books make my world go round

anonymous asked:

I've got a little prompt for you: Can you imagine Albus hunched over his Potions book and crossing instructions out and muttering to himself? Then Scorpius comes in and catches him writing in his book. How would their conversation go?

Thanks, anon, for giving me something to do while I was stuck in a massive queue on the coach ride home! I hope this fulfils your prompt!

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“Severus Snape.”

“What?” Albus glances briefly up from his potions book, distracted, then he goes back to scribbling in the margins; crossing out instructions, and rewriting ingredients lists.

“Severus Snape,” Scorpius repeats, pointing to the book. “That’s what he used to do. Vandalising his potions books.” He dumps a pile of parchment onto the table and flops down opposite Albus.

“I’m not vandalising it,” Albus mutters. “I’m making it easier to use. We’re doing this potion tomorrow, and I know I’ll forget something crucial if I don’t make notes now.”

Scorpius grins and rests his chin on his hands. “My potions prince. I never thought I could learn to love a boy who defiles his books, but here we are. You even look quite attractive doing it.”

Albus flushes pink, all the way to the tips of his ears, and he doesn’t look up from his book. “Are you going to do any work or are you just going to sit there and make unsolicited comments?”

Scorpius slides his chair sideways along the floor, so the wooden legs screech on the stonework. Several people glare at him, and he gives them an apologetic grin and hand wave.
When everyone’s no longer looking at him, he leans close to Albus and peers down at the book. “I was actually going to copy your notes. Will you translate for me? You know I can’t read your- Why are you looking at me like that?”

Albus has looked up at him, eyes wide in mock astonishment, a smirk twisting across his face. “Scorpius Malfoy, asking to copy my work?”

Scorpius digs him in the ribs. “Come on, you know you’re better at potions than me.”

Albus shoves his elbow away. “The biggest nerd in existence, not wanting to make his own potions notes? Is the world ending?” He tickles Scorpius’s side, and Scorpius shrieks and half falls off his seat, robes wrapped round him, clinging onto the chair and the table to prevent himself being completely dumped on the floor. Everyone else in the Common Room turns to glare at him again.

“Albus,” he hisses. “Don’t tickle. It’s cruel, and you’re disturbing everyone.” He waves at them all again, and they tut and shake their heads as they return to their work.

Albus grins and wiggles his fingers at him. “Cheaters get tickled.”

“I’m not a cheater!” Scorpius swishes his robes and flumps back into his seat, pouting. “Come on. I just want to have a look. They’re only notes. If you explain the theory to me I can do them myself.”

Albus considers him for a moment, then his expression melts. “You actually mean that. You’d sit there and do all these stupid calculations yourself.” He shakes his head and grins. “You’re such a geek.”

Scorpius pokes him in the arm. “You did them for yourself first. Look who’s calling who a geek.”

Albus holds his hands up. “Okay, okay! I’ll let you share my notes. Just this once. Because I love you.”

Scorpius hugs him. “You’re the best, you know that?”

Albus smiles. “Really? Even though I graffiti my books?”

Scorpius frowns and looks down at the book, which is black with spidery scribbles. “Yes, I think so. But I feel very very sorry for your books, and I’d like to register my most heartfelt disapproval.”

Albus grins and taps him on the nose. “Noted. Now, shall we start with the Knotgrass?”

anonymous asked:

how did you start in norse history things? What's a good place to start? I get so overwhelmed....

Sæll (eða sæl) vinur,
(Hello friend,)

This is definitely a question that is better suited for my other blog, but I never turn away my guests, so I will answer it here regardless, my friend. (I am still the same person, after all).

I started in a class, which is a pretty great place to get introduced to this material, but not necessarily a place that everyone is fortunate enough to begin with. Yet, this is exactly why I run a series on my other blog, called Fjorn’s Viking History. You can view all of these posts here on Tumblr, or view them in a link-based-list format on my Wordpress. I am not sure if you are already aware of them, but they are posts that essentially turn my lecture notes into an online ‘course’ of sorts. One post at a time, you can read and learn about Viking History for free. There are currently 43 posts, with 57 total planned.

I should be more cautious in advertising myself, though, because I am a student, not a professor, and I have so much more to learn before I am qualified enough to properly teach this material. Still, I find it to be a convenient place to start, at least for the sake of exposure. I list all my sources, which can provide books and other outlets to explore. 


Yet, if that is not suitable, I know of a few books that make for a suitable, reliable, and well-rounded exposure into medieval Norse studies:

John Haywood, The Penguin Historical Atlas of the Vikings.

This book is reasonably priced and does not go into a lot of academic depth. It is clear, concise, and offers a tremendous amount of visuals that really help to visualize the Norse world. I always, always recommend this book for beginners.

Rory McTurk ed., A Companion to Old Norse-Icelandic Literature and Culture.

This book is a bit expensive and far more academic than the book above. Yet, it a compilation of the efforts of various scholars, and all of this research is very up-to-date. This is a great source to learn more detail about specific topics, such as poetry, archaeology, and language. I recommend reading it out of order, picking whichever topic interests you the most at the time.

Angus A. Somerville and R. Andrew McDonald ed., The Viking Age: A Reader, Second Edition.

This book is much like the one above, except instead of secondary, scholar work, it is a collection of translated primary source material. This will expose you to the various primary sources (books written during the Viking Age, or fairly close in time to that period). It is a good companion to all of the material above, because, like the Companion, this book offers additional insight to specific topics through selected primary materials. Again, I would recommend reading in whatever order suits your needs the most.


Hopefully that helps you, my friend. Not everyone is able to take a class on Viking History, which is a reason why I began my other blog in the first place. If you have any further concerns, please do not hesitate to let me know so I can help out a bit.

I wish you the best of luck!

Með vinsemd og virðingu,
(With friendliness and respect,)
Fjörn

I was tagged by @heyy-im-sam to list 5 things that make me happy and i’m not one for doing this or making lists so here we go

1. STEM - i love it. I love the innovation behind it. Others love art and admire it while to me, I get to create everyday. Engineering and Science are my arts. There are what makes the world go round.

2. Food - holy shit, does this even need an explanation?

3. Books - I love adventures.

4. Pizza - I know already said food but goddamn i love pizza.

5. You already know who you are if you’re reading this. You’re a damn sunflower. You deserved to be watered with love and cared for. Your growth as a person to me is so important. I cannot explain it emotionally very well, but I can do it somewhat scientifically. If I was a chemist, I would study you for hours. Not like an artist, who just admires you but as a chemist, a bunch of atoms studying other atoms. I would study your beauty and how undeniably amazing it is. How you make my dopamine levels go through the roof. If i was a mathematician, I would tell you, that to me, it is mindblowing and so damn fascinating that out of nearly 8 billion people on this earth, your parents came together and had you. And how even more mindblowing it is to me how out of 8 billion people on this planet, you’re the one I got to meet. And just to think about how of all the users that are on this site, we someone how met by what chance. It consistently blows my mind and will always blow my mind babe. If I was an Engineer, I would tell you that the mechanics of your body are undeniable proof that miracles do happen. I would tell you that your body is like a robot and that your brain is a computer, coded to absolute perfection. And if I was a programmer, I would read every bit of code as if it was my favorite book. I would read a billion times if I could. But I could tell you that even if i read all the code, I won’t ever know what you’re thinking. Because you’re you. And that’s so beautiful. Because even if I was an engineer, or a mathematician, or even a scientist, even if i had access to all of it, I wouldn’t look. Because I wouldn’t have you any other way.


I tag @khralpha & @grumpystudent

I put my full weight, heart, and soul into loving you. I’m afraid to admit that you were never much for heavy lifting.
—  10:12PM// the gym for broken hearts
Rainbow Splash

And so it started…
So there I was with some Rainbow stained pig leather and some dream instructions to make a book out of it. What good was making a book going to do? It’s not like a book can stop a rainbow…
Maybe the pig wanted me to bring this to the attention of the world? Maybe I just needed to finance a quest to go kill the vile beast?
Either way, I couldn’t do anything without real supplies.

A block of book guts turned up in my craft cupboard. Imagine my luck. It was already trimmed and had the spine rounded. It even had this odd rainbow staining around the edges. Perhaps someone had spilled several bottles of ink on it? who knows?! I’m not questioning it. It’s the perfect size… huh… that seems almost TOO coincidental.

This little block of paper I found is fairly thick. Nuggety even comes to mind. Now I don’t have a laying press or those fancy boards that other, more fortunate binders have to mushroom the spine of a book. That didn’t get me down, though. I simply made some of those boards out of pine. A quick whirl in the workshop and I had a bevel on the top edge. Woo.

See? that works perfectly! Wait… why isn’t it mushrooming itself?

Oh yeah… duh… Hammer. Hmm… Are “claw” hammers part of bookbinding? I vaguely remember the Rainbow in my dream having claws. I’m sure there is some connection here. It’s like it was meant to be.

Smack! Smackedy smack smack smack!
HAH! That’ll teach you to not mushroom yourself! I started on the edges and gently hammered them down. Almost like I was petting it with a hammer…

I’m cursed! Imagine going to pour a little bit of glue out of your container only to have the top come off and it vomit all over the place. Dramatisation aside, I didn’t need that much glue… thanks glue. Really helpful.

Simple covers! Four pieces of 1.2mm cardboard. Two of them with a design cut out of them. I think that simple covers lend a lot to a book.

Preparing for headbands! To be honest I wanted to continue with the rainbow themed thing I’ve got going but I messed up terribly. I was foolish and didn’t measure where I should stop one colour and go onto the next and it was just… terrible. I could hear the rainbow laughing at me in the back of my head.

So I decided to go with a black and white double headband instead. This is only my second attempt at this kind of headband and I found it a lot easier the second time around. I even managed pearling on the bottom. I’ll post a simple 4 step guide on how to do this in the future.

The hollow and spine were added

And false bands were added. Amusingly enough I was on a quest to clear out a room when I found some BBQ tools still in their packet. They had these square leather cords tied to them. Since I was currently lacking in square leather cords for this project, this was again almost TOO coincidental.

Okay… make or break time. I cut the Rainbow stained leather to size. It was heartbreaking to have to cut off some really pretty parts.

I always glue the leather onto the spine first. This is how I define the raised bands. Firmly holding some tough string or cord  down on either side of the band for a dozen seconds or so works quite well.

And a wood folder on the covers helps to define the underlaying pattern if it’s simple enough.
Even though the leather was Rainbow stained, it still retained its softness. I was worried that the venom from the Rainbow would have some detrimental effect on its workability, but I’m glad that is not the case.

I garnered a small amount of the Rainbow Venom from the offcuts of leather and poured it over some paper in an attempt to make some end pages. I think it turned out quite well. I used all precautions to not get any of this stuff on my skin.

Then it was just a case of cutting the paper down to size, gluing it in and voila! Done!

I have fulfilled the Pig’s dying request… Now lets go hunt this Rainbow.

Fictionality aside, I really enjoyed this build. Like I said I was worried that there would be some ill effect from staining the leather in the way that I did (there isn’t any information on the net about it that I can find).
I quite liked how the attempts to stain the edges of the pages bled into the book, even though I don’t really like the look of the actual edges.

I have plans to work on this for my next project so there will be a return of the colour bleeding effect on the inside of the book I’m sure.

Double headbands! I can’t believe how easy it was this time round. The first time I did it I had a lot of trouble. This time I just thought about how I wanted the thread to end up at the end of a wrap and went backwards from there.


The book ended up being 15.2cm (6 inches) x 11.4cmm (4.5 inches) x 3.4cm (1.25 inches).  320 pages of 110gsm paper.

If you have any questions or comments drop them down below on a reblog or disqus. Alternatively, drop me a line using the ask function.

if you’re my friend and stuck for getting me a present on any occasion just get me books. honestly. books and stationery. language books. books on astronomy. books on astrology. teen fiction. comics. manga. literature. books. books. books. they make my world go round. i’ll be more than happy to just get books for every celebration.

Strangers - Dean Winchester x Reader

Originally posted by lonesomesam


“Let’s pretend we’re strangers.” You whispered, leaning over the small, round table between the two of you. Heavy old books pressing into your chest.

Dean chuckled, “And why would we do that?”

“I’m curious.”

“What difference would it make?”

“The world.”

He laughed then, shaking his head and going to the fridge to get another beer.

“Okay then, princess. Let’s say we’re strangers.” He sat down opposite you, sipping his beer and staring at you, silent.

“That’s not fair.”

He laughed, ‘Why not? What am I doing wrong?”

“You’re not doing anything!”

“I’m watching you. A strange, gorgeous girl is in my motel room. Of course I’m going to be watching you and wondering what happens next.”

You ran a hand through your hair, “If we hadn’t grown up together, if I wasn’t ‘like a sister’ to you, would we-” You looked down, putting your bottle down on the table with a little too much force.

“Whoa.” Dean said, eyebrow raised.

“Sorry, I just- Sometimes I wish I’d only met you recently. So you didn’t think of me as a sister.”

“I don’t think of you as a sister. I may say you’re my family, but that doesn’t mean you’re like a sister to me.” He chewed his lip slightly, still watching you.

“So what am I then?” You asked, leaning back in your chair.

He laughed, “Am I supposed to answer that in a few words?”

You nodded.

“You are so much more than that, sweetheart.” Dean shook his head, sighing.

“So what, then?”

“You want to be strangers?” Dean asked, standing up again.

“Just for tonight.”

“Good, come ‘ere.” He opened his arms, and placed his hands on your hips when you came to him.

“Is this what you wanted?” He murmured in your ear, lips attacking your neck, your collarbones, your ear.

A nod, your hands tightening around his belt loops, head tilted to the side to allow him better access. 

Dean moved his lips to your shoulder, slipping your shirt sleeve and bra strap out of the way. 

“How far do you want to go?” He asked softly, fingers pressing into the flesh around your hips.

“I’ll tell you when to stop.” You murmured, leaning into him.

Dean smirked, eyebrow raised, slight nod, and then he started.


“We should be strangers more often.”

anonymous asked:

I read your theory about Dazai keeping the book the Fitz is dying to have and I can't help but think what if there really is no book and it's Dazai that Fitz is actually looking for and underneath the bandages are actually writings or scribbles much like in Nabari no Ou where the main character's just suddenly covered with these writings. Anyway, it's because I also read another theory that if Dazai knows the book then why doesn't he try to revive odasaku but then again we all know how he doesn

same anon here lol i ran out of space(?) anyway continuing where I left, if Dazai knows about the book and if he actually has the book why doesn’t he try to revive odasaku but then again we also all know that he does not believe in bringing the dead back to life. There’s also the name of his ability No Longer Human, which kinda has the opposite effect to those he touches because he cancels out their ability and kind makes them human again? 

Aaah—! That’s an interesting theory! tho I don’t really lean on any of the bandage theories in particular because there’s not much to go off of. but I do want to know the bandage mystery! 

Anyway, about bringing Oda back to life — I think that depends on a few things 

  • Why was the book sealed off in the first place? 
  • What are the requirements to bringing someone back to life?
  • Does Dazai need to work on any of the requirements if there are?

I imagine there are either sacrifices or consequences to using the book, your classic you-get-what-you-wish-for dilemma. Honestly, I can’t help but think of Full Metal Alchemist when I think about the book Fitz wants @nkhrchy suggested it might make people immortal, which is even more interesting than what I was thinking  

I feel as though Dazai would refrain from bringing Oda back into a painful existence — e.g. suffering an eternity on earth or bearing the burden that x number of people died to bring him back to life

About Dazai not believing in bringing the dead back to life  — are you referring to the Tanabata twitter post that @looking-for-stray-dogs translated here? i’m not sure how reliable that statement/belief is, coming from him  

the name of Dazai’s ability gets me because everyone else’s seems to make sense so far (i’m not sure about Mori yet). if it really doesn’t relate to his suicidal obsession, i’ve taken it to mean that Dazai himself is no longer human because he has an ability. yet he’s still a really… average human? aside from his sociopathic qualities but otherwise, i’d say that it goes with my ability activation theory for him  

Other book theory considerations:

How did Dazai know Atsushi would make a good pair with Akutagawa before even knowing he had an ability?! (an anon on nkhrchy’s blog brought this up)

it’s possible that Dazai was drawing Atsushi to him all along, since Dazai already had the book? so he knew Atsushi was the tiger ability user from the get-go? 

another thing is that Dazai mentions needing to buy his book in the prologue of the first light novel: 

“Truth be told, there’s a book called The Complete Suicide Manual that’s really rare. I’ve been looking for it all this time, and I found it displayed in front of an antique bookstore – Ah, we have to go back soon or else it’ll be bought.”

[translation by @chendaere — bless your dear soul. people like you are what make the world go round] 

generally speaking, prologues contain rather important information because the author wants to build a promising story premise. of course—if my theory holds up, Dazai buying the book when he first joined the agency raises a lot more questions and i could probably write a whole other post on that

finally, going off the whole immortal idea — i’ve started to wonder if Lovecraft ever got a hold of the book Fitz wants? i mean, what the hell is with the question marks after his age and birthday at the end of chapter 31?? anyway, i think that theory borderlines more on conspiracy, but seriously Lovecraft, what are you  

Howdeedoodeethere!

I’ve been wanting to make this post for a while, but kept putting it off, because it just never seemed the right time. What has finally prompted me is the post I just made, part of a movement in the HTTYD fandom to show solidarity in the face of bullying, hate and fraud.

Here’s the thing.

My blog has been having a whirlwind time lately, connecting me to countless awesome people. I’ve been steadily gaining followers, and I’m getting ever nearer to a round five hundred, which is something that for me is insane - I barely dreamed of getting ANY followers, and it means a lot to me… I really am blessed.

But I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I’ve found that I’m missing something. Something feels off about it all. I love my blog, I love my dashboard, I love all the incredible people I’m coming into contact with… but in my thinking, it hit me like a tonne of bricks.

I MISS MY FRIENDS.

Don’t get me wrong - there are lots of really lovely people I’m interacting with at the moment. Every kind word, every show of support, means everything. But I’m talking about a very particular set of friends: my HTTYD family.

Because - and it really pains me to say it - somehow, somewhere along the line, I’ve drifted away. When was the last time I made a HTTYD post? I can’t remember. When was the last time I took part in an awesome angst-ridden discussion? I’ve no clue. And most importantly - when was the last time I interacted with the family who welcomed me with the open-est of open arms right into their midst, who laughed with me and cried with me and showed me a million different ways of being wonderfully UNIQUE?

Perhaps, unintentional as it has been, perhaps, slowly, thoughts of notes and reblogs and followers overtook in my head the memories of nights staying up to wildly headcanon, the evenings planning out fandom celebrations and crazy fanfiction, the analysis and meta and crying and laughing and loving that the HTTYD fandom - book and movie - does so exceptionally well.

Worst of all, I’ve lost some of the most beautiful and fulfilling friendships I’ve ever made. We’ve done some crazy things - *cough*toerebellion*cough* - some angsty things - *cough*everyheadcanonievercameoutwith*cough* - some beautiful things - *cough*hiccuprunninganorphanageandbeingbasicallyeveryone'sfather*cough* - and even some downright inspired things - *COUGH*THEWINDWALKERISTHESILVERPHANTOM*COUGHCOUGHCOUGH*.

Through it all, you’ve accepted me completely as I am. With no hesitations, you made me 100% welcome. To repay you all by disappearing completely? Nah. I’m not happy with that.

Once upon a time, I felt a surge of extreme pride, because I’d searched for “HTTYD books” and there, staring back at me, was my own blog. At the top, in the posts, in the tags of other people… I was so proud, not just because it felt like I was truly contributing to something, but also because I’d found a place where I BELONGED.

And that’s something that no amount of notes or reblogs or followers can ever buy you. The only thing that can buy you that is friendship.

So on the day that I discovered and joined a bid for solidarity and love in the face of exterior darkness, I thought it was only fitting that I make a bid for a different sort of solidarity, within myself. And that bid is a promise to always remember, and always take the time to appreciate the thing that really matters above all in the world of tumblr for me - the people.

Dragons Fans, you are wonderful. You are bright and lovely and fun and open and honest and humble and smart and caring. You have endured dark times and light with a smile. You are all magnificent friends, and if I forget it, waste no time in giving me a stern talking to. You are beautiful, each and every one of you, and I really hope that you can allow me to start anew, and make sure that, busy as I am no doubt going to be once school restarts next week, I always take the time for the series that means the world to me and the people who matter even more.

@historyrepeatsitself @httydbooks-doodler @books-are-like-dragons @eggingarde-the-scary @kingofthewilderwest @howtotrainyourcamicazi @humanradiohead @north-wyrm @deepfathom @femamerica13 @thehufflepuffshuffle @sweetcinnamonrollking@fangirling1998 @forythetilly @domhnallgleeful​​ AND SO MANY OTHERS —-

I love you all, so so much.







Also I just rediscovered the tag and HOLY THOR have I missed some great posts, I’ve already cried like five times what the hell

Translation lol

“Do you know who I am?!”

“Am the f*cking Moon you son of the sun!”

“No! You are not my mom! She is dead already!”

“Whoah! Solari stop making my world go round!”

( Diana has never been the type to drown her sorrows and worries via drinking as she would prefer it if she’ll just use that time to learn more about the Lunari and read books! Sure she can handle a few shots and whatnot but never more than she’s used to ( which is only a few glasses lol ) and as for Leona–

dianamoonfall : Can your Leona handle alcohol well? XD
theshieldofdaybreak : Yep
theshieldofdaybreak : I think most Rakkorians can

And there you have it! From the Moon mun and Sunpai ( Yes, I am now calling you that here in the community u v u ) themselves xD

P.S My big sis told me that I dunno how to speak drunk and well.. I really don’t cos I’ve never had much alcohol in my life. Most intake that happened was just 1 glass full of it > u >;;; )

Fall - Michael Clifford

genre: ‘fluffy’ smut 

pairing: virgin!michael/reader

word count: 5k+

Due to heavy demand, I have taken it upon myself to write an emotional, fluffy, hot, nerd, virgin!michael one shot. i’ve worked on this for the past two days and i hope you all enjoy it, because virgin!michael makes the world go round.        (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ -Karley xx

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Happy Valentine’s Day! Have some silly boys playing with cheesy puns. ao3

Kurt wakes up alone in their bed and groans, wishing that Blaine didn’t have to work today, of all days. It’s Valentine’s Day; they should both get the day off due to its importance to them. Unfair for others? Maybe. Kurt just really wants his husband with him.

At least they get tonight, when they’ll stay in and make an at-home dinner and a movie date of the evening. The last few years they’ve gone all-out, so they’d both agreed to take it sweet and easy this year.

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This time I shall not lead you into a new corner of the house of the world. We know it so well by now, after all. We know where the Fairies live and where the shadows fall, where the cobwebs really ought to be cleaned up if anyone ever gets around to it, where a window is loose, where a door creaks. We are annoyed by the stove that will not light, by the weeds in the garden, by that ungodly mess in the closet. A thing too familiar becomes invisible.
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It is time for us to Go Out.
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But do not fear, even if it is colder outside than you might prefer, if Spring has once again been rudely tardy, if the trees only have a breath of green at their tips like a fine lady’s jade rings, if the sun is pale and high and makes you squint, if the wind, for there is always wind, bites and pierces deep. Tug up your best coat round your neck and tie your longest scarf tight. You may hold my hand if you like. I promise, it is good for your health to step outside the house of the world. After all, we are not going far.
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Only so far as the mailbox.
—  Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland
Quick Note & Policy Change

Afternoon, everybody! 

I already talked about this on Twitter, so for those who saw it there, apologies for the repeat info and bear with me, please.

Everyone knows my mantra: Ship Without Shame. I believe that everybody has the right to like what they like (and dislike whatever they want).  I also believe that – when it comes to media sites / news – sites set and determine the tone and message that decides the company you keep.

I don’t expect any media site to like everything I like. I don’t care if they do or don’t.  Differences make the world go round. What I do take issue with is when a site (or podcast or round-table etc) decides to include “judgement” on viewers by commenting on the *viewer* not the fictional story/characters.  There’s been a lot of that going around in the media circles lately and it’s left me debating adjusting the policies of my social media accounts.

Shippers are fans.  Period.  We like what we like and, just like fans of action or humor or comic books, our likes & preferences are as valid as anyone elses. We do not have to apologize for it or be “quiet” about it. Or “wait our turn.”  We get to be as loud, passionate, visible, happy or unhappy as any other fan. 

If there’s a hill I die on in battle, it will be in the defense of Romance and those who enjoy it. This is why I encourage shippers to never apologize for or explain their passions.  Why I encourage you to be vocal and passionate about your hobbies and interests.  You are as worthwhile, important, and “matter” as much as any other viewer, and don’t ever forget it. You need no one’s permission.

Hand in hand with that is an expectation that – as a fan/viewer – I feel like I am treated respectfully by the media sites I choose to visit. So, after sitting back and watching this hiatus, I’m adjusting my policy on my social media accounts.

Basically what it comes down to is this: I will no longer be sharing links to sites, round-tables, podcasts, etc., that I feel disrespect me (or you) as a shipper and fan of Romance.

IIn media, words are their business.  It’s their job. Words and tone are purposeful choices. If a site chooses to use their platform to “shipper shame” (or click-bait, troll, or only try to appeal to me/Olicity/shippers when they need traffic or promotion) I am refusing to give them any of my business or promotion.  I have enough respect for myself, my interests, and – by extension – the people who visit my Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, etc., to NOT support those sites.

I know that this will undoubtedly impact what it shared here when it comes to articles, interviews, promos, etc., and I apologize for that, but I have always felt a weird responsibility to my followers to ensure that what is shared/linked here adheres to the tone I want to create on my accounts, which is a fun, safe, positive (even if that does involve criticism that I do hope is always constructive) environment for Olicity shippers.

I feel a responsibility to meet the standard of “trust” you put in me when you followed me. I hope you understand my decision and my goal to only support media that truly reflects my interests and respects me (and you) as viewers and shippers.

Thank you.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Never love someone more than you love yourself. Because yes, the saying is, love makes the world go round, but you have to remember that you are part of the world too. Make your world go round before you move on to someone else’s.
—  11:54am thoughts// you are the number one priority, always
To The Friends I've Made

Book blogging has made me so happy. I’ve met so many people who have been so caring, patient, and loving and they have reminded me what real friends are supposed to be like. I want to take a moment to thank everyone I talk to semi-regularly or regularly because you guys make my world go ‘round <3 

And if these people ever wanted to talk to me a little more, I wouldn’t be opposed. *clears throat awkwardly*

Although any of you who want to be friends, feel free to talk to me because I love making new friends! :D

*Also, these are in no particular order.

Thanks again for everyone who has become an important part of my life. I love you each dearly.