Headcanons for the losers club watching their movie. Reddie and Stenbrough being in it too please if you don't mind.
- they fast forward through the beginning because no one needs to watch georgie die, least of all bill - he hides his face in stan’s shoulder and doesn’t come back up until he feels stan squeeze his hand twice (their signal for ‘it’s okay now’) - they all cringe during most of beverly’s scenes, because she is. not at all like that in real life and they don’t treat her that way at all? no one stares at her while she’s half naked bc she’s their friend and they respect her? and wtf is that scene with seducing the pharmacist? bev literally just went into one of the isles and started crying hysterically to distract him while the boys ran out with the med supplies - all of them hate watching the scenes with henry, because they’re all very protective of each other and are lowkey glad he’s dead as fuck - richie LOVES himself in this movie. he thinks he’s fucking hilarious, he won’t stop laughing at his own jokes - stan is like??? why don’t i speak ever? - mike immediately emails the producer and demands to know why he has exactly negative-5 minutes of screen time - bev barely watches the movie tbh she doesn’t recognize any of ‘her’ actions on screen except for when she kicks her dad’s ass - they all make teasing ‘oooooh’ sounds when richie and eddie have their Moment in the neibolt house when richie holds his face, and they flush but they’re already together so whateVER GUYS - ben is embarrassed when his poem is read out loud to everybody, but they’re all kinda stunned bc wtf that shit was beautiful dude?? - they’re all very confused why ben ended up being the historian when mike’s the biggest history nerd out of all of them? ben’s the poetic soul - and why are mike’s parents dead???? why would they kill his parents?? he calls them right after the movie - they almost turn the movie off halfway through because it’s. problematic to more than just one of their friends but they all want to see them beat the shit out of the clown so they tough it out - bill and stan clutch each other when the lady from the painting bites stan’s face, and during the scene with georgie - eddie won’t stop throwing heart eyes at richie during his ‘now i’m gonna have to kill this fucking clown’ scene because seeing it once was enough but seeing it twice? richie was. he was something else - richie’s like woah… i’m actually the coolest person alive wow - they all actually cheer when bev shoves the pole down her ‘father’s throat and when eddie kicks pennywise, when stan comes to save the day and mike too, all of them just being the team they are and taking It down together - they just love the fight scene they love it so much - and of course they fast forward through the scene with georgie again because no one can handle that again - lowkey everybody cries during the blood oath scene but mike’s like “wait a second guys, we didn’t even hold hands cut to cut” - silence from the group. and then - “so? there was an AIDs epidemic” - “eddie the whOLE POINT OF A BLOOD OATH–”
it's Adam's birthday! would you mind writing something kylux as though it's Kylo's birthday? thank you!
Kylo’s dreams of standing beside Hux during his coronation as Emperor slowly fade as he wakes up, rousing into full awareness with the help of soft fingers combing through his hair. He sighs softly, eyes fluttering open to see Hux lying beside him.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Hux whispers, kissing Kylo’s head, making sure his hair is brushed out of the way, allowing his lips to graze his forehead. “But I’ve made breakfast for you.”
Kylo blinks, frowns. Hux has never made breakfast, for either of them. A droid usually delivers their morning rations to them; boring and tasteless processed food on a tray, slop that’s meant to be eggs and toast, a mug of coffee for Hux and glass of cold fruit juice for Kylo, eaten at their small, square table before parting ways for their respective work on their ship.
But the sweet smell in the air tells Kylo that this morning is different.
Hux is up and gone into the main chamber of their shared quarters before Kylo can ask what’s going on so he sits up in bed, utterly baffled by what he’s woken up to and part of him still wonders whether he’s still dreaming. Only moments later, Hux re-enters their bedroom with a lap tray in his hands, placing it down so its stands are either side of Kylo’s thighs, and Kylo becomes transfixed by the regale in front of him.
It’s a square plate instead of a bland tray, and upon it sits a neatly arranged assortment of food. There’s cooked meat on one side, with gorgeous-looking scrambled eggs nestled next to them, garnished with something green. A glass, droplets running down the side, of red fruit juice sits in the corner next to a smaller plate with two pieces of golden toast, a blue jam spread across it perfectly evenly. Kylo’s mouth waters. But the oddest thing is a small, chocolate cupcake in the corner with a single yellow candle flickering away to itself.
“Happy birthday, Ren,” Hux says, sitting down on the bed beside Kylo, kissing his cheek. “I’ve managed to clear your schedule for today and for tomorrow, so we can do whatever you choose.”
Kylo looks down at his food and then back to Hux, then to his own hands, his chest welling up with emotion.
“Well,” Hux shrugs, moving the fork to sit straight beside the plate. “By the Finalizer’s cycle, yes. You can’t possibly have forgotten when your own birthday is.”
“I don’t celebrate my birthday. Not since–” Kylo stops, remembering how Snoke had declared that Kylo Ren had been created from the ashes of Ben Solo; the boy is no more, the monster is alive. And with that, meant Kylo doesn’t have a birthday; created, not born. But he can’t dismiss Hux’s efforts. “I…I don’t even recall telling you about my birthday. Snoke wouldn’t approve.”
“I may have done my own research,” Hux says, blushing, obviously proud of himself. “I know the Supreme Leader forbids anything personal going on your personnel file so I used my own methods to explore your past.”
Kylo hums curiously, forefinger grazing across the jam on the toast, bringing it up to his lips to taste, recognising it immediately. It’s Corellian; sweet and tart but exactly what his father used to bake—
“This is bluefruit jam.”
Hux nods. “It is indeed. I apologise for the rather thick consistency. It’s my first time making jam and I’m very much an impatient fool when it comes to cooking.”
Kylo takes a bite of the toast, finding it fresh and hot, unlike the burnt and cold pieces he’s used to eating from the ship’s kitchens.
“Hux,” Kylo gasps. “It’s my favourite…How did you know? How could you possibly—”
“Straight from the horse’s mouth,” Hux shrugs. “Well. General Organa’s mouth.”
Kylo coughs, choking on the toast, reaching for the juice to quell his coughs. Hux pats him on the back but Kylo waves him away.
“How in the name of the Seven Hells did you get all of that from her?”
“I sent a man undercover,” Hux says, blasé, as though confused by Kylo’s shock. “There’s no one better to ask about what Kylo Ren’s favourite things are than his own mother. She was very willing to reminisce with a fellow ‘parent’ about her lost son.”
Kylo puts his head in his hands and groans.
“You sent one of your men undercover, into a Resistance base, spent money on the plan, all to get information about me from my mother? He could’ve been caught, our plans divulged to our greatest enemies if they’d managed to crack him. You’re insane,” Kylo laughs, eyebrows raised.
“Maybe so, but you’re happy with your bluefruit jam, aren’t you?”
Kylo hesitates but nods, taking another bite, finishing the first piece, his tummy filling with butterflies at the memories it’s bringing back.
The Solo-Organa’s had enjoyed cooking together, though none were good at it. Leia didn’t have the patience to wait, Han wouldn’t follow the recipes and Ben just wanted to eat as soon as possible, even if that meant licking the spoon of the mixture, but bluefruit jam was something that Ben’s father had apparently took a liking to when he was a young boy, and Ben was all too enthusiastic to try it.
“I love it,” Kylo says, a spot of jam on the end of his nose. “Thank you, Hux. This is…the best birthday I’ve had in a long time.”
Hux smiles, kissing Kylo’s nose, getting the jam off before moving to kiss his cheek.
“You’re welcome, my Ren. Here’s to many more happy birthdays.”
Hux picks up the little cupcake and holds it between them. Kylo smiles, thinking of his wish, feeling like a young boy again, sat at the table with his parent’s homemade and messy birthday cake in front of him. Ben always thought long and hard about his birthday with and Kylo is no different. He hums, hesitates, and thinks. Power? Wealth? Glory? None of that means anything to Kylo without Hux.
He looks at Hux then to the candle, supposing that his childhood wish to have a real friend came true after all. The next best wish is for he and Hux to become rulers of the galaxy; powerful, wealthy and glorious.
Oh the last request made me think about this. Jimin and Jungkook agreeing switching roles without telling other members. Jungkook acting all clingy; asking for kisses, hugging Jimin a lot, telling sweet words and Jimin just (-not like rejecting him but) pushing Jungkook away sweetly. And members are just confused...
I love this! I had fun writing it too, I hope you enjoy it!
One thing Jimin and Jungkook loved to do was mess with the other members, and it got worse when they became an official couple. The members have been through various fake break ups and it’s getting harder to fool them with the couple’s antics. Jungkook has been thinking for a while about how he can make his Hyung’s confused, and he finally has an idea.
“Jimin, lets swap personalities.” Jungkook randomly says in the middle of their movie.
I’m still trying to find the best drawing style for drawing heroaca characters since my usual drawing style is not fit imo. So for now, enjoy this simple, tiny doodle of izuocha. I kinda imagined them here doing a morning walk together and chat along the way?? x'3
It seemed odd that when Erik was most upset, he would not seek solace at his piano or pipe organ, which he saved almost entirely for venting his loudest emotions, but would venture to the very top of the Opera Populaire instead. If he wanted to be alone, there was no better place than locked away in his dark room in the dark house on the dark lake beneath the opera, yet it was as far opposite as one could go that his blackest moods always brought him.
Perhaps he couldn’t stand the cloying, damp atmosphere of the fifth cellar at such times. Perhaps the cold, clear air helped calm him. Or maybe he just enjoyed looking down on everyone from a secluded pedestal. She had no idea. All she knew was that it always surprised her to find him there, and that the best thing for them both was probably to just let him be, no matter how lonely his dark silhouette looked against the pale gray sky.
But she had never been very good at doing the best thing.
And so she closed the door behind her and began to slowly walk towards that tall, forbidding form, crossing her arms against the chill wind that whipped across the roof. He couldn’t have known it was her, surely, but he still didn’t move; the door hadn’t even been locked. Something shifting uneasily in her gut told her it was a very bad sign, and that she should tread quite carefully–back the way she came no doubt, added the small, sensible portion of her mind. But her heart disagreed as per the norm, tugging her forward steadily. Intuition and its insistent whisper that something was dreadfully wrong seemed to second the foolhardy notion that brought her to stand close behind him and call out softly, “Erik? Are you all right?”
To her great surprise, he answered. His voice was soft and hoarse, and his hands opened and closed at his sides like claws as he spoke.
“Tell me, my dear, which do you dream of more often: flying or falling?”
There was something unnerving in that gently scraping murmur.
“Well….” She swallowed and took a step closer so that she could see something of his face. His head was tilted down, and his eyes seemed to look far, far away. “Both, I suppose,” she replied quietly, trying to quell the tremor in her voice. “Why do you ask?”
“It must be very nice to dream of flying instead of falling–always falling–through an endless, burning darkness. It hurts dreadfully, though there is never a bottom. Do you suppose that it what hell is like?”
Erik paused, and she didn’t know if he was waiting for her to speak; she didn’t know if she could have.
“Often one wishes there was a bottom,” he continued in that oddly detached, hollow way. “Perhaps that would end it.”
He shifted a half step closer to the edge over which his gaze seemed fixed. They were already far too close to the side for her taste; this step brought her heart right into her throat, and his next words froze it there. “It couldn’t be half as painful as falling, could it?”
His name left her as a panicked yelp. She clapped a hand over her mouth, but he didn’t seem to have noticed at all.
“Erik,” she amended in a purposefully soft, coaxing tone. “Can we…can we please go home now?”
His chin pivoted a slight but encouraging inch in her direction, away from the frightening drop so near their feet.
“Home?” he hummed distantly, almost too quiet to hear.
“Yes,” she said over a gulp. “Let’s go home, Erik. Please.” And then slowly, tentatively, with every muscle in her body tensed, she crossed the meter of space between them and gently wound her arm around his. A tense span of breathless, waiting seconds passed, and then she leaned into his side with a shuddering sigh.
She saw his head cock like a bird’s out of the corner of her eye. “Are you cold?” he asked in a voice that loosened her shoulders a little.
Her cheek nuzzled against the softness of his sleeve, and she nodded. Never had she been colder than in the moment he took that step closer to the building’s edge. It was the kind of cold that sat in her bones now and made her feel like she might never be warm again.
That same cold seized up within her when, without warning, his arm slipped from hers. Her hands shot out to grab at his clothes desperately, and it occurred to her that she could not see a thing through all the tears suddenly in her eyes, nor hardly hear the sigh he gave for how loudly she was breathing. He stood there and let her clutch his clothes and cry her tears quite patiently for a minute. After that, a handkerchief was delicately wiping over her face as he tutted at her, and she would have laughed had she not been sniffling still.
“You silly girl,” he chided gently, dabbing at her cheeks. “I was only getting my cloak for you.”
And then it slid around her shoulders like a black, sheltering cloud. He pressed his kerchief into her hands in lieu of his clothes, which he smoothed down with a sniff.
By this time she was feeling a little better, and it only increased when he reached around and pulled her close against him.
“Come. I feel a chill descending; it looks like rain.”
But she didn’t care much about the chill any longer. Tucked into his side like that, she was quite comfortable again. It was as warm as could be under his cape and his arm and his once-more watchful gaze, and warmer still the farther away they got from the edge of the roof.
She decided, as he led them away and talked of hearth fires and suppertime, that she would never let him go up there alone again.
Feyre is about to marry Tamlin. She thinks he is her soulmate, the person she is destined to be with, but her friend Rhysand knows the truth.
Since the moment
I met her, she was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.And now, with the
masterpiece of a dress that hugged her curves perfetly, the golden-brown hair
tied up in a bun that
showed the open back and the red roses within the small braids, the same colour
as her full lips…
had she decided to wear red on her wedding? Feyre
she wanted to associate it with something nice after all. Because she was happy
and in love, and that was everything that mattered.
was slow and quiet on the background, as she made one more step towards the
altar, her husband. Towards her new life. Feyre never glanced at the guests,
standing on both sides. Her beautiful eyes never left the people waiting in
front of her. Her best friend and maid of honour, my cousin Mor. Lucien. And
her beloved fiancé.
looked at me
it was better this way. I came here for my best friend. I came here because she
wanted all of her friends to share happiest day of her life with her. And if
those blue-grey eyes had looked at me, mine wouldn’t be able hide the pain I
felt. The pain of watching Tamlin marry the woman I loved.
Not my anything.
luckily, she never turned around. She couldn’t know. No matter how much I wanted
to see her beautiful eyes one more time, to make sure she was happy.
had become my favourite colour.
It was the
night of a stupid college party three years ago. Feyre had just moved to
Prythian from some small village nearby. Mor was her roommate and made her come
to the party that Helion threw for his birthday. That was the night everything changed.
I used to
see in black and white. Probably every other person in that room was the same
way. We’re all told that the world is beautiful and full of colours, but we
start seeing them from the moment we touch the person we’re destined to be
with. Our soulmate.
I had never
believed in any of this. Before my parents died, they had claimed to be
soulmates, but they were fighting all the time. It was almost like they hated
each other and stayed together only for me and my sister. I didn’t want a
relationship like that. So I just stopped believing.
How can you
know that you see only black and white, when you had never seen any colours?
You can’t miss something you can’t even imagine.
into the party and Feyre couldn’t take it anymore. She was just making her way
outside when she tripped on a forgotten cup. I saw it and hurried to catch her
before she could hit the wooden floor. The moment I touched her, my breath was
taken away and I was wordless. The first thing I saw were her beautiful eyes,
the colour of an upcoming storm.
There you are, there you are, there you are.
course, that’s the moment I realized Tamlin had tried to catch her too. She
looked at him, her mouth slightly opened.
I was looking for you, I wanted to say. But not a sound
left my mouth.
begging to whatever power to make her look at me, to see the expression on my
face, to find out. I wanted to tell her what had happened, but she hadn’t even
realized I was holding her too.
“I want to
paint you”, she whispered. “I finally know what colour looks like and I want to
looked at me from the corner of his eyes and I knew everything was over. I knew
he would hate me forever for what had happened years ago and he was capable of
anything to hurt me once more. He knew what could have happened if he hadn’t
shown and decided to play a big part in preventing it come true.
naturally let go of her arm and turn away. I kept it for myself for weeks. But
then, Feyre and Tamlin started to date officially and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I told Morrigan what had happened the night of the party and she told me I was
a stupid prick for not telling her, to let her date a monster like Tamlin. She
told me I had to tell her the truth in an instant, but I couldn’t. She looked
so happy and peaceful. I couldn’t take this from her.
time she became Mor’s best friend and later mine too. I took everything she
gave me and nothing more. Tamlin hated our friendship and we started to go out
less and less, but we never stopped. She even made me take her to the man that
had tattooed me, Cassian and Azriel. She said this was the first time she felt
like a part of a family and wanted to have the same tattoo, so she could be one
A part of my family.
she got the black tattoo, swirling on her gentle left arm, from the tips of her
fingers to her elbow. After that, I didn’t see her for over four months. She
never told me the reason, but I knew Tamlin was a part of it.
lost her beautiful smile, though. So I knew that whatever he has done, she was
still happy. She didn’t want to be parted with us, but she would still always
choose him, because Tamlin made her happy. And she was in love.
My light in
the darkness, all the colours in this world.
My soulmate, in love with someone else.
Not my anything.
Not my anything.
this over and over to myself, as she walked down the aisle. I kept repeating it
as the music stopped and suddenly she was standing before Tamlin, holding his
had happened too fast, but in the same time, to slow and painful for me to
hear anything. It was like the word had gone silent and everything I could see
or think about, was her.
Tamlin said.My body
tensed and all at once I became too aware of what was happening.
Feyre Archeron, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
I took a
deep breath and prepared myself for the answer, but a few seconds passed and it
didn’t come. Her hands slightly trembled and I felt my eyes water.
She wasn’t excited, nor was she even nervous. No, she was scared. Scared
of what was happening, what she was going to make… Scared of him. Her skin was
pale, all colour had left her cheeks. She wasn’t happy. How haven’t I seen it
“Feyre?” I more saw than heard Tamlin say. But somehow, there was no
gentleness in his features, no worry in his eyes.
I should’ve told her everything, I shouldn’t have let her do this. It
was a mistake and I knew she was too scared, too confused to leave. My
soulmate. I should’ve told her sooner…
“No.” For a heartbeat, time stopped. The whole world disappeared. And then-
“What did you say?” Tamlin snapped.
“I am not going to marry you!” Tears escaped her eyes, but her voice was
strong, secure. Her hands had stopped to tremble, too.
Tamlin was furious. He made a step to her and I stood up, preparing myself
to punch him in the face before he could do it to her first. But before I knew
it, Feyre had gotten away from him and was running towards the exit. He tried
to follow her, but Mor, Amren and my brothers were faster. The girls blocked
the door as Cassian and Azriel grabbed him. He couldn’t escape their grip, no
matter how much he tried.
Amren looked at me, her eyes full of pride from what Feyre had done, and
“Go!” my cousin hissed.
I didn’t need any more convincing as I stormed out of the building and
jumped into my car.
It took me half an hour to get there. I didn’t see her car anywhere, but
she had to be here. There was nowhere else she could have gone.
The lake was beautiful this day. The blue of the cloudless sky reflected
in the water, making it a darker shade of the colour of her eyes. I loved this
And from the moment I showed it to her, I knew she loved it too.
It was only a couple of minutes away from the city, but no one ever
came. And at night, this was the best place to look at the night sky. Every
time I come here and look at the stars, I begin to feel peaceful, like
everything is alright. I knew she did too.
So without a second thought, I got out of the black car and looked
There she was. Laying on the grass, her wedding dress dirty and all
around her, her hair a mess. I took a deep breath and put my hands in my
pockets. I approached her slowly. Every step I took towards her felt like a
lifetime. Her eyes were closed and for a moment, I thought she had fallen
“It was all my fault”, she whispered. I stopped and felt my whole body
tense. Feyre… “Staying with him.
Hurting myself. It is all my fault”
My heart broke with every word that left her mouth. It pained me to just
look at her and not be able to say anything, but I had become wordless. I
didn’t know what to do.
She opened her eyes ever so slowly and stood into a sitting position. Her
cheeks were wet from the tears she had shed. She was silent for a moment and I
finally sat next to her, my eyes never leaving hers. I gently stroked her hand,
assuring her to continue.
“I knew I wasn’t happy”, Feyre confessed, her voice hoarse from the
crying. ”I knew this wasn’t love, at least not anymore. I still thought I loved
him when he proposed, but for months those feelings faded and now… They just
aren’t here. But I kept telling myself that I was wrong. That I did love him
and I was just stressed out. I continued to lie to myself that I was happy,
that this- he- was everything I wanted, needed. He is my soulmate after all. It
is our destiny to be together…”
“We choose our own destiny, Feyre. Only you can decide who you are, what
you do and who you want to be with. And…” he
isn’t your soulmate, never was. But I couldn’t tell her. Not when she was
sad and heartbroken, when the last thing she needed was a relationship. When
she would never see me as more than her friend.
“Do you remember last year? After I made my tattoo and then just
disappeared?” I nodded, curious where she was going with this. “We had a big
fight and after that, I decided it was better to stay at home for a while. Those
months were probably the worst of my life. I lost weight, stopped eating and I
just didn’t care about anything. Life seemed pointless. I wanted to care, but I
didn’t. Tamlin acted like he didn’t see anything wrong with me and I thought… I
just thought he was fighting his own demons, trying to be better. I stopped
talking to you, because he was more stressed out than ever and I didn’t want to
make it any worse, but… The only thing
that made me want to live again- not just exist as an empty shell, but live-
was the thought of you. Of the family you introduced me to, that became my
family too. But mostly of you, Rhysand.”
My heart started to beat faster. If only I had known… She had to get
over this by herself. She had fought alone, and I had had no idea about it.
“I stayed with him only because he is my soulmate”
“He isn’t”, I heard myself say and instantly looked away. I would tell
her. I just couldn’t watch her in the eyes as I did.
Coward, I scoffed at myself.
“Tamlin isn’t your soulmate” I felt Feyre stiffen as I repeated. “The night
at the party you were drunk and confused and when you, clumsy as always,
tripped on that cup, it was both of us that caught you. The blue-grey of your
eyes was the first colour I ever saw. You were so beautiful and you didn’t even
look at me. You had eyes only for him and didn’t even realize I was standing
right beside you, too, still holding your hand.”
I finally looked up. New tears were streaming down her face and I felt
my own eyes water. There were too many emotions written in those pretty eyes.
And for the first time, I couldn’t read her at all.
I thought she was about to scream at me, beat me, offend me, for
everything I had hid from her all this time. But she did nothing of those
things. In fact, she didn’t do anything at all.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
So many reasons, but at the same time, there were no real reasons at
all. I thought for a moment. What did it matter what I would say? She probably
hated me anyway.
“At first I didn’t tell you, because I was scared. You didn’t know me
and I was afraid you would think it was some sort of a stupid prank. Then you
started dating him and I thought you were happy. When you and Mor got closer
and you became a part of our family, you always looked like everything in your
life was perfect, the way it had to be. For me, it was enough to take
everything you gave me and nothing more. If being my friend was all you wanted,
I was content to give you that. Even though it killed me to watch you with him,
I was fine with it, as long as you were happy. And I wanted that for you.” I
stopped for a moment, still refusing to meet her eyes. “I promised myself I
would let you go, because you deserved to love fiercely and be loved the same
way in return. Even if it wasn’t with me. Because I loved you, Feyre. I love
you. You are not only my soulmate, you are my everything.”
It was too late. I was a fool and it was too late to make things right.
She deserved the truth, but I didn’t deserve her at all.
Feyre gently took my chin between her fingers and made me look at her. I
expected to see only pity and anger, maybe pain, but the look she gave me… It
was full of emotion. Worry and love. I was sure I had confused myself. It
wasn’t possible, and then-
“All this time I wondered what it would be like if it was you.” The
corners of her mouth turned into a small smile. I had to have heard it all wrong,
she couldn’t really mean it. “I wanted it to be you”
I couldn’t keep the tears, I couldn’t stop the sob as it escaped my lips.
This wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real. She had escaped Tamlin, had left the
wedding and that was too much to begin with. But to say she thought about me,
wished to be with me, while she was engaged to someone else? This couldn’t be
Maybe she knew me too well, or perhaps I had said it out loud. She
wrapped her arms around me and and never let go.
“I love you too, Rhysand. I might need time to heal, but I belong to
you. I always have. And I am sorry, so incredibly sorry, that I hid away those
feelings. You deserve the world and I am sorry I made you think otherwise”
Her hand once again lifted my chin and Feyre pulled herself away, just
enough to look me in the eyes. In a heartbeat her lips met mine and I felt
happier than ever. It felt as though everything in this world had come into
place, like I had found what I was looking for all of my life.
I loved her and she loved me. That was all that mattered.
I was the one to brake the kiss, even though every inch of my body protested.
I couldn’t stop smiling. Those blue-grey eyes were looking at me with so much
happiness, life and love and it felt like the wedding had happened years ago,
in a different world, different life, because so much had changed for only a
couple of minutes… I looked at her shining eyes and knew, that my life was now
No matter what others said, blue was the colour of love.
Something terrible happened this week in our fandom, something to such an extend I NEVER would have wanted to witness here. This is supposed to be a safe place, at least I see it that way. And when I say safe place, I mean it in so may different ways. This is a place where we support LOVE, JUSTICE and stand behind people who teach us to treat people with KINDNESS and give back GOODNESS.
Being here isn’t always sunshine and rainbows, I think we all know and have experienced that. It’s come to a point of people leaving, because it’s too much. And I 100% understand them. I’ve been one of them, but I’ve come back.. Because to me this is love, home, passion, compassion, learning things about myself, learning important things about life. I choose to be here and so do everyone of you also. You choose to be here, you choose to act the way you do. Take a step back for a moment, to understand that, to stand behind that person you are.
I know, being a fic rec blog, that I do post things that aren’t suitable, in my opinion, for underage people. And I would like to take this moment to address everyone who is, if there should be one here scrolling through my blog. You deciding to come here, is your own decision and I can’t make you leave, BUT what I want is you to think and think hard, is this what you want.. When you come across a fic that has explicit content, DON’T open it. There’s a reason these warnings exist! At a certain age, you feel like you´re an adult and you want to experience things that maybe you’re body and/or mind isn’t really ready for, I know that. But maybe take a step back and try to be responsible for yourself. Be responsible. If you start to feel uncomfortable or anxious or anything in that direction, please stop reading, close the page and learn from your experience. You deciding to be here, means you’re responsible for yourself, no matter your age. I haven’t, the writer hasn’t, no one else but you have decided to make this decision. So, please take care of yourself. Rather be safe than sorry.
To all the writers out there, I would like to remind you of the use of warnings there is in ao3. We all do want to be safe and it’s amazing and important that ao3 has that warning system, so let’s keep embracing it!
To get back to the happenings of this week.. Where is the love? Where is the respect? Where is the kindness? Things and accusations and name calling has been flying around, when the reason behind it all has been wrong. Hurt and anger might have made it happen but the topics that have been talked about and the things that have been accused of these people, are serious and should not under any circumstances be played around. If there was a case of any kind of abuse, it should be dealt with respect and not spread around this site like some gossip.
Spreading lies about others is unacceptable! Believing in different truths is life. And we have a lot of bullying because of that, in our fandom. And it makes this place feel like hell sometimes. BUT when it comes personal, when the lies and bullying and name calling become things that are directed towards one or two or three people, IT IS UNACCEPTABLE!! When the accusations are so severe, it it not something you can just brush off, YOU DON’T DO IT! (If you actually are in a position where you feel like you are being abused, you find an adult and preferably also a professional who can help you process the experiences and then after that you can contact the person who has abused you if it feels like something you can do.)
I would like to ask everyone to have a moment to think, to reevaluate this situation. Not only to think about others actions but to think of your own. Do you believe in something because others told you to believe in it, or because the topics were so serious you just have to believe or because you listened to all the information and made a decision yourself?
Remember love and kindness. Remember the reason you are here. Be an adult and know respect.