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CARYL AU: where they leave after the war to live in peace
there wouldn’t be anything left of me after that…

the days are long and quiet. filled with the rustle of the leafs and the rush of the nearby shore. the scent of damp earth and salt.

she reads. loses herself in different worlds. tends to their small garden with care and skill. bakes and cooks and eats. learns to love the taste of food again. at night, she curls herself around him, allows herself to seek warmth and comfort.

he hunts. loses himself for hours in the woods. rests his tired feet in the cold water of the ocean. builds a fire for them. mends the small house they call home. at night, he makes love to her slowly, gently. kissing away phantom pains.

some nights, one of them wakes from old demons haunting their dreams.

some days, she doesn’t say a word. hardly eats a thing.

some nights, he sleeps on the sofa, afraid even of her touch.

some days, he feels anger coiling inside of him as it once used to.

but only some days.

Found this in my drafts**:

*clears throat* May I present the idea:
~✨Ella Enchanted au✨~

  • •Laurent is from a very well-to-do kingdom
  • •Auguste died (idc how)
  • •Akielos took a bunch of land after that
  • •When Laurent was born his aunt Vannes gave him the “gift” of obedience
  • •When Laurent lost his family he was left to live with his Uncle and his uncle’s men (man? Idk how to fit the evil step-sisters in so like twin Govarts??? LOL)
  • •His uncle tells him that he isn’t allowed to protect/hang out with Nicaise

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ive had like one crush my entire life and even then i was like??? do i just really want to be your friend???? and i kind of hate that

ughghfghj my friends always see me as a pure cinnamon roll cutie full of sunshine and im just??? so hurt???

like wtf do you even see me for who i am?? yeah i get really excitable around them bc they’re my friends and i use a lot of hand gestures and i bounce and flail when i’m happy and my pitch and facial expressions can be Too Expressive at times and i get uncomfortable with sex jokes and i do always try to be honest but that doesn’t make me a personality-less child???

Whenever I blow my nose, I always take a deep breath so I can blow with Maximum Force™. This isn’t a big deal, except when my hands move faster than my mind and I have the Kleenex too close to my mouth, so instead of taking a deep breath, I end up sucking in the Kleenex and half suffocating myself.

Ships i will do:


Analogical, Royality, Lamp, Logince


All of the above, and all the others, i can’t be bothered to type them all out.

But please send in prompts, and send them in with the actual prompt words. 💚

you got a home for now and forever: a caminah masterpost

because this is long overdue and they’re literally the most important thing to ever happen and they’re the best friends in the history of best friends and I need somewhere to vent let’s get started shall we

disclaimer: no gifs are mine except the grand rapids q&a gifs and the red in indianapolis gifs and certain puerto rico gifs

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“Last year an officer from this division went missing and we brought her home.”


i had to like, ghost google hemorrhoids to learn how to spell it. i did NOT hit send on that search.

As Election Day approaches,

I can’t help but wonder what could happen if Trump is elected. I think about my career as a teacher and educator, my existence as a woman, my day to day life as someone with a chronic illness, the reality of my health as a woman and my body’s unique health needs.

I think about cost of living, about the rhetoric Trump encourages and has encouraged, the kind of behavior he models for young people, and how many students have justified their outrageous, mean, obnoxious, disrespectful, and racist/sexist/bigoted behavior with, “Well, Trump does it!” I think about the nonsensical words he utters, the lack of knowledge he possesses, the entitlement and arrogance with which he lives his life. I think about the time I held an in-class debate with my sophomores and how they all interrupted, yelled at, and talked over one another, claiming, “That’s how the presidential debate was! If they can do it, why can’t we?!” I think of how angry I was at Trump for giving my students an excuse to behave the way they did, how easy it was for them to cite his behavior as justification.

I think about bringing a child into a world–a country–that chooses such a man for president. I think about how I have even less to worry about than any of my POC friends and acquaintances, the friends I have in less fortunate areas of the US.

I think about what it will be like to wake up on Wednesday the 9th in a nation that has said, “Yes, he’s racist, misogynistic, nasty, unqualified, foolish, dishonest, unhinged, and selfish, but at least he’s not a politician.” I think about the terrible things that will be said by my students because they’ll be allowed to be “politically incorrect now,” which is another word for, “free to be a bigot.” I think about the things he’s said that have sent chills down my spine: “As President, I will do things never thought possible before in the White House,” how he can’t promise he’ll allow a peaceful transfer of power or accept the results of the election, his use of the words “Muslim ban” and “extreme vetting,” his mocking of a disabled reporter…

I think about how my job as a young female teacher might get even more difficult. I think about how much more I will be scoffed at, interrupted, mocked, and spoken over not just by colleagues but by my own male (and probably some female) students.

I think about my parents who are on disability due to debilitating illnesses. I think about how hard it is for them to make ends meet. I think about how Trump and his family have no idea what it’s like to struggle the way they struggle, to work hard as a middle class family only to have the middle class disappear and their country and government abandon them. I think about how they’re treated simply because they are poor, how everyone assumes they’re milking the system and taking advantage of government handouts. I think about how that’s the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard.

I think about the increasing tension between black Americans and whites. I think about how Trump relishes in violence and vengeance and nastiness. I think about all of the terrible things that are bound to happen if he is given power.

I think of a lot of other things. And a pit settles in my stomach because, inevitably, I think of history and Germany and Russia and wars and police states and oligarchies and government corruption and propaganda and 1984 and Animal Farm and George Orwell and dystopian literature and the dark and foreboding quotes from philosophers and psychologists who warn us about these very kinds of power-hungry narcissists. And the pit in my stomach gets heavier, and it swims and squirms.

So I pray. A lot. Because my ballot’s turned in, and I’ve voted with my conscience and my logic and reason and my knowledge of the election process, which means I’m with her. And everything in me wants to scream from the mountaintops what’s at stake here–who we are at our core as a nation and a people–but my voice will not change anyone’s stalwart opinion.

So I wait, I hope, and I pray that in the event Trump is elected, we realize the huge mistake we’ve made and are able to save ourselves from the inevitable horror of Trump as our commander in chief.

anonymous asked:

So I don't know if anyone else is watching the actual GPF, but I can't get over how beautiful our princess, Evgenia Medvedeva, was in her SP and afterwards how she literally BEAMED STRAIGHT FOR A RICEBALL PLUSHIE THAT SOMEONE THREW ON THE ICE FOR HER BECAUSE OF YOI I'M CRYING

Really?? You gotta give me the link! I’ve only watched her World Championship 2016 FS!