and her need for the truth

After mulling it over, I honestly don’t even know who of my two children is breaking my heart most.

Is it Killian, and the way he desperately wanted to tell Emma the truth, but physically (and canonically) couldn’t bear to hurt his love when she was so happy?
Is it Emma, walls-down, wants-to-marry-a-pirate-desperately Emma, who went from the happiest we’ve ever seen her to the saddest we’ve ever seen her in the span of a single episode?
Is it Killian, and the way he just needed someone to talk to, and the fact that he had to go all the way down the list to Nemo to get to someone who would stop and listen?
Is it Emma, and the way she forgave Killian instantly for killing her grandfather, believed there was nothing to forgive, because she knows he’s a changed man?
Is it Killian, always-perfect-with-words Killian, who literally spluttered Emma’s name as she was yelling at him in the saddest tone he’s ever used?
Is it Emma, and the way she had unwavering faith in their relationship, and was 100% confident that they would get through this if he’d just leaned on her and confided in her sooner? (omfg, the beauty in that)
Is it Killian, who is literally still a lost boy, desperately trying to find self-worth so that he can be the man he wants to be? That he wants to be for Emma?
Is it Emma, who had the guts to give back her engagement ring and break her own heart while still having faith in Killian and what they have?
Is it Killian, who realized that running is not the answer, and that Emma was right, and that they’d work through this together, because they are True Love?
Is it Emma, standing in the dark, made to believe that she’s been abandoned, again? That she’s lost her most precious of things, again? That she’s alone, again?
Is it Killian, trapped on the Nautilus, paralyzed with anguish over what Gideon’s plan is, terrified that he may never see Emma again? That she may die, believing that he abandoned her? 

Guys. This is too much. Like I see people taking sides, like they’re mad at Emma for giving back the ring or daring to believe he would abandon her, or they’re mad at Killian for proposing or for almost leaving without saying goodbye. But how could we be mad at either of them? All I see is two broken-hearted people physically incapable of making things right, due to the current circumstances. And that is fucking heartbreaking. My. Babies. 

anonymous asked:

Hi there! You're so talented with your songs and it seems like you have a lot of inspiration to spare. If you ever needed/wanted a prompt during this silly hiatus, how about a bughead Southside serpent!au ? One of them is a serpent, one isn't. Could be pretty interesting to write!

Oooohhhhh, good one! Let’s make Betty a bad girl!
***
She shifted uncomfortably in the heavy leather jacket that was draped over her shoulders, her unruly blonde hair flying every which way, she hated this part, the waiting, the suspense.

Betty Cooper was hardly ever asked to participate in Drug deals, although she was a serpent they all knew better than to put her in those situations, unfortunately for her F.P had practically begged her, they needed leverage and everyone trusted the tiny little blonde with the sea green eyes.

Truth be told, Betty would do anything for their fearless leader, he had taken in her in when she turned fifteen, set her up in her very own trailer, she had responsibilities of course, take care of the children, make sure everyone was fed and if it came down to it, she had to be ready to fight. She was eighteen now and she loved each and every one of the serpents, especially F.P.

She could still remember the day she ran into the older man, school backpack on her shoulder and tears running down her cheeks, she hadn’t even realized she had ended up in the trailer park until he led her into his kitchen, slid a half empty bud light towards her and let her tell him everything.

Her parents wanted to send her away to the nuthouse, they thought she was crazy. She had been so caught up in school work and her infatuation with Archie she had become spacey and distant, that was enough for her parents and they were ready to ship her off. She found her bags packed by her door when she came home from school one day and her parents sitting on the couch, she turned right around and never looked back, she filed for emancipation and has lived in the trailers ever since.

She never got the chance to tell her friends, Joaquin told her it was better to just leave it, like ripping off a bandaid, they would be sad but they would move on. Joaquin was her best friend, he kept all of her secrets and she had been there for him when he cried on her shoulder after his breakup with Kevin, claiming it was too dangerous to be involved with a serpent and he wanted Kevin safe.

That brought her back to today, the long haired boy brushed a hand over her shoulder, an unspoken rule they had. When one or the other looked nervous they would brush each other’s shoulders, unspoken moral support.

“You’re short.” F.P barked, dropping the bag with the money and moving dangerously close. The man on the other side seemed surprisingly unphased by the gang, he had his own group of people and they were all smiling wickedly.

“Oh are we? Perhaps we can offer you something else? I heard you’ve been missing your son. What’s the boys name “Jughead” ? We can deliver him to you.“

Betty stiffened and moved to stand beside her leader.

No. No one was going to hurt Jughead. No matter what’s

F.P had the balding man by the collar and was pushing him so hard Into the wall Betty feared for the bricks.

"You keep my sons name out of your mouth, you fat bastard or I swear to god money will be the least of your problems.” He growled.

Betty had heard the story of Jughead and his father. at first she had been hesitant to believe the older man, she cared about Jughead more than anything and this was the man who had caused him the most damage, but when F.P broke down one night, downing his entire flask of vodka and crying “he’s my son, I just wanted to make it okay, I love him. Jellybean got sick, I had to pay the hospital bills, there was no other way. I’m in it now, I’m in it for life, he doesn’t get it, this is my family too.” She had felt her heart break for the broken family, it seemed like he had lost something to the Andrews as well, while Betty lost her heart F.P lost his son. Jughead was not living with Archie and his father and when F.P came back to the park especially angry, it was a sure sign he had seen the “extended family” at pops.

The fat bald man put his hands up as the serpents prepared to take on the rest of the group, Betty laced up her combat boots tight, and stepped forward in her denim shorts.

“Woah, woah. Keep it cool. We have the money, we were just making sure it was an even trade.pass it over Bruce.”

Suddenly a heavy duffle bag was thrown into Betty’s arms as “Bruce” eyed her for a little too long causing one of the older men in the serpents named Hause to growl, Hause was everyone’s favorite uncle, he was funny but absolutely terrifying.

Betty counted out the money and nodded toward F.P “it’s all here.”

F.P released the man from the wall and smiled goofily “pleasure doing business with you, well keep in touch.” He threw a lethal glare at the man and hopped onto his motorcycle. Betty followed suit, getting on Joaquin’s, the duffel bad draped over her shoulders.

As soon as they hit the trailer park gates, Betty sensed something was wrong, it was in the air and it made her anxious.

Joaquin grabbed her hand and helped her off the bike, “F.P is wearing the same face as you, do you two know something I don’t” he whispered in her ear.

She rolled her eyes as a shiver shook her spine
Smiling she shrugged “I don’t know there’s just something in the ai….” she was cut off when her eyes connected with the one and only

“Jughead? What are you doing here son? Is everything okay?” Jugheads father approached him but he never took his eyes off Betty. If the world would swallow her up right now she would be eternally grateful.

Shaking himself slightly Jughead turned to his father, his eyes still glancing at Betty, jaw lightly slack

“Yeah, I uhhh. I wanted to talk, I brought dinner, I figured.. I’m sorry what the hell? Betty?” Jughead shoved the bag of food he was holding into his dads arms and made his way over to Betty, she glanced at Joaquin for help but he was slowly backing away with his hands up, this was her fight and he wasn’t going to get involved.

Joaquin knew the feelings Betty harbored for the youngest Jones boy, she had kept them hidden putting all her time into Archie because he was safe and she had thought he was certain, shows how much she knows.

“Jughead” she whispered softly.

“Betty Cooper?” He asked awestruck, she looked so different, gone was the skintight ponytail replaced by long messy honey blonde curls that reached a little above mid back, her normal sickly pale skin was now a golden tan with a few oil stains, she had replaced her pink and blue cardigans for a leather jacket and her bright green eyes didn’t seem so sad. She looked amazing “ it’s been three years? Where have you been? What are you doing Here? You didn’t tell anyone, any of us not even Veronica.”

Betty felt her heart ache at the mention of her once best friend, she nodded at Jughead “okay ill explain everything, let’s head to my trailer okay?”

“Your trailer? You live here?” Jughead asked, his eyes wide as she led him away, throwing F.P a reassuring nod. He put ten fingers up and raised a brow, he meant that he would be coming over in ten minutes to make sure everything was okay. She nodded again.

As soon as they reached her trailer she put the key in the lock and let him in. He looked around, it was purely Betty, none of her parents influence, just Betty’s. there were flowers and picture frames, children’s toys scattered about the center and cookies and pies lined her kitchen table, it was warm and candles were everywhere, clothes were piled in a hamper and shoes were neatly lined up by the door. He drew his eyes back to Betty and she was wringing her
Fingers

“I know it’s not much, but it’s home” she shrugged

“It’s great, I mean.. it’s really nice.. Betty. What happened?” He asked gently, turning to face her fully.“

Sighing she nodded towards the center of the room, where a comfortable couch was littered with soft blankets and squishy pillows, he made himself comfortable and instantly felt at home, that was the Betty Cooper affect he supposed.

She took a seat beside him and began, telling him everything about her parents, his father, her jobs, Joaquin. By the time she was finished she was exhausted, crying and thoroughly starving.

"So that’s it, that’s why I ended up here, that’s why I couldn’t tell anyone. It was just easier.” She slid off her leather jacket and headed towards the kitchen table. Bringing back a tray of cookies she sat down and offered him one, although he was still slightly in shock at all he had heard he was never one to to turn down food, as she placed the plate on the little table, he gripped her wrist, his fingers running gently over the little S tattoo in the shape of a snake.

“I understand why you’re here, you did what you had to do, I understand that. I’m happy you found a place to be yourself, I wish I could have been a part of it, I should have seen what they were doing to you, maybe I could have prevented everything, I don’t know, but you’re happy now, I can see that and that’s all that matters, I don’t care that you’re a serpent, this is part of you and I like every part of you, good and bad. Now that I know, you’re not gonna be able to keep me away you know that right?” Jughead said softly moving her hand to his chest, And smiling

Taking a deep breathe Betty sighed happily, dropping her forehead to his

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you Jughead.”

He smiled, his nose brushing hers

“No Bets, you don’t know how much IVE missed you.”

Opening her eyes, she found herself lost in his stormy blue oceans, he was moving closer and she moved her mouth to his, just as their lips were about to meet the door slammed open to reveal F.P. Standing in the doorway his eyes wide

“Dad!” Jughead groaned

“Woah! I’m sorry, it was too quiet, I’ve been waiting outside the door. I’ll go! I’ll go! You kids carry on.” He moved to walk away before popping his head in again “but don’t carry on too much.” He warned with a jokingly stern eyebrow wiggle.

Jughead groaned again, dropping his head to Betty’s shoulder as she erupted in giggles before grabbing his hand

“Come on Romeo, I think you’re dad wants to talk to you.”

okay but, maggie finally has someone who will fight for her?? alex literally went and tracked down her ex to stand up for maggie. and then she learned that maggie lied and she wasn’t upset. alex knows maggie so well that she knew she kept the truth from her out of fear. maggie is so used to having people she loves reject her, having them tell her she’s not good enough, that there’s something wrong with her. so she keeps them at a distance. and alex absolutely will not allow that. she wants every single part of maggie, she wants to truly know her, and show her that she’s worthy of love. in the beginning, alex was the scared one in the relationship. but now that things are serious, maggie is the one who is going to need reassurance, and alex is going to be there every step of the way making sure she feels safe and loved.

Aphrodite's Birthday Event
  • Jaehee: Good evening. So is everyone here? Shall we start the meeting for the coming special RFA event?
  • Jumin: Well everyone except Zen, Seven and Nana.
  • Devlyn: That's because we got Seven to secretly block Zen from this conversation and keep him busy. Nana is working beside me so I will relay her messages.
  • Yoosung: Hooray!! Another birthday event! This time it is my turn to give!
  • Saeran: ...Why am I even here..
  • Jaehee: Because we need you to stand in for Seven and rely the message to him while he is out keeping Zen busy and away from his phone. Only you can contact him with those computer skills without having him open the messenger.
  • Yoosung: and because Saeran is now in the RFA family too! \o/
  • Devlyn: Daww, that's really sweet of you Yoosung.
  • Yoosung: Eh-heh, I'm just speaking the truth <3
  • Saeran: ...
  • Jumin: Flattery is a waste of time and effort, imo. Unless it's to bring in business... or for that special someone only.
  • Devlyn: ...
  • Jaehee: ...
  • Jumin: You're supposed to laugh. It was a joke.
  • Yoosung: Jumin's joke must be on another level, I can't understand it @w@
  • Devlyn: Trust me, you're not the only one.
  • Jaehee: Right. Back to the meeting... So Zen's birthday is coming up, April 1st to be exact, and we've decided to make it an RFA event. Any suggestions?
  • Devlyn: I can almost hear Seven laughing while chanting April Fool.
  • Jumin: Well I can almost hear the amount of gifts and love letters crashing in through the door.... I suggest we hire more security guards for that day.
  • Jaehee: That's just disrespecting his loyal fans! We can't help being passionate about him, especially on the day God gifted us with his birth! ...
  • Jaehee: *cough* carry on. Any more suggestions?
  • Yoosung: It would be nice to open up the mailbox for the guests and fans to send gifts to him! I'm sure he will love it as much as I did!
  • Devlyn: How about an RFA sponsored play where he is given the freedom to choose who he wants to act for his guests?
  • Jaehee: That's a great idea! That way he can shine his brightest! I can already imagine the length of the queue to the ticket booth..
  • Jumin: I still think the best gift would be to send him a group of macho sumo wrestlers as bodyguards.
  • Jaehee: Mr.Han, you know he would definitely find that repulsive...
  • *debate went on and on for a while while Saeran watched, unamused*
  • Saeran: Sigh.
  • Saeran: How about we let the guest choose between Prank or Present? It's April Fools' Day. Let the event guest decide if he will be an April Celebrity or April Fool.
  • Jaehee: ...
  • Jumin: ...
  • Yoosung: ...
  • Devlyn: Nana says PEEERFECT!
Listen. I’ve thought a lot about this. You have a pattern of keeping things to yourself. You hid the truth about Emily, you made her seem like the bad guy. And then, before that, you didn’t tell me what really happened when you came out to your parents and how badly they reacted. You don’t like to talk about you.
So I think that when your parents didn’t accept you, you stopped trusting people that are closest to you. And I totally get that.
But, Maggie… you don’t have to be guarded with me.  Okay?  I’m not here to judge you for things that happened in the past. I am here to help you heal.
—  Alex Danvers, the sappiest sap to ever sap

Mon El has seriously grown so much since he realized he should stop lying to Kara, because she deserves to know the truth. He came back home and told her he spoke to someone, his parents, and he said that. He didn’t keep it from Kara but told the truth and that is totally character development. From the start I knew it was the journey of Mon El to see that the truth is always the best thing for the people closest to you. That if you care about them you don’t keep secrets from them and just be accepting and listening to the other. He learned and changed for the better. He changed because he is overly in love and cares deeply about Kara. He even sacrifices himself for her and if that doesn’t show real love and caring I don’t know what will. Yes their relationship had flaws in the beginning, big ones and problems that needed to be solved, but they both worked on that. Mon El and Kara both worked on it and in the end it worked out. And that is so lovely to watch because I knew in the end it would be true love full of acceptance and understanding

huffingtonpost.com
This Black Queer Love Story Is Exactly What The Comic World Needs
You'll literally fall in love with this queer romance novella.

Black queer love between two women often goes underrepresented in any medium.

Writer Tee Franklin wants to help change this with her forthcoming comic “Bingo Love.” It follows the fictional story of Hazel Johnson and Mari McCray, beginning from the time they fall in love as teenagers in 1963.

Their parents find out and forbid them from seeing each other again. The women lead separate lives, marrying men whom neither of them love. Hazel and Mari reunite at a bingo hall and old feelings surface. They divorce their husbands and live out their truth as a married couple, a light in which audiences rarely see elderly black women. Their love story extends all the way to 2030.

The 80-page graphic novella is one of the first of its kind.

Franklin, who created #BlackComicsMonth in 2015 to promote diversity in the straight white male-dominated industry, said inclusive stories like “Bingo Love” are crucial. She said that sometimes white superheroes aren’t as exciting as representation in comics…

This looks adorable, I would love to read this :3 Representation in so many ways. This is actually what we all need! Thank you Tee Franklin!

I’m glad her crowd-funding was successful so she can bring this to light.

You’re going to need a person in your life who makes you smile even when you’re mad. Who knows your heart like the back of her hand and calls you out on your bullshit. Who says, “screw him,” and “I love you,” and, “you got this,” and really means it. Late nights of long phone calls and laughing until your ribs hurt. You need a person who sees you for what you can be, what you will be, and never lets you be any less. A weirdo, preferably. Who yells your name across street just to embarrass you. Who holds you when he breaks your heart and keeps you strong when he comes crawling back. Who tells the truth when she talks about life and makes you feel a little less alone. A person who is beyond words, beyond thanks, beyond what you could have asked for. Find this person. Trust me. You’re going to need her.
—  a thank you to my best friend, who is all of this and more

she was fire and rain. she sounded like confidence and smelled like virtue. she flirted with the truth and persecuted lies. she danced awkwardly and laughed too loudly, and was loved for it. she was the kind of girl that screamed what she wanted and whispered what she needed. she listened to top 40 and indie and classic rock, anything with lyrics that filled her with warmth like butterflies. she wore black leather jackets and dark red lipstick to show people the walls around her heart instead of telling them about it. she tore through books faster than lightning because words are the only way she’s learned to deal with anything. she swallowed her pain like pills and handed out pieces of her love like fliers. she loved sunsets and their pink and orange clouds, and how nature always gave us a beautiful ending to every day. she was wildflowers and bubbling springs when she loved, but teeth and flashing red moons when on her bad side. she liked to think that people were everything good and everything bad, and that she herself was some beautifully cruel mystery.

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: I was the one who had it all. I was the master of my fate. I never needed anybody in my life. I learned the truth too late. I'll never shake away the pain.
  • I close my eyes but she's still there. I let her steal into my melancholy heart. It's more than I can bear. Now I know she'll never leave me. Even as she runs away. She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me. Move me, come what may.
  • Wasting in my lonely tower. Waiting by an open door. I'll fool myself she'll walk right in. And be with me for evermore.

What he says: I’m fine.

What he means:  
I was the one who had it all
I was the master of my fate
I never needed anybody in my life
I learned the truth too late

I’ll never shake away the pain
I close my eyes but she’s still there
I let her steal into my melancholy heart
It’s more than I can bear

Now I know she’ll never leave me
Even as she runs away
She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me
Move me, come what may

Wasting in my lonely tower
Waiting by an open door
I’ll fool myself she’ll walk right in
And be with me for evermore

I rage against the trials of love
I curse the fading of the light
Though she’s already flown so far beyond my reach
She’s never out of sight

Now I know she’ll never leave me
Even as she fades from view
She will still inpire me, be a part of
Everything I do

Wasting in my lonely tower
Waiting by an open door
I’ll fool myself she’ll walk right in
And as the long, long nights begin
I’ll think of all that might have been
Waiting here for evermore!

I hear women are putting their “I Voted” stickers on Susan B. Anthony’s gravestone. However, today I urge you to think about Ida B. Wells, Sojourner Truth, Elizabeth Piper Ensley, and all the other incredible Black women who fought just as hard for women’s suffrage–despite facing racism from Susan B. Anthony and her white followers. Anthony made great strides for white women, but she wasn’t looking out for women of color.

As women, as voters, we need to do better. Looking forward, I hope these next 4 years allow for progress, compassion, and intersectionality.

Today, I am proud and grateful to be voting in my first Presidential election. And I owe that fundamental right to so many women who do not get the respect and honor they deserve.

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Nina Simone: 

Loving Your Blackness By Any Means Necessary

Wonderful and strong words! I love how she says BLACK! Her thoughts are a truth that touches the soul of our people! Her spirit was so beautiful! We need more like her out there in the entertainment realm.

Thank you for being at a time when we needed to hear that we were strong, gifted and black! Nina Simone was pure power…

#NinaSimone
#BlackHistoryMonth

I was the one who had it all
I was the master of my fate
I never needed anybody in my life
I learned the truth too late

I’ll never shake away the pain
I close my eyes but she’s still there
I let her steal into my melancholy heart
It’s more than I can bear

Now I know she’ll never leave me
Even as she runs away
She will still torment me
Calm me, hurt me
Move me, come what may

Wasting in my lonely tower
Waiting by an open door
I’ll fool myself, she’ll walk right in
And be with me for evermore

I rage against the trials of love
I curse the fading of the light
Though she’s already flown so far beyond my reach
She’s never out of sight

Now I know she’ll never leave me
Even as she fades from view
She will still inspire me
Be a part of everything I do

Wasting in my lonely tower
Waiting by an open door
I’ll fool myself, she’ll walk right in
And as the long, long nights begin
I’ll think of all that might have been
Waiting here for evermore

—  “Evermore”, Beauty and the Beast (2017)

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie is being called a terf and a white feminist by the same people who think sharing a meme on the internet is activism. By the same people who haven’t read a word of feminist theory in their entire lives but because they’ve read everydayfeminism and buzzfeed they think they have the right to tell her to “take SEVERAL seats lmaooo #dragged” i mean… the audacity of these american or western internet liberals thinking that they have some kind of superior feminist knowledge over her is so incredibly insulting. These people are so far removed from reality and so narcissistic that they truly believe that anyone who is ~problematic~ needs​ to be educated on their liberal truth uwu. Imagine being a western facebook liberal explaining to a nigerian woman who has dedicated her life to writing feminist texts explicitly about african women that she shouldn’t use the words male and female and she needs to stop her cisnormative thinking and be more intersectional. I’m fuming!!

Only Slytherin; Part 1

“I want to make out with you.” “We’re in the middle of potions class” “So?”


”Its not dark enough.” “Darling it’s black” “Not black enough


“Why are you crying did someone say something really stupid again”


“I didn’t mean to sound like a psychopath when I said that I just hate people”


“Fucking hell am I the only one here who is not an uncultured swine”


“How am I supposed to express my emotions if I can’t even fucking swear in the essay professor”


“I’m sorry do words with more than 3 syllables confuse you?”


“If you don’t shut the fuck up about how uncomfortable your shoes are I will get you muggle crocs for Christmas.”


“Professor am I not meant to be truthful? Then why am in trouble for for calling her out on being a raging bitch?”


“I love you but I don’t need this right now please leave”


“Stop crying, he’s not worth your tears”


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#listen you will need to pry the cat-grant-knows-the-truth headcanon from my cold dead hands #so what that means is that between worlds finest and adventures of supergirl #cat grant has come to terms with the fact that kara isn’t confiding in her #that she’s accepted kara will never tell her #that kara will never trust her with this important truth #and that cat has passed over anger into acceptance #from frustrated snaps to small jokes to herself #cat grant believes that kara is a hero #that kara will do great things #that kara will save national city as both kara danvers and supergirl #and she’s accepted her limitations in that role #that she’s a mentor not a friend #that she’s a step on kara’s path #but not a constant #and because she cares so much about kara #because she knows how important kara and supergirl are to national city #she’s found peace with this fact #cat ‘queen of all media’ grant is content being a part of kara’s story #and i will be crying forever