dont talk to me about the colouring

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I just wanted to get some folks together to pay a tribute to somebody who’s, not only been by my side for the duration of this amazing journey, but somebody who has devoted his entire professional life to service this country. The best Vice President America has ever had, Mr. Joe Biden.

My interpretation of the MOON signs

(You could probs relate your sun if you want maybe even your rising)

Aries: they take up your life: being loud, leaving mess on the stairs, creating arguments out of thin air and always filling the void with their drama. Very self-centred but oblivious to it so I’ll let it be. Problems they hav always someone else’s fault. Very loving and cuddly and express passion easily. Never stick to hobbies after announcing that its there biggest passion n cant survive without it. Though, they don’t wait around for things to be handed to them - they are always up to something interesting. Independent.

Taurus: they are great to spill your words upon and never flinch when u say something deep or shocking so it makes u chill af cause they are…Most of the time…they can get angered when things aren’t as it should as they are very stubborn. don’t like people who aren’t committed to friendship or plans/dreams and dont like people who dont give their stuff back. Seemed to hav cows eyes: very deep n dreamy and long eyelashes -often brown eyes that i know of or watery blue eyes. lov food or other luxuries.

Gemini: childlike, like everything light hearted and humorous. there has to always be words to fill up the quiet spaces otherwise they start to get agitated. Dont like boring people and will blatantly walk off or something. Nervouusss people. Tapping all the time. When they’re in a goood mood they’re goofy but can become detached and cold and become a bit of a smart arse. Like knowing their shit.

Cancer: homely people. Warm and loving to fault as they are always let down by others who do not give the same warmth and pure emotions back. I think they could probably guilt trip u many times. emotions are not hidden which is good and bad because shots are firedddd and their words filled venom when there really cheesed off. Like lots of nice things. also love cute fluffy animals. Love their family to be always near - protective can become smothering. Talk about the ‘good old days’ 24/7.

Leo: why are you so posey and dramatic? They like to tell a tall tale - love to add bits to the truth to make it more exciting - which is actually interesting to hear tbh so good job :) they love to be centre of attention obvs. Also hold their heads high and always seem taller than actually are. Full of exuberance. & they often believe in their abilities so they achieve good grades and r smarttt!

Virgo: lovs when people do little silly things for them because they like when people are as detail orientated as them. expect too much of people becaus they do too much for others. Nervous but lowkey cause their earthiness sort of makes it hum in the background. Has potential to be shady. I love their organisation, chills me the f out. Some reason i feel they be really good at ASMR videos because of their voice & movements. and they r actually quite talkative but its usually nothing too intellectual or snobbish just good natter. Bites their nails!

Libra: i dont get them. They dont make an imposing impression on me as they’re delicate and not too in ya face. Loves knitted jumpers and wearing light colours Ive noticed. Sweet n gentle. Probs could get away with murder. Gets really into things like a celeb or tv series for a while. Has fan blogs probably. like to talk about things such as kpop, clothes, items in their neat pencil case and make up. Idkkk

Scorpio: protectivveee. Intense. Passionate about theirs hobbies and interests. Can become lost in their own intellectual, abstract world forgetting what is truly important until they realise and become regretful and then hold many unresolved grudges. They are e m o t i o n a l but try to hide it - constantly simmering and on the verge of erupting. Though they are quite interested in their own passion - they’ll hype u up about yours and talk for hours about theirs and your own dreams. Abstract knowledge that seems to appear out of no where when they speak -unconventionally smart.

Sagittarius: want to escape reality. Someone i used to know would read a lot of books - probs erotic - she also used her work as escapism? her husband wouldn’t take her on holiday:( another i know comes across very cool and full of knowledge and like to says corny things like ‘you might as well live your life to the fullest because you’ve only got one’. acts like a philosopher. Has gooood taste in music. knows everyone and can keep good relationships with all of them.

Capricorn: thinks they’re are funny af but peeps often laugh at their jokes cause they’re just a bit shit. Tries to come across cool 😎looking for a for job but isn’t working out lol. Wants fame n fortune. they love to talk deep and intellectual without getting too personal. probably quite lovey dovey but it is buried deep inside them. likes to keep it light by listening to music or watching the telly otherwise there thoughts overwhelm them. ( i hav cap moon so might look like a different viewpoint to the others moon signs)

Aquarius: loves to make a point that they are different lol. Intellectual af cause they really smart. Can talk for hours on end but still likes down time. they are the world’s friend but they only let a few know the real them (if thats is actually the real them ). Quirky sense of humour. Hav big dreams and most likely succeed in pursuing them. they are very open about weird stories and experiences they hav had which is fun to hear. will hav something to say about every topic on earth - love to share an opinion.

Pisces: too kind for their own good. They know your weaknesses/insecurities from first time you meet. i think they have melancholy spells which they find themselves in a trance - i catch them staring blankly quite a lot. Love to ask if you’re okay. Mooody. Let down by humanity. Very chatty and has of cool things to say. Music may rule their life - musically talented in one case ik (probs used as escapism). Can be burdened with very unsettling thoughts of not being good enough; making sure they keep there reputation for being the nice guy which means getting pushed about

some thoughts about middle earth
  • elves and dwarves are so confused by men’s gendering?? in both elf and dwarf cultures your gender and physical sex is completely seperate, so when they see a human baby and the parents are like, “yep, this our son, he’s a boy,” the elves and dwarves are so confused?? becaue the child hasn’t gotten a chance to decide for themselves??
  • elf and dwarf children get to feel out different genders until they feel comfortable to call themselves that gender. even then, theyre free to change it later on if they want
  • (aragorn was raised as an elf and therefore also went through this process. he tried out being a girl for a few years, then agender, and eventually decided on calling himself a boy. elrond was super proud)
  • it’s easy to tell with dwarves, bc they have special braids/beads for their gender
  • elves generally ask each other if theyre unsure, bc theyre deathly afraid of making assumptions, since thats like a really big insult
  • elves and dwarves each have very distinct body shapes. its difficult to differentiate between a (physically) female or male dwarf and between a (physically) female or male elf, which is great bc it means the humans cant just assume their gender
  • they dont really gender jobs (eg the woman cant be a guard or the man cant be a cook) bc thats not how elf/dwarf gender works?? theyre like the epitome of gender equality
  • (so dis was actually before dain in succession to the throne of erebor, but she decided to let him rule bc she had just lost the last of her remaining family)
  • elves are usually pansexual
  • dwarves are usually demisexual
  • hobbits are a mix, generally bi or pan, and occasionally polyamorous (theyre very free with their love)
  • humans are the very old school race, heterosexuality is generally preferred bc you can have a baby (theyre still very “a Woman is a Woman and a Man is a Man”). if youre looking for a pretty bigoted race, this is it
  • race (ie the colour of your skin) is not a big thing?? i mean youve got halflings and orcs and talking ravens and shit walking around??
  •  the elves occasionally have this thing about heritage, but its still more about blood (like Noldor or Sinda or w/e) than physical attributes
  • that being said, most dwarves are def poc
  • i mean, they were created in the image of aule and dont even think about telling me he was white
  • also?? hobbits are a farming and gardening race?? they spend the whole day out in the sun, working?? they are not white fam
  • elrond is also not the straight-haired, pale bitch peter jackson showed us?? um dude he was related to like half of beleriand (part of middle earth that got flooded before lotr) and despite what peter jackson tells us, not every fucking elf and human is white jesus fucking christ
My IRL Otherkins story.

Alright, so I go to an animal college in the UK. Its pretty respectable, most people act like.. Well like teenagers do, ands its all around okay. You meet other people who love animals, so its cool

Then i met these three people. two neon dyed hair, piercings and the lot. Now this is pretty normal at the college, the whole dyed hair and piercings thing. But these girls wore  giant onesies and odd shirts. One was very tall chick with neon pink/blue hair and i think a leopard onesie, one was smaller girl, and a little bit plumper with black/white hair (think Curella devil) and a ferret onesie.  and the last one was.. Trans i think. They had the typical short hair and referred to themselves as he.. He wore a shirt that said “Rats > Children"  ANYWAY I’ll call them “Pink, Black and Brown” because that was their hair colours.

  They were sat talking about Rodents (My specialty that i work with) So i figured “Eh they’ll be okay.” so i approached them and said “Hi! You like rodents too do you?”

“Brown :Oh yes I love Rats especially!” so i got excited, because rats are my main animal i study, so i was like

Me: Oh thats cool, I dont see many other people who love rodents as much as i do.“

Brown: Yeah, they are my kin animal!”

It was that moment i realised id fucked up.

me: “Oh uh… Yeah?”

Brown: “Yup! I eat nothing buts nuts, seeds and fruit. The same diet i give my rats!.”

Me: “… Rats are omnivores though”

Brown: “Actually they can live off of just that diet! I’ve had rats for three years, haha! i know my stuff. -w-”

Me: “… I’ve kept rodents for ten years, and yes while you can feed them that diet. They do need protein and-”

*Brown starts to get offended and decided shouting will make me go away, so i turn to the other two and gesture at them.*

Black: Actually Brown… She is right.

Brown: *stares angrily at black untill she looks away nervously* Whatever.

Me: Uhhh… So what about you guys? *turns to pink and black* Favorite animals? Lemme guess- Ferrets and Leopards?“

Pink: Well duh. They are our kin animals.

Me: Ohh… You’re all otherkins then?

Black: Y-yeah…

Me: ... How did you find out you were kins anyway?

Pink: Brown told me I was kin. she taught me about tumblr and how kins and what they are. It explains why I steal too.

(I didnt know Leopards go around pickpocketing and stealing groceries, but ok)

Me: … Okay. And you?

Black: Uh… I have a lot in common with a ferret, they are cute, friendly, like eating meat and being wild and free. Plus Brown told me. I have tumblr too…

(For those who dont know. Ferrets dont live in the wild. + They arent friendly unless they are bred,)

Me: Ohh.. Okay. *pulls a face when i thought they werent looking*

Pink: Whats with that face? If you’re making fun of us i’ll beat the shit outta you. *twitches like a serial killer would*

Me: Charmed… Im gonna go okay? see you about.

Two weeks later i was at the college store, and the police arrived and arrested Pink (now blue) for shoplifting the day before. Howd they find her so easily? Well when you shoplift in a fucking leopard onesie you stand out like a sore thumb. She eventually got kicked out for attacking a teacher, trying to bite him screaming "Im a feral animal not a human!”

Brown and Black are still on campus… sometimes. Whenever they arent “triggered” by someone telling them Otherkins arent real or when they arent being suspended for telling the teachers theor “real diets” for their spirit animals or saying they know better then the proffesionals who worked with their animals for over 10 years. How they still have a place i do not know.

– How absolutely dreadful lmao
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I could lose my family, my career…everything!

NCT Dream reaction to their crush having green eyes

nct dream reaction to their gf/crush having green eyes^^

A/N: I just wrote about their best friend/crush if thats alright! xx :)

Originally posted by moonyutae

Mark: I’m sorry, what were you saying?

Mark would constantly get lost in your eyes whenever you had a conversation with him. He’d always stare at them innocently and forget what you were talking about. They’d be his favourite feature on you ever

Originally posted by nctmark

Renjun: ……..

Renjun would flat out stare at your eyes like mark except he probably wouldn’t even realize that he’s doing it and not listen to your words on accident. He wouldn’t mean to do it, he’d just trail his eyes slowly to yours and keep them there without even thinking. 


Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

Jeno: You have really nice eyes, has anyone ever said?

I think out of everyone in the group, Jeno would probably straight up tell you that he adores your eye colour. Of course this boy would be very shy to do so but he’d rather you know that in case he’d caught staring at you. 

Originally posted by donghyukslee

Haechan: You’re eyes aren’t even that cute… *inwardly screams*

Haechan would love your eyes dont get me wrong here guys but if you were to ever talk about your eyes he’d make cheeky comments to get more of your attention. He’d smile when he says those things to let you know he’s lying and would definitely reassure you they’re beautiful if his comments get to you.

Originally posted by catweeen

Jaemin: Hey can you look my way once again?

Jaemin would love to look at your eyes and he’d make that obvious. He’d constantly ask you to look at him again, eye smile, wink etc. Being his best friend, you’d go along with it but little do you know he’s just adoring you more and more every time. 

Originally posted by nct-china-line

Chenle: Have I ever told you how amazing Y/N’s eyes are? yes chenle you have told us a million times now shh (Mark)

Chenle would talk about how beautiful he thinks your eyes are to the other members so much that it bothers the other members but they’d let it go because of how cute it is that he does that. Chenle would never tell you about how he loves your green eyes but he’d let everyone else know

Originally posted by nctinfo

Jisung: Your eyes are so cute

Like Jeno, I think Jisung would just tell you that he loves your eyes but he’d still be too shy to confess his feelings for you. When Jisung first met you, your eyes were the first thing he noticed and loved. He’d probably always talk to about them to his members like Chenle to be honest

Burned- Part Two(Marliza Fic)

Note: what’s this?? She wrote a second part??? OH YES!

Warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing(I think), and being a terrible sister

Tags: @secretschuylersister @steiiarrs @butlinislin @maybe-mikala @queerenbian @ham4fan-fiction (I think that’s it pls tell me if I missed you)

Word count: 3063(considerably shorter than part one but hey)


I walked forward and putting my hands on the back of a chair, locking my elbows. “What do you mean she’s ‘missing’?” I asked, looking from Philip Schuyler, to my parents, and to the man with the 5 o’clock shadow.

“By definition, ‘missing’ tends to mean absent from home and in a place of unknown whereabouts,” 5 o’clock shadow man answered, who was apparently a walking dictionary. “And in this case, Eliza has been missing since last night, which is a commonplace state for her, yes?”

“She’s always been running away. First it was Maryland– she spent an entire week in Chesapeake Bay. The only damn clue about where she was was a book about the start of the American colonies in Maryland. Then it was New Jersey, Weehawken, actually,” Philip said, breaking off with a scowl. “I don’t understand how Angelica turned out perfectly and Eliza is… not.” I repressed the urge to bring up the simple fact that Angelica slept with her sisters boyfriend. Which, by definition, would make her very not-perfect.

“Philip-” my mother began, but was cut off.

“I can only hope that Peggy turns out like Angelica– she was the dream to raise, never caused trouble, always home by curfew. She’s a good person.” As he said those words, I couldn’t help but to think of the box of condoms sitting in the drawer in her nightstand, and I knew that he would most definitely not find Peggy perfect after those were found.

“Eliza’s a better person than Angelica ever will be,” I muttered, in the vain hope that no one had heard me. No one seemed to, and Philip continued on. Finally, 5 o’clock shadow man/walking dictionary man cleared his throat.

“Maria, I’d like to have a word with you,” he said, crossing his arms and pulling a pen from his breast pocket. “Would it be alright to have a word with her, alone?” He asked, more to my parents than to me.

“I don’t see what Maria could possibly know that could help you, sir,” my father answered.

“With all due respect, Richard, Maria saw Eliza at school– a place where her father rarely saw her. Maria could have some information for me that will help out in maybe finding Eliza and bringing her home safe.”

“Now, hold on,” Philip interjected. “I dont want Eliza living in my house again. She’s eighteen. She has a boyfriend, and I’m sure Alexander or Angelica would be more than happy to let her stay,” Philip announced. “Frankly, I want to focus on making sure the last of my girls doesn’t run away a month from the last day of school.”

“So, is that a yes?”


I lead 5 o’clock shadow man/walking dictionary man into the little office that my father spent most of his day slaving away in. I sat down on the desk, kicking my legs and looking down at the worn carpet, while my soon-to-be interrogator sat in the cracked and worn office chair pushed in the corner of the room. I could remember spinning around in that chair until I was dizzy and couldn’t stand straight.

“Maria, I know that you know something that you aren’t telling your parents, or Mr Schuyler,” he said, pulling out a notepad from the inside of his immaculate suit. “I’m Mr Lancaster, by the way.”

“Maria Lewis,” I replied, even though he already knew my name. “What exactly do you think I’m not telling you?”

“I think that a girl surrounded by people– people that she feels don’t understand her, or are against her– is going to turn to the girl that has everything she could ever wish for.” None of what this man was saying made sense. Eliza had everything– a boyfriend, her sisters by her side, friends and good grades– but that’s where it finally hit me; Eliza may have had everything, but everything didn’t seem to want to have her. “Eliza felt alone in the crowd, and you were never in a crowd but you were so not-lonely that Eliza found someone she could turn to. Am I right?”

“Not too far off, I’d imagine.”

“Good,” Mr Lancaster leaned forward in his chair, writing on his notepad. “Now, something goes wrong. Eliza gets in a fight with her boyfriend or has a disagreement with one of her sisters– something small. Then, she decides she can’t take it the way it is, and up and disappears.” I very much wanted to interrupt, because your boyfriend cheating on you with your older sister, your best friend, is not a small and petty thing. Not to someone who had spent 99% of their time with their older sister, trading secrets and telling jokes. For the girl who burned every person but one that came too close, and having that one burn her? This was not a small thing.

“And everyone has to have an outlet, right?” He seemed to want a reply, so I nodded. “Good. Now what could that outlet possibly be?” He looked at me for a moment, and in that bundle of seconds I knew that he thought one thing– he thought that I knew where Eliza was. He had thought up the most ridiculous solution possible, and he seemed to believe it to be true.

“I dont know,” I answered, then added, “sir,” for good measure.

“I think that outlet would be the one girl that Eliza could trust. And I think that girl is you,” he said. “Correct me if I’m wrong.”

“If you’re assuming that I could possibly, by some miracle, know where Eliza is,” I began. “Then you are so far off the tracks that I’m not even sure if you started on them in the first place.” Mr Lancaster almost cracked a smile– almost.

“My guess, is that you know where she is. You just dont know it yet.”

“How could I possibly-”

“I’ve worked every case for this girl– that’s five total missing person cases for the same girl that can’t seem to choose a place and stay there like the good girl she should be,” he started. “And in people like that, there’s always an accomplice. She can’t bear to sit still for long enough to plan this all unless she starts it in her head and writes down exactly nothing.”

“Eliza has never once asked me to be a part of anything that she’s done.” This, of course, was a lie.

“I dont think so,” Mr Lancaster replied. “I think you’ve been part of one, at least. And I think I know what it was.”

“I dont know what you’re talking about,” I replied, thankful for my skill of keeping a level-head. Mr Lancaster shook his head, and pulled a phone out of his pocket. He pulled up a photo, and handed the phone to me. The picture showed the light blue e spray painted onto the wall in Peggy’s room, the identically coloured m next to it, albeit smaller. My shoulders slumped.

“Look, I don’t know what you two managed to do last night, I don’t know who you went after, but I certainly would like to know,” he began. “And I would also like to say that I wouldn’t wanna be those people.”

“You can’t tell my parents.”

“As long as you two didn’t kill anyone, then the story stays with you, me, Eliza, and that creepy clown painting in the corner.” And so I told him. I told him about Eliza somersaulting through my window, about lying to my mom to get tacos, about going to the store and going to Angelicas and going to Alexander’s and going back to her house before burning the love letters at the campgrounds. I told him about dropping Eliza off at some time past midnight. I told him about Goodbye, Maria. instead of Goodnight, Maria. After I was finished telling, his face stayed in a way that said he was not quite finished listening.

Finally, he said: “Maria, why did Eliza go after her sisters and boyfriend?” And suddenly the still listening face made sense.

“Angelica slept with Alexander. Several times.”

“And Peggy?” Mr Lancaster asked.

“Peggy knew, apparently.”

“Well,” Mr Lancaster said, leaning forward and rubbing his face with his hands. “This is definitely a new one.”


Mr Lancaster finally seemed satisfied that I had offered every bit of information I had, and he left with Eliza’s father. “What an assface,” I said, after Mr Lancaster and Philip had left. “Abandoning his own daughter.”

“It seems like Eliza abandoned him,” my father interjected, and I wanted to reply but didn’t seem to know how. Instead, I went upstairs, ignoring Jane Eyre.

Mammamiaitsmaria: Quinn, Sarah, you better get the fuck online right now before i explode

NotSarahJessicaParker: the mighty Quinn hath been usurped(she got grounded)

Mammamiaitsmaria: Eliza ran away

NotSarahJessicaParker: isn’t this the twenty millionth time?

Mammamiaitsmaria: no, Sarah. But I was the last person to see her before she disappeared

NotSarahJessicaParker: That certainly adds to the mysteriousness in all of this

Mammamiaitsmaria: I want to find her

NotSarahJessicaParker: we all do. I gotta go, I’m being summoned

I watched Sarah’s icon change from a bright blue to a grey, signifying she had left. I closed the chat room, and shut my laptop, tilting the back of my head over my chair and blowing out a breath through my teeth.

I knew full well that Eliza would not be found until she wanted to be– she was too smart and non-stop for that, and any fault in her planning was always noticed. She was too well put together to be discovered before she had her chance to see everything and take it all in. Her mind worked like a constantly-changing jigsaw puzzle, making her forever the enigma.

“Maria, dinner!” I groaned, turning out of my chair and rushing down the stairs. I helped myself to some of the spaghetti sitting on the counter, and sat down at the table with my parents, mid-conversation.

“The car had much less gas this morning than it did when I came home,” my mother said, tucking some of her loose curls behind her ear. “I know that Maria went out for a bit, but this was a drastic change.” I ignored them, knowing that it was better for my fate if I couldn’t process what they were saying. She finally came to a conclusion and changed to subject, and the political talk began again and I fully ignored them. I finished eating walked back into the kitchen and put my plate in the sink, before rushing back upstairs and poking through Jane Eyre before taking a shower.

I pushed my wet hair away from my face and stared at myself in the mirror. I still looked the same, but I didnt feel the same. It was amazing how an event can so drastically change the way you look on the inside, but your outside seems exactly the same.

I dragged myself into bed, rolling away from the window. Even though I knew it wasn’t going to happen, I desperately wished that Eliza would push open the window and somersault into my room one last time.


“So, Eliza’s gone missing?” Quinn asked, as soon as I walked into school. Her trumpet case was hanging loosely in her hand, and her glasses were falling down her nose. “Sarah told me,’ she added, before I could ask.

“It sure seems like it.” I reached up, fixing Quinn’s glasses.

“Why do you want to find her?” Quinn questioned quietly.

“Because I was the last person to see her before she up and disappeared. Wouldn’t you want to find her if that was the case?” Quinn was silent for a moment, before nodding.

“I have to get to band,” she finally said, and rushed off, her trumpet case swinging behind her. I considered following her and sitting in on the early band rehearsal just to listen, but I decided that getting to class early and reading some more Jane Eyre. I beat the bell to my seat, and sat through the slowly-ticking clock. Finally, the cass ended and I was free for another ten minutes. I knew that Sarah and Quinn had second period together, so I could meet them outside of the band room and walk to their class, and still have enough time to get back to mine.

I met Sarah and Quinn outside of band, and we made it halfway to their classroom before the last person in the world we expected to walk up to us, walked up to us. She stopped in front of our trio, holding her colour-coded folders against her chest like a lifeline, her short-cut curls falling in her eyes, and her face pulled down from lack of sleep.

“Hi,” Peggy said. “I assume you know that Eliza has gone missing?”

“We’re aware,” Sarah answered, a new kind of tone in her voice, and it was in that moment that I remembered Sarah’s completely, totally, unadulterated crush on Peggy Schuyler.

“Do you also know about what she pulled in my room?” Peggy asked, caution in her voice. “Because I still haven’t been able to clean it all up.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Sorry about that, by the way.”

“What did you– oh, you’re the lowercase m, aren’t you?” She gave a half smile or realization, and let out a breathy laugh.

“That would, in fact, be correct.”

“I figured as much,” she said. “So, what exactly did Eliza have you help her with?”

“I’m not exactly sure you’re the kind of person that Eliza would want me to tell, Peggy.” Her face fell, and the slight hope that had ignited in her eyes dimmed.

“If it has to do with Angelica,” Peggy began, tightening her grip on the folders. “Then I didn’t know.”

“How would you not know? Angelica is your sister,” Quinn butted in, raising her eyebrows.

“Because no one told me,” she answered. “But John knew, and as soon as I found out I dumped him. I can’t believe Angelica did that,” Peggy muttered, tapping her foot against the ground angrily.

“Well if John-” Sarah began, but Quinn stomped on her foot, effectively shutting her up.

“I told Angelica what I thought about what she did. I told her to put our sisterhood aside and that I’m not standing at her side. I’m with Eliza on this one, she didn’t deserve this.” Peggy’s eyes were shining with unshed tears, and in that one moment I couldn’t think of anyone I wouldn’t want to be less. Peggy had somehow lost both of her sisters in the span of twenty-four hours, both of them at the hands of the other, and it left Peggy alone.

“I believe you,” I finally said. “Come to my house after school, and I’ll explain everything. Okay, Peggy?” She nodded, and muttered something about needing to get to class before hurrying off, her folders still pressed to her chest.

“I’m gonna ask her out,” Sarah said, as soon as Peggy was out of our general area.

Quinn looked at her dumbfoundedly. “No,” she said, as thought this was the obvious answer, and shook her head a little.

“Do not do the stupid thing,” I counseled.

“Imma do the stupid thing,” Sarah said, and walked away.

“She’s not even going in the direction of our class,” Quinn said, flabbergasted. “The complete and utter disregard she has to what’s going on around her amazes me sometimes.”


My mothers car was absent from the driveway when I arrived home that afternoon, so I knew that she had to be working late. Peggy had told me to expect her sometime around four, so I had just enough time to eat something before Peggy got here to discuss Eliza.

I devoured a pop tart, and read some more Jane Eyre, before the doorbell rang and I answered it. Peggy was standing there, and had pulled her curls out of her face. “Hi, and thanks, Maria.”

“It’s no problem.” She walked in, and stopped at the livingroom.

“Where do you wanna talk at?” She asked, turning to face me.

“Do you want to go up to my room, that way if my mom comes home while we’re talking, she doesn’t interrupt us?” Peggy nodded, and I let her follow me upstairs and into my room. She sat down crossed-legged on my chair, and I set of my bed, dangling my legs over the endboard.

“So, what was Eliza’s master plan?” Peggy asked, and I explained how Angelica had told Eliza about the affair. I told her how she came into my room, and brought me along to buy some things and execute some pranks.

“Oh, shit,” I suddenly exclaimed, slapping a hand to my forehead. “There’s a box of condoms in the drawer in your nightstand. Eliza was hoping that your dad would find them and tear you a new one.”

Peggy had noticeably whitened, but only said, “noted.” I took her silence as a cue to continue, and so I did. She stopped me at the part about the campgrounds.

“Eliza burned the letters? And you let her?!” She exclaimed, colour coming back into her cheeks.

“Peggy, you didn’t see her at the campgrounds. She was devastated, and nothing was going to stop her.” Peggy blew out a breath through her nose, and nodded at me to continue. I finished by telling her about Goodbye, Maria. and Peggy looked at me strangely.

“That’s it?” She asked, her face scrunching up in confusion.

“That’s all I know.”

“She had to leave clues,” Peggy said, pulling at her hair with both her hands. “And I think she left them for you.”

“Why for me?” And even as I asked it, I knew the answer: Eliza had no one else. Her boyfriend and sisters had wronged her, and they were the only people that she truly seemed to love. And so, she somersaulted into my window and brought me along because I was all she could have had left.

“She didn’t trust Angelica and I, and she obviously didn’t trust Alexander. So who better than you?” Peggy answered, letting her hands drop from her hair as she shrugged.

“What do we do now?”

“Now?” Peggy repeated, and a smirk lurked in the corners of her mouth and eyes. “Now we look.”

When someone talks to me after 12 am it gets really deep.
11:59pm: My favourite colour is pink.
12:00am: I once killed a man.

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Hey! Maybe you haven’t been keeping up with current events, but we just got our asses kicked, pal!

Purple

Word count: 10.2k 

Summary: Everyone’s aura is black until the age of 18 when they get their own personal colour. No one’s is ever the same. Except Dan’s. Dan is 23 and has been waiting for 5 years to wake up with his own colour. But when he meets someone who’s aura is so bright it nearly blinds him, he believes he might be the way to finding his real aura.

Warnings: non this is fluffy as hell with like 2% angst and its just really cute

AN: seems I really like doing fics about colours (shamelessly promotes ’Red’)

He’s like the ocean and I’m the dark grey that fades into black sunk right below him. No one notices black when there’s bright blue to see.

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Dan trudged through the streets, working his way to Starbucks. He slipped in and behind the counter, saying hello to his friend and clocking in, sighing at how many bright colours were around him.

“Still no luck?” Louise asked him as she passed him a drinks order and he rolled his eyes, gesturing to himself.

“Am I still black?”

“It will happen soon I’m sure,” she said, patting his shoulder and Dan raised his eyebrows.

“Lou I am the only twenty three year old to still have a black aura after turning eighteen. No one’s colour is black but it’s mine and I hate it. It’s never going to change and I’m going to be murky for the rest of my life,” he told her, passing her the drink he made as she sighed at him.

“You just need to find something to make you happy. Then you will start to take on colour,” she said and Dan rolled his eyes.

“I wish.”

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anonymous asked:

hi ria can you recommend me some gif makers with special colouring (with light smooth colours etc), thanks;

I am not really sure what do you mean by “special” colouring ( you obviously dont talk about pastel gifs ) so oh well when we’re dealing with smooth lighten colours my weaknesses are @shotous @yaoyorozus @laynce @kissumi @genosus @kanekin

So yesterday I did have a bit of a New Haircut Anxiety freakout yesterday but I’m feeling better about it today. It takes a while for a new do to get used to my face, but after being out today and getting compliments from friends I think I’m ready to live with this for the next couple of months

which means it’s time to try on ALL MY CLOTHES TO SEE WHAT LOOKS GOOD

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A moment of silence for all of us trying to colour Daisy’s last scene in the AoS finale (another moment of silence for those of us who were hoping for another “Daisy Johnson Hero Scene TM” and just got pie )

tagged by @zewko thank u!!

RULES: tag nine people you want to get to know better

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: fuckign single

FAVOURITE COLOUR: all the colours of a mango :)

LIPSTICK OR CHAPSTICK: chapstick, i love 2 moisturise but also i cant pull off lipstick sjdfbskdjfn

LAST SONG LISTENED TO: ………………lazytown’s we are number one (JUST……SHH………HHHHHH)

LAST MOVIE I WATCHED: some fucking movie about a talking bear but not yogi bear

TOP 3 TV SHOWS: The Get Down, Avatar: The Last Airbender (its been 1 million yrs since watching tho), and uhh, Sense8 (i guess?? i dont watch a lot of tv but i have a long list of To Watch lma0) id add Voltron but s2…what a mess

TOP 3 CHARACTERS: GABE REYES, FINN AND LUKE SKYWALKER AND LANCE SORRY ID ONT MAKE THE RULES EXCEPT I DO

TOP 3 SHIPS: finnpoe, mcgenji, and uhh me x happiness

BOOKS I’M CURRENTLY READING: One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami, and Maddaddam by Margaret Atwood!

TAGGING: @qiutong @syeu @thayes @softhairmac and the whole messy gc

Trying not to be an ignorant white person

I am going to be writing a book involving many POC characters. And as a white person, i do not want to miss represent/use stereotypes, so i am looking for people i could interview/talk to about their life, experiences and culture.

These are the people I am looking for (regardless of age/sexuality):

  • Egyptian female
  • Japanese male
  • Inuit female
  • Mexican female

If you dont fall exactly into these categories, you can still contact me!
If you could please reblog this so more people can see, that would be amazing