as-we-sink!

marvel and dc stans cannot coexist but they cannot live without each other. every time either company pulls some massive bullsh*t someone points a finger at what the other has done worse. find the middle ground and you’ll find the truth: both marvel and dc are shit. the industry is a snake devouring its own tail, and we will all sink when it sinks.

when i was seven the sea-witch cursed me.

she cursed my great-grandfather, actually, who had spat on the hands of the ocean and disrespected the beating heart of the earth - for what else are waves but a pulse - who was silly and violent and who tried to rip from the water what was hers by rights. we were wealthy, before that, a family of merchants. my mother says in her youth she recalls white horses, the gleam of candles, early mornings with bread baked fresh by a horde of servants.

he didn’t ask permission to cross her. that’s what my mother tells me while she spoons porridge with no flavor into the wood of my bowl. he had no faith in superstition, rode with boats that were more decoration than strength, the folly of a man who was cruel and vain and proud of his own gold teeth. the sky had been blue, so regardless of what the village witch said, he would sail that day. and when his boat sank; their lives turned blue like the sky that day.

my mother says she thinks the curse on the men of our family, even if they come in when they marry, is that they will forever be violent, too foolish to see the storm on the horizon. she whispers this to me on the eve of my seventh birthday, while father is his own storm, thundering around the house, looking for her. later, when i am cleaning the cut by her cheek, she tells me the curse is on the women to forever be unhappy, to wane until they are shadows, to walk into the deep like a sinking ship. 

we don’t burn candles often, they are too expensive. she tells me this in the silk of a dark room. the moon kisses her hair. 

in three days, my mother will walk into the ocean, and my father will be my own problem. the curse will pass onto me. 

my father does not believe in superstition, no curse to conquer him. when he is gone, and i am heartbroken, i go to the village witch. i ask her to teach me about magic, and other things, and about how the ocean can be coaxed, and how to save my father’s soul. 

and my hands rot too, keeping a house by myself with things i barely knew. i learn the art of a good scrubbing, keep my mind full of white horses while i endlessly clean, dream of candles in dark while i make the bread that he will not allow me to eat. he keeps me from the ocean, from visiting the place that took my mom, from following in her footsteps where the water makes women undone.

i am sixteen when i see her in the water of a bowl. she scares me so completely that i drop it, and my father comes in with his hands, and the curse, and i almost forget all about it. it isn’t until after that i realize she is beautiful, and young, which surprises me. 

i think about it every evening. her face becomes distorted to me. i can no longer remember the exact shape of it, only the impression of beauty. 

i turn seventeen and wait for the high moon. i pin safety to my vest in little witch herbs and runes. i put naked toes on the sand and slip closer, closer, to the avenue of my family’s doom. i find a little private beach, small and surrounded by rocks, hidden from my father in the event he ever thought to come looking. at high tide, it is barely the span of my body. at low, it feels empty.

the witch of the land has given me what i need to call in the witch of the sea, but i do not use it. it feels wrong, somehow, standing here in the wind and the quiet pulse of the world. i put down the incense and sage and i sit just close enough it feels wild, dangerous - but not close enough to get caught up in thrill. 

when nothing happens, i go home and i make bread that i will not eat.

for months i do this. i climb down to my beach. i learn to do it when the moon is half, and then when the moon is empty. i learn to do it so well that sometimes i go to sleep in my own bed and wake up by the water. i take to sleeping with warding runes to keep me from being pulled in the rip out to the waiting hands of a hungry sea-witch.

i don’t know when i start talking. more often i sing, because singing in my house is not allowed, and something about the way the rocks echo my voice feels comforting. the older i get, the more i can pretend i hear my mother’s voice, answering me, harmonizing gently. i sing songs about sadness and lullabies about curses. when i have exhausted every song i know, i write new ones about fathers who have never learned how to be kind, about the house i work in but do not love, about mothers who left, and about a sea witch.

i see her sometimes. in a puddle, in the drop of rain, in the strangest places. i never expect it, although i always hope. i am never able to see her for more than the length of a wave, breaking, and each time, it does something new to my heart.

at eighteen i am too much of my father’s burden. he tries to unload me onto other men. the land witch helps me with this. i rub hemlock, burn wolfsbane. we arrange so these men have other women to marry. the news of my curse is bad enough to scare most away. my father is not happy.

after a particularly savage night, i wonder how bad it could be. i could marry some boy from the village who didn’t quite bother me. i suppose they’re not ugly. timothy had always been gentle to me. i think about a life, and how i am cursed to be unhappy. my father would finally be proud of me.

i walk to the beach and i tell the waves about him and how i could convince myself it was love if i just never wanted from him. how i could be okay, if not content, how i could be free, how i already had learned life down on knees.

but i go home and i write a rune of warding. and the years pass and i find reasons each suitor is wanting. and the sea witch i see, sometimes, peeking out at me, staying long each time in the water, looking, watching. i see her in mirrors when my father storms against me. it is bad because he mistakes the cause of my smiling. it is better when she is there the next morning.

and i go to the ocean. when i am too sad to speak, it seems like the ocean is whispering for me. i picture my mother’s voice and tell myself i am happy. i am seven again and we are sewing. i am seven again and the curse has not been given to me. i am seven and she came home after she walked to the sea.

i grow silly, brave, unthinking. i leave behind the herbs and i wade deep. i teach myself the art of swimming. i am bad at it, at first, but something about it feels good to me. like the ocean wants to buoy me. in the day i think of it, guilty. what if there was a rip tide, and the water took me? who would care for my father if i stepped off the beach into a long drop? wasn’t i clever enough to know that the ocean is uncaring?

it is not this that does it. i go out after a rain and i slip on the rocks and suddenly i am in water above my head but without the moon i cannot see the up of it. i kick and i thrash and the water surrounds me. the tide pulls on my body and in the cold i feel my body grow weary. water spills into me. it punches through my body, up my nose and into my lungs and some part of me knows this is what mother felt before she was gone.

i kick ground by accident, reorient, drag myself heaving and spitting into the air. i lie there for a long time, half in and half out of death, enjoying the sensation of breathing and of life.

when i look up, i think i see her, watching me, her brows knit with something like worry. but we make eye contact and my heart leaps and then she is gone and i am left alone with nothing but the dawn breaking.

my father is furious when there is no bread. he finds my hair wet, and the salt of the ocean still smelling on me. and that is it. that day he goes out and pays someone to agree to marry me.

this feels right to me, i think. i’m twenty-one, three times seven, a perfect number for a curse to fully come down on me. i will be wed in three weeks.

the land witch comes to visit me. she looks like she’s sorry for me. she gives me a spell and tells me to put it under my pillow; i’ll dream of love and it will soothe me. instead i dream of the seawitch, and how wonderful she is, and the sight of her, out on the water, worried.

even though it is risky, i go down to the beach. i do not bother with protective spells, i have already seen that the water can kill me. fear alone keeps me from wandering. i sit on the beach and in the sand i draw runes for understanding and i make the small magicks i’ve spent years learning and i close my eyes and i ask the ocean “why do you do this to me.”

i fall asleep. i dream that the sea witch talks to me. i dream she is my age, that she is the great-granddaughter of the first to curse my family. i dream she has spent years watching, learning, finding the truth of me. that she just needs to get the courage to come and speak, that she has fallen in love with my singing, that she knows no curse but the one in her heart that brings her back to a human, to a creature of air and not water, to a mistake in the making.

in the dawn i know it is a dream and no more. i make bread. i pour water out before it can make mirrors. i do not look. i do not like the ache that has filled me, as if i’ve been looking for an answer and the answer only leads to longing.

the man i meet - my husband-to-be - is delighted by the house i keep. he believes a woman should keep in her place, and her place should be clean. he hears from neighbors that sometimes i sneak out to the land witch’s house. laughter barks out of him. not going to allow that behavior, not me. he does not believe in curses. he will pack me up and move me from the ocean to somewhere in the mountains, where i know nobody. and i will, he promises, learn to keep my place, and that place clean.

i tell myself i could love him. he is not ugly. he says i’m pretty enough after whiskey. my father mentions i used to sing. i refuse to perform for these men so instead i make them cookies. they laugh and talk about me, even when i am in the room, as if they cannot even see. they shake hands and talk about how useless a woman is for much else than breeding. it’s very funny. the man meets my eyes and promises he’ll put a baby in me. i look down and pretend the thrill i feel is excitement, not fear brewing in me.

the land witch comes by a week before my wedding. she is smaller these days, aging. her apprentice and i get along wonderfully. the two women stand before me, holding something. 

a small box, so tiny and lovely. “break the curse,” the witch whispers, “learn to be happy.”

i smuggle the box, take it everywhere with me. it is days before i have a moment to slip away, to open it by the sea. i take a candle with me, even though my father will notice and be angry.

by the light of fire i read the spell they have left me inside, and then i am so full of gratitude i cannot stop crying.

it must be a full moon, so i must wait. in the meantime, i walk home, and i bake. 

i do not see the seawitch, even though i look for her. maybe i have wounded her, getting married. my father asks why i keep smiling. i tell him it is because i am finally with a man. he grunts and says to stop looking so silly. 

the man kisses me. i let him. we are married on a night with a full moon, and i poison him and my father in the bread i did not eat. i think of how these men were cursed so they could not see a storm coming. i watch them as they lie there, dying, and then i put all of the things i own into a basket for the land witch. i leave it there with a song i wrote for her, a spell i know will make her happy, will stop the aging of her joints, will give her the kind of relief she gave me. 

i go down to the water. i find myself running, even though i am in no hurry. i know the way so well it is like i wake up there, panting. i ask permission first. i lay out the contents of the box, i organize and practice and when the needle and pain comes, i am ready for it. i am used to pain at night. i breathe into it and walk naked into waters that swallowed my mother.

i chew bitter herbs. i swallow fire. i feel myself drown as i change from land witch to sea witch. 

when it is done, i open my eyes in the deep of a moonlit ocean. and i see her. 

this time she does not flicker. this time when i reach for her, she is there, and she is pushing my hair out of my eyes, and we are kissing with the ocean rejoicing around us, and i am laughing, and i hear her voice as clear as bell inside me.

and we live like this, a whole world between us where white horses are the size of pinky fingers and swim with their thin snouts, where i need no candles because i was raised lightless, where we have no servants but the water takes care of us. i show her the magic of land and she unfolds the magic of water. together we are unstoppable. when i come up to the air to sing little girls a promise that they can survive the madness, she sings with me, and we make a beautiful harmony.

something that I have not yet seen discussed in the punching Nazis discussion

I am a woman, and I am queer. If the alt-right got the control they wanted, I would be affected.

I am also cis, straight-passing, middle-class, and, this one is majorly important, fucking white.

Most of the pearl-clutching I’ve seen over how we can’t POSSIBLY meet hate speech with violence, we can’t sink to their level, that makes us as bad as them, etc, etc - most of that is coming from white liberals.

And the thing is, fellow white people, is that this is on us.

You know who’s preaching this Neo-Nazi bullshit? White people. Do you know where this ‘philosophy’ came from, who developed it historically? White people. Do you know who fucked up basically the entire planet, spreading our racism, our homophobia, our sexism, our religious fundamentalism like a gods-damn virus everywhere we went, from North America to Africa to Japan?

White people.

We did this. We allowed it to happen. We invented it historically, we preached it historically, and even when a lot of us learned better, we allowed this shit to grow unmolested in various corners of our society. We even let it get into our governments and houses of law. 

So we don’t get to flail and wail and wring our hands. We absolutely do not get to patronisingly, hypocritically chide the various minorities who respond to the hate and oppression we created and allowed and abet with hatred and violence, as if somehow their hate and violence is unjustified. As if we didn’t start it first. As if we haven’t turned our eyes aside, again and again and again, from those in our demographics who preach and act on hatred from positions of power.

You don’t get to criticize an abuse victim for finally hitting back.

The Neo-Nazis and alt-right are our fault, and they’re our responsibility to police and get rid of, because we’re the ones who share their privilege, we’re the ones who can confront and shut them down with the highest chances of success and from the positions of most safety. These are people who demonstrably can’t be reasoned with. It’s been tried. Sure, we can change our education system to promote empathy and enlightenment, but that’s a long-term solution that won’t fix any of the issues facing us right now. 

So you - we - have a choice. We can wring our hands and do nothing, the same way Britain and the Allies did nothing when they first heard reports of what the historical Nazis were doing. We can sign petitions they’ll ignore and march in protests they deliberately miscount. Or we can not repeat our predecessors’ mistakes, and stop this shit now, before it gets any worse, before it goes where we know this kind of hate speech goes. 

And if that means punching a Nazi in the face, then every single one of us should be strapping on the boxing gloves.

Things I learned you’ll actually need for your dorm after one year of college that you probably won’t see on pinterest

So, I recently finished my first year at college (which was definitely an adventure, and probably one of the best years of my life so far) and I’ve made a few mistakes, but none that couldn’t be fixed. For example, I really didn’t do adequate research as to what I’ll actually need for my dorm room because I was too busy fantasizing how I was gonna diy decorate my dorm room into a pinterest masterpiece. Anyway, I quickly learned my lesson.

Basically, your dorm room isn’t just for display. You live there. It’s gonna get messy, it’s gonna have to store a lot of stuff, and you’re not always going to have time to keep it in pristine condition because life gets crazy. But you can deal with it, I promise, and for all the new freshman prepping for their first dorm experience, I want to give some advice on how you can be prepared for what college life actually hits you with.

Alright, so I actually ended up being in a triple (so I had two roommates) which meant I had even less space than the average broom-closet sized dorm room and I had two people I had to get along with. Thankfully, we all ended up being really close and very considerate of each other, and I am incredibly grateful for it. We learned our lessons together, and this is the list of stuff we came up with:

1. Vacuum: Get a real vacuum, maybe a cheap one (not like a crazy dyson), but a real one. Not just a handheld one (like we had) because it won’t be enough. Girls shed hair. A lot. (especially three long haired girls like us) People might accidentally spill a bag of powdered sugar on your rug, or you might rip open a bag of cereal a little too vigorously, or, more seriously, you might break something like glass and you don’t want anyone cutting open their foot on a shard. 

2. Swiffer: If your floor was linoleum like ours (that’s why we needed a rug, which I’ll mention later), then it will get dusty and dirty. Having a swiffer is just nice to have because once you vacuum your rug clean, you don’t want the dirt on the linoleum getting on the rug. Plus, it’s gonna a rain and there’s gonna be mud. It’s gross.

3. Brita filter: So my dorm was actually the absolute best freshman dorm not just because the people were amazing, but because we had sinks. IN OUR ROOMS. It is just so CONVENIENT. Anyway, I am fully aware that not everyone is as lucky as us and the only sinks will be in the bathroom. A Brita filter pitcher is nice to keep in your fridge because you can have fresh clean in your room at any given moment.

4. Trash can: We had three in our room for each person but they kinda ended up being shared based on location in the room, but yeah. You need somewhere to throw away stuff.

5. Plastic bags or just garbage bags: And not only do you need a place to throw away stuff, you need plastic bags or garbage bags for clean disposal. And trash piles up real fast in your tiny room, so you’ll need to replenish these bags very often. I learned from my mom that you always have a place to store your plastic bags, and so we had a designated plastic bag drawer where we kept all the bags from our local campus convenience store, or the drug store, or wherever. Trust me, it’s saved lives. (as in, barf bags)

6. Command hooks: So we had to bunk two beds and loft another to have enough room and it’s kind of a pain in the ass to constantly climb down to throw something out so we had a trash bag hanging from a command hook on my roommate’s lofted bed and yeah. That bag has saved lives. (same situation as above) Plus, you can hang hats, bags, towels, little caddies for your toothbrush off of these hooks and it’s just so nice because you don’t lose things.

7. Clorox wipes: Again, stuff gets gross, and you’ll unfortunately need to clean things (ie your mom doesn’t clean everything for you anymore). Have two packs stored because you never know.

8. Dish soap: Real dishes need to be washed well, or else you’ll get sick.

9. Sponges: For the dish soap. And the dishes.

10. Windex: For our mirror, which we wrote on with washable marker, and I killed ants with it too. 

11. Storage for food: Something airtight so bugs can’t get to it, like a trunk. We also had mice sometimes go into our vents. And then into people’s rooms. They’re looking for a warm place to hide, and food. Don’t leave food out is the lesson. But also have food in your room! Our room was well known to always have food and its really nice when you’re staying up late and everything is closed.

12. Tissues: Freshman plague is so real. You will most certainly get it, and probably several times too. 

13. Vitamins and medicine: Your immune system is gonna get a work out in college. Help it out with some vitamin C tablets. Have some tylenol or advil for headaches and aches and pains. And side note, if you’re really sick, just go to the health center, you don’t have to suffer through it.

14. Slippers: Get a comfy, cheap pair (because sometimes dorm hallways are gross, especially on the weekends) that you can wear all around your building and still be comfy.

15. Power strip: So much stuff needs to be plugged in and you definitely won’t have enough outlets between you and your roommate(s).

16. Printer: Okay, this seems a little unreasonable, but we were lucky because my one roommate had a spare one at home (how though??) and I have frequently said it is my favorite thing in our room. It has come in clutch so many times. But if you have a campus printer near you, or if its too expensive, it’s fine not to have one. But if you do get one, I would recommend getting one that is NOT wireless. University wifi doesn’t like you using other wifi (ie it won’t work). Get a printer that has a cable.

17. Plastic plates and forks: We have real dishes and silverware too, but plastic stuff is just easier clean up.

18. Rug: I almost forgot about this one.The floor gets cold and a rug also makes a room feel homier. You and your friends are gonna sit there and bond all that fun stuff, and someone might even sleepover on it (if they have a sleeping bag).

19. Chairs: So we actually didn’t have any other chairs other than the ones that university gave us for our desks and those are okay and everything, but some of our friends had these amazing, foldable, springy chairs that were so comfortable and also a lot of fun, and I am definitely getting one for my room next year. 

Other things you might need but might forget (maybe?):

Razors

Umbrella

Rain boots

Rain coat

Extra towels

Contact solution

Favorite mug

Tea

Stapler

Make up wipes

Facials

Lamp

Of course, this is not an exhaustive list, you’ll definitely need other things (like a fridge, microwave, sheets, pillows, decorations, etc), or see that you really don’t need some of the things I’ve mentioned. Honestly, do what you feel is best and good luck! I loved my first year at college! Like basically everyone, I had some trouble adjusting at first. I felt pretty lonely in the beginning too, but once you start going, things start to fall into place. I met some great people, had some great classes, and honestly, I’m going to miss my first year–even with all the excitement of being an upperclassman next semester.

I hope this helped and that you have just as great of an experience in your first year as I did–actually, even better!

Some of my Bloodborne Setting/Historical Period notes:
  • Running Water is a thing (the only evidence of this is the Research Building where we can find sinks)
  • Candles/Oil lamps/torches are the only light sources.
  • Fireplaces for heating.
  • No electricity. The ‘Blue Spark’ of the Darkbeasts is the only known form of electricity and is studied only by a very restricted group of hunters whose research was also considered pretty odd by the Healing church. The School of Mensis on the other hand, most likely welcomed Archibald’s experiments.
  • Mechanical and clockwork expertise (trick weapons, clocktower, rotating staircases, elevators, machine guns)
  • Astronomy is very advanced as hinted by the studies of Byrgenwerth and the Choir. (gigantic telescope in the lunarium, Astral clocktower.)
  •  There is no plastic but natural rubbers were probably known and used.
  • Printing press. (Books everywhere and in multiple copies. We don’t see newspapers in-game, but it’s safe to assume they exist.) 
  • Home delivery. (Blood is delivered to Yharnamites’ homes just like milk, possibly on a daily basis.)
  • Carriages and horses. There’s no train station in Yharnam. We see docks in the canal/sewers. 
  • Steam power apparently isn’t used either. This is quite telling because all technological advancements were applied to weapons alone and not implemented in any way to make people’s lives more comfortable. Which makes a lot of sense, actually. When you have bigger problems such as gigantic stag-dogs roaming the streets, you can’t focus on house commodities.
  • Most guns need to be reloaded! The reason why our hunter doesn’t reload is probably just a gameplay mechanic since we see Gascoigne reload his gun (which is just like our gun, not a different model or an older version. He wields it paired with the hunter’s axe which, again, is exactly like ours.) So if you’re writing a story, make sure your characters reload their weapons :D
  • Positive effects of the Old Blood: enhances strength and resistance, most likely makes you taller and able to withstand attacks that would kill a normal human in just one hit. Basically, all Blood-users are like goddamn Marvel superheroes and even those not trained as hunters can be formidable foes.

I hope some of you guys may find these little observations of help ;)

Why is Flug only gay in Spanish

Flug in English: Sir/Boss 

Flug in Spanish: Jefe (boss)/Señor (sir)/Señorón Black Hat (Sir+augmentative suffix, to make it bigger, like big sir)/Jefecito (little boss or bossy)/Jefe Chulo (handsome boss)

anonymous asked:

Ever since New York and I can't stop thinking about Liza and Harry ❤️❤️❤️💔Can you write a little something for Liza and Harry ?

Eliza Sutherland can’t believe she’s in New York. She had no plans to leave her flat this weekend, let alone make the trek through Heathrow to the States. But here she is—out of breath and thirty minutes late—running across the street to Studio 8H. She’s practically arguing her way in when Jeff finally shows up and insists she’s the list. She’s annoyed for all of five seconds. She hears his voice float through the halls with grit and grace and her heart stops in a way she wishes it wouldn’t.

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“things that have actually happened to me” prompts
  • i was really drunk and i saw this really huge, beefy football player sitting on a bench and crying. so i went into the bushes, gave him a flower, and we talked until he felt better. he gave me his number and said “call me if you ever want to vent too.”
  • i was at a straight bar and made friends with this gorgeous girl who i thought was straight. turns out she was a lesbian who was filthy rich and took me back to her place
    • bonus: she called me the next morning to take me out to brunch and take me on a $500 shopping spree as an “early birthday present”
    • sugar mama au?
  • i went on a date with a boy who had plans to take me to dinner and drinks. but he lost his wallet at a pizza place so we just walked around the neighborhood, sat in the park and talked. he was super embarrassed. 
    • bonus: three hours later, a guy fb messages him saying he found his wallet! so we bonded for hours and still got to have a late dinner and drinks!
  • i was at another party and was kindly asked by a fratbro to hold his snapback while he tried to show proper wrestling form using a tree as his opponent. idk if he did it right, but when he was done he gave me the biggest shit eating grin and said “you’re cool man. keep the hat.”
  • during finals my friends and i got so stressed out we just put our speakers on full blast and started dancing on the furniture to “feliz navidad.” it was may. 
  • my roommate and i came back to our dorm and found a huge waterbug on our sink. so we both locked ourselves in the closet and called public safety in a state of panic to come kill the bug. 
    • bonus: they actually came. it took three men to kill it. 
  • my friend decided to throw a beach-themed birthday party and, despite my protests, also decided to give live goldfish out as party favors. so in the midst of the party while everyone was getting drunk and dancing, my roommates and i stole all the fish and hoarded them in our rooms. and that’s how i became the mother to seventeen goldfish. 
  • a boy that i met in my psych lecture asked me out on a date so i said sure. the date took place in his room and it consisted mostly of me sitting on his bed and listening while he talked about himself. at one point, he went into his closet to look for a souvenir he picked up from brussels, so i got up, stole his tequila bottle, and left. 

Not to beat a dead horse, but like

Fandom likes to ask if Yuuri or Viktor is the one who likes to clean.

And the solution seems to be both of them are responsible adults who like to live in a clean place and, okay, point.

You have a point and it’s actually a point that I’ve made in the past, HOWEVER, and I’ve just thought of this as I stared at a pile of unfolded laundry at the end of my bed and groaned at the knowledge that I would have to put it away before I can sleep tonight, please consider:

Neither of them likes to clean.

Viktor and Yuuri are a stereotypical couple who get married in their twenties and have to bribe each other and themselves to do basic household chores.

“We have to do the dishes before we can make dinner,” says Yuuri, staring at the dirty dishes in the sink.

“No we don’t,” says Viktor, who knows for a fact that they can go at least another day without having to do dishes.

Work with me here,” Yuuri says. “All we have to do is put them in the dishwasher.”

Viktor opens the dishwasher, to reveal that it is already full. 

“Why are we like this,” Yuuri whispers to himself.

Then, later:

“We have to make the bed,” Viktor says. He’s tugging on a blanket, fresh out of the dryer, that Yuuri has wrapped around himself. “Yuuri. We can’t sleep until we make the bed.”

“I’m fine with this,” says Yuuri, who falls onto the bed, still wrapped like a burrito. Viktor lays down besides him and attempts to ineffectually unwrap him.

“We can have sex if we make the bed,” Viktor says, panting, a few minutes later.

Yuuri trails his toe up Viktor’s calf and lifts the blanket. “Come in to my blanket, love.”

Yuuri.”

“We’re sinking!”

Not-Freddy: “I’ve got to save the instruments!”

*immediately collects one drum, a cymbal stand, a giant mint, and a lawn chair*

*leaves guitar, tambourines, drumsticks & other drums to sink to the bottom*

At least he has his priorities straight.

(This is bad quality but that is not the point)

HOLD UP
*Antonyms of Slytherin*
-Friendly
-Open
-Optimistic
-Accepting
-Warm
-Mellow
-Reserved
-Laid-back
-Kind

Excuse me?
I’m about to disprove every single one of these so make a cup of tea and get ready.

1) Friendly 

You can’t just dismiss ¼ of wizards and witched as ‘unfriendly’ simply because of a stereotype. Since when did being ambitious and being friendly become mutually exclusive? Yes, there are some Slytherins who are particular assholes, but what about other houses? You’re saying that in Gryffindor, a house that values bravery and all around cockiness people were always friendly? As well as that, the house that is known for valuing kindness is Hufflepuff. Are you saying that Hufflepuff and Slytherin are opposites? Yes, the people who make up those houses have very different personalities, but as always, there is some overlay, or Slytherpuffs would not exist. For example, Narcissa Black was almost sorted into Hufflepuff because of her fierce loyalty towards her family. Kindness is a basic human emotion, missing only in the mind of psychopaths, which is not the word I would use to describe Regulus, Slughorn, and the great Merlin himself.

2)Open

So practically ¾ of Hogwarts hates Slytherin and believes them to be heartless monsters, but it surprises you that they don’t seem open? Okay, Slytherins tend to hide their emotions from most people, but within a Slytherin’s small group of friends they will not hesitate to tell them everything, because unlike some other houses, a secret stays a secret. This is one of the words I could potentially agree with as I have found myself closing off from other people when I do not want to burden them, but my best friend knows everything about me as we keep no secrets from each other, something former members from the Gryffindor house (dumbledore) could not say, having kept a certain boy-who-lived’s inescapable early death from him for more than 7 years.

3) Optimistic

Yeah, okay I can see where the author of this is coming from with this one

4)Accepting

Okay we need to stop using common traits of Hufflepuff as antonyms for Slytherin! If there is one thing Slytherins are not accepting of then it’s bigoted behavior because “everyone else may think we’re evil but we will not sink to meet their expectations.”

5) Warm

Just because Slytherins will not pour their heart out to anyone who knows them doesn’t mean they are soulless. Slytherins may act distant from the other houses, but why would they have any reason to share their feelings with anyone who thinks that they are evil? We always know what to say to our closest friends, and have such big hearts for those willing to put in effort to try and find out.

6) Mellow

Okay so Slytherins may not be the most mellow, but like hell any non-slytherins would know, because if anything, we are good appearing calm and collected, but simmering with rage and hatred beneath the surface. Also, just because we fight fight for what we want instead of just waiting for the opportunity to fall into our lap doesn’t mean we’re hotheads.

7) Reserved

Slytherin’s may voice their opinion when they think something is wrong, because someone needs to speak out, however only if we think it will give any impact, or benefit. If someone acting really homophobic, of course we will tell them to sit the fuck down and rethink their priorities, but if you do so every day, it will lose its effect. We pick and choose our battles.

8) Laid-back

Laid-back is definitely something that comes with age. If you look at the first year Slytherins, then yes, you could say that they are not at all laid back, stressing until 2am about a homework due the next day. However as they get older, the fucks being given get less and less, until eventually they have perfected the art of needing a constant base layer of stress to function, and can therefore relax and not think about their fast-approaching essay due date until the night before, whereas a hufflepuff is running up and down the library halls with stress. You see, every house procrastinates, but it takes talent to be able to relax while putting off work.

9) Kind

This is the last one, and I believe the worst. Yes, may protect their emotions, but that doesn’t mean we are not kind. it is about time that people stop predicting our entire personality on Severus Snape, a guy most Slytherins didn’t even like, just pretended to because duh, extra credit. Please stop dismissing us as unkind, just because we have a slightly cruel (but admittedly hilarious) sense of humor, or occasionally enjoy intimidating people. Everyone knows this can be fun, we’re just the only house to admit it. These small things aside, just because we are not kind to you, does not mean we are without kindness, it just means we didn’t think you were worth being kind too, especially if you come up with this sort of bullshit list and all of your prejudices.

That was all my fellow slytherins x

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We met in the dark remember? Our stomachs were full of nothing but our minds were crammed with thoughts. It was a time where we were both sinking in the same ocean.

Yeah I remember. But now we’re here touching the heat of the sun.

And we’ll keep on climbing until it’s all we feel.

—  from a book I might write | @jwfeelings
1DFF MASTERLIST

hiiiii, everyone!!! this is the official masterlist for 1DFF authors that update on Tumblr! i feel like this list will always be a WIP so PLEASE do not hesitate to send in new stories for it! the only requirements are that theyre full or mini fics and posted on both platforms! i also wanna give a huge thanks to everyone that sent in their info to make this happen, y’all seriously rock! @1dffofficial

( * ) denotes completed fics. 

Fics under more than one boys name center around both and/or are love triangles.


HARRY

Such Great Heights by mackabees (@mackabees)

Oh, Arizona by sophrosyne (@harktheharold)

And We Meet Again by oneofhistattoos (@oneofhistattoos)

*If You Give A Boy A Ballpoint by sophroysne (@harktheharold)

the photograph series by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

Mitochondria and his Nucleus by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

Come Home to Me by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

 Fanfiction by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

*Silver Girl by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

*Frosted Flakes (and Avacadoes) by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

*Red, White, and You by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

*When Harry Met Sally by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

*Above Average by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

*First Base by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

*The Photographer by stilesharrystyles (@stilesharrystyles)

*Matched by ladymiresa (@ladymiresa)

Odds On by ladymiresa (@mrsmiresa)

*Evaporate by standingfacingwest (@standingfacingwest)

*The Golden Hour by standingfacingwest (@standingfacingwest)

Young Blood by standingfacingwest (@standingfacingwest)

What a Feeling by stylmao (@ninetyfovr)

Lost Stars by stylmao (@ninetyfovr)

*silver springs by gitgat (@lifeisbetterasamermaid)

*Breathless by gitgat (@lifeisbetterasamermaid)

*Tonight, You’re Mine by gitgat (@lifeisbetterasamermaid)

Around my Bones by gitgat (@lifeisbetterasamermaid)

*A Rhapsody of Sorts by silverglass (@silverglass)

*Sugar on the Asphalt by aboutfalling (@justanchorandhope)

*Tennessee Teacakes by aboutfalling (@justanchorandhope)

*Just Anchor and Hope by aboutfalling (@justanchorandhope)

*When We Sink, We Float by aboutfalling (@justanchorandhope)

Covert Affairs by 1dharrystylesluver (@wild3flow3r)

Life As We Know It by 1dharrystylesluver (@wild3flow3r)

Slow Burn by allyoopxo (@allywrites)

With the New Crowd by goodcricket (@likeamisfit)

*Youth Decay by goodcricket (@likeamisfit)

We’re Not Friends by zarryeternity (@heartnsideofmine)

Journeyman by littlebird006 (@littlebird006)

Under My Skin by booksncoffee (@booksncoffee)

Lock Yourself Out by team-styles (@team-styles)

*False Pretenses by zaynourholyfather (@harrieheaux)

*Sturmflut by Escapist (@fuckyeahfics)

Pure Feeling by bloomfields (@aceofstyles)

Close Your Eyes (and Count to Ten) by bloomfields (@aceofstyles)

Crooked Love by bloomfields (@aceofstyles)

Whole Lotta Rosie by addisonlee (@addisonleexo)

Stardust & Silk by alluring (@ineffably-styles)

*Into that Good Night by abejas (@abejas-fic)

Do Not Go Gentle by abejas (@abejas-fic)

*Burning Daylight by abejas (@abejas-fic)

*Truth Be Told by abejas (@abejas-fic)

*Middle of Nowhere by abejas (@abejas-fic)

*Solitary by abejas (@abejas-fic)

Bittersweet by stairwaytostyles (@stairwaytostylesfic)

Rubber Ball by sel1dff (@full-fics)

*As Lovers Go by inmadhouses (@in-madhouses)

*Fists Full of Flowers by inmadhouses (@in-madhouses)

*A History in Rust by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

The Double Plaid by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

*Let’s Pretend It’s Love by CrumpetsAndTea (@daydreamsandafternoontea)

How Hard I Try by americanbleach ((@americanbleach)

Snapshot by dgstories (@curlsgetgirls)

Matters of the Heart by dgstories (@curlsgetgirls)

Spit Fire by showingthroughtome (@showingthroughtome)

No. 14 by showingthroughtome (@showingthroughtome)

*Live in my Imagination by showingthroughtome (@showingthroughtome)

*Anytime You’re Needing Me by showingthroughtome (@showingthroughtome)

*Skinny Legs by harryscribbles (@harryscribbles)

*The Long Way Home by harryscribbles (@harryscribbles)

*Give My Love to Huckleberry Finn by harryscribbles (@harryscribbles)

*Nom de Plume by astrophe (@stylesprimes)

*Dandelion & Burdock by astrophe (@stylesprimes)

*These Days by astrophe (@stylesprimes)

*Nothing Without You by whisicalstyles (@softzindagi)

You Can Never Stop Running by whisicalstyles (@softzindagi)

Come Home to Me by whisicalstyles & stilesharrystyles (@softzindagi & @stilesharrystyles)

To Not Feel Alone by whisicalstyles (@softzindagi)

Between Jasmine and Reason by anubis (@austenlouis)

Before I Met You by ktrssss1 (@ktrsss1fics)


LOUIS

*Fill You In by beautifulletdownfics (@beautifulletdownfics)

Offside by Escapist (@fuckyeahfics)

*zugzwang by Escapist (@fuckyeahfics)

*Shot in the Dark by abejas (@abejas-fic)

Resolutions by madminnie (@boricuamermaid)

Pride by sel1dff (@full-fics)

Los Angeles PD by DeathOfABachelorette (@sundownlouis)


LIAM

Silhouette Dreams by abejas (@abejas-fic)

*By Surprise by abejas (@abejas-fic)

Pins and Needles by madminnie (@boricuamermaid)

Of Sons and Fathers by sel1dff (@full-fics)

A Girl In A Million by sel1dff (@full-fics)

On The Line by inmadhouses (@in-madhouses)

*Left My Heart Out by wakinguptired @wokeuptired

Different Strokes by mdanielle (@marisa-writes)

Coming Up Roses by primetimewrites (@primetimewritings)

Saudade by whisicalstyles (@softzindagi)


NIALL

Tell You Now by anubis @austenlouis

Time Stands Still by abejas (@abejas-fic)

*Beating Hearts by abejas (@abejas-fic)

Hesitant and Hopeful by madminnie (@boricuamermaid)

Now That You’re Here by madminnie (@boricuamermaid)

Across Mountains by madminnie (@boricuamermaid)

A Girl In A Million by sel1dff (@full-fics)

*Stairway to Heavan by sel1dff (@full-fics)

Fool’s Gold by inmadhouses (@in-madhouses)

Stars in Your Eyes by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

Little Giants by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

Bright Baby Blue by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

*The Panic Cord by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

*Screaming Color by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

*You and I Need to Have a Little Patience by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

*Left My Heart Out by wakinguptired (@wokeuptired)

Elementary by mdanielle (@marisa-writes)

*I’ll Be Your Safety by ktrssss1 (@ktrsss1fics)

Settle Down With Me by ktrssss1 (@ktrsss1fics)

No One Does It Better by ktrssss1 (@ktrsss1fics)

Latch by ktrsss (@ktrsss1fics)


ZAYN

*zugzwang by Escapist (@fuckyeahfics)

*quatervois by Escapist (@fuckyeahfics)

Rubber Ball by sel1dff (@full-fics)

Pride by sel1dff (@full-fics)

*Serendipty by whisicalstyles (@softzindagi)

Writing Prompts

1) Everything about her was messy. The eye makeup smudged just below her left eye. The fly aways in her hair pinned so poorly up. The tears and rips and paint splatters on her clothes. Her heart. 

2) “Was it all a lie?” 

3) The eerie stillness took hold. And slowly, we all began to sink into it. I felt like I was disappearing, like if I held my hand in front of my face it would be fading into darkness. 

4) The door slammed but I didn’t jump. 

5) “I don’t exist,” she whispered. 

6) The floorboards creaked beneath my feet and I prayed to a god I didn’t believe in that he wouldn’t wake up. 

7) The fire curled up into the night sky, the reds and oranges mixing with the midnight blue-black, looking almost as if they touch the sky. 

8) “Please just go …” 

9) As the storm cracked the sky open and rain began to fell I watched as they turned and walked away. I didn’t know it then but I’d never see them again. Looking back, I wish I would’ve said something. “I love you”, maybe. At least “goodbye”? 

10) “They’re dead,” he snarled, a sickening grin curling across his face. “It’s over.”