everything is unfair this is not right

anonymous asked:

TTB claims to know Kaylor is real and I find it hypocritical and unfair to call out Karlie's morals. If she can't support Karlie then at least call out Taylor with her in the goodbye msg. too, bc if kaylor is real then Taylor shares in Karlie's morals. Why does Taylor get a pass?

You know anon I find this a difficult one to answer. Everything is so upsetting right now.

I can’t speak for TTB but I don’t think Taylor gets a pass.

We all know the girls have manufactured personas, and highly paid teams to cultivate them.

Right now as I see it they are working as one; the aim: straight at whatever the cost.

Karlie is accepting the role of complicit power hungry hypocrite Krump

Taylor the reclusive love sick parody of herself who has given it all up for a d list nobody.

It’s so depressing because over the last few years both (or at least their public images) presented themselves as empowered, independent, successful, accessible badass chicks.

I hate how they have evolved. I hate bearding. I hate PR games. We can debunk it all so easily it’s embarrassing.

I can’t change the realities for gay people in this world. I absolutely get they don’t wish to or can’t come out anytime soon.

But they are both fully in control of their public images; there are so many avenues they could go down that would be appealing to young people of any gender/nationality/sexual orientation.

Instead right now they are both a giant turn off to me, to anyone with political savvy and particularly this week, music fans who want and deserve authentic heros.

Sorry.

Things can always change and that’s why I will try to keep a tiny bit of hope.

😞

my advice for the signs

aries I know a watched pot never boils, but it’s good to wait for the right moment. Sometimes, the second mouse gets the cheese.

taurus Not everything goes smoothly in life. It’s not sugar spice and everything nice all the time. Stop being agonized everytime things get ugly.

gemini Set your priorities straight. It’s crucial to understand what’s important and what’s not. Expectations of others shouldn’t cage you.

cancer  Save everything for the person who deserves. ‘Right now’ is all you have. Don’t let the past haunt you. Nostalgias are tricky.

leo “Reputation is what men and women think of us, character is what god and angels see of us” It’s fine to feel down sometimes. You can’t see the world through rose colored glass all the time.

virgo You will come to regret the things you never did, not the things you have done. Sometimes the world may seem  unfair, disorganized, chaotic, godforsaken even. But trust me, everything will turn out just fine. When you think about it, everything is actually connected.

libra Develop some individuality. Spend time with yourself.  I know it’s difficult to tell if you’re fighting for something you deserve or just forcing something, but the only way to find out is to see the end of it. Don’t give up so easily.

scorpio Except for karma, nothing’s ever eternal. Pleasure, pain, power, the things we hold onto so tight… All things end. And no, no revenge or pay back is worth your time.

sagittarius  Always think twice. Because what we think we got under control always seems to have control of us. And don’t forget that all things have it’s consequences.

capricorn The simplest things can show the meaning of life. You’re so busy working hard for a good life but good life is enjoying the little things.

aquarius Learn to return the love you recieve. Don’t be an outsider. It’s ok to feel lonely sometimes. People don’t understand but you’re not alone.

pisces Just know that not every single person in this world is as kind as you. Some will chew you up and spit you out. You don’t have to care about everyone. You will inevitably have to ignore some. That’s not insensitive.

I’m a feminist because...

I’m a feminist because everyone should be.

Growing up, my parents would always tell me to be properly dressed around my brothers. Never mind that they were walking around in short boxer briefs, it was me who had to be presentable. I was the girl, after all.

In school, I was always taught that the way I dressed affected a boy’s education. I was taught that the slight peek of my shoulder was enough to get me sent to the head office. It was much too distracting, because after all, a boy’s education had to be more important than a girl’s. At least, that was what they were teaching me.

This is why I’m a feminist.

I’m a feminist because it is 2017, and when I talk about how unfair it is that a professional athlete gets to walk away from the accusation of raping a girl without a single ding to their career, I’m some sort of radical that needs to calm down. Because that poor girl’s life will never be the same, but said athlete’s career is perfectly intact.

I’m a feminist because my aunt says things like, “Oh, those feminists, they just need to shave their armpits and get over it.” Because somehow the grooming of my body hair has everything to do with the rights I’m fighting for.

I’m a feminist because people still think you must have a vagina to be considered a woman.

I’m a feminist because I am 20 years old, and when I tell people I’m not sure I want to have kids, they look at me like I just defied all womankind.

I’m a feminist because when mothers choose to work rather than stay at home with their children, they aren’t doing “enough.”

I’m a feminist because when fathers choose to stay at home with their children rather than work, they somehow aren’t as “manly.”

I’m a feminist because parents still won’t let their sons play with Barbies.

I’m a feminist because young boys are taught that crying is bad. Showing emotion is bad, better to bottle it up and never feel. If you cry, you’re a girl, and no one wants to be a girl.

I’m a feminist because when my family talks about the Women’s March that happened yesterday, they say things like, “What’s protesting going to change?” and “They’re honestly just wasting their time. Nobody’s going to listen to them.” Never mind that the country we are living in found its freedom through protesting—No Taxation Without Representation. But I suppose that’s okay. It was men protesting then.

I’m a feminist because when my aunt saw a picture of a man marching with women yesterday, she snorted and said, “What’s he doing there? Doesn’t he have something better to do?” Her seven year old son was sitting next to her.

I’m a feminist because a highly qualified politician lost the presidential election to a less than mediocre businessman who based his campaign on misogyny, racism, bigotry, and slander. Because this country would rather see an over privileged, racist, homophobic, white man, whose years of experience sums up to zero, in office rather than a woman whose qualifications are more than his will ever be. Because I somehow have to have years of experience before I can even get my first job, but Donald Trump can get sworn into office without a single day of political experience.

I’m a feminist because the President of the United States speaks vilely of women and all minorities, and I’m the terrible one for disliking him.

I’m a feminist because I get made fun of for being a feminist.

I’m a feminist because I want the next generation of girls to live in a better world than mine.

I’m a feminist for these reasons and so many others.

I’m a feminist because everyone should be.

anonymous asked:

I think it's reaaally unfair how people are generalising larries and saying they don't love H and it's really offensive to me bc i am one and I love Harry more than I love anyone else. im not trying to be rude, I swear but I'm just saying, people should think before they make hurtful generalisations

If you actually had any love or respect for Harry you wouldn’t BE a “larrie” and you wouldn’t assume everything he has told you about himself is a lie. So I’m sorry if you’re young or impressionable right now, and I don’t want to be mean to you, but please take a step back and realize that what you support is hurting him and his family and friends. Stop believing in shit that’s not real! The actual real stuff that Harry does is SO GOOD stop being brainwashed by a bunch of assholes who want to use slow motion gifs of 16 year old Harry to get their rocks off. So in short, no I don’t think people are being too mean.

Blood And Kisses

Originally posted by wood-chris


Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: “I really love reading your imagines! Can you please make one where the reader breaks up Montgomery and Alex’s fight and at first Alex is mad but then he’s not?”

“Hey dude. I love your imagines! Could you do an Alex Standall imagine in which the reader breaks up the right between Alex and Montgomery then goes with Alex to first aid and fluff happens? 😁😁 xx”

Word count: 2.922

Posted: 28th of April 2017

A/N:OMG! It’s finally friday and I am posting stuffs that wrote during these past few days. I missed you guys and I am so overwhelmed for the feedbacks that I am receiving! Thank you for everything.
Anyways, I don’t like putting two requests in one imagine because I think that it’s unfair to the readers who’ve requested their ideas, but the requests are almost the same and I hope that it’s still okay. Sorry, though. You can always request something else so we can be fair. Thank you. This is longer than I wanted to write, but it’s better.
Thank you so much for the support. I am happy that you love my imagines!

- G. x

Warning: A little bit of Angst, mentions blood, swearing.


“What is happening, Clay?” You asked as you dealt with the shortness of your breath. Someone called you on your phone and said that your best friend Alex was in trouble with someone in the parking lot, so you had to run from the other side of the school department to the parking lot as fast as you could.

“I really don’t know. I am trying to see what’s happening.” He answered as he was tiptoeing in his dark coloured converse. He didn’t get any positive results on what he was doing so you started to pass in the middle of the people, trying to push them slightly to give you some space.

Once you arrived at the first row of the crowd, your heart sank and your mouth slightly hung open. You covered your mouth as the happening created a little knot in your stomach and it hurt yourself.

Alex was spitting blood out of his mouth as he got some punches from the one and only Montgomery de la Cruz, who was sitting on Alex’s abdomen while he let his anger out.

“Fuck off, de la Cruz!” You pushed him with all of your strength so he would stop punching Alex’s face as if it was some sort of punching bag. “Fucking, stop!”

“Fine, I’ll stop!” He raised his hands in defense, but he kicked Alex on his stomach one more time before picking his backpack up, it was surely thrown on the ground when they started the fight.

“Damn it! Go fuck yourself!” You shouted as you wanted to bang his head on a wall thousand times.

“Montgomery, you fucking asshole.” You heard Alex swearing under his breath and whining while he was holding his stomach.

“Alex.” You quickly caressed his arm as you let him know that you were by his side. You swore that you didn’t like seeing your best friend like this. Montgomery pushed some people so he could get out of that crowd around you.

“(Y/N).” He weakly called for you as he coughed harshly, caused by the savage and terrible kicks of Montgomery. You were worried as you saw Alex spitting thick, dense and scarlet blood one more time.

“Damn, Alex.” You bit your lower lip as you felt a little bit guilty for arriving later to save him. You gave him your handkerchief so he could wipe his mouth. “Guys, go back to your classes! The show is obviously done, this was the first and last episode of let’s just fucking watch Alex to get hurt and do nothing, so stop being nosey and mind your own fucking business!” You sarcastically shouted as you hated them for not stopping the asshole before.

“It’s okay, (Y/N).” He shook it off as if nothing has happened.

“You shush!” You rolled your eyes as you picked his backpack up and hung it on your free shoulder. “C'mon.” You grabbed his hand as helped him to get up from the ground. Alex could barely stand up straight and you could say that he was suffering inside.

“Let me help you with that, (Y/N).” Zach helped Alex to maintain his balance as he saw that you were struggling to handle your best friend and you started to walk towards the school’s parking lot.

“Lex, keys?” You asked him when you stopped in front of his car.

“Here.” He shakily handed you the keys and you shook your head for the damage that Montgomery has done to your best friend. You would seriously slap that jerk.

“Thanks.” You weakly smiled at him and opened his car. Zach guided Alex to enter the passenger’s seat.

“Can you do this alone?” Zach worriedly asked after he closed the car’s door.

“Yup, thank you.” You warmly smiled at him and he just smiled back at you.

“Text me, okay?” You nodded to assure him and you went to the driver’s seat. “Take care.”

“We will.” You and Alex smiled at him and you started to drive carefully, not wanting to hurt Alex even more. “Are you okay?” You looked at the rear-view mirror to assure that no one was following you. “Dumb question, I know.”

“My stomach still aches.” You then looked at him and you could see in his eyes that he was really trying so hard to mend the pain away.

“Damn it, Standall.” You sighed as you saw his nose soaked in dried blood, condensed and fractured. The almost brown coloured blood has mizzled down his face and shirt, like the rain water in a window pane.

“What?” He raised an eyebrow and it made you worried even more, because his left cheek was purple and he had a big black and blue circle around his left eye.

“I hate seeing you like that, Jesus!” You huffed once again and brought your focus back to the road.

Once you arrived at his house, you parked his car on its place and you helped him to walk and to maintain his balance. The house was empty, obviously, his parents had the day shift at work.

“Stay there.” You closed the door behind you and you ran up and down the stairs to get the things that you needed to cure Alex’s wounds.

“What are you searching for?” Alex asked as he noticed that you kept on searching for something on the same place.

“Liniments?” You raised your eyebrow and he indicated you the bathroom door right next to the living room. “Thanks.”

“Not a problem.” He answered and you suddenly heard him complaining, murmuring some things that you didn’t understand.

“What happened?” You put the liniments on the table, together with the other stuffs that you needed to cure Alex.

“I can’t even smile because of this thing.” He complaint as he watched you preparing your first aid paraphernalia.

“Yup, you got a bad busted lip over there.” You shook your head.

“Yeah, I can feel it.” He pouted as he tried to ease the pain.

“What did you do to be Montgomery’s punching bag?” You curiously asked as you squeezed a wet towel to take the dehydrated blood stains off his face and neck. “This might hurt a little.”

“Be careful.” He grabbed your arm as he guided your hand. You dabbed the now-stained towel softly and slowly as you saw him fussing for the pain.

“Sorry.” You bit your lip as you were so concentrated on cleaning Alex’s face. You didn’t notice that he was just looking at you to admire your beautiful face.

“So? What’s the reason?” You stopped to look at him and he suddenly panicked and avoided your eye contact.

“He was fantasizing about you.” You suddenly stopped to look at him and gave him your judging face. “What? He was saying that he’d like to fuck you.” He defended himself, believing that he did a right thing for you.

“And you got those bruises and wounds just for a thing like that?” You put the towel back to the basin and you faced him.

“Damn it, what’s wrong with that?” He kind of raised his voice and you knew that you couldn’t change his mind.

“Alex, you almost died. I prefer that he imagines dirty stuffs about me rather than I lose you!” You got the towel once again and you squeezed it properly before wiping his neck. His face was already clean and you could recognize him now.

“(Y/N), I was the one who got hurt so shut the fuck up! I can’t stand to see others doing that to you.” He pointed out as he moved his neck so you could clean every inch of it. He was angry, but you knew that he couldn’t hurt you. “That’s also called respect for you, for the girls, for every woman in this world.”

“And I can’t stand to see my best friend in that way either!” You threw the towel in the basin and, luckily, the water didn’t go all over the glass centre table. You shot him a death glare as he just rolled his eyes. “And respect? You expect Montgomery to have even a pinch of respect? No way!”

“That doesn’t matter, I am the boy here and I should defend you.” You got a cotton disk and you put a smidgen of disinfectant to clean his still open bruises. “And that’s exactly my point! He should respect you.”

“You’re not my knight in shining armour, so stop defending me. Defend yourself, instead.” You lightly tapped the cotton disk on his bruises and he kept on whining as it stung his face.

“Then fuck you!” Alex corrugated his forehead as he lost his shit once again. He was staying at his thought and you couldn’t change his mind.

“No, fuck you!” You pressed the cotton disk on one of his bruises and he pushed your hand away harshly because you hurt him.

“What the fuck!?” He breathed in deeply as if he was asking for more patience to tolerate your behaviour. “Damn, I would do this by myself if you’re just being an asshole!”

“You know that you don’t have to do that for me, Standall!” You got the cotton disk once again and you blew at his bruise to ease the pain. You calmed yourself down as you saw him miffed.

“I don’t care.” He sassily snapped at you. “I would even catch a bullet for you, if I need to.” You dabbed the cotton once again and you bit your lip as you realized that you crossed the line. He defended you and you should thank him for that.

“I’m sorry.” You murmured and Alex just smiled.

“You realized that I had the point here?” He smirked at you and you threatened him to press the cotton disk once again. “But I am right.”

“Damn, Standall!” You rolled your eyes. “You are right, you got the point, but stay still!”

“Thank you.” He had a teasing tone and you hated him for that moment.

You realized that Alex was the sweetest person that you’ve ever known, even though you didn’t want to see him in that way. Yes, he could defend you and everything, but if it cost him his life, he better not defended you because your best friend’s life was more important to you than what people had to say about you.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him and he just shook his head with a wide smile plastered on his face. “Seriously, though. You don’t have to.”

“But I want to and that’s final.” He crossed his arms and you unleashed a long deep sigh, because you knew that he would do everything just to win in that discussion you were having.

Alex was sweet and nice to do that to you, but you didn’t want for him to be in a crazy mess. You didn’t want to see him hurt or dying, just because he needed to defend you.

You remained silent as you put the liniments on his bruises. He seriously looked at you as he watched your hands, carefully touching his damaged skin.

“Take your shirt off, I need to check if you have broken bones there!” You wiped your hands using the towel and you saw Alex with a smirk on his face.

“Or maybe you want to take advantage of me.” He naughtily said and you just laughed for his silly attitude.

“Dork!” You rolled your eyes while you were laughing. People might think that you two are crazy, because you would fight the moment before and then laugh like there was no tomorrow after, but that was what you liked in your relationship with Alex. You couldn’t fight over things for a long time, so you never had any issue. “C'mon, take that stained shirt off.”

“I ask fifty bucks per clothing from my clients for this, but you are too special for me so it’s free.” He winked at you as he slowly took his shirt off, making it a little bit sexy and lascivious. “I must love you so much for doing a strip tease for free eh!”

“Lex, you’re the best.” You laughed loudly as you playfully slapped his arm. “You’re the best that I never had, promise.”

“I know and I am happy that I can make you laugh just like that.” He winked at you as he put the shirt on the table in front of you. You controlled if he had some broken bones, touching different parts of his naked chest with a delicate touch, but luckily, he didn’t.

“Here, put these on!” You tossed him a clean shirt and his sweatpants. “I’m not peeking.” You winked at him as you put the first aid kit back to its place, also cleaning the towel that you used to clean Alex’s face.

“Thank you for curing me.” Alex sweetly said as he followed you to the bathroom and hugged you from the back. This time he could walk, not properly but he could. “Sorry, because I said tough things.”

“No, I’m sorry.” You put his dirty and stained clothes in the washing machine. It was Alex’s home, but it felt like it was your home too. You spent most of your time in his home than your own home because of Alex. “I should be grateful to have someone who hasn’t got any problems on defending me.”

“I will always defend you, (Y/N).” You looked at the mirror as you washed your hands. You saw Alex smiling and you had to admit that he was still perfect even with those bruises. “What?”

“Nothing.” You smiled at him and splashed him a drop of water. “You make me happy, Alex.” You dried your hands with a dry and clean hand towel.

“And you make me happy, (Y/N).” He made you turn around and he grabbed your hand. You both went back to the living room and you sat in front of the turned off television.

“So, what would you like to do now?” You curiously asked as you looked at Alex’s blue orbs. You seriously found him handsome, even with purple coloured cheeks. You loved his tired big eyes and you glanced at him as he glanced back at you. Your eyes were telling something to each other, but you didn’t want to admit it.

“This.” He smiled at you as he slowly leant in to close the gap between the two of you.

You were shocked because you never expected that Alex would kiss you out of nowhere. You didn’t respond at first, but then you let yourself go and you shared a passionate kiss with Alex, tasting a little bit of liniment from the bruised part of his lip, but you didn’t mind it. He caressed your cheek as you played with his platinum blonde hair.

“Fuck!” He suddenly broke the kiss and a worried expression took over your face. “That kind of hurt.”

“I can imagine.” You giggled softly and Alex just smiled, secretly loving your giggles more and more. You didn’t care if it was strange that he kissed you, you loved it and you honestly craved for more.

“Maybe kissing suits better when this shitty stuff gets better.” He winked at you and you shook your head with a wide smile on your face. “How about cuddles?”

“Cuddles, specifically your cuddles, are perfect too.” You nodded your head and he hugged you tightly as you let yourself fall on the soft couch, having Alex on top of you.

“Haven’t you ever noticed that I loved you from the very beginning of our friendship?” Alex whispered, your faces were few inches apart.

“Never thought of that.” You shook your head while having a thinking expression on your face. “Is that why you always defend me?”

“Well, I think that it’s the time to confess you everything, since I even kissed you just few moments ago.” He raised his shoulders as he rolled beside you. “(Y/N), I love you so much.” You saw that Alex blushed a little bit and you couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t know how it happened, but I wake up every day, being more jealous and wanting to protect you from the people around us. I love your company and I don’t regret that I approached you during that first basketball game during the sophomore year, I am so thankful for the relationship that we have.” He honestly declared as he drew circles on your arms with his left hand. You could see him blushing even more as the sunlight fell slanting through the window pane and it made you smile wider.

“Oh, you were just jealous earlier, that’s why you lost your shit!” You pointed out and Alex laughed loudly. You were flustered because you didn’t know why he was laughing.

“Good morning, Captain Obvious!” He smirked at you and you giggled as you messed his hair up.

“You’re such an idiot, but I love you too Alex.” You sincerely confessed and you blushed a little bit as you met Alex’s happy gaze. You played with his septum ring as you giggled even more and he just shook his head. “I am thankful to have someone like you.”

You both leant in for another kiss, but, this time, it was just a simple one because you didn’t want to hurt him once again.

You were enthusiastically happy and thankful at that moment, because you were sharing a great relationship with your most beloved person in your life.


Kouhai Trading

Imagine the captains of each team sitting at a table with all the lights dimmed except one center light.
The atmosphere is tense and they are all eyeing one another.
Sawamura, Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, Futakuchi, Terushima in one circlular table.
The silence weighs heavy on all of them.
Then, Kuroo breaks into a cheshire cat grin, and pulls out a card.
“LEV” it says.
“OKAY SAWAMURA I’LL TRADE LEV FOR HINATA!”
(This is the start of the Kouhai Underground Trading Enterprises. Or as Bokuto likes to call it. KUTE. “It sounds like Cute,“ he says.)

Lol these are just some ridiculous headcanons I feel they’d do:
-After Kuroo says “FOR HINATA” they all burst into argument.
-“NO KUROO SUGA AND I RAISED HIM HE’S OUR CHILD.”
-“SAWAMURA AKAASHI AND I PRACTICALLY ADOPTED HIM ALREADY.”
-“HE GETS ALONG WITH KENMA AND I MORE THAN ANY OF YOU.”
-“HE MAKES KOGANEGAWA MANAGEABLE AND AONE LIKES HIM THAT KID WOULD BE PERFECT IN DATEKO. AONE LIKES HIM GUYS. AONE.”
-“CHIBI-CHAN IS CUTE AND INTERESTING AND CALLED ME THE GRAND KING, I WANNA STEAL HIM FROM TOBIO-CHAN!”
-“Little chibi-chan is cool, he defended megane-chan. I like him.”
“I do not want Hinata on my team.”
-They all glare at Ushijima.
-“Hinata wouldn’t go where Kageyama isn’t.”
-“Fine… fair enough… Sawamura gimme your Libero. Kid has talent. Also Yakkun really likes him… I’ll give you Lev I mean he gets along with Chibi-chan.”
-“No Kuroo… no one wants Lev.”
-“HEY HEY HEY Can I take Kenmaaa? Akaashi loves it when he’s around. I’ll give you Konoha.”
-“Konoha is a third year…”
-“KENMA IS MINE BACK OFF BO!”
-“ILL GIVE YOU ALL KOGANEGAWA FOR FREE PLEASE I BEG YOU SAKUNAMI IS SUFFERING.”
-“N O O.”
-“Hey Kuroo, you want Tanaka? Yamamoto gets along with him. I’d take Inuoka, kid’s super nice.”
-“Yaku would freak with extra kids to take care of… I told you man he’ll only accept Sugawara or Libero Chibi. Also Inuoka is our son so no.”
-“Suga… is off all bets and is a third year thank you. Noya would be so happy but we need a Libero sorry.”
-“Gimme Chibi-chan I’ll give you Kyoutani.”
-“That is so unfair man… Even I “knowl” that..“
-“Good one Bo.”
-“Can I have your glasses manager???”
-“No….”
-“Kyoutani is free I promise you.”
-“Only if his trainer (Iwaizumi) comes too.”
-“NO IWA-CHAN AND HIS ARMS AND FACE AND ENTIRE SOUL ARE WITH ME OKAY.”
-“I think Oikawa should come to Shiratorizawa.”
-“….”
-“….”
-“….”
-“….”
-“….”
-“….”
-Oikawa flips the table and points his middle finger at Ushijima.
-“Over Iwa-chan’s dead body.”
-They all argue.
-Suga, Iwaizumi, Akaashi and Yaku come in, sort everything out, and scold each one of them with long lectures about illegal trading and human rights and respecting kouhais.
-In the end… no one was traded. (Even though Bokuto DID try to steal Hinata again.)

The Only Reason Why (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

“(Y/N) … Sunshine, like Clay, your name does not belong to this list, because unlike anything that happened to me, you were the only reason, the only reason I was still smiling. You were my true friend, and you were the only one who did not turn away from me, because you were my ray of hope, and I owe everything to you, know that you were the last person I thought before I died … ”

You listened attentionaly to your tape, the tape that Hannah Baker, your best friend, left for you after she killed herself. You were one of the reasons why she did what she did, but you never did anything wrong to her, you would never hurt your best friend, your sister.

“You’re on this tape, not because you did something wrong, but because I thought you’d walk away. When you started dating Zach, I thought you’d leave my life like everyone else, I thought I’d be alone, after all, You love him more than anything…but I was mistaken, you would never do this to me…I was just too stupid to thought of it. I saw your silly smile every time you talked about him, and for the first time, I felt jealous, thinking that he would get me out of you, the only thing that still made me get out of my bed every day. And so many times that you asked me if I was ok, even though you already knew the answer, you were still on my side…and what I did to you was unfair, but you could not save me when I was right about my decision…and I would not go back…”

Tears were already flowing through your eyes without even noticing, listening to Hannah talking to you about everything she did not say to you when she was alive, you were broken apart. Your friend. Your only friend, and you can not save her.

- (Y/N), babe. I was calling to telling you- (Y/N)? Babe? It’s everything alright? What happened?

Zach asked as he entered the room, seeing you crying. You had completely forgotten that he was going to come to your house for you to go to another party in the house of whoever it was this time, and you did not hear his calls or his steps on the stairs, you were devastated, crying, and got into a mood that you only get when listening to those tapes.
Zach quickly caught up with you and embraced your frail and devastated form in bed, repeatedly asking what had happened, even though he had idea what it was.

- (Y/N)…Babe, calm down, talk to me, breathe…talk to me…

Zach waited long enough for you to calm down and stop crying. Your eyes were swollen when you finally stopped crying and looked at Zach, your boyfriend…

“(Y/N), my Sunshine…I know what I said on Zach’s tape, about what he did and what I think about him…but (Y/N), he’ll never, ever, disappoint you…”

-Babe…
-I heard my tape, Zach. I was on my tape…

“…He’ll never let you down like I did, he’ll be there for you when I could not be there, to comfort you, and hold you…”

-Zach…I found her…
-What?
-The day she … I decided to stop by her house, I felt something was not right …

“…after all, he’s a gentle person, and I know he’ll do everything for you, and he’ll love you too much…”

-… I spent a little bit earlier in her house before I met you at Monet’s that day, when I arrived, the front door was not locked, so i come in, and I was calling her. Then I heard water spilling upstairs, still calling for her, but she did not respond. Upstairs, I saw that there was water coming out of the bathroom, that’s when I really felt something was wrong, when I opened the door…

Silent tears fell down your face again, and Zach still held you, listening intently.

- … she was in the bathtub, her wrists cut, and the tub full of blood, I tried to keep her awake, alive, I called 911, and I tried to keep her eyes open so she could hear me, her parents came soon after, seeing all that, but it was late, she was already gone…and I could not do anything Zach! If I had arrived earlier…
-Hey, hey, listen to me, listen to me…babe, it was not you, you could not do anything about what she had decided. It was not your fault, okay? It was mine, it was Justin’s, it was Alex’s, Jessica’s…all of us, we all messed with her, I messed up with her, but I’m not going to mess with you. I will not let you down, ever, never, and you can talk to me about everything. It was not you…it was not your fault.

“And he will never make a mistake with you, he will love you with all his strength and support you in whatever decision you make, and I hope you have a future together, and I will always be with you, always love you, wherever place you are, I love you.”

You and Zach didn’t go to the party, he prefer, just because of you, not to go, he prefered to be with you, and hold you while you calm yourself, being with him, in his presence, with him calming you and saying sweet words to encourage you to go through everything that you were passing since Hannah’s death. And she was right about him, he was kind, and gentle, and he would always be there for you. No matter what.

And when I’m gone... - Bruce Wayne/Batfam x Reader

Summary : The Batfamily’s reaction to your death…

I just wanted to write a sad piece today, because of reasons, so…yeah. Hope you’ll still like it, and that it’s not too shitty :

(My master list, by the way : Right here )

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You promised you’d fight, and fight you did. With all your energy…but it wasn’t enough. It took you away from them anyway.

As Jason would say : “Cancer’s a bitch”. 

This sickness was wickedly cruel. It gave so much false hope to your children and husband…A few days before you died, you were getting better, doctors were hopeful, you started to really have a chance. You felt better than you ever did in that last year, and you thought that maybe, just maybe, you’d get to see your babies grow up into the wonderful adults you were sure they’d became, and you were going to be able to grow old with your Bruce. However, the disease had another idea, and after this almost miraculous recovery…you got worst than ever and were dead before the end of the week.

Cancer’s a bitch. 

In the span of a short little year, it had taken you to the grave, and left behind six broken men. Or rather, two men and four boys who would have to learn how to be men without you. 

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So I’m really grateful for that shot where Blake is holding the old White Fang flag and when she moves it Sun is behind it sitting in the corner of the room, because it finally clarified for me his purpose in the story.

Like, I’ve been trying to figure out for a while what use he is meant to serve in Blake’s overall story. He’s a fun character to have a around and everything, I like him and like seeing him in the show, but I couldn’t figure out what his plot significance was.

Now I understand though, Sun is there to represent what the White Fang should be, while Adam represents the problems with the White Fang as they currently are. Sun is optimistic and loyal, believes in always doing the right thing even if he doesn’t exactly know what that is, and identifies the inequality between the species and how unfair it is to his kind. He also grew up in a community where his race didn’t matter, in Vacuo humans and Faunus were all the same. So he’s now experienced both sides of this coin, and it gives him a unique perspective to be the perfect kind of person to fight for peaceful change for his people. He represents the ideals the White Fang should be fighting for. He’s there to give Blake hope for the future of her race.

prompt: “I just want a hug.”
pairing: dean/cas
tags: high school au, bullied!dean, artist!cas, hurt/comfort, 
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He finds Dean outside, under a tree. His legs are pulled up and he’s hugging them, head resting on his knees. Cas can’t tell if he’s crying or not- he would have been, after what had happened. But he’d never seen Dean cry, except for that one time at his mom’s funeral.

Castiel quietly sits down next to his friend. Dean looks up at the sound and the feeling of Castiel’s leg against his, and he definitely cried. His eyes are red and there’s still tears on his face.

“I’m not- I didn’t- I didn’t cry.” He huffs angrily and sniffs.

“I know.”

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Reasons #83748646383 and so forth why I kind of adore AIDA’s meltdown.

1. She can’t read people at all.  Fitz is moaning about how he’s ruin everything with Jemma. She’s says she understands, especially better now since she’s human. And somehow that translates into - well Jemma will reject you, but I’ll still love you, so logically you will choose me.

Um no. That’s not how this works. Despite everything, his heart will only ever contain one person, and that’s Jemma Anne Simmons.

AND HER REACTION.

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2. She doesn’t understand what a choice actually means. What free will actually means. SO WHAT if you worked so hard in the frame work, be so loyal, do all the unfair shit so you can get a choice?  You having a choice doesn’t NEGATE everyone else in reality having a choice. HE HAS TO CHOOSE YOU, AND HE DIDN’T, AND THAT’S WITHIN HIS RIGHT, YOU SADISTIC ROBOTIC BITCH.

You basically went against God, science, and nature to become human, so really, you don’t get to complain that when given the freedom of choice that someone else uses their FREEDOM OF CHOICE NOT TO CHOOSE YOU.

Choice doesn’t work that way. LOVE CERTAINLY DOESN’T WORK THAT WAY.

3. Fitz’ reaction to AIDA’s overreaction = GOLD.  Like it’s brilliant.  He’s like, sure, I was devoted to you in the framework, but in reality…

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Oh shit, she is.

And then she’s basically a baby in an adult body throwing a damn temper tantrum.

And this is me:

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SUCK IT, WORTHLESS PIECE OF ROBOT.

gay rights vs gay liberation

I keep coming across pieces about the U.S. “LGBT” movement’s history that talk about how, during the 70s especially, one core idea of the movement was that gender and sexuality would, should, get blown wide open

That ultimately pretty much everyone was bisexual underneath; that gender itself was a big nonbinary mess; and everyone would be able to be their true bisexual, often genderqueer self after the revolution. We wouldn’t have or need the gender binary anymore. 

This was a much more natural belief at the time, because gay and lesbian and bi and ace had been thought of as essentially different genders. Because “normal” was two binary sexes, with two corresponding binary genders, which were attracted to each other, and would act on that attraction to make more little normal people. This was the function of society, the thing that gave women any value, the whole point of life.

From “Identity and Ideas: Strategies for Bisexuals,” an essay by bi activist Liz Highleyman in Bisexual Politics: Theories, Queeries, and Visions (1995), which I need to quote from more extensively but not rn:

“As the social movements of the early 1970s fell apart or lost their radical edge in the 1980s, the gay liberation movement, now known as the gay and lesbian movement, followed suit.”

This sentence puts it in a nutshell, I think. There was a really concrete shift, from radical “liberation” from the system for everyone, to acceptance from the system for these two groups.

“There was a growing emphasis on an identity politics model that likened gays to oppressed racial and ethnic minorities. Sexual identity was increasingly seen as an immutable characteristic without sweeping social or political ramifications. The movement became more focused on civil rights and assimilation into mainstream society.”

 It wasn’t an accident, that shift away from the overlapping bi/trans/intersex politics and bi/trans/intersex paradigm*. It was extremely deliberate.

It must have seemed like an easier sell to the straight world, which I can understand. I’m sure a lot of people thought that this strategy would benefit everyone.

But not only does it leave many of our issues completely ignored or actively erased, it’s also a model that can never work for us.

This just kind of jelled for me for the first time, reading this. It’s much harder to see if you don’t know about both models, at least for me. I tend to believe the “no no, we’re for you too!” without thinking about how and why that hasn’t been working.

The civil rights/assimilation model is very rooted in the whole idea that “the only thing that’s different about us is which gender we love!” It’s the we’re just like you model. It works pretty well for fitting-into-society stuff: marriage, health care, employment rights, military service, media representation. Stuff that straight people have, so they can go, “okay, I see how you’re like me, it seems unfair and terrible that you shouldn’t have these things too!”

It works really fucking badly for stuff where we are not like them.

The problem is actually that it works really fucking badly for stuff where we do not fit into the gender binary.

That’s the specific way the system demands that we Be Like Them. It treats everything else, everything that isn’t being a binary sex/gender and wanting a binary sex/gender, as a freakish and in-valid choice, and punishes us for it.

The only progress we’ve really seen is that sometimes, it’s not seen as a Bad Freakish Choice to want the “wrong” binary gender, and very occasionally, it’s not seen as a Bad Freakish Choice to be the “wrong” binary gender.

A lot of the trans movement’s progress has come from doing the same thing the gay and lesbian movement has done: “look at us, look how gender-normative and binary-gendered we are, look how we just want to be a normal gender and love a normal gender. Nothing threatening going on here!”

It works. I’m not going to knock that. People use this shit because they are fucking desperate and fearing for their lives.

But it also means those of us who can’t say “we’re just like normal people” become ballast.

You know: the stuff you throw overboard so your hot air balloon can take off.

I think this is what’s at the core of “ace discourse,” “sga discourse,” and all those other gatekeeping arguments. 

The system only, conditionally, grudgingly, gives certain rights, in some places, to the minority of us who have convincingly argued that we’re Just Like Them. It is exceedingly clear to those people that mixing with non-approved groups puts not only those limited civil rights, but also the entire model used to win them, in danger. 

It’s a choice. We all face it. If you identify more with the need for all those normal rights – or with the oppressions around being, or being into, into the wrong binary gender – or you just see that this model is working for some people and you want it to work for you – then you’re likely to cast your lot with the binary-gender-based “gay rights” model, which means you’re likely to take a “gatekeeping” tack. 

If you identify more with the need for total freedom from the rules of the binary gender system, for whatever reason – and you’re not put off by the fact that we don’t have a working political model around that – then you’re likely to cast your lot with the “gay liberation” model, which means you’re likely to take the “radical inclusion” tack that’s inherent to that model. 


* (I don’t think there was an intersex movement at the time; intersex people are still incredibly silenced by not only the media but actively, intentionally, by the entire medical industry. But it is an explicitly intersex-friendly and very ace/aro-friendly model, in a way that the existing model has definitely not been.)

You're A Dog Person, Right? (Seth Clearwater)

“Please?” I pleaded.

“Y/N you know I would if I could, but I can’t.” Seth, my boyfriend, explained for about the thousandth time.

“Seth, why can’t you tell me?!” I asked, getting more irritated with his secrecy.

“It’s not my secret to tell, Y/N!” he said.

“Okay, you’re making no damn sense! If it has something to do with you, it is your damn secret to tell! Come on, Seth.” I begged one final time.

“Y/N, I just can’t.” he said with a sigh.

“I’m done with this shit, Seth. Both you and Leah started keeping some big ass secret that y'all don’t want to tell anybody and so, I’m done.” I said, pushing myself off of the Clearwater’s couch.

“Y/N, please don’t do this to me. I can’t lose you.” Seth pleaded, grabbing my hand.

“We’re not supposed to keep secrets from each other, Seth. I haven’t ever kept anything from you, I expected the same.”

With that, I grabbed my stuff and walked out the door.

~

I stayed at home all weekend, not doing my traditional Saturday movie with Seth. I didn’t know if we were broken up or just in the middle of an argument or what, but it sucked.

One thing that did give me some happiness is that Seth didn’t give up. He was relentless. For the past two days, he had blown my phone up with texts and even more calls.

I heard a knock on my door while I was getting ready for school Monday morning.

I knew who it was before I got there but my heart still did a little leap when I opened the door and saw him again.

Even though he looked like shit.

“Y/N.” he said, taking me in.

Hell, I probably didn’t look too good either.

See, when I said that I was getting ready for school, I actually meant I was frantically looking for my last pair of black sweatpants and my hair hadn’t been properly combed/brushed in the past three days.

“Seth, its good to see you.” I said honestly.

“You too, baby.” he replied.

“Y/N, I’m ready to tell you.” he said, extending his hand out.

I took it without hesitation.

We hopped in his mom’s car and started back towards the reservation.

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Seth led me to a patch of woods not far from Sam and Emily’s place.

He took my hands in his.

“I know this is unfair of me to ask, but please don’t freak out when everything is out in the open.” he laughed, nervously.

“Seth, come on. It can’t me that bad, can it?” I asked, rubbing my thumbs over his knuckles.

“Well…..” he laughed.

“You’re a dog person, right, baby?” he asked, walking away from me.

I looked behind me to check to see if there was anybody to help my poor little Seth, because he had apparently lost it.

“I mean yes, but I don’t see how that has anything to -” I turned back to see a gigantic, sandy colored wolf in front of me.

“Oh, my holy shit!” I screamed.

And I guess the universe thought this was some low budget, horror movie shit because my dumbass literally tripped over my own damn feet.

The wolf didn’t try to pounce or attack or anything. He just looked at me.

Then he started backing up and retreated back into the woods. I took this time to run back to Emily and Sam’s. I ran into their house, where all of our friends were.

“Guys, I just saw this big ass wolf out in the woods. It was like, I don’t even fucking know! And, I don’t even know what the hell happened to Seth! I think it might’ve eaten his ass!” I explained, breathlessly.

Just then, Seth came running up to the house.

“Holy shit, Seth! I thought that thing ate you!” I told him as I forced him into the tightest hug I could give.

“Y/N, that’s kinda what I wanted to talk to you about.” he said, shuffling me back to look at me.

He took me out to the porch steps.

“Seth, that big ass wolf might come back.” I said, frantically looking over my shoulder.

“I don’t think it will.” he said, pulling me down to sit with him on the step.

“Baby, that wolf was actually me.” he said, completely serious.

"What?” I asked, I must’ve heard that wrong.

“I’m that wolf. I’m a werewolf or shapeshifter, if you will. All of us are: me, Leah, Paul, Jacob, Jared, Quil, Sam, all of us.“ he tried to explain.

"Seth, baby. What in the actual fuck are you talking about?” I asked, extremely worried about my boyfriend’s mental

Seth, with the help of Leah, explained everything to me and Leah assured me that the wolf today was in fact Seth.

"Holy, shit.” I said, exhausted from today’s event.

“I know it’s a lot to take in and I get if you just need some time or whatever you-,” he started.

“So, you, Seth Clearwater turn into a giant, vampire fighting, wolfie soldier at will?” I interrupted.

“And we’re kinda soulmates,” he laughed.

I sat there, in between the Clearwaters, who were werewolves, in front of a house full of werewolves.

“So, like, are you going let me ride on your back or what?”

i’m still upset that dontnod portrayed killing chloe price (an innocent, abused, mentally ill, queer girl) as Morally Right. it’s sick, really. it’s a fucking monstrous thing to do but contrasted with “or you could destroy a whole town and let hundreds die” it seems morally justifiable. they framed it that way so you don’t feel as guilty about such a horrific thing. it’s just simple tragedy porn.

you can argue that it’s not a horrible thing to do because that’s what chloe wanted. like, cause it was chloe’s suggestion. but people fail to realize that chloe didn’t want max to let her die just because it was ‘the right thing to do’, she also wanted it because she thought she deserved to die. i wouldn’t go as far as saying it’s assisted suicide, but come on. the girl thinks she should die. she’s emotionally vulnerable, unstable, and is very clearly dealing with self-worth issues and depression, and she literally says “[other people] deserve to live, way more than me!”. agreeing with her and letting her die is taking advantage of her, and her mental state, no matter how much you sugarcoat it. no matter how much dontnod wanted to make it seem like the right decision. and that’s pretty disgusting.

and another thing. with decisions like that, it really shouldn’t be the player’s choice to make. if anything it would make more sense for the player to sacrifice themselves, as a way of owning up to their actions or whatever. but nope. apparently for things to come full circle you should just pretend you never made the mistake in the first place and magically undo it, tossing away an innocent life in the process? the innocent life of a girl who fits into the category of people who are constantly killed in media already? an ending screaming ‘mentally ill people won’t get happy endings’ and stereotypical homophobic tropes? that’s the right thing to do? how fucking generic and… unfair. it’s unfair that max had to choose between killing chloe or a whole town. those aren’t her lives to fuck around with. she’s a fucking teenager. she wasn’t even told what the purpose was of the powers that she got that fucked everything up in the first place. how on earth is that her fault? why did she have to be punished like that?

why are dontnod so against the idea of women Not Suffering for once?

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as a gay man that look sana gave isak, i know that look. gay ppl know that look. we see that everyday from homophobes judging ppl like us.

Is this… a joke? Sana is goin through a lot right now, an overwhelming amount of shit. So she didnt smile at Isak? So she came off distant and ‘judging’. She’s a fucking human being! I can tell you when I was at school and really depressed, i couldn’t smile at my friends, they thought i hated them bc i couldn’t give them the reaction that they wanted. Isak with a flower is the last thing Sana gives a fuck about right now, she’s internalizing so much pain right now but ofc yall think she’s homophobic now???

Sana has walked in on Isak and Even kissing THREE times, and in those THREE times she walked in on them kissing she’s been so so happy for them, smiling and everything. It’s so unfair of you to just say she’s acting homophobic just bc she couldn’t muster up a smile or something.

I have a lot of major issues with how Mors character was treated in Acowar. And how it’s completely contradictory to everything she was in Acomaf.

But one thing that has been bugging me, that my mind keeps jumping to is this line from Acomaf:

“The issue, actually, wouldn’t be me. It’d be him. I could peel off my clothes right in front of him and he wouldn’t move an inch…..”

WITH THIS LINE SARAH HAS MADE MOR A BLATANT LIAR!

And it’s so unfair to her character! Mor might have skirted around the issue or avoided talking about it, but I in no way believe she would straight out lie like that! Why would she! There is no benefit in it! There is no reason to mention it all if she didn’t really think/feel it. To me this is just another example of how Mors and Moriels story arc is clearly retconned! 

I’m just so disappointed about all the OOC changes made to Mors character! 

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

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March 30

Baz

I could have magicked the bleach out of my hair that same morning.  I could have left the room looking like nothing had happened instead of enduring constant stares all day.  Now that it’s been twenty-four hours, it would be child’s play to spell the bleach away.

           Except I don’t.

           Because Snow can’t stop staring at it.

           And some things are worth the embarrassment.

           Besides, I’m about to pay him back in full.

           I strike early, immediately after breakfast. Snow and his ducklings stand in the hall outside our first class.  Bunce sees me first as I stalk towards them.  “Morning, Malfoy,” she calls to me, “isn’t the Slytherin common room the other way?”

           They’re all looking at me, Snow, Bunce and Wellbelove. Good.  Let them watch.

           I whip my wand from my pocket as I reach them and cast before anyone can react.

           “Not a word.”

           Snow opens his mouth to say something… and his voice freezes before it can get out.

           He clutches his throat and his eyes widen, and then the storm breaks.

           “WHAT THE HELL PITCH!”  Bunce actually manages to slam me against a wall with one mighty shove, and her wand is already at my neck.

           “Get off me, Bunce.”

           “Basilton Grimm-Pitch, you give him back his voice right now or I swear.”

           “Relax, Bunce,” I hiss down at her, barely able to see her when she’s this close.  “It’s only temporary.  He’ll be back to babbling by tomorrow morning.”  It’s an unfair thing to say, because Snow never babbles.  Sometimes he has difficulty even articulating his spells.

           “And what about in the meantime?” she snarls at me. “How’s he supposed to defend himself against whatever horrors you have in store for him if he can’t do magic?”

           “What if I told you I don’t have any horrors in store for him?”

           “Still,” Wellbelove pipes up, “stealing a mage’s voice? That’s cold, Basilton.”  She says it like she’s discussing the weather or the homework or what she’d like to eat tonight.

           “Not to mention totally illegal,” Bunce chimes in, and I don’t know if she’s correct on that or not, but I’m not about to fact-check her, especially not with her right in my face.

           “He’ll still be able to retaliate,” I say with a shrug.  “He certainly didn’t need magic to pour bleach in my shampoo.”

           “Why haven’t you fixed that yet, by the way?” Wellbelove asks.

           I look Snow directly in the eye.  “The perks,” I smirk, and to my delight his face goes red.  Merlin, this is fun.

“Your move,” I tell him before turning on my heel.

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           I don’t know what kind of charm Bunce has placed on Snow, but through some miracle he manages to get through all of our classes without being called on.  It’s a little bit unfair that he has someone interfering, but I decide not to make a big deal of it. After all, Wellbelove was right. The voice is the most important weapon to a mage, and now that I’ve taken his, he’s no better than a Normal. At least for the day, anyway.  And though the added humiliation of not being able to speak when spoken to would have been amusing for me to watch, I figure I’ve ruined his day enough already.

           Besides, there’s a storm on its way.  If everything goes according to plan.

           Football practice goes longer than usual, until the sky is almost dark, and I can see Snow starting to flag by the time it’s over. It seems like he’s been trying to compensate for his lack of a voice by playing harder, and while he was admittedly almost unstoppable on the field, the extra work has clearly taken its toll. He’s still in the showers when I gather my things and head back to the room.

           It’s another fifteen minutes before he clomps to the top of the stairs.  He’s back in his regular clothes and his hair is extra curly from the shower, and before the door has fully fallen closed he flops onto his bed face-first and just lays there, breathing hard.  I shake my head at him from my bed before returning to my tablet.

           Eventually I see him kick off his shoes out of the corner of my eye.  He hauls himself up slowly like he’s carrying a sack of bricks on his back and throws the window open, leaning out of it and into the cold night air, sucking it in like he could get drunk on it.

           When he abandons the window to take his nightclothes into the bathroom, I decide I’ve gone long enough without being an arse.

           I get up and shut the window, then sit back down on my bed.

           Snow looks at it a long time when he comes back out, no doubt trying to remember whether he closed it or not.  He opens it.

           I wait until he’s sat on his bed again to walk over and shut it.  It hasn’t even been open a full ten seconds.

           Snow stares at me with a dismayed expression as I return to my bed.  He holds my gaze when he opens it again.  This time I spell it shut from my bed just to rub it in.

           He stands in exasperation and starts wildly gesturing from me to the window and back again, his mouth opening and closing silently like he’s forgotten there’s no voice coming out.

           “What is it, Snow?  Use your words.”

           I regret it the second it’s out.  His hands fall to his sides and his mouth closes slowly. He looks so heartbroken and I hate myself.  I hate myself.

           So much, in fact, that I get up and leave, making my way down to the catacombs to feed and yell at the walls.

           When I come back much later, Snow is sound asleep.

           I take a long look at him, how his eyelids settle into place and make him appear so real.  Like if I touched his skin right now it would feel different somehow, more physical.

           I open the window before climbing into bed.

maryann8  asked:

Hello! My birthday is April 3rd and I was wondering if I could request a drabble. I love arranged marriage fics but any type of Everlark drabble will do. Thank you!

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Wishing you a fabulous birthday! To help you celebrate, the always amazing @dandeliononfire has crafted this wonderful little slice of Everlark, just for you! Enjoy!


Geometry

Rating: T for this chapter  

A/N:  Happy birthday on installment!  Here is part 1, with the rest of the story soon to follow!  This “drabble” was going to be bittersweet, but for a number of reasons it became a five-chapter story with angst, bittersweet, and (yes, gasp!) happy/playful.  (The title “geometry” will start making sense as of the next installment.)   I hope you have a great day today!


Contract for Marriage

Heretofore exchange Graham Mellark, father of Peeta Mellark, and Lily Everdeen, widow of James Everdeen and sole legal guardian of the minors Katniss Everdeen and Primrose Everdeen, the following pledges for the marriage of Katniss Everdeen to Peeta Mellark as follows:

  1. Graham Mellark shall ensure his son, Peeta Mellark, a male recently turned eighteen years, both marries Katniss Everdeen, a female of seventeen years, and assumes the role of legal guardian for Primrose Everdeen.
  2. In exchange, Lily Everdeen shall convey the Everdeen home, property and all her personal possessions, to Peeta Mellark.
  3. Graham Mellark further promises to employ Peeta Mellark for reasonable wages for the purpose of providing for Katniss and Primrose Everdeen, paid as a mix of food stores and monies, for a period of at least five years following the date of said marriage.
  4. Graham Mellark further promises to provide new school clothes for Primrose Mellark at the start of every school term.
  5. Graham Mellark further promises to pay Katniss Everdeen the sum of Fifty Credits within a day of said marriage.
  6. Graham Mellark further promises the Mellark Bakery will purchase goat cheese exclusively from Primrose Everdeen, at market rate, up to the weight of three stones a month as supplies allow, for a period of at least five years following the date of said marriage.

There’re signature blocks, signed by Katiss’ mom and my dad.  There’s a stamp of “accepted,” and official filing notations at the bottom, and I also recognize Mayor Undersee’s signature too.

It’s official, apparently in all ways except for Katniss’ and my forced vows.

Vows I found out less than an hour ago we’d be making.

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you don’t have to be a jackson stan to be worried about him and see that he deserves so much better. he doesn’t have to be your bias for you to see all the hate he gets for literally everything he does and how he gives everything he has (and more) for us fans and got7 …

he’d literally sacrifice himself for got7 and us fans and yet some people have the nerve to blame it on him or to say jackson stans are overdramatic when they’re more than right speaking up about the unfairness?!

Jackson isn’t my bias but i’m worried shitless about him sometimes because he’s too kindhearted for a world like this and some of these “”“"fans”“”“ don’t give a single shit about his health or the sacrifice he’s constantly making for us and his group.

He’s one of the most caring, thoughtful, genuine, empathetic and smart people I know and he really makes the industry (and world!!) a better place for so many people… and yet he gets so much shit and taken for granted !??