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Democrats introduce bill to ban anti-LGBTQ conversion therapy nationwide
The Therapeutic Fraud Prevention Act of 2017 would do nationally what seven states and the District of Columbia have already done.

Earlier this week, Congressional Democrats introduced the Therapeutic Fraud Prevention Act of 2017, a bill that would ban anti-LGBTQ conversion therapy nationwide. About 70 members of Congress said they support the bill.

The bill would classify conversion therapy and those practitioners who offer it as fraudulent. As you know, it’s been shown many times that conversion therapy does not work and is actually deeply harmful. 

“The bill is very simple,” Lieu told The Washington Post. “It says it is fraud if you treat someone for a condition that doesn’t exist and there’s no medical condition known as being gay. LGBTQ people were born perfect; there is nothing to treat them for. And by calling this what it should be, which is fraud, it would effectively shut down most of the organizations.”

The Washington Post article linked above provides a really good history of conversion therapy, from its earliest opponents to its documented harmful effects to the politicians who still won’t say whether or not they’d support a ban. Give it a read this morning, and cross your fingers for positive change.

So I let Misha to signed this first, He asked me ‘is it Cas in a wedding dress?’ I said yes (/ω\). Then he signed it and drew the mustache on Jensen’s face.

I told Jensen what Misha did, and he wrote something, (its too small I couldn’t see it (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`), and said no, I can’t write like that, then he crossed it and change it to an arrow, and he wrote ‘I knew it ’( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

After that I went to let Misha see It again, he took the photo and stare at it for a long time, then he said ‘damn it!’ Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

*this is the first time I post this photo, before this, I don’t know who stolen my photo, please don’t do it again!
Comfort Inn Ending | 4

“It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”

pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: angst, smut
wordcount: 8.3k
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Combat Medic space Orcs

I created a Tumblr specifically for humans are weird/space orcs. This is my contribution: Combat Medics.
As a veteran combat medic myself the concept looking back seems kind of outrageous. In the early period of their existence combat medics were military noncombatants. But in recent years we have been fighting enemies who will kill or attack anyone sporting a red cross. So the military has changed its tactics and mixed their medics in to the rest of the unit by arming them and taking away their red crosses. This effectively made us healers who can, and will shoot the enemy.

I wonder how aliens, who have a treaty similar to the Geneva Convention would take this…


Captain Drex'la , Commander of the Rentu, a Frigate class pirate hunting ship, had received orders from Galactic Command to dock and rotate out some of his crew. When he arrived at space dock he received notice of a last minute change and he was receiving two Terrans. This set the commander’s beak on edge. He had heard of the ferocity and ingenuity of human non-combat officers, but he was also aware that most humans will disregard rank structure if it does not suit them.

After some consideration he decided to speak with them individually after they came aboard to see if they were worth keeping. He received their service and personal records and reviewed them briefly and became confused immediately by one. With this he called in petty officer Davis.

Davis arrived promptly to the captain’s office and snapped a sharp salute, “You wished to see me sir?”

Drex'la’s neck quills shuttered as the universal translator transformed his words into a series of grunts, chirps, and clicks he could understand. The sound always seemed so artificial to him though, lacking any inflection. “At ease. I believe there was a mistake in your assignment here petty officer.”

The petty officer dropped his salute and cocked his head slightly, as if he may have heard the captain wrong, “I don’t understand sir.”

At this the captain’s quills rattled, the universal translator must have translated improperly. He pondered his next words carefully before responding, “I started reviewing your service record,” the captain held up his pad and pointing at the petty officer’s picture on the screen. “It says your service in the Earth navy was as a ‘medic’ with your marines. We have no need for additional medical staff on this ship.”

Once the translator finished it’s job Davis’s eyes narrowed slightly and the edges of his mouth curled into the faintest “smile”. The captain realized that even subdued, a smile was unsettling. “Sir,” Davis responded, “I am here to serve with the boarding party, not in the infirmary.”

This made Drex'la almost drop the pad, “But you are a medical professional. We are out hunting pirates, they do not follow the Rel'tésh Accords. They will not hesitate to shoot you or take you hostage. You have no place on the front line.” The captain was beginning to think this human had not understood his orders coming on board.

However the human gave a “nod” and responded, “I am aware sir, and I am a not going in unarmed. I am a veteran combat medic who is trained to fight and provide aid to the injured. I was assigned to you to serve as a marine first and medic second.”

The captain does shakily set down the pad now. “You being a combatant breaks the Rel'tésh Accords.” His tone elevating in pitch and the air sacks under his quills began to inflate in anger.“ I will not have you breaking the laws of my people!”

To this Davis simply responded. “I am not a medic attacking an enemy, I am a combatant who can give aid. There is the critical difference sir. The Galactic Command seems to agree.”

After a very long pause the commander clicked his beak in exasperation. The human had not stepped out of line or directly challenged his command in any way and yet he had the captain ‘over a barrel’ as the humans say it. “What special equipment will you need?” The captain finally spoke.

“I will get with the ship’s doctor and review the crews basic anatomy and medical needs. Then I will modify my load out to be of the best aid to the most crew members with the least amount of equipment. Think of it as a stopgap between the doctor and the front line.”

With this the captain handed him a pad and dismissed him and as the petty officer turned for the door and left the captain felt very tired by what had transpired.

Fast forward half an earth cycle and the petty officer is now commonly referred to as “Doc” by most of the crew. The captain has put him in for 4 commendations and the captain is sure he will always have a “medic” on his ship after this.

My family is going to be moving houses at the end of June, and since I’ve started packing away my books, I thought I might as well share some of my books with y’all and give some book recs while I’m at it!

First up is the LGBTQ+ books I own. Unfortunately, I don’t have very many given it’s kinda difficult to find ones with plots that I like. (I contemplated whether or not to include the wtnv novel in this one, but seeing as it’s not centered around Cecil and Carlos, I decided to leave it out for now).

But anyways, here they are:

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz - A coming-of-age story about two young Mexican boys, Aristotle “Ari” Mendoza and Dante Quintana, who are as different as can be, but who somehow manage to forge an unbreakable connection that spans from childhood to adolescence, and beyond. Ari is angry and confused and from a broken family. Dante is gentle, and emotional, and is “crazy about his parents”. Dante knows he’s gay. And Ari has no idea what to make of his relationship with his best friend.

This one is super sweet and isn’t in the picture because it’s with Natsu at the moment. But it’s really thoughtful and adorable, and I just love Ari and Dante to bits and pieces. Definitely a must-read, guys!

Beautiful Music For Ugly Children by Kirstin Cronn-Mills -  About a young trans teen named Gabe who recently came out to his best friend and parents. The book is about him trying to make peace with who he is. Mostly, he does this through his love of music, and his bond with his next door neighbour, an old man who helps him get his first radio show, where he quickly develops a following of fans who fall for his unique taste in music and his quirky personality. 

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell - A Harry Potter-inspired fantasy book with an absolutely fascinating magic system. We follow an orphaned chosen one who’s just trying to get through the his last school year at his magic boarding school, the Watford School of Magicks, while the entire magical community somehow expects him to save them from the villain who’s been stealing their magic. And not to mention having to deal with his archnemesis vampire roommate who has probably been trying to kill him since the moment they met in first year. But after being broken up with by his girlfriend, and invited to his aforementioned archnemesis’ house over Christmas break, needless to say nothing is going as he would have expected. This entire book reads like some kind of strange, drarry roommates au fanfiction, and it’s absolutely GLORIOUS.

every day by David Levithan -  “A” doesn’t have a body of their own. For every single morning of their life, they’ve woken up in a different person’s body, with no friends or family or life to call their own. And it’s all fine. A’s gotten used to it, made peace with their fate. They’ve learned not to get too attached to anyone, learned not to attract too much attention or interfere too much with the life of the body they wake up in. That is, until they somehow find themselves falling in love with the girlfriend of one of the guys whose body they’re borrowing one day. I actually had to consider for a while whether or not to include this book, because a lot of the most important bodies A inhabits throughout this book are male bodies, and the main female lead is straight. But A themself is nonbinary and pan. They identify as whatever gender the body they’re in is, and are attracted to people regardless of their gender. Loved this book to bits and pieces, really bittersweet. It has a sequel called “Another Day” which is focused mainly on the Rhiannon, the female love interest, but I haven’t read that one yet since I’m not terribly interested in her.

Fan Art by Sarah Tregay - This one is….very juvenile. And by that, I mean it’s one of those idyllic, clichéd ya romances that we all like to pretend we don’t like, but that has all the tropes that we just adore in fanfiction and that we inevitably end up finishing in one sitting. It’s about a high schooler named Jamie who’s recently realized he’s head over heels for his (seemingly) straight best friend, Mason. Cue teen drama and angst and mutual pining. A really cute, light read with an adorable little comic near the beginning.

More Than This by Patrick Ness - Seth attempts suicide by trying to drown himself, and is pretty sure he succeeded. He felt his skull bash against the rocks after all. Only…he wakes up, naked, thirsty, starving, and utterly alone. He has absolutely no clue where he is, but the abandoned, crumbling, overgrown streets seem somehow vaguely familiar to him.

A suspenseful, thrilling, heartbreaking post-apocalypse with a gay protag that absolutely definitely has room for a sequel, though I don’t think the author has any plans to write one.

Openly Straight by Bill Konigsberg - Rafe Goldberg is openly gay, and has a pretty good life. His parents are super supportive, he’s popular at school and has lots of friends, and no one really cares that he’s gay. But he’s getting tired of always being labelled as “the gay friend”. He just wants to be a “regular guy” and not “the gay guy.” So when he transfers to an all-boys’ boarding school, he decides to become “openly straight” instead. But just when everything was going perfectly for him, it all starts unravelling when he finds himself falling for one of his new friends.

I have mixed feelings about this one. I enjoyed it quite a bit while I was reading it, but the ending left me quite unsatisfied, and after having some time away to think about it, I’m not entirely sure I like the main character very much. He’s kinda really manipulative. Read at your own risk.

Proxy by Alex London - Sydney “Syd” Carton is a proxy. Rescued from the wastelands as an infant, his debt to the city was bought by a huge corporation that sells the lives of orphans like him to various rich and powerful people, who buy them as scapegoats for their own children. Syd’s patron, Knox Brindle, is exactly the rebellious, asshole bad boy that every proxy dreads. When Knox breaks an expensive vase, Syd is beaten. When Knox crashes a car, Syd is forced to donate a dangerous amount of blood to keep him alive. When a girl dies because of Knox’s aforementioned car crash…Syd gets the death penalty. His mad attempt to flee his fate leads to the accidental kidnapping of his patron and has the two of them branded as terrorists, leading to a crazy, cross-country chase that will change their entire world as they know it.

This book. Is literally one of my favourite books in the entire fucking world. Hands down the best dystopia book I’ve ever read. The characters are absolutely fantastic, the character development is fucking amazing (Knox somehow ended up becoming my fav character???), the world is rich and vibrant, and the book is beautiful and thrilling and utterly heartbreaking. If you read just one book from this entire list, let it be this one. It also has a sequel, for those of you interested, though I haven’t read it (and don’t plan on it either), so I can’t really vouch for it.

Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan - When two boys from completely different social circles and personalities somehow stumble across each other on one mutually crappy night, their shared name brings both their lives careening together in a strange, complicated, and downright frustrating way.

This one….was kinda dark. It was funny, because one of the Will Graysons is an edgy lil emo kid who thinks strictly in lowercase and writes angsty poetry and he’s absolutely adorable. But it also addresses some very real hardships and struggles that both gay and straight teens have to face. 

I really hate that the translation in animal crossing changed the name of the “sweetie” or “sweet” villagers to “normal”. This makes the player auto imply that they are just run of the mill and nothing special which literally isn’t the case.  Normal villagers aren’t boring at all. They are super kind but suffer from lack of self confidence. Its almost sad because some of them seem like they get walked on because of how sweet and shy they are.  And they talk about a lot of interesting stuff? I had Flurry in my town once and she always talked about how she loved painting pictures.  Normal villagers are just as special as all the other personalities and its sad to see how many people write them off because they are called “normal.”

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“Why is he spending so much time with her? It’s stupid!” Hayden growled.

“I don’t know, you’d think someone so quiet would be able to control themselves, I don’t even know why he turned her, she’s always clinging to him.” Liam snapped as Hayden lent against the wall next to him.

“He didn’t stay up all night with me when I was struggling.” Hayden said quietly as she glanced at Liam who nodded.

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Rebel Loner Girl (& the Babysitter of The Year)

Paring: Steve Harrington/Reader

Tags: female reader, fluff, punk, you’re a loner, character development, family dynamics, dysfunctional family, past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler.

Summary:  You thought it would be a simple drop off for your sister to go to the Snow Ball, but when you have two options,

a) sit in the car and read Will Buyers’ Spider-Man comics, or
b) catch a ride anywhere else with Steve Harrington 

–it’s kind of obvious which one you’ll go for.

Word Count: 2,330

Current Date: 2017-11-16


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Attn: Still Star-Crossed Fans

Did Still Star-Crossed change your life? 

Were you left wanting more after that finale?

Do you think ABC is shady as hell?

Do you want to see more of Lashana’s gorgeous face?

SavingSSC is here to fight for the little show that could. We’ve seen wonderful petitions floating around the internet, as well as countless people wondering why a show with such a beautiful, talented cast wasn’t given its fair chance. This account exists as a starting point  for what could be a campaign to get our show back. In order for that to happen, we’ll need as much man power as possible. 

We figure, if a show without any promotion was able to generate this much interest, imagine if Still Star-Crossed received the support it deserved! We’re down to accept campaign and promotion ideas. It doesn’t hurt to try right? 

Slideshow : Photographer!Ashton One Shot

“Baby?” Ashton’s voice sounds from the other side of the door.

“Yeah?” you call back, your words less clear than they would be if you didn’t have a toothbrush spinning against your molars. When you don’t hear a response, you take a step away from the counter and grab the handle of the closed bathroom door, pulling it open enough to peak through the crack.

A bright flash of light startles you, sending you hiding behind the barrier again. “Ashton,” you scorn lightheartedly, spitting a mouthful of toothpaste foam into the sink and rinsing it down with water. You place the electronic brush back on its holder and cautiously open the door again, making sure the coast is clear before fully entering the bedroom.

“I think this is my best one,” Ashton says proudly, shaking a developing Polaroid photo from his reclined position in bed.

You roll up the cuffs of your long sleeves as you cross the room, yet to change into pajamas. “You could’ve at least told me to smile,” you tut, reaching the end of the mattress and tilting onto your hands and knees, beginning the slow crawl up Ashton’s lengthy legs. With one hand on the camera beside him and the other catering to the picture, Ashton leaves plenty of room for you to prop yourself on top of his denim-clad lap.

“But then it wouldn’t have been in the moment,” Ashton argues, earning himself a well-deserved eye roll. If you had a dollar every time he excused his impromptu photo shoots of you with the phrase “in the moment,” you’d have enough money to buy a new boyfriend.

Still, you’re glad to see Ashton enjoying his birthday gift. As a professional photographer, he’s accumulated a collection over the years of expensive cameras, lenses, sources of light and other equipment, but an old fashioned Polaroid was always the one thing missing, so you decided to use the special occasion to help out.

Ashton glances at the photo he just took and smiles, flipping it with his fingers to aim it in your direction. “Look at how cute you are.”

“Stop,” you whisper bashfully, catching his wrist to lower the picture out of sight. “No more.”

“One more?” he bargains, placing his hand over the camera on the bed beside him.

“Why?” you huff.

“Because I love you.”

You take a deep breath, unable to stand your ground against that. Ashton smirks and raises the camera to his face, squinting an eye behind the view finder and resting his index on the shutter button, but he surprises you by lowering the camera before the photo is taken and setting it on the mattress again. You’re confused until his hands reach out to you and he begins to tamper with the buttons going down the front of your shirt, undoing them one by one until your bra and stomach make an appearance between the hems. You watch in awe as he takes the time to admire the new exposure, knowing that he genuinely does like what he sees. His free palm flattens over the top of your thigh as he repeats the steps of setting the camera up again, a squeeze given to your leg as a flash of light captures the moment.

Ashton pinches the corner of the photo as it slides out of the bottom of the camera, fanning it briefly before setting it upside down on the nightstand.

“Gonna want to save that for later,” he teases.

You smile and peel the camera from his fingers, pushing it out of the way toward the other side of the bed. “No more,” you restate softly, leaning forward to cup his jaw and to press your lips to his.

Ashton doesn’t argue this time, preferring to kiss you instead. His breath hitches when your body sinks down to his, his hands taking their cue to run along your back sensually, making their way under the fabric of your shirt and raising goosebumps on your skin in their wake. Your hips wiggle temptingly as you readjust the positioning of your legs, provoking an accidental groan from Ashton that’s shortly followed by a spurt of energy, flipping the two of you over.

His mouth travels from your lips to your neck where his teeth start nipping individual bites of affection, your fingers tangling into his curly hair and pulling when he gets aggressive. He nudges your shirt off of your shoulders to make room for his kisses to expand, littering every inch of your collarbones and beyond with the loving touch of his lips until he’s forced to pull away to catch his breath.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he whispers just loud enough for you to hear, tugging lightly at your opened shirt. “Want this off.”

You smile and sit up, making the process of sliding the material down your arms a little easier for Ashton. He tosses the clothing to the ground once it’s freed, catching one of your hands and planting kisses to your knuckles, wrist, and up your forearm on his way to your face where he dips his head to taste your lips again.

Before he gets too caught up in you, though, you want to make things a bit more equal.

“Yours too,” you request, bunching and releasing a fistful of his plain black tee.

Ashton is happy to cooperate, leaving a kiss to the corner of your mouth before pushing himself up to his knees. He shows off his arms as he reaches behind his neck for the collar of his shirt to yank the whole thing over his head, and as you watch him do so, an impulsive idea comes to mind.

You grab the Polaroid camera that’s been abandoned next to you, quickly checking to make sure it’s still turned on before aligning the view finder to your left eye and snapping a not-so-secretive picture of Ashton removing his top. If the flash didn’t give you away, the noisy printing of the film afterward certainly did, but you’re not trying to hide anything, waving the developing photo around confidently as Ashton did to you.

His expression is revealed when his shirt comes off, a playful curl lifting one side of his mouth.

“Thought you said no more?” he asks mischievously, leaning forward to place a hand on either side of your ribs.

You shrug, dropping the new Polaroid in with the others on the surface of the nightstand. “Guess I lied.”

Ashton hums tantalizingly, dividing your legs farther apart with his knees to settle himself in between, slowly taking the camera from your hand when he mutters, “Gonna regret that, sweetheart.”

Thus begins a game of back and forth, ownership of the camera being passed between you as the two of you wrestle for dominance, as your bodies are gradually stripped of clothing, as your desire for each other becomes more heated. Ashton manages to photograph an image of his thumb roughly tracing your lips, to which you counter with a picture of his bare torso as you straddle him and carve scratches down his chest. His retaliation is taken when you’re on your back, bucking your hips to ease your jeans down the curve of your ass, but the camera falls into your hands again to document the sight of Ashton’s head between your legs while he lustfully takes his time kissing hickeys up your inner thighs. With each change of position comes a variety of snapshots, falling from the camera and getting lost somewhere in the sheets for later reflection. By the time you and Ashton have forgotten the Polaroid to focus on each other physically, you’re rolling around on a bunch of scattered film strips that practically slideshow your foreplay.

Both spent and breathing heavily, you and Ashton collapse onto the queen sized mattress, resting your heads on the pillows as your heart rates slow to normality. You lazily turn on your side to face him, chuckling when you see that one of the printed photos has adhered to his shoulder, and doing him a favor by peeling it off. Ashton looks to you when he hears you squeal, watching as you cover your eyes in embarrassment.

“What?” he laughs. “Which one is it?”

An answer isn’t provided, so he takes the picture to see for himself, smirking upon realizing it’s the one he took of you with a certain body part of his being cared for in your mouth.

“Aw, love, don’t be shy now,” Ashton coos, digging an arm under your body and pulling you into his chest, pressing his lips to your forehead in comfort. “I really liked that.”

You shake your head knowingly, grabbing another photo lying in the space between your and Ashton’s hips. “What are we gonna do with all these?”

Ashton tilts his chin to look at the image with you and takes a deep breath. “Make an album, I guess.”

“Ew,” you laugh, plowing your elbow into his side.

He delivers another kiss to your temple. “We should keep them, though. Something to remind us of how hot we were when we’re old.”

You swallow, glancing up at him. “You think we’ll be together that long?” you ask, a bit surprised by the certainty in his statement.

Ashton’s hand covers the one you’re using to tickle his stomach. “Well you were here for this birthday,” he says softly. “Wouldn’t mind ya sticking around for fifty more.”

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Alex Goddamn Paknadel instructed us all to seek out your take on Rogue One and I have no idea where to look. Help.

It was in my newsletter (tinyurl.com/kierongillen) last year, and it’s not one that’s in the archive. Do sign up if you like this kind of thing.

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I started Sunday Morning with the 11am showing of Rogue One at South London cultural institution that is the Peckham Plex. It was the last showing. It was one of the last showings in London. It’s the first time I’ve seen a film twice in the cinema since Fury Road.

I like it a lot. My one-line tweet review ROGUE 10/10 captures my basic feelings, but second time through, things are always going to change. You can’t cross that river twice. You change. The world changes. In the last month, more than most.

But I found it as effecting as first time, on average. Some bits more, some bits less, over-all similarly wet eyed. But it’s lingered in a different way. First time, I came out in a giggly fanboy rush. Second time, I’m pretty much crushed.

Being a working writer, I’m unpacking and trying to reversely analyse choices, and doing my own rewrites to make what I think the effect it’s looking for more efficiently. It’s just something I do, and have done for the vast majority of my life. It’s certainly true towards the end the tangle of game-logic makes it top heavy, and (as always happens when you explain so much) leads to even more questions . You can question the integration of all those fighter pilots into the final act, leaning into the “not a star wars film unless there’s a dogfight at the end” (I felt them weakest bits of Force Awakens, but landed better here for reasons I’ll go into…)

But underneath all that, I can’t question it too much, as I see its point and the reasons for doing so. That’s why we talk about choices, as it’s really about what you choose to prioritise. It’s all done to make the movie turn into a relay race, a chain of buckets. If any one individual doesn’t do their small thing, it fails, and the future for a galaxy far, far away is the Empire’s jackboot, forever.

This rebellion isn’t about one kid getting a lucky shot . This rebellion is about all those individual choices and moments of heroism enabling the kid to get to a place to take that shot. It is many Bothans, writ large. None of the people who died knew that what they did made a difference. Some knew if they hadn’t done it, it’d have failed… but none knew for sure. They went to their graves ignorant. It could have all been for nothing.

To that end, the ballooning of viewpoint characters becomes the point, those pilots as real as anyone else, the actors commitment to those fragments of time meaningful. And as we pull away from our cast, we come to the final scenes, with those nameless Rebellion troops being cut down by Vader, one by one. Look at the details as Vader looms out the dark. The half-lowering of the guns as each consider just not doing this.. and then raising as they decide they have no choice.

Any of them didn’t slow down Vader for a half second, the Death Star survives. Any of them.

Which leaves me aware that’s all we can do when facing fascism in the dark. We have no idea if what we do make a difference. But it may. You have to believe it may.

Imagine Sisyphus watches the boulder tumble back, time and time over. Imagine the centuries, millennia of frustration. Imagine taking a breath, stepping up to its familiar form, and rolling that boulder again.

You wonder why he does so.

He knows that, against all his history, one day maybe the boulder won’t tumble back.

Hope is all we have, but hope - whether new or old – can be cruel.

break my heart- h.s song imagine

you can listen to the song here

Originally posted by hey-vi0let

I will not forget

All the wonderful things you’ve done

You sat on the cold floor of your kitchen, tears flowing out of your eyes. You let out a shaky sigh, a sob about to burst through. It was if the world was out to get you today. One thing after another. You woke up late for your uni class, you forgot that a test was scheduled and ended up turning in a test with hardly anything on it because you didn’t know the information, you had to work double shifts since your coworker decided to call in sick, you went to pick up dinner but your card was declined since someone was accessing your bank account. It was just national “Piss on Y/N Day.”

You heard keys jingling in your door before a voice called out to you. Harry turned the corner into the kitchen and sighed, “Oh, love.” You looked up at Harry and started to sob. Harry quickly sat on the floor next to you and pulled you into his lap. He started whispering things such as “You’re going to be okay, love.” or “I love you, you brave girl.”

Eventually your crying ceased. You were just enjoying the feeling of Harry’s arms around you. You quickly looked at him, “You’re supposed to be at Jeff’s birthday dinner right now!”

Harry kissed your forehead. “Jeff will understand. Gotta make sure my girl’s okay.”


It’s like a test, it’s like a game

To see how much I can take

Harry was pacing in front of you, face red. You were looking down at your hands, sat on the couch in his living room.

“I just don’t understand what the big deal is, Y/N!” Harry turned to you, crossing his arms. “Doesn’t change anything! Still love you!”

You sighed for the millionth time that time. You pinched your nose and closed your eyes. “Why do you have to pretend you’re dating someone else? What good will that do?”

Harry sat down next to you. “It’ll get people talking. It’ll bring up my name more. My album would be talked about more.” You looked down at the coffee table, “Why can’t you be seen with me? Why can’t I be the reason why you’re being talked about?”

This time Harry sighed, wanting the conversation to end, “We’ve been seen together already and already claimed we’re friends. Bringing someone new will bring more conversation to the table.” Harry stood up from the couch and looked down at you, “Whether you like it or not, this is happening.” He walked to his bedroom and slammed the door. Not wanting to be there any longer, you grabbed your jacket and left his apartment.


Tell me you’ve never loved me

Tell me that it wasn’t real

Just say you’ve found somebody else

Since the fight, Harry stayed true to his word. Him and his publicity team found someone he could pretend to date. To say she was beautiful was an understatement. She was the classic “girl next door.” What Harry didn’t mention was just how long this whole ordeal would go on. It’s been a month and Harry was still required to be seen with this girl. What he also failed to mention was the lack of communication the two of you would have. Missed calls, unanswered texts, hardly coming to one another’s apartments. He was in the same city but you’ve never felt as far as you did from him. You were looking at your phone, a new picture of “Harry and his beau” was on the screen. Your best friend was staring at your every move, a look of sympathy on her face. “You know. He should just date her. Make things easier. If he wants to be seen with someone else so badly just fucking be with her.” You mumbled, reading the article of Harry and his new love interest.

Your best friend winced, not wanting to upset you any more. “You don’t mean that, Y/N.”

You slammed your phone down and looked up at her. “I mean it, he should just get it over with already.”


Pictures disappear

And every memory will fade

“I’m so sorry, Y/N!” Harry said while on FaceTime with you. You were in the living room of your apartment, a banner saying “Happy birthday” hanging behind you. You moved out of the way as your friends were gratefully cleaning after the party. “Management thought it would be nice to be seen at Paris! Thought it would look like a little get away! Make it seem romantic!” Harry tried reasoning with you. You looked at him with an emotionless face. I should be going on a runaway trip to Paris with you. Especially on my fucking birthday. “It’s fine, Harry.” You started walking to your bedroom door, passing down hallways filled with pictures of you and Harry.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.”


Break my heart

You stared at the magazine in front of you. Mocking you and confirming your worst nightmare. On the picture was a photo of Harry kissing his “girlfriend” with his arms wrapped around her waist. You stared at it with no emotion whatsoever. Somehow, you knew this would happen. You were done.


This can only end one way

Just do it now, I don’t wanna wait

“Break up with me” You said as soon as Harry’s apartment door opened.

Harry gave you a look. He knew you saw that picture. He gasped, “What..No.”

You pushed him out of the way and walked into his apartment. “Clearly I don’t mean anything to you if you’re out cheating on me.”

Harry closed the door and looked at you, “Cheating! It’s for-”

“I know! It’s for work but that kiss wasn’t for work! That was solely for your own pleasure!” You screamed at him, hands flying to your hair and tugging on it.

Harry panicked and walked up to you, hands trying to find yours, “Love, please let me explain-”

You quickly backed away from him and started to walk to the door. You turned your head over your shoulder. “We’re though.”


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Tapu KoKo, Fini: Form Changes?!! USUM

Known as Kinolau Forms, two images of Tapu Legendary Pokémon could change Pokémon USUM for the better, if Gamefreak turns their forms from Tiki to Therian Forme.

“They look like Pokémon!”


Kinolau iterally means “many forms.” They are the physical manifestations of an akua and even though they often take the form of a plant or animal, kinolau are not limited to only flora and fauna.


One thing is for sure, Pokémon USUM should not have the same “Tapu Legendaries” as in Pokémon Sun and Moon. Since we’ve already caught them in Sun and Moon. It would be repetitive, so fingers-crossed for a form change and even more if “Therian Formes” come back.


Therian Forms belong to the Unova Legendaries: Tornadus, Landorus, and Thundurus!



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Warm Welcome

TITLE: Warm Welcome

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One Shot

AUTHOR: christy Winchester

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine asking Loki for a selfie when you saw him in New York, which greatly surprised Thor because he thought you were going to ask for his (Thor) selfie.

RATING: Teen

NOTES/WARNINGS: None 

You brushed your purple and black hair out of your face as you pushed through the crowded streets of New York. The subway was horrible, but the streets were worse. And you were running late for your tutoring gig at the community centre. 

“Come on Raven! We’re gonna be later than we already are!” Your friend Sammy called as she drug you around by your wrist. You two stood at the street corner and waited for the crossing light to change. You heard squealing up ahead and peeked around Sammy to get a good look. Before you could see, she squealed herself and drug you up to the commotion. 

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Personal Assistant Part4

Previously: Part3

Seb slammed the door shut and screamed in anger, he punched the wall, making a hole and dropped to the floor sobbing an angry mess. He was angry with himself for not telling you any sooner and he was angry at Chris for liking you and angry at the woman he fucked.

“I gotta fix this”

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Teenagers (4) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three

And Marigolds All in a Row - blueberryphancakes

Summary: Dan is angry. Angry at the world, angry at his parents, angry at his classmates who treat him more like a punchline than a person. New to Brookwood Academy, he does his best to keep his head down and take advantage of his opportunity at a fresh start, but getting through sixth form unnoticed proves harder than expected. Then, one day, he wanders into a garden with as many secrets as flowers and meets a boy who has managed to do just that.

Christmas Party - cafephan

Summary: During a Christmas party with his friends, Phil finds himself alone and upset in a room full of loved-up couples. Dan is there to comfort him.

Color Me Shades Of Smitten - phanniephil

Summary: High school au in which Dan is an introspective poet, and Phil is a quiet math geek. One day their paths cross, and their lives both change for good.

Do You Believe In Magic? - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan and Phil live in a world where magic exists. They’ve grown up together in a same small town and have learned to hate each other. One day a ‘witch’ casts a spell on them to make them switch bodies with each other. They spell can’t be undone until they learn to get along.

Falling Slowly - snowbunnylester

Summary: The two shy boys in class are forced to do a project together, and a relationship is born.

Feelings Gone Unnoticed - studio-phan

Summary: Phil Lester was beyond perfect, but sadly he wasn’t mine.

Feel The Sunshine - interrupted-by-fireworks

Summary: Dan’s promised to go to his brother’s soccer game but starts to get bored there. That is, until he bumps into someone and spills his drink.

here comes the sun (do do do do) - starryskylester

Summary: Dan sits behind Phil in English class. Dan does weird things to get the boy he likes’ attention. Dan somehow succeeds.

i’m not a saint but do I have to be? (ao3) - ecstasin

Summary: Phil’s very serious about his role as a prefect and Dan just wants his attention (and some fun).

It’s Just The Way It Is? (ao3) - Fangirlcraze

Summary: Dan is a rich british teen with no sense of how to live and provide for himself. His mother’s job forces them both to move to America. Among all the changes, his new public school is much different than the all-boys private school he attended back in England. The families are poor, the kids are aren’t as rude, and America is filled with amazingly weird culture that Dan is cautious to explore. Phil is an American teen with a weekend job and an average SAT score. For community service hours, he has to guide a snobby rich british teen on how to adjust to a new school and eventually, a new perspective on life.

Kiss Me Alot (ao3) - transphil

Summary: Phil offers to be Dan’s first kiss.

Like A Superhero (ao3) - extraterrestriallester (juleswatsvn)

Summary: Dan is a grumpy teenager that doesn’t want to go on holiday with his parents. Phil works at the campsite shop. What will happen when they meet?

My Pastel Prince - uslovesphan

Summary: Pastel!Dan gets the amazing news that his boyfriend, Punk!Phil, is moving to his town. Dan gets bullied by his classmates and Phil finds out about it, but that Phil knows, doesn’t work out very well for Dan.

More Or Less (Than) Friends - uslovesphan

Summary: Phil is popular and cool and has lots of friends, Dan is shy and doesn’t have any friends. Neither of those things turn out to be ideal, but they might be ideal together.

No Wrong Way - snazzydan

Summary: This isn’t how he’s supposed to be. Phil is in love with the girl he thinks Dan is. Dan can’t bear to disappoint him with the truth.

One Daydream Away - awkwarddezzy

Summary: “He strolls through the halls with his head held high, a coy smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes tell me otherwise.” In which Phil is a dark enigma that Dan will never give up on. High school AU, Punk! Phil and Pastel! Dan.

Raspberry Vodka - dansleftboob

Summary: Teen!Phan try raspberry vodka and anal sex for the first time.

The Summer - snowbunnylester, botanistlester

Summary: Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life.

Two Doors Down (ao3) - thejigsawtimess

Summary: Dan drums in the dead of night to dispel the quiet. Phil can hear him from two doors down.

Who’s That Boy? - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan Howell is the shy, loser kid who nobody notices unless they’re picking on him. Nobody cares about him until they find out that he’s dating a mystery older boy on a motorbike, named Phil Lester.

You Are You And I Am I - lesterkinky

Summary: singer!dan and baker!phil au.

you keep on hitting, but i keep on swinging - magicalphil

Summary: Dan’s an asshole and Phil tries to convince himself Dan isn’t one.