before she understands what it means

anonymous asked:

Congrats on your engagement, Trishelle!! That's a lucky guy! ♥

Originally posted by lilium

“Thank you, kind stranger! He means more to me than anything in this world. In him, I’ve found the love of my life and my closest, truest friend. It’s like my mother used to say about Father! “Getting married is like having a sleepover with your best friend, every night for all eternity!” I think I now understand what she meant!” 

A soft chuckle escapes Trishelle’s lips before she continued. “For once, I don’t have to be scared. I can genuinely relax and allow myself to be happy. I’m not constantly worried about whether he’s going to hurt me, or if he’s using me. He saw the light in me when I couldn’t see it in myself, and that means EVERYTHING.” 

(( Thanks for the ask and the well wishes, Anon!! :D ))

  • What she says: im fine
  • What she means: ive been waiting literally nearly four fucking years for season two of attack on titan. attack on titan first aired way before pepe existed, and season two came later than his meme's death. most people think waiting one or two years for a new season to start is painful, but do you understand how painful waiting four fucking years for season two of a show to come out? no, you don't. dont give me that "it took how many years for finding dory though" bullshit because nobody was anticipating it. finding fucking dory was never postponed multiple times. ive been suffering the postponed season two for four years. you better believe im not fucking fine.

My dear lgbt+ children, 

“When i was young, there were girls and there were boys, and the girls loved the boys, and everything was so much easier.” 

I had a conversation about this blog a few weeks ago with a women considerably older than me. She was interested and wanted to understand “all those weird words” i use in my letters. She knew what gay means and had heard bi before but wasn’t sure what it means, so you can imagine that words like pan, asexual, nonbinary, demigirl… were entirely alien to her.  

She listened and nodded to my explanations, and she didn’t say a hostile word about any label. However, when i had explained all the words she pointed out, she shook her head and said the sentence above. “…and everything was so much easier.” 

I’ve been thinking about this remark a lot. To me, it encapsulates the big thinking mistake many people fall for. 

I have said before that i grew up in a rural, small town, the same this elderly women grew up in. I’m fairly sure that there were indeed only girls and boys here in her childhood and that the girls loved the boys. In the same way, i believe there were no kids with dyscalculia living here - not because kids with learning disorders did not exist but because there was no awareness that they exist and so people just called them stupid or lazy instead. 

In fact, there have always been lgbt+ kids. They, and the people in their lives, just didn’t knew the term “lgbt+” yet. They couldn’t be their true self because society didn’t allow that yet. And so girls married boys - not because all girls loved boys but because there was no other option. 

Was that easier? Sure, for the elderly woman i talked to, it was. That’s because she was a girl who loved a boy. In her little world, all was well and she didn’t need words for anything else. It was easier - for cis heteroromantic heterosexual people. 

But all “those weird words”, all the labels we nowadays use and talk about, didn’t randomly fall down from a tree some day. We invented them because for us, for the ones who didn’t fit in that little world, it was not easy. 

The big thinking mistake, as so often, is “I don’t need this, so nobody needs this. I’m not that, so nobody is that.” or in the words of a wise little bird “I feel uncomfortable when we are not about me?” 

So, my dear, if you feel bad because you use all those fancy new words, think about the generations of lgbt+ people before you who might smile down at you from heaven now and think “Oh, finally, there’s a word for people like me!”. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

If you have a complicated relationship with your mother because of abuse or neglect, you don’t have to feel guilty regardless of how much or how little you choose to interact with her.

I know there’s a lot of pressure to acknowledge her even if she’s hurt you badly. If you choose to (or wish you could) keep your distance or even end your relationship with her, you’re not a bad child or ungrateful or mean.

If for any reason you do something nice for her, that doesn’t mean you give up your right to be angry or hurt by what she did before that. It doesn’t mean you give up your right to keep your distance or even end your relationship with her later on.

You don’t owe her. But it’s complicated sometimes, I understand. Just do your best to be gentle with yourself, and try to remember that you didn’t deserve what happened. You have always deserved care and respect.

I actually do want to see Mila interested in Otabek…to see how Yurio takes it. I mean, at first he’ll be annoyed but tell himself (and others) it’s just because he’s tired of all the romance going on around him. But then he starts realizing the thought of Otabek and Mila together bothers him way more than, say, Yuri and Victor. And every time Mila gushes about Otabek he finds himself agreeing with what she says. And he understands why she would want to be with him…

In the end Mila figures out Yurio has a crush on Otabek before Yurio himself does and decides to help the two get together.

  • what she says : i'm fine
  • what she means : ahkmenrad died 4000 years ago, killed by his own brother who wanted to take the throne of egypt from him. according to the way kahmunrah talked about the tablet in the second natm movie, i guess he never had it before, so that means ahk had it the whole time. which basically means he was magically brought back to life every night, in his sarcophagus, trapped, probably wondering why he wasn't reaching the egyptian afterlife, all alone, until his doom was discovered 4000 years later. then he was on display in cambridge for a few years in which i dare to hope he was able to stretch out for a bit, before getting transferred to the national museum history to get entrapped for 54 more years of screaming in agony to only get deliberately ignored by the other exhibits. he's been banging on that lid for four millenaries without anyone coming to him, desperate about getting out the thing so much so that he was probably high on adrenaline caused by fear the whole, which is even more obvious according to the force the lid has been threwn off with when larry cracked the padlocks open and the FIRST THING HE SAYS AFTER THOSE FOUR MILLENARIES OF LONELINESS, FEAR AND ENTRAPMENT WAS "YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW STUFFY IT IS THERE" FOR FUCK'S SAKE HE MADE A FUCKING JOKE DESPITE EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED TO HIM BEFORE RUSHING WITH LARRY THE SECOND HE ASKS HIM TO HELP THE VERY SAME EXHIBITS WHO LEFT HIM SCREAMING ALONE IN HIS DISPLAY ON PURPOSE JEEZ
Spice It Up

Originally posted by honestlymuffins

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: Actually this wasn’t requested lol I just felt like writing it

Note: Smut warning, ya’ll have been warned 


Shawn’s P.O.V

“Why don’t you just tell her? She’ll understand I mean she is your girlfriend.” I sighed listening to my friend, me and Geoff decided to take a few drinks when we started talking about this…

“I don’t know how to tell her! ‘Hey Y/N! Listen I feel like we should spice it up a bit instead of having Vanilla sex and add a little kink!” I said flailing my arms having no idea what I was saying due to me being a little tipsy.

“Dude you’re not making any sense, here give me your phone.” before I could even protist he took my phone typing things in and handing me my phone.

“Relax i didn’t send it, wether you do or don’t thats up to you.” he said taking a sip of his beer.

‘Hey Y/N, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, we haven’t been having much ‘fun’ lately if you know what i mean ;) I love you and i just wanted to spice things up thats it, bye!’ You read the text and looked at your friend,

“I am not going to send this to her because this is stupid! I am going to tell her just not like this.” I say a bit frustrated

“Hey, if you don’t wanna send it then don’t.” he said shrugging but I started thinking about it there really was no other way to tell her, my fingers ghosted over the send button.

But this wasn’t my style of sending things, as I was about to delete it I accidentally hit send and jumped out of my skin, face turning pale.

“I FUCKING SENT IT!” I yelled

“Good job I knew you had it in you.” I gave him a death glare showing him I never meant to sent it in the first place and his eyes widened.

“Shit.” we both cursed

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Thoughts on Maggie Sawyer

The most character defining thing Maggie has done, honestly, is coming up to Alex like a day or two after rejecting her and legitimately being confused about why Alex had been distant. She was honestly like “ehh i know i broke your heart but it was nothing personal. also why are you ignoring my calls?”

i’m stuck between thinking it was a plot device for the writers and they’ll forget how socially oblivious Maggie has been the entire “Alex is gay” storyline or that this was the most ingenious character development ever written.

If it’s the latter, then it’d be subtle, A+ writing. They established before when Maggie was repeating what her ex said about her that the detective is a bit inept when it comes to understanding others. Plus she said that she connects more with Aliens than with humans. So I get the feeling she’s been ostracized her whole life, misunderstood perhaps for reasons beyond the race and sexuality things. I want to see that in her relationship with Alex. I mean I already know that Alex will make majority of the mistakes because she’s a baby gay, but I want Maggie to kind of not know what the fuck she’s doing either.

Things I want Maggie to do because I feel like she’s done it in previous relationships and people have left her for it

  1. To get lost in work and show up late for dates with Alex
  2. Put her life in danger to save aliens
  3. Not understand when she’s hurt Alex
  4. Be emotionally distant when she’s deep into a case
  5. Be insecure about the relationship, specifically about whether or not the other person is really happy with her

Things I want Alex to be

  1. Understanding
  2. Reassuring
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“What is her story?” Elena asked from her seat at the bar. She held an empty shot glass in her hand, and had a quizzical look on her face. The six others who all sat at the bar along side Elena gave her perplexed looks, not fully understanding what she had meant. Elena cast an irritated glare at each, before gesturing subtly at the girl on the opposite side of the restaurant.

“You mean (Y/N)?” Damon questioned, raising an eyebrow at Elena. Elena nodded her head, gazing into the Vampires eyes for only a moment before shifting it to the Originals. The ones who know most about (Y/N). The four Originals stared at Elena with curiosity.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself? You’re friends, aren’t you?” Rebekah asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice. The blonde was not up to spilling everything about her best friend to the doppelgänger. Elena shrugged, glancing over to (Y/N).

“I am, at least I think.” She mumbled. “But, I don’t know. It just seems kind of rude to ask her out right.” She admits, setting the shot glass down for the bartender to fill again. Stefan quickly leans over and grabs the now full glass away from Elena.

“You should at least be sober if you want to hear the story.” Stefan sighs, keeping the shot away from Elena.

“Dear, I think it might be just as rude to ask her out right as it is to ask her friends about it.” Klaus refers to Elena’s confession. The Original Hybrid sets his own glass down, and folds his arms over his chest, a small smile on his lips. They all sat in silence for a moment, it awkward for only some. At the opposite side of the bar (Y/N) continued to play pool against Enzo, her laugh adding to the noise filling the room. They’d played two games, and (Y/N) was in a drunken state, though Enzo continued to keep her upright.

“Brother, maybe we should share. (Y/N) knows personal things about Elena. It’s only fair if Elena knows something about (Y/N).” Elijah says to his younger brother. Klaus stares at his brother and then at Elena before letting out a huff.

“We all have stories to share. I suppose you should know some.” Klaus agrees. Elena perks up a bit, her eyes glinting with curiosity and excitement. She’s known (Y/N) for months and she knew so little, except the fact she was a vampire and raised by the Originals themselves.

“As you know, we found (Y/N) alone at a very young age, she wasn’t even six. We can assume she was born in the year 1299, giving the year we found her and the age she was at the time, which makes her around 717 years old.” Klaus starts, his mind and mouth going into story mode.

(Preview of meh new story, let me know what you think! I love feedback.)

I don’t own you, The Originals, or The Vampire Diaries. I only own this story.

The Things She Carries, Part 9

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

“It was rough,” she says, much lower; he leans toward her, as if pulled by an invisible thread. “But —”  she slides her thumb over his bottom lip, lets the smoke creep into her voice, “It was entiiirely … consensual.”


“I thought it would hurt less to lose you, if I’d never known what it was like to love you.”

She understands what he means, deeply and immediately. It’s how she felt too, although she never admitted that part before, even to herself — the way she closed herself off to him as if it would keep her from pain, when all it did was add a seeping, suffocating ache to the pain she was already in.

She untucks her arms and wraps them around him, listening to his steady heart; patient, not requiring an equivalent declaration from her, he answers by nuzzling her hair.

At last she says, “We almost did lose each other, so many times,” and the anguish underlying her words surprises her a little.

He acknowledges it with a quick squeeze. “We still might. This doesn’t constitute any kind of guarantee, not against — not with the work we do, the enemies we have.”

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  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: I really don't understand Nancy's letters at the end of the game. She always seems to write them when she solves the mystery, meaning right when she's about to go home, but that doesn't make sense for several reasons. First off, people tend not to write paper letters anymore. Most people will use email because letters are slow. Not to say that Nancy can't be old school, but if she's really writing these letters right when she finishes the mystery, before she goes home, chances are Nancy's going to hop on her plane, get to River Heights, and see Ned/Bess/Hannah/whomever in person long before the letter arrives, making the letter useless. Unless she gets home and her friends are like "Nancy, what happened with that case of yours?" and she's like "Well I have a letter explaining the whole thing heading to you in the mail, so you'll just have to wait and see!" I suppose there are a few cases where Nancy stays for a couple days after solving the mystery, so the letter would make a little sense in that case, but this is pretty rare. Second, there are a bunch of instances where Nancy talks about what happens in the aftermath with each of the characters. Mostly this is fine, sometimes she'll talk about what the person is doing months in the future. Like "______ moved here," or "______ got a new job," "_______ has been really successful," or whatever, and then she talks about how they're loving it, but like?? Nancy??? How long have you stuck around to know how their doing in their new job/home/relationship? I don't think she usually stays for months later so how would she know this information? Or is Nancy for some reason writing these letters from home, months after the mystery? But if this is the case, why write a letter at all when she is in the same town as the person it is addressed to? She could just tell them in person. No need to write a letter. Or even if she did, wouldn't her friends already know most of the letter's contents, assuming Nancy told them about the case? Third, all the letters where Nancy goes into great detail about things she uncovers in the mystery and then follows up with, "oh and by the way, all of this is top secret and I took an oath to never tell a living soul what I just told you, so maybe don't mention this to anyone else :)". She just gives her friends classified information like it's nothing. She doesn't even tell them in private, she just writes it down where anyone could later get their hands on it and read it. And don't even get me started about the photos Nancy sends her friends! Some of them are just awkward pictures of people from the case. So did Nancy just ask, "hey, can I take your picture to send to my boyfriend?" That's weird, Nancy! Or some are pictures of random objects. Does she think to herself, "Yeah, my housekeeper would really like to see this picture of this footprint I found"? And then of course there are the pictures where there would be no way Nancy could ever get the picture in the first place. Like pictures of the culprit smirking evily. Nancy would either have to get that picture before she solved the mystery, in which case why would they be smirking evily if they're still pretending to be good, or she would have to ask them to pose for the picture as they're being arrested or something. Then there are the pictures of the culprit doing something shady or actually committing some crime. If Nancy had a picture of that, she would have had the mystery solved long ago. Or she asked them to pose, which is pretty unlikely. All in all the letters just don't make sense and there are so many problems with them.

Something is kind of bugging me about how people keep using the “I think of you as a brother” line in voltron to “disprove” Sheith as a valid ship. I mean, sure, lines like that do kinda sound a little no homo-y but at the same time… I also totally understand why it might not be? Cause like, before I got with my first girlfriend, I didn’t know I was gay and I totally interpreted the closeness I felt for her as like some kind of ‘sisterly’ love. I’ve never had a sister (she didn’t either) and so I didn’t really know what that sort of sibling relationship would even be like. We even continued to describe our relationship like that even after we realized it was more. Then we dated for several years.

Now, I think that might just be one of those things that’s just different about gay relationships versus straight ones? Cause I mean if a girl says she thinks of a guy “like a brother” that is usually thought of as like less of an indication that she might love him romantically, but it’s sort of the opposite with gay people… at least in my own experience and based on how heteronormativity sort of obscures our feelings for each other in this way (especially when we are young, or falling in love for the first time). And even then… as I’ve seen other people point out, even Katara said that about Aang in The Last Airbender and they ended up falling in love and getting married so…

But anyway, I’m not saying this to pose an argument that this is what was on the writer’s minds when they developed that scene. Probably not. I’m just tired of seeing people use that as an argument for why it “proves” that Keith’s feelings for Shiro are “only” familial and nothing more. I mean… they aren’t literally brothers. And Keith doesn’t even know what having a real brother is like. Since this parallels a situation from my own life, that line was much deeper than that to me.

And romantic or not, that scene really does show that Keith cares about Shiro so much. Probably more than anyone else in his life.

So yeah. Just some personal thoughts/rambles. I don’t usually get into shipping discourse but… I just wanted to say that.

I’m just as pissed that there was no mention of the Warriors of Hope in the last episode, and until Kodaka says otherwise, my headcanon is that they eventually went to live with Class 77 on Jabberwock Island, because dammit, they deserve to be with people that will care about them and understand what they’ve all been through!

I mean, just imagine it!

🔹 Nagisa finding a big brother figure in Hajime, since both understand what it’s like to be human guinea pigs. (Seriously, FUCK Nagisa’s parents!)

🔹 Kotoko playing dress up with Sonia, Mahiru, and Hiyoko. SO CUTE! (But considering her past, it takes a LONG time before she can trust any of the guys, especially Teruteru.)

🔹 Jataro’s heartwarming reaction when Sonia, a real princess, tells him that she thinks he’s handsome.

🔹 Nekomaru becoming the father figure that Masaru always needed.

🔹 Souda making remote-controlled, miniaturized versions of their robots for them to play with.

🔹 Gundham teaching them how to raise and care for animals.

🔹 Mikan being there to patch them up if they ever get hurt.

🔹 Just the Warriors of Hope having a REAL FAMILY!

Rules for my daddy

I has rules for my daddy too!

  1. Daddy can never feel like a bad daddy and if he does, he needs to talk to Princess about it. He’s the best and needs to know it. 
  2. Daddy must always be fair with punishments and let Princess know what she did wrong before punishing. 
  3. Daddy must never yell at Princess because yelling is scary. 
  4. Daddy must be as patient and understanding as possible. 
  5. Daddy must never force princess into anything she’s not comfortable with. 
  6. Daddy must eat three meals a day and let Princess help him be productive. Just because I’m little doesn’t mean I can’t help Daddy with life stuffs. 
  7. Daddy must always be honest with Princess even if he thinks the truth will hurt her feelings.
  8. Don’t make Princess make too many decisions. She’s not very good at it and Daddy should pick stuff.
  9. Daddy must always provide aftercare after an intense punishment or play session. Even when I’ve been bad, I need to be reassured that I’m loved. 
  10. Daddy has to love me and hug me and squeeze me and cuddle me and take care of me and hold my hand and kiss me and all sorts of the best stuff <3

Rewards

  1. Loves and kisses and a happy bouncey little girl.
  2. Suckies
  3. Presents
  4. Mini-adventure: walk, explore, etc.

Punishments

  1. Sad/bratty little
  2. Princess can tease Daddy with no touching allowed
  3. No cartoon time! Yes, that means no Gumball!
  4. Limited time with Princess/longer time apart.
Down in Mexico ~ smut

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: reader x Dylan O’Brien

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 5298

A/N: This is all @mystic-biscuit fault…blame her. So if you’ve never seen the movie Death Proof watch this clip before you read so you understand what’s about to happen. Also this is another long one because apparently I don’t know how to write short fics anymore lol. So enjoy!



“This is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Dylan mumbles.

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Congratulations- Eliza Schuyler X Reader

request from anon: eliza x reader 303(“We have to pretend to be married.”) which leads to 295(“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”)at some point


You sat down next to Alex and you turned towards him

.“What is Washington lecturing about today?” You asked him and he looked up at you for a second before looking back at his phone, obviously distracted.

“Dunno. Sorry- Jefferson is in his French History class and keeps on pretending like I don’t understand french so I am kicking his ass right now.”

“So nothing new.”

“Yeah- wait, Eliza didn’t tell me she was joining this class.” Alex frowned, turning his phone off, staring at someone who had just walked in. I rolled my eyes.

“Mm, now you pay attention.” You muttered and he looked at you like you were crazy.

“I don’t know what Washington is lecturing about but look at her. I mean if I were you I would introduce myself.” Alex told you, pointing at a woman with long black hair.

“Funny, I don’t remember asking for your help with my love life.”

“Ha. I’m just saying- Eliza is amazing.” He told you and Eliza looked over towards Alex and he waved her over. 

She smiled as she walked over to the two of you and she hugged Alex tightly.

“Alex, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you in person!” She smiled and he nodded in agreement.

“Too long. How is Peggy feeling? Still sick?” He asked her, genuinely concerned.

She nodded.

“She’s getting better but she’s not one hundred percent yet.” Eliza said and she brushed the topic off and she extended a hand to me. "Oh! I’m sorry- Alexander and I always seem to get off topic whenever we talk. I’m Elizabeth.“

You shook her hand.

"I’m Y/N.” You said and she looked at you and smiled.

“Alex has talked about you alot. I feel like I know you already.” She joked and you smiled.

“All good things I hope?”

“From what he’s told me it sounds like you’ve been taking care of him.”

“I’m one of his roommates so I try to make sure he doesn’t pull four days without sleep in a row.”

“So you haven’t changed at all?” Eliza asked with a teasing smile towards Alex and he ran his hand through his hair and he shrugged sheepishly.

“Oh shush. You still wear your hair the exact same way you did in high school.” He argued and she shushed him, her smile growing.

“Mm well at least my hair is still more fabulous than yours.” She smiled as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. Alex scoffed and crossed his arms.

“You’re obviously wrong- what do you think?” Alex asked you and you stared at him wondering why he was bringing you into it.

“I think you two fight like an old married couple." 

"Mm Angelica said the same thing, didn’t she Eliza?” Alex asked her and she nodded.

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Here is a 101 Class for French-Canadian Expression
  1.  Attache ta tuque avec de la broche: Literally: Tie your hat with iron-wires, Means  : Be ready.
  2. J’ai les yeux dans l’même trou: Literally: I have both my eyes in the same hole. means: I’m tired/sleepy
  3. Accouche qu’on baptise: Literally: Give Birth so that we can Baptise. Means: Say what you have to say.
  4.  J’ai l’feu au cul: Literally: My ass is on fire Means: I’m angry
  5.  J’ai les cannes blanches: Literally: My canes are white means: I’m pale.
  6.  Avoir les shakes: Literally: Having the shiver means: being Scared 
  7. Drôle de moineau: Literally: Funny sparrow  means: He/She is weird.
  8. Dûr de comprenure: Literally: Hard of understander (made-up sentence) Means: It’s long before he/she understand
  9. Déguédine!: Literally: - There is no english equivalent- Means: HURRY UP!
  10. Elle m’a choké: Literally: She/he Choked me Means: she/he cancelled the appointment.
  11. T’es de bonne heure sul’ piton: Literally: You are of a good hour on the button. Means: You wake up early/start your day early.
  12. T’es faite à l’os: Literally: You are made of bone. Means: You’re screwed.
  13. Lâche-moi un wack!: Literally: Leave me a Wack! Means: Give me a call/message.
  14. T’as pas d’affaire à faire ça: Literally: You have no business doing that. Means: You are not allowed to do this.
  15.  Ta farme tu ta yeule?: Literally: Are you Closing your mouth?(with ferme(close) being pronounced Farme instead) Means: SHUT THE FUCK UP. ( in a VERY rude way)
  16. Tu me gosses: Literally: You are “gossing” me. (Made-up word) Means: You are getting on my nerve/annoying me.
  17. J’ai des croûtes à manger: Literally: I have bread-crust to eat Means: I have experience to gain.
  18. Tu te prends pas pour du 7Up flat: Literally: You are not taking yourself for flat-7up Means: You are snobbish.
  19. Pousse mais pousse égal: Literally: Grow but Grow even Means: Don’t exagerate.
  20. Mouche à marde: Literally: Shit-fly Means: A person who stick to someone too much/is nosy.
  21. Caller l’orignal: Literally: to call the moose Means:to throw up

@the Star Wars fandom: I’d like to throw my two cents in on the whole “Leia was never even tempted by the Dark Side” trend that is seemingly going on right now. Firstly, yes, I understand the joke–gosh darn those whiny Skywalker boys, the girls are so tough and strong (and they are, they absolutely are, don’t get me wrong). But…all the same, guys, I just can’t see it that way. This girl wasn’t just tempted by the Dark Side, she flirted with it on like a daily basis for probably years (both before and after she knew what it was). I mean:

Leia Organa burns with anger. She was horribly, incalculably hurt, more than once, and one of the ways she coped with that was by being angry. (In fact, Carrie herself has described Leia as such, and as having played Leia as such–as a very wounded and broken girl who is incredibly, incredibly angry.) And as we know, according to the Jedi: 

“Fear leads to anger
Anger leads to hate
Hate leads to suffering

But that doesn’t make Leia any the weaker for it. In fact, I would even say that it goes to show just how strong she was. Because yes she was hurt. (She was hurt so, so badly, so many times.) She had every right to be angry, and hurting–and she did. She was angry. She did hurt. And it would have been so, so easy for her to give into the temptation of the Dark Side through that. Because of that. Because there are so very, very many kinds of temptation–and honestly, with Leia’s anger being such an integral part of her and part of her main coping mechanism, I personally can’t see Leia not being tempted by the Dark Side for years–since before she even knew it was truly a Thing, let alone that it had a name. Because oh, how easy it would have been for her anger to consume her–for her rage and her hatred to supplant all else, until she was nothing but a driving force of nature, a wildfire bound in human flesh that burned all in her path.

But you know what? She didn’t fall. Despite everything, Leia Organa did not fall. And that, to me, shows an incredible strength–one that supercedes even a claim that she was never tempted. (Because to me, saying that she was never tempted strips her of the fury of her wrath, the burning of her pain, the blazing of her power. Because to me that says she wasn’t wounded in the very soul by what happened to Alderaan, to her mind beneath Vader’s probe, to her heart again and again–and she was. Oh, she was. Because to me, taking away Leia’s anger and the rawness of her hurt means taking away what made her such a real character, a real woman, a real survivor.)

Ironically enough, it was love that brought her back from that possible path, just as it brought Vader back from the brink. Because I would eat my left shoe if it wasn’t Luke and Han, Chewie, Threepio and Artoo who kept her grounded, kept her here, gave her something other than anger and fear and hatred and revenge to live for.

Anyway, that’s just my two cents on the matter,

FIC: A Bear Frets

Fandom: Critical Role
Characters: Trinket & Zahra Hydris
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,017
Summary: Trinket would do anything to protect Vex. If only she would pick more reasonably-sized foes. Zahra lends an ear to his worries.
Also on: AO3
Notes: For Critical Role Relationship Week. Takes place around episode 56. 


Mostly, the people Trinket travels with understand him.

Vex best of all, obviously. He doesn’t know her language—he doesn’t have a language of his own, not really, not the way she understands it—but he knows her, and she knows him. He understands the smallest quirks in her face, what the flick of her eyes means, every twitch of her fingers in midair, the fluctuation of her voice, even if the words are never clear. They’ve never needed language. They’ve always had each other.

But things are different, now, since the dragons came. More complicated than ever before. Trinket finds himself with feelings so snared and tangled that he can’t make sense of them, and, worse, he can’t convey them. Not even to Vex. They grow like a weight in his chest, ache like thorns in his paws, and he can’t shake free of them.

After the black dragon dies, though, and they return to Whitestone, Trinket catches a familiar scent in the air: Zahra.

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I will never understand how Camila stans can completely disregard the girls’ letter along with facts from Billboard, but totally believe any random “exposing” account that says Camren is real and lies about knowing inside info. Before they broke up, we all made jokes about how Camila stands away from the girls and how they always look so distant and how she looks sad in interviews, but now that she’s gone y'all wanna pretend like they were painting each others’ nails and having sleepovers every night. Here’s a conspiracy theory for you: Maybe, just maybe, the girls’ letter is telling the truth. Maybe, just maybe, the actions of their band, choreographer, parents, and friends are insight on how the girls really feel about this situation. But nah, that’s too concrete. We need a person with a blacked out avi with the name exposed to tell you what the truth really is 🙄