a perfect storm of a year

The real Taylor Swift:

April 23rd 2009-July 10th 2010: The Fearless Tour

The Fearless Tour. Taylor decided to walk through the crowds at her shows, greeting fans of all ages, genders and races because SHE wanted to meet the fans that had been supporting her and helping her reach where she is to this day. After each show, Taylor held a meet and greet called ‘The T-Party’. This was a room where fans could go to eat pizza and meet each other and get to know other people and then get to meet Taylor. Taylor would walk around stadiums and hide behind food bars and then surprise fans in the line. Each night she would walk a number of miles to meet as many people as she could.

February 9th 2011-March 18th 2012: The Speak Now Tour

Much like at the Fearless Tour, Taylor said she wanted to continue walking through the crowds during one of her songs at the Speak Now Tour. Taylor hugged as many people as she could and thanked them for coming. Sometimes Taylor would tell her security to move out of the way and to let her hug more people. Taylor continued her ‘T-Party’ meet and greet. Taylor’s team would walk to different areas of the stadium during the show and hand out free meet and greets to fans who had gone all-out; screaming and dancing the whole time and wearing bold and creative costumes/handmade posters.

September 8th 2012: Ronan

The lyrics to this song are based on a blog she read about a four-year-old boy, Ronan Thompson, who died from neuroblastoma in 2011.Taylor wrote the song by putting together quotes from blog creator Maya Thompson, Ronan’s mother. Thompson is credited as a co-writer of the song. Taylor first performed the song live for Stand Up to Cancer in September 2012, and has only performed it publicly one other time, at the Glendale, Arizona stop of The 1989 World Tour, at which Ronan’s mother was in the audience. All proceeds from sales of the single go to help fight cancer.

2014: 1989 Secret Sessions

In anticipation of the release of her album, 1989 on October 27, Taylor held a series of “1989 Secret Sessions” over the past few weeks at her various homes across America, where carefully-selected fans were told they were attending some sort of secret event, with no knowledge of what was in store for them. When fans arrived they were told to sit in a room together and wait. Taylor then jumped out and surprised them all and they all got to hear her new album before anyone else. Taylor baked cookies and other goods, fans got to meet Taylor’s cat, Olivia Benson Swift, and they danced together and each got to meet Taylor and just hang out.

May 5th 2015-December 12th 2015: The 1989 Tour

At each 1989 concert, before perfoming her song ‘clean’, Taylor gave a 3-4 minute inspirational speech, telling fans to love themselves. This is what Taylor said to the crowd of 60,000 at Hyde Park, London on June 272015: ‘There are people here from all over the world, so if you travelled to be here, thank you so much for coming. And, you know, looking out at you, thinking about the fact that we all come from different places, maybe we all have different accents, we have different hobbies, different backgrounds, whatever. But there’s one thing that we have in common that I know for sure. That thing is that when we feel a great amount of joy, or a great amount of pain, we turn to music. That’s why we’re all at Hyde Park tonight. From talking to you so much, and getting to know you, it’s never been more apparent to me how difficult it is to feel okay about yourself in 2015. Real talk. I mean, every single day we go online – and trust me, I love the internet, okay? Love it – but, every day we go online and we scroll through the highlight reel of other people’s awesome lives. But we don’t see the highlight reel of our awesome lives – all we see is the behind the scenes. We see every single moment, from when we wake up and we’re like “oh, God, not feeling my hair today. Not going to be a good day today for the hair”. We see our doubts, we see our fears, we see our concerns. You are the only one who is inside your brain feeling all of your anxieties and the voices who are telling you that you can’t be who you want to be, or that you’re not who you want to be, or that you want to be more like that other person over there. Let me tell you, people are mean to each other, but no voice is as mean as our own voices are to ourselves. Is it true or is it false? It’s true, right? Okay, so if there’s one thing that you come away from this night remembering, I want it to be this – every day when you look in the mirror, and your mind is telling you all the things you are not – if those things are that you’re not cool enough, you’re not pretty enough, you’re not popular enough, you’re not successful enough, you’re not special, you’re not wanted, you’re not unique – those are not the things you are not. Let me tell you the things you are not. Okay? You are not somebody else’s opinion. That’s what you’re not. You are not going nowhere just because you’re not where you want to be yet. You are not damaged goods just because you have made mistakes in your life. Those are the things you are not. Let me tell you the things that you are. Would you like to hear the things that you are? You are your own definition of beautiful, and worthwhile, and no one else’s definition. You are wiser, stronger, and smarter because you made mistakes in your life, not damaged. And lastly, London, England, you are someone who is probably standing here tonight going through your own battles, fighting your own ghosts, trying to cover your own scars, stressing about your own stresses. But, rather than wallowing in them, you got up, you put on an awesome outfit, and now we’re all standing here together having the best time of our lives at a concert on a Saturday night. I realise that it’s not about being perfect, it’s not about feeling perfect. I think that sometimes it’s just about getting on with things and realising that you’re happy today. That’s all that matters. I just want you to know that one thing I have learned in 25 years, and I’m still learning, is that if you get rained on, you walk through a bunch of storms, life is constantly coming at you – that doesn’t make you damaged. It makes you clean.’


May 5th 2015-December 12th 2015: The 1989 Tour (Loft 89)

At Taylor’s 1989 concerts, she held a meet and greet called ‘Loft 89′ where Taylor, again, could hang out with her fans and dance around with them. Taylor met lots of different people including children with disabilities and illnesses. Taylor made sure everyone had a great time and that everyone was included and treated equally.

Christmas 2014/2015: ‘Swiftmas’

Taylor Swift surprised 13-year-old fan Delaney Clements who was diagnosed with neuroblastoma at the age of seven. Delaney, who is a massive fan of the 26-year-old singer started a campaign to meet Taylor called #TaylorMeetDelaney and on Saturday (19th December) her wish came true. Taylor surprised the family by turning up unannounced and the afternoon was captured on Instagram and Facebook with Delaney and her Mum posting photos. Taylor became so into the idea of ‘Swiftmas’ that she also sent a number of other fans packages of merch and other little presents.

Award acceptance speeches

To any award acceptance speech, there is always something directed to Taylor’s fans. Taylor thanks her fans for everything because she knows that we are such a big part of her life and she wouldnt be where she is now without us.

A very important quote Taylor has said:

Long story short: Taylor is one of those few artists who does nothing but good for her fans and everyone around her yet she gets body shamed and name called everywhere. It really does break my heart. 

Taylor has been there for me through everything and I know that she always will be because she has never failed to make us all smile and to make us all feel better about ourselves, She has made me feel loved and wanted and she has introduced me to some of my bestest friends ever. To me, Taylor Swift is not just an artist, she’s my best friend.

@taylorswift

The Signs as Beautiful Things in the Universe
  • Aries: Two galaxies colliding together, the arms of them tangling up creating a cascade of stars in a bright disarray
  • Taurus: Stardust compressing together to form a new star after years of its clouds making forms you can only hope to identify as shapes
  • Gemini: A light hole and a black hole next to each other, eating and creating spacetime all at once until you cannot tell what is destruction and what is creation anymore
  • Cancer: A solar flare that launches beyond its star system, the threads of an alien sun tangling outer planets as it dances throughout the universe
  • Leo: A storm on a planet with such a radically different atmosphere, that the rain is shaded rainbow and the clouds eternally colored sunset, this hurricane having lasted for over a thousand years
  • Virgo: Sitting atop a rogue planet which does not have a solar system to call home, watching the most perfect view of the stars that has ever been before it finally reaches a star, experiencing the first sunrise in this planet's three-billion year history
  • Libra: Sitting atop a moon that orbits a planet made of diamond, so when the sun lines up, it shines brighter than even galaxies
  • Scorpio: The planets of a system with over a thousand satellites align, seeing one of the few pieces of perfect symmetry in the universe
  • Sagittarius: Sitting on a planet where the rain is made of glass, the gravity being light enough so it won't hurt you when it lands, the sunset reflecting off each of the slow-falling pieces into a cascade of colors
  • Capricorn: Planets that orbit a black hole perfectly, moving slower than the rest of the universe but also meaning they last longer, allowing them to flourish for near eternity
  • Aquarius: Watching a meteor that's been travelling for eons so large it picks up smaller satellites along the way, travelling in an endless vortex across a thousand alien night skies
  • Pisces: The center of a point in the universe where colors unimaginable surround you, the stars highlighting cosmic dust that makes you feel like you're not watching clouds, but celestial titans with no form

so i’ve been making monthly fic recs for a full year now! that’s so insane to think about honestly. thanks for all the support! my first monthly fic rec was for april 2016 and it had 10 fics on it. now they have upwards of almost 30 fics. that’s character development. anyway…

here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of march. I recommend that you read these great fics in april, if you haven’t already. 

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. Perfect Storm (80k)*

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

2. The Night Sky is Changing Overhead (124k)**

Harry is a tattoo artist, Louis is a drama professor, and they meet during an argument at a café.

3. All I Wish Not to Remember (71k)**

What happens when all you had, all you loved, all you held dear is viciously ripped away from you? When your inner core, once filled with love and hope and light, blackens to raw, dark hatred?

What happens when your soul is hopelessly consumed and no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you attempt to shake yourself out, to rid your tormented mind of the opaque feelings that plague you, all you can see, all you can feel, all you can want is…

Revenge.

A modern adaption of The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. A tragic tale of timeless undying love, merciless revenge, and selfless sacrifice.

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I think I just found Chaol Westfall. The name is Batuhan Karacakaya he’s a Turkish actor. He’s 20 years old, yeah 20 years old. He’s ripped af I’m telling you (I stalked his ig don’t judge me I know all of you do this..) plus his hair and his face is perfect for Chaol and you can imagine CHAOL with a beard.

saltkettle  asked:

i wish you would write a fic where Alicia convinces Bitty to star in a film with her while he and Jack are still on the DL. Maybe like, the boy-toy to her James Bond.

For the record, and Bitty would like to be very clear on this, he did not set out to be any kind of actor. He liked talking to his little camera and he liked his youtube channel and, sure, he’d picked up a few tricks of the trade but he was never going to be an actor. Not a real one. Certainly not in a movie

Then came Alicia Zimmermann. 

(Okay, well really, then came Jack Zimmermann but the point stands. This is Alicia Zimmermann’s fault). 

It started during a snow storm over Christmas break during Bitty’s senior year. This storm meant that Bitty’s flight back to Samwell was cancelled and apparently, the actor they had hired to play the small (but speaking!) part of “shy, polite, yet oblivious barista who is caught in the shoot-out but somehow doesn’t realize it” in Alicia Zimmermann’s latest badass female action star spy film. 

“You’d be perfect for it,” Alicia said to Bitty when she heard the news the night before. “Just come in with me tomorrow morning. The director’s a friend. He’ll be fine with it. It’ll be fun.”

Yes, Bitty thought, as he takes a deep breath and prepares to open the door to the limo. It will be fun, she said. Just one day, she said. Maybe two depending on how the stunts go.

Because of course, the director for some reason agreed to this stupid plan and of course, Bitty was too relaxed (too “well this will be fun and then I can go home to my very hot boyfriend”) to be nervous, and, the kicker was that Bitty did have to go in for another two days and that gave him time to bake some pies which the whole crew loved so he’s pretty sure they made the sequence longer and then, in the greatest twist of all, he became a fan favorite

His character, who hummed as he made coffee and managed to drop things and duck right in time to avoid getting shot, was suddenly the subject of conspiracy theories (HE’S REALLY A NATURALLY GIFTED AGENT!! HE WAS JUST PRETENDING TO BE OBLIVIOUS) and was giffed and he thought the whole thing was a bit blown out of proportion by the team who loved to send him any article who mentioned him but fan favorites are important apparently.

And also, he is quite certain Alicia didn’t help. In fact, he is quite certain this is her fault. She is the one who talked about how important it is to have your own career and how you can work your schedule so you are working more during the season so you aren’t just sitting home alone and he was a bit confused, to be honest, because why is she telling him this?? 

Then she finally gives him the news. The script. The contract. 

And it turns out, she had been telling him this because he had been picked up for the sequel. And in the sequel, he is not “clueless Barista.” In the sequel, he is “Newest recruit training under the famous spy, Torri Ford” and he is not so much “in the sequel” as “co-starring in the sequel” and suddenly he has an agent and there are scripts and oh my god, he is becoming a movie star and–

“You ready?” Alicia asks him. She is taller than him even as they are sitting. In her heels, she is going to tower over him. He cannot believe this is his life now. 

“Oh lord,” is all he says. He is about to be on a red carpet

“Come on,” she says and when she grins like that, all sly and mischievous and delighted with his nerves, he wonders why he ever thought it was a good idea to date Jack Zimmermann when both his parents are certifiably insane. “This’ll be fun.”

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I eat at the same restaurant every day for the past 2 years

I’ve heard people on their phones speaking about their passions and fears

I see a couple at table 3 that arrive every Saturday afternoon

Every time they leave I feel like they left too soon

I envy the way he puts his hand on her thigh

And how they look into each other’s eyes

I wish I had their life

I bet I’d make the perfect wife

But instead I’m in this table for one

And keep writing because I’ll never be done

It’s 1:04

They’re out the door

 

The next week comes by and its noon and then…

The perfect couple rolls up again!

At table 3 he pulls out her seat

And she elegantly places the napkin on her lap so neat

The server asks what they want to eat

They ask for a dessert and treat

She’s the perfect woman that I wish to be

But I’m invisible and no one ever notices me

It’s 12:55

They’re up to leave and get close to me as they pass by

 

It’s Saturday again and my hatred is growing stronger

It’s 12:01 and I don’t know if I can wait any longer

Than the golden couple comes in and sits at their usual table

And they look too perfect like their relationship is a fable

They begin to speak but I never heard what they said

I can feel the rush of my veins and my face gets red

It’s 1:09

They’re out after they drink their glass of wine

 

 

The next week approaches and I’m in the table I always sit

There’s a storm and the electricity goes out so there’s many candles lit

It’s 12:04

The couple of the year is just outside the door

I see them arrive with all their coats wet

They enter the restaurant but the weather made them upset

She gets up to hang her soaked coat and I bump into her purposely

But when she turned around I realized she looked like me

It’s 12:28

And they leave not finished with their plate

 

 

It’s next week and it’s 12:15

They aren’t anywhere to be seen

It’s 12:44

They haven’t stepped in the door….

It’s 1:02

I don’t know what to do!

They are not here

Where is the couple of the year?!!!


 

It’s 1:13

They still aren’t anywhere to be seen

I ask the server where the couple is from table 3

“What couple?” He asks me

I shout, “The ones that come every Saturday morning!!!!”

And he insists that there is no couple with a warning

I see blood on my hands and my shirt

But I do not feel hurt

Whose blood could this be?

But I have something more important on my mind to worry

 

 

So I grabbed the phone and yelled at the server to dial them

But he pushed me out the door… and I realized I was in an asylum

The guard holds me down, a needle goes into my skin as I shout

And everything goes dark and I blackout…

 

I wake up, how long has it been?

I try and get up but the room starts to spin

The doctor comes in

He says I’m finally making progress with a grin

I ask him what I’m doing in this place

And the smile gets off his face

 

It’s 11:17

I wish I could take back all the things I’ve seen…

I remember I was working on being a writer

But my dreams turned to ashes as if burned with a lighter

I worked hard and so did she

But she was always better than me…

 

 

It’s 11:26

I tell the doctor there’s nothing left to fix

I remember what I’ve done

I remember how my hatred won

 

 

It’s 11:53

I killed my twin sister in the name of jealousy

She had everything that I wanted

And I had their blood in my hands so she haunted

She came into my head and made me remember like a loon

What had happened to her and her husband at table 3 that Saturday at noon

She showed me the restaurant where I committed my crime

And she made me pay with the price of counting every minute of time

She plays the different days of my feeling of hate

And she’ll make me remember her fate

 

She replays the scenes like a movie in my head

And makes me go through them again and again……

 

It’s noon!

The couple of the year walks in

They laugh at table 3 with a grin

He caresses her hair and kisses her cheek

And their love makes me feel disgustingly weak

They are everything I want to be

But I’m invisible because no one ever notices me

I feel my hatred for them growing inside

But it’s 1:04 and they’re already outside


The next week comes and today is the day

The perfect couple will have their last things to say

It’s 12:04

I hear the tune in the restaurant but I am out by the door

I wait for the perfect couple as they step inside while I wait out with my knife

I go inside and I take their life

She screams I’m her twin and to please have a heart

But I can never be done with what I start

 


She whispers in my head that the memory is my punishment and there’s nowhere I can hide

So she keeps replaying these memories in my mind…

 

 


 

It’s noon……





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Imagine...Playing Truth or Dare

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Summary: Dean and the reader play truth or dare one night after getting stuck due to weather where Dean learns some unfortunate truths about the reader’s love life…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: brief language


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Lots of narratives have been going around about why Hillary lost. Most are placing the blame directly on the candidate herself, ignoring a few key points:

1. Hillary won the popular vote by 3 million votes. Yes. 3 million. To minimize this or not take it into consideration proves you are bias in your analysis of why Hillary lost. You don’t win the popular vote by 3 million if you are a truly bad candidate (Hillary also won every single debate). And for historical reference, Al Gore only won the popular vote by 500,000. Hillary won it by 3 million. 3 million votes is no small feat. You cannot ignore this fact if you want an un-bias analysis of why Hillary lost the election. The last two Republican Presidents lost the popular vote!

Also – both popular vote winners Al Gore and Hillary Clinton were hurt by progressives (Nader and Bernie) who got too comfortable after 8 years of a Democrat in the White House. Our side seems to shoot itself in the foot after 8 years in power. As we learned yet again – every vote counts, especially in the swing states. Because guess what? You can win the popular vote and still lose the election due to the electoral college. Progressives blew it big time for the second time in 20 years and hurt our popular vote winners Al Gore and Hillary Clinton. A cumulative 3.5 million more votes for the Democrats!

2. In U.S. politics, one party usually has power over the White House for only 8 years. Very rarely does a party hold onto the White House longer than 8 years. The last time was when Bush Senior won after Ronald Reagan, but then he quickly lost re-election to Bill Clinton. Democrat Al Gore couldn’t even win after Clinton left us with a surplus and booming economy. This usually happens because the side that isn’t in power tends to rise up, while the side that occupies the White House gets lazy and complicit. From a historical perspective, America was already headed towards a Republican Administration in 2016. Combine that with the racist backlash to Obama, and Trump exploiting the rise of worldwide racist nationalism, it’s no wonder their base turned out and ours didn’t. Remember – under Obama, the Democrats have lost 900 legislative seats nationwide and most of the Governorships and state legislatures, too (in addition to the White House and U.S. Congress). The backlash to Obama has been strong and was bound to hurt us in 2016. Point is – in American politics, very rarely does the same party occupy the White House for more than two-terms. This especially holds true when you combine that with racism and the rise of nationalism working against the first African American President. Conservatives were out for blood after 8 years of Obama, while our side shot itself in the foot by allowing Bernie to run as a Democrat (Nader all over again).

3. Just as in the United Kingdom (Brexit), there has been a worldwide resurgence in a nationalistic white working-class. Trump exploited this in a way Bernie Sanders never could have. Why? Because nationalism is being used to scapegoat immigrants and minorities. The 2016 election truly was an election about which party was going to turn out their base (whites vs. minorities). That’s why Hillary spent her time trying to convince us of the dangers a Trump Presidency posed to minorities. And if we had voted in levels similar to 2008, our base would have triumphed. But a core part of our base was missing – young voters that showed up for Obama but not Hillary. Why? Bernie fucking Sanders. Most of the “Bernie-or-Bust” voters I knew were young male progressives who puked at the thought of ever voting for Hillary. They even called Bernie a “sell-out” when he half-heartedly campaigned for her. What a shame. Because in the face of Brexit, every vote counted. Remember – Trump only won the swing states by a total of 80,000. How many “Bernie-or-Busters” were in the swing states? Seriously – never underestimate angry white men showing up at the polls (Brexit and Trump). Our side is much harder to turn out. That’s why every vote counted. And yes… I’m looking at you, college students!

4. Comey. The momentum the 3rd debate victory produced was lost after the Comey letter. The 3rd debate was the debate where “Nasty Woman” was coined. The closet thing the Hillary campaign came to naturally produced momentum. And it (luckily) came near the end of the election in the final stretch. Hillary was riding high after the 3rd debate domination – 11% polling lead. Everyone thought she was going to win and Nate Silver gave her over a 90% chance of winning. But then came the Comey letter. 

His letter also came after the release of Trump’s “pussy grabber” tape. The media narrative switched from “pussy grabber” to “FBI re-opens Clinton E-mail Probe.” The headlines became anti-Clinton rather than anti-Trump. And in American culture, media momentum is huge. That’s why they call it an “October Surprise.” Late deciding voters heavily broke for Trump due to the Comey letter and that’s what made the difference. 

Hillary ordered a complete analysis of the election and the Comey letter was the only new variable from her 11-point polling bump after the 3rd debate to election day. “Pussy grabber” was old news. “E-mails” became front and center yet again. This is why there is currently an independent review of Comey’s actions as we speak. Official protocol says to never release anything about a case if it may sway an election. Why? Because it might turn out to be false. Just like what happened. Comey ultimately retracted the letter in the final hours of the election, but the damage had already been done. Hillary was finished. Her 11-point debate lead – gone. That’s why there is currently an official investigation into Comey breaking official protocol and swaying the election in Trump’s favor. Once this investigation is complete, I’m sure you’ll be hearing from the Clintons.

5. Sexism. The 2016 election proved a far more qualified woman can still lose to a far less qualified man. Actually, Hillary was the most qualified person (man or woman) to ever run for the Presidency. Any man with Hillary’s accomplishments and qualifications never would have lost. It wouldn’t have even been close. Period.

6. Russian interference. We’ll never know exactly how much Russia swayed the election, but the influx of “fake news” targeting Hillary Clinton definitely had an impact on her public perception, especially in regards to her “trustworthiness.” Putin had a vendetta against Hillary because he held her responsible for the protests he faced after his re-election. He also thought Hillary would be far more aggressive and effective than Obama. He’d rather have a puppet and buffoon as President (Trump) than the brilliant Hillary Rodham Clinton.

7. The media. Hillary’s e-mails were made to seem just as bad as the millions of horrific things Trump did over the course of his 4-times bankrupt career. The false equivalence was mind-boggling. In the pursuit of trying to appear “un-bias” by saying both sides were equally corrupt, they ended up being bias against Hillary and helping Trump win the Presidency. The actual un-bias viewpoint is that nothing Hillary has done is anywhere near the level of deplorable things Trump has done. But the media made Hillary seem just as bad as Trump in order to give the impression that they were being “objective.” 

I truly hope the media did some soul-searching after the 2016 election. Tearing down Hillary and glorifying Trump – giving rise to his “cult-of-personality” has really bitten you in the ass, hasn’t it? Now you have at minimum 4 years of covering a manipulative propaganda artist con-man who just likes to play head games. Have fun!!

8. Republican witch-hunts. Republicans abused their power, which led to 8 separate Benghazi investigations. More investigations than Pearl Harbor, the JFK assassination, and 9/11. Yet Hillary was never found of any wrongdoing and came out victorious after her triumphant 11-hour Benghazi testimony. Unfortunately, after so many fake “scandals,” Hillary’s image had been damaged. Which was the entire point of these fake scandals – even if Hillary isn’t guilty, we can still accuse her of corruption and plant seeds of doubt. But rather than viewing the Republicans as the corrupt ones, manufacturing fake Clinton scandals and wasting tax-payer money, many Americans drank the Clinton hate kool-aid (even progressives).

All of these factors led to the “perfect storm.” Which is why we needed every single vote in every single state. Yet Hillary still managed to win the popular vote by 3 million despite Russian interference, Bernie mania, multiple witch-hunts by Republicans, 11-hour Benghazi testimony, sexism, a media hell bent on false equivalency, a rise in worldwide racist nationalism, one party historically only occupying the White House for 8 years, and the devastating Comey letter. 

3 million more votes. Despite it all. A majority of Americans agree with our vision and our values. By the millions. And that’s not even taking into consideration ID laws and voter suppression of minorities, which greatly decreased the amount we won by.

“But, you know, then at the end, we had the Russians and the FBI deal. She couldn’t prevail against that. She did everything else and still won by 2.8 million votes.

The finest vote counter in America is Nate Silver. He told you what costed the election.” ~President Bill Clinton

A political icon and legend. Was going for round 3 in the White House. And we all know she ran it the first two times.

It’s in the name of the island, at first. “Nobody knows quite how to pronounce it,” your dad laughs. Your friend and you laugh too. It doesn’t quite reach your bellies. It’s in how none of the day sailors stay the night at the dock. It’s in the sunset, where the sky looks like it’s melting and sun lingers far too long on the horizon. It’s in the old hermit’s cabin, who people swear is there but you’ve searched the whole island and not seen it. It’s in the old hermit himself, who they say vanished one day and was never seen again. They say it was a storm. People don’t just vanish. They never found him or his boat, no wreckage or anything. Those on other islands don’t look you quite in the eyes when they tell you. There are no other people anywhere. The seals sunning themselves have slightly too human eyes. It’s in the old growth forest, undisturbed for hundreds of years. It’s in an arch of trees that are far too perfect, and when you look the next day it’s gone. It’s in how your friend and you walk around the island, done in ten minutes when it took an hour to row around. “It’s because we’re inland farther,” you tell yourself. It’s almost believable. It’s in how you feel eyes watching you in the wood, and you make eye contact with your friend and walk a little faster. You don’t run. You never run. It’s in was that mud patch there before. It’s in when you reach the dock and were the planks that old before. Isn’t the tide supposed to have changed. Your friend jokingly asks if you were replaced by a changeling behind her back. You laugh. She still asks you a question, just to make sure. You have a notoriously bad memory. What was the answer again. You see the fear in her eyes when you fail to answer. She asks a different one, and you both pretend the relief is not very, very real when you answer correctly. It’s in when you row back to the boat and your dad asks if you’re planning on going to the island because you need to leave soon. You tell him you’ve already gone and come back. He laughs and remarks that time flies. He looks at his watch and you see his eyes go grave. It’s in how later, you comment that time felt like it was on pause while you were there. Everyone agrees. It’s in how exactly when you leave, a tour boat full of people goes into the cove. You wave to them. Funny how when you look back a little later you can’t see them. You thought the boat was taller than the cliffs. It’s in how you only relax when you have an ocean of salt and running water and iron-filled fishes’ blood between you and the island. What was it’s name again.

What I’m saying is maybe it’s not the fair folk. Maybe it’s a type of distant relative. What I’m saying is if that’s a single island, what’s a school. What I’m saying is you’re never prepared.

Inspired by Elsewhere University and one very strange visit to a particular island in the San Juan

Werewolf Girlfriend (Rosie)

Let us rejoice for we finally have a werewolf girl to throw into the pile of werewolves from Hearthway Hallow! This is a commission for @kungphooey and not to worry, there is more to come.

   You had been traveling for a few days now. You were asked to travel around and take photos of some landmarks and of the forests in the south-east. It was your first week though that you noticed your car was beginning to make a strange noise. A couple of days after that the noise was getting worse and harder to ignore.

   It shouldn’t have been a surprise to you when your car rattled, thunked, and slowed to a stop by the edge of the road. Opening the trunk proved no help to you. As smoke billowed out and you tried to understand the mechanics class you took in high school, nothing happens.

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My Favourite HoTS Hanzo quotes 👌

“It is not enough that I should succeed. Others should fail”

“When in doubt, put a bow on it”

“Every year I sneak into Shimada castle to honour my fallen brother, you’d think at this point the clan would just close the gate”

“Revenge is never a straight line, it’s a forest. And like a forest it can be most enjoyable”

“Sine of x equals cosine of pi over 2 minus x, simple trigonometry”

“They say that ‘perfect’ is the enemy of good. So i guess I am a villain after all… *Haughty laughter*”

“Crossbows…*scoff*, toys for children”

“Either be silent OR START MAKING SENSE”

(The rest of them)

Top 25 Larry Fics of 2017

I did this post for 2016 and got a great response! 

I read a lot of fic and the majority of it is larry. I like making lists and I like larry so I thought I’d do some minimal research of the top 25 larry fics published/completed in 2017 in order of least to most kudos (with links). All of these fics are top notch so you should all check them out!

25.) Little Cub by aace1234 (68k)

Harry is head of the underground, he’s ruthless, possessive, feared and powerful.

Louis is a student, his dad works for Harry but Louis has no idea about the underground world.

What happens when Louis Dad causes trouble and Harry kidnaps Louis for revenge.

24.) Resist Everything Except Temptation by @domestic-harry (100k)

The lethargic sound of heels clicking against wood resonated across the sea. Footsteps descended the staircase, every assured step creating a menacing aura as it grew closer. Perspiration gathered along Louis’ palms as the rhythmic sound halted in front of him.

“Captain,” Malik greeted.

Louis watched out of his peripheral as Malik’s boots shuffled back a few steps. Sweat matted the hair along the nape of Louis’ neck as he waited for something to happen. He felt as if a sharp blade was twisting his gut as the silence became tangible.

There was a metallic slide of a sword being pulled out of its sheath, the sound startling Louis out of his cocoon of sterile shock. His shoulders jumped as the tip of a blade flattened underneath his jaw. Louis’ distorted reflection stared back at him in the polished metal. Engraved rose petals twisted his appearance as they crawled up the length of the sword. The sword lifted and took Louis’ chin with it.

Standing in front of Louis was Captain Styles.

OR

The one where Louis is the commodore’s son who is forced to become a part of Harry’s crew when he is captured.

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❝  Is it true what you said? ❞

Plot: You and Taehyung are best friend but both have feelings for each other. You try to move on and he sees you on a date, becoming jealous and making a scene in front of everyone. 

Pairing: TaehyungxReader

Words count: 2,9k

Genre: Angst/Fluff in the end

For anon, I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥


Your bed never seemed so soft. After days of grueling work, you were finally free to rest. To enjoy the tranquillity of your room, the silence caused by the absence of another human in the house, the lukewarm air that entered the window slightly open in that windy June’s night.  

“Y/N”  

Your best friend voice didn’t surprise you, but you simply slipped on the bed making him space and making a small but amused smile when you felt the mattress sinking next to you.  

The only person you could endure despite the fatigue was just Taehyung. So much so that he had his own keys to your house and could enter at any time. His presence relieved any pain, physical and emotional, from the day you were met.  

And when you realized that you started having feelings for him, you started to be even more tied to him. Despite the pain of not being more than his best friend, staying close to him was the only thing you wanted.  

“Heavy day?” He inquired, lifting your head and letting his arm pass under it, “I see it from your dark circles”  

“Being a nursing intern is quite stressful, Tae. Why are you here? No rehearsals or music awards to attend to..? ”  

“No, nothing. So I thought we could spend some time together.. What do you say? ” He asked and you were too tired to notice his hopeful tone.  

Or the way he looked at you; or the way he only smiled at you. The truth was that Taehyung loved you for more than a year, in the shadows and in total silence. And it had been the night of that violent storm, in which completely drenched you were presented in front of the door of his dorm, who had understood how much he really loved you and not just as a best friend.  

He began to caress your hair, letting the long tapered fingers slip through them and enjoying the murmur of appreciation that began to slip your lips; those lips which many times he had desired to capture with their own, from time to time.  

“I’d say it’s perfect Tae, I miss you.”  

In your words, there was something hidden, that “I miss you” was worth much more than what others could seem but every so often you felt the need to let you go, admit aloud that you really missed him, even though he had never been “yours.” Opening your eyes, you turned your face and watched him, his features still incredibly delicate and eyes softened by feelings that you couldn’t decipher.  

“Why are you blushing?” You wondered, noticing his slightly colored pink cheeks.  

“I’m hot,” he lied shamelessly, biting slowly his plumpy bottom lip without moving away from his gaze; “You are not hot..?”  

“If you’re hot why are you stuck to me..? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Tae. ”  

“Because it’s comfortable, believe me.”  

Smiling, despite being a tired smile, you turned completely towards him, laying on your side. You put your hand onto his side, just squeezing your fingers so that you had a better grip, slipping towards him and letting him turn on his side too.  

There was no need for a lot of words between you two and it was one of the things you loved most about your relationship. He understood you, but at least in one thing, he had many gaps. Understand how much you were totally and completely in love with him.  

He surrounded your side with his arm, then starting to slide his hand lightly up and down your back while you rested your forehead against his chest and indulged in the luxury of savoring his scent.  

“I wonder when Gucci will call you.. I think you’re financing the whole brand. ”  

He giggled, drawing you even more against his body and your legs collided, so he slipped one among yours letting them intertwine almost to perfection.  

“More or less.. Do you mind? In short, you are a Dolce and Gabbana trash. ”  

“Always Italian brands, dummy.”  

And without noticing, you both fell asleep. The one in the arms of the other.  

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We are all doomed to repeat the mistakes of our parents

Pricefield fans will kill me. So maybe don’t read.

Just a small note after a long discussion tonight.

Joyce and William were meant for each other. After all those years of marriage they were still crazy in love.
Then William died. His death was stupid, unnecessary and meaningless. 
It was devastating for Joyce, mentally and physically. She picked David, who cared about her, even if he was’t perfect though and their relationship not that fierce.
Joyce will always remember William. He will be always her love of her life.

Chloe and Rachel were meant for each other. They had only two years of relationship, probably built on dreams, arguments and shitload of passion, but it was two amazing years. 
Then Rachel died. Her death was stupid, unnecessary and meaningless. 
It was devastating for Chloe, mentally, physically and beyond. She tended to self destruction, torn between suicide and desperate search for her beloved. 
Max came back to her life out of nowhere, just like David randomly appeared at “Two Whales” ordering a breakfast. Max cared about Chloe, she wasn’t perfect though and their relationship not that fierce.
Chloe will always remember Rachel. She will be always her love of her life.

Yeah, now you can all kill me for comparing Max to David. 

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So happy to finally get a nice and fun photo shoot! I really loved how cool and futuristic the skybridge looked and felt it was a perfect spot for my buddies Christian and Mike for their Titanfall 2 pilots and for me to show off some of the clothes I’ve gotten in the past year. I really love how the lighting works with my leggings and shoes.

Titanfall 2 pilots made and worn by Christian and Mike of svetgaming

Photo edits done by Christian of svetgaming

Photos taken by John on Mike’s phone

Stuff I’m wearing:

Helmet: Rex F-20 by machine56
Jacket: Storm Warrior by machine56
T-shirt: Kojima Productions official shirt
Leggings: Hexxer Mono by @dustrial-inc
Shoes: They’re kids shoes from wal-mart in their Op brand

anonymous asked:

Shy Derek fics?

Noteworthy by joanc24

“You did WHAT?”

“I told Stiles he’s cute.” He can feel his face flushing as he fully admits, “Well, not exactly.”

“Derek.” He hated that tone, that ‘you better tell me everything before I punch you’ tone.

“I wrote it in his notebook!”

Possibili(tea) by dragon_temeraire

Stiles might have a crush on his co-worker, who always brews him amazing tea.

Big Spoon by Emela

If there is anything Stiles has learned from being forced to watch romantic comedies with Lydia since Freshmen year, it’s that when you begin to fall for someone, it usually starts with their smile. Or their eyes. Or even their ass. What all those hours do not prepare him for is falling head over- why-am-I-getting-a-boner-from-this- heels because of a blush.

A Perfect Storm by keeperofstoriesqueenofday

The first time Derek sees him is on the Subway.

The fifth time Derek spots him, the boy has a split lip and an angry alpha threatening him.

(OR: Where Scott is a really bad boyfriend and Derek ends up being Stiles’ hero)

Only You by Emela

Derek does his best to get out of the party, but despite his best efforts Erica somehow manages to convince him anyway. (The fact she mentions that Stiles Stilinski is going to be there, probably in tight jeans, is irrelevant.)

Derek finds himself roped into a game of ‘Truth or Dare’ at a party and is dared to kiss Stiles.

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Friends With Benefits: Bill Skarsgard... Chapter 5

Originally posted by theunusualcaseofv

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

A few weeks had passed since the almost incident at Bill’s house and neither of us had mentioned it, it was like it had been completely forgotten about or both of us were just too nervous to bring it up.

Work had been pretty hectic but we both still made time for each other, infact there wasn’t a night that we weren’t together. We were still being intimate with each other, that definitely hadn’t stopped.

The sly encounters in Bill’s trailer, or me waking up to him beneath my sheets, working magic with his mouth. Life was better than ever and I didn’t regret this deal one bit, even if the almost kiss was playing on my mind.

I just couldn’t shake off the feeling that it was more than just a friendly kiss, or the type we share when Bill has me on his kitchen counter and his literally pounding away for dear life.

We were currently out for dinner, savouring our only day off of the week. Bill had driven out to Beverly Hills and made reservations at a nice restaurant, nothing fancy though, neither of us liked anything like that.

We had a cosy little table at the back of the restaurant, a booth with red leather seats that were an absolute dream to sit on.

“Kevin says we only have one more scene to touch on and then it’s a wrap.” Bill grinned, glancing at me over his menu.

“Yeah, he mentioned it to me. I can’t lie, I’m pretty excited to leave him behind.” I chuckled, breathing a sigh of relief at having some time off before someone else was asking me to work on their set.

“Time seems to be flying by, November’s coming.” Bill motioned to the scenery outside, there were a few trees that were shedding their orange leaves and the sky was getting darker at the year progressed before us.

“You mean, Christmas is coming. Speaking of Christmas, you heading to Sweden this year?” I asked, the question had been playing on my mind for a few days now.

“Nope.” He smiled, causing me to raise an eyebrow.

“Bill.. all your family is over there. You need to spend Christmas with them, it’s not right.”

“Yeah, and your here. I’m not leaving you alone at Christmas, it’s not like your waste of space family are gonna be knocking at the door bearing gifts galore. And correction, Alexander and Gustaf are over here for Christmas.” He retorted, closing his menu and causing me to let out a sigh.

I knew I wasn’t going to talk him out of staying and truthfully, I wanted him here. Last year he was in Sweden for four days over Christmas and it absolutely sucked not seeing him, even though he flew back over on boxing day and surprised me with festive flowers and a beautiful necklace from Tiffanys.

I was just about to thank him for his generosity and kindness when the waiter came over to take our orders.

“What can I get for you both?” He asked, his accent thick and I guessed he was probably from Italy.

“Just the pasta arrabiata, please.” I replied, handing him my menu as Bill did the same.

“And for you, sir?”

“I’ll have the same, thank you.”

The waiter left us alone in silence, informing us there would be a short wait for our food.

“So… wanna sneak out back?” Bill suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You’ve got no chance.” I retorted, taking a sip of water that had been filled when we were seated.

“It was worth a try, maybe later.” He shrugged, causing me to roll my eyes.

“Do you ever regret starting this?” I blurted out, motioning between us.

“Not at all, it’s been great fun and I think it’s actually made us closer, weirdly enough.”

“I guess you’re right.” I smiled, poking at his hand.

Bill had a quick reaction and grabbed my hand in return and I admit it startled me for a moment, it also confused me when he didn’t let my hand go, he merely laced our fingers together like it was nothing.

It didn’t feel wrong at all, I loved the feeling of his skin against mine, it was my absolute favourite when we were being intimate.

His skin was incredibly soft, so perfect and so comforting.

Everything about Bill was comforting to me including his smell, the sound of his voice and even the small scar that lay on his cheek.

It was no secret that my life had been a shit storm these last few years, but becoming best friends with Bill had made me forget all that, he’d given me a purpose, a reason to strive.

I could feel his gaze on me and I watched his jaw tense, almost like he was about to say something but withheld from doing so.

I frowned, but once again as I was about to question him, the waiter delivered our food to the table, making us pull our hands back from each other.

Bill thanked the waiter and we both began eating, I picked at the food on my plate, suddenly finding myself without an appetite.

I pushed the food around my plate, not particularly aware of my surrounding anymore, only my thoughts.

“You okay?” He asked, finishing a bite of his pasta.

“Yeah, just tired.” I smiled weakly, putting my fork down, the thought of eating made me slightly nauseous with everything that was swirling around in my head.

“Mmm…” Bill’s eyes narrowed and I should have known better than to lie, he knew me better than I knew myself.

“Don’t start.” I begged, knowing that I was about to be the recipient of his twenty questions.

“Fine… for now.” He replied, taking one last bite of his food and wiping his mouth.

He didn’t mention anything more on the matter, even after we’d left the restaurant and were back in his car.

“Can I take you somewhere? I’m not ready for the night to be over.” He wondered, and I just shrugged.

“Sure, but where?” I questioned in return, only to be met with a devious smile.

“You’ll see.” was all he replied as he started the engine, turning out of the parking space he was in.

The journey was filled with the sound of the stereo. we only made small conversation.

We passed a few destinations, but not one of them was where he stopped.

Around half an hour later we were descending up a steep road, with tall oak trees on either side.

“Where are we?” I questioned, slightly anxious as to where he was taking me as it had gotten dark within the time of our journey.

“You’ll see.” He repeated, shooting me a look.

I rolled my eyes and slumped back into my seat, fiddling with the seat belt.

I was intensely distracted by looking into my lap and messing with the material of the seat belt, that I didn’t even notice we’d stopped moving and that Bill had pulled up.

I frowned at him before he nodded his head to the direction of the windscreen and I turned to face out of the glass.

What met my eyes astounded me, it was incredible.

We were parked ontop of a tall hilltop, staring out over the city, where lights illuminated the sky and revealed the stars to us.

I couldn’t help but basically throw my seat belt off and jump out of the car, closing the door behind me with a dull thud.

I walked round the front of the car and looked up, searching the stars for an answer to my problems.

“Sit.” Bill ordered from where he’d followed me out of the vehicle and perched onto his bonnet, patting the space next to me.

I complied and took a seat, leaning into his side.

We sat in silence for awhile, just taking it all in.

I didn’t want to ask how he knew this place  because I already had a pretty good idea and I had no interest in thinking about any other girls he’d bought here, but I knew this time with myself held a different purpose.

The view from the hilltop was incredible, the stars were bright and the dark sky was clear.

I was in awe but I still couldn’t focus on the scenery fully, I was too invested in my thoughts.

“You seem distracted.” Bill commented, hopping down from the bonnet, pushing my legs apart and standing between them with his hands on my waist.

I let out a sharp laugh and it was followed by a sigh, I placed my hands over his.

I knew he was searching me for answers but part of me wanted to withhold my feelings, like they were my darkest secrets.

“I’ve got alot on my mind, I guess.” I managed to reply, meeting his curious stare.

“Like what?”

I shook my head and let out a deep breath.

“This thing we have going on…” I murmured, motioning between us.

“What about it?” He pressed, frowning.

“It just doesn’t feel like friends with benefits anymore, it feels like friends with feelings.” I confessed and I heard him take an intake of air before he answered me.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“It’s an unplanned thing, Bill. When we started this I told you it’d get weird, and it has. That night at your place, when were having pizza… it was confusing.”

“Mya, are you trying to tell me that you have feelings for me?” He inquired, not letting his eyes leave mine.

There was a pause.

“I think so.” I finally admitted, not only to Bill, but to myself too.

“You need to stop being so afraid of your feelings, you might shock yourself if you gave them a chance.”

“It’s not that simple, Bill. I told you that I couldn’t lose you, you’re practically my whole world and I’m not ready to let go of that. It’s fucking terrifying to me, the thought of waking up everyday without you lying next to me or without a stupid message you’ve sent me.” I asserted, dropping my hands from his and into my lap, pulling on the edge of my smock dress that lay on top of my tights.

“And what if you didn’t have to lose me? What if in fact you had all of me… and I had all of you? What if I completely fancied the pants off you and wanted you to be mine?” He questioned, taking my breath away and make my brow furrow.

I was speechless, he’d left me without any words.

His hands tightened on my waist and he pulled me closer to him and I couldn’t help but drink in his warmth, my biker jacket not quite shielding me from the cold breeze.

“You know, I think your car is abit expensive to be sat on and not in.” I spoke,  motioning to the black vehicle beneath me.

“Your car cost way more than mine, and don’t change the subject.” He demanded, referring to my Audi Q3.

“Bill… I really can’t talk about this now, it’s too difficult and to be quite frank, it messes with my head.” I professed.

Bill let out a groan.

“Fine, if that’s what you want then I won’t push it. But I promise you that I won’t drop this, we’ll have to talk about it sooner or later.” He shrugged, moving his hands under my thighs and lifting me up, causing me to let out a squeal.

I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist also hooking my arms around his neck, feeling the back of his hair with my fingers.

“Please don’t keep anything from me again.” He begged, looking up at me with an expression that almost broke my heart.

“I promise, and I swear we’ll talk about things soon, just not yet.” I replied, resting my forehead against his.

A heap of truth had been spilled out into the night and I was scared shitless for when the time came that we had to talk about it.

I was still processing the fact that Bill had basically just admitted that he liked me and it seemed like I never was going to believe it.

That night, once we’d gotten back to Bill’s place after our detour to the top of the hill, we laid in bed together in only our underwear.

We were facing each other, lay on our sides. One of Bill’s hands was lay on my thigh under the sheets and my head rested on his other arm that was under me.

I stroked at his smooth jaw, feeling it clench underneath my touch.

“I meant everything I said to you tonight.” He said softly, tickling the skin on my thighs, trailing down to the back of my knee where he pulled me closer, like he couldn’t get enough.

I nodded and bit my lip, running two fingers over his perfect pout.

“I believe you.”


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- Soooooooo….. whatcha think? 

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How Hurricane Harvey’s Record-Setting Rainfall Is Happening Right Now

“The worst-case scenario for a storm is where it develops in the ocean, strengthens as it moves over land, and then migrates to make landfall right where the directions of the prevailing winds change: at around 30 degrees latitude. The greatest flooding and devastation occurs when the storm either remains stationary, right on a coastal area for a long time, or when it moves along a coastal region, constantly being fed by the ocean waters as it does so. Houston, Texas, is located right at 29.8° N latitude, right by the gulf coast; it is at the right location, unfortunately, to experience this perfect type of storm. ”

As I write this, the gulf coast is currently being battered by Hurricane Harvey, with a few locations already having accumulated more than three feet of rainfall. This storm shows no signs of letting up anytime soon, as it’s forecast to remain roughly where it is for days to come. This is being billed as a 500-year-storm, but the truth is far scarier and more sobering: this should be exactly what you’d expect for a city located where Houston is. The way hurricanes form, along with other tropical storms, is when fast-moving winds occur over high-temperature ocean waters. As global temperatures have increased, so have the severity of hurricanes. When one of them makes landfall and rises in latitude, the critical transition occurs at 30° north or south of the equator, where the prevailing winds change direction. As Hurricane Harvey sits right on that boundary, it seems poised to remain where it is for up to a week, potentially leading to even more catastrophic flooding than occurred during Hurricane Katrina.

The science is sound, robust, and legitimate, but the disaster is real and going on right now. Sadly, the worst may still be yet to come.