and her need for the truth

anonymous asked:

Hello! Do you know any heartbroken fic in which they are in love but cheat on/ misunderstand/ break up... each other? I have just finished Knowing You and Atonement and The Fruitless Year and i'm completely in love with them. Prefer completed and mature rating fic?

Title: 1001 Nights of Pride
Author: Red Wicked
Rating: M
Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst
Chapters: 14
Word Count: 55,463
Summary: She needs money. He offers it to her in exchange of one night spent with him. Malfoy believes all women are rotten, Hermione believes Malfoy has no heart. Tables turn when the truth comes out, and unrequited love is bringing them both to dark places.

Title: Consequences of Common Civility
Author: Delancey654
Rating: M
Genre(s): Drama, Romance
Chapters: 12
Word Count: 63,473
Summary: Hogwarts, Sixth Year. Hermione Granger is assigned to tutor Draco Malfoy in Arithmancy. When the two enemies manage to find common ground, could the consequences be far-reaching enough to alter the outcome of the Second Wizarding War? Prequel to The Ginger Malfoy.

Title: Friends With Benefits
Author: LucindaRemyMalfoy
Rating: M
Genre(s): Romance, Humor
Chapters: 18
Word Count: 56,251
Summary: Hermione and Draco are best friends who’ve come up with a rather  interesting arrangement that works for them - but what happens when fathers get involved, weddings get crashed, and true feelings are revealed? Stick around to find out. And grab your gloves ladies and gentlemen, because it’s about to get messy! AU/AH

- Lisa

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She didn’t know I took these photos and she doesn’t know I uploaded this either but I just want the 16k+ people I got on here to appreciate how beautiful my queen, my lady, my right hand and the only woman I’ll stay truthful to in this life is… Just look at her guys… Wow… Everyday when I wake up I give thanks for crossing her path. Thanks that I got something so real and beautiful in my life… We crossed for a reason, real shit like this isn’t something you sleep on… There isn’t no amount of money or materialistic items on this earth that will satisfy my needs, as long as I got my lady by my side then I’m happy. I make a promise to protect and serve her as my queen and work hard so she can see a more beautiful side of this world, the beautiful side she deserves… She is the most high and I pray she knows it. I pray if anything ever happens to us, if we ever go off tracks we cross again, for the better… Ride for me even if it means we gotta switch lanes for a while. For now I’m going to reap the rewards of having such a sacred, special lady in my life. I hope everyone who reads this gets to feel the happiness and fulfilment the way I do… Thank you to her, she knows who she is… 🌹

csilla-nocturine  asked:

Truth or Truth: Chizuru, if you were given one day where Hijikata had to do whatever you said from sun up to sun down, what would you have him do?

Chizuru blinks. “I’d tell him to take the day off,” she responds. “Hijikata-san works too much, and too hard. Everyone needs a break now and again, and he’s no exception. In fact, I think he needs it more than anyone.” She lifts a contemplative hand to her chin. “I wouldn’t force him to do anything in particular, though,” she adds. “If he’s just going to get back to work as soon as the sun goes down anyway, I think Hijikata-san should spend the rest of his free time however he wants. That’s the purpose of having a day off, isn’t it?”

Man another GREAT EPISODE!!!

Akko literally got to walk a mile in Diana’s shoes. And sure she abused it a bit (but she’s Akko, so are we really that surprised?) but she didn’t do any real harm.

But best of all was that Diana didn’t get upset with her for that. Nor did she let others ridicule her for it. Sure, Diana snaps at her for being so rash and mopey when she doesn’t get her way, but it’s only the truth and Akko needed to hear it! Diana’s words only motivated her.

@cashwheel:

i see around a lot that jack is confirmed bisexual but iirc the only time she talks about being involved with a lady is when she was with that couple, and i inferred that they were abusing her (”the ‘helped’ me alright, right into their bed,” or something similar). I may have forgotten something as it’s been a while since i’ve played the game, but she pretty pointedly shuts femshep down and says she’s not interested in women. she needs that mshep dick to cure her sad sad heart, as it were.

it’s gross but i still dont think it’s really fair to say that bioware doesnt give a shit bout lgbt people. compared with other AAA games they are really, really trying, and i think it’s important for lgbt fans to continue to give them feedback in a way that is constructive and not immediately dismissive.

the truth is, and idk if a lot of people remember this, but after ME1 came out there was a HUGE media shitstorm about the lesbian scenes in the game. like, there was a smear campaign about this game, where it was described as being a virtual sex simulator where you designed characters to your specifications to watch them have gay alien sex. like, this was in mainstream news. this game got really, really bad press for including the liara/femshep love scene, and this was when they were a relatively small studio with a tiny production team that had yet to be swallowed up by EA. it could have sank them.

They took an enormous risk putting that in the game and saw bad backlash from it, which i imagine is why all of the “love scenes” in ME2 were so tame.

Like, games don’t grow straight from the writers’ keyboards to production. This is something I think about a lot tbh – the people writing these games are professional writers and incredible conworlders. There are a lot of little details hidden in codices and background dialogue and early concept art that suggests that the mass effect that exists in the developers minds is way more progressive and groundbreaking than anything that we will get to see, because it all has to make it through every stage of production, into something that EA thinks will market well to adolescent boys. ANY bit of gay content that exists in the game was probably fought for tooth-and-nail by someone to keep it off the cutting room floor, and in doing so was likely warped into something unrecognizable from its original intention

that doesn’t make it okay. that doesn’t make it hurt less to see half-assed, embarrassing, and often offensive representation when you’re starving for any of it. but it’s also worth remembering that most games don’t do this at ALL, so i think it’s kind of important for fans to say “hey we see that you’re trying but you really need to do better,” so the developers know that it MATTERS when they try, and that it’s important for them to stick to their guns and keep doing better if this is something they want to be part of their stories (and not to mention a huge demographic with fistfulls of cash ready to throw at the first property that gets it right)

i dont want to let them off the hook too easy when i truly believe they’re capable

smooth

he used to act without double checking // reading cues // following through on instinct // not thinking it’s rude.

yet, in this situation // that’s what he needs to do.

he’s figuring out a few things // though he’ll never fully understand you

listening to lyrics // watching yr shift in mood // he was nervous to say the things he needed to // tryna be cool // fuck it, wool pulled // he’ll risk embarrassment to tell you the truth:

you were not the first // but hell if symbols aren’t telling him                                                he’s come full circle. 

blind ex // he wants no next.

now, entire world in photos // opposite end of spectrum. 

back then // obsession // individual wasn’t his attention // gifts, tiny trinkets weren’t given // they ate body // rarely food.

definition includes // source of inspiration // guiding genius // you. 

fodder for imagination // whole of yr existence // independent of my love.  

true muse. 

xxx SirPup Kingston // 03.26.2017

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”


After Padmé dies, a myriad of legends spring up around her, most of the dealing with the strange circumstances of her death. The Empire encourages the ones that say she was killed by a Jedi traitor, while the Rebels favor one that says she was murdered to keep her from fighting back for democracy.

The truth remains shrouded in mystery, as only one person knows what really happened, and her killer would never tell. 

Still, truth matters little to legend and myth, and her story continues. Rebels and Imperials alike claim that she is watching over them, protecting them in their diplomatic endeavors.

The people of Naboo like to tell that Padmé Amidala came to Naboo from either the ocean or the moon, depending on who you ask, a gift from one of the goddesses in Naboo’s hour of need. Once Naboo was safe, she was called back, but should their planet ever need her again, Queen Amidala would return.

Legends about her life are also fairly popular, about how she once fought a nexu with her bare hands, no five nexus! 

About how she tricked the clever Hutts into giving her what she wanted without having to give them anything in return. 

About how she was fierce enough that the Duchess of Mandalore once begged her to renounce Naboo and become a Mandalorian. 

About how she was so kind that the Jedi themselves begged her to teach them of compassion. 

About how she was so beautiful that Death itself wanted her for a bride and stole her away.

There is only one legend about her baby, although there are many variations on it, but all agree on the beginning: One of Queen Amidala’s Jedi friends was there when she died, the High General maybe, and he stole her baby and tricked the doctors into thinking she had never given birth. Just what that Jedi was doing with her baby was a matter of some debate.

The baby was being raised as a prince or princess, to one day rule a planet and rally it against the Empire.

The baby was being raised by poor peasants, farmers maybe, while the Jedi looked on, a silent protector. The baby grew up brave and strong, but with few worries.

The baby was raised by the Jedi, trained to fight the Sith.

The baby was being raised by Rebels, brought up on tales of the need for democracy, and would one day pull the Empire apart with their bare hands.

Darth Vader listened to every single story he could find and stored them away in the deepest corner of his heart.