even though this was 7 years ago

        Transgender Day of Visibility is an important and vital day to celebrate those of us who are living as our authentic selves.  We can stand united in pride rather than shame and show the world our strength through our vulnerability.  As Laverne Cox said, “It is revolutionary for any trans person to choose to be seen and visible in a world that tells us we shouldn’t exist.”  As our community gains more visibility, the hate and misunderstanding of who we are becomes more visible as well.  Murder rates and hate crimes against our community, especially trans women of color, have risen each year.  Rejection from friends and family often leads to homelessness.  Children face bullying, harassment, and high suicide rates.  Many of us experience workplace discrimination, live well beyond the poverty level, and we can still legally be fired in 32 states simply because we are transgender.  Lawmakers are introducing one bill after another that marginalize and attempt to exclude us from society.  Now, more than ever, visibility is necessary to help change hearts and minds.  


        I remember when my parents bought a computer and set up an internet connection when I was in Jr. High.  I was finally able to research why I felt like a girl trapped in a boy’s body.  I learned about the term transgender and that I wasn’t alone.  For the first time, I no longer felt like a freak or outsider.  I gained hope and strength through the stories of those who had chosen to be visible.  However, I still lived in fear of what my family and friends would think.  Suicide was a constant thought in my mind because I was tired of pretending to be who I wasn’t meant to be.  Societal norms and expectations weighed me down and I became an introvert.  I fought who I was and lived in shame and fear until I was 29.  I had been married for 7 years and when that ended I was broken and defeated.  In my mind, I had two options, suicide or transition because I could no longer go through the motions and pretend to be happy.  


         Five years ago, I chose transition over suicide and it was the best decision I’ve ever made.  Even though I lost friends and family who disagreed with who I am, I gained so much more.  Truly loving myself for the first time allowed me to connect with others like I had never been able to before.  I was finally happy and free!  I chose to document my transition online and share my story with the world because I knew how important visibility was for others who were going through similar struggles.  This gave me the opportunity to inspire and encourage people to live their lives authentically and to love who they are.  The response I received was amazing and, in turn, it gave me the courage and confidence I needed to be more visible offline.  I began sharing my story with almost everyone and the friendships I developed have been rewarding and eye opening.  


          Over the years, I have been asked why I do not move past saying I am transgender and live my life as a woman.  My response, is that visibility is vital and I am proud of who I am.  To me, the term transgender doesn’t define my gender identity, it defines how hard I have fought to be the woman I am today.  Sharing our stories and our struggles truly opens hearts and minds to change and acceptance.  I have learned that most people, when given the chance, do not care about labels.  They care about the person that is front of them and the connection that is developed.  I’m thankful for a day that celebrates who I am despite the fear and hate directed at us but we need to celebrate who we are every day.  Life is a gift and can truly be amazing if you allow yourself to love who you are with unapologetic authenticity.  Together we can make a difference in this world and slowly we will make it a safer, better place for those following in our footsteps.  

Playboy, bad boy Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by namjoonie00

Series genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Description: Kim Taehyung, one of the nastiest human beings you have ever been associated with. You despite even breathing the same air as him yet he still somehow finds a place in your life.

note: Park Jimin will also play a major role in this series. Also, this chapter will have some Harry Potter references that are not absolutely necessary to the story itself. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

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if you can't handle the heat... | m

◇ if you can’t handle the heat, get out of the kitchen… or stay to watch~

◇ Wonwoo x reader x Mingyu

◇ werewolf!au

◇ requested by anon; Can I request a werewolf!AU with poly meanie? I am honestly down for those at any time and absolutely in love with the fics that you have written!

◇ so I finally decided to do a poly!wolf!meanie that wasnt angst!! Amazing!!! Also i found that my past fics were somehow more wonwoo centred for some reason (i know the reason, I’m a wonwoo hoe), so i made this one a lil more mingyu centred // its abit short too but i hope u guys still enjoy!!

◇ So this has some characteristics of a/b/o, such as heat, but its different in that while there are alphas betas and omegas, not every wolf is one of the three. So basically a regular werewolf au just with the added heat!

◇ Warnings bc i always forget: voyeurism, knotting, kitchen sex, overall smuttiness????

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Summer meant lots of things — it meant rainbow popsicles and sand sticking to your legs and the blistering heat pressing against your skin like the weight of the world.

It meant taking a day away from the world and driving to God knows where just to drive — it meant running out of sunscreen within a day because Mingyu needed adequate skin protection, or walking halfway across the city to get Wonwoo’s favourite ice cream even though you feel as if you’re about to melt onto the sidewalk.

And, unfortunately — or fortunately, depending on your mood — for you, it also meant a week long heat that included feeling light-headed, cranky, sick, and aroused in waves 24/7 — well, until your needs were fulfilled and you were knotted.

Your heats started at around 16, just a few years ago, and up until you met Wonwoo and Mingyu, you had just let the stomach aches and constant dizziness and arousal pass and fade. But as time passes, the waves of symptoms get stronger and more painful until you literally couldn’t function — which is why you were particularly lucky for having Mingyu and Wonwoo.

Your first wave takes you by surprise, because it’s early.

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Imagine: Always butting heads with Fred Weasley, but when you two begin pranking together, you slowly fall in love.

For: @sowaswieich

“Hey Y/L/N,” You tilt your head up and see the Fred Weasley standing in front of you, alongside his twin brother. You were sitting on a lounging chair in the library, cuddled up with a book.

“Weasleys,” You nod, before turning back to your book.

“You’re looking pretty comfy in that chair, mind if I Slytherin next to you?” Fred winks.

You roll your eyes and deadpan, “I’d rather run my fingers through Snape’s greasy hair.”

George makes a face of utter disgust, and Fred mutters, “Suit yourself darling.”

You were a major troublemaker at Hogwarts, and though you were a year younger, that put you in constant competition with the Twins. You all knew you’d make an unbeatable team if you came into an alliance, but they were Gryffindors and you were a Slytherin, so teaming up was not even an option. Fred was the more outspoken brother, and that meant you two butted heads a lot more than you and George. He would never spare a chance to tease you, and you always had a sassy retort sitting on the tip of your tongue for him.

“Seriously though,” You close your book and look back at the boys, “What do you two want?”

“Help,” They shrug in unison.

“Help? What kind of help?” You’re suddenly more intrigued.

“It’s our last year at Hogwarts Y/N, and bloody Umbridge is ruining it!” Fred says, throwing his hands in the air, “We want revenge.”

“What makes you think I’d help you? I mean wouldn’t it be better for me to just rat you out and get on Umbridge’s good side?” You question, raising your eyebrows.

“Oh please Y/N, you’ve never been good at hiding your hatred for someone, and you hate her,” Fred responds, “Besides, if we work as a team, we’ll be undefeatable!”

“Fine,” You say, “Only because it’s Umbridge though.”


Over the course of the next few months you and the boys had began to drive Umbridge crazy. You pulled so many pranks on her, and you always got away with it because you never left behind evidence, and no one -not even the other professors- were willing to sell you out.

You had grown incredibly close to the boys, you kept mentally slapping yourself for not befriending them 7 years ago, but better late than never.

You still had the same sassy relationship with each other, but now you always had each others’ backs. George had become like a brother to you, as for Fred, you had slowly begun to fall for him. He had this amazing ability to always make you feel good about yourself and he always knew how to make you smile when you were feeling down. You were fairly successful at hiding your feelings for him, but George had eventually figured it out, lucky for you he was pretty decent at keeping secrets.

The year had gone by faster than any other school year before. It was final exam time and that meant it was final prank time. You had been planning your ultimate prank for months, but Fred and George hadn’t even told you exactly what it was. All you knew was that it involved fireworks and that they’d be leaving Hogwarts as soon as it was over.

You were preparing to go into the great hall for your Charms exam, when the boys stopped you. You sighed, “Are you guys ready?”

“We were born ready for this moment darling,” Fred smirked, “The real question is, are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be…” You drift off, “I just can’t believe you boys are leaving.”

“Now, now Y/N, don’t be getting sentimental,” George says as Fred loops his arm around your waist.

“You just have one year left, and with a free supply of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes products, you’ll be fine next year!” Fred says casually, the boys try to make you feel better by joking around as usual, but your eyes are already filling with tears.

You turn in Fred’s arm and wrap your own arms around his neck, hiding your face into his chest, “I’m gonna miss you boys so much!”

“Y/N,” Fred whispers, comfortingly rubbing circles on your back, “It’s going to be alright love!”

You pull away from him and hug George, he gives you a gentle squeeze before pulling away and drying your tears, “You’ll be seeing us all summer and you can come visit during the holidays. The year will go by faster than you think!”


You sit in the Great Hall, trying to focus on your exam when you hear the faint sound of fireworks in the distance. Umbridge opens the door to investigate and the brothers fly in on their broomsticks, scattering everyone’s exam papers across the room. Everyone cheers as the boys begin the firework show. After running Umbridge out of the room with their fiery dragon, Fred calls out to you. You turn your attention to him and he launches another firework, it bursts into the shape of your name with a heart around it.

You stare at it in awe and Fred flies down in front of you, “What’s this?”

“You know darling, I’m going to miss you a lot as well,” He takes you by surprise and presses his lips against yours, and the cheers of the students grow even more. He pulls away after a few magical seconds, “I know how you feel Y/N, and I’ll have you know, the feeling is mutual.”

How did he know?! You look up at George and he gives you a small wink, Fred places another gentle peck against you lips and then the boys fly away.

You sigh as the chaos dies down, this next year is never going to end.

End.

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A Letter to Nintendo (I Met My Love on Mario Kart)

Dear Nintendo,



If you didn’t exist I would not have met the love of my life. You’re probably thinking, “So you bumped into someone and realised you both liked Nintendo, who doesn’t? Cool story…” Not even close. 

The year was 2008, a year I’m sure many hold dear in their hearts. The year Mario Kart Wii was released. I don’t know about yours, but my days were filled with holding that wheel (of the plastic kind). MKWii was basically the air I breathed, I still remember my very first online race as crisp as a freshly cut lawn (Grumble Volcano before people realised that glitch existed). After playing the other Mario Kart games over the years against item-lucky computers (and the rare actual person), this blew my mind. However this is barely relevant to the story. The point is, people. There were people out there, just like you and me, casually sitting on the couch with a wheel imprint (perhaps 3.5% of the racing population) left in our hands and soul. Many hours (days, weeks, months), races (thousands, easily), blood sweat and tears went into this game and we all got something out of it I’m sure; fun, frustration, and friends.

Living in that piece of country people may often forget even exists (if it weren’t for the fact we use kangaroos as transport, especially after we realised emus don’t fly nor reverse), the option to play continental was such a blessing as we would often bump into the same people and you’d have that unspoken connection. No words, no contact, you just recognised each other by your Mii and/or name (for those who didn’t change it from John to W4FFLEZ, to SwagMeister89 every day). There was this one player that just stuck out to me, perhaps it was her luscious brown pixilated hair. Or it could have been because we seemed to be completely evenly matched, the only thing that separated us were those items. She’d win one race, I’d win the next. We had formed some unspoken bond, completely without contact, as we wouldn’t hit each other with items but were happy to do so to others. Side by side we’d race until some item-happy player would come along and separate us. So I’d stop at the finish line for her, even if that meant getting last place, just to let her know I saw what happened and she doesn’t deserve to come last because of some item spammer (you know, usually the 3 red shells one at a time). This became a trend and went both ways, I’d see her waiting there at the finish line for me. Then we’d both stop, together, and neither of us would cross. We just sat there at the line, revving our engines, moving backwards and forwards, wanting the other to cross. I still remember so clearly at 1am in the morning we ended up in a race together with just one other person, so the 3 of us. The race started but, simultaneously, we turned around and went backwards, did loops around each other, did the stop start (like when cloud man picks you up and you need a boost) into each other’s vehicles, grabbed items just to hit each other with, not having a single care about the race itself. This lasted for a good while, many laughs were had, and it seemed a true bond was formed - without a single word to each other. At this point, Mario Kart Wii didn’t have the option to add a friend just by clicking on them, or contacting them for that matter. You had to actually converse with them to get their friend code to then become friends, so all this time we were ‘scouring the country side’ to find each other (or more so because Australia is about as big as a 250kb USB, it was easy to bump into each other). Race after race, hour after hour, day after day, week after week we would race.


I didn’t know who this girl was (or even if she was a girl on the other side, let’s be honest) but we were Mario Kart soul mates. It wasn’t just Mario Kart that I loved, it was racing her, through our unspoken bond and silly rituals, that was fun in the purest form. It sounds like a Mario Kart love story… Until that dreaded time came where eventually we went our separate ways. It was time to say that unspoken goodbye, time to let go of that unspoken bond, time to move on. That was it…



So that’s the story, I met the pixilated love of my life and we raced until we could race no more.



…Ah but that’s only the beginning.

 6 years later Mario Kart 8 was released and I wiped the dust off the wheel, reflecting on the past. That wheel was my partner in crime, Epona to Link. It had scratches, bits missing out of it, even bite marks (ahem, sometimes races don’t exactly go your ways…). Those were the times! I jumped online only to find I had people from France, UK and Italy roam my races. Where were my fellow Australians? I played a few races and that was it, holding too strongly onto the past. Down went my trusty wheel and off went the game.

Until one afternoon my brother was bored (or procrastinating) and wanted to know what Mario Kart 8 was like, as we didn’t spend that much time together it was a prime opportunity to chill. So I popped it on, jumped online and went through the motions. A few races with people so far away, whilst fun, I got bored too fast. Almost switching the console off, something stopped me. Those brown eyes, luscious brown hair, big smile, black outfit. Could it be? It was. It was her. In a packed race filled with people from France, UK and Italy there were two Australians. Myself and the girl I raced almost 7 years ago. The girl who stopped at the line for me, the girl who didn’t hit me with items, the girl who who was my racing equal, the girl who I never spoke a word with but shared an unspoken bond. She had the same Mii, same name, there was no doubt it was her. Unlike me I had a different Mii (puberty does things to you) and a different name (I felt now that I was 23 I could level up from nickname to actual name). I knew who she was but she would never know who I am! I was on the tracks riding next to her, beeping at her, bumping into her, all the while knowing she would just think I’m some weirdo who doesn’t know how to handle a bike. It was all so ironic, as well as the fact unlike MK Wii we both didn’t race as our Miis but as Mario and Peach (the helmets covered up our luscious brown hair, y’see). Mario chasing his princess whilst the princess was basically in another castle/didn’t know who he was. I wanted to reach out and tell her who I was; I was that guy she raced almost 7 years ago, that guy who stopped at the line for her, protected her from items, the guy who she stayed up with into the early hours of the morning, that guy she never spoke a single word to. I savoured every race not knowing if I’d ever be able to see her again. I raced by her side race after race, even though I was hit with her items (“And if you hurt me, that’s okay baby” - Ed Sheeran, ‘Photograph’), I even stopped at the line for her. Did she know who I was? Probably not. Next race she was gone. 



And that is how I met the love of my life on Mario Kart, twice. Does that count as a real love story? We basically raced into the sunset to live happily ever after, right?



So there may be more to it. Being in a state of excitement, nostalgia, and who knows what, I was a man on a mission. When I’m a man on a mission I usually forget the simple things, like clicking on her Mii to add her as a friend. I didn’t even know such a thing existed. So I literally was a man on a mission. My first resort, google. Obviously no luck. Miiverse! Excitedly I reached ‘Search Users’ and typed in her name, only to realise that it was one of the most common names to exist. After about an hour of searching my hope was wearing thin, my face resembled a Mii who came in at least 10th, head down, lost, reflecting, pondering. Hang on, she had stars in her name! Apparently everyone with the name Lisa has stars in them. No luck. Utterly defeated, I held the power button down for two seconds and just before the third I realised something. Something didn’t look right… That’s right, she had spaces between the stars! I’ve never been more determined to hit that space bar. There she was. I had found her.

“Hey Lisa! I’m not sure if you’d remember me but I used to race as Ed back in the MKWii days! Was good to see you, can see you haven’t lost your touch!” Not even sure if she’d see the message or even reply, it was all in the hands of fate now. Fate it certainly was. She remembered me. We conversed through Miiverse, learning little basic bits about each other. The most important being that The Legend of Zelda was our favourite gaming series (and basically favourite thing to exist). To the point I have a Zelda tattoo and her dog’s name is Link. Destiny? From there, she asked for my email address so she could send me a photo of Link (let’s just say I am very thankful for Miiverse’s lack of characters/ability to send photos). 


One message turned into many, across days, weeks and months. A one sentence message grew into paragraphs, pages, novels, photos and videos. One single message evolved into over 25 000 words combined. Who knew what one message could lead to. I had found someone who I connected with on every level, whom I shared endless things in common with, big to small (to the point of both of us being left-handed and our birthdays being 2 days apart). However she lived a whole state away. This was nothing but a mere friendship over the internet.



I came across the amazing fan book “Legend of the Hero” by Kari Fry and bought one, along with a few other Zelda bits and pieces. A thought crossed my mind, perhaps I could send this to her? I mean it’s just as easy for her to go buy it herself, but it would be nice, right? So she ended up giving me her address and I excitedly made her a Zelda package. 


Off it went, along with my number on the back of the package (as required by the, ultimate wingman, post office). I soon received a very excited text message and from there we conversed through text - although we couldn’t let go of our novel emails straight away, as our recent messages were “Hey, just letting you know the Postman has left something in your inbox (Da na na naaaa)!” Soon after she sent me my very own Zelda package, which was easily the best package I have ever received in my life.








From there I knew I wanted to meet her. I wanted to drop everything, catch a plane, and meet this girl who I shared this abnormally special connection with. Meet this girl who I had raced for many hours, days, weeks and months on Mario Kart(s) (“Oh I lost you once but I found you twice, and my search is over” - ‘Deeper Love’, Mike Mago). Meet this girl who I waited for; not only at the line but, unknowingly, for many years. Meet this girl who I had spent hours upon hours writing to, words upon words, photos upon photos. Meet this girl who seemed to be a destined part of my life. That I did. 



One single flight and a solid friendship turned into thirteen flights (within a month) and a beautiful relationship, with the final flight being a permanent one. I’ve now moved states, transferred jobs, and am living with my best friend, my soulmate, my love. Best decision I’ve ever made was to catch that flight. No, the best decision I’ve ever made was to play Mario Kart. 











Who knew that Mario Kart could forever change your life?



Thank you, Nintendo.



- Elijah 



P.S. We are now very happily engaged - Zelda rings* for the both of us!


*Austin Moore from Earth Art Gem and Jewelry (https://www.etsy.com/shop/mooredesign13) made both our rings, with Lisa’s being a custom made design. Absolutely recommend!


P.P.S. Here is a link to the video (also included within post) of me proposing to my now fiancee (with Mario Kart included - as well as a Zelda cake): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukkw6XI4jTo 

Thank you, Nintendo.

Aftermath | Jughead x Reader

Request: please do an imagine where the reader and jughead has just broken up and they make up in the end
A/n: This is like stages of after a breakup, I had so much fun writing this. I hope you still like it, even though they don’t get back together.

Part 2

Originally posted by purple-pizzaprincess

1. Denial 

Jughead: stop texting me y/n, we broke up.

Y/n: right. im sorry.

Your boyfriend had just broken up with you a couple days ago, but he wasn’t just your boyfriend. You two have been best friends for 10 years now, maybe you thought it was stronger then the 7 month relationship. Turns out it wasn’t. Jughead didn’t want anything to do with you, probably because he has Betty now. You were flabbergasted, 10 years of friendship and he threw it all away.

2. Sadness 

He threw it all away, all the memories, all the fun. Every up and downs you two went through. Jughead threw it all away, by now the tears were kicking in. “He- y/n what’s wrong?” You looked over to see your Best Friend, Cheryl Blossom looking at you with a worried face.

You were about to break, but before you could you were brought in a tight hug. “He threw it all away Cher… he threw it all away.” It took so much effort forming those words, it was hard to understand, “everything will be okay, I’m right here and I’m not throwing anything away.“ 

Those words cut you like a knife, Cheryl was your only friend at the moment, you have met the twin when you were only a couple months old, she has never left you. She was your other half. 

3. Anger

He threw it all away. The 10 years of effort, he threw all of it away. You’ve spent the afternoon crying in Cheryl’s comfort. But you weren’t sad no more, hell no. You were fuming. HOW COULD HE THROW AWAY 10 YEARS!You have spent 10 years of your life to get dumped. I DONT THINK SO.

Y/n: Fuck you! I put so much freaking effort in for this friendship and you’re just gonna throw it away. 10 freaking YEARS! You’re a cold hearted cunt, have fun with your new best friend. Hopefully she doesn’t waste 10 years of her freaking life.

You have just hit send, Cheryl looking over your shoulder has been reading the whole thing. "Don’t worry y/n, he’ll realize how stupid he is soon enough. Just wait." 

3. More Sadness 

It was now Wednesday and whole school happens to know about your break up. You didn’t really give any craps, considering it was a small town and the people here like to gossip. Every once in a while a student that you have never seen comes up to you and ask if you were okay.

As of the core four, they couldn’t even look at you in the eye. Jughead felt guilt, knowing time was very important to you and you have felt he has wasted it.

Betty felt sadness, she blamed herself for stealing your boyfriend and ruining your friendship. The two of you weren’t all that close, but she knew if she didn’t have anyone to go to she could count on you. She didn’t have that anymore.

Archie felt like a crap friend, you two considered each other best friends. He knew there was something going between Jug and Betty, but he thought nothing of it. Now he knows he should have went to you right at the beginning of the feeling.

And as for Veronica, she felt anger. You were one of the very first to welcome her to the squad and town. She knew something was going on between Betty and Jughead and she never spoke a word to you. She was angry at herself and her two friends.

The core five have turned into four and it will never be the same again. And they knew it. You were now a Vixen now, always have been, but that’s the crew you hang with now. And you fit in perfectly. You were always a popular, but you didn’t control it like Cheryl and Chuck.

"Are you okay?” Yet again a random student has come up to you and asked you that very question. “I’m fine.” The student has left and you continue putting books in your locker.

“Your face doesn’t look okay.” Reggie, of course. “What do you want R?” You and Reggie have always been friends considering of his stuff with Jug. Oh, Jug. “I don’t want anything, I just come to tell you that your pain is showing. That’s all." 

And with that he walked away, he might be a jerk but he definitely wasn’t stupid. You took a deep breath knowing if you didn’t, you were going to break. And you couldn’t have that.

5. Acceptance

After that little thing with Reggie, your parents let you stay at home for the rest of the week. They knew how important Jughead was to you and understand what you were going through. It was Monday again, you felt good. The last two days you and Cheryl redecorate your room, get new sets of clothes and makeup. You felt fresh. Everything was finally looking up.

You wore a purplish - gray kind of top dress, knee high boots with a heal, a black cowboyish necklace. As for your makeup you kept it natural and your hair was curled. After getting ready you went downstairs ate your breakfast and waited for Cherly and her car. 

***

You got out of the car and you felt all eyes were on you. You felt good, you felt like a new person. They just thought they were just looking at you, looking if you were okay. And honestly, you are.You opened the doors of hell and heads turned, you walked that hallway with power and confidence. Cheryl walked a little behind knowing you needed this attention. You were okay and you did a great damn way of showing it. 

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How Quickly Are The Pillars Of Creation Being Destroyed?

“The new image includes infrared data, which penetrates the dust, revealing stars and showcasing where the gas (in blue, above) is evaporating. Changes between the images indicate that the pillars are still intact today, even though the light we’re seeing came from 7,000 years ago. The best evidence for changes comes at the base of the pillars, indicating an evaporation time of approximately 100,000 years.”

Are the beautiful and iconic Pillars of Creation, located deep within the Eagle Nebula, still around today? At a distant of 7,000 light years, the Pillars could have been destroyed at any point from about 5,000 B.C. to the present, and we’d have no way of knowing. When they were first imaged in 1995, many speculated that the nebula, containing new stars and many supernova candidates, may have already destroyed these dusty structures by now. In 2007, a study by the Spitzer Space Telescope showed off some hot, glowing dust, perhaps indicating a supernova that took place some 8000-9000 years ago. But the most recent data from Hubble, in both the visible and infrared combined, not only teaches us that the supernova was an unlikely explanation for the dust, but allowed us to measure the true rate of evaporation of the Pillars themselves.

It looks like they’re not only still here today, but will likely be around for 100,000 years or more! Come find out the latest on the Pillars of Creation on today’s Mostly Mute Monday.

Sanvers Week Day 7 - Soulmates

Cw: some mentions of violence, homophobia, sexual harassment and suicidal ideation.

In English they were known simply as Blackouts, but in Portuguese they were called As Apreensões  – The Fits – because even though science had determined years ago that they weren’t technically seizures, people afflicted with them were known to jerk violently, to roll their eyes back in their head, to wake with injuries they’d never fallen asleep with.

Nobody really knew why people got the nightmares, but Maggie’s Tia had a theory. She’d always said that God showed people the worst of their soulmate’s past, their absolute darkest memories, so that they would truly know to treat their heart tenderly, to never hurt that person more than they’d already been hurt. Over the years Maggie fell in love, almost too easily, always too messily, but through it all she slept soundly, never quite understanding why when she’d dream about girls, she’d dream only beautiful things.

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Dylan request #1

Request: Dylan request — you moved to Littleton when you were in 4th grade, then Eric moved in a little bit later. The 3 of you grew up as best friends. While you and Eric had a small middle school past (that didn’t last long as you both realized you’re better off as best friends) you did develop a crush on Dylan in high school. You don’t know it but Dylan likes you too. It’s senior year, and Eric has realized what’s going on ages ago. You’re at a party, 7 mins in heaven is the game - go from there :)            

((im so sorry this took me so long!! I’ve been working so hard on this. I hope you enjoy!!))

“Hey, Reb, pass the lighter.” I fumble with the cigarette hanging off my upper lip. Eric threw a red lighter to me. I lit my cigarette and inhaled, staring off blankly in the distance before handing it back.

Eric had been my best friend ever since seventh grade, even though we had a little fling in middle school. We made out one time, behind the shed where they kept all of the P.E equipment. All of those raging 13 year old hormones were pumping and we smooched. I expected it to be magical, like in the movies, but no. It was wet, sloppy, his tongue was like a dagger stabbing in the back of my throat, it was wayyy too toothy, and he left half of my face covered in spit. Needless to say, we decided to go back to being best friends a few days later and agreed to never speak of the event again.

“Yo, y/n.” Eric calls, taking a puff off his cigarette.
“Sup.” I looked up at him from where I was sitting.
“You coming to that party tonight?” He leaned against the fence stood behind us.
“Probably not,” I shake my head. “Everyone that goes to those stupid parties makes me want to kill myself.” I said with a harshness in my voice. I meant it, I really did hate the people that went to our school.
“Okay, listen,” he paused to take another drag of his cigarette, “I hate those fuckers just as much as you, if I had the chance to blow their fucking heads off I would in a heart beat. But this really hot girl invited me and-”
“absolutely not.” I cut him off. “I am not going to be your wing woman at some fucking party.”
“When have I ever been invited to a party by a hot chick before?”
“Never.” I sigh, a slight bit of guilt in my voice.
”Exactly. Fuckin never. Just do me this solid.”
I didnt want to, I really didn’t, but Eric was my best friend. I exhale sharply, “Fine.” The way his face had lit up made it all worth it.


Me, Eric and Dylan had all grown up together. I moved to Littleton, Colorado when I had just turned 9. I met Dylan on the first day of 4th grade in school. I was late for school due to my stubborn Mom who insisted she knew a quick route to the school, despite having lived in the town less than a two weeks. By the time I reached my classroom, I knew that all of the seats would have been taken and I was frantically searching for a place to sit. The class teacher was nice, she spoke sweetly to me and asked my name. I saw one kid gesturing for me to sit next to him. It just so happened that the boy who offered me a seat was Dylan. We instantly hit it off. When you’re 9 and 10 you don’t care who your best friend is or whether you have common interests, but me and Dylan did. After school every day, we would rush home as quickly as our legs would take us so we were home in time to watch our favorite cartoons. My Mom would always have baked goods ready for us as soon as we got home for me and him to binge on. He was like an addition to our family. Dylan struggled a lot when middle school came around, as he was excruciatingly shy and quiet. We got picked on a lot for being weird and quiet. We were outcasts to everyone else. We sat by ourselves for the first year, neither of us having many friends other than each other and Nate. Over the years there, Dylan was my security blanket. He would make me feel better about all the horrible things girls said to me. We boosted each others confidence a lot. We met Eric in seventh grade, and became pretty close rather quickly. We would all hang out every night and play video games.


Me and Eric were standing by our lockers when Dylan approached us.
“Hey, V, guess what.” Eric said through a toothy grin.
“You got invited to a party by a hot girl.” Dylan replied with a slight bit of annoyance in his voice.
Eric’s grin quickly vanished, “Yes. How’d you know?!”
“You’ve told me at least six times, dude. I’m still not going.” Dylan hissed back.
“C’mon, dude, y/n is coming.” Eric nudged Dylan.
Dylan looked towards me in confusion because he knew I hated parties, “I’m being forced too, V.” I shook my head.
Dylan laughed under his breath a little bit, “Nah, dude, I’m not-”
“I swear to God, Dylan. I know where you live and I know how to make pipe bombs.” Eric said in an almost threatening tone but it still had a slight playfulness to it.
“Fuck, fine I go. Don’t blow up my house, Jesus.” Dylan let out a barely audible laugh under his breath and smiled towards us.
“Fuck yeah, V, cya tonight.” Eric smirked like a kid who had just won first place in a race.
Dylan walked off to whatever class he had next, leaving me and Eric alone. I lean against the lockers, throwing my head back and let out an audible groan, “Why is he sooooo cute.” I whimper out.
“This whole ‘crush on Dylan’ thing needs to stop.” Eric sighed.
“Yeah…” I suspire heavily whilst I followed Eric to our next class, “I know.”
“You know what I hate?” I prepared myself for one of Eric’s long-ass speeches about bitches standing in the middle of a corridor or something but the words that escaped his lips were actually quite wise. “When girls wait for the guy to ask them out. Like, Dylan’s a shy guy, he can hardly look at a girl without cumming in his pants. What makes you think he’s going to get the balls to ask you out? Like, I know we’re just friends ‘n’ shit but fuck, y/n, you’re pretty fucking attractive.”
“That was over in middle school, Reb.” I joke.
“Shut the fuck up and listen for a second,” He pauses while he thought of something to say, “What I’d do in this situation is 1 of 3 things. 1,blow their fucking head off, if you can’t have them then no one can. 2, get the fuck over them, no time for moping over some pussy you’re never going to get. Or 3, get over self, walk your ass over to them and tell them you fucking like them. Like a bitch can’t blame you for trying, right?” 


So many questions ran through my head after he said that. Should I really just get over Dylan? How? Why? Should I tell him how I feel? Should I blow his fucking brains out? I know i was thinking irrationally but I really cared about Dylan. Ever since my first year at Columbine High School I had feelings for him. I don’t know when the feelings began but after it had a been like a roller coaster. That’s the perfect simile actually. It was like a roller coaster. When I first started getting feelings for him it was like being in the queue, thinking what the hell am I doing? This is bat shit crazy! Who’s idea was this?! This isn’t safe at all!  And then when I realized my feelings for him was like sitting in the seat, waiting for the safety barriers to come down. Just wanting to jump off and scream ‘I WANT TO GET OFF!’ but then it was too late. The ride started and I couldn’t get off. Every time I would see him was a big, steep drop shooting down; every time I heard his voice it was like going around a big loop; every time he touched me there was a big twist. I wanted him so badly, I just didn’t know what to do. I loved the roller coaster but it terrified me at the same time. Whenever I thought I had it under control, there would be another drop, loop or turn thrown my way. I couldn’t believe something Eric fucking Harris said made me have this epiphany.
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Me and Eric arrived at the house where the party was being hosted. Eric pulled out a cigarette. Needless to say he was shitting himself. None of us had ever been to a proper party before. A party to Eric was 4 of us sitting playing Doom with a bottle of some sort of alcohol but now we were at an actual party. It was filled with at least 50 people.

Eric smoked slowly trying to avoid the huge groups of people within the house. We could feel the vibrations of loud music shake the nearby ground outside. We were nervous, although Eric didn’t want to admit it.
“S-should we just go in?” His voice cracked.
“I guess so…”

I felt like holding his hand as if he had to be guided in by a parent or guardian; my nerves made me want to grab his hand even more. Eric stamped out his cigarette and we etch close to the house.

The scent of cheap beer and the loss of virginity filled my nose, making me cringe. Eric’s eyes scanned the room, most likely looking for the ‘hot’ girl who invited him.
“Maybe we should look around?” I suggested while looking at his scared, little face, which I found adorable.
“Yeah.” his breath rasped in his throat, it sounded as if he just dry-swallowed a big pill.

We didn’t really search, him and I just kind of hid away from the big crowds of people making us feel uncomfortable. Eric had never been good with the ladies, I don’t know how he ever got me in middle school.

We hadn’t really followed a pacific path, we just went where we went and followed one another. I eventually found a drink in my hand and after a few I was beginning to feel a little tipsy. We slipped down some stairs into a room where the party continued, but in much smaller numbers. I, fortunately, glance in a corner where I saw a few familiar lanky figures. I felt relieved to see some people I actually knew in this house, other than Eric. I staggered over to the group of boys. Dylan had his cute little smile on his face as I approached.
“Sup, V.” I beamed at him, wrapping my arm around his neck.
“H-Have you been drinking?” He sounded a little nervous, probably because I was cuddling him.
“Just a little,” I giggle, “ Why? Do I smell like alcohol?”
“No, just…” His sentence trailed off, not really knowing what he wanted to say.
“I think you,” Eric pulled me off Dylan, keeping me balanced, “need to sit the fuck down.”
“Yeah.” Dylan laughed, searching for a place for the group to sit.
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We sat for a while, just cracking jokes and laughing, and before we knew it a bottle of Jack Daniels had come and gone. .
Eric shook the empty glass bottle in the air, “Truth or dare, anyone?” He asks the group.
We each nod out head and Eric spins the bottle.

After a few rounds, it landed on me.
“Truth or dare?” Eric grinned.
I think for a moment, “uhh, dare.”
A smirk grew on his face “Seven minutes in heaven,”
“Eric,” I sigh, “I love you ‘n’ everything, but you’re my best friend.” I place my hand upon his shoulder, “this isn’t middle school anymore and I-”
He swiftly interpreted me, his smirk growing wider and keeping eye contact with me, “with Dylan.”
My face was wiped of all expression, I wanted to knock the look of his smug-ass face look of his face so badly. I pause, trying to comprehend what he had just done. “uhum, what?”
“You heard.” He folded his arms, his eyes flicking from me to Dylan.
“Reb, dude I-” Dylan stuttered nervously.
“A, a, a, it’s a dare. You have to do it.” Eric replied, folding his arms.
“Stop being so childish, Reb.” I slur and rolled my eyes.
“I’m not being childish, you’re just being a pussy.” He sneered.
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not
.” “Are too.”
“Fuck sake, Reb.” At the time I didn’t know whether to punch him or thank him. Then I realised, I was drunk enough to do it without everything being awkward at school if Dylan didn’t like me but if Dylan was into it then I could say I was sober enough to be into it too. Fuck I loved Eric.

“It’s funny,” He snickered, “you’re such a prude, y/n, I knew you wouldn’t do it.”
“Y'know what, fine.” I pulled myself up, “come one, Dyl, let’s go find a closet.” Eric looked genuinely shocked, as did Dylan.

Dylan didn’t have time to comply or protest, before what I had said sunk into his brain I had dragged him up and was already trying to find a free closet. It was more difficult than I originally thought to find an unoccupied closet. Eventually, we did find one, I shoved Dylan and quickly locked the door behind us.
“Sorry ‘bout that, Dylan,” I leaned against the door, “I just wanted to prove Eric wrong.”
“Ah, it’s fine.” He said, sounding slightly disappointed.
“W-Well it’s not that I don’t want, Just I…” I looked down at my shuffling feat, I felt nervous, not too sure what to do.

There was a few moments of silence, during this silence I found myself sliding my back down the door, sitting upon the floor. Dylan eventually joined me. He leaned his head against the door and spoke softly:
“Remember in 5th grade when I had a crush on that Amanda girl?”
“Yeah, what about her?”
“Remember when I spilled apple juice on my pants right in front of her.”
I giggle at the fond childhood memories, “Yeah, you were so sad.”
“Yeah, I know. I think that’s where my fear of walking to women came from,” He ran a hand through his hair, “ That’s why I’ve never been able to confess my feelings for this girl that I’ve liked for a while.”
“Oh,” I look at the ground, fiddling with my hair, “that’s shitty.”
“Yeah. You know,” he took a deep breath, “I used to think you could never get over childhood fears, the little anxieties that would keep you up at night as a kid. Everything seemed so big and important then. Even the smallest thing felt like it would change everything, but it didn’t and it never did. I don’t know anymore. You can’t run away from your fears forever, right?”
“Right.” I nod, turning my head so I was looking at the side of his face.
“I think I’m ready to overcome a really big fear I’ve had for a long time.” Dylan interlocked his fingers around mine, causing me to blush, “I really like you, y/n.” He spoke gently, the words left his mouth softly and soothed my body.
“I really like y-you too, Dylan.” The roller coaster feeling felt really real at that moment. It was exciting, I was loving the twists and turns, even though they made it feel like my heart was going to pound out of my chest.

I leaned in and stroked his cheek softly, which turned his face towards mine. Dylan’s lips brushed against mine, it felt so innocent and so sweet. His lips were like silk that ran across mine. Dylan’s hands caressed my cheek. His movements weren’t lustful, they were kind and I could feel the good intentions in each of his touches. My heart fluttered as he whispered my name into the kiss, he prolonged each syllable which caused me to shudder. My fingers ran through his dirty blonde locks and stroked his soft curls. I pulled him as close as I could, until there was no space between us. Dylan could feel the pounding of my heart in my chest but I didn’t care, I wanted the kiss to last forever. His hand being placed ever so carefully on my cheek, just below my ear, comforted me. He moved one hand to my waist, causing my breath to sharpened. It became heavier, deeper, and more heated. The kiss was becoming more passionate and was rapidly losing it’s innocents.
“Yo, faggots.” A voice, presumably Eric’s, yelled from behind the door of the closet.
“7 minutes already?” He giggled and placed a sweet kiss on my forehead.

10

A week of Irwin: Day 7 - Happy Birthday Ashton!

I remember joining the fandom 3 years ago, it’s been 3 years for me and I’m still here because you’re here. You might not see this but it’s fine, words won’t give justice to express how much I love and appreciate you. I love you even though I don’t completely know you but I fell in love with your mask that you’ve worn for the past 3 years. I love how it changes constantly, sometimes your hair changes, sometimes you get a new tattoo with a beautiful meaning, or maybe some new clothes or hats. But my favourite thing is your smile, how you would smile through everything telling us that everything is going to be okay, giving us videos, laughing, dancing, and enjoying life to it’s fullest. But one year, you wore a mask that I despised. Every time you wore that mask you were lying saying that you were happy and you were fine and everything was okay. I fell for it, I believed that you were actually happy because I always saw that beautiful smile on your face. Until I found out that you weren’t. That you were pretending to be okay when you weren’t, that you were actually hurt and wanted to run away. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you when you were always there for me. It was hard for me to see you broken, and to see you not smiling, but I’m so proud to see that you’re much stronger now, you’re loving yourself now, you’re actually happy and always ready to make more music. I’m so proud that you fought through the rough times and now you’re here, your smile bigger than ever, and ready for any challenges that come ahead. Your kind words, videos, tweets, music, voice, and you just being here til this day has helped me through so much, so thank you for not giving up and everything you’ve done for not only me but many fans. I also can’t begin to explain how talented you are, I love when you play the drums, it’s so heart warming to see you so passionate about something you love and not to mention how good you are. You play and sing so perfectly, I can’t help to fall in love with you again and again everytime I hear your voice or hear you play the drums. I’m so glad I discovered you, when I did you were 20, and now you’re 23. It feels like you were just 20 wearing your bandana and performing at shows, but now you’re 23 with short hair and playing shows around the world. I hope you enjoy and have fun celebrating your birthday with your friends. I love you and Happy Birthday! 

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News that never got over here when it happened back in August; one of my hoyas decided to produce it’s first flower spur and give it’s first set of flowers! “It’s a Christmas Miracle!“ I said to myself in the scorching middle of summer lol. I was expecting the Hoya from my Aunt to bloom first (as it has old flower spurs, even if it is stressed to all heck even now), but nope, this guy that I bought and grew from a sprig loooong ago back in College decided to bloom in the house first. My mom was really surprised/impressed at the perfect pentagonal flower buds. I’m just surprised it decided to grow a flower spur in less than 7 years since they have a rep at being such slow-to-mature plants. I didn’t really notice a smell at the time so I can’t really say how true it is about smell for hoyas in general, though there could be a lot of factors in play for lack of smell.

Admittedly all I got are Hoya carnosa like this specimen, but I always considered my carnosas to be charming gatekeeper hoyas; the start of bigger species collections. Honestly if I could I’d get my hands on at least 3 other Hoya species like Hoya kerrii I’d be all the more a happy camper. Till then I’ll have to stick to enjoying the classic carnosa charm.

Photographed August 13th & 15th 2016

7 years ago i began the adventure to find myself a snake. Didnt end up getting one for another 4 years… didnt end up getting a corn snake either.

Also, ironically, ended up with a Lavender morph corn snake even though miamis are still my fave.


i wish i could find the guy i spoke to. He ran a website that was called southern moutain corn snakes or something like that. it had a direction and mountain in the name. the dude had SO MANY MORPHS and was very kind and taught me about stargazing.

It’s For My Little Brothers

Characters: Winchester brothers x older sister reader. John mentioned.

Words: 1800

You have a little tradition of going to the nearest supermarket to buy some snacks to your brothers and you, just to see the smile on their faces. 

[Angst, fluff, character death]

A/N: I packed this one full of gifs, couldn’t resist :)

You wandered, a little cautiously, through the aisle of the small store, looking for the pie. It was an early fall morning and you had left your little brothers, 7 and 3, at the motel. At only 10 years old, it was debatable if you should be out alone at such an odd hour, but you were independent and also with the information you had, you knew there were far worse things to be scared of.

You found the pie for Dean, and hurried to the checkout where you paid for it along with the candy you had gotten yourself and your other brother Sam.

10 minutes later you put the key in the keyhole and unlocked the front door of your room. Instantly, both of their heads perked up from the two beds, Dean’s dark blonde and Sam’s curly, slightly darker one. To see their faces light up was the reason for your occasional expedition, that along with the fact that you wanted to have something to do.

You held up the plastic bag with a grin, so that they could see what you had gotten.

“Yes!” Dean exclaimed, eyes round with excitement.

Sam giggled with his hazel orbs twinkling, as he followed his big brother towards his big sister. As you put the things on the table, Dean sat down by it. You pulled out a chair for Sammy, and helped him up. You soon sat down too, and then you enjoyed the sweets together with them.

It was a nice, simple moment, just how you liked it. Although, you had already been introduced to a much darker worldview by your father, and nothing would be the same. As you looked at your innocent brothers, you hoped they wouldn’t have to know. But you knew that your dad even now thought about letting Dean in on the secret, which you didn’t know what to do about. You wanted to talk to him, but he also intimidated you.

Hopefully Sam would at least live in innocence a while longer.

You strode through the aisle searching through the shelves for the apple pie, 14 and more comfortable to be on your own. However, you wanted to make it quick, not for your own sake, but for what could happen when you were away. You had seen enough evil to worry like that. Once you found it, you grabbed a packet of pie and walked towards the checkout. For yourself and Sam you had gotten some cake.

Soon you were walking back towards the motel, absentmindedly flinging the plastic bag back and forth with each step. The air was crisp, and there was close to no one outside. You enjoyed the walk, it was the only time you got to be alone. Not that you didn’t like being with your brothers, but it was nice to just be on your own. As you were away, you liked to pretend as if you were no one special, you were just an ordinary kid, nothing different with your life.

But you were needed in your family, you were the protector. Well, your dad were the one who physically killed the threats, at least mostly. But you were the one who looked out for everybody, you were there if anyone wanted to talk and if anyone had gotten hurt. You always wore your head high, your little brothers behind you.

You checked twice before crossing the street, with the motel in sight. Soon you would be back inside with your dear brothers. You honestly didn’t mind being the protector, the one with responsibility. Because they were your world. You wished you could protect them from everything, sometimes even your father and his ideas. Dean had found out though, 4 years ago, when he was 7. Now, he had been training quite a few times, joining Dad and you. He was already a good shot.

Sam didn’t know yet though. And that was something you and Dean agreed on, to put it off as long as possible. The longer he could be just a kid, the better.

At 19, you winced as you pulled the seemingly heavy door open. You hardly noticed the bell ringing as you made your way into the store, slightly limping. Last night’s hunt got you bad, you had ended up with a deep cut in your thigh. Even though you had cleaned and stitched it up, it still hurt like a bitch. Dean had offered to join you, but you told him that you wanted to be alone, you wanted to clear your thoughts. And even though you appreciated him asking, you told him off. Always trying to not showing any weaknesses was a bad habit for you, but maybe that just came with you always having to look out for everybody else; you had to be strong. Some of the pressure came from your dad, but much was self inflicted. But, now wasn’t the time to do a phycological evaluation of yourself, you had other things to do.

You found the pie, still buying it for Dean, because you were nice like that. In your hands you already had some snacks for you and Sammy.

As it turned out, Dean was big on responsibility too. He just seemed to take it on, even if it wasn’t needed. You already had it covered. However, you let him worry about Sammy and the rest of you, even though you still kept the role as the one who really looked out for you siblings.

He was almost taller than you now. You had always been standing tall, and it felt weird. Though, Sam was still a little squirt so that made you feel better. He was 12 now, and already a hero. Your dad, you and Dean mostly put him on research, but when he came along he really was great. Both of your brothers were heroes, and you were proud.

You had graduated school, which led to that the dynamics of the family changed slightly. Earlier, it had been you, Dean and Sam, and then your father who was out hunting. But now you got to go along on the hunts all the time, while your little brothers still had school. It wasn’t something you had thought of before leaving school, but it had happened, and now you had adjusted. Soon, you would leave for another hunt with John, but you had been determined to go on another shopping trip before then. It had turned out to be a silly tradition for you, but you needed some constancy in your life.

You paid for the things and limped back to the motel.


Dean walked down the aisle to look for the pie. It was tradition, ever since he was little he had always gotten apple pie. However, it had always been someone else who had gotten it for him.

Besides of himself, an old lady and the cashier, the small store was empty. And it reminded him of you. Well, a lot of things did, and this was one of them. Every time he was in one, he always seemed to see you. Not in reality of course, but often he had to look twice, sometimes when it was a young woman who shared similarities with you, and sometimes it didn’t even have to be someone there. As he spotted the pies in the other end of the shelves, he could almost see you standing there, with your silky hair, familiar frame and clothes. You noticed him and smiled, that characteristic little smirk of yours.

Until he blinked twice, and you were gone, as always. And as every other time, his heart ached for you.

You were 21 years old when it happened, only in the beginning of your life. Dean was 18 and Sam was 14. A demon had shot you, and you had died. Just like that. He had been there, your blood had stained his hands, and his tears had fallen into your hair.

Sammy was at the motel, Dean was thankful for that and he knew you were too. Both of you didn’t want him to see the horrible scene, and he knew how you hated them seeing your weak moments.

Dean would always remember your pain, the tears in your eyes. How you had panted for air, the blood that pumped out of you. His father’s tears, never had he seen his father cry like that, not since Mom.

How they had to carry your cold, lifeless body out of there.

You last smile; you last words.

I love you. Tell Sammy I love him too.

Then the corners of your lips had pulled upwards, right before your eyes rolled back. Dean had closed them.

He was now older than you were, than you would ever be. He never thought that day would come, he never thought he would survive you, at least not so early. It had been 5 years already, he was 23 now. One year ago Sam had left for college, which left Dean alone for the most part, as he and John didn’t hunt together anymore.

What happened changed them all, for example, Dean had gone to a very dark place. He almost didn’t make it out. After some time Sam had gotten deep into the thought of leaving the hunting life behind, for something more safe; just like he wanted the remaining parts of his family to do the same.

Dean wasn’t ready however, to give up hunting that is. It was who he was, it was his life. More importantly, it had been your life.

Dean paid for the one single piece of apple pie, and left the angsty store behind. He jumped into the Impala, his home, and drove for a few minutes till he reached the mountains just outside the small town. There, he parked the car and sat himself on the hood, with his apple pie of course. The sun was shining, the air was fresh. It was quiet except for some birds chirping in the distance. The view was amazing, snow coated mountains, and dark green pine trees.

He enjoyed his apple pie in his loneliness, and thought of better times.

He remembered you, how strong you were. He still thought so, even when he got older and started seeing how broken you were inside through your eyes. How much crap you had seen, what the pressure on you shoulders had done to you. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, after all.

How he wished he had told you how much he looked up to you, but he was pretty sure you had already known.

You were a light, you shone brightly and burned out fast. And he would always, always, remember you.

The LONG meta on age and timeline of Nyx Ulric

Oh God I’m finally writing this HUGE post about Nyx and his age/timeline. 

It bothered me for so long because there were inconsistencies, whatever approach you took: a somehow spread in a fandom version that he is around 31 or my personal guess of around 24.

With an invaluable insight provided by a brilliant @jarofalives I can say I have found my personal answer to this dilemma and though I don’t say everyone should take it is canon, I certainly am going to, because I don’t really see any other possibility for all of it to tie in as neatly. 

My speculations are based on all canon information we have.

So first the problems I had with defining clear timeline for Nyx:

We have it officially stated that Nyx was saved by Regis as a child/teenager and started serving him in gratitude for that but also he somehow had a bar in Galahd and a letter most likely from a dead sister, congratulating him with his 20th birthday and saying that they live in the same house. 

Also if he was a teen during the attack in 751 he can’t be more than 24. But then again we have different dates for Kingsglaive founding: 10 years ago or 15 years ago and that just doesn’t make sense at all, if Kingsglaive was made after the raid on Galahd in 751 it should have been founded 5 years ago. And to confuse us even more, Nyx has a certificate signed by Regis in 744. But also how on earth could Regis save him if that was a sudden attack after 18 years of peace even without the wall and the news came after it already happened? So to have a coherent narrative we absolutely have to ignore at least some part of canon?

Well no. 

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gaykatsudononice  asked:

What about a royalty AU/Arranged marriage?

(Oooo this is going to be my first time tackling this AU, I hope I write it well enough!)

Send me an AU and I’ll write a short summary or dialogue for it!

On Prince Yuuri’s 16th birthday, it was already predetermined who he was going to marry in the future.

They had never met directly in person, but rather exchanged letters from time to time about their every day lives in order to get to know each other before the actual wedding. 

Through their letter exchange, Yuuri learned that Prince Viktor was a rather lonely prince who often ditched the royal meetings in order to play with his pet poodle Makkachin. Yuuri too shared that he often tried to sneak out of the castle in order to explore the town with Vicchan. 

Viktor wanted to know what hobbies Yuuri was into and if he had any past lovers before their arranged marriage. Yuuri nervously admitted in his letters that he had never really in been love before. By the time he actually had time to think about it, his parents and the rest of the kingdom had already decided for him.

On Yuuri’s 23rd birthday, one day before the wedding will take place, Viktor arrived to meet with him in person. The whole kingdom was already in a fuss preparing for the wedding, but Yuuri sneaked out from the balcony to hide from it all.

What he didn’t realize was that Viktor was actually waiting for him down below, and when Yuuri jumped he landed right on top of the other prince.

“I-I’m sorry!” Yuuri immediately scooted off and helped the prince back up to his feet. But Viktor simply laughed as he brushed the dirt from his clothes.

“You must be an angel Yuuri, falling from the sky like that,” Viktor smiled. 

Even though it was their very first meeting, one that had been prearranged 7 years ago, Yuuri and Viktor felt like they already knew each other for their entire lives.

You’re Nobody ‘Til Somebody Loves You, and we sure do love you, Dino!

Happy 100th birthday, Dino! Even though you left us 21 years ago, you still have people crazy for you, watching your movies and shows and specials, listening to your records and staring at your lovely face in pictures! It would take us 100 years alone to celebrate you, and you would deserve it!

June 7, 1917 - December 25, 1995

7 Letters...

PROLOGUE

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Member - Taehyung x reader , Jungkook x reader

Genre - Angst, Fluff, (future) smut

Warnings - none for this chapter

Word count - 1,936

Summary -  A mysterious person who writes on your skin, an interesting co-worker who is making his way into your heart. A man whose past you need to know and a man who needs to understand your present. In a  journey that takes you beyond the boundaries of time, sanity and love, you are left torn between choices to make and decisions to take.

And no. Not everything was about love. It was also about destiny.

[A/N] - This is my original work and has in no way has been plagerised. If you see a story similar to this that was posted by @bts-things-we-all-imagine please know that I am the owner of that blog and that I have abandoned it because of certain issues. I’m reposting my work on this, my new url and have edited it heavily (cause why not :), but it is all my words and my work only.

Originally posted by ultranicolet

A black lane…..a small bridge……two swords……a ring spinning on the floor…….the painting of an unknown someone….the sound of a flute…a strange constriction cutting your breath….

and you begin to scream.


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You passed away exactly 7 years ago today. I never ever wanted to see you go, ever. You were and still are a beacon in my life. You always saw the best in me and always encouraged me to do well. You loved me unconditionally even though I’m far from perfect. So it was so unfair and devastating when I had to say goodbye to you. I was a complete disaster for a long long time without you. I didn’t think things would ever get back on track. But I made a promise to you that I would do well for myself and the family before you had to go. It took a while but I’ve learned a lot in 7 years. I didn’t always have the greatest friends in my life but I’ve been working on myself so I can attract the right people and keep my distance from people who aren’t a good fit for my life. That only positivity and love can truly help me move forward and excel in life. You always told me that there is no substitute for hard work. I’m not where I want to be yet but I’m working hard and I’m with a good company right now and travelling a bit. I’ve got good people in my life now. I wish you could have met them but I’m sure you would love them too. I’m doing so much better now and it’s thanks to you. I’m not at my full potential yet but I’m getting there. I’m hustling and working hard to make myself the family, all my loved ones and especially you proud.  I still think about you all the time and I miss you so much but I know you’re still watching out for me somewhere in the universe. I love you.
—  Me
Thread, Gone VIII

A little heads up, I changed a Megan Hunt’s story so that it could fit here.

I - II - III- IV - V - VI - VII


“Zola, Bailey, come say goodbye to your Auntie!” Amelia called from the living room, where she was helping Meredith with their luggage. She, along with her two kids, were leaving for Washington for a few days. They were going to visit Cristina, Meredith’s best friend who had moved out to Switzerland a year back, and was now on the country for a conference.

That gave Amelia four days with the house for herself. Four days to do as she pleased, when she pleased, how she pleased. It was going to be fun.

“Bye Auntie Amy, I love you.” Zola said, giving her a hug, followed by one from her nephew.

“I love you too guys, have fun!” She told them, and giving her sister-in-law a hug too, she opened the door for them and watched as the party of three made their way towards their car, waving at them as Meredith drove away.

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anonymous asked:

What's ur fave song ?

Praying by Kesha.

Listen though. L I S T E N . I fucking. Love kesha okay. Like full on as this 9 year old I was singing some outrageously innapropriate shit of hers bc I just loved her even when I was tiny. I fucking sung ‘tik tok’ in my school talent show when I was like 7 talking about getting wasted and shagging people and shit.

a n y w a y s . I digress.

But basically I LOVE ALL!!!HER!!!SONGS!!! And tbh I kind of stopped listening to her for a few years before finding her again a few months ago, and then with all the shit she has going on I’m just??? Damn??? What An Icon? AND THEN SHE RELEASES THIS????????????

I can literally promise u that it brought goosebumps out on my arms. No joke. Like music NEVER has that reaction on me. And usually it takes 3 or 4 listens to grow to actually like it. BUT I heard that and…..damn. ANYWAY THAT WAS LONG BUT YEAH GO KESHA THAT SONG IS LIT SHE IS SO TALENTED AND AMAZING