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10 Angry College Tips For Incoming Freshmen

(I finished my freshman year this spring with a 4.0 GPA, an off-campus research internship, and three professors contacting me suggesting that I apply for a fulbright scholarship.  These tips aren’t coming out of my ass.) 

1. LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SAY THIS: YOU DO NOT NEED TO “GET INVOLVED” IN STUPID CLUBS IF YOU DON’T ENJOY THEM.  Hear “get involved! :)” for the 1000th time and just barf in your mouth a little and move on.  If you work hard and get good grades, and socialize with people on campus when you have free time (it comes more naturally than you think) YOU WILL.  BE.  FINE.  Actually better than fine.  You’ll have time to get a real job/internship, which by the way, is what the real world wants to see you prioritizing.  Moral of the story: Only join clubs if they help your personality thrive and feel healthy.  Don’t do them because you feel pressured.  

2. DON’T TAKE SHIT FROM A N Y O N E. I know you’re trying to fit in and take the stance of trying to make everyone happy to make sure you’ll have plenty of friends.  But you have to realize that you literally just met these people, and they just met you.  If they create an uncomfortable environment for you that makes college harder to cope with, get them the fuck out of your life. Ain’t nobody got time for people’s high school-ass drama.  

3. SKIP YOUR CLASSES SOMETIMES.  If you really have your shit together, it won’t matter.  Your school will say the amount of skips you can get away with before it harms your grade.  Use. Them.

4. BECOME THE MASTER OF WRITING ESSAYS IN ONE NIGHT.  You will have to.  I’m telling you right the fuck now.  And you can get an A, if you work your lil ass off. I’ve done it many times.  

5. DON’T CARE FOR EVEN 1 SECOND WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK OF YOU.  If you wanna wear sweats and no makeup, do it.  If you want to dress up and take time to put on makeup, do it.  If you want to stay away from partying, do it.  If you want to party, have a good ass time.  If anyone has enough time to judge you, they need to be studying harder or getting a hobby.  Make yourself comfortable and happy as fuck and enjoy your time in college worry-free. 

6. BE THE ASSHOLE WITH A TABLET OR LAPTOP IN LECTURE.  You won’t have time to copy it all down.  You’ll be miserable.  Just trust me.  I know studies say its more effective to write stuff down for memory, but, write them out later or something.  Learned that one the hard way.

7. DON’T REWRITE YOUR NOTES IF IT DOESN’T HELP YOU STUDY.  If you know doing that doesn’t help you memorize, don’t do it, period.  Or, if you have a collossal asston of notes (like I did) it isn’t even worth rewriting them all in the first place. I’ve fallen down that hole and lost motivation and time.  Just reread them or make flashcards or whatever.  Study for effectiveness, not aesthetic.

8. BE PREPARED FOR LAB TO GO THE “WHOLE TIME.”  Yah, you’re gonna see 3 hours on that brand-shiny-new schedule of yours and be like there’s no way it’ll go that long, right? LOL about that.  Just mentally brace yourself.  Eat and drink beforehand for the love of god we don’t need hangry people handling chemicals.  

9. COMMUTING DOESN’T MAKE YOU A LONER.  Just.  No. If you live close to campus, are comfortable with commuting, and know you’ll save yourself MAJOR debt by doing it, do it and don’t feel a fucking ounce of guilt about it.  It’ll be some early mornings, but your fresh out of college broke ass will thank you, and you’ll use your time more effectively.  (Plus you get a non grimy shower like??)

10. LOVE YOUR NEW FINE ASS SELF.  College is a fresh start.  Put energy into who you have always wanted to be.  And don’t compromise that out of social anxiety and embarrassment.  You’ll be happy and thank yourself if you step out of your comfort zone to be the person you’ve always had in mind.  

Make Daddy Proud

A/N: ” harrys girl who has a HELLA MAJOR PRAISE KINK!!!!!!! plz and thank uuu”  Enjoy!

  “Harry! I got a ninety-seven!” I heard Y/n squeal from the living room. “Way to go, babe!” I praise and quickly place the shirt i just folded into my drawer. I laugh to myself and make my way over to where she was. I turn the corner and see her standing in front of the coffee table with her phone in her hand, she had been refreshing her email all afternoon. She’d studied for thirteen hours straight prior to this exam so, one can only assume she wanted this very badly. Before she realizes i’m in the room, I scoop her up in my arms and spin her around. 

  “i’m so proud of you” I mutter, my face nuzzled between her neck and shoulder. She takes my face in her hands and looks me in the eyes. “Did I make daddy proud?” She squints at me. I throw my head back, laughing. Y/n giggles as I set her back down to stand on her own. She sits her phone down on the table before turning back to me. 

  “Of course you did, you’ve always been daddy’s little star.” I wink.

  She raises an eyebrow and starts to play with the hair and the nape of my neck. My hand travels down from the middle of her back to lift up the hem of her shirt and gently run my nails against the skin of her hips. She hisses and touches her forehead to mine. “How come you never reward me, then?” she asks, nibbling on her bottom lip. 

“A lip bite? Very original” I tease.

 Y/n smirks and reaches her hand between our faces. She brushes her thumb over my lip “I could always bite yours, would that be more exciting?”

  She ignited a fire in me with a single sentence. I sigh, not only because I felt myself getting harder by the second, but because she had made me feel like a teenager again. All she did was was ask me a risque question and i’m already as hard as a rock. Sadly, I can’t say this is the first time its happened. She glances up at me through her lashes and waits for my response. “Why don’t you help me find more ways to make you proud, yeah?” she suggests, gesturing for me to sit on the couch. I know where this is going. That particular look in her eyes is a look i’ve seen before. Pupils dilated, lips nice and wet, breath shallow.

She gets down on her knees in front of me and wastes no time dragging my sweatpants down. I’m not wearing boxers today, I figured we would get a little hot and bothered at some point today (it being our only free day this week, and all) and I wanted to make the process less tedious. I’m thanking myself a million times internally. I take my shirt off rather quickly, my eyes glued to her, anticipating her next move.

  Y/n doesn’t bother pulling the trousers all the way off of my legs, she lets them pool at my feet. She takes my cock in her small hands kisses the tip, she lets some spit dribble out and onto the head before swiping over it with her thumb. The very same thumb she had used to toy with my lip not too long ago. I can’t stop the hiss that slips out, today is not a good day to prolong the foreplay. I very well might cum before the good stuff starts.

  She takes notice of my sensitivity to her touch and cuts to the chase, lowering her mouth down on me. Her tongue laps at the veins of my shaft and she knows how to apply just the right amount of pressure with her teeth. I feel them graze me as she brings her head back up to my tip. 

‘ah fuck..that’s good baby” I pant. She whimpers on me, her hand squeezing the base of me. She loves when I praise her….this could be fun. I decide to take it up a notch. What harm could a little more motivation do? 

“shit baby i- mm fuck you take such good care of your man, don’t you?” 

She nods lightly, my dick still lodged in her pretty mouth. I reach down and caress her cheek with my finger. “so fucking good, princess” I groan. She’s enjoying this. I can tell by how her eyes light up every time I speak. “You’re licking me with the same tongue you use to give th-those big speeches at school” I started, her eyebrows furrow. She has no clue where i’m going with this but continues to bob her head up and down. 

“That mouth is pure gold in and outside of the bedroom….you please daddy in every single way” This seems to do it for her. She lifts her mouth off of me and stands up to take down her yoga pants. 

“Come on” is all she spits out at me before walking towards the bedroom. I jump up, kicking my own pants off.

When i enter the room, I see her lying down on the bed, her panties around her ankles. She’s rubbing herself with one hand and beckoning me over to her with the other. I stride over to the bed, tugging at myself as I do so. “You getting ready fo’ me?” I ask her, she nods quickly. She seems so excited and i can’t hide the smile spreading across my face. I climb on the bed and toss her pink panties somewhere behind me, she doesn’t hesitate to open her legs up for me. Welcoming me in, inviting me. 

I decide to skip the foreplay and get right to business. I run my swollen head up her slick folds, forcing an incredibly loud moan from her when I stop to tap on her clit with my member. I let out a breath I didn’t know i was holding when she pushes her shirt over her breasts and begins to knead at them. I line my tip up at her entrance and push in slowly, making sure she can feel my every ridge. She arches her back when I fill her completely, stretching her to no end.

“You’re taking daddy so well baby” I groan out. I lean down to suck on her neck. “K-keep talking, Harry” she pleads. I kiss my way up to her ear and nip at her lobe a bit, filling her to the peak with every stroke. “You always get so wet fo’ me” I slow down a bit, it appears that all this praise is starting to get to me as well. I sit back up and hike her knee up so I can thrust even deeper than before. This time, I can feel her walls squeezing me, I also feel myself pulsating inside her. I’m getting close.

“You’re gonna make me cum baby ahh…ooh yes” I hiss. My thrusts are noticeably unsteady at this point but i’m fighting it. I want to make sure she finishes first and judging by the way she’s clenching around me, she’s just as close as I am if not closer.

“fuck harry oh!….mmh please” her hands are scraping at my forearms that stand on either side of her head, making it harder for me to hold myself up. I place my hands on the head board and pull out of her almost completely before rolling my hips back in to meet hers. Again and again and again until I have her body trembling beneath mine. She’s begging me not to stop. She’s pleading for me to cum with her, and my body betrayed me by obeying her orders. The muscles in my abdomen tighten and I clench my jaw shut.

”cum for me ahhh….f-fuck that’s a good girl ”

I feel my toes curl as the white sensation builds up. 

Then it hits me like a wave. “ooh Y/n fuck yes..fuck baby yess ahh” I cum in long, hot spurts with her still tightening around my cock. I kiss her slowly feeling my heart return to its natural rhythm. I lean up and move her hair from her face before dipping down to kiss her nose. “That was intense “ She laughed. I nod, still a bit winded. I pull out of her and grab one of the clean shirts from the pile I was folding earlier; I use it wipe us both clean. Thankfully, we didn’t soil the sheets this time so I happily climb under the covers and wait for her to do the same. She rests her head on my tattooed swallow and tangles her legs up with mine. 

“All this because of a test, I wish you would score this high all the time” I tease.

“Yeah? Well I wish you would finish folding the laundry…” she snickered

A Study in Hypocrisy #2.6

Or why the Avengers’ relationship to Tony was unhealthy at best, Steve isn’t fit to be a leader, and why I’m Team Iron Man to the end.


WHY TONY’S RELATIONSHIP WITH THE AVENGERS IS UNHEALTHY AT BEST

Tony’s relationship with the Avengers has always made me uncomfortable. For the longest time, I couldn’t put my finger on why exactly, but I’ll try to organize my thoughts in this series.  

This post was getting far too long, so I decided to cut it into parts, one per Avenger.


WANDA

Let’s talk about Wanda. 

Wanda, who chooses to join a known terrorist organization to get revenge over Tony in the stupidest plot ever, because, come on. If your parents are killed in a car accident, you’re not going to go kill the car manufacturer in revenge. It’s absurd. It’s insane. It makes no sense whatsoever

But she makes that choice. God only knows how many people she killed during her and Pietro’s time with HYDRA, but she obviously doesn’t give a damn. In fact, her revenge against Tony doesn’t seem to include actually causing him physical harm, but rather…killing as many innocent people over the world as she can? Otherwise, she could have, you know. Killed him at the beginning of Age of Ultron. Instead, she triggered the creation of Ultron, mentally raped and tortured people who’d already been through a shit-ton of trauma, and let loose a creature known to be uncontrollable and highly destructive on hapless civilians. 

And she does. not. care. 

Then, she realizes all of a sudden that, wait! Ultron wants to destroy the world I happen to be a part of. Does that mean I’ll die, too? It must! Nope, that won’t do. Let’s switch sides. 

Then Clint goes and makes her an Avenger, without any consideration for Natasha, his friend and teammate, who had to relive her blood-drenched past, or Bruce, his teammate and friend, whom Wanda forced to massacre innocent civilians, or Tony, his teammate and supposed friend, who went through a hellish vision. Clint, who has experienced mind-control and its consequences before, just welcomes a proven disloyal, murderous witch into the team all on his own. As if all was forgiven and the lives she’d taken didn’t matter. As if the harm she caused wasn’t a problem and should be forgotten just because she suddenly saw the light and really is “just a kid.” 

But she didn’t. 

First, she doesn’t give a crap about the lives lost. She doesn’t give a crap about who lives or dies, and about what she did/caused.  

Second, she’s not a freaking kid. She’s a grown-ass woman of 26, only a few years younger than Steve, and if she’s old enough to drink, fuck and kill, then she’s damn well old enough to take responsibility for the blood she shed. Willingly.

Third, how come Tony has to take responsibility, get reamed out by everyone and still not be forgiven, and atone over and over again for his mistakes (which afterward get used against him on a regular basis by his supposed team), even though he actually tries to get better and fix things, when Wanda, who doesn’t give a shit, gets a free pass? The double-standards when it comes to that are mind-blowing. 

The same thing actually happens after Lagos. Wanda fucks up. And yeah, she was trying to help this time, I won’t deny it. But she did, and people died. And instead of benching her for more training (because while I believe that “lack of control” excuse if absolute bullshit after the mastery of her powers she displayed in Age of Ultron), which should have been Steve’s reaction as “team leader,” Steve gently sits her down and explains that she should forget about those people because “you can’t save everybody.” That the leader of the world’s leading defending force shows such disregard about human life is kinda daunting, don’t you think? 

I can guarantee that, had Tony made such a costly mistake, he’d have been benched faster than you can say “hypocrite.” 

Alright then. 

On to that wonderfully childish “he locked me into my room” affair. 

Tony tries to protect Wanda by keeping her in. Granted, he could have explained it better. Except here’s the deal: Tony has a lot on his plate. On top of this Accords mess, he’s still got a company to his name, which means the livelihoods of thousands of people all over the world to worry about, the Avengers’ gear, PR, and battles to deal with, his Iron Man duties, etc. etc. No doubt both the Lagos incident and Steve’s mess in Bulgaria are running him ragged trying to do damage control not only with Ross, but also with, probably, the press and maybe even the UN. Furthermore, he’s already been physically hurt. 

He simply doesn’t have the time to sit down with Wanda, take her hand, and then explain everything that’s going down, especially given that she’s hostile towards him to begin with, and would probably not listen anyway. 

Vision did try to explain. And she was fine with staying where she was until Clint popped up with his carefully not considered consequences. 

Then you’ll never make me believe that dropping 20+ cars on top of a man—a man in armor, sure, but that doesn’t make it any better, the average weight of a car being 1.5 ton—the way she did wasn’t done with the intention to cause severe physical harm, if not outright death. To me, she saw the opportunity to hurt the man she considered responsible for everything wrong in this world, and took it with relish. 

So here’s the thing. 

Wanda can judge and hate Tony all she wants. But that doesn’t change the fact that were it not for him, she wouldn’t be in America. She wouldn’t have anything to eat, or to wear, or anywhere to sleep. She wouldn’t have a visa (which must have been freaking hard to obtain given that she was a criminal), or shiny toys, or a room bigger than the average family home to be locked in in the first place. 

And it doesn’t change the fact that she has no right to that judgement and hatred while she conveniently refuses to acknowledge that, unlike Tony, who had no idea what was going on, she willingly caused harm to innocent people. 


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Part 2.1: Natasha | Part 2.2: Steve | Part 2.3: Thor | Part 2.4: Bruce | Part 2.5: Clint

MONSTA X Bodyguard Minhyuk ‘Truly, Madly, Deeply’

anon asked: Love your writing and I’m a big fan! I would love to request an expansion on Monsta x Minhyuk as your bodyguard. Pretty please with a cherry on top. I’m honestly addicted to your writing.

A/N: Hee hee! You’re so sweet, thank you! I really hope you like this. <3 WARNING: Mild Violence

This is an expansion of a reaction I wrote here.

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Minhyuk was leaning against you again, practically molding himself into your side. Honestly the man had no concept of personal space.

“C’mon,” he whined taking your arm and wrapping it around his shoulders. “There’s no one here.”

“I know, but I have work to do.” Your voice held mild reproach but let him stay nonetheless.

“How often do we get to be alone when it’s not in your quarters?” Turning his head he began placing small kisses up your neck.

“Minhyuk! Someone could come in any second.”

Reaching your lips he gave you lingering kiss. Not too deep, but savoring the moment, then he pulled away. “Sorry I can’t help it. It’s hard to be with you all day and not touch you.”

You understood. As your guard Minhyuk was constantly at your side but the two of you had to maintain a professional working relationship. It wasn’t like there weren’t rumors about what was going on, the staff was so small it was impossible to stop them from spreading. But suspecting and seeing were two different things. So during the day one of you might tease with a glance or a touch but for the most part behaved. Which was why when night came it felt like the two of you were starving for each other.

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rose-tinted glasses

*requested –> Anonymous said: Hello! I am INLOVE with your generously length works that keep me reading!!!! I was wondering if you could do a WGM scenario with Jaehyun but both of them are trying not to fall in love with each other because SCANDALS and RABID FANS and it becomes like a fluff/angst thingy??? Ugh sorry if this is a Jaeffry request but I like him ok so yea ._. Love you~

different anon: Im sorry If I have ever sent you a repeated request like idk if people request the same thing as I do. Maybe all fans have the same ideas?? Like i wish no one has requested this but could you do a jjh fic where the girl he likes/dating is a known “bad girl” (plot twist she really isnt she just has a snarky attitude and a case of bitch face syndrome but she fluff) and everyone around him is being curious and dramatic on why he likes her?? Please and if you can’t do it it’s ok too :)

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

author’s note: 1,794 words. I combined these two requests + didn’t use the wgm setting because it was easier to write that way. 

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Rogue One: Havana Nights

rebelcaptain week makeup weekend! | AU of your choice | 910 words | Ao3


Jyn Erso arrives on Jedha, a land fraught between Imperial occupation and those loyal to the rebel cause. As the daughter of high-ranking scientists, she fills her days with books and luxury, dreams of joining the Academy and dedicating her mind to the greatness of the Empire.

She sees little of the world outside.


Krennic. Jyn knows the name because her father does, Galen works for the very same man. And, like his father, Orson Krennic knows what he wants, takes no prisoners to get it. Their evening takes a turn at a local nightclub; Jyn is swept away by the raw, beating life of it. The Jedhans move with a feeling Jyn’s not sure she knows. But at its heart is the face of a friend, and it’s not Krennic but Cassian Andor who shows her what it is to dance.

In a life of rules and uniforms, she never felt so free.


Jyn has a plan.

“But it’s a Ballroom competition,” says Cassian, wary. “That’s not what I do.”

“It’s Latin Ballroom,” Jyn insists. “If we mix what I do with what you do, then we just might have a chance.”

A chance at winning first place. And Cassian’s freedom too.

They take their positions, arms up, backs straight, Jyn marches him stiffly through the routine.

“Why are you so afraid to let me lead you?” Cassian asks gently, and Jyn snaps that she’s not.

“You are,” Cassian answers quietly. “When you’re ready to say you’re afraid, let me know.”

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anonymous asked:

Your experience with Islam was negative, but not universal. People that have a positive relationship and background with that religious have experienced that are just as valid as yours, and it's pretty prejudiced how you start ranting without even takin that in consideration. You read violence in the Qur'an while someone else reads love and acceptance. Stop being so patronising, especially in times where Muslims are the easy target.

My negative experience isn’t the only one out there my friend. There are many like mine, you just hear about them less because we pretty much live in danger. The internet is usually the only place we have to be open about our experiences. We can’t openly talk about these things because we will in many cases be abused/disowned/left homeless, and in some cases killed for leaving Islam or questioning it. In Islamic countries people are jailed for this. It happens all the time but you just don’t hear about it as much. The west doesn’t seem to care. That’s why I love this community. 

You’re totally right! Some people have happy lives following Islam, I say good for them! Everyone has every right to believe what they want - As long as they aren’t harming other people in any way or forcing others to believe in their faith or disowning/abusing and murdering people who choose to leave or don’t believe in the same ‘rules’ .. the way ex muslims and LGBT muslims and ex muslims are being treated is truly disgusting. You can’t honestly tell me this is acceptable because it’s not.

After all the abuse and pain i’ve suffered at the hands of the religion I was born into and forced to follow I believe I have the right to speak out about how I was treated and how other people are being treated. After being forced to dress a certain way, being forced to fast, being forced to read the Quran (which was actually really good because I learnt a lot), having views that I don’t agree with personally forced upon me and just knowing my family will basically treat me like crap and disown me for no longer wanting to follow Islam I feel I have every right to speak up about being treated this way because I’m definitely not the only one and I care enough about this to not want other people in my shoes to suffer like I have been..and still am… 

This is because I believe a muslim and ex muslim should both have the right to live a happy life, to have their own beliefs and live life how they want to without harming anyone else and that isn’t happening hence why i’m speaking out.

I can’t look at all the nice verses in the Quran and ignore all the bad ones. I care too much about people and I feel that would be ignorant and selfish of me. The oppressed can also be the oppressors. It’s not the oppression olympics though. I still have a muslim family, a muslim name, I still enjoy my nice food on Eid. I still get suffer the same kinds of prejudice you do, but I also get it from people like you. The world isn’t so black and white. 

You should try and have some empathy and understanding for people who are going through this struggle instead of getting offended and judging them. If you find it patronizing to look beyond your self and your own ignorance and find it too hard to accept others are also hurting and suffering then I can only feel bad for you. Please read over those good verses about love and acceptance and hopefully find some compassion for those who have left your faith and are still suffering because of it. 

anonymous asked:

Reborn, Xanxus and Dino trying to make up for insulting and trying to break things off between Tsuna and his s/o due to some misunderstanding

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Reborn

“He he he! So where’s your darling Decimo now ehhh?!”

“I can’t believe it was all so fucking easy to set you up as a traitor! Just goes to show how little faith he’s got in you, right?”

You grit your teeth as you glared up at the two men both holding their guns out and aiming at the top of your head. Clearly this is where you’re going to die. For a second you wished you could have seen Tsuna’s face one more time. The thought of that slight smile on his face when he looked at you… The loneliness in his eyes you have always took pride in vanquishing… The gentle touch of his rough, calloused hand… It almost made your tears spill out but you couldn’t. Not in front of these people. She will not give them the satisfaction of begging for her life.

“You both stink and are both butt ugly,” you shot at your attackers sharply, your eyes blazing as you did so. “You’ll never bring Tsuna down. Never. If you’re going to kill me then do your worst, assholes!”

You watch with some satisfaction as both their faces turned purple in rage before both of them cocked their guns in anger.

“Why you little―”

But the words and the shot did not come to be. One moment you were certain you were about to die and the next blood was spraying from both these men’s foreheads. For a few moments all you could do was stare in shock at the two now very, very dead bodies huddled at your feet before you realized that those bullets had had to come from somewhere.

“I know you’re there. You might as well come out.”

Reborn stepped out of the shadows at your request knowing he had given himself away by firing off that shot that put down the dog who had dared try to kidnap you. His piercing stare shot through you from the shadows of his fedora as he held his gun up, the tip still smoking from its use.

Your eyes went wide at the sight of the world’s greatest hitman standing before you in this dark, lonely alley you had been forced into by the men who had pointed a gun to your back and demanded you follow their instructions.

“Reborn?” Instantly your guard went up. Wasn’t this the same man who had accused you of playing Tsuna for a fool? Wasn’t he the reason why your fiancé kicked you out of the mansion and called off their engagement? “What do you want?”

Reborn remained quiet for a moment just staring at you. And then the man shocked you by taking off his fedora, putting it on his chest and bowing to you respectfully.

You stand there stunned at this. Hadn’t Tsuna said that the reason Reborn never takes his fedora off was because it made him feel vulnerable? A headshot was always a sure fire way to kill a target so he hid that most vulnerable spot at all times. He wore that hat like it was armor. There were even rumors going around that the bowl of that hat had bulletproof lining that can stop a Falcon rifle’s direct hit. Taking it off in front of anybody was a show of utmost respect and humility. A sign of good faith.

“Good evening.” The hitman said, piercing eyes never taking itself off of your form.

You blink at him in confusion and surprise, still too shocked at the display to reply. It required several deep breathes before you could say anything again with any measure of sense. “What do you want, Reborn? Did he send you out to kill me too?”

“No.” you watch him purse his lips as though he had just eaten a particularly sour lemon before putting his hat back on. “I guess I’m here to take you home.”

“I was on my way hom―”

“No, not there. Excuse me, let me correct myself.” He nodded in the general direction of your apartment and you feel exasperated. Of course he knew where you were staying. “I’m here to take you back where you belong. Tsuna’s still waiting for you. Despite what I say he isn’t going to give you up. Even now he’s trying to figure out a way to prove your innocence.”

You stare back at him, speechless as his lips twisted in a wry smile you had only heard about but never seen on the hitman’s face in your presence. It was there for a solid second before it turned into a serious mien as he glanced at the two dead bodies on the ground.

“I will personally execute the mastermind behind your frame up and present it to you.” The sharp, tight lipped smile that followed that promise made a sliver of fear strum at your spine. “Consider it a wedding gift to the Vongola Decimo’s future consort.”

Well, you think as you blinked rapidly. I guess this is his version of saying ‘I’m sorry’.

Xanxus

You wake up in the middle of the night feeling thirsty so you get up to sleepily make your way over to your kitchen. As you pass the living room a car passed by and its headlight hit a glinting pair of red situated in a dark silhouette made you jump back. You were barely able to hold back a scream as you realized someone was sitting on your most comfortable chair.

Just as you were about to make a run for it to lock yourself in your room a low, rumbling voice shot out of the dark and paralyzed you; gripping you by the neck and rendering you motionless like a hand around your throat.

“Calm the fuck down.”

You blink rapidly at that and realized you knew that voice. You knew those pair of red eyes.

“Xanxus?” you whispered quietly as though half afraid of the truth. That just saying his name would summon him right there in front of you.

You fumbled with a dimly lit lamp set in the small table nearest you and once it’s candle like rays in the room your suspicions were confirmed. You were in the presence of the Varia Boss himself. You stiffen and took a step back thinking you were in danger even as defiance sparked in your eyes.

This man was the reason Tsuna had been forced to have you interrogated for being a spy. This man was the reason you had to be hospitalized for three months. If it weren’t for the fact that you loved Tsuna so much you would have left the brunette because of this man’s influence. Fear and anger gripped your heart as you stood in front of the dark skinned Mafioso in nothing but your flannel pajamas.

Was he here to kill her?

Would he really dare endanger the Alliance further by getting rid of her because he still thought her guilty for being a traitor? Xanxus had always been somewhat of a wild card, second only to Enma who hid his intentions behind a mask of meekness. What was he planning now?

“What are you doing in my house?” you finally find the strength to ask even as you try to steady your stance. You refuse to crumble before this man.

His eyes were felt like red hot brands as he stared into your eyes. The first time you saw those eyes you have already noticed how similar its effect can be to Tsuna’s golden ones but much more explosive, much more volatile compared to Tsuna’s contained cruelty. Now, though it had traces of contemplation over the violence that made you feel like you were being… considered.

It only made you lift your chin up to stare him down. You will not cower before bullies.

Movement outside your window caught your attention and you look out to see a familiar flash of white and blonde hair disappearing from sight so fast one would think it was only a trick of the light.

Wait, were those Squalo and Belphegor?

“Your life is in danger.”

You blinked at the announcement, turning your attention back to the Varia Boss. It was not what you were expecting to hear.

“Eh?”

He ignored your surprise and continued to languidly sit there staring at you with bored, almost lazy eyes as he continued his explanation. “Some idiotic mother fucker thinks he can get through that brat by harming you. And once they get a hold of the brat’s neck they think they could control the Vongola. Mammon’s been keeping an eye on their activities for a month now and we have it on good authority they’ll strike tonight.”

You honestly don’t know what to say. It was mind boggling enough to have this man sitting in your living room like he owned the place.

“Go get what you needed and go back to sleep.” His voice rumbled in the room again before closing his eyes and leaning back into her chair like a dragon settling down to sleep. “As long as we’re here no harm will touch a strand of your hair or an inch of your skin. You have my word.”

Mind still scrambled at the very idea of Xanxus in her house watching over her but feeling the genuine truth behind his words you hurry and get your glass of water before going back to your bedroom. Before you close the door, though, you hear him mutter in the darkness you left behind as you switched the lamp light you had earlier on back off.

“With this… My debts are paid. To you and that fucking Sawada.”

Dino

You try to gather courage no matter how much your knees were shaking. Beyond these double doors were the crème of the crop belonging in Tsuna’s world. He had told you about how you would be judged and criticized and be wary of the sharp words and innuendos. The opportunists and the machinations of both friends and hidden enemies alike.

The moment the doors were opened all conversation ceased as all eyes turned over to you. You almost turned tail and ran but you caught sight of your fiancé listening to something Gokudera was saying even as his eyes locked on to yours. His gaze gave you courage. It made your spine straighter and your legs steadier.

Know your place, you remembered Tsuna saying this morning before he left for his office. You are my queen. The one I chose. You deserve to be by my side.

Determined to do him proud you walk towards your future husband like the queen he had proclaimed you to be. Inwardly you laugh, though. This was like a twisted version of Cinderella.

As the crowd started to gather around you in curiosity you don’t notice the outstretched foot of a jealous jilted lover from another Mafia Famiglia on your path preparing to humiliate you. When you stumbled because of the mean trick you expected to land on the floor and the whole ballroom laughing at your shame but instead a strong forearm caught you and smoothly pulled you back in place.

Shocked you look up to see the handsome face of the Cavallone Don there by your side smiling sharply at the woman who had tripped you.

“I didn’t realize people in parties like these can still act like fifth class citizens,” he said smoothly but with a cold innuendo that made something cold trickle down your spine. It was as though Dino’s charm had turned from a feather into a cruelly sharpened scythe. “Such a disappointment shall not marry into a don’s Famiglia, I will make sure of that.”

The woman’s face turned red in humiliation even as she tried to pretend to be innocent. The hidden threat and promise in Dino’s words made her go pale as soon as she heard it.

Making his meaning subtly clear Dino tucked your hand in the crook of his arm and began escorting you over to where Tsuna was and all the while you walk beside him stiffly. You can still remember how this man had tried to seduce you― how he tried to make Tsuna get rid of you― all because he thought you were merely a gold digging harlot that had the fortune to meet Sawada Tsunayoshi. You could still remember the fury you felt when you rejected his advances and how you had avoided him ever since. It made your skin crawl just to have him near like this but you needed to bear it for now. Not here in public. It would make everyone certain there was trouble within the Vongola.

“Relax, I won’t bite.” You hear Dino say even as he smiled and waved at people around him who greeted the Cavallone don.

“I can’t help it,” you replied, doing exactly the same. “I hate your guts.”

He smiled softly. “I deserve that.”

“Good to know.” You wryly replied from the corner of your mouth.

“Look, I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” you glance at him warily and found him looking back at you with a sincerity you had never before seen on his face; not even when he was trying to seduce you. “Tsuna is like a little brother to me. I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t making a mistake by choosing you. He holds our whole world in his hands. Choosing a partner is not something he can do lightly.”

You wanted to bristle angrily but you could also appreciate the meaning behind his words. Being with Tsuna had taught you how the delicate ties of ‘Family’ can be and you already knew the bond between the Vongola and the Cavallone was the strongest you have seen in this world of blood and madness. It would be a shame if it was severed. She didn’t want to cause Tsuna any more pain.

“I already know that,” you admitted with a grudging smile. “Why do you think I haven’t told him that you tried to seduce me?”

“Oh he knows about that,” Dino said so casually that you had to do a double take. “The reason why the Cavallone and the Vongola have such a good relationship is because we have always been at least fifty percent aware of each other’s plans. He was pretty angry when I told him about it but when I told him you wanted nothing to do with me he couldn’t be prouder.”

Your heart thumped at what Dino was saying. Was this guy for real?

“Don’t worry, the alliance is secure and better than ever because of you,” the sincerity and gratefulness in his voice made you look up and see the fond gaze you had ever only seen him give Tsuna. “The Cavallone pledges our loyalty to you and the Vongola Decimo. You are one of us. If you need us, we will always be waiting. This, I promise you.”

chrisvertner  asked:

So. I know Prompto loves chocobos. Personally I'm actually terrified of the idea of them. I've been around emus and ostriches and. Big birds like that scare me so. Could you do a thing on how Prompto would react to finding out his s/o is scared of them. Though maybe they've never actually been around one up close before.

So I briefly checked the height of a fullgrown emu and I just. Holy shit.

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15 THINGS I WISH EVERY DOG OWNER\POTENTIAL DOG OWNER KNEW

This has nothing to do with my blog but it’s the holiday season which means NEW DOGS which means many WILL BE SURRENDERED simply because people don’t know how to communicate with them so as a trainer I want this spread as much as possible because you never know if some of it could save a life. Sorry it’s long but it’s IMPORTANT.

1. A lot of things are dangerous to dogs that you’d never think of 

Let’s get the biggest chunk over with. You might not believe this, but these are NOT common knowledge.

First off, human food. Yeah your dog can eat some of it, but not all. If you’re not sure, LOOK IT UP. The first things that come to mind are chocolate, grapes, avocados, caffeine and alcohol and drugs. Human pain killers = bad. Benadryl = fine, but look up the correct dosage for a dog’s weight. Doggy pain killers exist at pet stores, but most pills are bad. Smoke is bad. That’s not up for debate don’t get it near your pets. 

Concrete and Asphalt. If it’s too hot for your bare foot, assume it’s too hot for them, but be extra cautious with asphalt. If the air temperature is 77 degrees Fahrenheit, any sunlit asphalt is 137 DEGREES!! 

Don’t leave your dog alone with rope toys. I know too many dogs who died because they either accidentally or intentionally swallowed some rope toy and it messed up their intestines and killed them. 

Don’t let your dogs chew on rocks. Again I know several who swallowed one or more and either had an expensive surgery or died. Sticks are typically okay but be aware that some plants are poisonous.

There’s more but lastly, some dogs develop allergies to dog food. Go ahead and avoid corn, soy, and byproducts, (think protein based) but some dogs are allergic to chicken and\or wheat. If your dog is chewing\itching themselves excessively and there’s nothing major on their skin, their food might need changed.  

2. Dogs can only understand one word to mean one thing

What does ‘down’ mean? Get off the couch? Lie down? Stop jumping on me? We know it could mean any of those. A dog doesn’t. One word per command! 

3. They do have reasoning abilities 

I could tell you many stories about my dogs tricking each other for their own benefit, about them tricking US. About how they teach themselves things. Your dog might not be super intelligent, but don’t go into it thinking that’s a guarantee. 

4. Dogs only have a 5 minute memory 

They’re smart but this is the truth. Cats have a 16hr memory and can trick you into thinking they forgot. A dog actually did. So after the two of you disagree, don’t be mad that they look happy. Separate yourself from them if you’re going to take out unnecessary anger. 

5. Doggy diapers are not meant to cure potty training issues and doggy boots are not meant to prevent digging.

I can’t believe I have to say this one. If you have a question about one of these issues, message me or seek professional info. 

6. Dogs bark for a reason, and sometimes it’s the moon

There are many ways to teach your dog to be quiet, but it helps if you know why they’re barking. Hunger, boredom, a noise you can’t hear, and wanting to go out are all likely reasons. If they want something, teach them to be quiet before you give it to them or the problem will be worse. Remember you don’t want to silence them completely, you want to be able to tell them when to be quiet. 

Yes, the full moon can make your dog (or people) moody. Every full moon, I see extra hyper or restless behavior, sometimes to the point of causing destruction, so keep it in mind. One of my dogs just stands outside at night and barks around the time of a full moon. 

7. Dogs communicate via body language and they assume we do too

It’s hard because the same sign can mean different things. Typically aggression is shown through raised fur, bared teeth, lowered ears, hunched back or stiffness, or a still\slow moving tail. But guess what?? They often growl, bare their teeth and raise their fur when they play! Isn’t that convenient? So look for several signs adding up together. If a dog springs into a bowing position during or before play, that means everything is going to be meant as play after that. 

Now for you. Dogs see threats where we don’t mean them. Leaning over them or just looking them in the eye can trigger any dog. If your dog acts afraid or aggressive with you or anyone, turn to the side, don’t look them on the eye, crouch down, hold a hand out, and use quiet verbal encouragement and maybe treats. Also, BE PATIENT. 

8. Aggressive behavior does NOT necessarily mean your dog IS aggressive and needs to be put down\surrendered.

A lot of people would’ve given up my terrier when he was a youngster. He acted like a jerk because he didn’t know how to play yet, or he actually WAS a jerk. It’s likely that the two of you haven’t learned to communicate with each other yet. Seek professional help!

ALSO SOCIALIZATION IS ALWAYS NECESSARY. I don’t care how nice they are. Socialize them! Your other dogs and dogs they see regularly DO NOT COUNT. Socialize them! 

9. It’s not a rescue group or shelter’s place to judge you

Don’t let fear of being scolded keep you from leaving your dog with good care if you MUST surrender them. Try rescue groups who foster first, then shelters. If you leave your dog in your yard when you move or a box, you deserve to suffer the same fate. For the love of all that is fluffy if you’re going to 'dump’ them do it at a pet store!

10. Shock collars do not automatically equate cruelty but are rarely the best option 

9 times out of 10 there’s another way, but sometimes its necessary if the problem is putting the dog in danger. BUT ALWAYS SEEK PROFESSIONAL HELP WITH SHOCK COLLARS FIRST THEY CAN CAUSE WAY MORE HARM THAN GOOD DON’T ASSUME YOU KNOW HOW TO DO IT. 

11. If you’re a first time dog owner, there are breeds to be careful with

I don’t care how cute that Husky puppy is. You will ruin each other if you don’t have the right experience or training to raise it. Terriers, Akitas, Giant Schnauzers, and English Bull Dogs also come to mind. I’m not just talking about stubborn attitudes. There are many reasons to be extra knowledgeable with these breeds. 

Notice I didn’t name Pit Bulls. Sure, some have issues, but in their true nature they are the sweetest dogs I come across and are super smart and fun to train. What happens to them gives them the reputation, but most Pits I’ve met in shelters are still the nicest fur babies ever. 

12. Proper crate training is not cruel. It’s the best choice you’ll make. 

Dogs are den animals. They want and need a secure space of their own. They may whine and hate it at first, but seek professional help and do it right. 

13. Adopt don’t shop

I know your kids want that purebred Retriever puppy. Someone will buy it I promise. I won’t ramble about the over breeding issues. I’ll just say adopting a dog will be one of the most satisfying choices you’ll make. Do some come with issues? Yup. Are they all a match for you? Nope. Take your time and find out what breeds they might be made up of to give yourself SOME expectations. And don’t expect a mutt to have more physical issues. That’s a huge lie. 

14. Be prepared and know what your dog needs 

However much time and money you think you’ll need for your dog, assume it’ll be more. And be knowledgeable. Some breeds need less exercise due to how fast they grow and some need way more. But don’t generalize. Not all Terriers bark and not all Cattle Dogs are hyperactive. 

15. You CAN get past it, but only if you’re willing 

The whining, chewing, barking, jumping, pulling, and potty training issues ARE fixable but they do take TIME and EFFORT on your part. Don’t be selfish and commit to something if you can’t follow through on it. Dogs are for life so treat them that way. One more time I’ll say it. Seek professional help. You don’t have to drop $1,000 on training. There are resources online and cheaper training options out there. Keep an open mind and remember to enjoy your dog! 

Alright, that wasn’t nearly as detailed as I’d want, but maybe something from here can help somebody out there. Happy holidays! 

anonymous asked:

Why do you think Kara hasn't told Lena the truth about her being Supergirl?

So many understandable possibilities, which is why I’m always annoyed when fic writers have it actually just be because Lena is a Luthor. (And after Kara was seen punching cement blocks over other people assuming Lena was bad because of her family.)

Reason #1:

Lena’s mother wants Supergirl dead.

If Lilian ever found out that Lena knows who Supergirl is when she’s not saving the day, both Kara and Lena would be in danger.

Kara, for obvious reasons. Lena wouldn’t even need to actually tell Lilian for her to find out through Lena, all it takes is a little spying.

And Lena is in danger, because what if Lilian does ask her. Kara doesn’t know how willing Lilian is to actively hurt Lena for information, but she knows Lilian left Supergirl and Lena in Lex’s vault to die.

And then, of course, if Lilian found out who Kara is, she could endanger the other people that Kara loves to get to her.

Reason #2:

Kara likes being just Kara Danvers, reporter and friend, with Lena.

After “Kara Danvers, you are my hero.” Kara would likely love that a version of herself is appreciated, because it’s a version of herself that she isn’t gifted with by the sun.

Kara has expressed these thoughts in her own words, when she lamented the loss of her job,

“Supergirl is what I can do. Kara is who I am.”

Interestingly, even when she loss her job, she didn’t lose the role of Kara Danvers, because she had Lena. 

Lena is the only person who only knows that side of her, which gives Kara an opportunity to enjoy it and not be distracted by her other roles.

When Kara helps Lena, it’s with her words and her friendship. Her self. Hell, this version of herself that Kara gets to be is pretty close to Kara Zor-El, too. Because she so often draws from her full experiences, which includes the loss of her family.

But the one thing she doesn’t have to talk about is being Supergirl.

It’s kind of like… going on tumblr, as a bisexual, and only talking about girls.

I don’t need to talk about guys on here, because I am able to talk about them everywhere else. Everywhere else, people prefer me to talk about guys. This is often just my space for loving women. So much so that people assume I’m a lesbian. 

In fact, in a lot of ways, the rest of Kara’s reasons for not telling Lena draws parallels to coming out.

The Coming Out Story™ that it’s actually probably least like is the sexuality story (I think it’s perhaps something of a cross between coming out as a minority and coming out as trans- for reasons that I’ll maybe describe elsewhere) but because the coming out story I know best is my own, I’ll use that as a parallel.

Reason #3:

Kara ‘coming out’ as Supergirl would just take a minute

Just like it did in my case, and does in many other cases.

It doesn’t always matter who it is or if you consider yourself ‘out’. When you meet a new person, the clock starts over. The clock moves faster the more confident you are in yourself, but there’s still some time before you tell someone something like that.

It took me two years to come out to the friends I met back in college. Not because I thought they would judge me, but because it’s just something you don’t get to know until you’ve leveled up in friendship. Now, with new real life friends, it’s closer to a month before it comes up. 

But Kara also isn’t really… out. It’s generally a secret. So she’s not where I am.

“Okay, but hasn’t Lena proven herself as a friend? Even if they haven’t known each other that long, shouldn’t she be ‘leveling up’ by now?”

Well, this brings me to,

Reason #4:

Lena has proven herself to be a good friend. She has proven herself to be a good person. She has proven that she doesn’t want harm to come to aliens.

But she hasn’t proven that she isn’t, to some degree… xenophobic.

“But you just said Lena has proven that she’s a good person! She can’t be a good person and be xenophobic!”

Well, there are degrees of these things. Most people have some shitty belief on some level. Xenophobia in the real world can range anywhere from “I want them the fuck out of my country” to “Well she’s Asian so she’s prolly smart, right?”

I didn’t tell my friend Mike that I was bi for a while after I really wanted to. A girl in one of our classes had said, with the kind of put-on pride that just dares people to say something, “I’m a lesbian”. 

Afterward, he had said to me, “That was weird. Wasn’t that weird?”

I didn’t know what to say.

Did this mean he was one of those people who is like “I’m okay with people being gay, I just don’t want it in my face?” (Which is a quick way of saying “I’m not homophobic, but I’m homophobic.”) 

Did this mean that he didn’t mind being told, but didn’t understand why she was defensive in that setting? (Which while isn’t necessarily homophobic, this at best hints at a lack of empathy for her, and at worse hints at “Did she just assume I’m homophobic?” which is the kind of rhetoric conditional allies use before going on about how nice they are to the gays, rhetoric that gays know to fear as “if you’re not nice to me, I’m just gonna go be homophobic instead.”)

I knew Mike was a nice guy. He was liberal, spoke against wrongdoings to minorities, never said anything I considered to be “problematic”. And he was a good friend.

He probably just meant that it had been an awkward situation and that she had said it kind of out of left field.

But I didn’t know for sure. And at that stage in my life, I had to know for sure.

Kara doesn’t know for sure.

“But Lena saved the aliens! Kara should know she’s not xenophobic!”

Well, that is definitely in the pro-column. But there is also a con-column, and it contains the alien detection device Lena made. 

Kara gave some leeway with Lena about ‘protecting yourself’ from aliens. Well, for maybe a day. She had been drawing kind of a false parallel between her hatred of Daxamites- who had actual slaves, mind you- and the people’s generalized fear of all aliens they don’t know.

But by the end of the episode, Kara was back to being pro-all aliens. And likely back to realizing that forcing aliens to out themselves is a shitty idea. 

One that Lena was into.

So then, like I did, Kara has to ask herself, “What are the connotations of this? How deep does this go?”

Is Lena just scared because aliens have power that she doesn’t?

(And Kara asks- Would she be scared of me?)

And that leads to other questions.

Does she on some level hate that we’ve made her life dangerous? Is this hate made stronger by how she grew up? Her family is xenophobic, so what did they tell her growing up? Did she grow up hearing them say things that are different are dangerous? That different things are bad? Wrong? Gross? Would she be grossed out by me? How I eat so much? The ways my body is different? Would she find my religion to be weird? My favorite memories, with my family on my planet- would she have to get over some knee-jerk disgust before she could appreciate them? She’s nice to Supergirl, but is that just because she knows she’s supposed to be? That it’s obvious because I’m a Super that hating me is becoming like her family? Would she feel the same if she only knew me as an alien?

And Kara calms herself, because she knows Lena is good and knows she is trying to be better than her family. That Lena has a good heart. That Lena would ultimately and fully accept her in the end. 

But there’s a part of Kara that fears what Lena has to overcome within herself before she makes the right decision. That spilt second of fear. Or revulsion. That split second of anything other than complete acceptance… is terrifying.

But that’s okay, right? To have shitty thoughts a second before the good thoughts? We’re all works in progress.

But so is Kara. She’s not going to have perfect confidence all of the time, and it’s unreasonable to expect her to take this risk right away.

They have time. Lena can prove to Kara a little bit more, conversation by conversation, that she doesn’t think of aliens as bad. And if there’s something that’s off, Kara can help her get to the right place (because, as Kara knows, it’s a lot easier to protect others than it is yourself, easier to argue with fervor on someone else’s behalf than on your own).

And then, over time, Kara’s fear of whatever secret negative feelings Lena might have will be outweighed by how much she wants to share her full self with Lena. And she’ll tell her. 

Unless, of course, someone else tells Lena first…

WHO’S YOUR FAVORITE?

Pythagoras (570-490 BC) – For as long as man continues to be the ruthless destroyer of lower living beings, he will never know health or peace. For as long as men massacre animals, they will kill each other. Indeed, he who sows the seeds of murder and pain cannot reap joy and love.

Buddha (563-483 BC) – To become vegetarian is to step into the stream which leads to nirvana..

Hippocrates (460-370 BC) – The soul is the same in all living creatures, although the body of each is different.

Plato (428-347 BC) – The Gods created certain kinds of beings to replenish our bodies; they are the trees and the plants and the seeds.

Plutarch (46-120): A human body in no way resembles those that were born for ravenousness; it hath no hawk’s bill, no sharp talon, no roughness of teeth, no such strength of stomach or heat of digestion, as can be sufficient to convert or alter such heavy and fleshy fare … There is nobody that is willing to eat even a lifeless and a dead thing even as it is; so they boil it, and roast it, and alter it by fire and medicines, as it were, changing and quenching the slaughtered gore with thousands of sweet sauces, that the palate being thereby deceived may admit of such uncouth fare.

Voltaire (1694-1778) – How pitiful, and what poverty of mind, to have said that the animals are machines deprived of understanding and feeling … Judge (in the same way as you would judge your own) the behaviour of a dog who has lost his master, who has searched for him in the road barking miserably, who has come back to the house restless and anxious, who has run upstairs and down, from room to room, and who has found the beloved master at last in his study, and then shown his joy by barks, bounds and caresses. There are some barbarians who will take this dog, that so greatly excels man in capacity for friendship, who will nail him to a table, and dissect him alive, in order to show you his veins and nerves. And what you then discover in him are all the same organs of sensation that you have in yourself. Answer me, mechanist, has Nature arranged all the springs of feeling in this animal to the end that he might not feel? Has he nerves that he may be incapable of suffering?

Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790) – My refusing to eat meat occasioned inconveniency, and I have been frequently chided for my singularity. But my light repast allows for greater progress, for greater clearness of head and quicker comprehension.

Charles Darwin (1809-1882) – There is no fundamental difference between man and the higher animals in their mental faculties … The lower animals, like man, manifestly feel pleasure and pain, happiness, and misery.

Henry David Throeau (1817-1862) – One farmer says to me, “You cannot live on vegetable food solely, for it furnishes nothing to make the bones with;” and so he religiously devotes a part of his day to supplying himself with the raw material of bones; walking all the while he talks behind his oxen, which, with vegetable-made bones, jerk him and his lumbering plow along in spite of every obstacle.

I have no doubt that it is a part of the destiny of the human race, in its gradual improvement, to leave off eating animals, as surely as the savage tribes have left off eating each other.
-Henry David Thoreau

Fyodor Dostoyevsky (1821-1881) – Love animals: God has given them the rudiments of thought and joy untroubled. Do not trouble their joy, don’t harass them, don’t deprive them of their happiness, don’t work against God’s intent. Man, do not pride yourself on superiority to animals; they are without sin, and you, with your greatness, defile the earth by your appearance on it, and leave the traces of your foulness after you – alas, it is true of almost every one of us!

Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910) – A man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food; therefore, if he eats meat, he participates in taking animal life merely for the sake of his appetite. And to act so is immoral.

Mark Twain (1835-1910) – Of all the creatures, man is the most detestable. Of the entire brood, he’s the one that possesses malice. He is the only creature that inflicts pain for sport, knowing it to be pain. The fact that man knows right from wrong proves his intellectual superiority to the other creatures; but the fact that he can do wrong proves his moral inferiority to any creature that cannot.

Thomas Edison (1847-1931) – Non-violence leads to the highest ethics, which is the goal of all evolution. Until we stop harming all other living beings, we are still savages.

George Benard Shaw (1856-1950) – Think of the fierce energy concentrated in an acorn! You bury it in the ground, and it explodes into an oak! Bury a sheep, and nothing happens but decay.

Animals are my friends and I don’t eat my friends.
-George Bernard Shaw

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1930) – At the moment our human world is based on the suffering and destruction of millions of non-humans. To perceive this and to do something to change it in personal and public ways is to undergo a change of perception akin to a religious conversion. Nothing can ever be seen in quite the same way again because once you have admitted the terror and pain of other species you will, unless you resist conversion, be always aware of the endless permutations of suffering that support our society.

Dmitry Sergeyevich Merezhkovsky (Russian, 1865-1941), from The Romance of Leonardo da Vinci – Truely man is the king of beasts, for his brutality exceeds theirs. We live by the death of others: we are burial places! I have from an early age abjured the use of meat, and the time will come when men such as I will look on the murder of animals as they now look on the murder of men.

Mahatma Gandhi (1869-1955) – It ill becomes us to invoke in our daily prayers the blessings of God, the Compassionate, if we in turn will not practice elementary compassion towards our fellow creatures.

The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
-Mahatma Gandhi

Albert Schweitzer (1875-1965) – Until he extends the circle of his compassion to all living things, man will not himself find peace.

Albert Einstein (1879-1955) – It is my view that the vegetarian manner of living, by its purely physical effect on the human temperament, would most beneficially influence the lot of mankind.

H.G. Wells (1886-1946) – In all the round world of Utopia there is no meat. There used to be, but now we cannot stand the thought of slaughterhouses. And it is impossible to find anyone who will hew a dead ox or pig. I can still remember as a boy the rejoicings over the closing of the last slaughterhouse.

Ruth Harrison (1920-2000) – In fact, if one person is unkind to an animal it is considered to be cruelty, but where a lot of people are unkind to animals, especially in the name of commerce, the cruelty is condoned and, once large sums of money are at stake, will be defended to the last by otherwise intelligent people.

William Roberts, MD (1932-present) – When we kill the animals to eat them, they end up killing us because their flesh, which contains cholesterol and saturated fat, was never intended for human beings.

Carl Sagan (1934-1996) – Humans–who enslave, castrate, experiment on, and fillet other animals–have had an understandable penchant for pretending animals do not feel pain. A sharp distinction between humans and “animals” is essential if we are to bend them to our will, make them work for us, wear them, eat them–without any disquieting tinges of guilt or regret. It is unseemly of us, who often behave so unfeelingly toward other animals, to contend that only humans can suffer. The behavior of other animals renders such pretensions specious. They are just too much like us.

Colin Campbell, MD (1934-present) – [W]hat we have come to consider as “normal” illnesses of aging are really not normal. In fact, these findings indicate that the vast majority, perhaps 80 to 90% of all cancers, cardiovascular diseases, and other forms of degenerative illness can be prevented, at least until very old age, simply by adopting a plant-based diet.

The Dalai Lama (1935-present) – I do not see any reason why animals should be slaughtered to serve as human diet when there are so many substitutes. After all, man can live without meat. It is only some carnivorous animals that have to subsist on flesh. Killing animals for sport, for pleasure, for adventures, and for hides and furs is a phenomenon which is at once disgusting and distressing. There is no justification in indulging in such acts of brutality … Life is as dear to a mute creature as it is to a man. Just as one wants happiness and fears pain, just as one wants to live and not to die, so do other creatures.

Paul McCartney (1942-present) – If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian.

Neal D. Barnard, MD (1953-present) – The beef industry has contributed to more American deaths than all the wars of this century, all natural disasters, and all automobile accidents combined. If beef is your idea of “real food for real people,” you’d better live real close to a real good hospital.

k.d. lang (1961-present) – We all love animals. Why do we call some “pets” and others “dinner?”

anonymous asked:

Im bi myself and i dont care about representation blah blah but thats just me. Why a bi character has to be treated differently? I mean everyone in there is a cheater. What does it change for you as a person if he cheats or not? I get it people society and stereotypes. Beyond that there is actual relasionships with people to reduce them. If you are cool with yourself, your morals i dont see the point wanting representation and sensitive treatment

My opinion is that when a show has one canonical bisexual character, and also their first, it is important they don’t play into harmful stereotypes. When so few people understand bisexuality, and have negative views on bisexual people/bisexuality, to play on those overused tropes can be harmful. You’re referencing my post about Emmerdale here, and the fact it is Britain’s favourite soap makes the point even more important. In a soap we are educated about the lives and experiences of people we might not know about in our own lives. For example, the dementia storyline with Ashley taught me an awful lot about the reality of that condition. Then Aaron’s abuse storyline was also excellently done. It hopefully will have inspired a lot more male abuse victims to come forward and not be ashamed. 

I’m not looking at the characters as people. I am not thinking from an in-universe perspective, because obviously that would make everything very different. In real life people simply are as they are. In tv, people are as they are written. 

Emmerdale had an opportunity to help the bisexual community, to support us, and to educate other viewers about what being bisexual means. My personal view is that they have decided cheap drama is more important to them than representation, which is an awful shame since so many fans of the characters of Robert (and Aaron) are actually from the LGBT community. 

Now, okay, if the cheating had to happen (which we know it didn’t, since it was a decision made by writers, but let’s just say that it did somehow), it is and was vitally important that Robert’s bisexuality was not used as a reason for this. Maxine did an amazing job in her episode with stating that, but no other writer has done. And in fact, as much as it pains me, the whole direction this storyline is taking seems biphobic in nature. The conflict coming for Aaron and Robert appears to be Aaron feeling pushed out because Rebecca can give Robert something he never can. It’s more complex than that, I realise, but in a show where biphobic comments fly around more than punches in the Woolpack, you’ve got to be a bit critical and expect more from the writers. 

If there were other bisexual characters on screen, the problem wouldn’t be so huge. For example, if they wanted to take Debbie and have her state canonically that she regards herself as bisexual, then the Robert thing wouldn’t be the disaster that it is. That way, people would be able to see two bisexual characters acting differently and understand that bi people are just people at the end of the day, and that our sexuality doesn’t define us. However, the show hasn’t done this. Robert is STILL the only canonically bisexual character, and he is a liar, often manipulative, and has now cheated on his husband (following him promising that he’s changed and that he IS capable of being faithful now he can be open about his sexuality). 

In day to day life biphobia affects me. It’s hurtful, and it has been ever since I realised I was bi. It comes from gay people and straight people. People judge me based on my sexuality. 

Emmerdale had a chance to do something about that, as they have done with other important societal issues, and as a soap can and SHOULD do. A soap is not purely entertainment. The job of a soap is to entertain but also educate. It is to help us understand other people and families. It is a medium where we can see our struggles reflected and also feel understood and included. On the whole Emmerdale is very good at this, but when it comes to biphobia? No. Sorry, but in my opinion they’ve really thrown us bisexuals under the bus to further their story. 

It’s easy for us to say Aaron’s perspective is wrong and biphobic, but when Aaron is an audience favourite and presented as being in the right (which a lot of the time he is), and Robert is currently fulfilling every negative bisexual stereotype out there, AND nobody in-world is taking care to point out that Aaron has got it wrong, there is a BIG problem. 

In having Robert cheat on Aaron they created a difficult situation. Obviously everyone will side with Aaron. (As they should). But that also means that Aaron is presented as having the moral high ground, and as being something of a victim in this situation. So when Aaron is biphobic or expresses biphobic sentiments, even if Robert is written to contradict them, the message the average viewer will be left with is that Aaron is trustworthy and Robert is not. People may well be inclined to take on Aaron’s view because of how this situation is playing out. 

You say:  “If you are cool with yourself, your morals i dont see the point wanting representation and sensitive treatment”

I am more than cool with myself. I am extremely comfortable with my sexuality, but you know what? It took me a long time to get there. And even though I have now reached that point of not feeling bad or guilty or embarrassed or ashamed, it doesn’t stop the prejudice and biphobia of those around me. Simply telling bisexual people that so long as we are okay with ourselves everything will be fine doesn’t work in my opinion, because it’s not us which are the problem in the first place. It wasn’t me that made me feel those bad things. I wasn’t born inherently feeling guilt and shame over my sexuality.  It was society and the views of those around me that did that. Those views are what we need to work to change, and THAT is why representation in media is so important. 

I don’t see it as sensitive treatment. I see it as a soap doing its job well.

Homeward, Part 10

Pairings: Ward x friend!Reader, Danny x friend!Reader

Prompt: Reader is an abusive relationship with a member of the Hand and seeks out her childhood friends for help. (prompt by @rune-of-a-writer)

Warnings: Swearing, Implicit Domestic Abuse, Angst

Word Count: 3,416

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Homeward, Part Ten

You opened your eyes and immediately froze. It took a few harrowing seconds for your eyes to adjust until you recognized the corners and shapes of Danny’s bedroom. You finally released your death-grip on the comforter.

It was just a dream. It wasn’t real. I’m safe.

It had been jumbled and confusing, but you were fairly sure your ex had been involved, and you were trapped. Unable to escape, even though the door to your old apartment was wide open. A pressure gripped your neck tightly, and you were paralyzed, unable to save yourself.

Your heart was still hammering in your chest. Not quickly, but slow and hard, and the tips of your fingers and toes tingled from sudden blood flood.

Shaking off the foul nightmare, you climbed out of the bed and stumbled across the darkened room, wondering what time it was. Picking your phone up from the nightstand, you realized it was half past seven.

“Shit,” you hissed as you put the phone back into your pants pocket. How long had you been asleep? Danny was probably pacing a trench into his lush, expensive carpet at your departure while Ward rolled his eyes at him.

Ward is worried too, you told yourself with a furrowed brow. Even if he hides it well, he wouldn’t bother unless he cared. Right?

The question was left unanswered as you opened the bedroom door and walked down the hallway into the living room, expecting to find one or both of them lounging as they had the night previously. Instead, you were met with a silent apartment. Lonely with bright lights filling the empty spaces.

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Post-it Poems

@pickingoutchinapatterns

So I fully intend to do one story that includes all of these words but I thought of this idea and couldn’t resist. Enjoy this beautiful sappyness. 
(edited by @alittlemissfit of course)


As Scully packed up the apartment that she’d barely made herself at home in, she found herself distracted by things she’d either hidden away when she moved in or that she’d gotten from her mother’s house.

She would find keepsakes from when she was a kid or old pictures of her siblings. She would find old case files that she’d chosen to keep for one reason or another.
But she hadn’t taken a pause in her work until finding a simple wooden box. One that held quite a few memories.

Running her hand over the lid she wondered if she wanted to open it.
The small cedar box held old notes from Mulder. Poems that he’d given to her over the years, written out in his messy scrawl on post it notes. The tradition started when she was dying of cancer and continued for most of their life together.

Scully rifled around through the post-its and found the first one he’d given her. It wasn’t dated or signed but she knew it was the first from the moment she saw it. She’d found it sticking to her nightstand one day after a nap.

The note read:

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
- Matthew Arnold

At the time it made her cry, hold tight to her pillow to soak up her tears. When Mulder came back later that night she kissed him, was grateful she still had the strength to hold him. She’d run her hands under his shirt, down to the sizable bulge in his pants.
He’d taken her hands and held them between them before she asked him to make love to her, convinced it would be their last chance. Every day she’d felt weaker and weaker and when he looked into her eyes he’d been unable to pull away. They moved slowly together on the hospital bed in the dark room and she’d tried to hold on to every moment. Wanting to remember each detail during the pain to come.
When she recovered they didn’t discuss it. He would occasionally kiss her on the cheek or forehead, say something that made her smile or melt, but they steered clear of heavy discussions, talking about things like love.

Searching for the next note Scully found it sticking to the bottom of the box. After Emily had died she closed herself off, from Mulder, from her mother, from everything. And he let her, until one day a few weeks later she found a post-it on the window of her car after work.
The sad words read:

Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.

Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.
- Oscar Wilde
I’m here when you’re ready- M

She cried after reading it, cried like she wanted to at the funeral. Before she knew what she was doing her car was in front of Mulder’s building.
She didn’t have a plan but walked up to his apartment and when he opened the door she flung herself into his arms. He held her until she fell asleep, and in the morning she left before he woke. Again, they didn’t discuss it.

Remembering all the words unsaid, she came upon another note in the box. This one she’d found in her briefcase after she’d rescued him from the Bermuda Triangle. When he was lying in the hospital he’d told her he loved her. She had tried to take it with a grain of salt but at night she’d find the words echoing in her mind, seeping into her dreams.
After he was released from the hospital she found the note. It had read:

S, I meant what I said-
I have been here before,
  But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
  The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

You have been mine before,—
  How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow’s soar
  Your neck turned so,
Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore.

Has this been thus before?
  And shall not thus time’s eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
  In death’s despite,
And day and night yield one delight once more?
- Dante Gabriel Rossetti

That time there was no rushing over to see him. She had worked up the nerve to bring it up one day until she saw him standing close to Agent Fowley in the hallway, having a hushed conversation.
She’d tucked the note away and felt like a damn fool for a long time after.

She didn’t open up to Mulder again until after his brain surgery, and shortly after received another tender note. It had been inside a file folder holding their latest X-file, one that had come across her small desk. The poem was scrawled on the front and back of the post-it note.

To Scully-
There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleas’d my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die.

Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,
Her wit, her voice, my heart beguiles,
Beguiles my heart, I know not why,
And yet I love her till I die.

Her free behaviour, winning looks,
Will make a lawyer burn his books;
I touch’d her not, alas! not I,
And yet I love her till I die.

Had I her fast betwixt mine arms,
Judge you that think such sports were harms,
Were’t any harm? no, no, fie, fie,
For I will love her till I die.

Should I remain confined there
So long as Phœbus in his sphere,
I to request, she to deny,
Yet would I love her till I die.

Cupid is winged and doth range,
Her country so my love doth change:
But change she earth, or change she sky,
Yet will I love her till I die.
- Thomas Ford

The words filled her but she didn’t go to him. Instead Mulder came to her. As she sat on her couch reading the note for the fifth time, he knocked on her door.

She opened the door and they simply looked at each other for a moment before she moved forward. Taking his face in her hands she kissed him, practically devoured him. They wound up stumbling into her apartment and into her bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind.

That night he spoke poetry aloud to her, and the next morning she pulled open the top drawer of her nightstand, showed him each of the notes he’d given her before handing him a pen and a stack of post it’s.

She asked him to write the one he’d just recited while pillowed on his chest, cuddled close to him and reveling in the afterglow.

Pulling that note out from the box she smiled, recalled the husky tone his voice took on as he spoke the words, kissed and nipped at her breasts.

Have you beheld (with much delight)
A red rose peeping through a white?
Or else a cherry (double graced)
Within a lily? Centre placed?
Or ever marked the pretty beam,
A strawberry shows, half drowned in cream?
Or seen rich rubies blushing through
A pure smooth pearl, and orient too?
So like to this, nay all the rest,
Is each neat niplet of her breast.
- Ovid

At the time she’d laughed in delight at the mischievous look in his eyes. He rolled her nipples between his fingers while reciting it by memory and she praised him for efficient multitasking.

Reaching for the next poem, she was overcome with the sadness she’d felt back when she first read it. Mulder had left it for her the morning he left, three days after William was born. It was stuck on the top of the pile of post-its that still sat in her drawer, but it had taken her a week to find it. When she had she’d held it tight to her chest and cried. The tear stained paper read:

I’m sorry that I have to leave.
I love you.
-M
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Scully felt the tears gathering in her eyes but blinked them back. Kept sifting through the other notes in the box: From time to time she’d find them in her office at the hospital or hidden in her suitcases when they were on the run. She kept the box all these years and she’d kept them all.

Not hearing the door open she was startled when Mulder’s arms wrapped around her, circled her waist.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked, laying a kiss on the top of her head.

“Your post-it poems,” she answered, leaning back into his chest as he looked at her in surprise.

“You kept all of those?”

Putting the box down she turned in his arms. Laying her hands flat on his chest she smiled, looked up into his eyes.

“Of course I did. Every single one.”

His eyes watering Mulder pressed his lips to her forehead. Pulled away after a beat  just enough to speak.

“Now that I have your face by heart, I look
Less at its features than its darkening frame
Where quince and melon, yellow as young flame,
Lie with quilled dahlias and the shepherd’s crook.
Beyond, a garden. There, in insolent ease
The lead and marble figures watch the show
Of yet another summer loath to go
Although the scythes hang in the apple trees.

Now that I have your face by heart, I look.

Now that I have your voice by heart, I read
In the black chords upon a dulling page
Music that is not meant for music’s cage,
Whose emblems mix with words that shake and bleed.
The staves are shuttled over with a stark
Unprinted silence. In a double dream
I must spell out the storm, the running stream.
The beat’s too swift. The notes shift in the dark.

Now that I have your voice by heart, I read.

Now that I have your heart by heart, I see
The wharves with their great ships and architraves;
The rigging and the cargo and the slaves
On a strange beach under a broken sky.
O not departure, but a voyage done!
The bales stand on the stone; the anchor weeps
Its red rust downward, and the long vine creeps
Beside the salt herb, in the lengthening sun.

Now that I have your heart by heart, I see.”

At some point as he spoke Scully curled her head into his neck, listened to the rumble of his voice. Reaching her hand up she stroked his cheek that was covered with a day’s worth of stubble.
They stood in silence for a few minutes until Mulder pulled her back from him, looked into her eyes.

“Let’s go home Scully.”
She nodded, holding the box into one hand and held his with the other.

They had movers coming to get the few boxes that remained of the half-life she’d lived in the bare apartment. But she knew that she would have left all of the rest behind to be with him.


(-final poem written by Louise Bogan)

Connection Chap Five

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Originally posted by octopigonal

Originally posted by sir-mycroft

Connection.  Read Chap One here. Chap Two. Chap Three. Chap Four.

Sherlock x reader

Summary: an American forensic psychologist hired by Mycroft Holmes. You thought it would be more interesting and fulfilling than your previous job with a law firm in London but you had no idea how much it would change your life. Or really, how much one person would change everything.

Word count: 2872

Chapter Five


Sherlock stood in front of the window in the sitting room playing his violin as he worked out the Ricoletti case in his head. You sat with John at the kitchen table, he had just finished telling you how Sherlock had deduced that his sister had left her wife and was an alcoholic all from the phone she had given him except he called her his brother.

You were still laughing softly when he looked up from his coffee and asked, “what about you? Sherlock tell you your family history during a chat in the office before you could bring them up?”

You shook your head, “no. I was still keeping my professional boundaries.”

“Oh, well, naturally.” John glanced toward the kitchen doorway.

You smiled as you sipped your tea. “My mother was a university professor and as you know my father was a painter.”

“No siblings?”

You shook your head, “no. I was tough enough.”

“I have a hard time believing that.”

“Oh, not that I was a bad child,” you smirked and amended, “I’m sure I had my moments. My father was diagnosed a sociopath in the late 80’s. The research wasn’t there at the time and psychopath and sociopath were still interchangeable. My parents had a hard time because they had to fight to keep me once he was diagnosed.”  

He frowned, “what happened?”

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probably never to be finished Rinch fic

Venture

It starts as a game. Finch has remained decisively close-mouthed when it comes to anything personal, even down to how much he is worth, and it grates a little. John decides it’s the principle of the thing - it’s customary, polite even, to allow an equal exchange of information in a relationship; Finch knows literally everything about practically everyone, and this is therefore only fair.

He begins with a bang. Considering John Wiley’s worth is well over a hundred million, and considering Wiley is only one of a number of identities Finch maintains, spending less than a million on anything seems like Finch will consider it pocket change. And John’s always been partial to a Porsche.

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You can leave now.

Requested by @melconnor2007

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for a few months. But when the Russian spy Natasha Romanoff comes into the picture, everything changes. She is ready to do anything, anything, to get him. You’ve been warned: she is not scared of playing dirty.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Y/N: Your name

Warnings: Angst… But lots of fluff, fluff for everyone!!! There may be some cursing…

Word count: 2,616

About the SHIELD Archives: When we carried out some research about James Buchanan Barnes, we found out he was the Casanova of Brooking. We submit some of his adventures. Security Level: Classified.

A/N: I’m taking a break from “The Past, the present… The future” to write this request. I was in serious need of writing some fluff! But don’t worry, the next chapter from the series will be up soon. Enjoy reading!

Originally posted by elves-n-angels

“Do we really have to go?”

“The answer remains the same it has been for the last hundred times you’ve asked me”

I put my best puppy face “Please?”

“Ughh… No, don’t do that. Don’t do that. We have to go.” Bucky turns around to face the window but I go around him.

“Please?”

He clearly intends to say “No” again, but he makes the mistake of looking inside my eyes. In a second, he is out of combat, looking at me with a heartbroken expression. I intensify my puppy look. “We could stay here and have some fun” I whisper, stepping closer to him. He is still too mesmerize to answer. “Please. I’m begging you.”

He leans closer, his gaze never leaving mine…

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O n y x N i g h t  [M]

Pairing: reader x jungkook

Series: 7 NIGHTS << Jin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Namjoon | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook >>

Genre: vampire!au, smut, angst

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: smut, jealousy, dom!jungkook, brief mentions of blood

Summary: Nights and nights were spent in the silent, black solitude that was your reality, and all you ever wanted was to leave this life and escape. But then why did you find yourself yearning for the deep onyx of his eyes, the torturous sweetness of his embraces, and the feeling of his fangs as they finally pierced your human flesh? There was no denying it — you needed him, even if he didn’t need you.


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It’s not Easy Being Green:  A Zelena Mills Character Study, Part II

Continued from Part I.

Zelena’s first step after leaving her abusive home life is to head to the Emerald City in order to seek out the most powerful being in the Land of Oz, the Wizard.  He is mysterious, scary, styled the Great and Terrible, and obviously not someone the people of that realm go to in order to decide who owes a couple of piglets or what is the best time to plant seed.  He doesn’t seem to handle the petty concerns of the peasants.  But he is to her knowledge, all powerful and so she goes.  He says he’s been watching her (yet did nothing about her abuse) and that idea of surveillance is something I will revisit.

The thing to remember about this encounter is that Zelena is a powerful magical user and Walsh… Walsh is a selfish collector of magical objects.  All of his power is side show tricks and he wants to use Zelena to steal from the Dark One.  Likely because Walsh has figured out stealing himself would only lead to bad things for him, so he risks Zelena’s life rather than his own, and he does so by pitting her against her sister from the start.

Zelena: Why did she abandon me?
The Wizard: You couldn’t give her the one thing she truly wanted. The ability to become royalty.
Zelena: Who’s that?
The Wizard: Your sister. Regina.
Zelena: Wait. I’ve got a sister?
The Wizard: Your sister could do what your mother wished. Regina became queen.

Zelena is at first happy and excited about the idea of a sister, but Walsh immeidately puts her in a context of someone who has things and a life that Zelena could not have.  Including a teacher in Rumple.  He didn’t show these images of Regina to Zelena in order to show her family (after all he could have shown her Cora who was living as the Queen of Hearts in Wonderland).  He showed her Regina and Rumple because he needed her to steal from Rumple.  Poisoning the well of her feelings towards her sister was collateral damage to Walsh.

When she travels to the Enchanted Forest to meet Rumple he also looks at this powerful young woman and immediately starts to think of how he can use her.  Because he has an interest in a daughter of Cora’s to cast his curse he doesn’t care either if he poisons the view of Regina (who he appears to find frustrating at this point because she is resisting his instructions).  Based on wardrobe and other timeline clues it’s very likely that Zelena’s time as Rumple’s student falls somewhere between the events of The Doctor and Quite a Common Fairy in which Regina is still resisting the darkness.  

It’s worth thinking about the difference between the Mills sisters negative associations with magic early in their life.  Zelena was told that magic was bad by non-magic users and so when she rejected their opinions she embraced magic as a value neutral experience.  Regina understood magic almost entirely though darkness.  It’s even possible that she never personally saw light magic used in her life.  The threat of evil and pain was ever present in her mind during her early years as Rumple’s student so she did not embrace the magic in the same way or for the same reasons that Zelena did.  

For Zelena learning magic was about embracing who she was.  It was the wickedness that was inherent to her.  For Regina learning magic was a means to an end of bringing Daniel back but it wasn’t who she was.  So it should be no surprise, and no statement on their relative power, that their very different emotional head spaces would color how they manifested as students.  Magic in the Once universe is based on emotions.  Zelena’s rage at her ill treatment and the unfairness of life was closer to the surface and more easily channeled.  Regina’s anger at her ill treatment and the unfairness of her life was mixed with loss, love, and hope.

Her own optimism was sabotaging her magic.

It’s also very possible that Zelena never stayed with Rumple long enough for him to find a real stumbling block in her lessons.  One of the things that was keeping Regina from progression was her resistance to killing.  At no point during the lessons with Zelena that we see does Rumple ask her to murder.  Maybe he did.  Maybe he didn’t get that far.

We do see her willing to kill Regina in order to displace her as a student (ironically Regina’s first kill was of the woman who was a threat of displacing her as Rumple’s student) but Zelena doesn’t do that with magic.  She does it with a straight razor.  Suggesting to me that she doesn’t yet have that knowledge.  Rumple ends his teaching of Zelena because she isn’t useful to him to get what he wants.  He doesn’t want a student for the sake of teaching magic.  He wants a student to cast his curse–to pay the price of the magic he needs to find his son–and he judges that Zelena isn’t capable of fulfilling his needs.

Now I would argue that Zelena isn’t in love with Rumple.  She has a crush born out of the fact that he is the only person who has shown her affection since her mother died however that affection was itself a form of abuse.  He was likely doing a bit of his own self deception given his own history with Cora and heart break over her rejection of him.  But that’s a whole other story for a whole other character meta.  At his rejection of her Zelena does what she has learned empowers her.  She leaves, and on the way out the door (or the realm in this case), tells her abuser that she never needed them.  That she could have given them what they needed if they had just valued her.

She returns to Oz, and how with more magical knowledge recognizes the fraud for who he is and also for what he was using her for: 

Zelena: I thought, you were the Great and Terrible Oz.
The Wizard: Even my power has its limits.
Zelena: You’re telling me.
The Wizard: No. Don’t hurt me. Please.
Zelena: Who are you?
The Wizard: My name is Walsh. I’m just a circus huckster. I’m a showman. I come from a distant land. A place called Kansas. 

Zelena: That’s why you wanted me to bring you something of Rumplestiltskin’s. So, you could carry on this charade.
The Wizard: I didn’t mean any harm. I was just trying to help us both. 

But it is notable that Zelena does not take a moment to reevaluate everything both Walsh and Rumple have told her about her sister.  She continues to take what they have said at face value.  Because Regina’s existence is feeding her rage just as Snow fed Regina’s.  Regina through close contact with Snow, and Zelena ironically through lack of contact with Regina.  It is worth wondering if the two young women had met in their twenties would it have been so easy for Zelena to continue to hate and envy her sister.

Something begins to happen at this point in Zelena’s life that doesn’t bare a lot of close scrutiny.  Why the hell is she turning literally green with envy?  Regina at one point in We Are Both suggests that harsh, raw magic can do this, which makes me wonder if perhaps the green skin came from Zelena trying to channel far too much anger and magic far too quickly.  The other option is that something or someone else did this to her.

Who is my candidate?

Remember what I said about how Walsh had been watching Zelena waiting for her to come so he could use her.  And how Rumple was also watching Zelena when she was his student for how he could use her.  Enter the third user in Zelena’s life.

Zelena: I know.
Glinda: But you’re wasting it on these foolish pursuits.

Glinda the “good” walks into the narrative quite happy to allow a human being to be an enslaved magical pet which should already be a signal that she isn’t quite what she’s representing.  She also announces that she’s been watching Zelena for … some undetermined period of time.  Her entire life perhaps?  Yet Glinda too wasn’t interested in saving her from the abusive home life or teaching her to channel her magic.  She’s interested in offering her sisterhood and a redemptive course … a way out of being angry and green all the time.

Isn’t it so nice that Glinda has such an easy reference point for Zelena to understand how nice she is being.  Accepting her offer makes the green go away.  Almost as if that was how she was turned green in the first place.  It’s a head canon but it makes more sense than that she randomly turns green just because.

Glinda brings her to the Heart of Oz and presents her part of a prophecy, clearly intending Zelena to understand it as her destiny to join the coven of witches.  Later when Zelena discovers that Glinda only gave her half the prophecy Glinda will do some back tracking:

Glinda:  What are you doing with the Book of Records?
Zelena:  You didn’t tell me everything about the prophecy. “The sorceress from another land will make Oz her home until she fulfills her destiny and unseats the greatest evil the realm has ever seen.” Don’t you see? Dorothy is meant to take my seat, which makes me the greatest evil.
Glinda:   Fate is a funny thing. You don’t know if that’s what the prophecy actually means. Remember what I said? Only you can shape your destiny. But if you believe you are evil, then that is what you will become.

Which is a good thought and representative of the journey Regina is taking in the present time of that episode in changing her destiny, but doesn’t exactly track with Glinda’s own actions in Oz.  If Glinda was urging Zelena to not see herself as evil then she would have presented that case to Zelena in the first place.  Fight your destiny only comes up when Zelena confronts her with inconvenient information that strongly suggest that she has been using Zelena the entire time.

She presents herself to the Charmings and to Zelena as broken up by Zelena’s fall, but she speaks very differently to Dorothy who she practically celebrates for her “defeat” of the Wicked Witch.

With sisters like that I’ll take enemies.

After a series of people who could have and should have helped her reveal that they’ve been watching her, her entire life, expecting her to turn out bad it should be no surprise that she learns several things from the experience.  

1. That she is bad.  That no amount of hoping to be good will help.  It is better to be wicked (not something she sees as entirely positively) than to be a victim anymore.  Something she has in common with a sister she hates so much…

2. That the only way to prove Walsh and Glinda and Rumple and Cora wrong is to do what everyone tells her is impossible.

3. There is no such thing as privacy.  People have been watching her, her entire life, so why shouldn’t she watch Regina her entire life.  The ever present surveillance is normal.  Used by the good and the bad alike.  Something Regina herself learned from other so called “good” people.

4. No one will help her.  No parent, no wizard, no sister… 

The only person she can depend on is herself.

Part III:  Time Travel, Revenge Plots, and Robin Hood.