because the black boys teachers will always be more likely to carry a bias against black boys. His friend will get reprimanded, punished and suspended at a higher rate then him. His colorblind ideology will never allow him to see it, he’ll just assume that his friend is failing to do the right thing.

That girl’s doll does NOT look like her. Yes they are both pretty, but let’s not ignore the fact that the girls who truly see themselves in that doll will never be treated as a full citizen. She needs to understand that her girlhood and the girlhood of her black friends does not manifest in the same way.

Just to be clear, I don’t harbor animus towards the actual children. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if the intent and words of these FIVE year olds are being taken out of context and blown up by white media outlets who want a “feel good” story featuring their favorite buzz word “colorblind.” 

So, one last time, please stop praising colorblind racism. Please kill the narrative. and please, PLEASE stop forcing it down children’s throats. I really don’t need to picture the black kids in their classes internalizing this damage in kindergarten. 

funny story

one time my drama class’s teacher had gone home sick so we were just put in a classroom with a movie to entertain us for the period when an alarm went off. none of us were sure if it was the fire alarm or the lockdown alarm, so we all head out into the hall to check and no one’s out there, so we head back in and climb under our desks as is lockdown procedure. cut to an hour or so later when a teacher bursts in and nearly dies of relief because the school was on fire and we were the only students not accounted for and half the faculty and fire department had been searching for us for ages. literally, the whole school had filled with smoke while we’d kept super safe under our wooden desks.

The Price 2/?

Summary: Killian Jones has no desire to return to Misthaven, but his captain and his crew are tied to the kingdom in a way he has never understood, and they consider it a duty to be there for the Choosing. Once every fifteen years, the witch in her high tower chooses a man or woman among them and whisks them away, in payment for all she has done to save this kingdom, and to most it is considered a blessing to be chosen. All Killian wants is for the Choosing to be finished and The Jewel to return to sea, and to forget once again all that Misthaven has taken from him. 

tagging @kmomof4

Chapter One


Chapter Two

When Killian had been a young boy, he’d found himself often at odds with the world around him. Or at least, that was how Liam told it.

He was too young to remember it all, or even most of it, really, but to Killian Jones, the world had been the tavern, and the town surrounding them, the sea before them, but it had been more. His mother had called him fantastical, whimsical, when he brought home strange flowers she’d never seen before, and told her stories of faeries and goblins and beasts with kind eyes.

The rest of the village hadn’t been quite as kind.

He’d been so young he could barely remember their faces, but the taunts, the jeers, the whispers of the mad Jones boy they never bothered to keep silent when he wandered by, those memories remained.

He remembered only one instance of true danger, in all that time. The beasties and ghouls he’d weaved stories of were long gone to his memory, but this one moment in time stayed etched in his mind.

The flowers he’d returned from the woods at the edge of the forest sat neatly in the cup his mother had put them in, sunlight drifting in from the window, bathing them in warm light on the ledge on which they sat, and Killian was quiet as he leafed through the book father had brought back from this fair or that cart. He’d only just begun to make sense of the symbols upon the page, and he’d whispered them quietly, hoping father wouldn’t hear his jumpy mutterings from where he sat beside the kitchen.

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12x14 The Raid

Aubrey’s Challenge: Write a fic about each episode in season 12.

Word Count: 1885

Version en Español  –  PREVIOUS EPISODE

Originally posted by jensen-jay

“I have sort of… been working with the British Men of Letters.”

Mary’s declaration gave Sam and Dean pause, but it absolutely knocked all of the breath from your lungs. She was working with those monsters?

“You, um… what?” You were sure Sam was having flashbacks to the time he spent with Toni, and the torture he endured. But no one knew about the similar flashbacks you were having. No one in this room knew about the time you spent over seas.

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Possible Drake Family Theory

 (Will expand on this asap.)

*Theory*

Ted and Mary are likely connected. Mary and Ted were in Latin America at the same time. Mary was in Germany at some point and Ted has german memorabilia, he wore a vintage german doctor’s costume when handing out candy (from a dish that looked like Ali reaching from the grave incidentally)

Ted has mentioned having a divorce lawyer, so has had some family likely. I’ve wondered if he is Mr Young and CeCe is really Bethany. 

In the dollhouse family Mary is pregnant with Spencer.

Wilden and Cece are twins (Wilden may be the real Charles) Wilden and CeCe often fought like siblings and are the twins from the Halloween story) They loved playing with their dolls and the liars as dolls.

Mona was A in season 1-2. Wilden stole the game in season three. His texts were signed “-A”, CeCe tried to steal it from Wilden and began using the A persona as “Kisses -A”. CeCe killed Wilden (or they faked it using the masks) and CeCe stole the game from Wilden. This is evidenced by the text while the liars passed his body “your mine now, kisses A.

After CeCe is killed by either Wilden, or they again faked her death and took the name of AD.

Much of the story has gone back to Radley and the church, time and time again. If Mary and Ted have a history so much of the storyline would make sense.

Working on a detailed theory I will have up soon.

I know every fandom is bound to have a few bad / weird / gross fics in its tag, but the AO3 MMX tag is like. Disproportionately full of those fics. Like 9/10 fics are horrifyingly explicit or just plan Bad.

The Guest of Honor

Summary: Sam is catering an event at the president of his college’s home, a birthday party for the president’s granddaughter.  He meets a young woman who is assisting with the setup for the party and they hit it off only for him to learn that he’s developed a crush on the guest of honor.  

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2368

Warnings: AU - SPN stuff doesn’t exist, drinking of alcoholic beverages, a little bit of insecure Sam but, really, just lots of fluff.

A/N: So, I actually catered my way through school and it was AWESOME.  I made some amazing friends working for the catering service and, while the main plot line of this story didn’t happen to me, I often found myself in the president’s home serving drinks or the school’s reception hall serving a pre-lecture dinner to a guest speaker and faculty from the department that invited them and some of the side stories did, in fact, occur.  The president of my school literally only ever drank sparkling water or Beefeater Gin, which is why/how that liquor inspired this fic for @winchester-writes Birthday Challenge, along with the prompt “Come on! I wanna dance!”.  I knew it was a Birthday Challenge when I signed up to write but I didn’t know it was a 21st Birthday until after I had finished writing, I swear!

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Glassy Eyed Light of Day

Summary: Jughead is working on his novel in the Blue and Gold office and Veronica comes to him looking for a distraction. With the bribe of a shake and burger, Jughead agrees to tell her a story.

Rating: T

Genre: General, Canon Divergence, Fluff

Pairing: Jughead x Veronica

Timeline: Post Chapter Six: Faster, Pussycats! Kill! Kill!, 1x06

Word count: 2,504

“Tell me a story, Jughead Jones.”

Veronica stood at the doorway of the Blue and Gold offices at the end of a very, very long day. Her mind was in a dire need of distraction and all her friends were busy with their own little demeanours - all but the boy whose hair matched hers.

Her tiny frame leaned against the door, more casually than she felt. There was a tired smile on her lips, more as an attempt to make the situation and her words seem humorous, which they really weren’t.

Jughead’s fingers stopped typing at once. His eyes shot up to hers dazzled with curiosity, not knowing what could make the infamous newcomer visit him, let alone ask him to tell her a story.

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Bury My Soul Six Feet Under

Link for AO3

He feels as though he is breaking, shattering, cracking at the edges. He lost the one person who has always been there. Octavia. His sister, his responsibility. 

His responsibility

He screams, the sound ripped from his lungs as he contemplates the world without his baby sister. Without her. 

He failed. He failed. He failed. He’s alone

There’s no universe without her and he now understands Achilles’s rage. He’s never been so broken and the only way he doesn’t kill himself is the image of Echo and Roan and all the other Ice Nation, gurgling blood as they choke from his bullets. Him dragging to Echo where his sister fell, slowly killing and making it hurt. He wants her blood, he wants her screams. He wants to make her beg for mercy and then throw her off the cliff. She doesn’t deserve a good death. 

Octavia, dying, breathing her last alone. No, he can’t think about that, the image is so impossible. She’s so full of life, his baby sister. Ever since the day she came wailing into the world, looking at him and keeping him tethered to this world when the burden, the loneliness became to much. 

He taught her how to read, how to write, how to chart the stars, using the stories from times gone by. He cast her as the women that were powerful, that were independent, that changed the world and goddamn it she should have had that chance. She should’ve been able to alter the course of the universe just as quickly as she wormed her way into people’s hearts. 

She deserves the world he could never quite give her. The one where she got to stay the girl who played with butterflies instead of the one who had his blood on his knuckles. She should’ve loved and laughed and shined brighter than anyone he ever knew. 

Tears drip as he struggles to breath, remembering the first time she ever said his same. Bell-a-me she’d struggled to say, asking for a story one night while their mother was away. That was first time he’d told her the story of Augustus and Octavia and the glories of Rome. 

She’d always been burned into his heart, the one point of that would always point him home. Did he even have a home? How does he get there? 

There’s nothing in the world without her, the colors have dimmed, and his heart seems to be running on rage. 

Her words, the last words she’d ever said to just him seem to pound against his mind as he dragged someone. To be used as a bargaining chip against the only other person he loves enough to give up everything for. His heart was always a weakness, Roan knows that and he wants to scream but his heart is ripped in half, laying bloody beside the sword back in the cell. 

In her own way, she’d said she loved him, still. After he let monsters crawl in and make a home in him. After his hands were so red with blood that they stained the water. After his soul was torn to shreds. 

She can’t be gone. Until he is forced to bury her himself, he won’t fully accept a world without his sister. The hope takes root and he feels himself calming down, Octavia always took whatever challenge the world threw at her like it was personal attack on her, she’d survive. She’s survived much worse. 

His lips twist into a snarl, if she really is gone, when he’s finished the entire Ice Nation will be a smoking ruin and Achilles will be surpassed in the whispers and warnings of the world about how dangerous love is. 

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❤️the “its been a minute since i posted anything, much leas a grocery haul, and we ran out of milk and bread” haul❤️

❤️store: trader joes❤️
❤️total: lmao❤️
❤️goodies: endless❤️

story time!!! me and ally aka @smokeyandthebandit had gone in and done the deed. we had loaded my trunk up with both of our hauls - like $400 worth of groceries total guys. all the hard shit was done. we were home free.

THEN MY FUCKING CAR WOULDN’T START. we sat there with a trunk full of lifted groceries stalled out in the middle of the parking lot with a fucking useless old ass getaway car that wouldn’t fucking start and i saw every decision in my life flash before my eyes.

but thank god for the lil asian man who helped me start it and we got the hell outta dodge.

but it makes a good story so there ya go

tpal out bitches ✌🏻️💕

Something I think about a lot is the idea of Soul and Maka working at one of the Disney parks, but specifically working at The Haunted Mansion. Soul’s also scared af working there because the general feel of the place is creepy no matter how many months he’s been there, but he stays because Maka’s cute. He could do without her ghost stories, though…

The full collection of TMNT stories bCJtheStoryteller

*Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles franchise.


A Shell of Himself

*Story Summary: Determined to keep his promises to change Timothy and April’s father human again, Donatello pushes himself beyond the point of exhaustion while working nonstop to create a retromutagen. It’s up to Donnie’s big brother, Leonardo, to stop the genius turtle from sacrificing himself and help him see his own self-worth. 

*Note: Multi-chapter story set after ‘Mutagen Man Unleashed.’


Fractured Trust (TMNT Shell Shot - ‘Broken Foot’)

*Story Summary: After Leonardo’s decision to secretly help Karai puts his brothers’ lives in danger, he must deal with the consequences of his actions. 

*Note: One-shot that takes place during the episode ‘Broken Foot. Story details what transpired during the turtles’ trip back to the lair after the chemical plant explosion.


Freak Show

*Story Summary: When a failing traveling circus comes to New York, a greedy and sadistic ringleader sets his sights on his next big showstopper: a human-sized ninja turtle.

*Note: Multiple-chapter story co-written with my very talented friend, Fever to Write.


Grief’ (TMNT Shell Shot - ‘Requiem’)

*Story Summary: As the new head of the household, Leonardo is struggling to find a way to help his little brothers come to terms with the loss of their father.  Maybe that’s because he himself cannot come to terms with it.

*Note: One-shot that takes place after the episode ‘Requiem.’


Hidden Scars’ (TMNT Shell Shot - ‘Heart of Evil’)

*Story Summary: Raph discovers there’s more to ‘Angry Donnie’ than meets the eye.

*Note: Epilogue for the episode ‘Heart of Evil.’ This story is dedicated to my wonderful friend, @kamechan98​.


Lost in the Fight

*Story Summary: After a near-death experience, Donatello is reprimanded by his older brothers for his actions, leaving him to question both his self-worth and his place in a family of more skilled ninjas. As a result, the turtles may find out what life would be like if they lost a brother.


Mikey’s Worst Move Ever

*Story Summary: Mikey has really gone and done it this time. He’s made a bad decision of epic proportions and if Raph finds out, Mikey’s toast. Can Donnie figure out a way to save his little brother’s shell?

*Note: Multi-chapter story that takes place just before ‘Slash and Destroy.’


To Err is Turtle’ (TMNT Shell Shot - ‘Broken Foot’ Epilogue)

*Story Summary: After Leonardo’s decision to secretly help Karai badly injures one of his brothers, the oldest turtle struggles to come to terms with his guilt. 

*Note: Epilogue for ‘Broken Foot’ where Leo apologizes to Donnie.


Together Again’ (TMNT Shell Shot - ‘The Power Inside Her’ Epilogue) 

*Story Summary: Mikey had watched April use that freaky crystal to save Donnie with his own two eyes, but he still needs to make sure that his big brother is really okay.

*Note: This is a B Team oriented epilogue/one-shot for the episode ‘The Power Inside Her.’ It’s a companion piece to my one-shot ‘Torn Apart.’


Torn Apart’ (TMNT Shell Shot - ‘The Power Inside Her’ Epilogue)

*Story Summary: Donnie may have forgiven April for everything that had happened, but Raph isn’t finding it quite so easy to just forgive and forget. 

*Note: This is an A Team oriented epilogue/one-shot for the episode ‘The Power Inside Her.’ It’s a companion piece to my one-shot ‘Together Again.’


Under the Skin’ (TMNT Shell Shot - ‘The Deadly Venom’)

*Story Summary: After their near-fatal encounter with Karai, the family goes to bed thinking that the Healing Hands technique has successfully cured everyone, but they are wrong.

*Note: This one-shot takes place shortly after the episode ‘The Deadly Venom.’


What Hurts the Most

*Story Summary: Donnie isn’t sure how to answer when his baby brother asks him if dying hurts.

*Note: This is a short story that takes place after the episode ‘Requiem.’ It is dedicated to my amazing friend, @fevertowrite.


What I See’ (TMNT Shell Shot about losing a friend)

*Story Summary: Donatello hasn’t been acting like himself lately and Leonardo is bound and determined to get to the bottom of it. When Leo discovers the painful secret that Donnie’s been hiding for weeks, will he be able to help mend his little brother’s badly broken heart?

*Note: This one-shot is for anyone that has had an online relationship/friendship that ended unexpectedly or badly …


You’re Needed Here Now, Donnie

*Story Summary: After escaping Karai’s deadly traps, the turtles return to the lair, hoping to put the awful events of the night behind them, but there is one brother who cannot forgive himself for what has happened. Consumed by guilt, Donatello makes a rash decision that puts his life in grave danger. The brothers race to save him, but will they be too late?

*Note: Multi-chapter story set after ‘The Fourfold Trap.’


★★ Author’s Note: Thanks so much for reading. ;) CJ


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“I feel like, with some people in your life, eventually, sometimes, or just suddenly, you hear your heart say, ‘I hope someone finds this person and makes them realize how good they are, and makes them smile and feel lovely about themselves.’

“And then you pause and say, ‘Didn’t I want to be that person?’

“Perhaps, once, you felt a very obvious yearning. Now it’s been replaced with this?

“But now you’re not feeling pain at the thought. You feel an incredible happiness at the thought of someone else’s happiness. You’re rooting for them as hard as anyone ever could.

“’I hope, someone, someday, finds you and treats you the way you deserve to be treater. That would make me ecstatic. That is what you deserve.’

“And that’s when you know, truly, that you are no longer in love with someone in the traditional sense, but in love with the concept of their happiness.

“And that means you are finally free.”

anikin-deactivated20161105  asked:

I've noticed you mention it quite a bit, so I have to ask what you would recommend to someone who has just finished reading Gone with the Wind and crying over it, and is currently in shambles and doesn't know how to go on with life. I am also curious about what your opinion of Scarlett is, and the general feeling you were left with after reading the book.

Do you want to hear a fun story about Gone with the Wind???

So: once upon a time, my grandmother’s brother–who was a rough-and-tumble, traditionally macho, outdoorsy type of guy–broke his leg and was laid up in bed for weeks. Because his wife got sick of his griping, she grabbed the longest book she could find in the hopes that it would keep him busy and out of her hair, and what was it? Gone with the Wind. So she gives him the book and he complains about how it’s a ‘woman’s book’ and all the usual toxic masculine bullshit, but because she doesn’t have time for that, she just leaves him in there, stuck with the book, and goes about her business. (Because who keeps the world from falling apart? That’s right. The women.)

Anyway, Great Uncle let’s-call-him-Lars is shut up upstairs alllllll day and when Great Aunt let’s-call-her-Mabel goes up to bed after a hard day’s work, she notices that there’s a bookmark stuck in good old Gone with the Wind, about a hundred pages in. Because she’s smarter than Lars is, she doesn’t say anything, but goes to bed with a knowing smirk. Next day, Lars is quiet, and Mabel gets her work done twice as fast, without having to wait on him hand and foot. 

So. For three days this goes on. Then, one afternoon, Mabel hears a crash and a noise of ungodly rage and devastation from the bedroom and races up the stairs, terrified that Lars has fallen out of bed and broken his leg all over again. She throws the door open, and he’s sitting right where she left him. But the book, the goddamn book is on the other side of the goddamn room, just like someone hurled it as hard as they could from the fucking bed. And Mabel looks at Lars and he’s red and sputtering and she says, “What happened?!” And he says, “That book! That bitch Scarlett! That book!” So, Mabel picks the book up off the floor and says “All right, I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would upset you so much. I’ll put it away.” So she does, and goes back to whatever she was doing. 

About an hour later, she hears a voice calling, meekly, from upstairs. “Mabel? Mabel??” So she goes back up, wondering what on Earth is wrong this time. And there’s Lars, red-faced again, squirming in the bed, and she says “What?” and he gets this terrible sheepish look on his face and says, “Can you please bring my book back?”

I never met Great Aunt Mabel, but I hope she laughed for a long, looooong time. 

So, to answer your question, I think you and I and Uncle Lars are probably kind of on the same page. Scarlett’s infuriating–she’s shallow and manipulative and devious. But you also can’t help but admire her, because for all her negative qualities, she’s resourceful and fiery and determined. So you, like Rhett and like Lars, might want to chuck her across the room sometimes, but it’s also pretty likely that you’ll go crawling back.

P. S. In terms of what to read next, I’d try Les Mis or A Tale of Two Cities.