and when i read those it stays with me

I’m at the stage in life where I’m just appreciative of everything thus far. I’m beginning to see the fruits of my labor, and I’m still manifesting for more. Patience and self-love has taught me so much over the last 5 months and has introduced me to some beautiful people along the way too. Well-being has become a daily routine and changes are slowly being recognized. Your body regenerates itself every 7 years.. In this cycle I’m going to become the woman that I used to daydream about when I was a little girl. I owe that to myself.

Everything is in great condition:

  • My Mind because I meditate every morning for 40 minutes. I’ve gained closure on all things that were left unresolved. My thoughts are positive and my inner voice is still my cheerleader. I’m trying to learn how to vibrate higher and stay away from people who dim my light, reduce my energy or have me acting out of character. I read everyday. I’ve stayed clear from those who constantly complain, gossip and have drama. My circle is just calm, pure and light. I make sure, that whoever I interact with, has a positive impact on my energy, otherwise I’m out.
  • My body because I train daily with my PT and I’m cautious of what I eat. This plant based lifestyle is fun because I’m able to cook everyday. I only drink water and I can infuse it with fruits if I’m craving a flavor. My friends and I have a 10k step target everyday. My hair, my skin, my teeth, everything is just glowing and rewarding me. A bitch is in the sauna every morning. 
  • My soul because I’m no longer harboring any pain from the past. I’m writing and creating. I’ve been blessed with a collective of great people for years and I’m content with that. My surroundings are peaceful and my environment is calm; overall tranquility is still something I’m aiming for. Over the last 4 months, I’ve been focusing more on the things that nourish my soul instead of material bullshit. It’s quite liberating. Plus, I save money and fly out instead of consuming. The same £200 I would spend over the weekend - is a short stay and flight to a city I’ve never been to before.

It’s taken a while to get here. 5 months ago I was living like zombie. It dawned on me, that I’m approaching a new cycle. The next 7 years are really going to shape the rest of my life. I immediately changed and released everything that was jeopardizing my growth. I had to create a daily schedule, change my eating habits and release some people too. I had to spend more time alone, read and self educate and learn how to meditate properly. I had to do all of these things, because I felt like I was losing myself.

I’m slowly getting back to me.

- Meggan Roxanne

A few years ago, I read an application of a young intern, and her words have always stayed with me. When asked why she wanted to work at Scarlet, she said, “Because when I needed it, Scarlet was like getting the advice of an older sister that I’d always wished I’d had”. No matter how many years pass, no matter how the world changes, Scarlet will always be that older sister and we will always be there for the girls who need her. Those of you who work at the magazine, please raise your glasses. You are the women and men who work at Scarlet, and 60 years ago, this magazine set out to redefine the rules and now that responsibility falls to each one of you. And I want to make sure you understand what I expect of you. I expect you to have adventures. I expect you to fall in love, to get your hearts broken. I expect you to have sex with the wrong people to have sex with the right people, to make mistakes and make amends, take a leap and make a splash. And I expect you to unleash holy hell on anybody who tries to hold you back, because you don’t just work for Scarlet. You are Scarlet.

get to know me meme [9/15] tv shows ♡ the bold type (2017-)

Literally Just A List Of Things That I Love
  • cheese, of all kinds
  • my family
  • the way workshops and some garages smell
  • the fact that you can have restaurant-quality food delivered to your home so that you never have to get out of your dog-themed jimjams
  • the word “jimjams”
  • every dog that has ever been and will ever be born
  • usaa’s a+ customer service
  • the smell of books when you fan their pages right onto your nose
  • when you’re underlining something and the line is perfectly straight under the text
  • colorful highlighters, in general but also i’m thinking kind of specifically of this 15-pack a sixth grader gave me once when i was in the 8th grade, and looking back i obviously shouldn’t have accepted it because i think he was just trying to impress me, but whatever, those highlighters were the bomb
  • 3 musketeers bars, the best candy bar do NOT @ me about this
  • dave, the nice man who runs the candy store below where i work, who always calls me mollyboss or smiley-girl
  • my xxl ovechkin ugly christmas sweater that goes down to my knees and like four inches past the tips of my fingers in the sleeves
  • actually i could probably just say xxl sweatshirts and sweaters in general, my jimjam of choice
  • soup!!!!!! oh man i love soup. clam chowder is maybe my favorite? it’s hard to say, there’s lots of amazing soups in the world, you guys gotta get in on this soup thing
  • a clean apartment
  • setting my ac to freezing temperatures and then going to sleep under a pile of warm blankets
  • babysitting children between the ages of 5 and 12 and then returning them to their parents who are not me, that part is very important
  • stretching in the morning and making those weird dinosaur sounds when you do it to deepen the stretch you know what i mean like the t-rex sounds??? but like baby cartoon t-rex sounds. not real t-rexes because i feel like … probably real t-rexes were very loud
  • running outside when it’s like … 40-ish degrees so you don’t get hot and the air tastes like water
  • the ocean, as long as i am not in the ocean
  • midi rings, even though they definitely always fall off, like, immediately thanks to my tiny troll hands
  • when your checked bag is the first one on the carousel at baggage claim
  • novelty mugs!
  • interior design–i’m not actually any good at it, i don’t really have an eye for furniture, but i love looking at other people’s beautiful interiors, some people are so gifted!!!!! 
  • looking outside the plane window and seeing clouds
  • panang curry that’s so hot it makes your nose runny
  • my nearly-lifesize papier-mache cow, whose name is queen beez
  • my sister’s couch
  • coffee with real, fresh, heavy cream
  • coffee with that terrible french vanilla flavored creamer you can buy in like, 7/11s
  • brunch in all forms, at all times, in all restaurants
  • snow!!! on christmas especially but also just whenever
  • the first week of warm weather after winter
  • the way it feels when you land in your home airport and step off the plane and all the tourists don’t know where to go but this is your turf and you already know where baggage claim is
  • getting into the writing zone where everything comes easily and you keep surprising yourself with on point turns of phrase
  • receiving messages from people who were having a bad day and read my stories and laughed
  • when my podiatrist told me i was his toughest first-timer for epat which was either good or worrying about my pain tolerance
  • having my teeth cleaned, i mean not the process but the way your mouth feels shiny after
  • listening to music, always, at all times, in all situations, but especially when i’m running and a song has exactly the right beat and it gets in like, your bloodstream you know what i mean? like you can feel it? and suddenly running isn’t hard anymore, you’re just like, moving with the music and it’s as easy as breathing
  • waking up early and not being tired
  • murder, she wrote
  • those people that you’ve never been particularly close to, but who are kind of just simpatico–like you’ll never be great friends but you’ll always be great at being friends
  • workout gear, god, i’m such a sucker for workout gear
  • amazon prime can deliver to you in under an hour!!!!! and i know it’s bad, i know amazon is bad, but we are truly living in the future
  • realizing that you’re not angry about something anymore
  • papa john’s garlic breadsticks that will definitely, definitely give me heart problems but are so worth it
  • a really satisfying zit pop
  • the billy gilman christmas album
  • massages when the masseuse just turns on like enya or whatever and makes all your problems disappear
  • the way the world looks when the sun sets and when it rises
  • money!!!!! i love money. i want more money all the time. anyone who tells you they don’t care about money is either lying to you or already has enough that their hunger is sated.
  • rain on the weekend, when you can stay in and drink hot drinks and read and light scented candles and never get out of your slippers
  • someone playing with my hair
  • finally getting to pee after holding it for way too long
  • the smell of cigarettes a few hours after someone has put their cigarette out, so the smell has gone soft and gentle
  • an exclamation point drawn next to something i’ve written because somebody has loved it and wanted me to know
  • climbing on big rocks next to water, i feel like there’s a word for those but i don’t know it
  • “ain’t no mountain high enough” (the marvin gaye and tammi terrell version but of course also all versions)
  • airplane wifi!!! how cool is that!!! how does it work that high up!!!!
  • remember that internet post of the guy who wanted to buy a size 14 slipper but they accidentally sent him a 14-foot slipper?
  • country songs about women murdering their abusers
  • we don’t have to turn our phones off on planes anymore
  • the whistle of a text from someone i didn’t think still thought about me
  • lipstick
  • when the ice cream truck gives out free choco tacos
  • quick-dry nail polish that doesn’t chip
  • when people sitting in chairs are trying not to fall asleep so their head keeps falling and startling them awake
  • perfectly popped popcorn so there is only like 2 or 3 unpopped kernels
  • drinking a bottle of red wine with people who can make me laugh
  • stepping off a plane on a place i’ve never been
  • trains
  • dancing in my apartment, which is the only place i can truly unleash my dance talent
  • playing music with my brother at my mom’s house
  • jumping a gymnastics line, which is a horse thing i don’t know how to explain to people who don’t already know what it is
  • watching the penguins win in pittsburgh
  • actually, watching the penguins win anywhere, including from the comfort of my own home
  • remember how we won the stanley cup 2 years in a row???? me too, it was great
  • videos of soldiers coming home and surprising their families, which i know are designed to make me cry as part of the military-industrial complex, but whatever, it works every time
  • nailing my eyeliner
  • presents!!!!!
  • kissing!!!!!
  • finishing a crossword, especially the nyt sunday crossword, which is almost impossible to finish so when you do everyone in your life must bow down to you and call you queen of crosswords for the rest of the day
  • getting surprise packages in the mail, usually books, usually from my aunt
  • tsa pre-check
  • warm laundry piles
  • that show on netflix about unlikely animal friends
  • hot sauce, in general but specifically on a salmon and dill quiche
  • laughing so hard my stomach hurts
  • this one specific salad from my favorite restaurant in buenos aires, called felicidad (the restaurant not the salad, though it would have been an appropriate name for the salad, too), which was grilled vegetables and goat cheese and this special homemade dressing they refused to give me the recipe for even though i promised i wouldn’t tell anybody
  • cityscapes at night
  • the countryside at night, when you’re far enough away from everything that you can see what feels like the whole universe
  • mountains! mountains! mountains!
  • magic mike xxl
  • a good cry, the kind where like, something not that bad happens but your brain just decides that it’s time for you to totally lose it and loudly wail on your couch for a little while until you’re sleepy enough to curl up and fall asleep under the faux snow leopard blanket your friend you call egg made
  • the faux snow leopard blanket my friend i call egg made
  • whole pints of ice cream, especially freddo, especially freddo that has been delivered fresh to my door, which is a thing that can happen for you in argentina
  • having the perfect return zinger in a battle of wit
  • when you hug somebody and they pick you up and swing you around
  • big parties with music and dancing and long dresses
  • road trips
  • biking to work when the wind is going my way and there aren’t too many other commuters
  • everything bagels with just the right amount of cream cheese
  • chicago’s lincoln park nature walk
  • making friends with cashiers and waiters and tsa agents and taxi drivers and the other people it takes no effort to talk to but are always so sweet and kind
  • when someone comes through for you that you didn’t expect would care enough to come through
  • being surprised
  • new boots
  • the smell of a tack room
  • vintage travel trunks
  • 1010, even though it’s just low-stakes tetris, a game that is already very low stakes
  • taking a bath in my mom’s jacuzzi
  • doing a good job on a project at work and seeing it all come together
  • bullet points, just like, as a concept
  • words that can’t be neatly translated from one language to another
  • a really good novel, but also
  • a really good nonfiction book about basically anything though right now i’m really into art theft
  • oh!!!! art museums!!!!
  • writing papers about books and their subtexts
  • northerly island in the summer when the geese are on the water and it’s quiet and i’m the only one there and you can’t see the city
  • creating an elaborate self-insert fantasy about my character in zombies, run
  • floating in a pool on a sunny day while there’s music playing and someone keeps refilling my drinks and feeding me spicy shrimp appetizers
  • that sushi place in chicago where all the sushi is $2.50
  • the internet
  • the subscription economy
  • when politicians surprise you, pleasantly
  • good hair days
  • driving over a hill just a little too fast so your stomach drops
  • driving on the back roads in virginia, which are all winding and tree-covered and beautiful and don’t have speed limits
  • going to the movies
  • you know when you walk through the front door and a dog is excited to see you?
  • big hats
  • dresses of all styles, but especially the ones that make you look like a literal hourglass
  • crop tops
  • my pittsburgh penguins toaster that burns the logo into my bread
  • taking a long walk and talking on the phone
  • racerback tank tops (END THE HEGEMONY OF T-SHIRTS)
  • the feeling you get when you’re riding on a bus or in a car or on a train at night and you’re going home and the day has been busy and good and your playlist is slow but not sad and your heart feels so so so full
  • days of the week underwear, especially the stella mccartney ones that i can’t afford and wouldn’t buy even if i could because who needs to spend $250 on an underwear set?! that’s insane. i’m against it. but!!! i like that they exist. they’re very pretty.
  • the view of chicago you get when you ride the pink line to pilsen
  • sparkling water
  • when my form is perfect doing a roundhouse kick in krav maga and i get that really satisfying bam sound when i hit the mat
  • perfume that smells like orchids
  • coming through for somebody you weren’t sure you’d be able to come through for
  • when i tell a story at a party and all the surrounding groups fall quiet to listen even though i was only talking to a few people
  • late night with seth meyers
  • drawn-out fantasies of winning arguments while i’m taking a shower
  • having my back scratched
  • meeting someone very briefly, like on a bus or in a bookstore, and flirting with them, and weaving an entire fantasy relationship and life with them that you have no plans to pursue it’s just like, a nice thing to think about
  • that this blog exists
  • that you read it
  • that you clicked on it at all
  • thank you,
  • i love you,
  • stay good, moonbirds.
  • stay good.
Thoughts while reading Acowar.

Mind the swearing and spoilers kids.

-2 years before the wall? Wait is this like a baby bat Rhys POV?
-oh God this field isn’t a nice place. Kinda like it tho.
- omfg 6 High Fae… 6, to defeat one Illyrian… damn.
- Rhys is so protective if his brothers it’s killing me.
-Yes Feyre, burn this shit.
-Already thinking about that wingspan Feyre? Can’t blame ya.
- Ugh Tamlin no can you not enter this moment just yet. Ugh Lucian I’m fucking watching you.
-Oh for Fuck sake I gotta read about Ianthe soon to?
-ugh I just want some smut and it’s only page nine.
-Feyre you can roll your eyes. God knows I am.
- Oh hey Ianthe, go Fuck yourself Ianthe.
-You definitely revived something from Rhys hands Feyre, but it was far more pleasurable than torture.
-Lucian I won’t ship you and Elaine. But please, for the love of God, kill Ianthe.
-Oh hell fucking ni, Jurian, go fucking Fuck yourself and stay the Fuck away.
-Oh snap, Nesta and Elaine already so powerful they can drain the cauldron.
-Oh snap, Feyre laying down these facts. Also that’s how I spell Miryaim’s name.
-Feyre you savage.
-Jurian, talk about Elaine like that again and I will kill you.
-Oh Fuck off Ianthe, I’ve read enough of you.
-Okay Lucian, my heart is softening towards you.
-God I missed you Alis.
-Damn summer solstice is giving me goosebumps.
-Rhys you are giving me life.
-Uh Oh, Tamlin’s getting jealous of friendship.
-Ahhh Feyre you also cringing about Elaine being fucked by a fire blooded male?? Let me introduce to Azriel. He’s far better in my opinion.
-All these painting titles… we’re they like, working title for Acowar.
-Rhysand you get that tongue to work.
-Also Tam you prick.
-God Alis, my bae.
-Feyre slit her throat.
-Yes Feyre Fuck this bitch up.
-Oh these twins. Can you fucking not.
- Go Lucian Go.
-Bring on Part Two.
-“He can get in line,” Feyre getting a list of people who wanna kill her to rivals Aelins.
-Oh for Fuck sake, everything was going so well, until Lucian’s brothers showed up.
-“There’s no such thing as a High Lady,” bitch excuse me.
-Cassian you melt my stone cold heart.
-Mor my darling.
-Amren, boo. Hru?
-Lucian being called a girl, I’m dying
-“Go find somewhere else to be,” I know what that means.
-The smut was worth it.
-Oh I missed the banter of my baby bats.
-And Rhys’ swearing begins.
-Cassian sunning his wings. I wonder if a certain Nesta sees.
-Cassian trying to be chill around Nesta is my new aesthetic.
-Nesta reads romance. Hell Yes.
-“You come between a male and his mate, Nesta Archeron, and you’re going to learn about the consequences the hard way.” Trying to foreshadow something there Cassian? I Ship.
-No is mentioning the sorrow and longing in Cassian eyes, Feyre, for the same reason no one mentioned it when Rhys looked at you all those months ago.
-Reading about Elaine is painful.
-I’m relating to Elaine and all those open curtains too much… shit.
-Cassian you’re to precious.
-I missed the Amren/Cassian banter so much.
-Shit Mor is getting pissed.
-Feyre keeps calling Rhys mate and I’m feeling bad for the Australian readers.
-“Because I can’t stay away” well Fuck me if they ain’t mates.
-Nesta looking as Cassian like he’s the only one in the room.
-Damn right there was a reason Lucian wore a fox mask.
-Idk what to write but the nessian at pg.203. gahhhhhhh.
-“Surely Nesta wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle,” omfg Feyre, it’s hilarious of you to think that.
-Feyre were you not there for Acomaf. He was very clearly, cocky then.
-Library sex? I’m in.
-oh, so no library sex.
-To the Bone Carver we go. RIP.
-Oh so, the Carver, and the Wearer are- I’d be shocked only I read that spoiler.
-Oh so the Carver is a mirror type of perosn? What even is a mirror person? Is it his kink?
-Oh Nesta having death powers.
-Feyre constantly calling Rhys mate tho.
-Tbh all I wanna know is who or what the carver appeared to Cassian.
-Everyone in this book be complementing Rhys good taste.
-Ah Az and Elaine be starting. Az be carrying his ship.
-Poor Cassian. Nesta will come around, I promise, I read the spoiler.
-You know, I wrote a fanfiction about Az and Elaine in a garden and her calling his scars pretty. They kissed in it.
-“Azriel isn’t the ravishing type,” Rhys you should read the fanfic I wrote about him. He loves to ravish.
-omg Cassian calming Nesta- ugh how many more pages until this kiss?
-Az, sunning your wings for Elaine? How scandalous.
-“Why not make them mates?” Feyre babe I’m asking the same question.
-FEYRE YOU SHIP ELRIEL TOO? Oh sweetie I love you more than Cassian rn.
-Rhysand, let Feyre play matchmaker.
-I was about to bash Kier for insulting Az, but Az got this shit.
-Oh not this fucking Eris bitch again.
-Rhys the Fuck you playing at?
-Okay, ngl I know Mor is gay but those Eris know? Ffs.
-Okay everyone is fighting and I’m more intrigued than I should be.
-D'as Nessian.
-Double d'aw Elriel.
-Pg.303 and back to sassy Az.
-Sassy Az KS giving me life.
-It was at page 306 that I realised I was in love with Az.
-Nephelle’s be giving me goosebumps.
-Yes bathtub scent with Rhys.
-Oh it’s actually a massage scene? I’m in.
-Feyre are you trying to start a war? Cassian flying with Nesta. Dammit who am I kidding I wanna see that.
-Yes Az, help Elaine in the garden. I am sailing this ship.
-Nesta watching Cassian lick his fingers and I’m like, now imagine that kissing elsewhere.
-Nes? I ship.
-Some shit happening in the library.
-ohhhh so we finally reached the part where people wonder if Elaine is a seer.
-Yes Feyre, put Elaine’s riddles together.
-Okay that scene was intense but Nessian at the end was calming.
-“Amren on the hunt,” a novel by sjm.
-Damn Az, took you awhile but bravo, she’s a seer. God it couldn’t be any easier to love you.
-Lucian I swear to God if you die, looking for this sixth queen, I will kill you.
-Also where is my Suriel.
-Shit Alis don’t die.
-oh FFS, look, “king” of Hybren, old buddy. If you’d kindly fuck off. Only it’s late, I don’t need these plot twists.
-Look, “King,” I’d pay good money to see you try and take Feyre.
-Rhys if you could destroy my upcoming exams the way you did those ships, I’d be grateful.
-pg.379, more smut, hell yes.
-pg.381, Nesta all concerned.
-The amount of sex feysand are having. That wingspan must be truly impress you Feyre darling.
-So Cassian is terrible at complements.
-Ah yes boys, bringing up that wingspan again.
-This Nessian tho.
-“she threatened to freeze my balls off,” Kallias, Viviane, welcome to my heart.
-I’m in love with Viviane.
-God sake, Tamlin Fuck off.
-Tamlin, let me tell you, Rhys and Feyre have fucked so much I’m sure he could recount every noise she is capable of making.
-Fucking shut up Tamlin.
-Eris if you’d kindly shut the Fuck up too, it’d be a pleasure.
-Pg.438, Nesta, damn, *blows kisses.*
-nvm of 439, Go Feyre. Slay.
-Helion…. wait… look I can’t go around loving all these people. It makes me look like I have a heart.
-You know I’d be surprised at Lucian being a whole, some air of dawn court, but I already read that spoiler.
-Okay mor is gay why is- you know what, never mind, I give up.
-Oh. Oh Fuck.
-lol, I’m so tired, whenever I hear the wall mentioned all I can think of is humpty dumpty.
-“Don’t even start,” Nesta, sweetie, we’ve been shipping this since the last book.
-Part three here I come.
-btw this is still the same day for me. I’ve read up to part three in a few hours. It’s two in the morning. Never underestimate a fangirl deprived of her smut.
-Jurian just has to show up, doesn’t he.
-idk who I am to believe anymore.
-I wanna say Fuck this shit I’m out. But I am so in.
-So am I meant to trust Jurian or not.
-Damn Tarquin.
-Nessian will kill me quicker than these plot twists.
-Ayyy more shut, god I love you Sarah.
-Yes, the Suriel is coming into play bitches. I’d been surprised by what happens only I’ve seen this spoiler too.
-Okay first thing first, Ianthe please Fuck off Secondly rip Suriel 2K17.
-Cassian what happened. Nesta please. I know the ending and shit but tf happened.
-Feyre be joining up these dots about which way Mor floats.
-This, Varian, Amren thing, yeah I’d like another five books of it.
-Awww, Az, you’re to sweet and selfless.
-I’m so tired IDK how to feel anymore.
-Oh greatttt, Feyre got hit with an arrow. Any more plot twists.
-Wait Tamlin? Fuck, ugh.
-d'aw, Elaine kissed his cheek.
-it’s four in the morning. I have less than one hundred pages left.
-Fucking hell Elaine stab them bastard.
-Also Nessian hell yes.
-Also…wait what’s happening.
-Rhysand you fucking bastard it’s five in the morning don’t do this to me. I know you live god dammit don’t fucking do this.
-oh thank fuck that’s all settled.
-This book. These plot twists. These ships. It’s all so heart wrenching and shit.
-Wait is she flying over Velaris in her lingerie.
-Fuck it’s half five in the morning. I read this book in under 24 hours. I need to sleep.
*hours later*
-omfg I need to read this shit again. It was so good. The High Lords, the banter, the near death experiences. The romance. The sass. Sarah you queen.
-if the at least the novellas don’t have nessian or Elriel tho I may be tempted to cry.

And that, my friends, is a snippet of the roller coaster if thoughts and emotions I went through. I was too tired to cry during it but my heart was successfully ripped out a few times.

Taiwanese Magazine Interview - Jun


Q1: What kind of existence do you have in the group?

Human alarm clock (?) I always wake up early, usually 10 minutes before the other members wake up, that’s why unknowingly, I became in charge of waking everyone up.

Q2: Describe yourself!

A very accurate definition of a gemini, I’ve always felt as if there’s two people within me, haha, my emotions change easily.

Q3: What are your charms in your opinion?

My face (?)

Q4: When do you feel the happiest?

When i’m eating good food! If I could have a lot of good food in a day, that’s even better!

Q5: What do you do during breaks?

I like to stay home, read sci-fi comics or play games.

Q6: Fashion/clothing style that you like?

It’s different everyday, but I generally like relaxed and comfortable outfits, or hip hop, or simple trendy clothes, I like those too.

Q7: Before your debut, what kind of student were you?

Back in my hometown China, I became an actor since I was 3. I was troubled as to whether I should continue acting, just as I was hesistating, I came across the company i’m in now. I’m really thankful to that fateful meeting!

Q8: If you were a carat now, which member of seventeen would you be a fan of?

Myself, I will love all of JUN from top to toe.

trans cr: me
picture cr: ろん


Hartwin Daddy Kink Rec List

Wow I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to do this!!! My friends know me as the queen of daddy kink (and h/c, which will probably be a component in a lot of these fics), so here are a few recs for you guys to enjoy before the new movie comes out <3 

Any comments I add will be in italics below the author’s summary.

If You Want to Keep a Secret by @xxjinchuurikixx

In which Eggsy really needs a daddy to take care of him, but he would never, ever admit it… until he does.

So this is it. My #1, all time favourite hartwin daddy fic. It’s the most beautiful h/c I’ve ever read, interwoven with an amazing backstory and character development about why Eggsy needs Harry to be his daddy. So beautiful I cry every time. This is a sequel to the author’s famous fic Breathless, which I highly recommend, but can be read as a stand-alone.

Highlight of My Low Life by @eggmuffinwrites

Eggsy might be largely uneducated, but he’s not actually stupid. He knows that most people think he’s nothing more than a glorified whore, but the fact is that Eggsy is currently on vacation in Cape Verde, while most of his critics have to deal with the shitty November weather in England. This is not the life Eggsy had in any way imagined or planned, but if an attractive older gentleman wants to take him on expensive vacations and buy him nice things, he’s certainly not going to complain.

Sugar Daddy!Harry 

Not Vodka, Obviously by Skarpetka

24 hours together. One unexpected revelation.

(Prompt: “Daddy kink, age difference, all the tropes!”)

Holy hell THIS. It just gets the kink so on point, with Harry as the perfect, in control daddy slowly taking Eggsy apart.

the singularity of desire by @persephoneggsy

Eggsy is dragged to a sex club by his “best friend” Charlie and meets the gorgeous and charming man who calls himself Galahad.

yes i’m serious

Fabulous anonymous daddy pwp in a sex club.

Cairo Gold by @themadkatter13fanfiction

Waiting is a boring game. Indulging is not.

A/b/o with daddy kink. Unf.

So Close I Can Taste It by DoctorsOrders

Harry grudgingly gives into Eggsy’s near constant begging and lets Eggsy kneel under his desk. He ends up wondering why he needed so much convincing to do it in the first place. Eggsy is a praise junkie and enjoys being Harry’s toy during the day.

Possibly the best cockwarming fic I’ve ever read.

In Her Majesty’s Kinky Service by @faedreamer

Harry’s always been fond of boys with more than a touch of sass. Eggsy’s always had a thing for the daddies. When their paths cross in the middle of an international arms deal, it seems like the perfect bit of quid pro quo - Harry lets Eggsy off the hook for his involvement and Eggsy lets Harry hit it seven ways from Sunday. Except come morning, neither one is going to want to let go - and so begins a very, very raunchy tale of the mouthiest bottom and the dirtiest daddy in all of Her Majesty’s Kingdom.

(otherwise known as the sugar daddy, kink-laden, giant trash pile of filthy goodness that Fae just couldn’t resist)

WARNING this fic is discontinued, but still really amazing and worth a read!!

Cherry Lips by @faedreamer

It’s been a year since Eggsy became a Kingsman agent and saved the world for the first time. He loves his new life and he loves partnering with Harry. But sometimes Eggsy needs more than Harry is willing to give. Sometimes he needs things he left behind in the gutter where Harry found him. And sometimes, he needs it so bad he doesn’t quite care who or where it comes from. It’s never enough though…until the one night when it is.

(or, the rentboy, daddy kink, so much UST it is physically painful smutfic no one asked for)

This one is super emotional and angsy–love it.

Don’t Let Sleeping Dogs Lie by @blacktofade 

It doesn’t slip out on purpose. He’s three sheets to the wind, celebrating his twenty-fourth birthday after returning from a recon mission in Sri Lanka, which means he’s jet lagged, too, and anything he says should be taken with a grain of salt. His mum’s on the other side of the room talking to Roxy for God’s sake. If he’d meant to say it, he would have waited for a more appropriate moment.

Though, he’s not sure there will ever be an appropriate moment for accidentally calling Harry daddy.

YAAASSSS. Nothing better than accidentally calling someone daddy.

Go For The Heart by @sexxicawrites

Eggsy hasn’t been coping well with Harry’s death … but it’s even worse when he finds out Harry is miraculously still alive. A forced confrontation and an accidental admission might just fix everything though.

Literally the first fic I ever read in the Kingsman fandom, and obviously it convinced me to stay ;)

So anyway those are just a few of my favourites, hope you enjoy! And as always hit me up if you want recs for a particular kink and I’ll see what I can do <3

why do I still go stand on
my balcony staring up at stars hoping that you are thinking what I am thinking?
why do I still wake up from my sleep when I hear a notification from my phone hoping that you sent me a message?
why do I still read those notes you passed to me in school hoping that you would be reading the notes I passed to you?
why do I still smell your cologne when I think of you?
why do I still feel the warmth of your skin when I think about the night we stayed up talking?
why do I still remember the small things you like… like spearmint gum, Kenny Rogers songs, the way you smile when you think of something dirty, everything about you?
why do I still…love you? when all you did was pretend to love me?
Meeting the gang (Patrick Hockstetter imagine)

Originally posted by hedgiemuffins

► Summary: The reader will see herself hanging with the Bowers gang because of her best friend Cathy without knowing that it will unleash a wicked game between her and one of the members of the gang.

► Pair: Patrick Hockstetter x reader

► Warnings: Bad language, Patrick being… Patrick (Not that much tho…yet)

Author’s notes: So I grew SUCH a crush on Owen Teague when I went to see “IT” for the first time and he plays the character I find the most interesting of the story so I though that besides of reading some Patrick imagines it could be cool if I started writing them as well. Hope you like it


Feel free to contact me HERE or send me a message with anything you need!

Constructive criticism is always welcome.

The worst part of Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays?
Having to stay at school for a few more hour after the end of the classes.
The best part of those same days?
You loved the meetings of the cinema club.

Your best friend Cathy was the one who convinced you to join the aforementioned club when the scholar year started. She had been part of it since last year and was pretty sure you would like being part of it so you decided to give it a try.

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How I write 10,000 words in a day

This is not a daily occurrence; 10,000 words in a day is a writing marathon that takes planning. It’s also not high-quality writing, but it is a good way to forge through the boring filler scenes I’ve been putting off and it gives me a lot of material on the page that I can later edit into something usable.


I choose a day at least a couple of days, if not weeks, in the future that I can fully dedicate to writing. I plan ahead, make sure I clear my schedule, sort out snacks and meals for the day, and (if working at home) take care of the house work. This way, I have nothing else to think about or get distracted by.

I keep a note book of things I want to write about, typically just a bullet-pointed list of scenes that I have thought about. I am more of a freestyler than a planner, so that’s about as planned ahead as I ever get. I have a playlist ready to listen to, which I may or may not use.

On the day, I get up early and head to the gym, go for walk, anything that gets me active and away from my work space for at least an hour (I have tried it without the exercise and found that the day’s word count is always lower if I skip it). I have breakfast (a meal I often don’t really bother with). Shower. Clean clothes. Brushed teeth. All of these things, so I am awake and fresh.

The actual writing

I open a new document (which I save as “10K Day [date]”) and just start typing. Sometimes this means fragments of conversations I thought about while on the treadmill, sometimes it’s working on something from the notebook. Whatever I’m writing, the trick is to write it, no editing, no hesitations, no back spacing, not even for typos. I get myself into a groove and just keep going.

If I find myself a bit stuck, if my fingers haven’t hit the keys in the last thirty seconds, I hit the Enter key three times and start writing something else. 99% of the time, this something else will be a different scene within the same story, but every now and then I’ll jump to a different story entirely. If I can’t think of the word I want or need to name a new character, I will just type XXX and keep going.

I have my notebook next to me, so I can just work my way down my ‘to write’ list if I am having trouble thinking of what to write. Often, I start with the notebook but by the end of the day won’t be referring to it as much, mostly writing things I haven’t thought about before. This is when a lot of character development happens, unplanned quirks and descriptions slip in, and the next thing I know this character is gay and that one’s a red head (later, I go back and make sure these elements are consistent throughout the story).

I work in two-hour blocks, with twenty-minute breaks in between and one hour for lunch. Usually, I hit a wall at about 8,000 words around 4pm. When this happens I stop for an hour or two. Maybe go for another walk, maybe take a nap. I get back to it after dinner and pass the 10,000-word mark around 8:00pm. This is just me, I have friends who also do this and write much faster than I do, getting their 10,000 in half the time, and others who almost never actually hit the target. It doesn’t actually matter if they don’t though, they have still spent a day on their writing and made real progress.

My favourite way of doing a 10,000-word day is making it a social event. My old writing group used to reserve a private room in the library and bring our laptops. We followed the same schedule of twenty-minute breaks every two hours, and wouldn’t interact during writing time, except maybe silently passing around chocolate. Then, during the breaks, we would tell each other what we were writing about.

We first started doing this by taking part in a monthly 10K Day run by a writing blog, where you could log on and post updates through the day, and encourage each other. It was great, and I would love to post a link to the site, but it’s been a long time since I visited the website, and when I went looking for it today I couldn’t find it :(

Post-10,000 word day

A day or two after I have done a 10,000-word day, I edit what I wrote. Or if not edit, at least see what I can use. I sit down and scroll through, reading what I spewed onto the page, often feeling like it’s the first time I have seen those words.

I may not be able to use everything I wrote right away. E.g a piece of dialogue is from this WIP, but I don’t know when it happens so don’t have anywhere to put it in the story right now. These fragments stay untouched.

Anything I can use right away, I copy and paste into a WIP. I don’t delete anything I write, so anything I use I change the colour of in the 10K document so I end up with a rainbow of used text. This lets me see what has and hasn’t been used with minimal effort when I come back to the 10K document later on.

Inside my Writing Folder, I have a Used folder. Once everything in a 10K Day document has been used, I move the document to the Used folder. Until then, it sits in the main folder, ready for me to open it up and scroll through. It can stay there for a long time, especially if it has pieces from more than one story in it. Having it there means that when I have time to write but find myself unsure what I want to say I have a stock pile of pieces to use as a jumping off point.


My therapist calls it
Situational depression.

I call it not getting out of bed,
Not eating or sleeping,
Losing interest in the things
That used to excite me,
And crying at random moments
When memories come racing back.

Sporadic reminders of
The pain I felt
Sitting in that cafe
As he read me his poetry
With tears in his eyes
Fear in his heart,
Wondering if I’d stay.

Fighting the constant urge
To tell him at this moment
That I wanted to stay,
That I would have stayed,
Had he not pushed me away
All those times-
But especially
That Saturday afternoon
In front of a darkened and distorted
That housed
The final reflection of us.
And the remote that broke us-
That broke you,
And me,
And our future
And the dreams I had of us.
Realizing you were right;
You had rage-

I just never thought
It would be towards me.


Don’t Say Anything (part 11)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: lil bit of this, lil bit of that


“Holy shit.” Pietro’s eyes are widened. “Holy shit.”

You hear the platinum blonde laugh a bit and you smack his arm. “It’s not funny.”

“I never said it was.” he giggled.

“Stop laughing!”

“I’m sorry my love it’s just-” he starts laughing again and you scowl. You charge at him, ready to hit him upside the head but he’s quick and grabs your hands, trapping them in his. “That’s very mean, honey.”

You struggle, trying to release your hands from his hold but it’s no use. “My situation is not funny, asshole.” you grunt.

Pietro laughs again, turning you around and hugging you tightly, your back to his front. You wriggle, trying to set yourself free but it doesn’t work. “If I had known all it took for you to admit your feelings was for Natasha to press on the matter, I would have been done so long ago.”

“Technically, I admitted my feelings for Bucky to Nat, not Bucky.” you correct but before Pietro could respond, the door opens revealing a smiling Bucky and Natasha.

Your body goes a bit limp in Pietro’s arms, seeing them smiling together. She probably told Bucky about your crush on him and they probably laughed and laughed. Who wouldn’t? It was stupid that for 5 years you were so hung up on Bucky thinking that you’d might actually have a chance with him when in reality, good looking guys like him don’t fall for their not-so-hot best friend.

Get a grip.

Bucky’s eyes lock on you and Pietro and his smile drops completely. You think he’s angry at you or that this is all so awkward. What do you say to someone who likes you when you don’t even like them back?

What you didn’t know was that he was getting a bit jealous, seeing Pietro with his arms around you. He wanted to walk over there and snatch you from him. Show Pietro that you where his girl and only his. Natasha catches on to Bucky’s aggravated demeanor and pulls him down to her level by his shoulder.

“Talk to her.” she whispered.

You look away as soon as she pulled him down towards her. You didn’t want to see the happy couple being all… happy.

Bucky nods and straightens up, clearing his throat in the process. He puts on his best ‘I’m-not-about-to-have-a-serious-panic-attack’ face and strides over to you all while mentally killing Pietro in about 100 different ways.

But when he stood in front of you, his mind completely went blank.

You didn’t even notice when Pietro let you go and went to stand by his sister and Steve. You glance at Bucky quickly before staring at your sock-covered feet, shifting from one foot to the other. Everyone in the room was staring at you like you were some zoo animal.

Bucky opened his mouth but then closed it soon after. Where was he supposed to start? What was he supposed to say? The brunette looks over his shoulder at Nat who gestured her hands at him. He nods and looks at you, tapping your shoulder like the two of you were in kindergarten to ask you for a crayon because he accidentally left his at home.

You look at him, waiting for him to speak first but instead of speaking, he quickly swoops down, capturing your lips in a sudden kiss. You almost melt into it. Almost.

But before you could pull away yourself, Natasha yanks the soldier away from you, frowning at him. “What are you doing?!”

Your lips tingle as you slap your hand against your mouth. “Nat I’m so sorry I-”

“I said talk to her not kiss her, you idiot!” she shouts.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I blanked!” he exclaimed, trying his best to dodge the punches Natasha was giving him.

Once she was done, she points over to you. “Talk to her.”

Bucky nods and turns back to you, taking a step closer to get away from Nat. He breathes in. “I-”

But you cut him off with a slap to the face, shocking Steve, Nat, Wanda, Bucky and Pietro. He holds his cheek and gives you a confused look. You fold your arms across your chest as your eyes swell with tears. “How dare you kiss me, James Barnes.” you snap. “You can’t just do that! You have a girlfriend for fucks sake! Who just so happens to be standing right over there and I am most definitely not one of those girls who hook up with their best friends boyfriend behind her back! I will not hurt my best friend like that! She means more to me than anything and I-” you choke on your tears, turning to Natasha. “I’m so sorry Nat. I never meant for all of this to happen. I tried to hard to keep my feelings out of the way but you just kept pushing the subject and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I didn’t mean for you to find out that way. Actually, I was hoping you never found out at all and that my feelings would just go away but my dumbass got overwhelmed and told you that it was Bucky who I have been madly in love with for five years.”

You shake your head, wiping away your tears as you make eye contact with a very surprised Bucky. “Yeah, you were the guy I had a crush on. The guy who had a girlfriend and only saw me as a friend. Don’t act so surprised, Barnes. I’m sure Nat told you when you two went to talk.”

Bucky stayed quiet. Actually, everyone stood quiet and that frustrated the hell out of you. “So there, everything’s out in the open. I’ve liked you for five years,” you point to Bucky. “I’m sorry that I like your boyfriend,” you point to Natasha then clap your hands together. “And that’s about it. Over and done with. Don’t worry I’ll get over you soon, just.. please stay away from me.” you pause and sniffle, wiping away those stupid tears that keep coming back. “Okay, conversation over. I’m gonna go and read a book or something - maybe sleep. I dunno yet.”

You move towards the door, wanting to go to Wanda’s room or even Tony’s room - anything to get away from Bucky but before you could leave, he grabs your hand and pulls you back.

“You didn’t even hear what I have to say.” he spoke softly.

You scoff and yank your hand away from him. “I don’t need to hear your rejection speech, Bucky. I know you want to be with Natasha I mean, what was I thinking? I was only your best friend. Nothing more.”

You step around Bucky but again, he pulls you back, pressing his lips to yours in another kiss and this time you’re the one who pulls away. Frowning and damn near ready to explode, you repeatedly hit his chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Bucky catches your hands in his, causing you to stop hitting him. You look at him and he smiles. He fucking smiles. “I love you.”

And there goes the little self control you had left. You kick Bucky’s leg and he lets go of your hands to tend to the spot you just kicked. While doing this, you start hitting his shoulder. “You can’t say that! Honestly, what’s wrong with you! You’re dating Natasha, my best friend if you’ve forgotten and I am not going to hurt her! You can take your shitty ‘I love you’ and shove it right up your a-”

“Y/N!” Natasha exclaimed, catching your attention. You notice she’s sporting a smile and you give her a confused look. Why is she smiling? Her boyfriend just kissed her best friend! “Let him talk, will ya?”

You knit your eyebrows together. “But he-”

“We’re not dating.” she says. “We never really were.”

You look at Bucky then at Natasha then back at Bucky, waiting for him to confirm or deny what she just said but he just stands there, mouth opening and closing. Natasha rolls her eyes.

“Long story short, he was using me because of the attention and I was using him because of the attention.” you’re still confused and Nat sees this which causes her to continue. “I missed Bruce and I filled that emptiness with Bucky and he wanted to be with you but he didn’t think you felt that way about him so he filled that emptiness with me. We were just using each other. We were a distraction for each other. I never really liked him and he never really liked me. We were lying to ourselves. Bucky likes you, Y/N.”

“Oh..” you nod, eyes wandering to the floor while everyone waited for another reaction. You kept nodding your head as you processed everything Natasha told you. Bucky and Nat don’t like each other. He likes you. He likes you. Holy shit, he likes you! Is this real life? Should you pinch yourself? You glance around the room and subtly pinch yourself. Ouch. Definitely real life. Your eyes travel up to lock with Bucky’s and you gasp. “Oh!” you immediately wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry for hitting and kicking and slapping you, Buck! Oh my god, I’m so so so sorry.” you pull away enough to cradle his face in your hands. The brunette laughs and takes your hands in his.

“It’s okay, baby doll.” he says before placing a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

You look over at Natasha before making your way over to her. “Are you still my best friend?”

She cocks her head to the side. “Are you still mine?”

You smile. “Of course.”

Nat’s lips spread into a grin. “Same here.”

You hug the red head, squeezing her tightly while she laughed. When you pulled away, she looked over at Bucky. “See Bucky, I told you. Sisters before misters.”

The super soldier playfully rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, can I have her back now?”

The red head smirked. “For now.”

You laugh at the two as you walk back over to Bucky.

“I love you too, by the way.” your words make Bucky chuckle as his cheeks tint pink.

“So are we good?” he asked, lacing his fingers with yours.

You nod. “We’re good.”

The two of you hug each other and while doing so, Pietro comes next to you. “What did I tell you, my love?”

Even with your face buried in Bucky’s chest, you can still see the stupid smirk that’s plastered on the speedy sokovian’s face. In response to Pietro’ s words, Bucky takes a step away from him, bringing you with him. You smirk against his clothed chest and look up at him.

“Why’d you move?”

“Huh? Oh I just… wanted to stretch out my legs a bit.” he shrugged.

Your smirk only grows as you fully pull away from Bucky’s hold. “Mhm.”

Bucky takes your hand in his, the two of you walking out of your room. “I did!”


“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, draping his arm over your shoulders. “I may or may not get a little jealous when you’re around Pietro.”

“I knew it!” you laugh.

“I mean, he calls you ‘my love’ like hello, excuse me, she’s mine, back up blondie.” he spoke and you laugh even more.

“Yours, huh?”

Bucky looks at you and smiles. “Shut up.” you two unknowingly make it to the elevator and once the doors close, he kisses the top of your head. “Wanna go get a milkshake?”

You nod. “Hell yeah I do.”

After all, getting milkshakes was a Y/N and Bucky thing.

A/N: ONE MORE PART TO GO SUCKAASSSS. Tell me what ya think!



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dating theo raeken would include...

— hating each other before getting to know one another

•arguing until your voice is raw and your face is flushed with blood from every ounce of anger you’ve put into the argument with theo

•theo spitefully calling you “princess” when you argue

•"don’t you fucking call me princess, you fucking asshole!“

• him doing it anyways because the lil shit knows it pisses you off

— him beginning to like your personality

•he likes how you aren’t afraid to tell anybody what you’re thinking. it’s almost as if there is no filter between your brain and your mouth.

•he loves the way you argue with every ounce of your soul. he knows you’re stubborn and that even if you play unfairly, you’ll do it to win.

• but there’s a side of you he’s never gotten to encounter like some of the other pack members, you can be soft and kind and he loves that too.

—him starting to try and get closer to you

• “i know we haven’t been on the best terms since we met, but i’d like to at least try to be civil with each other.”

•you hesitate to agree but he’s got these pleading eyes that you can’t deny anything to.

•"we can make that arrangement. just try not to be such an asshole, raeken.“

—asking you out on a date after a week of getting to know you personally

•although not a very romantic person, he goes all out for you.

•you’re showered with a bouquet of red roses, and it has one white rose in the middle

•he’s the ultimate gentleman around you. opening doors, complimenting your everything, and it’s just really great.

•on this date, you both talk about a lot. he finds that you have a darker past than he originally thought, and that’s why you weren’t trusting of him first.

—stiles eventually finding out about this

•"you went out with, WHO?”

•"stiles, it’s really not a big deal, he’s actually a really great guy.“

•since stiles is like your overly protective older brother, he gives stiles ‘that’ talk.

•"theo, i’m not even fucking joking. if i hear a word come out of her mouth that has anything with you mistreating her, you will not live to see the next hour.”

—finding out about theo and the dread doctors

•"i cannot believe i trusted you. i trusted you, theo! i was warned, i was warned so many times, but i didn’t listen because you seemed like a decent guy!“

•"y/n, I am so, very very sorry.”

•"yeah fucking right. i cannot believe i let my guard down and let you into my life in the first place.“

—not talking to him for two weeks, until your forced to work by his side

•"y/n, please talk to me.”

•"theo, it’s been so hard, i have to literally have somebody take my phone away from me so i don’t call you. so i don’t look at all of our past messages or listen to those fucking voicemails.“

•"i feel it too, i feel that too.”

•"do you? did you feel that way when i left? even though you sit there and flirt with tracey and hayden? even though you sit there and act like nothing is wrong?“

•"i’m a fucking wreck y/n, please understand that.”

•"i am too, theo, but here’s something you don’t fucking understand. i fucking love you and i want to stay away no matter how much it reads me apart.“

—saving you from the dread doctors

•"i fucking told them not to touch you.”

•"theo? what are you doing here?“

•you don’t remember anything before the dread doctors found you, but all you can see if theo frantically untying straps that hold you down and a worried expression on his face. you’re in and out of sleep.

•"princess, i need you to stay awake.”

•"where’s scott?“

•theo visibly tenses when you say that

•"we can worry about that later, baby. let’s focus on saving you first.”

—waking up in the hospital bed with theo by your side, other pack members scattered around the room, and some down in the cafeteria.

•you immediately trying to rip the IV’s from your arm, you’re so frightened.

•theo suddenly jumps up and clasps your wrists in his hands

•"y/n, calm down.“

•you start to breathe normally and he lets go of your wrists.

•"i’m so sorry, i can’t even string together words to tell you how sorry i am. i love you so much, i never thought they would go as far as harming you.”

•"theo, shut the hell up, i have a headache, and these lights don’t help. let’s worry about this later.“

—having a long and deep conversation about everything

•"theo, don’t you dare fucking lie to me, not anymore. i told you this in the beginning, and you need to get this straight, i will not tolerate being lied to.”

•"i promise you, i will never lie to you again. i won’t keep anything from you, and you won’t ever have to worry about that again.“

•"theo, you need to tell me everything.”

•and theo does. every fine detail is just one more piece of his broken soul.

•"i have a fucked up past, but i love you.“

Dr. Spencer Reid

Originally posted by dicaprio-diaries

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Spencer gets handsy. A swear or two

Summary: You’ve had the biggest crush on the shy doctor since you first laid eyes on him, but you never imagined that he could feel the same way. Everything comes to light when you two have to stay behind one night and finish some files.- Heather @livingthefand0mlife

Read part two here

Reader’s POV

Two times, it’s been twice that he has licked those deliciously pink lips of his. Twice in the past five minutes that I have stared longingly at the lips, I so wished to taste. I think that they probably taste like coffee, more sugar than coffee if we are being honest. It’s so easy to get lost when staring at him, he’s almost too handsome to be real. 

“Y/N? Y/N, do you need something?” His voice startled me and pulled me back to reality. The reality where I didn’t get to kiss him and he didn’t know about my strong feelings for him. “You were staring like you had something to say.”  If I didn’t know any better I’d say that there was a faint blush dusting his cheeks. 

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To: all US corporations

Re: Reputation management and PR

Hi.  You don’t know me, because I have absolutely no experience in the PR industry, and there are probably thousands of (on paper, at least) more qualified candidates than I am for any PR job you have.

However, in light of recent events and the accusations of [ sexism / racism / ableism / homophobia / transphobia / antisemitism / etc] that have been made against your company or persons associated with your company, and/or your current practices that involve [ police brutality / environmental destruction / etc ] I have several key skills that I believe would make me a good fit for your organization.

First, I have a basic sense of human decency, and I strive every day to at least do the bare minimum to be a good person and a participant in a healthy society.  I take this absolute bare minimum and apply it to everything I do, including things at work.  For instance, when someone makes a sexist joke at work, I say ‘that’s sexist, and not particularly clever’ out loud, in front of the person who made the joke.  As another example, when I fuck up and someone tells me I did, I say ‘damn, I am sorry, I will not do the thing again’ out loud and in public, and hold myself accountable.

Second, I know how to stay in my lane, and would like to help your executives to stay in theirs.  If a problem comes along that I believe would benefit from the voices of those who are marginalized by the problem (read: every problem, always, every time and forever) I would find someone in the PR department or an executive who can speak with that voice, and ask them how we should deal with the problem, and then give them a bonus for sticking with us and doing additional emotional labor on top of their usual work.  If we do not have someone who works for us and can deal with this issue who also comes from the appropriate community, I would ask you why the fuck not and pay a professional consultant three times their going rate just to deal with us, because we are assholes.

Third, please see the attached audio files, where I articulate key statements that have been missing from your campaigns in the past, including:

  • I am personally sorry and the company is working to rectify the problem,
  • We are changing our policies so this does not happen again, and here are the concrete steps as to how,
  • We have fired the employee in question, because ‘suspending’ them is usually a way to get the press off our backs while actually doing nothing,
  • I acknowledge the basic humanity of the person we have wronged, and 
  • while this will not undo the damage here is a substantial settlement that comes without a gag order, because buying silence is pretty gross.

I am willing to work just about anywhere, and for 10% of the collective salaries of people whose fuckups I have to fix on an annual basis, plus expenses.  This includes secondary fuckups like doubling down before calling me.  Any fuckups I have to fix that are a result of you ignoring or contradicting what I say cost the full annual salary of those who fucked up.  Failure to follow through on promises I make in public on behalf of your corporation cost $18 billion each and the right to stand, silently, in your annual meeting making uncomfortable eye contact with every member of the board while I very slowly peel carrots and potatoes with a very sharp knife for as long as I damn well please.

I am willing to work in just about any industry but I reserve the right to laugh, tell you to fuck off, and remind you I have a soul if you’re just too ghoulish to take money from.  You know who you are.


Knitmeapony, JD

Because I love those hours before the sun comes up, when you wake up for a moment and you realize you can stay in bed just a little while longer. And you’re safe. And there’s no rush. And it’s quiet. For all my hub loves. xo Pre-pancakes, so it’s v smutty. Don’t get me wrong, it’s highly emotional and descriptive, but it’s still porn. To experience the full mood of this thing, I’d recommend listening to Max Richter’s “Three Worlds” as you read.  @captainwiley @dassala @the-reason-to-sail-home @thejollypirate @businesscasualprincess @shoedonym @katie-dub @abbadons-little-witch @swanandapirate @mahstatins

+ It’s dark when she opens her eyes. Not the dark of late evening, when the stars have begun to twinkle in the sky—when the only sound to be heard is the choral chirping of insects, the darkening of doorways. No, it’s a darkness that knows it will have to fade eventually, a grey dawn that casts their bedroom in a hazy, dreamlike glow.

A nippy, quiet breeze smelling suspiciously of rain tiptoes through the open window and she catches the scent of him on the air. It’s a spicy mixture of cologne and sweat, a warm, enticing blend that clashes wonderfully with the fresh, tingling wetness of an impending storm. She can feel his rough, weathered fingers against the bare flesh of her waist. The tap, tap, tapping of his thumb against her belly. The smooth, hard metal of his ring against her stomach not unlike the steady ringing of a church bell, a far off song, a call to his side.

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Half-Sister, All Burden (Part 2)

Dean x Sam x Reader

Reader (Adam’s sister) living with Sam and Dean in the bunker. Dean hates the reader but she made the ultimate sacrifice for him.

Part 1

Warning: self-abuse, angst

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Half-Sister, All Burden Part 2

I woke up, again. It was just like normal. Waking up in the cage, wishing I was dead. However, this time was a little different. I felt like somebody was holding me. I looked up and saw Sam. It was one of Lucifer’s tricks again. Sam was going to tell me that he did not love me and that I was a burden. I closed my eyes, not wanting to hear what fake Sam had to say.

“Baby, wake up! It’s Sammy here. Baby, I love you, please wake up!!” fake Sam said.

“Sammy?” I asked. This has never happened before. Weird. I debated whether or not to believe. I chose to believe, this time. I had nothing to lose, right?

“Yes, baby, it’s me. Please wake up!” fake Sam pleaded. I got up and looked around. There was Lucifer, as usual. Dean was also here, weird. Sam was holding me like a baby. I wondered what had happened for them to visit me here.

“The princess has awaken!” announced Lucifer.

“What is this? Is this some sick joke again? What is going to happen next, are you going to make them torture me because you won’t?” I asked. I was angry.

“No, baby. Listen to me, we are real. Dean and I are really here. We are here to get Lucifer’s help.” Sam said. He pulled me into his arms, holding me tight.

“Y/N, they are very much real.” Crowley said, outside the cage. I looked into Crowley’s eyes. There was no trace of lies. I looked up at Sam with tears in my eyes. I immediately latched onto him like a parasite. I hugged him with everything I got in me. After what seems like eternity, I pulled away and looked at Dean. He looked guilty.

“Well, let us all settle down while I catch Dean up shall we?” Lucifer said.

“Catch me up on what? There is nothing to catch up here. Rowena! Get Sam and I out of here!” Dean said. Dean was a little scared. I don’t think that it was about Lucifer who was standing right beside him. I think it was something else.

“Please! This is my cage, I decide who leaves and who stays.” Lucifer says. He was eyeing Dean. Dean was looking at me. His eyes filled with fear.

“Y/N, would you like to tell Dean what happened or do you want me to do it?” Sam asks me gently.

“She is not real Sam. This is Lucifer tricking us. Y/N is dead and it will stay that way!” Dean yells. I have never seen him so afraid.

“Beeep! That is a lie Dean Winchester. Tell Sam what Crowley told you a month after Y/N disappeared.” Lucifer said.

“You knew! You knew that Y/N was in the cage and you did not tell me! WHY?” Sam yells at Dean.

“Fine! I lied. I knew about Y/N being in the cage. You happy now?” Dean yells, his hands in the air. I felt my heart sink. He knew, all this time and made no attempt to help me.

“She did this to save you Dean! How can you not feel anything? She is our sister Dean!” Sam said.

“You think I did not feel bad Sam? Everyday, I wished that I could replace her in this cage. But you needed me Sam. I could not leave you. You come first Sam! You are family!” Dean says.

“So is she! If she stays, I stay!” Sam said calmly.

“Excuse me! I am the judge here! I WILL HAVE ORDER!” Lucifer said, banging his fist on the side of the cage. He then stood in between Sam and Dean.

“Sam, do you have anything else to say before I pass the judgement?” Lucifer asks.

“Yes, take me instead. I will take her place. Release Y/N!” Sam said. As much as I was touched by Sam’s love for me, I won’t allow him to take my place!

“No! I won’t allow it. Take me and release them!” Dean said.

“That is ridiculous guys! This is my destiny! I made the damn deal!” I said.

“Everyone shut up!” Lucifer yells. We all stopped yelling. This was it. Lucifer was about to take a pick on who stays and who goes.

“I have made my choice.” Lucifer said. “The one who stays is…”

Suddenly a white light enveloped us and the next thing I knew, we were transported into the bunker. All of us. In front of us stood a man. He wasn’t someone I knew. He didn’t wear pants and was having chinese take out food. He looked like a nerd.

“Father?” Lucifer asks. We all looked at Lucifer, then the stranger.

“God?” Dean asks.

“Does this mean that I don’t have to go back to the cage?” I asked. Chuck looked at me with sadness in his eyes. He walked over to me, cradled my face in his hands and kissed my forehead. Instantly I felt fresh. It was as if I was born again. I did not feel depressed anymore. There was hope in me. I could feel myself smiling. I felt joy for the first time in so many years.

“Oh sweetie, you will never hurt like that again. That is a promise.” Chuck said. Then he looked at Lucifer and snapped his fingers. Instantly, both of them disappeared. We looked around and realized we were alone. I looked at Sam and smiled. He pulled me into a bear hug and laughed out loud. I don’t remember him laughing that hard before.

After what seems like hours in Sam’s arms, I pulled away and slowly looked towards Dean. I did not expect what I saw. Dean had tears in his eyes. He stood there, blank, as if he did not know what to do. I have never seen him this lost. It was then when I decided that I should be the one to take the first step. I ran towards him and hugged him as tight as I could. After a split second, I felt Dean return the hug. He was crying.

“I am so sorry Y/N. I should have tried harder but I was scared. I am so so sorry.” Dean said, his voice breaking. I did not know what to say. I just hugged him harder. We stood like that for what seemed like eternity. Dean then pulled away but he still held me at arm length. He knelt down and looked up to me.

“Y/N, I have been such a terrible brother to you. There are no words that can describe how bad I treated you. I don’t care if you don’t want me as a brother anymore. I promise that for as long as I live, I will make it up to you. I can only hope that one day, you will find it in your heart to forgive me. Hell, I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I should have been the one in hell. Damn, I am so so sorry.” Dean said. He hugged me tight. I could hear him sobbing.

“Dean, I just want my big brother back. That was all I wanted, was for you to be my big brother. Can I have that? Please?” I asked. That was the truth. I only wanted my big brother back.

“Yes! Yes you can. You can have all of me. I will quit hunting just for you. I will do anything for you!” Dean answered. He gave his biggest grin to me. It was the first time Dean ever smiled at me. Being in the cage was worth it. I finally got Dean to love me.

The next few months was filled with happiness. Sam, Dean and I were inseparable. The only exception was when they had to hunt because other hunters were busy. During those times, I would stay back in the bunker and clean. They would rush back to me as soon as they were done. Other times, we would be in the bunker watching movies, playing games, cooking and reading up on the lore. We almost started a band but Sam couldn’t sing and Dean’s rhythm was atrocious.

Other than that, we were pretty much like one big happy family. There was only one problem. We were always together, the three of us. I was never alone with Dean.

I woke up screaming. It was the same nightmare. Dean telling me that I was a burden and he would kill me if he had the chance. I always woke up before he managed to “kill” me but this time, he did. I woke up screaming. I was panting hard. My hands were on my tummy where Dean had supposedly stabbed me. I checked myself, worried that it wasn’t a dream. Then I heard it. Dean’s footsteps coming towards my room.

Dean’s POV

I heard her the first time. It was the kind of scream that meant she was in trouble. I ran straight to her room with a knife in my hand. I lost her once, I will not lose her again. I would gladly kill whoever that is hurting her. I reached her room and flung open the door. There she was on the bed. I barged into her room looking for the intruder. When I saw that there was no one in her room, it hit me. She was having a nightmare.

Y/N’s eyes locked onto mine. I saw fear in her eyes. I realized I must have looked like an actual intruder with the knife in my hand. I dropped the knife immediately and put my hands in the air as a sign of surrender.

“Y/N, it is just me.” I said as I walked closer to the bed. Y/N started to edge her way into the wall. It was as though she was afraid of me.

“Whatever your nightmare was, it is not real. Trust me!” I said. I stopped moving so she would not be afraid. I thought of calling Sam but he was out helping another hunter. I knew I should have gone instead of Sam.

“You killed me Dean! You stabbed me! I trusted you!” Y/N yelled. She must think that she is still dreaming. I need to prove to her that I will never hurt her.

“I am sorry Y/N. Please, believe me. I would never hurt you.” I said, kneeling down. Maybe if I wasn’t so big, she would be less frightened. Then I had an idea.

“Y/N, come here. Hit me. Hit me with everything you’ve got. I will prove to you that no matter what, I will not hurt you.” I said. That was what she needed. No, I needed her to hurt me. That way, I would be able to make it up to her.

Y/N got out of the bed slowly. She walked up to me carefully. It was like a sheep approaching a dead tiger. I stayed as still as I could. Any sudden moves would definitely scare her. She stopped about four feet in front of me. She looked like she was waiting for something. After about ten seconds, I decided that if she did not want to hurt me, I could always do it for her.

I started slapping and punching myself. I did not hold back. I bit through the pain and continued punching myself on the face. I heard a gasp and looked up at Y/N. She was shocked.

“Stop.” she said softly. I did not stop. I continued punching myself. I could taste the blood in my mouth. My whole face was sore.

“Stop! Stop it Dean!” Y/N yelled. I did not stop even then. Then she did something that I did not expect. She launched herself at me and held me. I stopped hitting myself and surrendered to her. I was sobbing hard, not from the pain but from guilt. She held me there for a long time. She was the first to pull away. Tears were rolling down her face. I reached up with my thumb and wiped them.

“I am so sorry for everything Y/N. Please, tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do it. I’ll die if that would bring you peace.” I said. Y/N shook her head. Then, she knelt down and looked up at me.

“No, please stay. Don’t leave me. I need my big brother. I am scared Dean. Don’t leave me alone.” she said and hugged me tight. That was all I needed to do. She needs me to love and protect her. She needs me to be her big brother. I held her tight to myself.

“I won’t leave you Y/N, I promise. I will love and protect you as long as I live.” I said as I pulled away and looked at her. She nods and gives me a small smile.

“Call me sissy, like Sam does.” she says. She brought her hand to my face and gives me a pained expression.

“I look terrible, don’t I?” I asked with a small laugh.

“Don’t worry Dean, I’ll take care of you.” she said. With that, she left the room looking for the first aid kit.

After she patched me up, I got up to leave. We both needed to sleep after that whole fiasco. We were both tired, physically and mentally. As I walked out, Y/N pulled me back. I turned around and looked at her questioningly.

“Can you stay with me tonight? Just in case the nightmares come back. Please.” she gave me some serious puppy eyes. How could I say no?

“I thought you’d never ask.” I said. She smiled. I followed her to the bed. We both got in and settled down. I expected her to just sleep beside me, but she turned to me and placed her head on my chest. I smiled and put my hand around her and started playing with her hair.

“Goodnight Dean, I love you!” she said.

“I love you too sissy. Goodnight.” I replied.

So...about the Haikyuu dub

If you’re going into the dub expecting every character’s voice to be a carbon copy of their Japanese counterpart … you’re going to be very disappointed.  

The thing that makes a dub good is how the voice fits the character; not how it compares to the original voice actor.  The original voice actor took their own original take on the character, and now it’s the dub voice actor’s turn to put their own original spin on the character, while staying true to the character’s original personality.  There is plenty of room for originality while still staying true to the original character.  

Some people don’t like dubs.  I get that.  They can feel awkward, clunky, and just plain funny at times without meaning to be.  But, when a dub is well-made it can really enhance the viewing experience for a person, like me, who speaks English better than they speak Japanese (I really don’t speak any).  Reading subtitles can be taxing for some, especially those with dyslexia and other reading disabilities.  Believe me, this dub is a real good thing for Haikyuu!  It makes the show much more accessible to a lot of people!  

So when the dub finally comes out come September, please keep an open mind and actually give the voices a chance before you start hating on it.  If it’s bad, it’s bad.  I’ll eat my freakin’ crow I guess (hehe, puns).  But if it’s good, I don’t want all you dub haters ruining a good dub for those of us who enjoy them.  

nogoodusername17  asked:

I have question I hope you can answer. Did Hanyu change the transitions in his free in 4CC from past performances? I have seen analysis of it before and they say that he has the hardest and most varied transitions in H&L but now I find people saying that it was a lot of crossovers and two footed skating because he was trying to land his quads. I can't tell the difference when it comes to transitions, and I hope you can help me understand this . Thank you this wonderful blog, it is a joy to read

Being brutally honest (again :P), I can only suppose those people don’t know what a crossover is nor what is two-foot skating.

If those people is still TSL, it’s not a supposition but just a statement. Really, do not give them your time. They need the buzz of being controversial to try and stay relevant and they need the buzz to pay back those fools giving them any money (:

Now, coming to your question, thankfully there are people who do things and save me time :P so here you are a direct comparison of Hope&Legacy in all its versions up to now from Autumn Classic to 4CC:

It’s pretty evident how the program was way more rich @ 4CC compared to the the start of the season and even comparing it to GPF you can notice some touches more.

Transition wise the biggest thing that was taken out @ 4CC was the last part of his entry to the second axel combo (at GPF, ie, he just goes straight into his 3A, at 4CC he takes a bit more to enter the 4T).

If you want an analysis of this program for what falls under transition, the best one around is still this one:

This is a video of his step sequence explained (this is not directly linked to TR, but it helps to understand the different kind of steps and turns and to check them vs what Yuzu does outside his sequence):

And this a comparison video of everything that is not jumps/spins between Chen and Yuzuru at 4CC:

(And thank you for your compliment :D )

Drop Your Pants

Pairing: Ben Platt x ArtMajor!Reader

Warning: swear words, sexual implications 

Request: “i would DIE if u did an art student reader x ben platt !!!!!!”

Word Count: 1815

Note: THIS STARTED OUT REAL FLUFFY ((and the entire thing is)) but the ending,,,, i just had to, im sorry. who knows i might even make part 2 ;—)  as always, feedbacks are appreciated!


Without a doubt, Ben found it absolutely beautiful when he found out you were an art student. He always had a knack for art, never really having the opportunities to talk about it as he didn’t have anyone to share the common interest with.

He admits that dating you entailed a lot of cheesy yet exquisite moments. Not that he was complaining. He always got the same giddy feeling whenever you mindlessly drew landscapes on his forearm, asking him to let you paint portraits on his back, and when he catches that glint in your eyes as you pull out your sketch journal whenever you see something worth drawing. 

Heck, there were even moments where he’d catch you staring at him for nearly an hour and you’d present him with a breathtaking sketch. Even if it was a loose drawing, he’d still find it stunning.

He just absolutely loved how you were able to catch every single beautiful thing in your line of vision and interpret them into something even more beautiful through your pieces.

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