because as much as this is not about *who* carrie ends up with

Things I’ve learned as a student and language learner
  • No teacher will ever tell you how to study, they will only say that you have to study.
  • No one has any idea how to study, they just try out things and see what works for them.
  • There isn’t a “standard” or “universal” way of studying but there are tips and methods that work for most people.
  • 1 method won’t work for everything. 
  • When it comes to languages, you’ll have a plan or an idea of what you should do, but you need to be open minded and flexible. You adapt to the situation. 
  • Having a partner for studying might be a blessing or a nightmare, it depends on you.
  • Always have snacks around. You don’t want to stop when you finally focus only to grab something to snack on.
  • Always have a bottle of water, or maybe 2.
  • If what you do it’s weird but it works for your studies, it’s not weird, it’s just a new method.
  • There’s no “talent” when it comes to languages, it’s just experience and some badass strategy behind the success. And this applies to studying in general from what i’ve seen.
  • Being organized and disciplined might not sound fun, but it saves your ass when motivation goes away.
  • Sooner or later, you realize that only you can get up and study. No one will give a shit if you do it or not, people are selfish, accept it.
  • Figure out if you are a planner person or not. Not everyone can follow a schedule.
  • Plan your breaks.
  • Just start doing something small. Once you start, you’ll work more than you planned.
  • Elle Woods, Rory Gilmore and Hermione Granger are the holy trinity. The motivation you can get from them is unimaginable.
  • Never underestimate the power of a motivation list. Just a list with people you admire can make you work. It’s that simple.
  • Sleeping enough is more important than you think!
  • You’re way much better than you imagine. You can deal with everything, just be confident.
  • Nothing is so difficult as you think it is, it gets easier once you work for a while.
  • Your mind will trick you and make you think in the middle of a study session that you can’t handle it but if you ignore that, you’ll realize it’s just a trick because you might not be used to study like that or for that long.
  • Organize your study space so you don’t waste 10 minutes. 10 minutes in which you might lose your mood for studying.
  • Keep a diary. Write in it your progress and your fears or whatever bothers you. You don’t need to write daily in it but just writing down and seeing what bothers you helps a bit.
  • Know why you’re studying! Without a goal in mind, in a couple of days, maybe weeks if you’re lucky, you’re gonna give up.
  • Studying in bed will make you sleepy. 
  • Eating lunch will make you sleepy and a bit lazy so choose an easy task for that time of the day.
  • Studying in pajamas is nice, but that outfit kinda sets your mind in the “i go to sleep” mood so just take some clothes that you don’t sleep in. Let’s face it, we all have old clothes that we don’t want to throw away but we wear inside the house.
  • Don’t be afraid to ask questions.
  • Never compare yourself to others. Your only competition is you.
  • Don’t be afraid to be outstanding. 
  • It doesn’t matter if you have expensive pens or cheap ones, in the end, they all do their job.
  • There are people who like to decorate their notes, and there are people who like keeping them simple but everyone uses a highlighter at some point in their life.
  • You’ll ace everything by overlearning.
  • Others’ limits aren’t yours. 
  • Don’t check your phone. If you check it once, you lost.
  • Same with the snooze option in the morning.
  • Instead of saying that you don’t have time, better say “I’m not a priority”. See what effect that has on you.
  • Don’t judge people. The weirdo that no one talks to might have life tips that will save you. Or even better, might be a friend for life.
  • Tips and tricks won’t work if you don’t.
  • Always have a trick or two saved for later. Others might not be your competition now but you never know who wants the same job as you in 10 years.
  • The sooner you start, the sooner you’re done.
  • When you feel down, remember 1 skill that was a pain to learn but now it’s something you love.
  • Learn to listen.
  • Your goals are important to you but many people won’t give a damn about them. Learn to let go people who don’t respect your goals/priorities.
  • If people hate you, they a) envy you because you’re amazing, b) they are just shitty or c) a+b.
  • Always be innovative. Why? People will copy what you do if you have success so always be 2 steps ahead.
  • Don’t stress over exams/tests/presentations that passed already. They are in the past, don’t overthink these.
  • There’s no point in collecting tips and resources if you don’t start using them.
  • It takes time to be disciplined but that’s not impossible. You just need to want and try over and over again until you’ve got it.
  • Get used to make mistakes, others don’t even remember them.
  • Most people can’t memorize very well in the morning, avoid learning new words after you wake up.
  • Learning and studying doesn’t usually imply memorization unless you need certain formulas, terms and definitions. However, many teachers accept to use your own words when talking about something. The point is to understand something, not to quote your textbook.
  • Failing is okay. Procrastinating is okay. What’s not okay it’s when you stop trying and working only because you have a bad day, week, month or year.
  • Everyone fails and everyone procrastinates, remember that. No one’s perfect.
  • When you can’t focus, find a way to calm down your mind. If you focus, you can work for hours but if you are distracted by a feeling/thought just stop and talk to yourself because everything you do that day will be almost useless; your mind is not with you.
  • Don’t just read passively, try to take notes or annotate so you actually pay attention to what you read. Read it 100 times and don’t pay attention or read it twice and understand everything, your choice.
  • Most people will gladly help, you just need to ask.
  • Be open minded.
  • Your teachers might not give you the grade you deserve, people might talk about you behind your back, no one might see your value but they aren’t important. You work for yourself and that’s important, who knows, maybe in 15 years these people will ask if you’re hiring. Karma is stalking everyone. 
  • Your brain needs sugar, always have some chocolate/sweets around.
  • People will either hate you or love you. You shouldn’t care what they choose. Respect everyone, be yourself and love yourself. Who wants to be around you will stay in your life, don’t worry.
  • People don’t need to know what you’re doing 24/7. If they ask, tell them; if they don’t, don’t overshare.
  • Take your time to make/find a playlist for studying if you like having background noises while studying.
  • Bother to make one for motivation too.
  • Have at least 20 free hours weekly. Your brain needs a break too.
  • Not everyone needs to be like you, study like you or like what you do and that’s fine. After all, not everyone will have the same story.
  • Find a person who makes you feel better only by being around them. That kind of friend is priceless.
  • Try to read once in a while when you’re free. Maybe you learn something new.
  • Your attitude makes the difference. Just do your best and always be optimist.
  • When you have questions or you need help, just ask. Don’t assume things before asking. People might surprise you.
  • Don’t doubt yourself. You can do it, it’s just a matter of time.
  • People will betray you, your work won’t.
  • Always carry around your agenda or a small notebook/notepad. Just in case you need to write down a date, a phone number, just a reminder or you need to plan something.
  • Prepare for the worst but always hope for the best.
  • Learn how to know when you need breaks.
  • Also, learn how to control yourself during breaks. You don’t want to take a break of 5 minutes and end up with a 3 years one.
  • Nothing is impossible if you just ignore the negative comments and you focus on your goal(s).
  • Learn to enjoy studying so much that you’re frustrated when you can’t do it.
musicals as kids you knew in high school

Les Mis: dramatic foreign exchange kid who plays up their own country’s stereotypes to mess with the other students. Huge heart; cries at the end of literally every movie. In with the popular kids.

The Book of Mormon: the most politically incorrect kid you’ve ever met. Whenever they say anything, you wait a few moments and look around at the other students to make sure it’s okay to laugh. You sometimes lay awake thinking about things they’ve said because they’re right.

Newsies: that poor freshman who still hasn’t hit puberty yet. Has a friend group of other woefully prepubescent boys. Think Sam and Company in Freaks and Geeks. They sit in a corner of the lunchroom and hope the athletes won’t find them. Is very vocal about how much they hate the school and won’t shut up about transferring to some school in New Mexico. Ran for student government as a freshman and won, shocking everyone.

Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812: Transferred to your high school for only a year, but no one will ever forget them. Was responsible for planning the legendary senior prank that resulted in the principal running from the school screaming. Eventually got expelled. Some students blame it on racism drama that 1812 themselves actually had nothing to do with; most people understand that this rumor is false.

Waitress: the kid who decorates their binder covers with glittery letters and hums while they organize their locker. Spends free time volunteering: not for their resume, but out of the goodness of their heart. Punched the school bully once and nearly went viral. Is actually reasonably popular–partially because they’re friends with popular junior Sara B., but mostly because they’re such a great person.

Hamilton: the freshman kid who somehow manages honor roll academics, five extracurriculars, a part-time job, a small nonprofit, a mental illness, and a dog. Is legendary for sassy one-liners. Carries speakers everywhere and dances on tables in the cafeteria, getting everyone to sing along. Is somehow really, really popular; some of the other kids are salty.

Rent: the artistic/political kid. Senior who the other kids look up to. Openly responsible for the controversial political graffiti in the bathroom. Got suspended once for protesting the student dress code: the only thing the handbook actually says is that you must wear shoes at all times, so they just showed up to school naked. Is low-key Hamilton’s idol. Like Newsies, also won’t shut up about transferring to some school in New Mexico.

Wicked: the other artistic/political kid, though slightly more on the political side. The kid with all the pins on their messenger bag. Their Facebook is full of social justice rants and emotional videos shared from liberal media pages. Is probably going to become president.

Dear Evan Hansen: the kid who’s really quiet irl, but has ten thousand followers on Tumblr and is a minor online celebrity. On Facebook, posts inspirational quotes in pretty fonts with nature backgrounds and gets maybe two or three likes. Draws on arms with Sharpie during class. Is also somehow in with the popular kids, but chooses not to hang out with them. 

Little Shop of Horrors: the kid who is really sweet but whom you suspect is kinda internally unbalanced. Has a dark sense of humor; makes quiet jokes sometimes that no one else hears, but you do, and you’re terrified. Bonds with Dear Evan Hansen over plant obsession.

Heathers: other slightly unbalanced kid, though they’re more obvious about it. Is basically Ally Sheedy in The Breakfast Club. Sometimes wears rollerskates to school; listens to podcasts and wears headphones everywhere and only takes them off to fight bullies. Actually still uses an iPod. Not really in with the popular kids, but does have a gaggle of admirers among the younger students.

Be More Chill: the kid who works in the computer cluster. Is quite a jokester in general, so people don’t know whether or not to be worried by their self-deprecating jokes. Is in Yearbook and swaps out the class portraits of people they don’t like with the most unflattering pictures in the world. Almost sent that version to print once and had a panic attack in the bathroom. Is actually rather famous for said panic attack in the bathroom. Has an unexpected friendship with Heathers

Falsettos: the senior kid always making snarky but surprisingly philosophical comments at the back of the class. Insists that all everyday objects are metaphors. Always looks to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown. No one understands how everyone in their friend group knows each other. Tried to run for student government, but tragically lost to popular homecoming queen Dolly Midler.

With Star Wars: The Force Awakens, director J.J. Abrams sought to prop up and revitalize the most popular film franchise in movie history, to preserve its qualities in amber for a new generation. The Force Awakens was very concerned about what you, the moviegoer and fan, thinks about Star Wars. It wants to please you. It wants to be comfort food. And it’s very, very good at that.

But with Star Wars: The Last Jedi, director Rian Johnson wants to burn Star Wars to the ground. Not because he harbors ill will toward it, but because he loves it. He loves it so much that he wants to cleanse the garden and allow something fresh and new to grow. The Last Jedi is not concerned about what you, the moviegoer and fan, thinks about Star Wars. It wants to challenge you and make you question what Star Wars is and what it can be.

(This post contains major spoilers for Star Wars: The Last Jedi.)

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So often, we fall for people’s potential. We ignore the signs, so clearly lit up in front of us, because we are instead distracted by the light in their eyes. We make excuses for them.

“They didn’t call me because they are busy”
“They just hate texting, it’s okay”
“They are just independent, which is what I wanted”
“Maybe I’m moving too fast, I don’t want to be too much”

Instead of failing to see the truth - they aren’t right for us.
We can try to fit, mold, bend, and break whatever standards we have. We can try to validate every decision because we desperately want it to be them. Why? Because instead of seeing what’s real, we see what could be. We seek validation in the arms of someone that won’t carry us. We put our self worth in people that don’t deserve to have it.
We fall for their smile and the way they curl their hair. We fall for their success and the idea of the future. We fall for their laugh - while wondering if they are even noticing yours. We fall in love with outward appearances, the potential of what could be, and crave their approval. Because if it ends, there must be something wrong with us, not them.

Ask yourself this: why in the hell are you less than them?

You may think you’re lucky to have them, but they are lucky to have you.
They are so lucky for your brunette hair turned blonde, your sarcasm, and your laugh.
They are so lucky for the way you love, your independence, and your desire to succeed.
They are so lucky for the way you light up when you talk about what you love.
They are so lucky for the way you get ready to go out, take one shot, then go back home.
They are so lucky for the mother that you will be and the wife that you will become.

Because for the right person, we won’t be too much.
We won’t have to second guess every word we say, wonder where we stand, and trip over ourselves to impress them.
We won’t have to wait for just that one phone call, when it’s convenient for them, to get us through another week of uncertainty.
For the right person, you love them for who they are. You won’t be sacrificing your values, selling yourself short, and lowering your standards. You won’t spend your days being drained, because they just “get” you. With the right person, you will feel loved. You won’t need validation, because they instilled in you that you’re worth so much more. You will never feel less than, because they won’t make you question your worth.
For the right person, it fits. 
For the right person, the potential is already the reality.

anonymous asked:

Any advice to other writers?

yes. it is this: stop listening to advice.

in 2nd grade my advice was stop writing. i’m an adhd cuban kid writing bad poetry, trembling when i raise my hand in public. i get my first (and only) award at this age, when my colorblind self sees a picture incorrectly and writes a poem about the muddiness a toad sits in, where everyone else sees colors, blossoming.

at 15 you will not win awards. nor at 16, or 20, or 23. 

but if this is your heart and soul, you will keep writing. because it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t matter if 215,000 people read your writing, or just 3. what matters is that you write, in margins of papers you lose, in the edges of moleskins you burn, on your exposed skin. you write and write and write until you are drained of it. but you are never, not really, drained of it. 

in the meantime, i learned grammar so specifically i could teach it, so teach it i did, in a better way than i ever learned it. i explained: there, their, and they’re are easy to remember. there has “here” in it, which makes it regarding times or places. their has a little person in the form of “i” in it. that’s about you or other people. “they’re” is the easiest because the apostrophe means “they are”. and that’s the end of things. “breath” and “breathe” are different but related things, when you take a breath, you swallow the “e”, to breathe means you rEleasE the ending. 

and then i crushed it under a boot. a lot of people asked me: how come. but the how is easy. the lower case and all my lack of punctuation and things. i knew the rules and broke them because it was the thing to do. bc it felt weird to talk in a fake way, u know? like i was lying.

so i told the truth. while i talked about superpowers or magic or anything fake. i told the truth. and that’s what makes it real, isn’t it. that we look for the honesty of a moment. nobody says “hey how are you doing?” “oh, i’m fine, how about you?” unless they’re being fake. two friends say “what’s up?” the other says “i’m dead inside fuck you.” 

and you watch. i watch with big eyes. i observe. i know how people talk to each other, how they move in the world. so when she glides through the doors, people turn and look at her. so that blurting isn’t just blurting, it’s meant with uncertainty. so that things have meaning.

people ask me: how come your dialogue is so good? and the truth is: i cheat. i say it out loud, and think: does this flow? does it rest? does it sound like two people talking? “how is that going” “here is exposition about my being a spy i was once in the Russian army” doesn’t sound friendly. two people being like “how’s that vent crawling going?” “oh, you know, lovely, i’m belly-flat and hungry” sounds much more lovely. this is how you fit in character development. i almost never do it without spoken word. why say “she was mad about her past” when i can say “oh, you know, lovely, i’m belly-flat and hungry, but like, you know, they carved out my insides, so, like, extra room, thanks, you fuckers,” works twice as well.

and then i throw it out. people say “here’s a list of words that replace said” so i write a story where people only use said, and it works, because the narrator’s voice is strong enough it carries it on through the universe. and i throw out commas. and i throw out quotation marks. i use whatever i think the words need. and i move forwards.

i think what writers should be afraid of the most is stagnation. not agents or how the audience will take them or how the world will scoop up words or anything. just the healthy fear of constantly rewriting the same thing in different words. that’s the true fear. and this isn’t to say that you can’t write about the same emotions or people. but everything should be a new exploration into a concept. kind of a tall order. 

so i’ll say this. who gives a shit. if you spend 4 years writing a love poetry blog to your significant other, he still ends up hating your poetry. if you write to the wrong person, you feel stupid and numb, endless. in a bad way, i mean.

so write for yourself, always. who cares about notes. i write dumb shit all the time. write because it’s the only thing worth doing. write because people told you to stop.

people ask me all the time “how did you do that!” but the truth is all you need to do is look at the number of posts. at the end of six thousand, you find a way around your land. 

and you find your voice. and that’s all that matters, in the end.

This is barely coherent because I’m exhausted but


So first in season 3 we see the relationship they’ve been building up between Keith and Lance for like 2 SEASONS really blossom. Like they’re BFFs. Lance is Keith’s impulse control. Keith is Lance’s comfort. They’re all cool and stuff.

Then, in 4.01 Keith leaves. Lance thinks joining the Blades will make Keith happy, so he’s like, okay cool. Then Pidge goes to find Matt and comes back with this guy who makes bad jokes and flirts with Allura (sound familiar?) but is also super smart and mature and good at fighting and stuff. I don’t think it’s too much of a reach to say this is Lance’s worst fear –– someone shows up who’s like him but ‘better’, more worthy of his friends’ attention, meaning he gets rejected. But no big deal, right? Ain’t no one rejecting him yet.

But then when Matt flirts with Allura (in like the dorkiest way possible omg save him) she blushes and doesn’t insult him or anything, which for her is responding pretty positively, or at least moreso than she does with Lance. And then Shiro (y’know, Lance’s hero) is all MATT?? I LOVE MATT!! And then Matt forms the Tech Nerd Dream Team™ with Hunk and Pidge, Lance’s best friends from the Garrison. (Basically, Matt is a lot like Lance, but ‘better’ and adored by people the way Keith was.)

The next time we see Lance, instead of being his social butterfly self and getting to know the new guy, he’s holed up in his room in the dark in the middle of the day, looking tense and marathoning video games.

Okay, though. Maybe that’s okay. People play video games. No biggie. But first of all, that doesn’t seem like Lance. He’s the social guy. He’s the last person I’d expect to be holed up in his room playing video games in the dark in the middle of the day, especially when a cool new person just showed up. Lance loves people. Lance loves getting to know people (see: Taking Flight, The Depths, the Voltron Show!, Changing of the Guard, and literally every episode with new aliens).

But even if you disagree, consider this: in the Paladin Handbook, Crystal Venom, and Eye of the Storm, we see that when Lance has time to himself, he uses it to relax (napping, chilling with a good lemonade, going to the pool). There are two ways people spend free time: relaxation and stimulation. Video games are definitely a form of stimulation. When are you more likely to choose stimulating activities, even if you’re more into relaxation in your time off? When you’re trying to distract yourself from something.

^ picture by breeceesall (So sorry!!)

(Lance is answer choice D. I accidentally originally said B because I just glanced at it and that was a mistake, thanks to celestialdefenders for pointing that out!)

(By the way, side note: when Allura and Coran come to get Lance to milk Kaltenecker and they all leave the room, he says something like, “Okay, let’s get this over with”… and it sounded… off to me? Like he was covering up the insecure layer and going back to business… I dunno maybe I just heard it weird, I’m not really counting this as a point.)

The last thing Lance would do is tell anyone about all of this inner turmoil. After all, the only times he voices or even admits to himself his own insecurities are to strangers (Escape From Beta Traz) and to… well, Keith (Tailing a Comet, the infamous leave the math to Pidge scene). Who’s gone.

And I don’t think it bothers Lance as much when he has stuff to keep his mind off it (in the Voltron Show, they’re doing his favorite part of the war effort. Of course he seems happy and lighthearted!). But.

Pidge and Hunk were already starting to distance themselves from him and form their own li’l Tech Nerds Unite team as early as season 1. Now they have Matt to further finish off the new-and-improved Garrison Trio, this time without Lance. They definitely aren’t doing it on purpose, and probably don’t even realize that they’re doing it. Obviously everyone loves Lance. But they don’t show it, because they don’t realize they have to. He seems so happy and confident. But to Lance, I can see how it would seem like Pidge and Hunk have replaced him.

And now Keith, who was quickly becoming Lance’s closest friend, strongest teammate, and the most likely to understand what he’s going through, has left. Meaning Lance is, for all intents and purposes, alone.

Dude, if I were Lance, I’d be sitting in the dark marathoning video games too.

EDIT: wingedkeith made a really good point and said I could add it in!

“I just wanted to add on something: at the end of season 3, we see lance’s insecurities as he claims that he’s the “one pilot too many” and says he’s going to step down. So this boy already feels sort of useless, and then Matt comes along and seems to “replace” him in every aspect with the team. I’m not really sure what we can draw from that, but it’s something I noticed and thought you’d also find it interesting that it isn’t just season 4 where Lance starts to feel this way, but season 3 as well, and that means it’ll probably carry over into season 5, where Jeremy (I think?) said that Lance will have a pretty big character arc.”

Further proof that this part of Lance’s arc has been a long time coming. Majorly in season 3 and even before then in Escape From Beta Traz, he has always felt like a seventh wheel. This started out as really subtle and it’s been getting less and less so. Which means Lance’s insecurities will probably definitely be a really big factor later on!


*sun & moon my angels (maybe rising too)* 

Aries You know it’s not always going to be like this. You will get out, maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow. But every day that passes brings you closer to where you are supposed to be. Stop listening to people that say you are too childish or too intense or intimidating. If they could see life through your eyes they would find a person with a sophisticated balance between work and play. Don’t let anyone bully you into submission, that is not your place. You are meant to work hard for success, and you can never please everyone. Be the one with compassion for the lost souls and a voice for those who have been silenced. That is your power, own it. 

Taurus Your pain is one of the deepest ones, because it cuts right into your bones, spreading through your entire body in seconds. I know you would rather stay numb but your love is far too important, you have too much to give. You carry everyones weight along with your own, and you do it with so much dignity. You truly love when you can touch the lives of others, but you can’t go on like this with your heart in pieces. Self care is not selfish, you have got to love yourself first. Look inwards, determine what you need to feel loved and love yourself that way. And remember, what you do to numb your pain does not make you a bad person. Today you leave your guilt behind, you don’t deserve it. 

Gemini You’re constantly changing, evolving yourself and your beliefs. Which is a very ambitious trait, for you it’s second nature. You would rather sell your soul to the devil than to stay the same your entire life. But since it’s second nature, that means it’s also your survival instinct. You leave people behind easier than a femme fatale in a 70’s indie film with a head scarf wrapped around her head, driving off into the desert in a Mustang convertible. But believe me when I say you can’t outrun your demons. Seek closure, because in life we leave pieces of ourselves with every person we interact with. If you don’t, you’ll wake up one day with a crack in your mask. Confrontation is worth not being haunted with feelings you don’t remember. 

Cancer Oh baby, I see you. Everyone saying you’re so dainty, so fragile that you start to believe it. Someone once said there is bravery in being soft, bravery most people couldn’t even muster if they wanted to. But don’t you ever mistake your softness for weakness, and don’t you dare let other people tell you how to feel. Be as big and as bold as you want. Don’t you ever be ashamed of what you need out of life, or love for that matter. Even if it’s too much, or maybe nothing at all. Realize, and do this as quickly as you can, that you do not need anyone to feel whole. You are already whole, you have an entire home inside of you. Take care of yourself as such because you are a treasure. Also get a house plant, it will calm your soul when it dances in the sun. 

Leo Oh my dearest. You do realize that no matter the colour in your eyes the light from within you shines like Superman’s goddamn laser beams. Or at least I hope you realize. You have the advantage of a very strong sense of self. Knowing yourself is very important to you. What you need is to never become so jaded that you won’t let yourself change. Otherwise you’ll become a faded version of yourself, addicted to the memory of who you used to be. Baby you just gotta be. Change is natural, and it’s wonderful. You become wiser and you feel deeper. Stop worrying because not everybody you meet is judging you. You are so pure hearted, believe in good intentions. Sometimes all it takes is a little faith. And I have faith in you. 

Virgo My prima ballerina, I see that look deep in your eyes. The pure terror of never achieving your true potential, the way you strive for perfection in everything you do, and at the end of the day you come home and search for solace but you find nothing. Because you’re completely hollow. Stop picking yourself apart in the mirror, don’t you know that success has no face? Everyone around you looks at you in wonder, how a person with this much talent would make themselves so small. Don’t look for the perfect thing or “the one”, because there are many “the ones”. Take your time to find what you are passionate about, and don’t keep pouring yourself into people that take your efforts for granted. In an imperfect world, you are the closest thing we have to perfection and don’t you ever, ever forget that. 

Libra Your pain is standing in a crowd with white noise ringing in your ears. You wonder where you lost yourself, or to who. And you never let it show, because you don’t want to let others know that the laughter has stopped. But you have to go below the surface, even if it hurts. You need to realize that not letting everybody into your life that wants in is a form of self love. Not everyone deserves the sheer adoration that comes with your love. Learn to listen to your own voice, the one that has reduced itself to a whisper. Let it roar because if you don’t put yourself first, no one else will. Choose your friends carefully, practice loyalty, smile at yourself in the mirror because you are that bitch. Take yourself on a date, tell yourself you’re fantastic because honestly, we all wish we could be as effortlessly charming as you. Own that shit. 

Scorpio You put in all this work, all this energy and at last you feel comfortable. Until you feel restless again. You are so volatile, sometimes you don’t even know what you want. All you know is that you want something else. You run on energy. You’ve got that clairvoyant instinct, trust it. Bet everything you have on it. Because when it comes down to it, rock bottom has only one way. Up. The excitement of being alive is to great for you to ever give up on yourself. Be fearless in your mistakes, let the experiences shape you. You’ll know when it’s right. You’ll feel it in your entire body, as your blood stops vibrating. 

Sagittarius I know how it feels to be so empty you are scared nothing will ever be able to fill the void. Determination with no purpose. You always move so fast, but you don’t have to be so afraid. Slow down, take control of your breathing. Feel the force of your heart pumping life into you, the life you always wanted. Practice turning loneliness into solitude, do it for the sake of your heart. Put on your favourite underwear, put on lip balm, live for the light and read more. I know it’s hard but start small, like The Little Prince. Let him take you to places you never thought you would go. And then further. You have to learn who you are outside of others, and you do that by spending time with yourself. Don’t rush, take your time. All that determination will wait for you, until you find the purpose within yourself. I promise. 

Capricorn If anyone can do it, it’s you. You are disciplined, gorgeous and smart, if they don’t like you they respect you. Because you’re not here to start fights. You’re here to start your life. But business is about humans, and humans need trust and connection. Trust yourself, those who love you sure do. Like Virgo, remember success has no face, so leave it out. This is about you and what makes your heart pound harder than anything else. So put on your warrior paint and work until you can ask the bitch from your old school why her boyfriend is your number one fan. 

Aquarius Hi you. Yes you. You are not alone in this world. I know you feel like a ghost amongst the living but you’re not. You are us, all of us. You are what drives us, you and that delirious little brain of yours. I know that you think you are either genius or psycho, but believe me you’re both and it’s excellent. Now, stop treating the masses like they are the birds you put out seeds for in the winter. Get out there, with your empathy and your honesty. You preach that most of the people in this world are good hearted, now it’s time you start believing it too. Start gracing them with your divine presence, and take a chance. Because you are one of those people that can effortlessly interact with people from all walks of life. Unite us, we’ll wait for you. 

Pisces You are whip-clever and slightly nuts. You sometimes find it hard to pin down your own feelings, leaving you a bit confused. Nothing to stress about, just… confused. You sometimes wonder if you are two souls in one body. One wants something extraordinary, and the other wants something else, but just as extraordinary. Try to merge your lanes, make compromises on either side. It will ease your mind as you try to sort out the mess that is your personal life. Now listen to me, if you feel your feelings they are valid, because they are your reality. Have more empathy for yourself, give yourself credit for your efforts and don’t let people take advantage of you or discredit you. The opinions of toxic people simply don’t matter. Also, try to keep your promises. And you know what, sometimes it’s okay to be sad. Watch Romeo + Juliet, stay inside for a few days and try to see a silver lining, like how lucky we are to be able to experience life this deeply.

gay books that aren’t Gay Books, an elaboration

i made a post like this about six months ago but i’ve realised a) that as a wlw, there are literally No books about wlw on there, and b) ive read loads more books that are Fab and deserve a place on there

so to fit on this list, there are only 2 conditions

  1. there must be lgbt+ characters in the book
  2. said characters’ entire plotline must not revolve around them being lgbt+. this can be referenced, but they have to have wider development. eg: trc is acceptable as even though ronan goes through a process of accepting he’s gay, his arc is also involving accepting other (spoilery) things about himself

feel free to add your own as i’ve not read nearly enough fiction about wlw, as long as it’s not just to do with being lgbt as this is a list for people who want to see themselves in fantasy, crime, mystery, adventure, school novels specifically without having All the focus on being lgbt+.


  • carry on by rainbow rowell. this is the first book i ever really read where the sexuality of the characters wasn’t the most important thing about them. it isn’t for everyone (read: blatant harry potter references) but i did and still adore it. mlm relationship, queer & gay. 5 stars.
  • the raven cycle by maggie steifvater. the representation is nowhere near as good as some of the others on this list but it’s this high up because of the writing and the characters. mlm relationship, gay & bi. 5 stars.
  • the foxhole court by nora sakavic. again, not astronomical rep, but the plot and characters make up for it. mlm x2 relationships, one main. 5 stars.
  • six of crows by leigh bardugo. fantastic cast of characters. mlm relationship, gay & bi, and bi female character. 5 stars.
  • a darker shade of magic by ve schwab. beautiful worldbuilding. mlm relationship (both bi i think?) which is also own voices.  5 stars.
  • vicious by ve schwab. fantastic dark plot. ace main character, kind of adheres to the “ace characters are heartless” on which way you look but i think basically everyone’s a little bitch in the book so. 5 stars.
  • they both die at the end by adam silvera. so sad but it’s not Bury Your Gays as such since that’s the entire preface of the book. mlm relationship, gay & bi. own voices!  5 stars.
  • a gentleman’s guide to vice and virtue by mackenzi lee. mlm relationship.   4 stars.
  • radio silence by alice oseman. gave me an existential crisis. wlw and mlm solidarity, bi female mc, gay m and gay f, gay demi m. 4 stars.
  • i want to put more than this by patrick ness on here (4 stars) because he’s a fantastic ov rep and i love him and this is his most non-Gaytm book, but if you do want a book about being gay in the deep south then def read release and im breaking my own rule here but it’s amazing 5 stars.
  • ink and bone by rachel caine has a couple that remind me of holt and kevin from brooklyn nine nine (just much sadder.) worth reading just for the concept. mlm minor relationship. 4 stars.
  • again, i feel like you could squeak the song of achilles by madeline miller on here by the skin of its teeth. dont read this if you dont want sadness. 4 stars.
  • daughter of the burning city by amanda foody is a fantastic spooky book and so original. bi mc and aspec love interest. 3.5 stars.
  • ash by malinda lo. cinderella retelling. i didn’t personally like this one too much but it’s a cute wlw relationship. 3 stars.
  • history is all you left me by adam silvera. i very much didn’t like this one for personal reasons but i know a lot of people love it. mlm rep with a bi character (watch out bc the mc is slightly biphobic.) 2 stars.
  • i haven’t read adaptation by malinda lo yet but my friend loved it. it has a bi mc with a bi love triangle.
  • likewise i haven’t read of fire and stars by audrey coulthurst but my friend LOVED it with a passion. wlw relationship.


where will they live?

inspired by this post

a while ago i wrote this as a thank you to someone who was very kind, and helped me out when i was in a tough spot. they were nice enough to give me permission to share it with all of you, so -

a fish may love a bird, but where will they live?


when runhilda was just a hatchling, a little boy with big eyes fed her bread and called her pretty even before she was. he always had bruises on his face and arms, and his clothes hung off him, but he always had soft words for her, always gave her his bread crusts even though he needed them more than she did.

when runhilda is older, and goes by runa, she throws off her coat of feathers and steps from the river onto the land. she towers over the teenage boy, stretching past six feet with flowing white-blonde hair and her arms and thighs like tree trunks. “you need this more than i do,” she tells him generously.

he looks on in confusion as she takes her coat of feathers and wraps it around his shoulders. he transforms into graceful, powerful swan. he transforms into a something that can fly away from his miserable life.

“give it back to me one day,” she says, “when you don’t need it anymore.”

she pats him on the head, and he gently nips her hand before he opens his wings and takes to the sky.

runa watches him go wistfully. she’ll miss her wings, but she’s never had legs before and she’s eager to take them for a spin.


she tracks down the boy’s mother who’d been so cruel to him, and no one is ever ready for a giant naked woman to burst into their pub and start yelling at them, but runa still thinks she screamed too much. she’d threatened the woman with everything from a sound beating to dire legal action, and she and her husband leave town with nothing more than the clothes on their backs.

this has worked out for runa nicely. she thinks running a pub could be fun. she goes upstairs, and none of the tiny woman’s ridiculous clothes will fit her, obviously, so she goes through the husband’s closet. she thinks she looks rather dashing in trousers and suspenders and a crisp white button up. she puts a newsboy cap over her curly mass of hair for good measure, and winks at herself in the mirror. this being human thing is off to an excellent start.

then she goes downstairs and realizes she’s scared off the staff and patrons. the patrons she’s not too worried about this. this is dublin, and no one even died. as long as the alcohol keeps flowing, they’ll be back.

as for the staff ….

she goes to the river and recruits as many curious sisters as she can. she walks back to her pub with her arms laden with feather coats and a dozen gorgeous naked women all as tall as she is trailing behind her.



the seamstress adores them, since most of her sisters prefer the pretty, full bodied dresses that many of the human women wear, and they all have to be custom made to fit their large shoulders and thick waists. runa sticks to her trousers and shirts, and acquires a collection of newsboy hats.

her pub quickly gains a reputation, as it should. it’s staffed by beautiful women who have no problem with ending a bar fight personally, and physically throwing the offenders on to the street. there’s a strict look, but don’t touch policy that all of the patrons take advantage of, running their eyes over the beautiful barmaids. of course, quite a few human men and women catch her sisters’ eyes, and more than one dazed and pleased human has left their pub half dressed in the mornings.

no one catches runa’s attentions, until a slim woman with dark skin and dark eyes takes a corner table in the pub. she’s in an opulent grey dress, and her hair is carefully pinned into an elegant style, with a glittering necklace around her throat. no woman as wealthy as this one should be in runa’s establishment, or if she is she shouldn’t look miserable about it.

“here,” her sister pushes two mugs full to the brim into her hands. runa glares at her, but she’s already turned away. she resents the implication that she’s that transparent.

she still walks over to the woman and sits across from her, pressing the drink into her hands. she looks startled, but not upset, so runa leans her elbow halfway across the table and asks, “What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

she smiles back, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. runa’s filled with a determination to have her smile like she means it.

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The Signs as People I Know

I, as in a Sagittarius sun, Aries moon; I’m going to focus on one person I’ve personally known having each sign, so no offence.

Aries: Absolute sweetheart. She is shy and a little bit awkward in social settings, but if you’re troubled and come to her, she really listens. And she tells you things you’ve always known, perhaps, but in such a way that understanding comes in a whole different light. Passionate. Goofy. Childlike. She notices things that startle you; she’s a living, breathing poem. Honestly quite a bit of a rule-breaker, because oppressive regimes were never made for her bodacious soul.

Taurus: One of the wisest people I’ve ever known, and will ever know. Would tell you that everything in life should be tried at least twice. Loves all animals so ardently it’s inspiring. Careful. Sensitive. Brave. Doesn’t trust easy, but will carry your heart in his hands through a forest of thorns without ever letting it fall. Is such a child sometimes. Extremely ticklish. Loves ham, beef, and beautiful women. Has the most graceful writer’s stance.

Gemini: Genuinely can be such a prick sometimes. Has all these brilliant ideas but almost never follows through on execution. His mind is lightning quick and jumps from topic to topic in a manner that you are left reeling. Innovative. Inquisitive. Fickle. So ridiculous sometimes. Is in love with Heath Ledger’s Joker. Has brilliant arguments, but makes them in such a way he ends up earning enemies. Probably has a God Complex and is secretly planning to take over the world.

Cancer: She feels like solace. She will know your heartaches even before you have them, she’s that brilliantly empathetic. Everybody relates to her, so much so that at some point or the other, they’ve named her soul sister. Understanding. Soft. Smart. Achieves because she wants to, does well because she takes responsibility and handles it well. Cares so, so much. Is occasionally, um, crabby, but will never leave you hanging. Is beautiful but will not believe it. Gives the nicest hugs.

Leo: Oh my God, the literal best! (I’ve known so many and had such good experiences will nearly all, so I should know). We vibe on a different level altogether. Awesome applies to her so perfectly. Dramatic. Loyal. Bold. All she wants to do is make people laugh and be loved. Enjoys baking and make-up and exercise. Fragile self-esteem, but never lets anyone around her feel down. Cranky when she’s hungry and someone has shifted her things around. Snaps easy all the time, but comes back to her clown self just as quickly. She doesn’t like food, she loves it; a rare gustatory creature.

Virgo: Classy as fuck. Quiet, keeps to herself, reads books in class, but is capable of bat-levels of squealing when you get her going about her favourite things. Stylish. Meticulous. Poetic. She is a monster when you leave her in charge of organising something, will stress and get everything perfect to the last detail. Loves fabric shopping, is so particular about giving gifts, and makes heads turn when she walks by. Her words go through your soul like arrows.

Libra: He reminds me of Santa’s elf, he can be so merry and spreading sunshine and daisies all over the place. But he can also be so deeply unsettled about himself sometimes. Gracious. Indecisive. Friendly. Tries so hard. He’s extremely achievement-oriented and always dedicating himself to causes. But there’s a sense of being lost in him, like he doesn’t know where he’s headed. Talks to strangers. In love with love.

Scorpio: Even after so much time knowing her, it seems so hard to pin her down in words. There’s so much more to her than ever seems in my sight. Uncanny. Perceptive. Deep. She is so utterly real, yet there seems to be something so ethereal about her. Every conversation you have with her, you come out feeling like a new person. She just gets you. There’s never any awkward with her. She loves cats, takes me out for long drives and is my best friend. There’s something inherently wild to her, like a forest fire quietly burning.

Sagittarius: I’d rather have her on my team than the most accomplished person in the world, because she will trump them. She gets shit done. My undying admiration for Gal Gadot aside, she is a true Wonder Woman. Perfectionist. Hard-working. Fun. She is my foul-weather friend, the one that gets me out of my deep ruts. Honestly, she would make you feel bad for whining–she has dealt so bravely with worse stuff. Skips breakfast. Craves chocolate. Jumps into bouncy beds. Gets drunk only on gin. Adorable.

Capricorn: Now she is something else. So sorted and set in life, even though her ambition is a quieter one, it is crystal clear to her, and that’s inspiring. She lives and breathes K-drama. Organised. Cautious. Sarcastic. Her family is her number one priority, nothing comes before her love for them. Secretly a hopeless romantic. She will discuss the most serious shit with you one moment, and make you smile wide with a sardonic quip the next. Gives the best advice. Watches her diet and plans for every day so her works gets done in time for her beloved K-dramas. Pizza is her bae.

Aquarius: In all my time of knowing him, I’ve never seen him lose his grip on himself, neither crying nor getting crazy mad. You get the sense though, that if either happened, the reasons for it would have to be monumental. Unexpected. Solitary. Observant. You would never think he’s around, until he lets lose some insightful comment, or flirts based on some inconspicuous quirk. Takes pictures of his friends on the sly. Has the most aristocratic nose and stunning eyebrows and so fucking handsome, really. Secret crush.

Pisces: He’s an angel who wears the Devil’s horns with glee. The things he cares about are embedded in his heart, and since he wears it on his sleeve, the ways to hurt him are always on display. Sweet. Lonely. Lovely. Little bit of a fuckboy, but only because the world fucked him up first. Still has so much love to give. In a committed relationship with alcohol come the weekend. Smokes, and makes you itch to paint him when he does. The best goddamn hair. Books are his only religion. Terrible nicknames for people. Problematic fave.


Paring: Bucky x Reader 

Prompt: You have been spending more time in the Gym to try and upstage a woman you believe Bucky has a thing for.


Warnings: Jealous!Reader, mentions of inadequacy, Angst, Gym Smut, SMUT, teasing, C**T rubbing  

A/N: This is my first real Angsty Smut one shot, I now understand what everyone meant when they say you get carried away. Anyway  please let me know what you think! Feedback is always appreciated. To be tagged , and for future tags let me know. Requests are open. Shoot me an ask! Happy Reading!  

“47…..48….49…50..” You counted allowed to yourself. You dropped down to the floor, using as much arm strength as you could to continue forcing your arms to push you up and back down again repeatedly, though you could feel your muscles burning in protest. 

You were actually quite proud of yourself. A few moths ago you could barley complete a simple ten push ups. You could fight like a soldier, shoot like a professional, and run like an athlete, but there were certain exercises you had always refused to do, and push ups were one of them. If you told your past self you would find making it to fifty push ups in less than three minutes easy, you would have laughed and thought you were being put on. 

You made a mental note to yourself to somehow thank Bucky when you had the chance, after all he was the reason you had the sudden urge to begin exercising in the first place. 

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long lost | jjk

summary: jeon jungkook is famous, talented, and on the hunt for his childhood friend and first love. you are self-deprecating, a little awkward, and exactly who he’s looking for. only, there’s one (1; single, a solo) problem: he doesn’t know it. 

{childhood friends!au, celebrity!au}

pairing: jungkook x female reader
word count: 15k
genre: fluff, comedy, light angst
warnings: n/a
a/n: finally!!! after literally a month of no bts writing, here is this 15k beast that i’ve been hyping up. inspired by true events, kinda. i will work on getting the sorted series out next, so please be on the lookout! 

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Summary: In which being wrapped in your arms is the only place Bucky ever wants to be.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,363

A/N: Title of the fic and the fic itself are inspired by “Wrapped” by Gloria Estefan

Originally posted by rogers

Bucky thought he had seen all of the evil the world had to offer after the time he spent in captivity. Nothing, he thought, could compare to Hydra.

He was wrong.

Evil was everywhere. It was broadcast on the news throughout the course of the day. It was described online in horrific detail. It was talked about at water coolers, interspersed between tidbits of celebrity news and gossip. It was also hidden behind the scenes, in the hands of those who took advantage of their positions of power.

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How Rian Johnson Kept His ‘Star Wars’ Script From Leaking Online (article)

The writer/director of ‘Star Wars: The Last Jedi’ on top-secret screenplays, killing time between takes and the eerie similarities between Rome and a galaxy far, far away

I’ve racked up an embarrassing amount of time playing Desert Golfing on my iPhone X. It’s a lovely little app. It’s so stupid. Some horrible friend recommended it. I can’t remember who, but if I ever do, I need to punch that person in the face. The most humiliating thing is I think I have played more than 1,500 holes on it.

I’ve got a 1960s-era Omega Speedmaster Pro (similar model shown above) that was kind of a pre-shoot present to myself. I wore it through pretty much the whole production. It’s nice because it’s got a chronograph that I could use for timing out some moments on set. But it’s mostly just a beautiful thing.

I typed Episode VIII out on a MacBook Air. For security it was “air-gapped”—never connected to the internet. I carried it around and used it for nothing except writing the script. I kept it in a safe at Pinewood Studios. I think my producer was constantly horrified I would leave it in a coffee shop.

One thing I had with me on set and used every single day was my Leica M6 35mm film camera from the 1980s. I bought a ton of very high-speed, black-and-white film, had the camera on my shoulder at all times and just snapped away. By the end of the shoot I had a couple thousand film stills. It kind of keeps your eye fresh on set because you’re always looking for interesting stuff to shoot.

I draw my storyboards by hand in Moleskine A4-size soft cover sketchbooks. I filled about seven or eight for the film. My drawings look like stick figures, ridiculous little chicken-scratch drawings. But Steve Yedlin, my director of photography, really likes them because it boils shots down to absolute basics. My storyboards are a wire hanger on which to hang a conversation that actually describes a shot.

When I was writing Episode VIII, I was listening to “The History of Rome” podcast (hosted by Mike Duncan). The stories have a lot of similarities. They’re about family dynamics and family politics. They’re about war and the mechanisms of war. You’ve got characters like Nero who are these insane, larger-than-life, operatic madmen driving their country to ruin. It’s very timely.

—Edited from an interview by Chris Kornelis

maplegh0st  asked:

Not a problem! I really enjoy you're writing! Ok, so this one I'm going to leave a lot up to you: How do you think Taako dies? How old is he when he does? Who greets him afterwards?

There’s a hell of an argument over the honor. It’s a no-holds-barred, all-cards-on-the-table sort of thing. Barry pulls out the long conversations they had on the Starblaster, both about Lup and not; Lup pulls out the fact that she’s his fucking twin sister, c’mon, guys; Kravitz points out that he’s Taako’s husband and, might he remind you neophytes, the Original Grim Reaper, so he has seniority on this for sure.

When Taako’s not around, the argument is loud and flaming. When he is, it’s carried out in quiet whispers and sharp hisses. (They think they’re being subtle. Taako is incredibly amused.) 

Then, one day, it is pulled to an immediate end.

The three of them are out on a bounty for a low-level necromancer. It’s more of a social outing than anything, really, because the thought that this cowering halfling could do them any real harm is laughable. So when the Raven Queen summons them, all three retreat immediately to the Astral Plane. If this has to do with Taako - and there is an excellent chance it will, because there is deep white in his hair and wrinkles lining his forehead - then it is infinitely more important than some pitiful dark magician.

The Raven Queen looks how the Raven Queen looks: sharp wings, taloned limbs, radiating order and benevolence in equal measures. She and Lucretia get along well, in the afterlife, for in what is there more balance than death?

It is almost Taako’s time, says the Queen, wings flaring, and all three of them nod.

Have you come to a consensus? she asks, and they instantly begin squabbling like children. She allows their argument to persist for several moments, amused, before stilling it with a single outstretched hand, fingers hooked like claws on the end.

Good, she says, and smiles, sharp teeth hooked at the edges as her mouth pulls back into a smile too wide for her narrow face. For the Elf has already chosen his chaperone.

All three of them stand straight, equally convinced it’ll be them. They’re his brother his sister his beloved. Of course he’ll pick them.

His chaperone is none of those things.

A small figure steps out from behind the dais and says, “Hello, sirs,” grinning a grin far too smug to be sheepish.

Strictly, they’re not allowed to tell Taako when he’s going to die. That said, Taako is far too perceptive for any of them to keep it from him.

He greets the day with all of his familiar dramatics, dressing himself in all black and draping a veil over his face for the occasion. He insists on holding a party for dinner, and their dining-room table, once filled with dozens, now seats four.

Around midafternoon, he settles down to take a nap from which he will not wake up.

They’re there, of course. Lup and Barry and Kravitz. They’re all so sad, like this is goodbye, like this isn’t really just an opportunity to change up the scenic vista for a couple millenia.

“Bet you were all real pissed when you found out,” he says, and if his voice is as weak as a whisper, well. No one comments.

“Furious,” Lup says, voice cracking.

“She wanted to kill you,” says Barry. “I stopped her.”

“Thanks for that,” says Taako, and pats Barry’s hand, which is on his knee.

Kravitz doesn’t say anything.

“Last words?” Lup says, and she’s crying, of course, but she’s smiling despite it.

Taako shrugs. “Last words are for people who haven’t said enough.” He closes his eyes, and grins. “That one’s a Legato original.”

With trembling hands, he twists his wedding ring off his finger. It’s difficult, both because he’s shaking and because he’s got so much jewelry on already - all transmuted black for the occasion, of course, save this simple golden band. Without opening his eyes, he folds it inside his palm, and moves that hand toward Kravitz, who takes it in his own. After so long, the touch of Kravitz’s chilly fingers is as familiar as his own.

“There better be weeping after I’m gone,” Taako says, and huffs out a tired laugh. He’s the only one, but, hey. Not all of his jokes can be winners.

And, holding in his hand his husband’s wedding ring, Taako dies.

He wakes up in a world of white, a portal open and waiting from him some dozen paces away.

Ring still clutched between his fingers, Taako pats his own chest, then his face, and grins. “Hell yeah,” he says. “Beautiful as fuck again.”

And then there’s a hand on his shoulder. It’s not the hand of the young boy he met on the Rockport Limited, but the worn and calloused hand of a human man, scars ringing his hands through years of fieldwork and successful puzzling. “Hello, sir,” says the voice of Angus McDonald, and Taako’s breath catches for a moment.

He bypasses the arm entirely and pulls Angus tight to him. Angus lets out a small oof as their chests collide. “It’s been too long, bubbeleh,” he says.

“I’m glad you took as long as you did,” says Angus, and pats Taako on the back. He’s always been better than Taako at hugs. He learned from Magnus, after all. Then he pulls back and studies his mentor keenly, and Taako does the same.

During Taako’s visits to the Astral Plane, his family had appeared a bit ghostly, separated from him by a thin spectral sheet. But now Angus appears just as full as he had in life, tooth chipped from his long-ago spill of the Rockport Limited and cheeks flushed with obvious joy. “My beautiful magic boy,” Taako says, and holds out a hand. “You gonna escort me to hell, pumpkin?”

“With pleasure,” Angus grins. He takes Taako’s outstretched hand in his own, and together, they step through the portal.

It leads onto a grassy field atop a hill, and with Angus’s hand still clasped in his own, Taako emerges before a small cabin atop a quiet lake of swirling souls.

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Taako’s last words are a paraphrased version of the quote “Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough” by Karl Marx. 

Seaside Sabbatical (M)

Summary: After an accountant in your firm is sent to prison, you are assigned to clean up the mess he left behind. Sorting out your clients’ disastrous business records proves beneficial when you meet the fisherman who teaches you the value of taking a break.

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 11,145

Warning: Fisherman!Jin, Accountant!Reader, sexual themes, oral sex, profanity, discussion of taxes, terrible fishing jokes, unnaturally high levels of wish-fulfillment

Series: Working Man Bangtan

A/N: This has enough wholesome fluff to give me a cavity, but it just felt right. Pardon the cheesiness, as there was no way to avoid it in this type of fic. Hope you enjoy!

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(The DM and I are playing a two-person campaign. I play a 13-year-old half-elf bard, who likes to get carried away in her own ideas. I often have her make mistakes, that I know are mistakes, because she would do them anyway. My character and her brother have just been ambushed and nearly killed by a group of cultists who they’ve been on the run from after learning too much about them.) 

Bard (to brother): We need to be in disguise! They’re looking for a half-elf brother and sister… I guess I could go in disguise as a boy. 

DM: How do you do that?

Me OOC: I’m going to cut my hair, cut my dress into a shirt, and cut off my lacey sleeves so I just look like I’m wearing a tunic-thingy… 

DM: Roll for charisma to see how your disguise turns out. 

Me: And oh, I know! After I cut my hair, I’m going to try to sew it into a beard!

DM: Do you know how to sew? Do you even have a needle?

Me: I have sealing wax.

DM: …If you roll high enough, I’ll give it to you. 

(I roll a 4.)

DM: You look like a little girl with a bunch of glued-together hair on your face.

(After enough people burst out laughing at the sight of my character and her made-up tragic backstory that she and her brother are star-crossed lovers who ran away from their families to get married, she realizes her disguise doesn’t cut it and finds a shop that sells costumes to theater troupes. She ends up with loose-fitting clothes and a chest binder.)

DM: All right, this is definitely better, but roll for it.

Me: Wait. Are there fake beards for sale??

DM: Seriously? You’re still set on the stupid beard thing? Sure, there are beards for sale, but if you put one on you’re gonna have to roll like ten points higher than otherwise.

Me: I’m doing it anyway! 

(I roll a nat 20.)

DM: *facepalm* Fine, you look like an anorexic dwarf. 

(The DM is still spiteful about this, and shows it by having every single NPC who finds out about the disguise comment that the beard looks stupid.)

klance headcanons

  • keith humming softly and running his fingers through lance’s hair when lance is homesick or feels sad
  • when keith can’t fall asleep, lance lightly draws circles on keith’s back and keith is out in a few minutes
  • the team visiting a planet that has a substance similar to snow
  • keith shoving snow down lance’s back which results in a snowball fight
  • at the end of it, keith’s cheeks are pink and he has snow in his hair and eyelashes and he’s grinning so wide that lance can’t help but kiss him because his boyfriend is just so beautiful
  • they make snow angels, and lance draws a heart above both of their angels 
  • keith presses his face in lance’s shoulder to hide his blush
  • the team at a diplomatic ball:
  • keith and lance: slow-dancing with lovestruck looks on their faces
  • also keith and lance: playing air guitars while scream-shouting the lyrics
  • lance blowing raspberries into keith’s neck and keith squealing and giggling
  • keith lightly kissing each freckle on lance’s face
  • keith and lance finding each other after a successful mission
  • lance picks keith up and spins him, and they’re both yelling and laughing
  • trying to kiss each other but they can’t because they are both smiling too hard
  • lance and keith running towards each other after a tough mission
  • they crash into each other and they both just sit on the ground, holding each other
  • desperate kisses after a really close call
  • keith and lance high fiving each other without looking
  • pidge: you practiced that didn’t you
  • keith, sweating: i don’t know what you’re talking about
  • having a handshake that they do after a really cool move or when they work really well together
  • lance and keith: *do their handshake*
  • galra soldier, half dead on the ground: holy shit that was amazing- guys come check this out
  • sneaking out in the middle of the night and turning off the gravity in one of the rooms
  • kicking off walls to meet each other in the middle
  • floating in the middle of the room, holding hands
  • lance whispering things to keith during a meeting, trying to make him laugh
  • keith, shaking, desperately trying not to burst out laughing
  • keith waking up before lance, and tracing his cheeks softly with his fingertips
  • keith looking at lance, who has messy hair and is sleeping quietly, and feeling his heart swell with the overwhelming feeling of how much he loves this boy
  • keith carries lance to bed a few times when he falls asleep in the lounge
  • lance realizing this, and pretending to be asleep so keith will carry him
  • keith knowing this, but doing it anyway
  • keith laughing at one of lance’s dumb jokes, nose-crinkled and flushed cheeks, and lance looking at him with the most lovesick expression because how did he ever get so lucky
  • keith and lance getting in bed together after a long day, falling asleep in each other’s arms, and never feeling more at peace with the other right beside them 

pairing— kim seokjin x reader x park jimin 
genre/warnings— devil! Seokjin, devil! Jimin, smut, threesome, dirty talk, dom themes
words— 8,275

An unorthodox end to the office’s Christmas party…

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author’s note: Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! This is my last fic of the year…a little bit of festive cheer, followed by some devil induced sin, amirite?? I’m now on a much-needed break for the holidays, where I hope to eat my body weight in stuffing and read every fic under the sun! Thank you everyone for a great year!! I’m forever grateful. Here’s to hoping 2018 will be just as good! Love you!!

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xx-thedarklord-xx  asked:

Oh! You are doing prompts? I know you can do angst because your soulmate story hurt my heart multiple times. *Sniffles* This is probably silly and I only had a few moments to think of it. But.. what about Draco making a list. Like, 'The 8 reasons I hate you.' Maybe they had a break up and definitely need to get back together. Each number on the list gets progressively weaker until he just admits that he hates that he misses him.. or some shit.

It shouldn’t have surprised Draco that Pansy found a way to break into his flat.  Her abrupt entrance did startle him, but not enough to move him from his place on the sofa.  

“It looks like a fucking crypt in here.  Have you died?” Pansy asked, dropping her things on side table.  She pushed Draco’s feet from the sofa so she had a place to sit.

“Piss off,” Draco mumbled, “I told you I would need some space.”

“Yes, you did, but you’re being an insufferable drama queen.  No one has seen you in weeks.  You skipped my Yule party last week and I’m still furious.”

“You didn’t invite me,” Draco said.

“I never invite anyone!  You know that!  But you’ve always been there.”


“Really Draco?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

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