because of you i will never be the same

I read the same thing over and over— that love is painful when you realize you’ll have to give it up. Am I totally oblivious… completely out of touch with reality… because the thought of giving her up is unquestionable… unthought of… I could never do it, despite the burden it will be on myself.
—  Olive K.

For so long, I’ve looked in the mirror and hated what I saw. I was too skinny, too fat, too feminine, too weak. I was never good enough as I was, never comfortable in my skin. That’s why Pride is so important. It’s about embracing and loving yourself and celebrating who you are in all your human, imperfect glory. And that’s something that many straight people don’t understand about it…mainly because they’ve never been made to feel such deep shame simply for being who they are.

In the past I’ve talked about how rules in tabletop roleplaying games - even very simple and straightforward rules - can and inevitably do encode all sorts of Big Assumptions about how the game ought to be played, but it can also be fun to examine the little assumptions. I don’t mean the weird edge cases or the places where the rules break down (though that can also be quite entertaining); I mean the situations where the rules just assume a particular thing will always be true - or conversely, refuse to address certain things because it’s assumed that they’ll never be relevant in play.

One of my personal favourites: in The One Ring, unarmed combat and fighting with a dagger explicitly use the same skill and the same weapon stats, because it’s assumed that, no matter what the circumstances, a player character will never not have a dagger somewhere on their person.

How about you?

Arsonists

In 6th grade there was a teacher who was widely hated because he was strict and kinda mean (I didn’t mind him). We’ll call him Mr C. One day we came to school and a 2 stairwells, a hall leading to his classroom and the doorway of his classroom were burnt out (practically decimated) with ‘Fuck Mr. C’ written in sharpie all over the walls, banisters, floor - you name it. They never caught who it was but within the same week some kids were arrested after they stole the Australian flag off the flagpole and burned it on the oval. They bought a new one and locked it away after that.

Okay, so someone on my friends list brought up the fact that Katy Perry was accused of homophobia, which this person refused to believe because they were a big fan… but appearantly, the second this person sees she’s actively engaging with an artist they deem homophobic (Migos), suddenly Katy is off the table and a horrible person.

My beef with this is, Katy Perry has exhibited signs of homophobia plenty of times in the past few years. Songs like “I Kissed A Girl” are an example of this because it flashes a quick light on flings of bi-curiosity without a second glance at actual LGBTQ femmes who have to live with discrimination for public displays of affections towards their fellow femme partners, never mind getting paid millions for their attraction to the same sex or gender. Let’s not forget “You’re So Gay,” which clearly claims masculinity is forfeited when a man displays any deep emotion or has a body type other than muscular (“You’re so sad maybe you should buy a happy meal / You’re so skinny you should really super size the deal”), a song that is extremely insensitive to the rate of mentally ill and suicidal queer people young people in the world (“I hope you hang yourself with your H&M scarf / While jacking off listening to Mozart”).

Please don’t pretend Katy Perry wasn’t homophobic trash before she linked up with Migos. Don’t pretend rappers like Migos magically make basic popstars like Katy Perry anti-LGBTQ bigots. She’s not some super hero that’s met her kryptonite. She’s trash. Y'all should have realized she was trash when she blatantly appropriated Black culture solely because she thought it would get her more money. She’s a disrespectful white feminist who gives no fucks about poc or the lgbtq community at all. She just want her cash.

And she already has plenty of blind fans willing to sacrifice their dignity to fill her pockets.

Don’t be one of them.

Accidents Happen (Draco x Ravenclaw Reader)

Requested by: @loveabledracolover

REQUEST HERE

Word Count: 2396

Warnings: Language, one death threat!

Summary: The reader is Ravenclaw and begins to fall for Draco Malfoy but hides it well. Draco also then begins to fall for the reader by accident. Then he speaks to Blaise about it.

A/N: UMM I might make a part 2 because I feel like I could do more with this? Please let me know if you want a part 2 and if you don’t then please tell me too lols <3


She annoyed him. He acerbated her. Every time his egocentric character came into the room, she felt a despiteful burning in her chest, for she was one that always fell victim to Draco Malfoy. He would find a different thing to taunt her for every day; usually however it came down to her being pureblood. This perplexed people; never would Draco insult somebody for being the same as himself, except for when it came to her. He would usually call her disgrace t purebloods, as she was not a Slytherin. She knew there was nothing more contemptible than he- she apprehended the way he walked around, a type of swagger in his walk. The way he would scrunch his face up at anybody who was not a student in Slytherin. Worst of all, she noticed how he treated muggleborn students at Hogwarts. The Ravenclaw girl was always filled with contravention when she heard the slander ‘mudblood’ fall from his lips. Many times had her companions had to restrain her from hexing the boy. She knew much about his family, she had cogitated his entire family and traced back his bloodline, and delved into their political beliefs. Needless to say, there had never been anybody that she disagreed with more.

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“Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow, dishonor on your whole family!”

I’M ALIIIIIIVEEEE! (Actually this is the third project I’ve finished since the Pokemon stitch, but I can’t show those because they’re birthday presents. So you’ll have to wait til December, sorry)

Mulan is my FAVORITE Disney movie!! I love it, really, and I can never find anything related to it. So I was super excited when I saw FrigidStitch had a pattern available. I bought it the same time I bought Trinity’s Pokemon pattern.

I wasn’t a huge fan of the colors used for the two Mulan characters so I changed them. In the original pattern, Girl!Mulan was wearing the outfit she wore at the very beginning of the movie while Ping!Mulan’s colors were slightly off (they’re still slightly off but shh we’re gonna roll with it). I wanted Mulan in her matchmaker outfit because 1. She was wearing it when she sang this song and 2. She’s not comfortable in both this outfit and as soldier Ping, so I wanted to “reflect” that (ba-dum-tish, I’ll see myself out).

This was done on 18 count aida because I love me some 18 count mmm yeah. And I don’t want to talk about how much I had to rip out… Also-also, for my log, this was literally finished today, so, yay! Productivity!

Jeff Atkins x Reader One-shot

So I got two very similar requests (although I think it’s from the same person, idk), and because it basically the same I’ll modify it a little bit and made one.

thank god for no smut, bc smuts are a bit weird for me to write


“Fuck me, Jensen, get in there and talk to her or I’ll kick your ass”, Jeff said when I came up to him and Clay.

“You’d never kick my ass”, Clay snorted.

“Don’t tempt me”.

“Talk to who?”, I asked as a put my arm around Jeff’s waist.

“Hannah”.

“Definitely go in there and talk to her”, I hit Clay’s arm. “She came here for you”, I smiled.

“You don’t know that”, Jensen shrugged.

“I think you know”, I said.

Me and Jeff took a step to a side so Clay could get inside the house and stared and him.

“Okay, alright”, Clay raised his hands and walked inside.

Jeff smiled at me. “Damn, Y/N, we’re good at it”, he nodded his head.

“So maybe now”, I wrapped my second hand around him, “my boyfriend can do something god for me?”, I asked  as I laid my head on his chest.

“Whatever you want, babe”, Jeff kissed my head.

“Drive me home, please”, I looked at him with puppy eyes.

“You still don’t feel good?”, he asked concerned.

I shook my head.

“Babe, I’ll drive you home, but we probably should wait another hour, okay?”

I nodded my head and again laid it on his chest.

After an hour of watching how other people play beer pong, Jeff decided we are good to go, people took an advantage of him driving me home and turned it into beer run.

“I thought we both would get a beer and then you’d drive me home”, I said when we passed the store.

“Nah, you’re tired, I want you to get some rest as soon as possible”, he smiled at me and took my hand.

“Jeff, I’m not dying, it’s only cramps”, I smiled. “Fucking terrible ones, but still”, I shrugged.

“How about tomorrow I’ll visit you with some ice cream…”, he smiled at me.

“I’d love that”.

“And maybe some pizza?”

I nodded my head with huge smile on my face.

“And we can binge watch something on Netflix?”, he continued.

“Stop, Jeff! Or we’re gonna do it all now and you’ll never get back to that party with beer”, I laughed. “Thank you for everything”, I put my head on his arm.

“It’s my pleasure, babe”, he kissed the top of my head.

Few minutes later Jeff stopped the car in front of my house.

“Text me when you get back to the party, okay?”

“Okay”, he nodded his head. “Sleep well, okay?”

“Okay”, I smiled softly. “I love you, Jeff”.

“I love you more”, he stroked my cheek.

“Atkins, you’re lucky I don’t feel well, cause otherwise… Man, don’t get me started with this “more” game, because I’d kick your ass”.

“You wish”, he laughed.

Jeff leaned to me and kissed me softly.

“Goodnight, babe”, he said.

“Bye”, I smiled, gave him last quick kiss and left the car.

Jeff was waiting until I got inside the house so I waved at him before closing door, the kicked of my shoes and went upstairs. I took quick shower, get changed into pyjamas and got into bed, where I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

I was woken up by my phone ringing. For a moment I wanted to ignore it and I covered my head with pillow. Ringing stopped but only for few seconds. I thought Jeff got back to the party and called to tell me. I rubbed my eyes and looked and screen. It wasn’t Jeff…

“Clay?”, I asked with sleepy voice.

“Y/N… Something happened…”, he was very nervous.

If he wakes me up, because he fought with Hannah, I’m gonna kill him, I thought.

“What’s going on?”, I mumbled.

“Jeff… He… I don’t know what to do…”

I quickly sat.

“What about Jeff?”, I asked. “Clay? Clay?! What happened to Jeff?!”, I started panicking.

“There was an accident…”, he sobbed. “I’m here… I don’t know what to do…”

“Where are you, Clay? What happened?”, I felt tears started streaming down my face. “Clay!”, I screamed.

He took a deep breath.

“There was a car accident… Jeff and the other driver… They… He really needs to go to hospital, Y/N”.

“Did you call the ambulance?”, I sobbed.

“Yeah, but I don’t know when…”

“I’m coming, Clay, I’m coming, just tell me where it happened”, I got out of bed and walked to the wardrobe.

“Intersection near Jessica’s home”.

“I’m coming Clay”, I hanged  up and put on some sweats and Jeff’s hoodie.

“What’s going on?”, dad came to my room, probably waken up by my screams.

“Jeff had an accident”, I sobbed with tears all over my face. “I have go to”, I threw everything out of my bag. “Where are my fucking keys?!”, I screamed.

“You can’t drive in this condition, I’ll go with you”, dad tried to calm me down.

“I don’t have time to wait for you”, I growled.

“Wait in the car”, dad grabbed my arm and pushed me out of the room.

I grabbed my phone, run downstairs and went to my dad’s car.

He opened the door for me with the pilot while he was still in the house. I sat on the passenger seat and started biting my nail nervously, I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face.

“Where did it happen?”, dad asked when he got into car.

“Intersection near Jess’ house”, I mumbled.

We were driving in silence, the only sound was engine and me sniffing my nose from time to time.

“Honey, he’s gonna be okay”, dad said.

I didn’t answer, just started crying so hard I couldn’t catch my breath, not to mention talking.

We got to the intersection, there were lots of lights, whole place was fenced with police tape, an older man with bandage on his head was talking to police officer. I got out of the car and saw three paramedic – one of them was talking to Clay, two other were putting stretcher into an ambulance.

Jeff, I thought.

I run under the police tape, was almost by ambulance but police officer grabbed me.

“Miss, you can’t be here”, he said.

“No, you don’t understand, my boyfriend is in the ambulance.”

“He’s being taken to the hospital, please get back behind the tape”.

“You don’t understand”, I repeated trying to get out of his grip. “Clay, tell him! Dad!”

“Sweetie, let’s follow the ambulance to the hospital”, my dad showed up next to me.

“No, I have to go with Jeff, dad, please”, tears were streaming even harder than before. “Please”, I whispered.

In the meantime ambulance’s door closed and wehicle started driving.

“No, please”, I sobbed.

I couldn’t even stand on my own legs anymore and I slowly started subsiding down.

“Honey, Y/N, let’s go, we will go to the hospital”, my dad grabbed me and pulled me up and lead me to the car.

“Clay?”, I looked around until my sight met his.“Clay, come with us”.

He walked to the car with me and dad.

“Did you talk to him?”, I asked quietly.

“No… He’s… Jeff is…”

“Jeff is what, Clay”, I said through me teeth trying to stop crying.

“He’s unconcious”, he mumbled.

“Oh my…”, I covered my mouth with my hand.

After fifteen minutes drive we were in the hospital.

I run into the build and went straight to the reception.

“Jeff Atkins, he had an accident, ambulance just brought him here”, I said.

“I’m sorry, are you family?”, lady asked calmly.

For a moment I started boiling inside. Jeff, my sweet baby, the love of my live, my best friend was in critical condition and she asked calmly if I’m family.

“Well, no, but I’m his girlfr…”

“Then I can’t give you any information”.

“But… This is fucking bullshit!”, I hit the counter.

“Miss, please calm down or I’ll…”, she said with more sharp tone.

“I’m sorry for her”, my dad grabbed me and made me go to the farest corner of waiting room. “Honey, I know you’re nervous and stressed but IT won’t help Jeff if they will kick you out of the building, ok?”

I nodded my head.

“Now, Clay will stay here with you and I will go and check if I can find out anything”.

I nodded my head again. He went back to the counter and came back 5 minutes later.

“And?”, I asked quickly.

“He’s in ER now”, dad said slowly while sitting next to me. Clay was listening just as carefully as me. “He has some serious injuries, but he has a surgery right now”.

“Did they call his parents?”, suddenly I remembered about Jeff’s parents.

He was the only child, so obviously he was their whole world, surely they should be the first people to know that terrible thing like this happened.

“Yes, they’re on their way here”, dad nodded his head.

Few minutes later Jeff parents walked into the hospital, accompanied by two police officers. My dad came up to them, they talked for about minute and waked up to me and Clay. Jeff’s mum looked as devastated as me, his dad was really nervous but tried to keep himself together to comfort mum.

“Honey, we have to ask you something”, my dad spoke. I nodded my head. “Police found a lot of broken beers in Jeff’s car…”

“He was on a beer run”, I interrupted.

“Y/N, is Jeff drunk?”, he asked.

My jaw dropped for a second, I thought I misheard something.

“What? No! Dad! He was on a beer run… Do you really think he would let me get in the car with him if he wasn’t sober?!”

“You were in the car with him? When this happened?”, Jeff’s mum asked.

“He drove me home because I wasn’t feeling well and then drove to the store”, I said quietly. “I asked him to first go to the store and them to my home…”, I sobbed. “If he only listened to me, this would happen”, I started crying again.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay”, his mum sat next to me and hugged me.

I felt embarrassed for a moment. She shouldn’t be the one to comfort people, her only son just had an accident and she’s comforting his girlfriend.

“Miss Y/L/N, did Jeff Atkins drink that night?”, police officer asked.

“Jeff Atkins was sober when I got into the car with him”, I answered looking him deadly in the eyes.

It wasn’t exactly answer to his question, but both me and Clay knew Jeff did drink that night, but it was just two small beers over two hours before an accident.

“Miss, I asked…”

“We’re in freaking hospital, you can do fucking blood test and see for yourself”, I said through my clenched teeth.

“Officers, I think it’s enough for now”, my dad said.

“Okay”, policeman nodded his head. “We’ll contact you if we have any more questions”.

Police left the hospital, Jeff’s parents went to talk to a nurse, my dad left to make a call to my mum and it was just me and Clay. Neither of us felt like talking.

“What were you doing there?”, I asked after few minutes of silence.

“What…?”

“At the intersection. What were you doing there? Why were you there?”.

“I left the party and I was just walking around… I heard some noise… Bang…”, he was talking very slowly, I could see he’s tired. “I run to the intersection, saw two cars… I went up to the first and… I saw Jeff… I called 911 and then I called you”.

I nodded my head without saying a word.

“You know you might’ve saved his life?”, I said after a minute.

“Let’s hope so”, he smiled faintly.

Jeff’s parents and my dad came back and sat next to us.  We all were looking up with a hope whenever we heard steps on the hall, hoping it was doctor with a good news, but it never was… I spotted my dad rubbing his face.

“Dad, go home, get some sleep”, I said.

“No, it’s okay”, he assured. I grabbed his hand.

“I know you’re tired. Go home, tell mum I’m fine. And drive Clay home”.

“What? No, I’m good”, Jensen said even though three seconds ago he was almost sleeping with his eyes open.

“Y/N, you can go too, we’ll call when he wakes up”, Jeff’s mum said.

“No”, I said firmly and shook my head. “But Clay, you heard Mrs. Atkins, we’ll call you when he wakes up”.

All of them could tell that there was no discussion with me, dad left me some money for coffee and left with Clay.

One hour later Jeff was still under surgery. I went to the toilet to wash my face with cold water to wake myself up a little bit. I looked in the mirror, I looked like shit. In sweats, my face whole puffy from crying, just wonderful.

Pull yourself together, I mumbled to myself.

I washed my face, bought myself some coffee on my way back. I sat in front of Jeff’s parent, gave his mum questioning look. The chances that something had changed in last few minutes were low, but still. She shook her head firmly. I drank the whole coffee and got up from my seat to throw empty cup, when doctor came up.

“Mrs and Mr Atkins?”, he asked.

“Yes”, they quickly got up, I stood next to them.

“I just finished your son’s surgery… He got some serious injuries, also lost a lot of blood, but he’ll be alright”, doctor said calmly.

“Oh my God…”, Jeff’s mum covered his face and started crying with happiness and relief.

“Can we see him now?”, his dad asked.

“Yes, but he’s still unconscious. Nurse will lead you. I’ll be in my room down the hall, if you have any questions”, doctor smiled and left us.

Jeff’s parents started walking but I sat back on my chair. They probably wanted to have a moment for themselves and I didn’t want to interrupt.

“Y/N?”, Jeff’s mum turned towards me.

“You probably want to me alone with Jeff, I will wait”, I smiled slightly.

“Oh, don’t be silly”, she chuckled. “You’re the person he will want to see first when he wakes up. I came to the peace with the fact that I’m no longer the most important woman in his life…”, she smiled.

“That’s not true…”, I interrupted.

“That is true”, she laughed. “But I’m happy that it’s you”, she took my hand. “Now, let’s go”.

All three of us went to Jeff’s room. There were lots of screens, wires, drips, Jeff was covered in bandages.

Jeff’s mum put hand on her face trying not to cry again. I sat by the one side of the bed, his parents by the other. We weren’t saying anything, just looking at him.

At 5 a.m. they decided to go home, to bring Jeff some stuff he’ll probably need when he wakes up. When they left, I crouched by his bed and gently took his hand.

“Jeff”, I whispered. “I don’t know if you hear me, I mean, I know you’re not in coma but still…”, I took a deep breath. “I need to say it… Please wake up… Please be okay… I need you, Jeff. I… I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you…”, tears started slowly coming down my face. “You are the love of my life and whether you like it or not… you’re stuck with me… God, I love you so much, you can’t even imagine…”, I sniffed my nose. “Just wake up, okay?”

I got up and gently kissed his head. I decided to take a quick nap, so I sat back in chair, make myself as comfortable as it was possible and closed my eyes.    

Jeff’s POV

My whole body hurted. My throat was was so dry it hurted when I swallowed. I felt pressure on left side of my body. What did happen to me? I was at Jessica’s party. I drove Y/N home. I bought the beer and then… Accident probably…

I slowly opened my eyes. Blinked few times. Okay, that’s probably hospital. I started looking around and saw Y/N sleeping in a chair. Warmth went all over my body. She looked so beautiful huddled to fit in the chair, in sweats and my hoodie, that used to be my favourite, but since we’ve been together I liked in much more on Y/N. And just when I thought I can’t love her any stronger, I woke up in hospital, covered in bandages and see her sleeping here, right next to me. I could like at her like that forever, even though my neck really hurted in that position.

Suddenly, her phone started buzzing.

Y/N POV

I felt my phone buzzing. I rushed to turned it off. Took a quick glance at Jeff and closed my eyes again… Wait… I opened them again. Jeff was awake. Looking at me with smile on his face.

“Jeff!”, I said and quickly came to his bed. “When did you wake up?”

“Few minutes ago”, he said. “Give me your hand”.

I took his hand, he started rubbing mine with his thumb. My other hand was gently stroking his face.

“I thought I lost you”, I whispered and tears again went down my face.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere. I’m here. I’ll always be here”, he smiled.

“Oh, I know”, I laughed softly. “You didn’t hear it but… I said you’re the love of my life and that you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not”.

“I like it a lot”.

I smiled and looked down.

“Jeez, I should’ve went home and get changed before you woke up”, I said looking at my sweats, not even thinking about how my face looks after night of crying.

“You’re perfect, babe”.

“I love you, Jeff”, I gently kissed him, very gently, afraid that any touch might hurt him.

“I love you more”, he said when I moved my face away.


I had to wrap it up cause it was getting looong, I hope you like it xx

Request: Can I request an imagine of Ivar having a twin sister and together they are very close and she is slightly more feared because she doesn’t hesitate to harm someone and is true to her threats. 😊🤙🏼
Note: I said to myself, no more series until you caught up with the request … yes, nevermind that.

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You sharpened your axe with the kind of precision you always used when you were around weapons. The sound causing your axe to sharp against the metal of the wheel you turned around and around sounded pleasant. When you looked up from underneath your eyelashes you saw your brother do the same. His concentrated narrow eyes never lost sight of his weapons he handed with such much love almost. He really didn’t love anything else than his weapons, his eager to rule and … you. Being his twin sister made it not always easy for other people to be around the both of you. They were scared enough from the cripple who couldn’t walk but they feared you more, because you always, without any doubt rectified the mistakes that were made against your brother. Your eyes traveled back to your own axe, turning it in your hand so the little sunlight fell on the blade and a satisficing grin spread over your lips. ‘You two should be spending less time working on those weapons.’
‘Are you scared I’m gonna hurt you with it brother?’ You asked without looking up. You could see Hvitserk standing in the corner of your eye, you felt his gaze resting on you.
‘No, not as long as I behave.’ He answered and you smiled, looking up to him.
‘We go to war; do you want to do it with bad weapons brother?’ Ivar asked while looking up. Hvitserk leaned against the door and shook his head.
‘If the both of you ride in front you take them all for yourself, why do I need to sharp my weapons, hmmm.’ Hvitserk reacted on that. You and Ivar both started to chuckle, he had a point.
‘We spare you some soldiers.’ You winked.
‘Thank you, Björn wants to talk with us.’ He announced with a promising look. You looked how Hvitserk walked away before you turned your head towards your twin brother.
e doesn’t approve.’ You noticed. Ivar wanted to lead the army, because Ragnar choose him. You thought the same, your brother maybe seemed like the cripple who couldn’t get himself proper through a fight but you knew better, he had the brains nobody else had. Leaving later today was the fact, everything in between was just guessing.
‘Nobody does Y/n.’ He grunted getting down from his seat before crawling out. You turned your axe and shoved it on your belt before walking after him.

Björn had gathered all his brothers at the harbor. Ivar pulled himself aside Hvitserk while you stood aside him, leaning against the wood and looking a little uninterested towards your eldest brother, half-brother actually. ‘Brothers, and sister, this is my decision.’ He began his tremendous speech. While he gave that speech you looked down to the knife that you where pinching through your fingertip. The bole of water got around and everybody did the same ritual over and over again until it came to Ivar who just shook his head about Björn his decision to take the lead on everything. ‘You don’t agree Ivar?’ He asked rather short.
‘I didn’t say anything.’
‘You don’t have to.’ Björn reacted, giving him some perspective on his age, what he does and doesn’t knew, you got sick of that kind of talk and Ivar knew it. You were often more short tempered than he was. ‘I’m the leader of this great army, ME!’ He shouted, looking up to you. You clenched your teeth, feeling the soft fingertips of your brother in the back of your knees, making his presents quite obvious in your growing anger. ‘And you will obey me.’ He warned you.
‘You know Björn, he was our father to. Not because you did all the battling with father that you can call all the shots. This is family, you should listen to the other their opinions, use their strength.’ You said on a calm neutral voice.
‘Y/n.’ Ubbe warned you. You looked up from the knife towards Björn that walked over to you. He was twice the length you had but nothing on his expressions scared you away.
‘You will obey me, is that understand Y/n?’ He asked you on a more warning voice. The knife pinched in your finger, causing a drop of blood to run down over it. You turned the knife and pointed it against his chest, challenging him with your look.
‘If that is required my king.’ You hissed sarcastic. Björn looked to the knife, not getting in to it by pulling back and you smiled. He walked away, Sigurd gave you a filthy look and followed with Hvitserk. Ubbe looked at the both of you.
‘Can’t you just let it go.’
‘Why brother, because he sees me as the cripple and thinks I’m not fit?’
‘This isn’t about you Ivar, it’s about our father.’ Ubbe reacted rather impatient. You looked how he walked away before looking down to Ivar, his fingers slipped away from the back of your knee.
‘You just had to say that, didn’t you?’ He smiled that devilish smile up to you.  You pulled your hand through his dark hair, messing it all up.
‘I’m right, not?’ You asked.
‘You are always right sister.’ He answered, pulling his hands through his hair to get it back in order.
‘He may think he can beat you by words but sure we can beat him in acts.’ You said, leaning down and pressing a kiss against his forehead.
‘Yes,’ he murmured, looking over the water. ‘Yes, we can.’ And that was a promised. You threw the knife up and catched it back at the tip, looking into the same direction he did. You didn’t look forward to anything else more than this, traveling overseas back to England. Your last visit there was to say goodbye to your father, now it was to slay every one of them who dared to show his face in front of you.
‘We will triumph brother.’ You promised him. You were his right hand in everything; the constant fear of his enemies laid not only with him but also with you for you loved him unconditional. The bound you had as twins made it hard to get the both of you against each other and it would resolve in conquer for you always justified the legs he didn’t had.

That horse galloped over English soil like a mad man. You leaned forward, giving all your weight to his front, making your body lighter for him to carry. Since you were little people didn’t liked you, because of Ivar and the bound the both of you had. So horses where your second nature, making you the most skilled one on a horse Kattegat had. He ran over a while were the whole Heathen army stood waiting for you. You pulled him back, the black horse slipped to a stop aside Ivar his chariot. ‘They are coming.’ You turned your head towards Björn. ‘And they won’t triumph over this.’ You pointed out over the whole heathen army. Björn nodded, satisfied and pulled his attention to the other kings and earls. Your horses trembled on his place, eager to go running again. ‘Let’s wrap this up.’ You whispered eagerly when the first few man climbed that little hill. You looked over your shoulder to the rest of the army, smiling because you were already sure of the victory.
‘Leave something for me to sister.’ Ivar said, pulling his axe. You pulled yours and held it forward to him.
‘Offcourse brother. Don’t die on me.’
‘If we die, we die together.’ He promised. And that’s where you disagreed every time again with him. You leaned aside in the saddle, resting your hand on the egde of his chariot while you looked in his sharp blue eyes.
‘If I die I need you to take revenge Ivar. Don’t love anybody else than yourself, don’t let my dead be your weakness.’ You warned him. He titled his head, giving you that slight loving smile you didn’t saw to often.
‘I will fight for you sister.’
‘As I will fight for you brother.’ You whispered back, softly kicking your axe against his while pulling back in the saddle. The army started to walk up that hill, Floki, Harald and Halfdan before Björn gave Ivar a short nod. He pulled his helmet on and kicked his reins against the white horse to move forward. You clicked your tongue, galloping after your brother between the men Björn leaded into battle. You braided long hair followed the movements of your feminine body in the saddle. When you past Harald he looked at you with that look that pushed a grin on your face before you let your eyes rest on the small army Aella had. You held still aside your brother, holding your axe ready for attack. Your other brothers came to stand aside the chariot; you looked down to Hvitserk who wished you good luck with one small nod. King Harald started yelling and you pushed your axe up, screaming the lungs out of your body. The horse underneath you reared from the sudden explosion of sounds before Björn started running, giving the command to attack. Then men around you started running, you kept your horse as steady as possible, looking aside to your brother.
‘Go get them sister.’ He smiled dark. You let the reins a little loose and your horse started to gallop through the army. By the time Björn reached that army on foot your horse caught up with them, smashing against the enemy. You axe chopped his way through before you pulled your horse back. Your one leg swung over the saddle before you jumped onto the ground, pulling your other axe and just giving everything you had. Being a woman made you graceful in battle, although you danced with two axes, it still looked like a woman’s body fighting. Your eyes caught king Aella, running on by rather than on his horse. You slit a soldier through his stomach before running after that king, the coward. On that body you didn’t need to do much running to caught up with him. You pulled him on his collar back, down to the ground. Your knee pressed in chest you leaned over to him, softly laughing.
‘You really thought to escape your own dead?’ You smiled, enjoying the struggling he made underneath you. You pulled your knife, putting the tip of it against his throat. ‘Do you know who I am?’ You asked him softly, what didn’t mean you were friendly.
‘No.’ He reacted in fear.
‘Shame.’ You reacted, putting that knife right in the palm of his hand. He screamed and you chuckled slowly. ‘You gonna wish I killed you right here and now.’ You warned him. But before you could even consider on taking him back towards his own army somebody grabbed you from behind. Two strong arms were you couldn’t put any protest into. They covered your mouth and you just bited in the fingers holding it.
‘You savage.’ He hissed in your ear.
‘What until you meet my brother.’ You fired right back before they pushed some fabrics into your mouth and blinded you. You started to put up a fight but the ropes, the strength they had made it impossible for you to move an inch. It was true what they say about twins, their bound could connect them on any distant, so you stopped your protest knowing that if Ivar came, you would smile while he slaughter the ones capturing you. None the less they smacked something against your head causing your body to drop down into unconsciousness.

anonymous asked:

Hey. So... I want to start this by saying this message does not come from a place of hate. Only genuine upset (and certainly not at you.) I saw a post you made about loving and supporting wives as much as the actor - but here's my thing... I love Gen. Absolutely adore her. Same for Sarah Sheppard. But... I don't love Danneel. Not because I'm jealous of what she has, but because I am angry that she doesn't seem to treat Jensen with the love he deserves. I to this moment have never seen

(2/4)a single photo of the two of them where Jensen seems to be as goofy, happy, and /himself/ as he usually is in photos with his close friends and other family. The only exception being at their wedding. And my thing is… I just feel like each of these men and women on the show deserve so much love and warmth and joy. But I’ve never gotten the vibe from Danneel that she is as in love with Jensen as Gen is with Jared or as Sarah is with Mark, etc. I’m not saying this with hatred; honestly, I’m not,

(¾)but I just have to ask; do you genuinely feel like we should blindly love Danneel simply because we love Jensen…? I think she is an individual person, too, and I just don’t like the overwhelming feeling I get that she just doesn’t treat him with the outpouring of love and respect and happiness that she should. I know every relationship is different; but theirs is just on another level. All it takes is one look at pics of Gen and Jared, then at Jensen and Danneel to see how empty they seem..

(4/4)Anyway. I just want to reemphasize that I have a lot of love for all the wives/husbands/SOs, I really do, because they all show in some small ways (and for some, big ways too) how much they love & care for their loved ones, even in times of hardship (relationships aren’t easy, especially long distance ones.) But I don’t see that with Danneel. it genuinely upsets me, for her family, for Jensen. I hope I’m wrong, I do, because those kids deserve happy parents; but it just doesn’t feel that way. :/


This is… a lot. Like, a lot hot damn. Okay.

I think every single person expresses their love differently. It doesn’t need to be on social media. Maybe Danneel doesn’t do the whole PDA thing - saying that because I’m the same way - and she’d rather keep her love for Jensen private. We have no idea what goes on behind the scenes of their relationship. They’ve both been in the spotlight for so long, and maybe she would just rather keep their intimacy out of that spotlight. 

They have a home, they have three beautiful children, they have a life outside of acting. What happens within the walls of that home, with one another and with those kids? That’s none of our business as fans, no matter how much the actors mean to us, and I think that’s something that a lot of people forget. 

Jensen has specifically said that he prefers being private about his home life. We didn’t see pictures of any of the kids until a little while after they all were born, and we just heard JJ’s voice for the first time when Jensen posted the video of the playing the elevator game. She’s going to be four years old, and we just heard her voice.

They’re a private family, and that’s fine. We have absolutely no right to be that deep in their lives, and we’re damn lucky they share as much with us as they do. 

As far as thinking that we should blindly love Danneel just because we love Jensen? I don’t think we should blindly love anyone, but if you claim to love Jensen, I think you also need to appreciate his wife. If you “love” Jensen, you should have enough respect for him to realize that he does have a wife and family, he does have a life outside of Supernatural, and he does not have to let us into that life. But he does. And that’s incredible.

*clears throat* END RANT.

Like no one here is surprised right that Sara talks about everyone? Like we all knew that.

I honestly have zero sympathy for Vilde when she gets screwed over the bus. 

Because honestly, past actions should have taught you something. You can’t give a person a second chance if they didn’t even apologize for the first fuck up…but then again, considering Vilde’s done the same shit to Sana and we’ve never seen her apology for the shit she’s said, it’s not surprising. 

“What’s In a Name” Tag

So this took me approximately 10,000,000,000 years to complete, but hey, she looks cute right? This was @greenfooddog‘s excellent idea and you can find their original post here.

Rules:  Pick a name or two that you would ordinarily never bestow on a sim.  A name that sounds funny in your ear, that gives you the heebie-jeebies, or perhaps brings up not-so-fond memories.  Create sims based upon that name (they can be repulsive or likable, you decide). Tell us about him/her/them, then tag some friends to do the same!

This is Eunice Kline. She’s kind of an evil art critic who will tear you down while looking more fabulous than you will ever be. I actually had to build her a modern chic apartment because she was so fabulous I’d feel bad if she didn’t have somewhere classy to live. She might accidentally be the coolest sim I’ve ever made.

CC: Skin | Also Skin | Eyes Hair (OR Buns) | Eyeliner | Lipstick | Dress | Nose Ring

I tag @thelastinevitable, @imsimpressed, @starry-hills, @cherrygrapesims, @almostaberrysim, @calisimgirl, @inevitablesims, @sarrasims and @goodtea-nicehouse ❤❤

I’m so tired of men thinking that it’s totally okay to stop foreigners on the street or randomly talk to them/harass them on the subway or bus when these same men would NEVER act the same way to a Korean girl EVER. I know it’s a hard concept to grasp but I am actually human too. I don’t want to talk to you about ~foreigner life in korea~ I don’t want to teach you English I don’t want to ‘be your friend’ I’m literally just trying to go to work like everyone else does every day too. I especially don’t want you screaming at me when I walk away like I’m obligated to answer your questions because I’m a foreigner. I don’t want to risk being late TO MY JOB because I have to get off the subway and wait for the next one to make sure you’re not following me. Leave me alone just like you leave everyone else alone. I’m so so so so tired. And people wonder why there are some days I just don’t want to leave my apartment.

fulltimehabibti  asked:

boy squad get high and talk abt their first crushes and isak goes "omg don't be weird abt this but, jonas". jonas: "HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE?" mahdi (not bitter AT ALL): "bitch when DO you notice?

REAL. and then the game gets crazy boring because mahdi starts talking about his first crush (a girl named lisa) and jonas wants to hear aaaaall about it. like how old they were. what was she like. does he still think about her. how would he describe his type in three sentences or less. how would he rate his compatibility with aquariuses.

we’re talking about the guy who’s pitifully into his friend… the same friend whos been trying to seduce him for months… honestly I’ve had enough of this dude…

OH MY GOD, WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT LISTEN TO THE SONG ROOTS AND WINGS BY STEPHEN KELLOGG AND THE SIXERS. DON’T DO IT.

it just came on random in itunes and i’m about to go lay down in traffic because MICHAEL SCOFIELD

so even on my darkest nights
i’ve felt the ground and I’ve seen the heights
and one day may you do the same
oh, child of mine that bears my name

i give to you my roots and wings
with these you can do anything
and you will never be alone
carry or be carried home

A video about drawing

Hello, my friends! I know I haven’t posted comics for a little while, sorry for making you wait! I got into making videos lately, it’s so much fun and I love it! However, I was talking in Chinese in my videos so I hesitated to post here because I know few of you understand it. But I also want to share with you what I’m creating so here is a video about me drawing and telling my kids the story of “The Little Match Girl.”

Why draw stories instead of just read a book? Because when I was 2 or 3 years old, my mom drew me a little mermaid and told me the story. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I was fascinated by the process. I believed it’s that event that inspired me to draw, and I never stopped ever since. So I want to do the same for my children, show them how wonderful drawing is, and how great of a tool to tell stories. If you want your children to fall in love with drawing, try it!

I will make videos in English too, so even you don’t understand it, please like and subscribe( it also makes me very happy) to support me. And don’t worry, more comics are on the way!

im youngmin: a disorganized rant from someone who just needs to let it out

i’m still filled with so much love for youngmin. and you should be too, because he has done nothing wrong.

i’ve been seeing a bunch of things about this whole thing that have put me in pure i-hate-this-so-much-i’m-so-upset-i’m-never-leaving-my-bed-again mode (i’m still in bed writing this lol), and just put me in such a negative mindset about what’s going to happen to youngmin in pd101. but at the same time, tweets with some of the comments being positive like this one have given me hope that youngmin will be okay. his supporters are strong, even stronger than those ugly ass antis who tried to hinder him.

youngmin doesn’t deserve any of the negativity getting thrown in his way. there’s absolutely nothing wrong with dating or having a girlfriend, and having sex doesn’t make anyone a bad person (especially um cough cough a grown man…….with his own girlfriend………) so i’m baffled people are doubting youngmin’s kindhearted personality for something like this. people have exposed his personal life (including the “gf” who was completely careless when she’s probably one of the first people who knew how much this dream means to him), and all the people who started it and made it worse?? knowing full well the effect their actions and rumours would have on him and his place in this messy competition?? did they think it was going to be funny to see his rank and performances and screentime and career and dream affected?? news flash: it’s not a fucking game!

youngmin…he’s been working so hard! he’s been helping people and putting them before himself even if it meant not being able to perfect his own parts! he’s a constant leader and teacher in a competition already difficult and tiring enough! he is selfless and kind! talented and well-rounded! someone who was constantly apologetic for making any small mistakes! he never blamed anyone though! he never tried to seek attention for anything he did! he was just always his true genuine lovable self! why are people ignoring everything he’s done! why do they want his popularity lessened or put out by negativity! he was finally starting to get recognition! he’s so close to fulfilling his dream! his smile was probably shining as bright as ever when he saw his rank rising because of the fact that he worked hard!!!!!!!!what now!!!!!!!he is likely very upset about this and i am too!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he’s so close to fulfilling his dream, and that’s why people thought it’d be nice (on their egos? their pride? fuck that) to try ruining it? i’ll never understand the logic but it is what it is. they’ve exposed him against his own will, insulting him and some dropping him like they never cared at all. youngmin is not the one in the wrong. here’s the thing, i would’ve been comforted and so happy to know if he (or any of the trainees) had someone to date or anyone to put a smile on their faces during the moments they’re having a hard time; a #1 fan per-say? whatever leads to the top of their happiness u feel? but… not this. i would’ve never wished for carelessness, hatred and the exposure of the deepest parts of youngmin’s personal life to happen. it makes me so sad and mad still but i believe good things are yet to come for him. there is a calm after the storm as long as he continues to be himself.

sorry this thing was so long i just really… love youngmin and i needed to let it out of me. keep loving and supporting the wonderful alpaca boy that is im youngmin. wherever he is or whatever he’s doing i hope he knows there are still people who appreciate and adore everything he is. and i hope he doesn’t blame himself or feel apologetic about this because he did not hurt anybody at all.

all love. love, iloveyoungmin. (i promise to shut up now)

anonymous asked:

Captain here! Ant*s are thinking that because Rey and Luke are sharing the same cover it means that ReyS is confirmed. Based on their logic Phasma and Hux are with their kid, Kylo LOL. flies away.

Hi Captain!! Wow, what a reach… if it was separated by family, Leia would be with Luke and Rey, along with Kylo.

Thanks for letting me know! I was legitimately confused seeing this, like… ‘what’d I miss??????’

anonymous asked:

Have no chemistry 😂😂😂bitch are we watching the same show 😂😂😂 you know what, I don't even know why I'm wasting my time on your dumb ass😂😂😂 for a ship THaTS NEVEr gOInG to happened. Gurl BYE

hi there my fellow bitch, see i truly feel sorry for your brain because not only can you not read but you also are dense af. what everyone who ships jalec has been asking is for you m@lecs to ‘ship and let ship’ and stay in your own damn corner of the fandom. i don’t even know what your dumbass was doing in my inbox in the first place. bye felicia and stay gone. i need to burn some sage to purify my blog from your sorry ass

TalesFromYourServer: My first ever write up

Tonight I got written up because the owners friends complained about me. They’re regulars who get the same thing every time. They sit at the all you can eat sushi bar so the chefs keep them entertained/handle their food, and I just bring refills.

Today they complained that I brought refills without asking. Because what kind of a monster server would do that??? Apparently they wanted to switch it up mid-meal.. but they didn’t bother to tell me that. I guess I should’ve known that. Even though they only ever want water every time they’re there and they never bothered to say anything as I was refilling their waters.

Then they said I ran to the bar to “hide” from them. Nope. Boss made me deck scrub the bar floor today. They were my only table so about every 5 minutes I’d take a break from scrubbing to do a walk by to see if they were okay. My boss told me that being back there was unacceptable and I should be on the floor. So I guess for future reference I should refuse any deep cleaning project that he tells me I have to do. (Also, I’m the bartender. So I’m kiiiinda supposed to be in the bar? But whatever.)

Blah.

By: befernee