can these people be any more awesome

Your local homegrown bisexual here to say lesbians who have dated/married men in the past are so fucking awesome! Your past relationships with men do not make you any less of a lesbian! Also @my bi’s! you don’t have to date more than one gender to be bi! As a community we need to promote not judging people’s sexuality by our past relationships cause it’s harmful to us all!

can i get a round of applause for *insert marginalized group here* y'all are awesome and im not just saying this bc i want validation and compliments for this incredibly easy entirely preformative activism (if i can even call it that). please reblog it so i can have even more attention and more people will see what a complete narcissist i am. k im gonna spend the rest of the day jacking off and reading call out posts about steven universe fan artists instead of doing any kind of activism that would actually make the world a better place.

heres to all the fat nonbinaries!!! this goes out to all trans people generally but because im nonbinary and don’t see a lot of posts about fat nonbinary trans ppl i dont want to forget us!

you aren’t a boy or a girl or anything or nothing based on your fat, and you aren’t NOT a boy or a girl or anything or nothing based on your fat! fat doesnt have anything to do with gender! if someone tells you that your fat makes you more or less of your gender, they’re wrong!

you can nonbinary with a fat tummy! with big arms! with or without boobs or a butt or a waist or thighs! you can be nonbinary with chubby cheeks and double chins! you can be nonbinary if your superfat too! you can be nonbinary with ANY body! you can be nonbinary at any size, height, or weight too!

you might feel dysphoria because of your body, even because of some of your fat. but i promise it isn’t the fat thats giving you dysphoria, it’s what people pretend that it means! its ok to transition while you’re fat! it’s ok for your transition to make you fat - in fact, it can be a great thing! it’s ok if your transition causes you to lose fat too (there might be a whole surgery about it :3), but please try not to lose fat on purpose, it’s not healthy. transitions should make you healthier by changing your body to what makes you feel euphoric as yourself! it’s tough, but try to recognise what makes you feel euphoric vs what makes you feel more “correct” by others’ standards - the former is what your transition should look like, not the latter!

whether you feel big, strong, weak, fluffy, soft, hard, heavy, chubby, big, or just plain fat, your gender is awesome and unique and your body is awesome too! it’s good how it is now and its good how it will be if you transition! any size, weight, or proportions are good! 

and, if you’re ok with this concept, fat nonbinary people are sexy too! you can be sexy however you want! your gender is what it is no matter how you have sex or feel sexy or with whom your have sex. and your fatness makes you sexy, because it is your body and you are sexy! you are desirable because you are fat and because you are nonbinary! i promise.

and finally it’s alright if it’s hard to believe me. i know i often feel like my fatness invalidates my gender and makes me ugly and worthless. but it should be okay for us to love our bodies and our genders and our selves! i want to try.

-love, a fat nonbinary person (still figuring out labels) who wants to transition but doesnt know how, who’s loved passionately by another nonbinary person and who loves them passionately, and who wishes there was more love for all my fat transgender family out there!

I sometimes wonder how media consumption habits are being influenced by endings becoming the exception rather than the rule.

Like, when I was a kid, you could be pretty well assured that any long-form media you followed would have an ending; not necessarily for the “big picture” storylines, but at least for individual arcs. Most literature came in the form of printed novels, and it was highly unusual for any television show that survived its pilot episode to receive less than two full seasons, owing to how the economics of syndication worked; that’s why a lot of shows that are considered classics today have entire first seasons that are just plain terrible - they could afford to take that much time to find their feet.

These days, a story-driven TV show can get cancelled after three or four episodes if it’s not an immediate hit, and a lot of people consume sequential art and prose fiction primarily via web serials, whose one-page/chapter-at-a-time publication cycle means they can stop at any point - and let’s be honest, most of them do; web-based serialisation has enormously lowered economic barriers to global publication, and that’s awesome, but it’s also had the side effect of letting people with essentially no project management skills tackle media projects where they simply have no idea what they’re getting into.

The upshot is that we’ve got a whole generation for whom it’s understood as a matter of course that any long-form media you consume is more likely than not to just abruptly end mid-arc, mid-scene, or occasionally even mid-sentence* rather than having any sort of proper conclusion. I mean, sure, we still have novels and big-screen movies, but seriously: does anybody under the age of 30 actually get the majority of their media consumption from novels and big-screen movies these days?

* I’m not kidding about this one; I’ve seen multiple webcomics and at least one fanfic that really do end mid-sentence because the final published chapter or page ends with a dialogue break!

Lose Your Keys, Find A Man

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom

Prompt: For the anon who sent in “Can you do a Derek Morgan x reader where she’s being harassing by some guy who won’t take a hint and he comes to her rescue?” 

A/N: Ah! I do love and miss my beautiful Derek Morgan so much! (Do I sound like Penelope yet lol? XD) This one is for the awesome anon who requested it and all the Morgan girls out there, not enough fics for him exist and I am happy to add to the collection. Enjoy :) Also, I’m still taking requests so if you want to hit up that asks box!

Note: (Y/N/N): your nickname

Word Count: 1.7 K

Rating: PG (maybe PG-13 if you really squint)

“Just one more drink she said, it’ll be fun she said! More like she’ll become a pain in the ass who can’t stand up,” you muttered as you dragged your friend Elizabeth out of the club with the help of your other friend Molly. The three of you had met your freshman year of college at Virginia Tech. Other than having one freshman english class, the three of you had polar opposite class and career tracks. You were a corporate lawyer, Molly was on the fast track to being a neurosurgeon, and Elizabeth was an aspiring painter. The three of you became inseparable and still shared an apartment, six years later. And it was times like this where you were glad you all had that kind of history else you might have killed the two of them by now. When you went out, you usually assumed the duty of being designated driver and “mom” of the night, while your two friends chose to drink ‘til they dropped, literally. 

“Look on the bright side, you can give her hell for this and shine a bright light in her eyes in the morning,” Elizabeth mumbled, stumbling slightly due to her drunk state and Molly’s extra weight on her shoulder. 

“Yeah right,” you snorted, “We both know that I’ll be handing out ibuprofen and coffee to you both in the morning and saying, ‘poor sweet baby’”. 

“True, but hey at least I’m not as much of a pain to handle,” she replied, as you hailed a cab. 

“Don’t even go there,” you said playfully bumping her shoulder. The passing cab came to hault and with you and Elizabeth’s combined efforts you managed to settle Molly inside. You reached in your purse for your wallet to ensure you could pay the fair and made a horrible discovery. “Shit, I think I dropped my keys,” you groaned.

“Just run inside and go find ‘em. We can wait.”

“No, it’s fine. I have no idea where I dropped them and this could take awhile. You need to get her home before she gets sick in the car.”

“Ok, just be careful. See you at home,” Elizabeth said. You closed the door of the cab and watched them drive off. You quickly walked back into the bar, not wanting to be outside for two long. You weren’t paranoid, just cautious. You’d heard too many horror stories women getting kidnapped outside of bars late at night. You quickly started scanning the room for a thick wad of keys as you walked back in. Not immediately catching sight of them, you trudged over to the bar. 

“Hey, Nick. Has anyone turned in a set of keys in the last ten minutes?” you asked the bartender, who you’d gotten to know since your friends loved this bar. 

“Afraid not (Y/N). Only things back here other than little old me are the drinks and a couple of notepads,” he replied cheekily. 

“Ha, well that was worth a shot. I’m going to go look over at the booth where we were sitting but if I can’t find them and they get turned in you’ll let me know right?”

“I’ll holler if they turn up.”

“Thanks,” you replied sadly, and dragged your feet over to the booth where you’d been stationed with your friends for the past three hours. You could kick yourself right now. All you wanted was to go home, but instead you were stuck at the bar looking for keys that you weren’ t even sure were there. You looked under the booth, then crawled in and stuck your hand down in the seats hoping maybe the keys had slid down in between. 

“Hello, pretty lady. Come back for more already?” some guy slurred as he stumbled toward you. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye and immediately recognized him as the man who’d spent the majority of the night trying to pick you up. And in turn, you’d spent most of the night trying to get away from him and his awful breath that stank of alcohol, which signalled to you that he’d had way too much to drink. 

“Just trying to find my keys,” you replied, casually and kept sliding your hand around the seats. 

“Well, maybe I could help you with that,” he muttered, in as sultry of a voice as he could muster up and slid his hand up your thigh and onto your ass. 

“What the hell are you doing?” you growled and flipped around, after ripping his hand off you.

“Just trying to get a little play baby.”

“Well find someone who wants to play with you.”

“Aw c’mon, pretty lady. I seen the way you and your friends dance with anything that moves. I just want a little of that attention.”

“And as I have politely told you all night, I’m not interested,” you snapped, using your foot to push him back a few feet. The man glared intently at you and you instantly regretted that last move. 

“Now listen here you-”

“Hey buddy, the lady said no so why don’t you back off,” a voice said from behind the man as a hand landed on his shoulder. You flicked your eyes up to the owner of the voice and you savior. Tall, muscular, and handsome as hell. Honestly, he looked more like he belonged in a movie than here in real life rescuing you from some guy. 

“Why don’t you mind your own business buddy?” the drunk man sneered, shrugging the foreign hand off of his shoulder. Your hero (as you had labeled him in your head) stepped between you and the drunk.

“It is my business when men like you are harassing a woman. So why don’t you scram before I have the other FBI agents in the room book you for attempted assault and harassment?” he replied flashing a gun and credentials. The man took one last look at you over his shoulder before stumbling off toward the door. “Well, that takes care of that,” he muttered straightening up before turning to you and offering a hand to help you out of the booth. “You alright?” 

“Yes,” you replied, taking his hand and pulling yourself out of the booth to stand in front of him. “Thank you so much, I’ve been trying to shake that asshole all night.” 

“Sorry I didn’t notice sooner.”

“It’s ok. He wasn’t being that ballsy earlier.”

“Well, no woman deserves to be treated that way,” he said. “Didn’t I see you leaving with your friends a few minutes ago?”

“Yeah, I put them in a cab to head back to our apartment once I realized I had dropped my keys somewhere in the bar earlier,” you told him as you did another scan of the bar. “I was trying to see if maybe they had slid down into the seat when the drunk bastard started creeping on me again.” You turned your eyes back to your companion and found him kneeling on the ground, pulling your keys out from under the booth. 

“These what you’re looking for?”

“Yes, thank you so much…”

“Sorry, manners slipped my mind. Derek Morgan,” he replied, handing you your keys. 

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), and given that you just essentially rescued me from some creep minutes ago I’m pretty sure your manners are fine,” you teased fiddling with your keys. 

“Like I said, it’s not right to treat ladies that way, especially one’s with smiles as pretty as yours,” he said, flashing a dazzling smile at you. You grinned at him and tucked your hair behind your ear. You were suddenly very aware that you were being watched. Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed a table full of people who were trying to nonchalantly watch the exchange going down between the two of you. 

“Well, I think I’m going to get going. I’ve got to drunks to take care of at home and I wouldn’t want to keep you from your friends any longer, but you might want to tell them to try being more discreet if they plan on watch people,” you chuckled. 

“I can walk you out if you want,” Derek suggested.

“You’ve been nice enough already, and the bartender is a friend so I’ll ask him to. It was nice to meet you, Derek,” you replied. 

“Nice to meet you too, (Y/N),” he said and sauntered off back to his friends. You sighed dreamily and walked up to the bar. 

“Success,” you declared, leaning on the bar, and dangled your keys for Nick to see. 

“Awesome, now I don’t have to scour the bar for those when I close,” he replied washing glasses. 

“Nick, would you mind walking me out to my cab? It’s kind of late,” you asked, slipping said keys back in your purse where they belonged. 

“Didn’t Derek offer to walk you out?”

“How did you know that? And second question, you know him?” 

“First, I’m a bartender I hear everything. I was about to step in for you earlier, but Derek was ordering a drink and said he would handle it. Second, I don’t know him per say, but the crowd of FBI agents over there are regulars,” Nick explained as he set the glass down and picked up another. “He’s a big hit with girls, but I don’t think he’s seeing anyone.”

“I know what you’re implying, and knock it off. He’s way out of my league,” you shot back. 

“C’mon, (Y/N/N). You, my friend, are a catch and he’s a great guy who knows how to treat a woman right.”

“What do you want me to do, Nick? Walk over there and drop my number on a napkin in front of him?”

“Or you can give it to him now since he’s walking over here,” Nick mumbled, suddenly very busy cleaning that glass. 

“(Y/N),” Derek said as he walked up beside you. 

“Hi again,” you replied. 

“Stop me if I’m being too forward, but I was wondering if I could maybe take you out to get a coffee?”

“Like right now?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Derek nodded. “It’s almost one o’clock in the morning.”

“Well, I am a man who believes in living in the present,” he replied chuckling, “but I do see your point.” 

“You know what, I know a great diner that makes a mean cup of coffee and a fantastic milkshake,” you mentioned adjusting the strap on your purse. 

“Well, Miss (Y/L/N), let’s go,” he said grinning as he offered you his arm. You giggled as you took it. Who knew you’d find your knight in shining armor as a result of losing your keys under a booth? 


A/N: ok so when I was writing the first part it suddenly hit me what the conversation with the team would be like after Morgan saves the reader and goes back to the table, but I couldn’t figure out how to work it into the story so I’m including it as a bonus scene. Enjoy :)

“Nice to meet you too, (Y/N),” Derek muttered and strolled back over to the table the other BAU members were perched around, still thinking about (Y/N)’s beautiful eyes and smile. 

“So, is she prettier upon closer inspection?” Rossi teased as Morgan leaned against the table. 

“What are you talking about?” Morgan asked, snapping out of his stupor. 

“Derek, c’mon you are sitting which a group of profilers. Don’t think we haven’t noticed that you’ve been staring at her since we got here,” JJ replied, waggling her eyebrows at him. That was true, the team had arrived about an hour ago to continue their night of bar hopping and that was when Derek had noticed (Y/N). She had thrown the BAU’s resident player off of his game, big time. Instead of approaching and mingling, he’d decided to take the road of observing watching the way her smile lit up her face as she laughed with her friends and swung her hips. 

“We also agreed never to profile each other and I haven’t been staring,” Derek grumbled. 

“Right, so what’s her name?” Penelope asked leaning toward him. 


“And I’m assuming you got her number, so when are you seeing her again?”

“I didn’t get her number,” he replied. A collective groan spread around the table, while Spencer smiled in the corner and extended his hand. 

“Told you, now fork it over all of you,” he said victoriously, taking a ten dollar bill from each member of the team. 


“They bet that you’d have a date and her number by the time you walked back over here, and I noted the fact that you were ‘off your game’ as you would say, so I bet them you wouldn’t and I definitely won,” Reid explained, smiling smugly. 

 “Chocolate Thunder, bet aside I expect you to march back over there and score yourself a date else I hack her phone and call her for you,” Penelope threatened, poking his chest.

“I’ll show you who’s not off his game,” Derek grumbled, downing one of the shots that had been for the table before spinning and marching toward the bar where (Y/N) was chatting up the bartender. 

“Atta boy!” Prentis shouted.

“WHOO! GO CHOCOLATE THUNDER!” Penelope cheered.

Minhyun: “We have to be more humble. Always be humble.”

NU'EST’s participation on Produce 101 season 2 has brought upon a lot of scrutinize on the boys, and definitely on us, the L.O.V.E fandom. Dear L.O.V.Es, things we do or say can and will reflect on the boys. Just like Minhyun said - we have to be humble, and careful of our actions. There had been a lot of upsetting moments, frustrations and unjust assumptions, but those are not reasons for us to get warped in bitterness. 

There’s a lot of posts and anger directed to Pledis, but there’s nothing worth your time to focus on it right now. As Baekho mentioned in the interview, they had lower and lower album sales each time, and we have to ask ourselves, how many of us supported them during the most crucial promotion period? L.O.V.Es, let’s stop the hate for a moment and reflect upon ourselves, then build ourselves up from square zero again with the boys. 

Help to guide new fans and show them what NU’EST have to offer; pick no fights with those who attack us and they will pass us by; never put someone else down to elevate the boys’ because that is exactly the same as what they are going through right now; respond with tactfulness when needed; show support with gifs and encouraging messages, with likes on videos and positive comments. Remember, we are called L.O.V.Es, so let us focus on the positive, and spread the love. We are in it together, and we have to be more humble, we have to always be humble.

Sincerity is what touches people, positive mindset is what makes them stay, and humility is what helps us grow. Keep supporting the boys in any ways you can, and be awesome, fellow L.O.V.Es!

With ♥
Admin A

morning routine & tips

Since our morning can be that make-or-break time that sets you up for a good day or a bad day, I googled a lil bit to try and find some stuff that might be helpful for establishing few nice habits that  (with no special effort I hope) will put you on the path of stringing together good day after good day. So here they are; ♡

1. Drink a glass of water (if possible warm one so you get your body going because it was 8! hours without any water!! And you can add some lemon that will help get your digestive system ready for the coming meals, and make the water tastier or maybe a little bit of honey!

2. You probably heard this one like hundred of times but TRY TO WAKE UP EARLIER! There are so much benefits of waking up early and here are some of them that people who wake up early are proved to do;

  • Studies from 2008 showed that people who wake up earlier earn better grades!
  • Better planners - using that extra time in the morning for organization and setting goals is awesome?!
  • Get better sleep (the irony tho, but for real!) - your body is getting more restorative sleep and is in tune with earth’s circadian rhythms.
  • They are more optimistic and satisfied

3. Do a stretching routine 

 Your body will be thankful and you’ll feel awesome. Here’s a 5 minute stretch that you can do in the morning to wake up your body (or if you have any work out routine - that’s even better!)

4. Listen to your favourite music

Or anything that is uplifting and makes you feel good! Here’s one playlist that’s really calming if you don’t have any ideas on your mind. If you don’t feel that one, check out this one!!

5. Eat a real breakfast

Because you will have more stable blood-sugar levels, and you will be less hungry over the course of the day. And these are just the statistics for people who eat any breakfast. When you eat a healthy breakfast, the doors to a productive day swing wide open. A healthy breakfast gives you energy, improves your short-term memory, and helps you to concentrate more intensely and for longer periods!! So eat and NEVER EVER skip it please!

6. Smile at yourself for 30 secons in the mirror

This one might be awkward (well, it is) but you’ll be surprised at the positive thoughts it inspires plus it’s basically just a matter of designating some time as true “me time” and seeing a happy you reflected back in the mirror.


7. Set 3 most important things you need to get done for today. 

Once you establish the habit of getting the most important three things of the day done, you’ll be able to build up confidence and go for bigger and bigger things. A funny thing also happens, all of the smaller stuff that you thought needed to get done either does get done without being on your list of three, or fades away because it wasn’t that important to begin with.

And before finishing, I just want to leave this quote here; 

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.”
Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay


People were sharing their… “Viktuuri progress” at twitter, I guess lol So I wanted to do mine too!

Admittedly the first pics were done in the middle of an art style crisis, but after some tips here and there and being surrounded and inspired by so many talented and awesome people in this fandom, I finally feel like I’m heading towards a style that’s comfortable for me ♥

Ofc I’ll never stop trying new things and learning a bit more everyday, but I think I can achieve being remembered as “that artist who draws blushing Viktuuri with lots of flowers” ahahah

But consistency? What is that? 8)

(Do not repost anywhere, and add credits in your bio if you’re using any of them as icon, thanks!)

Has anybody talked about Arby’s Genius Social Media?

I’m not sure who at Arby’s Corporate made the decision but whomever runs thir various social media sites (twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, etc.) is a fucking genius. Being online one needs to really snag an audience and people who will like their posts. However fast food and photos of what your food won’t actually look like can only go so far. So what did Arby’s do right?

They tapped into the fandoms. Any fandom. Big fandom, small fandom. People who are fans of entertainment and media are at an all time high now more than ever because of the internet. It’s generally waht people do talk about on their various accounts - the latest episodes of Game of Thrones, Netflix adding another awesome Marvel series, Doctor Who coming back, or hell even animations like RWBY and Steven Universe. Point is it’s big.

And boy does Arby’s fucking rock for what they post. Usually posting around significant days like the premiere of new seasons of shows or movies. And they make the most awesome creations from general items you’d find at a fast food restaurant.

From a kick ass Crescent Rose for the RWBY fandom:

To Metroid:

Game of Thrones

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Adventure Time (very clever)

Suicide Squad

Doctor Who

I mean just… I hope Arby’s Social Media team is getting their due credit. Because it’s these hooks of cool fandom appreciation that’ll then get us to say “Hey… I want the meats”.


MOODBOARD SLYTHERIN+RAVENCLAW friendship (requested by: @maccallme@augureyblackgaunt, @purified-through-flames​ )
dynamic duo of strategy. if there is something they want, they are gonna get it. with a ravenclaw’s creativity and quick-thinking combined with slytherin’s ambition and people-smarts, they can get their hands on anything, from an item in the forbidden section of a building to sold-out concert tickets to a job. their friendship is based on what they can do for each other, but not in a cold, “if you weren’t useful i wouldn’t be friends with you” way. it’s more of a, “you are an awesome person to have around and we kick so much ass together and i love that.” (words.) (got any requests?

Girls Need Heroes, Too: In Defense of Magical Girls

Of all the different types of anime, the magical girl anime is probably the sub-genre that is most looked down upon. Magical girl animes are bright and colorful, they always involve middle- or junior-school-aged girls gaining superpowers and having dramatic transformation scenes, and there’s plenty of fan service in terms of skimpy outfits and simpering looks.

Originally posted by thedragoon

People, even the more open-minded anime watchers, have a tendency to dismiss magical girl animes due to what they perceive as a standard storyline and stock characterization; they’re blinded by the plethora of pink, the frills and short skirts, and the girlish laughter, and they miss the more serious and frequently dark side of these shows.

Originally posted by kagenui

Like any television show, anime or otherwise, magical girl animes have stories and messages that are both entertaining and relevant. Few shows have as much optimism and determination as magical girl animes, yet these shows also provide a realistic (at least as realistic as you can get on shows where girls are granted magical powers to fight the forces of evil) look at the sacrifices and pain that heroes must face. Magical girl animes are able to blend important lessons with joy and levity, and there are a number of reasons that they’re worth watching.

One of my favorite things about magical girl animes is the way they portray friendship. Even if a magical girl starts out on her own, it’s inevitable that she’ll end up surrounded by a team of other magical girls and occasionally a token magical boy. Like any story involving teamwork, there’s going to be some conflicts and some drama, but ultimately, it’s the strength of the team and their friendship that helps them save the day.

Originally posted by ladyofacat

Originally posted by fyeahsailormoon

Magical girls don’t always start off as friends-in fact, they sometimes start off as annoyances at best and flat-out adversaries at worst-but there are few things that bring people together quite as well as having to save people (or the city or the earth or the universe or all of space and time; you get the idea).  

Originally posted by sylneon

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

But despite the task of working together to save the day, the friendships in magical girl animes are always realistic. As I said, magical girls don’t always get along with one another. Becoming a magical girl is rarely a choice; it’s typically the result of some outside circumstance such as a perceived aptitude for being a hero, an accident, or a grand destiny, and as a result, the chosen girls are very different types of people with different personalities, motives, and attitudes towards their new role.

Originally posted by madokamagicaruinedmylife

Originally posted by densetsu-sailor-moon

The resulting clashes are typically the direct result of these differences, yet as the girls work more and more as a team, these conflicts become less and less common. It’s hard to rely on someone to have your back without forming some sort of more personal bond, and eventually, even those magical girls who would rather work alone find themselves forming friendships with their fellow magical girls. There are still plenty of ups and downs, but that’s true of any friendship, magical or otherwise, and these shows aren’t afraid of portraying the good times along with the bad, giving viewers a well-rounded look at the personal relationship of magical girls. Yes, there may be more makeovers or shopping trips or sleepovers than other animes, but these types of scenes go to show that magical girls and other heroes have lives outside of saving the day, and they enjoy the time they have with their friends doing things they enjoy.

Originally posted by checkyesbraixen

Originally posted by theonewhohelptosetthesun

Originally posted by homurahyakuya

Originally posted by heartcoma

But that doesn’t mean these magical girls don’t enjoy kicking some bad guy butt. They’ve got superpowers and awesome weapons and they know how to use them. Magical girl animes are really at the top of the list in terms of girl power. These ladies can fight, they can strategize and plan, they can work as a team and take down any villain or monster that stands in their way, and they look cute while doing it.

Originally posted by weissrose

Originally posted by psychopass

Originally posted by nicorobin

In the world of superheroes, there are infinitely more men than women, leaving young girls at a bit of a loss in terms of role models. Magical girls provide female heroes for people to look up to and admire. Magical girls fight for a cause, they don’t compromise their values, and they’re willing to sacrifice themselves to save others. They’re just as capable and worthy of admiration as any guy hero, yet they’re often brushed aside because of their girlishness.

Originally posted by nenecchi

Originally posted by rusianmio

Originally posted by httptsunderethighs

Which is really a shame, because these magical girls are proof that you can be girly and still totally kick butt. Whether it’s straight-up physical combat, mastery of weapons-everything from guns to swords to archery to a yoyo- or actual magical powers such as control over an element, these ladies are fearsome and powerful. 

Originally posted by ladynoir-aka-life

Originally posted by anime

Originally posted by every-rabbit-is-trans

But sometimes they’re powerful enough to hurt more than they help, particularly when it comes to getting hurt themselves. Magical girls sometimes find themselves in situations that their weapons and skills can’t overcome, and they must sacrifice some part of themselves, be it their magical girl status, a physical ability, or their humanity itself. These are frightening and painful decisions to make, yet magical girls never seem to back down from making them. They know what has to be done, and they’re willing to do whatever it takes to save the day. 

Originally posted by panzoom

Originally posted by asami-snazz

Originally posted by sirens-coven

Originally posted by homuraholic

Originally posted by rito2ru

Originally posted by yazzydream

Knowing that being a magical girl of any kind would have its downsides might deter some from accepting such a role, but those who do become magical girls always do so because they believe in what being a magical girl embodies. Even more, they have hope that their sacrifices and pain will make the world a better place. No matter how dark things may get, it seems like magical girls have an ability for endless hopefulness: hope that evil can be overcome, hope that people can change, hope that their choice to do the right thing will be enough.

Their hope is not always realistic and it’s not always rewarded, yet their unfailing willingness to hope for something better even when all seems lost is admirable. Just seeing magical girls pushing back against their enemies no matter what makes viewers believe that their own problems can be overcome. Even when everything seems to be falling apart, there’s hope that tomorrow will be better, and people have a tendency to forget that. Luckily we have characters like magical girls to remind us to be hopeful and to do whatever we can to bring hope to others.

Magical girl animes truly have a lot to offer everyone. There are complex characters, twisted and dramatic storylines, and epic fight scenes. Many of the shows have fantastic animation as well, along with great scores and visually-stunning transformation sequences.

Originally posted by mysweet-milkshake

Originally posted by purple-link-pone

Originally posted by lightgeline

Critics aren’t wrong when they say magical girl animes are usually fluffier and more lighthearted than other animes or other animated shows, but that’s not what makes these animes so good. These fluffy moments provide a brief respite between the truly hard choices, the sacrifices and the losses.

Magical girl animes show that girls can be just as good as the boys. They can be just as tough, just as powerful, just as heroic. And they can do it all while wearing a combat skirt and heels, something I’d love to see their male counterparts attempt. Magical girls and magical girl animes deserve the same acknowledgment and appreciation as their contemporaries for being unabashedly what they are: celebrations of the great things girls can do with hope, determination, and a bit of magic.

Originally posted by unicorns-ate-my-memories


hi im leaving this blog (if you haven’t already realized that) and there are about a million reasons as to why im leaving, the main being im not happy here at all, the community is not the best, it’s dying, it’s becoming a race for who has the most this or that, etc. etc. it hasn’t all been bad though, ive met some really great people like @dandromedas , @lesterally , @phillester , @2k17rebrand , @furryphil , and so so many more awesome pals, i even met my girlfriend @marigoldbub on here and that changed my life, it just feels kinda toxic (sorry if any of you get offended god forbid (oh yeah that’s another thing)) but uhh yeah, that’s about it, i still love dan and phil i just can’t stand to be apart of this side of tumblr or be apart of the ‘phandom’ .. im on tumblr elsewhere and im finally really enjoying it which feels great, no stress, im not sad about being on here anymore :“) i hope you all do well.. it was fun while it lasted, thanks, see ya

Super-Mega-Foxy-Awesome-Hot Olicity Fic Recs!

I felt the need to share my favorite fics with the fandom to help survive this hiatus, Hope you enjoy :) 


Blind and Unable to Speak Oliver is Blind & Felicity Can’t Speak + A Dangerous Situation 

*Hide Aways “You keep - ow! - ace bandages inside your jacket?” Felicity is mind-boggled by this. “Like - inside?”“Yes,” Oliver says calmly, like this is no big deal at all, like it’s totally normal for somebody to sew medical supplies into custom-made Italian businesswear, like everybody does it and Felicity is the one who’s weird for questioning it.

Write It Right Felicity leaves Oliver messages by writing on his arm, and he starts doing the same to her.

*Six Times Felicity Uses Post-It Notes and One Time Oliver Does Olicity being adorable and hilarious 

Little Black Dresses and King-Sized Messes Canon divergence during the Summer of Unbearable Sexual Tension. Kissing on a mission undercover.

Challenges Made, Promises Kept When Felicity issues Oliver a challenge that includes her on his back while doing push-ups, it becomes a daily moment for the two and their friendship strengthens because of it.Otherwise known as the “Felicity sits on Oliver’s back while he does push-ups” fic

Not Just a Close Shave While at a gala, Isabel Rochev notices a speck of blood on Oliver’s face, Felicity steps in to cover and finds out that Oliver might not be as okay as they all think.

I Woke Up Like This The morning after the night before. Felicity isn’t feeling flawless. Adult content (sexytimes).

Tight Spot and a Hard Place While on an undercover mission, Oliver and Felicity find themselves in a tight spot. Oliver is forced to become suddenly very aware of his attraction to his beautiful little IT girl. A humorous one-shot.

Flashback Thanks to The Flash, some visitors from the Future help to give Oliver a new perspective on some things. Season 3, humorous. 

Not So Platonic Feelings Felicity has a horrible migraine, Oliver knows how to help. But will he be able to keep his feelings in check?

Lean on Me Post Flash 1x08. Felicity helps take care of injured Oliver after his fight with Barry. Aka they are so married and they don’t even know it

But You Stood By My Side Night After Night (You Loved Me Back To Life) Oliver and Felicity stuck in a trunk, queue felicity squirming and Oliver really notices.

Reaching For You Oliver comes back from a bad night out as the Hood, and when Felicity refuses to leave him alone, the lines of their friendship are tested. 

No Talking The one where Felicity loses her voice.

I Wore the Wrong Shirt Today A distracted Felicity leaves the house with a dark bra under a light top, Oliver has trouble keeping his eyes on her face. She has no clue why he seems uncomfortable.

Darling heart, I loved you from the start (But you’ll never know what a fool I’ve been) For Oliver Queen, the soul mate mark was a curse, at least until it was a blessing. Soulmate AU. 

Branded with your mark (I wear it proudly on my chest above my heart) “I’m very happy it’s you,” he said. Soulmate AU.


*Forever Is Composed Of Nows Oliver & Felicity future toddler shows up because the future is to dangerous for her in season 2. THE BEST fanfic I have ever read. Words can not describe how awesome this is, just read it, even if you hate future fics give it a try. 

*Monsters in the Dark Lets just say I have re-read this more than any other fic ever. Felicity has the ability to see guardians, spirits that protect the majority of people. Some guardians talk, others don’t. Oliver Queen’s is a sassy, chatty beast. She starts helping Oliver, forming Team Arrow, and getting drawn into the pull that is Hurricane Oliver. 

Tango After a mission goes wrong Felicity and the team have to deal with the ramifications, and how to handle her going undercover once again.  Oliver tangos, enough said. 

What Happens In Russia… When Diggle disappears, Oliver and Felicity travel to Russia to track him down. But their trip is interrupted by the presence of Isabel Rochev, and things do not go as planned. What happens in Russia doesn’t always stay in Russia…

Technical Assistance  Felicity Smoak swore she’d provide technical assistance to all who need it. She’s just not prepared for her newest client.A story that shows another way Felicity and Oliver could have met. Major slow burn. 

What happened in Vegas… It’s all fun and games until you wake up hung-over and married to a stranger. Five years ago Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak made a drunken mistake that could never be corrected. After years on a hellish island he comes back as a man on a mission only to find out that what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas. (Season One Rewrite)

The Offer The evidence was stacked against her. The murder of her boyfriend was a crime that she didn’t commit, but the judge and jury didn’t see it that way. Felicity was preparing herself for the guilty verdict and a life in prison. Except that the night before her final trial, a masked stranger offers her another option. The opportunity to disappear, live a life in the shadows. A chance to get justice for others, justice that wasn’t awarded to her.

Remove All Doubt “Really shouldn’t that list have been titled ‘Oliver Queen’s Top 5 Ways To Turn You On?”When a group of Oliver’s former flames decide to spill the illicit details of his private life, Felicity cleans up the mess but not before her babbling inadvertently lays down a challenge.

Times Like These A man from Felicity’s past she never thought she’d see again suddenly appears in Starling City, bringing with him memories she’d rather keep forgotten, and a new threat. Felicity is Kidnapped Fic. 

I Could Get Used To This Oliver offers Felicity a place to stay while she looks for a new apartment.

Fifty Bucks Says When Oliver Queen lets Felicity Smoak move in as his platonic roommate, Tommy, Thea and Digg don’t believe for a second it’ll last. So of course they’re going to try and make money off of it.

Although I can’t promise you will love all these fic’s as much as I have, I sincerely encourage you to at least try the ones with a * star next to them, they will give you all the feels, and they are still my favorite fics of all time :) Check out my blog if you would like & please send me recommendations for more fics  :) @overwatchsmoakk

Originally posted by olicitytherapy

I never regretted falling in love. I was happy to live such days with someone I would give my eyes to, glad I experienced such desire, power, pain, the scars, tragedy, and drama. love taught me reading, writing, and dreaming, love teaches more than you can imagine, love makes you wiser whether it had a happy or sad ending, love teaches you to think twice before taking any action and shows you the hidden sides of yourself, it makes you question things you thought you already have answers to, love wakes the dead parts of your soul.
Therefor love is awesome, even if people are rubbish, it’s still awesome.
TF2 RP community

Alright listen up kiddos whom I love. Have any of you ever wanted to rp a tf2 merc? Have you had the urge, but felt too anxious or inexperienced to do so?


Please do it. Please please please do it. The TF2 RP community is barely alive since most of our roleplayers have left. As someone who is in the community and really feels the emptiness, I am 100% ready to do something about it and encourage more writers to join!

As someone who’s been roleplaying in the community as long as this blog has existed, I have to say it has been a blast. It’s an amazing experience and the people we have left are awesome! 

So here’s what I have to offer: Want help learning how RPing works? How to set up your blog? Your muse? ANYTHING? Hello it’s your friendly neighborhood Astral here to help in any way I can! Not only will I assist you in the making and set up, but I’ll make sure to help get your blog promoted and out there!

If you don’t like it? Then you can delete! Roleplaying is meant to be a fun hobby, so it’s up to you what you do! Please, help me revive the tf2 rp community!!

Shabby Sandcastles Pt 2; C.H.

A/N: Due to popular demanded, I’ve given this part 2 a go. Happy reading.

“Y/n! Y/n wait!” She stops in her tracks, but doesn’t turn around at the sound of my voice. I wouldn’t blame her. She doesn’t speak, just stands there completely motionless, waiting for me to do something. “I’m sorry.” I mutter, probably not completely genuine if you ask me, but all the well, I meant it.

“I saw that yeah. I haven’t done anything wrong to you so in what right mind makes you think you can treat me in such a way?” Her voice is strained, but full of emotion - anger, maybe even hatred, towards me. I can’t come up with something proper to give her as an answer and decide to just stay quiet.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” She speaks louder this time and I can feel my cheeks heating when a few people down the corridor turn their heads. “Y/n, I’m sorry it’s just…” I trail off. She won’t be too happy with me when I just tell her she isn’t cool enough for me, because she most definitely is.

“Just what? You’ve got a reputation to uphold?” She cocks an eyebrow at me and a devious grin makes its way into her lips while she stares at me. I can feel the guilt and shame become apparent on my features and I think it fuels her anger she’s storing - just for me. “You don’t understand. Luke and - well you know - I can’t go back to how it was before Y/n. I just can’t.”

“Then I guess you can’t talk to me, right? Let’s end it now then and get it over with.” She huffs and turns on her heel again, ready to stalk away from me. “Y/n babe come on, wait.” I speak a bit louder while my fingers curl around her wrist. The death glare I receive speaks a thousand words, but I do not release my hold.

“Why didn’t you text me back?” I mumble, eyes cast towards the floor when I feel her pulling cease and let go of her wrist. I cross my arms over my chest, something defensive about it, when she slowly shakes her head at me. “We still aren’t completely housed in, Calum. I’ve been working on our new home for almost two weeks alongside my parents to get it a little bit more home-y. If I did get a chance to look at my phone I wouldn’t be awake long enough for a full text message.”

I don’t respond because somehow I knew she wasn’t like the other girls and wouldn’t keep me hanging on some thin line while talking to ten other males. She wasn’t like that. “So I’m sorry that I may have hurt your feelings, Calum. But sometimes life doesn’t go easy on you, it’s not like I want to be here.”

“I was enthralled when I saw you on the courtyard this morning.” I lazily smile, hoping to pull a small smile - any smile would suffice - from her lips. I fail.

“I didn’t notice any of that when you just blatantly ignored me two minutes ago.” If her words would be poisonous, I would’ve given up by now and accepted my faith. But I’m not giving up this easily.

“Let me take you out. I could show you around, and I can make it up to you. It’s a win-win for you.” I take both of her hands and feel more and more people stopping to stare, ignoring their conversations and focusing solely on ours. “And what’s in it for you?”

“I get to hang out with this awesome friend I made during the summer. And who knows.” I throw her a wink and I see the hint of a smile appear but she decides to scoff. “No and who knows Calum. I’m not someone who lets people walk all over her without consequences.” She smiles up at me and I feel my chest warm up - the same feeling I have felt all summer while I was around her.

“Tonight?” I ask hopefully while I let her hands go, taking a step back. “Can’t. Have to help my mom with the basement.”

I can feel my heart drop into my shoes that she might blow me off every single suggestion I make. “But how about this weekend? I’m free Friday night.” She chuckles when she sees the humongous grin that probably will remain for the rest of the day.

“I’ll make time. I’ll see you then?” I grin taking a few steps back towards the doorway as I watch her grin shyly, nodding her head. “Great.”


“I’m sorry I’m late. Got held up at the boys.” I sheepishly grin as soon as Y/n opens the door. The small smile playing on her lips shows me that she isn’t angry with me. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Well, I told you I’d show you around, didn’t I? So, let’s start with something to eat at one of my favourite places.” I start guiding her towards my car to start a night she hopefully would forgive me with and would be unforgettable all the same.

“This is the best pizza I’ve ever tasted! I think I’m in love.” Y/n mumbles with a mouth full of pizza, nodding her head along to emphasise her words. “Well, eat up. Because I have ice skating planned after.” I wink at the beautiful girl in front of me and her face lights up immediately. She shoves another bite of pizza past her lips before she drops the crust onto her plate.

“Let’s go then. I’m excited to see what you have in store. I can’t skate though.” She purses her lips and I chuckle, shaking my head as I stand up. While I hold out a hand for her to take, I speak. “Maybe that way you will be too busy to laugh at me falling flat on my ass.” It draws a high pitched giggle from her lips as she winds her arm around my biceps, pulling me closer.

“Believe it or not, I missed you.” I feel my heart constrict as she speaks the words and don’t speak up, just press her closer towards me.

Ice skating went just as I expected it would go. I was a complete and utter failure, while all of a sudden she decided to find a knick at it. It was nice to hear her laugh so heartily and carefree. If hearing that some more meant me falling down an awful lot more than necessary, I’d do it over and over again. It would also mean I would feel pretty sore at practice tomorrow.

“Well, I had an amazing night. Thank you.” Y/n mumbles as she ties her own shoes back up and raises to her feet, wiggling from leg to leg in front of me. “Who said the night was over yet?” I grin up, raising to my own feet so I could return the skates. “What do you mean?”

“There’s something I’d like to show you. Nothing all too special.” I pull her along for the short walking distance uphill. I already feel my heart hammering in my chest although I don’t know why, when I take the last few steps up to the edge.

“Oh my god, Calum. This – this is amazing.” The twinkling lights of the city does itself justice. It seems a bit magical, maybe even movie-worthy as both of us stand there, enjoying the scenery. “This concludes the end of our tour. Thank you for choosing Calum Tours.” I proclaim proudly, turning towards Y/n as she bursts into a fit of giggles.

“You’re such a moron. Thank you for this, it’s beautiful and I really enjoyed myself.” Y/n smiles at me, her hands curling around my arm as she sneaks closer towards my frame. The wind was picking up and the night was setting it – it was turning harshly cold rather soon. We had to leave shortly. “Any time.”

“So, aren’t you going to kiss me?” Y/n questions as her gaze keeps locked on the twinkling lights, smirk covering her lips. She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

just a little rant

Okay so like I see a bunch of people getting mad when someone headcanons a homestuck character a certain way and like I just wanna point smt out

Hussie left a lot of things up to interpretation

A lot

And he has even said himself he doesn’t care how you view the characters

You can literally have any headcanon you want for them and it’s still valid. Also, due to timelines, anything can be canon

Dave Strider is trans? Yep.

Dave Strider is cis? Yep.

Aradia is genderfluid? Hell yes.

John is black? Yes!!!

John is white? Yes!!!

Vriska is bisexual but leaning more towards girls? Indeed!

Dirk Strider still doesn’t really know what he is and is experimenting? Cool!

Dirk Strider is gay? Awesome!

Dirk Strider is bi? Hella!

Jake English is ace? Boy Howdy!

Jake English isn’t ace? Yes

Anyway my point is stop bashing on people for their headcanons like seriously guys everything is fucking canon y’all can stop now.

Australian Witchcraft: Plant Life


tea tree oil is super antiseptic, which means its great for a natural first aid kit. tea tree oil is also great for witchcraft, like any strong oil. i use tea tree oil for spells in banishing or cleansing.


eucalyptus is pretty good. so eucalyptus can clear up a stuffy nose and sore throat. did you know the leaves can also be infused and used for people with a fever and chills? the more you know. i use eucalyptus in my craft for opening up the house (chuck some eucalyptus oil in hot water, mop the floors or clean some windows, youre all set) and warding off negative energy.


i’ve talked about Eurah leaves before but its just so cool! Eurah leaves have been found to have the same (THE SAME) strength as some antibiotics. HOLY SHIT GUYS THATS SO COOL!!!! anyway aside from the AWESOME antibiotic strength of these plants, i dont use them in my practice as of yet. do any of youse use them? and if so, what for? 


lemongrass is fantastic guys, not only is it great tea, making it awesome for kitchen witchcraft, it’s also super easy to grow. i personally think lemongrass enhances what is already there, so i reckon if youre feelin sexy and you have some lemongrass, youre gonna feel extra sexy. some reckon its also good for divination but ive never tried it for that. 


okay so lemon myrtle is hella because it has the highest concentration on citral in the world (that stuff that makes lemon smell like, well, lemon), yeah that’s right, more citral than LEMON. lemon myrtle can be used like lemongrass, its generally sort of sweeter and rounder tasting. i reckon tho that you can use lemon myrtle in place of lemon in any spell or potion to give it a little extra kick. 

alright so there is way more than what i have here but like, there is so much. if i get asked to do more, i shall but for now, here ya are. aussie plant life in witchcraft, bam. 

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take this burden - part 23

[ lost in my mind - the head and the heart ]


Mo Guan Shan slid off the bed, finding a discarded towel and cleaning himself up.

He knocked on the bathroom door gently.

‘I’ll be out in a minute.’ Came He Tian’s soft response.

‘Nope. Now. I promise I won’t touch you.’

Nearly a minute, an agonizing one at that, passed before He Tian opened the door.

Mo Guan Shan had put a shirt on, offering another to He Tian as he entered the room.

They sat on the edge of the bed, farther apart than they had in days.

‘I am so sorry.’

The sincerity in Mo Guan Shan’s words caught He Tian’s attention.

He looked up.

‘You’re sorry?’

Mo Guan Shan nodded.

‘What the fuck do you have to be sorry for?’

‘This was my fault. I wanted it. I really wanted it. And, like an asshole, I pushed you. I promised I would stop if you kissed me, and I didn’t. That’s all on me. I was being selfish and I am so, so, sorry.’

‘This… is not remotely the reaction I was expecting.’

‘What were you expecting.’

He Tian thought about that for a moment.

‘I’m not sure, but it wasn’t an apology.’

‘This was completely my fault, and I hope you can forgive me and that I haven’t fucked things up between us.’

‘I forgive you.’ He Tian told him gently.

Relief flooded Mo Guan Shan’s face.

‘Even still…’ He Tian began, choosing his words slowly.

‘I shouldn’t have been so rough. I know you’re sore, and even if you weren’t I don’t know if you’re even into that kind of shit.’

Mo Guan Shan chuckled, unconsciously reaching up to gingerly touch the sensitive patch of skin on his neck.

‘Oh, I am. I really, really, am.’

He Tian took a deep breath, forcing the himself not to smile.

‘What now?’

Mo Guan Shan looked away, considering the question.

‘Well, we could pretend it never happened.

He Tian nodded slowly.

‘Is that what you want?’

‘You don’t want to hear what I want.’

He Tian sighed, exasperated.

‘Well I do now.’

‘I really enjoyed it and would be up for doing it again right now.’

‘You’re right. I didn’t want to hear that.’


‘Don’t be.’

‘I’ll try.’

A long moment of silence.

‘Are there any more options?’

‘I guess we just accept it and move on?’

He Tian nodded.

‘That’s probably the correct course of action, isn’t it?’

‘Probably so.’ Mo Guan Shan confirmed.

He Tian flopped back onto the bed.

‘Why is the correct course always the most boring?’

Mo Guan Shan pushed himself off the bed.

‘I wish I knew.’

He grabbed two beers from the bar and the pack of cigarettes from the counter, holding them out to He Tian.

He laughed, following him onto the porch.

They each lit a cigarette, tapping their cans together.

‘To our vices, whatever they may be.’

‘Damn right.’

They took in the view, both lost in thought.

‘Are you still going to sleep with me? Mo Guan Shan asked.

He Tian choked on the drink he’d just taken.

‘In the bed, I mean.’ Mo Guan Shan clarified quickly.

‘I’m…not sure.’

‘I promise I won’t do anything. You can even build another pillow-wall between us.’

He Tian smiled.

‘Is it just me or does that seem like it happened years ago?’

Mo Guan Shan met his gaze.

‘More has happened in the last few days that happens to some people in years.’

‘How very wise of you.’

The redhead smirked.

‘What can I say, vague assurances are my expertise.’

‘That’s weird.’ He Tian informed him.

‘Well what’s yours?’

‘Making any given situation worse simply by being part of it.’

‘That’s like a super power.’

‘I would be a terrible superhero.’

‘But an awesome villain.’

‘Is that supposed to make me feel better?’


The silence had started to feel comfortable again when He Tian broke it.

‘Promise me that you’re not upset.’

‘I promise.’

‘And I didn’t hurt you?’

‘Not at all.’

He Tian looked skeptical.

‘He Tian, if I’d asked you to stop, what would you have done?’

‘I would have stopped!’

‘That’s all I need to know.’

‘Mo Guan Shan, even if I was a monster, all you would have to do is tell Zhengxi and he would arrest me on the spot. And probably kick my ads for good measure.’

‘I’m not calling you a liar, but I highly doubt that.’

‘Don’t. Zhengxi takes consent very, very, seriously.’

‘Oh, and he’d just throw you in jail?’

‘Without a second thought.’

‘Even though you’re friends?’

‘Especially because we’re friends. Between the three of us, we’ve seen more than enough abuse.’

Mo Guan Shan nodded slowly.

‘I suppose that makes sense.’


‘I do trust you.’ Mo Guan Shan told him quietly.

‘I almost wish you didn’t.’

‘Too bad.’


Eventually, they made their way inside.

Mo Guan Shan took it upon himself to build the wall of pillows.

He Tian went to check on the cat.

Felix hissed at him, not even bothering to sit up.

Well, alright then.

Stopping by the guest bedroom, he pulled the comforter off the mattress before making his way back to the bedroom.

He found Mo Guan Shan in bed, leaning against the headboard and messing with his phone.

‘Take the blanket.’ He instructed Mo Guan Shan, holding up the one he’d acquired.

He Tian flicked off the last remaining light and settled on the mattress.

‘What time is it?’

‘Just after four.’



Mo Guan Shan turned his phone off, setting it on the bedside table.

After about an hour, He Tian assumed the other man was asleep and jumped at the sound of his voice.

‘What happens tomorrow?’

‘I guess we go home. Get you settled in.’

‘I guess that’s a good idea.’

He sounded slightly sad.

‘Is that not what you want?’

Mo Guan Shan was quiet for a moment.

‘I think I’m just putting it off.’

‘We could stay another night…’ He Tian suggested, more than half hoping he’d agree.

‘We should probably get back to the real world.’

‘A terrible place, really.’

They both laughed softly.

He Tian stared at the pillows between them in the soft light of the moon coming through the cracks in the curtains.

Time passed.

Mo Guan Shan shifted on the mattress.

‘I can’t sleep.’

‘Anything I can do?’ He Tian asked.

‘Will you put your hand on me?’ The redhead asked, almost too softly to hear.

Something about that request made his heart ache.

He Tian reached through the pillows, feeling around cautiously to find the other man was lying on his stomach.

He carefully slid his fingers under Mo Guan Shan’s shirt, tracing gentle circles over the soft skin of his lower back.

‘Thank you.’ He breathed, relaxing into the mattress.

‘Of course.’