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BTS / Adopting a dog together

REQUEST by @jiminssweater: can you do adopting a puppy with bts members (this was inspred from ep. 22 from bts run) love your blog ❤️❤️❤️           

this was such an adorable request! i hope you enjoy! ❤️


Originally posted by jinsasleep

“Y/n! Y/n! Look at this one, you’ll love him!” he was seconds away from jumping up and down as he pointed at one of the cages with a beautiful, almost smiling pitbull inside. “I knew coming to this shelter was going to be a good idea.”

“Right, except there are so many dogs here, I just want to take them all home,” you said, pushing your hand through the cage bars to stroke the pitbull’s paw.

“Well, I guess we can do that,” Jin shrugged his shoulders. “We do live in a house and we do have an empty guest room.”

“Jin, if you’re suggesting we move over twenty dogs into our guest bedroom,” you started. “You know I’ll say yes. So, think carefully before you offer that type of stuff.”

Jin laughed at this. “I don’t see why that would be a bad idea.”

“Well, walking them would be difficult, considering that we’re both kind of busy,” you said. “And then there’s the fact that they all need attention, so they wouldn’t get sad…”

Jin’s face fell a little because what you said made sense.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he nodded. “Maybe let’s get one dog for starters and we’ll go from there.”

“That sounds good,” you nodded, turning back to look at the pitbull who watched you with hopeful eyes. “Look at him.”

Jin turned his head to look at the dog whose paw you’ve been petting for the past few minutes. “You’ve already bonded with this one, haven’t you?”


“Promise he won’t replace me, though?”

You laughed at this. “Jin, no one could replace you. He might come close, though.”


Originally posted by sugasuite

Yoongi was skeptical about going to the dog shelter to adopt a dog, but only because he wasn’t sure if the two of you would be capable to take care of a dog, when sometimes both of you got so lost in each other, you forgot to eat or sleep.

All of his doubts disappeared when he stepped a foot into the shelter and you immediately pointed at one of the cages. Inside, there was the most beautiful chocolate-colored labrador, who wagged his tale at impossible speed when he saw you look at him.

“Oh my God, Yoongi!” you gasped, releasing your boyfriend’s hand to place both of your hands on the cage. The dog immediately approached you, licking your palms and letting you know that he was already your friend even if you weren’t going to take him home.

“Okay, that’s a really cute dog,” Yoongi agreed. “Is it a boy?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Look how happy he looks!”

Carefully, you got your hand behind the bars so you could pet his head, and the dog almost exploded from happiness, whining and nudging your hand with his paw.

“That is the happiest dog I’ve ever seen,” Yoongi said, feeling a smile spread across his face. “Is he the one for us, then?”

“I don’t even know,” you replied, smiling at the sight of the happy animal in front of you. “I haven’t looked at any other animal.”

“Well, when you know, you know,” Yoongi said, wrapping his arm around your waist and also extending his hand to touch the dog. “And I think he likes us.”

You smiled at your boyfriend, watching the hearts in his eyes as he felt the dog lick his hand, too. “Do you like him?”

“Y/n, I like anything that you like,” he replied, not looking away from the dog. “But I’m afraid I’m starting to like this dog more than you like him.”

“That is impossible,” you disagreed. “I like him a lot.”

“I like him a lot… more,” Yoongi said, laughing. “Okay, I think the conclusion is clear here. We’re taking him home.”


Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Last Christmas, you and Hoseok considered adopting a dog but ended up not doing that because he had a last minute performance. Although you never said anything to him – because you never complained about his schedule since you knew how much his job meant to him and you didn’t want to make him choose between you and his work – Hoseok knew that you were upset.

Which is why he had covered your eyes with a blindfold and was now taking you somewhere.

“You know I don’t like it when I don’t have one of my senses,” you told him, blindly trying to get out of the car once he parked somewhere.

Hoseok laughed, coming up to help you leave the vehicle. He guided you further, all while you had your hands in front of you, in case he accidentally walked you into a wall.

“Where are you even taking me?” you asked when you heard him open a door of some building.

Almost tripping over the threshold, you entered a place that smelled vaguely like a farm. Frowning in confusion, you waited until Hoseok finally took the blindfold off. Suddenly blinded by the light, you squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, and when you opened them again, you realized that he had taken you to an animal shelter.

“Ta-da!” your boyfriend exclaimed. “A year later than promised, but we’re getting a dog.”

“We’re getting a dog?!” you said, watching the cages with excited animals all around you.

“Yeah,” Hoseok said. “Can I show you my personal favorite?”

“Of course!” you nodded eagerly and Hoseok took you to a cage at the end of the building, revealing a corgi pup inside. It was seemingly asleep.

“Her name is Nicki,” he told you, softly touching the bars of her cage. “And you’re about to see why.”

The sound woke the dog up and at the sight of two faces watching her, she jumped up to her feet immediately. She had a tiny little tail, so when she wagged it, her entire butt shook, making you laugh and understand immediately why she was named Nicki.

“She’s so precious!” you said, watching as she excitedly jumped around her cage. She probably would have done a backflip if the space weren’t so tight. “How old is she?”

“She’s actually six years old,” Hoseok told you. “But you’d never tell, right? And I guess people don’t really want her because they come here to adopt young puppies.”

“Oh my God, that’s so sad. I mean, look at her!” you said, watching the hopeful eyes of the happy dog in the cage. “We have to take her, Hobi. She can’t stay here, she doesn’t belong here. She belongs with us.”


One of his friends had recently opened an animal shelter and invited Namjoon to check it out. Knowing how much you loved dogs, he took you with him, not really thinking about adopting a dog and just wanting to look at them.

Unfortunately, sometimes it’s life who makes plans for you. Or, in this case, it’s you who made plans.

“Joon!” you gasped, stopping in front of a pen full of tiny little shih-tzu puppies that clumsily walked around the little pen. “Come, take a look!”

“What is it, babe?” he asked, making his way towards you. “Oh, you found some friends, huh?”

You nodded enthusiastically as you squatted down. “Can I touch them?”

“Yeah, you can play with them, too!” the owner’s voice called out through the shelter. “They’re not quite ready to be taken home yet, but they will be in a couple of weeks!”

“Y/n, we’re not really—”

“Oh my God!” you squealed when you placed your hand in the pen to pet one of the puppies, and all five of them gathered around you, basically asking you to pick them up. “Joon, look this one looks just like you.”

He raised his eyebrows. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Same adorable face,” you said, caressing their soft little heads. “Same need for cuddles.”

“Oh,” Namjoon chuckled. “Okay. They are adorable.”

You nodded, not saying anything else, and instead focusing on the little puppies who treated you, a complete stranger they saw for the first time as if they knew you for a lifetime. They wouldn’t let you move away from the pen, instantly barking in their soft little puppy voices if you tried to leave.

“Oh, they’re not letting go of you,” Namjoon noticed this with a sigh. “Looks like we’ll have a new family member in two weeks.”

A new family member?” you turned your head to look at him. “I can’t choose one, Joon.”

“You want to take all five of them home?” Namjoon’s eyes widened. “We don’t—”

Groaning, you grabbed his hand, pulling him down so he was squatting too, and then directed his hands to the puppies in the pen.

Excitedly, they hurried over to smell the new person and immediately attacked him with their tongues, wanting to nudge and lick him, so he’d cuddle with them, too.

“Okay, okay, I get it now,” Namjoon said, laughing now. “We’ll be taking all five of them.”


As soon as you and Jimin entered an animal shelter, it was as if every dog in the building perked up and stopped whatever they were doing to watch you two.

“Y/n,” Jimin whispered to you, afraid to break the silence that settled in the shelter. “I think we’re the dog whisperers.”

You laughed. “They’re probably just waiting to see which one we’ll choose.”

“Oh, this makes me feel bad about the rest of them,” Jimin said, carefully looking at each cage and not knowing which dog to pet first. And then he saw it. A small, shy little puppy, cowering at the end of his cage, seemingly afraid to come forth. “Look at that ball of fluffiness.”

You looked in the direction that he was pointing at to see two black little eyes, looking at you in fear.

“Why is he so scared?” you asked as you and Jimin both approached the cage, freaking out the little guy even more.

“He’s been thrown away by his previous owners,” the owner of the shelter informed you after he had noticed which dog you were curious about. “So, he’s a little shy around new people. He’s probably afraid to get attached but I’m sure he’ll break out of his shell in a new home. A shelter is really not a good place for him.”

“He looks so sad,” Jimin commented. “Would it be possible for us to try and get him to let us touch him?”

The owner just shrugged, getting his keys out and unlocking the cage. He left you and Jimin alone with the little orange pomeranian pup, not wanting to scare him even more.

“Hey, little fella,” Jimin said, smiling at the dog, who cowered even further into the corner of the cage. “Oh, don’t be afraid of us. We come with peace. In fact, we want to take you home.”

He placed his hand into the cage, waiting for a few minutes until the dog found enough courage in him to sniff his hand. Somehow, the pomeranian decided that Jimin posed no threat to him and carefully, he approached his hand, letting Jimin touch his soft fur.

You saw your boyfriend nearly collapse after this. “He’s so soft! Touch it, Y/n.”

He moved away slightly, to allow you to place your hand in the cage. The pomeranian instantly moved away but after a few moments, allowed you to touch him, too.

“Oh my God, he’s the softest puppy I’ve ever seen,” you covered your mouth with your other hand while you softly scratched his ears. “We need to take him with us, Jimin.”

Jimin nodded, agreeing. “Of course. He already accepted us. We can’t leave him here now.”


Originally posted by ghostmonnie

You and Taehyung already had two dogs at home but just so it happened that you were on your way home from your date at a restaurant, and you saw a new animal shelter that opened recently. Shrugging your shoulders, both of you decided to check it out, not giving it much thought.

“You know what I’ve been thinking?” Taehyung asked you while he sat in the playpen full of Dalmatian puppies who crawled over him, trying to get him to pet them. “We need to do a remake of 101 Dalmatians.”

“You can be Cruella,” you told him jokingly. “All that’s left is to find one hundred and one Dalmatian puppies.”

“Well, we can start with one,” he said, lifting a few puppies who wagged their little tails joyfully. “Or two. Or three.”

You laughed at this. “What about the dogs we have at home?”

“Good point! We can dress them up as Dalmatians, too!” Taehyung said, making you laugh again. “No, but real talk, we’re taking one of these little guys home, right?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t see why not. They’re really adorable.”

“Then how about we take two?” your boyfriend offered.

“Oh, the Dalmatian puppies are extremely hyperactive,” the owner of the shelter carefully warned you, after having heard that you planned to adopt more than one.

“That is fantastic,” you told him. “My boyfriend is too.”


Originally posted by naughtaeandnice

Jungkook knew that golden retrievers were your favorite dogs. You didn’t even have to tell him, he saw the way your eyes glittered and how you pulled him to pet every retriever you passed on the street.

Which is why, he took you to your friend’s house a day before your birthday because his friend owned a golden retriever who had just had puppies.

He watched as you lied on the floor to play with the fluffy little puppies, who wagged their tiny tails and kept trying to playfully bite you without even having proper teeth yet. As he felt himself smile every time you laughed, his friend patted him on the shoulder.

“How many dogs are you getting?” his friend asked. “Because I’m pretty sure your girlfriend just made all of the puppies fall in love with them.”

Jungkook laughed. “I’d get them all for her if she wanted me to.”

“You’re whipped, man,” his friend said with a smile.

Jungkook just shrugged his shoulders and continued to watch you play with the puppies. Eventually, you felt his gaze, and waved at him to get him to come over and join you. He shook his head at first, but eventually sat down on the floor next to you and was immediately attacked by the cuddly, golden bunch.

“They are so adorable!” you said, still cuddling one particular puppy who refused to get off you. “But this one is my baby.”

“Doesn’t he seem a little too slow in comparison to the other puppies?” Jungkook asked.

You gasped dramatically. “Don’t insult my son!”

“He’s your son already, huh?” Jungkook laughed at this and then extended his hands to hold the puppy, too. “Well, come on, then. If he’s your son, he’s my son. Let’s meet the dog who’s about to be your number two.”

“My number two?” you asked, raising your eyebrows, as you carefully lifted the puppy and handed it to him. “What’s my number one, then?”

Grinning, Jungkook took the puppy from you. “Me.”

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can we talk for just a second about the casual usage of the term “stalker?”

I hear it a lot.

I normally don’t take stances like this, but as a survivor of stalking, I want to  say this: please. please stop.

how it’s used: people use “st*lker” sto describe lots of situations. Someone who isn’t all the way over an ex and checks their facebook page to see what they’re up to. Someone who you’ve somehow accidentally run into 4 times this week just by chance. Double-texters. 

what it really is: a crime. a crime where someone’s privacy has been invaded. a malicious act of obsession and power. 

what the victims go through: now, i can’t speak for everyone. However, i am a survivor of a stalking. a real, full-blown stalking. I was 19 and working at a coffee shop. He was 40, imminently suicidal, a black-belt in martial arts, openly misogynistic, obsessive, and with a history of violence. I felt so much fear every time he came in that I would have to go into the employee bathroom to dry heave with panic. It started slow, but I felt it the first moment that he saw me, and the feeling that I got when he stared at me is something that I’m just now starting therapy for two years later. I started to have to watch my car everywhere I went. I couldn’t go anywhere in my home town alone.I stopped sleeping: sometimes for days, because my brain knew there was always an active threat. I had and still have nightmares. Now, three years later, I have become aware of a few ways in which this has affected me. I don’t trust people to help me anymore, and I’m scared to complain about things that upset me, so instead, when I’m stressed, I pour myself into 3+ jobs (at the time, I was in school full time, too) just to give myself an excuse to be stressed. I feel like I’m constantly trying to make up for what happened to me and to prove that I didn’t “ask for it.” I have nightmares every night, when I sleep, and I’ve been awake for so long that I’ve hallucinated–in fact, that’s a regular enough occurrence that my coworkers know how to identify it and deal with it. I can’t have a routine because I’m afraid someone will learn it. I’m afraid that anything I do regularly will be used against me. I have an anxiety attack any time a man is walking behind me, anytime I’m flirted with or shown special attention, or even just when I’m alone in a store or gas station. 

A thing that someone else did to me wrecked me. A thing that a 40 year old man did to a 19 year old kid ruined me.

And we use what happened to me as flippantly as we use any other word.

I hear the word all the time. And it’s upsetting. I hate it. I hate that when I say I was stalked, people think I might mean something colloquial. People don’t take it seriously. I went through something real, terrifying, and dangerous, and people use the word like any other.

Please help me to ban this word from casual vocabulary. We who have been through it really, really need it, more than we’d ever admit.

Fake It ‘Til You Make It

Summary: Roman both plays a character and doesn’t.

Warnings: self-deprication, maybe?

Author’s Note: Roman is the hardest for me to write aghhh I hope you enjoy! The italics are meant to be Roman’s thoughts as he attempts to play the “character” version of himself (his gestures are bigger, he’s louder, he’s a showsman), and are read like stage directions.

Prince Roman—the character, not the real person—enters stage left. He is boisterous, confident. He definitely didn’t just fail an exam and fuck up an audition. He definitely isn’t a waste of space.

Roman supposed it was odd, in a way, but looking at life like it was a production was helpful in ways he wasn’t anticipating. For one, it was the longest improv game he had ever played. He never had seemed so put together. It wasn’t lying, it was acting!

“Good evening, friends! How are we all doing today?” His three roommates gave him looks of varying alarm. Ah, yes, of course. The door.

The Prince makes an exaggerated gesture to the door and gently shuts it behind him. Paying for hinges again would not be ideal.

“Hey, Roman! You’re certainly chipper today,” Patton says. Patton sometimes puts on an act as well, and while he’s good enough to fool the others, Roman can recognize when his performance lacks the nuance required to really sell it. Today, however, he seems peppy as usual.

“Why, of course, padre! It was a splendid day!”

Logan pipes up. “How did your last exam go?”

Prince moves stage right, towards the chair. However, he cannot sit. He is too excited and is definitely not nervous.

“Ah, well, considering algebra is useless anyhow, Logan, I’m just glad it is over with.”

“I understand you don’t care for it, but you do need to pass still. I’m proud of you, Roman. I hope our study sessions did some good?”

Logan slaps his hand on Roman’s shoulder and grins. It is proud even though Roman knows it’s based on lies.

“Of course, pocket protector. But I am rather hungry, so if you’ll excuse me I must be heading off to the kitchen!”

“Don’t eat all of my Crofters!”

In a hurry, Prince Roman exits.

There is one downside to performing: it ends eventually.

Alone in the kitchen, Roman seeks out something filled with sugar and comfort. He finds it in a container of frosting and a spoon.

Roman doesn’t even bother getting up to sit at the table. It’s much more fitting anyway, for the mood of the moment, to sit in the corner alone shoveling frosting into his mouth. Sugar heals all wounds, truly.

Well, until he had to tell his parents that he’d be retaking algebra in the spring because he was too busy preparing for an audition that he royally fucked up and yeah, he could do tech, tech is wonderful but he also dreamed about this part. He couldn’t deny that acting was his passion. He loved becoming someone new for a few hours.

If only he could become someone new for the rest of his life. Someone his friends would actually like. They don’t even really know him, they know this caricature of him. Frankly, he came off like a bit of an egomaniac but the alternative is showing people the insecure side of him, the side that sat on the floor eating frosting, fighting back tears, and feeling bad for himself.

When he was little, he would pretend to be a prince.

Some prince he’d be. Little Roman would be so disappointed in who he grew up to be. He wasn’t a prince or a hero; he was a failure.

“Roman?” It was Virgil. Fantastic, the emperor nightmare had to be the one to find him?

“What do you want?”

“You’re crying. What’s wrong? You like, never cry.”

“Not in front of you,” Roman sneered. Virgil’s eyebrow rose, causing him to review what he actually just said.

And there goes the improv exercise.

“I’m guessing your exam didn’t go as well as you said?”

“I failed, Virgil. I’m absolutely certain I failed. I needed to get a C at least and there’s no way I did it. I was too busy preparing for this audition and then I walk in and I forget my papers, I’m so nervous I hardly hear them call my name, and then I miss my cue on the song! It’s hopeless, Virgil. It’s completely hopeless.”

“Hey, stop that. So you failed an exam. You botched an audition. There will be other parts. Classes can be retaken.”

“I have to tell my parents.”

“They’ll deal with it. Okay? They can deal. It’s not their money and it’s not their time, and—”

“They think I’m wasting my time, trying to be an actor. They think I’m setting myself up for failure. You know, they could be right.”

“Roman, you’re a fantastic actor. No, really, you are. Your entire being screams theatre, and even when that gets on my nerves sometimes I love it about you. That’s what makes you, you. I know it’s hard for you to talk about your feelings and it’s easier to cover up with this whole persona of yours, but you don’t have to all the time.”

“Wait, you all knew?”

“I think Logan and Patton haven’t realized. And trust me, I’m a little too in tune with misery, Roman. I know when people are upset if I take a second to observe them. And tonight I took a second. You’re a good actor, Roman, really good; but no one can act okay all the time. That’s not how people work.”

“I am so fucking tired, Virgil.”

“We can try something to help. Therapy, maybe. I don’t know. I don’t mean to diagnose you or anything, I know you hate that, but I think everyone can use someone to talk to. And if you don’t want it to be one of us, then I understand that.”

“Maybe. I’ll consider it. But I’m not broken. I don’t need saving.”

“Of course not. But if heroes never needed help, then we wouldn’t have the Avengers, now would we? Here, quit with the frosting, that shit will give you a stomachache. I like dry cereal. Lucky Charms?” He asks, holding up the box.

“Hell yeah, Lucky Charms.”

Virgil crawls towards where Roman sits on the floor and joins him. They sit together, munching on dry cereal. Roman—the real Roman, not the character he plays of himself—lays his head on Virgil’s shoulder and is grateful for his friend.

“Hey, Virgil?”


“You’re going to make a good psychologist.”

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Everything You Need to Know About Writing Successfully - in Ten Minutes

by Stephen King
(reprinted in Sylvia K. Burack, ed. The Writer’s Handbook. Boston, MA: Writer, Inc., 1988: 3-9)

I. The First Introduction

THAT’S RIGHT. I know it sounds like an ad for some sleazy writers’ school, but I really am going to tell you everything you need to pursue a successful and financially rewarding career writing fiction, and I really am going to do it in ten minutes, which is exactly how long it took me to learn.  It will actually take you twenty minutes or so to read this essay, however, because I have to tell you a story, and then I have to write a second introduction.  But these, I argue, should not count in the ten minutes.

II. The Story, or, How Stephen King Learned to Write

When I was a sophomore in high school, I did a sophomoric thing which got me in a pot of fairly hot water, as sophomoric didoes often do.  I wrote and published a small satiric newspaper called The Village Vomit.  In this little paper I lampooned a number of teachers at Lisbon (Maine) High School, where I was under instruction.  These were not very gentle lampoons; they ranged from the scatological to the downright cruel

Eventually, a copy of this little newspaper found its way into the hands of a faculty member, and since I had been unwise enough to put my name on it (a fault, some critics argue, of which I have still not been entirely cured), I was brought into the office. The sophisticated satirist had by that time reverted to what he really was: a fourteen-year-old kid who was shaking in his boots and wondering if he was going to get a suspension … what we called “a three-day vacation” in those dim days of 1964.

I wasn’t suspended. I was forced to make a number of apologies - they were warranted, but they still tasted like dog-dirt in my mouth - and spent a week in detention hall. And the guidance counselor arranged what he no doubt thought of as a more constructive channel for my talents. This was a job - contingent upon the editor’s approval - writing sports for the Lisbon Enterprise, a twelve-page weekly of the sort with which any small-town resident will be familiar. This editor was the man who taught me everything I know about writing in ten minutes. His name was John Gould - not the famed New England humorist or the novelist who wrote The Greenleaf Fires, but a relative of both, I believe.

He told me he needed a sports writer and we could “try each other out” if I wanted.

I told him I knew more about advanced algebra than I did sports.

Gould nodded and said, “You’ll learn.”

I said I would at least try to learn. Gould gave me a huge roll of yellow paper and promised me a wage of 1/2¢ per word. The first two pieces I wrote had to do with a high school basketball game in which a member of my school team broke the Lisbon High scoring record. One of these pieces was straight reportage. The second was a feature article.

I brought them to Gould the day after the game, so he’d have them for the paper, which came out Fridays. He read the straight piece, made two minor corrections, and spiked it. Then he started in on the feature piece with a large black pen and taught me all I ever needed to know about my craft. I wish I still had the piece - it deserves to be framed, editorial corrections and all - but I can remember pretty well how it looked when he had finished with it. Here’s an example:

(note: this is before the edit marks indicated on King’s original copy)

Last night, in the well-loved gymnasium of Lisbon High School, partisans and Jay Hills fans alike were stunned by an athletic performance unequaled in school history: Bob Ransom, known as “Bullet” Bob for both his size and accuracy, scored thirty-seven points. He did it with grace and speed … and he did it with an odd courtesy as well, committing only two personal fouls in his knight-like quest for a record which has eluded Lisbon thinclads since 1953….

(after edit marks)

Last night, in the Lisbon High School gymnasium, partisans and Jay Hills fans alike were stunned by an athletic performance unequaled in school history: Bob Ransom scored thirty-seven points. He did it with grace and speed … and he did it with an odd courtesy as well, committing only two personal fouls in his quest for a record which has eluded Lisbon’s basketball team since 1953….

When Gould finished marking up my copy in the manner I have indicated above, he looked up and must have seen something on my face. I think he must have thought it was horror, but it was not: it was revelation.

“I only took out the bad parts, you know,” he said. “Most of it’s pretty good.”

“I know,” I said, meaning both things: yes, most of it was good, and yes, he had only taken out the bad parts. “I won’t do it again.”

“If that’s true,” he said, “you’ll never have to work again. You can do this for a living.” Then he threw back his head and laughed.

And he was right; I am doing this for a living, and as long as I can keep on, I don’t expect ever to have to work again.

III. The Second Introduction

All of what follows has been said before. If you are interested enough in writing to be a purchaser of this magazine, you will have either heard or read all (or almost all) of it before. Thousands of writing courses are taught across the United States each year; seminars are convened; guest lecturers talk, then answer questions, then drink as many gin and tonics as their expense-fees will allow, and it all boils down to what follows.

I am going to tell you these things again because often people will only listen - really listen - to someone who makes a lot of money doing the thing he’s talking about. This is sad but true. And I told you the story above not to make myself sound like a character out of a Horatio Alger novel but to make a point: I saw, I listened, and I learned. Until that day in John Gould’s little office, I had been writing first drafts of stories which might run 2,500 words. The second drafts were apt to run 3,300 words. Following that day, my 2,500-word first drafts became 2,200-word second drafts. And two years after that, I sold the first one.

So here it is, with all the bark stripped off. It’ll take ten minutes to read, and you can apply it right away…if you listen.

IV. Everything You Need to Know About Writing Successfully

This, of course, is the killer.  What is talent?  I can hear someone shouting, and here we are, ready to get into a discussion right up there with “what is the meaning of life?” for weighty pronouncements and total uselessness.  For the purposes of the beginning writer, talent may as well be defined as eventual success - publication and money.  If you wrote something for which someone sent you a check, if you cashed the check and it didn’t bounce, and if you then paid the light bill with the money, I consider you talented.

Now some of you are really hollering.  Some of you are calling me one crass money-fixated creep.  And some of you are calling me bad names.  Are you calling Harold Robbins talented?  someone in one of the Great English Departments of America is screeching.  V.C. Andrews?  Theodore Dreiser?  Or what about you, you dyslexic moron?

Nonsense.  Worse than nonsense, off the subject.  We’re not talking about good or bad here.  I’m interested in telling you how to get your stuff published, not in critical judgments of who’s good or bad.  As a rule the critical judgments come after the check’s been spent, anyway.  I have my own opinions, but most times I keep them to myself.  People who are published steadily and are paid for what they are writing may be either saints or trollops, but they are clearly reaching a great many someones who want what they have.  Ergo, they are communicating.  Ergo, they are talented.  The biggest part of writing successfully is being talented, and in the context of marketing, the only bad writer is one who doesn’t get paid.  If you’re not talented, you won’t succeed.  And if you’re not succeeding, you should know when to quit.

When is that?  I don’t know.  It’s different for each writer.  Not after six rejection slips, certainly, nor after sixty.  But after six hundred?  Maybe.  After six thousand?  My friend, after six thousand pinks, it’s time you tried painting or computer programming.

Further, almost every aspiring writer knows when he is getting warmer - you start getting little jotted notes on your rejection slips, or personal letters…maybe a commiserating phone call.  It’s lonely out there in the cold, but there are encouraging voices…unless there is nothing in your words which warrants encouragement.  I think you owe it to yourself to skip as much of the self-illusion as possible.  If your eyes are open, you’ll know which way to go…or when to turn back.

Type.  Double-space.  Use a nice heavy white paper, never that erasable onion-skin stuff.  If you’ve marked up your manuscript a lot, do another draft.

If you haven’t marked up your manuscript a lot, you did a lazy job.  Only God gets things right the first time.  Don’t be a slob.

You want to get up on a soapbox and preach?  Fine.  Get one and try your local park.  You want to write for money?  Get to the point.  And if you remove all the excess garbage and discover you can’t find the point, tear up what you wrote and start all over again…or try something new.

5.  NEVER LOOK AT A REFERENCE BOOK WHILE DOING A FIRST DRAFT You want to write a story?  Fine.  Put away your dictionary, your encyclopedias, your World Almanac, and your thesaurus.  Better yet, throw your thesaurus into the wastebasket.  The only things creepier than a thesaurus are those little paperbacks college students too lazy to read the assigned novels buy around exam time.  Any word you have to hunt for in a thesaurus is the wrong word.  There are no exceptions to this rule.  You think you might have misspelled a word?  O.K., so here is your choice: either look it up in the dictionary, thereby making sure you have it right - and breaking your train of thought and the writer’s trance in the bargain - or just spell it phonetically and correct it later.  Why not?  Did you think it was going to go somewhere?  And if you need to know the largest city in Brazil and you find you don’t have it in your head, why not write in Miami, or Cleveland?  You can check it…but laterWhen you sit down to write, write.  Don’t do anything else except go to the bathroom, and only do that if it absolutely cannot be put off.

Only a dimwit would send a story about giant vampire bats surrounding a high school to McCall’s.  Only a dimwit would send a tender story about a mother and daughter making up their differences on Christmas Eve to Playboy…but people do it all the time.  I’m not exaggerating; I have seen such stories in the slush piles of the actual magazines.  If you write a good story, why send it out in an ignorant fashion?  Would you send your kid out in a snowstorm dressed in Bermuda shorts and a tank top?  If you like science fiction, read the magazines.  If you want to write confession stories, read the magazines.  And so on.  It isn’t just a matter of knowing what’s right for the present story; you can begin to catch on, after awhile, to overall rhythms, editorial likes and dislikes, a magazine’s entire slant.  Sometimes your reading can influence the next story, and create a sale.

Does this mean you can’t write “serious fiction”?  It does not.  Somewhere along the line pernicious critics have invested the American reading and writing public with the idea that entertaining fiction and serious ideas do not overlap.  This would have surprised Charles Dickens, not to mention Jane Austen, John Steinbeck, William Faulkner, Bernard Malamud, and hundreds of others.  But your serious ideas must always serve your story, not the other way around.  I repeat: if you want to preach, get a soapbox.

The answer needn’t always be yes.  But if it’s always no, it’s time for a new project or a new career.

Show your piece to a number of people - ten, let us say.  Listen carefully to what they tell you.  Smile and nod a lot.  Then review what was said very carefully.  If your critics are all telling you the same thing about some facet of your story - a plot twist that doesn’t work, a character who rings false, stilted narrative, or half a dozen other possibles - change that facet.  It doesn’t matter if you really liked that twist of that character; if a lot of people are telling you something is wrong with you piece, it is.  If seven or eight of them are hitting on that same thing, I’d still suggest changing it.  But if everyone - or even most everyone - is criticizing something different, you can safely disregard what all of them say.

Return postage, self-addressed envelope, all of that.

Agents get 10% of monies earned by their clients.  10% of nothing is nothing.  Agents also have to pay the rent.  Beginning writers do not contribute to that or any other necessity of life.  Flog your stories around yourself.  If you’ve done a novel, send around query letters to publishers, one by one, and follow up with sample chapters and/or the manuscript complete.  And remember Stephen King’s First Rule of Writers and Agents, learned by bitter personal experience: You don’t need one until you’re making enough for someone to steal…and if you’re making that much, you’ll be able to take your pick of good agents.

When it comes to people, mercy killing is against the law.  When it comes to fiction, it is the law.

That’s everything you need to know.  And if you listened, you can write everything and anything you want.  Now I believe I will wish you a pleasant day and sign off.

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-BOYCOTT NOW ACTUALLY, GO A HEAD AND CANCEL YOUR SUBSCRIPTIONS TO THE BIG COMPANIES AND WHEN YOU DO MAKE SURE TO SAY “I no longer want services from a provider that wants to take over the internet, end countless jobs, and ruin countless lives.”

How would a solar eclipse effect mythical creatures. Do werewolves transform or is it the only day they can reverse the curse. Do they feel the urge to howl. When real people gather, we cheer for the sun’s return. Do werewolves fit in for that moment, happy and singing and between wolf and human.

Vampires who can finally go outside in the day. They walk among families and cities and parties for those two minutes of totality and hunger not for blood - well, a little, maybe - but mostly for the life they’re missing, with children scrambling and people laughing.

Demons who take the second to ask God a question. A favor while the Earth is blind and we all look like angels.

The Jersey devil and mothman are partying at the boogie man’s house. The night in the day. I wonder what they’re doing. I hope they’re okay.

can we all just take a second to give a round of applause to jack. I mean seriously, the new lis video has been nothing but a headache with nothing but constant blocking in different places and copyright issues. honestly, he could of just said fuck it and decided to give up on the series and not reupload the video but he did. he even uploaded it on another site so everyone could have an equal opportunity to see it. so seriously thank you jack for trying so hard to get videos to us even with tons of bs in the way. it’s greatly appreciated by the community ❤

Let’s talk for a second about Disney princesses.

Listen guys. I LOVE those Disney gals who saved themselves and wrote their own story. I love Mulan saving all of China and taking command of an army. I love Merida standing up for herself and winning her own hand. I love Tiana, who worked hard every second of her life in order to earn her own happily ever after and achieve her dream. I love Anna and Elsa constantly fighting for each other and saving each other through sisterly love. And you all know I ADORE Moana and her journey to find herself and save her island. Incredible characters, one and all!

But can we remember Cinderella, slaving away for an abusive stepmother who constantly tried to diminish her worth, while Cinderella still stayed kind and strong?
Can we remember Snow White, who lost both of her parents, only to be left with a jealous stepmother who TRIED TO KILL HER?
Can we remember Aurora, who was cursed as a tiny baby, taken from her parents, and lived a lonely life with no friends except animals and 3 ditzy (albeit lovable) fairies, never permitted to meet anyone new or go on real adventures and discover life?
Can we talk about all the Disney heroines who had difficult beginnings, who were treated unjustly, who withstood adversity but maintained their kindness and never stopped dreaming? Cinderella never asked for a prince to come take her away. She asked for just one night where she didn’t have to dress in rags and endure the abuse that surrounded her daily. Ariel longed to be a part of the human world long before she met Eric, he simply gave her even more reason to finally go. Megara saved Hercules and sacrificed herself, not only for true love but to save everyone! Jasmine may have fallen in love with Aladdin, but she saved him as much as he saved her. Remember Kida and all she had to endure. Remember Belle, who was smart and ambitious and so ahead of her time. It’s not wrong for Snow White to dream of finding true love. She grew up never knowing what it was like to be loved at all! OF COURSE she would dream of someone who accepted her and treated her well!

So yes. Let’s teach girls that family relationships are important. Let’s teach them how to work hard to get where they want to go. Let’s teach them how to save themselves, how to believe in themselves, and how to stand up for what they believe is right. Let’s remind them that they are “not a prize to be won.” But let’s also help them understand that asking for help isn’t a sign of weakness and that falling in love isn’t pathetic or shameful. True, they don’t NEED a man. But if they happen to find someone who makes them happy and treats them better than they’ve ever been treated, that’s great too! Its not a sign of weakness. It’s just another beautiful part of their story.


BTS’ MMA 2017 intro (clues for the next comeback) ANALYSIS: 

HER SERENDIPITY. Love. However, in the end. It turns out to be: FAKE LOVE. TEAR SINGULARITY. 

Euphoria: is a state in which a person experiences pleasure or excitement and intense feelings of well-being and happiness.

Serendipity:  the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

In Love Yourself HER BTs sing about an inconditional love that feels like serendipity and is embraced by destiny. A love that brings infinite joy. However, in today’s VCR it seems that love was just a lie and it appears that the next album will deal with separation or at least realize that such love might not really exist.  

Singularity: 1-  the state, fact, quality, or condition of being singular. 2 -  a point at which a function takes an infinite value, especially in space-time when the matter is infinitely dense, such as at the center of a black hole.

This term can mean both being single but also answers the use of space and black holes in their latest concept

Epiphany:  a moment of sudden and great revelation or realization.

In life, we grow up and learn through experiences. The next album will take a philosophical approach to this process. That same one that the youth goes through to grow. No matter how many times you heard an advice, you will only realize it’s meaning once it cut you. Thus, after we all thought the second part of Love yourself will be all pink and sparkles it seems so far that we will dive this time in the darkest side of love or maybe the one that comes after losing the one?!


The message ends with love yourself. Maybe to give up on someone we have to choose ourselves or ebfore choosing someone we have to be already in love with ourselves and not search for self love in a relationship. Conclusion: the next album will hold the answer. ANSWER = Epiphany = Realization. The question now is: What is the deduction the boys came up with? 

So I have a horrible theory

I know everyone is really upset about Narti’s death and it seems like the whole fandom is split in two because of Lotor’s decision to kill Narti and whether or not it’s justified. Well why don’t we get the answer from Narti herself?

A lot of people have been saying Lotor is a vicious killer or that Narti is a traitor who deserved to be killed. Or was she a traitor at all? We see in episode 3 of season 4 where her death takes place, the girls all shout out different things, such as “How did they find us?” and “We must have been tracked!” And then we get the long, processing pause from Lotor. He literally takes a whole 6 seconds to stop, think, then stare at Narti, who obviously returned the gaze:

She acknowledged Lotor’s gaze, she knew what he was thinking. She knew that he had found out. We can tell this by the specific close up to her and the way her head is angled to ‘look’ back at Lotor. And we all know how quick Narti is in battle.

We’ve seen the way she zips past her opponents and dodges their hits with ease. She obviously knew Lotor was staring at her, and that he was furious for not only putting his plans in danger, but the lives of everyone on that ship as well (especially the other generals). And the charge Lotor took at Narti was a clear, easy dodge for her. It was a basic move in which even I theorized before the season came out that if Narti was on the other side of the blade, she would dodge and mind control him. It just seemed so easily set up like that. And yet… She stood there:

Not in a defensive position. So essentially what I’m saying is: did Narti let herself get struck down for the sake of the team? Now I don’t know how probable this is, but it’s another thing to think about. Narti probably spent years with these girls and considered them family, since Lotor had not only accepted her as being a halfbreed, but having a disability as well. 

Now we don’t know if Haggar had actually mind manipulated Narti before she got on the ship with Lotor, but I wouldn’t say it’s not probable, especially with these frames:

What if she knew she was being brainwashed, since her own mind control powers could have interfered with Haggar’s?

Idk, this theory is probably far from true, but it’s another option to look at. 

"copycat” still really bothers me

i’m sure i’m not the first person to notice this but i’m rewatching the show and the episode “copycat” just gets me so annoyed and irritated because of how adrien was written in that episode. this is probably the episode where we have the most blatant, explicit evidence of one of adrien’s flaws (i.e. his jealousy) and he is at no point forced to be held accountable for his actions. 

adrien quite literally causes an akuma because of his jealousy. but he is not forced to apologize to theo for lying about his relationship with ladybug, he’s not forced to apologize to ladybug for lying about said relationship without her consent, and adrien himself is not allowed time in the episode to acknowledge his jealousy, find fault in it, and learn from his mistake. 

adrien as a character already has this annoying habit of being presented as the “perfect boy” who very rarely makes mistakes and is idolized for it. not just by marinette. by pretty much everyone. “jackady” had this really strange scene where gabriel and ladybug were staring at adrien’s modeling shots and gushing about how “flawless” and “perfect” he is. and most of adrien’s arguably negative qualities (e.g. his occassional inability to take things seriously in battle, his naivete, his occasional impulsiveness as chat noir, etc.) are often presented in ways that either make us sympathize with his behavior or find it endearing. 

“copycat” is probably one of the only (if not the only) episodes where adrien is very clearly doing something wrong. he’s angry that theo likes ladybug so much so he lies about his relationship with ladybug and tells theo they’re a thing so that he can back off and chat noir can have ladybug all to himself. 

the problem is that the show doesn’t call out adrien for this jealousy. about the only time it does is when plagg makes a dig at him right when adrien realizes who the akuma is. 

and despite this, adrien merely rolls his eyes at plagg and scoffs at the comment as if it’s a joke. that was the perfect opportunity for adrien to take just a few seconds to say “you’re right. i should’ve never lied and let myself get jealous. that was wrong of me.”

about the best we can get is when chat noir acknowledges that he was the one who caused the akuma so he’s the one who has to go and get himself out of it. but at no point does he tell ladybug why this happened (especially because it involves her) and at no point does he vocalize the mistake he made, i.e. the fact that he let his jealousy take over. 

then this is where the episode really starts to bother me

he calls out ladybug for not showing up to the statue unveiling. they actually make chat noir take time in the middle of his screw up to basically tell ladybug “well maybe you’d know what’s going on if you showed up this morning.” ladybug had done nothing wrong in regards to this akuma. we’re dealing with her phone stealing and her bad time management on the side, but this has nothing to do with the akuma. if anyone’s mistakes should be being highlighted here, it’s adrien’s. 

but the episode continues to just let adrien get away with the fact that he lied. ladybug praises chat noir for his honesty and for the fact that he’s never lied to ladybug about anything (hello, irony) and normally this would be a pretty good moment for chat noir to at least look guilty. but instead he merely thanks her for the compliment and continues fighting anyway. 

and then it gets even worse because the one who apologizes at the end of the episode is ladybug!! she apologizes to theo for not showing up to the unveiling! which, fine ok, but where was adrien’s apology? where was his opportunity to explain to ladybug that he messed up for lying about their relationship, causing this akuma, and putting ladybug in danger?

it’s replaced with chat noir’s angst about his crush not being returned. 

we feel bad for him at the end of this episode because his “crush was crushed.” let alone that he let his jealousy get the better of him and lied to a stranger about ladybug and his relationship behind her back. we end the episode feeling sympathy for chat noir because ladybug doesn’t feel the same way for him. mr. perfect finally has an episode where he screws up and the show does not allow him to take sufficient responsibility for it and own up to his mistake. 

and it further annoys me that this happened because anytime marinette messes up, she almost always apologizes. when she didn’t listen to chloe and caused her to be akumatized? she apologized to her for not listening to her. when she yelled at lila and caused her to be akumatized because of her own jealousy? she apologized to lila for being so mean to her. marinette is continuously asked to own up to her mistakes and apologize for them (as she should) meanwhile the one time adrien screws up, he gets let off for it. 

idk man, it just gets me upset that adrien got it so easy in this episode. he should’ve apologized to theo. he should’ve told ladybug the truth. he should’ve owned up to the fact that his jealousy was totally unwarranted. 

The part of the deep web that we aren’t supposed to see 

Story by Mr_Outlaw_

I’ll assume you all know about the deep web. Well, what you’ve heard is true, it’s not a great place. While some people are there to score legal weed or firearms, or even out of sheer curiosity, others… well they’re obviously not up to anything good. But I’m not here to talk about those sickos. I’m here to talk about what lies beyond that point. The more cryptic and unexplainable part of the internet. The part that nobody’s really supposed to see.

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On a part of all transgender people, I would like to say a few thing:

  1. Just because we’re friends, that doesn’t mean you have any, any, excuse to be transphobic or make transphobic jokes. Just because I like you doesn’t mean you can use me as a free pass for your disgusting jokes. I’m a transgender boy, not an emotionless robot.
  2. Transgender woman and men are more than a fetish. We are more than your fantasy. We are more than your porn preferences. We are not your sick idea of a living kink.
  3. If you’re going to write about trans people, DO YOUR FUCKING RESEARCH!!! Starting T doesn’t mean you are automatically fully biologically male. Dysphoria is fucking awful. People who are meant to support us can just make us a joke. Bullying is real and scary.
  4. Mental illness and being LGBT are not the same thing.
  5. No LGBT person in popular media represent us all. We’re all unique and different, because we’re all fucking human??
  6. No, my name is not a nickname. It is my name. Whether it is my birth name or not is irrelevant.
  7. Teachers, you can be the most supportive and amazing people ever and I’d like to take a second to thank my English teacher for being so supportive.
  8. Stop using us as jokes. Like, I really fucking hate it. Just don’t.
  9. We’re normal! We’re nothing scary, we’re not going to attack you for being cis, and we don’t want anything more than your support and love!
  10. Teach your kids or siblings or parents or whoever these rules. They’re simple, easy, and can make a trans person’s day when you follow them!

Sorry for being so angry. I’m just sick of people calling me a lesbian.

Things that language learners should remember:

  • Don’t compare yourself to others, you learn in your own way.
  • Don’t expect things to be easier after a couple of days. 
  • Don’t give up even if it seems difficult now, it won’t be like this forever.
  • Change your study method, experiment. Maybe you will find something more useful.
  • Challenge yourself. 
  • It’s okay to take breaks once in a while.
  • It’s not okay to procrastinate and post about it several times a week. A joke is okay, but you might influence others and no one learns anything if they procrastinate because it seems “cool”.
  • Be optimistic. You’ll learn/master that grammatical concept/spelling.
  • Your notes don’t define how good you are. Do you learn? That’s all you need. You don’t need fancy notes just as you don’t need simple notes. You do them for yourself so addapt to your liking, not to a trend. 
  • You’ll lose your motivation at some point, it happens.
  • Appreciate your work. You don’t need to learn as much as others. You are you, they are they.
  • Be open minded. If a method didn’t work for you, it might work for someone else. 
  • It’s okay to ask for help. 
  • Mistakes happen, accept them because this is how you learn.
  • Everyone has an accent at the beginning, don’t feel bad about it.
  • Try not to judge others. They chose a certain language, method, resource for a reason. It works for them, leave them alone.
  • Can you help a fellow language learner? Then help. Don’t think “someone else will help”, what if no one will know the answer or see that post and you’re the only one?
  • Don’t expect others to know everything. People make mistakes and they aren’t perfect.
  • Ignore what you dislike. If people have a different opinion from yours, move on. Not everyone has to agree with each other; we are all different.
  • If someone says what they have done today or just practices their target language(s), take 5-10seconds to read. It means the world to them to know that someone appreciates what they are doing. 
  • Never expect others to change for you. 
  • Remember that productive can mean 60 new words but sometimes it just means 1 word and singing badly a Disney song.
  • There isn’t any secret to language learning (or we just didn’t discover it yet) so don’t look for shortcuts.
  • Be nice with each other. Someone is new in the community? It will take 3 seconds to say “hi, welcome” and an emoji. Someone is down? Send “don’t give up”. You don’t have to change their situation, you don’t have to do miracles but 1 kind word, sentence, act might change someone’s day.
  • Don’t be a mean piece of biscuit because you want to hurt someone, don’t agree with someone or you just don’t like someone. 


‘  the world is a little happier with you in it.  ’
‘  i have the right to be happy and i will not let you or anyone else take that from me.  ’
‘  i’m done apologizing for who i am.  ’
‘  i am stronger now and i will not say sorry.  ’
‘  let this moment be your starting point. let this moment be the one when it all began.  ’
‘  if you have nothing, you have nothing to lose.  ’
‘  it’s never too late to rebuild yourself.  ’
‘  healing takes time, but it will come.  ’
‘  your warmth and kindness is more beautiful than you know.  ’
‘  your feelings are valid.  ’
‘  your opinons are valid.  ’
‘  your happiest moment is still yet to come.  ’
‘  turn off the light and close your eyes. it can wait until tomorrow.  ’
‘  self love is a daily commitment.  ’
‘  don’t let those thoughts that are telling you can’t keep you from trying at all.  ’
‘  not today. i won’t let it defeat me.  ’
‘  stop punishing yourself. please. you don’t deserve it.  ’
‘  breathe.  ’
‘  you don’t deserve that! demand better!  ’
‘  i hope you find what your soul really needs.  ’
‘  i hope you find the happiness you yearn for.  ’
‘  there is a point where you have to let go of the anger.  ’
‘  even if your voice was shaky and you stuttered on your words, you still spoke up and i am so proud you did.  ’
‘  there’s something incredible about you and i can’t quite tell what it is. maybe that’s the magic in it.  ’
‘  i know you want more and your heart is driven like that, but don’t take on too much.  ’
‘  people aren’t always going to do and say what you want them to and that’s okay.  ’
‘  you are a living, breathing masterpiece.  ’
‘  some might not understand your beauty, but you are art nonetheless.  ’
‘  quiet down those thoughts. it’s not worth it tonight.  ’
‘  try to have gentle thoughts.  ’
‘  your intrusive thoughts are just thoughts and nothing more than that.  ’
‘  i love you… i always have.  ’
‘  i tell myself i don’t care, but i care too much.  ’
‘  maybe you and i exist together on a different wavelength than the rest of the world. perhaps, we are on a separate frequency.  ’
‘  concept: we’re both in our softest pajamas, your arms around me and our legs are intertwined. you kiss the back of my neck and tell me you won’t ever let me go.  ’
‘  look close enough and you’ll find how much i adore you in every subconscious thing i do.  ’
‘  there are countless parts of you i’ve yet to meet, yet to memorize. nevertheless, i’ll keep wanting to get to know you even when i know everything.  ’
‘  you make me feel loved in my unlovable moments and beautiful even in my ugliest ones.  ’
‘  oh darling, how deeply you’ve become a part of me. i can’t help but feel something is missing when you’re gone.  ’
‘  i can’t help but feel something is missing when you’re gone.  ’
‘  thank you for never making me inadequate or dumb or inferior.  ’
‘  your constant love and respect has given me incredible strength and confidence.  ’
‘  thank you for seeing all the good in me.  ’
‘  every night i image you beside me.  ’
‘  it breaks my heart that you can’t fall asleep with me in the same room or the same city, but i always remember that even an imagined silhouette of you is better than nothing at all.  ’
‘  the spaces between your fingers are where mine fit perfectly.  ’
‘  by some miracle, the universe created you. of all the infinite combinations of atoms, somehow that infinity filtered down to form you.  ’
‘  what people think of you is not equivalent to who you are.  ’
‘  the moment i let myself believe i was going to be okay was the moment i finally was.  ’
‘  protecting your own happiness ins’t selfish.  ’
‘  you deserve every ounce of happiness.  ’
‘  a week, a month, a year without you is nothing compared to the lifetime we’ll spend together.  ’
‘  tomorrow is a new day. and a new day after that. it’s never too late to start over.  ’
‘  i finally realize that i no longer need your approval and i never really did.  ’
‘  maybe i will be okay in the end.  ’
‘  maybe i will find all that i’m searching for.  ’
‘  maybe i will figure out all that i am.  ’
‘  whatever. whatever. whatever. let is pass right by you.  ’
‘  you are not a failure. please believe that.  ’
‘  you are only presented with obstacles you are strong enough to conquer.  ’
‘  it’s been long enough. it’s time to forgive yourself.  ’
‘  your bad days don’t make your good days any less good.  ’
‘  even in your darkest times, the sun still rises.  ’
‘  your existence wasn’t a mistaken accident, it was a creation from almost nothing to something incredible – a miracle even.  ’
‘  your feelings are your own. no one should be allowed to define them for you.  ’
‘  ever since our storylines intertwined, i haven’t stopped smiling. you are the best plot twist.   ’
‘  your thoughts are something that deserve to be heard.  ’
‘  sometimes it’s not meant to be, but that doesn’t mean there’s no value in it happening.  ’
‘  your greatest love story is the one you have with yourself.  ’
‘  i have the right to be happy and i will not let you or anyone else take that from me.  ’
‘  your existence alone has altered the world. you are more important than you know.  ’
‘  thank you for letting me forget all the bad, even just for a second.  ’
‘  you were built for whatever is thrown your way. you are ready.  ’
‘  no matter what your mind is telling you, please know that you are enough.  ’
‘  what i can’t fathom is how we can be so close yet so far away.  ’
‘  you are not a bad person for having bad thoughts. forgive yourself.  ’
‘  you are growing from this.  ’
‘  you will heal in time.  ’
‘  your strength and kindness is more beautiful than you know.  ’
‘  i’m just trying to be happy and stop thinking about what other people think.  ’
‘  i want to be someone who sees magic in ordinary things.  ’
‘  be extra. enjoy things and show it. stop apologizing for it.  ’
‘  why do you keep trying to impress people who don’t matter?  ’
‘  let go of the hate. let go of the anger. let go of the resentment. just let it go because it’s holding you back.  ’
‘  you’re really cute and you make me really happy.  ’
‘  show me your genuine care.  ’
‘  why are you beating yourself up over things you can’t control? breathe.  ’
‘  people annoy me too easily. i need to cut that shit out. i’m not cool enough to be trying to pull that.  ’
‘  underestimate me and give me the ability to prove you wrong.  ’
‘  you don’t have to have everything figured out.  ’
‘  you’re not a bad person for being angry.  ’
‘  forever is an adventure with you.  ’
‘  you are not a failure. please believe that.  ’
‘  you’re my favorite reason to stay awake.  ’


Hi Taylor! My name is Kate! (I’m the one in the pink)
I’m not sure if you’ll ever see this but I wanted to show you this picture from the time my cousin and I went to Oheka Castle for my birthday! We had so much fun walking around the rooms and every two seconds I was all OMG TAYLOR SWIFT STOOD HERE and I died dead. I just wanted to let you know that I love you so much and I’m so greatful to have you in my life. Thank you for always being there and thank you for taking care of us. We will always be right by your side until the very end. I hope you have a nice rest of your day/ night and that I can see you soon! Sending you the biggest hug from New York💕
Love always,

chy_leigh Sitting by the fire with a nice glass of wine to celebrate the last night of filming the #DCcrossovers for me 🍷 Friends… It’s been a helluvah journey. I haven’t seen much of my family the last few weeks, which as most of you who know me or at least know about me, that’s been the greatest challenge.
Second to that, there’s a lot of changes coming - And that, in and of itself, has required a lot of acceptance, embracement, and courage. Nothing we do in life comes without some sort of cost and at the same time, a glimmer of fulfillment. The stories we tell as creators, the emotions we portray are, for many of us, as real as it gets. There are a million questions to answer, I know. I take nothing lightly and in turn, nothing for granted. All I can do is my best with what comes my way. As a human being, I promise to do any and everything within my power to be honest and bold and (hopefully) inspiring to those who are willing and able to walk the journey of life and art with me. Being moderately cryptic here, I hope all of us can find solace in the fact that life is worth living, stories are worth telling, hearts are worth healing, and love is deserved. Change is never one sided… it’s reciprocal. So let’s make every change, every step forward, the one that brings us closer to peace. I love you all and am honored to represent 🏳️‍🌈 #HopeHeals #WeAllMatter ❤️