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Happy Judgement Day // Neck Deep

The SAT was created by a noted racist and anti-immigrant activist who had previously written difficult, biased exams intended to prevent immigrants from becoming citizens. Happy test day!!

I still cant believe that i saw ‘Drag Becomes Him’ on a big screen. Poland is such a conservative country, full of hate towards people who think differently than the right wing. Film festivals like this one make me tear up bc i believe that one day this country will be full of rainbows and happiness for every citizen. I was also so shook and happy when i realised that every seat was taken during this amazing movie 🌸 Jinkx, if you are reading this - i hope you know how many lives you’ve changed all across the globe! 🌷✨
Also I met my fav polish drag queen and IM LIVING!! ❤️🌟🏳️‍🌈

People who want to defund Planned Parenthood, keep prostitution criminalized, and keep drugs criminalized don’t care one bit about public safety and health. 

Defunding Planned Parenthood would reduce the number of clinics people can go to to get not only an abortion (which can save the pregnant person’s life), but also reduce education for sex ed (leading to less STIs and less unplanned pregnancies), cancer screenings, prenatal treatment, STI testings (being unable to get tested and being unaware of your status can lead to the spread and outbreak of these diseases. Untreated STIs can also lead to death and infertility. Given they claim to care about life and people being born, you’d think they would logically care about these issues.) The Planned Parenthood I went to as a teen also provided shelter to LGBT youth in the form of a youth group. It was a respite from our otherwise unwelcoming home life. A place to stay and be ourselves for a bit in the safety of those walls. The clinics have also helped people get out of abusive situations, or at least keep them safe until they were ready to leave. 

Keeping prostitution illegal and criminalized only results in pimps and those forcing them into sex work to remain uncaught. You’re not going to turn in the person forcing you into sex work if it means you’ll be arrested as well. You can’t defend yourself without being arrested for the thing you were forced into doing. Moreso, using condoms as “proof of prostitution” only causes people to practice unsafe sex. It causes the spread of STIs and leaves sex workers in unsafe predicaments.

Criminalizing drugs, especially when it largely targets the black community only serves to destroy lives. You then put them in an endless cycle of imprisonment and isolate them from their loved ones. You also cause them to increase their risk of STIs, especially AIDs because they’ll be more likely to share a needle as a result. They know that it increases their risk, and they know it’s gross to share a needle, bit for the sake of being less likely to be caught they’ll share. It is also hard to get help for your addiction if you’re scared of being arrested for getting help. Throwing them in jail also doesn’t help in terms of getting off of drugs because it’s easier to get them in prison than on the streets. 

A healthier society leads to happy citizens, which leads to better productivity and less friction between people. 

The Future Looks Good: Chapter 3 - The Arrival

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

As Chaol, Nesryn, Sam, Nehemia, Rhoe and Evalin finally arrive in Orynth, Rowan and Aelin prepare for their wedding. 

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“Aelin! Aelin, the sun has been up for hours. Get up!” Aedion’s voice is muffled through the door of Aelin and Rowan’s massive bedroom. Rowan groans sleepily beside her and buries his head in her neck.

“If we ignore him, do you think he’ll go away?” Aelin whispers, the remnants of sleep clinging to her voice.

“Aelin! Now!”

“Shhhh…” Rowan’s breath warms Aelin’s neck and shoulder as he tries to shush Aedion’s obnoxiously loud voice and huffs.

“I swear to all the Gods, if I open this door to something indecent, I will murder both of you. I don’t care that you’re getting married today.”

At the reminder of the wedding to occur in a few hours, Aelin can’t help but grin. Until, of course, she realizes that Aedion is about to open the door and neither her nor Rowan are covered by clothes or blankets. Frantically, she pulls the sheets from where they had been discarded at the end of the bed the previous night and yanks them up over both of them, disturbing Rowan’s position as her big Fae blanket and causing him to let out a sleepy sound of protest. Ignoring Aedion’s yammering on the other side of the door for a moment, Aelin looks down at her mate. Although his eyebrows are pulled together in irritation at being woken, his eyes are still closed and his entire body is spread on the bed like a sack of potatoes, his limbs intertwined with hers. The fact that Rowan can be so relaxed and content with her after…the events of the war…it warms Aelin’s heart, and she can’t help but press a fond kiss to his forehead.

Unfortunately, Aedion interrupts Aelin’s musings by pushing the bedroom door open in an infuriated huff. At the sight of the two mates tangled together under the sheets, he sighs in exasperation, running a hand through his shoulder-length hair.

“You both need to get up. Now. Your wedding is in only a few hours!”

“Technically…we’re already married,” Aelin argues half-heartedly.

Yes, I know, but this is an official ceremony. To show Terrasen that we’re on the path to recovery. And you’ll both be crowned. I have to go meet Chaol and Nesryn to show them the way to the castle, and if you stay in bed, you’ll never get ready in time and I’ll be waiting to walk you down the aisle and you won’t be there and Rowan won’t be waiting for you at the other end and I’ll just be standing there and the whole thing will turn into a massive disaster and–”

“Gods, Aedion. Fine. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were the one getting married in front of the entire city, not me. We’re getting up, okay?”

Aedion scowls and doesn’t move. “Promise me,” he says as Aelin rolls her eyes.

“I promise, Aedion. As soon as I can get this buzzard up,” she replies, causing Rowan to pinch her side in retaliation, “we’ll get dressed and I’ll go find Lysandra and Elide to get ready for the wedding. Okay? Now, get out.”

Her cousin lets out a breath. “Okay.” He leaves the room and closes the door behind him reluctantly.

As soon as he’s gone, Aelin rolls over to face her mate. His eyes are wide open now and they meet hers without hesitation. “Good morning,” he says, his voice low and rough, with the undertone of a fond smile.

“Morning.”

“Should we really get up?”

“As much as I hate to say it…we are going to be getting married and crowned in front of most of Terrasen today. And I’d rather not see my cousin die prematurely of stress and rage.”

Rowan heaves a large sigh, kisses Aelin deeply, and pushes himself from the bed to gather his clothes and dress himself. Aelin swears she can feel the touch of his lips on hers even minutes later, when she is dressed in a casual tunic and on her way through the halls to Lysandra’s room to get ready.

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The day Nesryn, Chaol, and their guests reach Orynth, the sun is high above them and the sky is an impossible shade of blue. They make their way through the cobblestone streets of the city, their horses’ hooves clopping loudly on the stone.

Summer is approaching, so a warm breeze drifts through the air. Newly hatched bugs flutter lazily on their small wings. Bright and colorful birds, native to Terrasen, dart back and forth through buildings and alleyways.

And the people…Chaol cannot help but marvel what a difference a year and a restored Queen made on Terrasen. The last time he saw the people of Terrasen, they were starving, desolate, and clinging to any piece of hope that they could.

Now they are magnificent. They are everywhere – hanging silver and green banners over the streets, draping vibrant streamers from their balconies, darting out of doors and pushing carts full of fresh food. The smell of freshly cooked bread hits Chaol’s nostrils. Children are laughing, dressed in their best clothes and running from alley to alley, chasing each other and avoiding the scolding looks of their mothers. Somewhere nearby, a dog barks. The city is full of noise and excitement, obviously thrilled that their queen is soon to be married.

Chaol glances to his left and right. Nesryn watches everything attentively. She remains stoic, but Chaol knows her well enough to know that she is amazed by the activity and vibrancy of the city. Wide grins split Evalin and Rhoe’s faces, and Chaol knows they couldn’t be happier to see their citizens happy and thriving. They both wear hoods to disguise their identity for now – they don’t want to shock anyone too soon. Nehemia simply sits atop her elegant stallion and watches with wide eyes. Sam seems to not be able to decide what to watch. His head darts from side to side, taking everything in with awe.

Before long, they reach the blinding white castle of Orynth. From the ground, Chaol thinks it seem high enough to touch the clouds. All six of the visitors dismount in the shade, a few meters away from the closed castle gates.

“Stay here,” Chaol says, absentmindedly rubbing a hand through his scruffy brown hair. “Aedion is supposed to meet us. I’ll go talk to him first so he isn’t too shocked when he sees you. Ryn, can you make sure they don’t wander off?”

“Yes sir,” Nesyrn replies with a mock salute. Chaol leans over and presses a quick kiss to her lips before turning away and striding toward the guards at the castle gates. There are just two of them, but they stand to attention as he reaches them. They wear silver and green armor to commemorate the upcoming wedding. “Captain Westfall, welcome. The Queen and her court have been expecting you,” one of the guards says. He must recognize me from the war, Chaol thinks. Indeed, he notices a long, wicked scar reaching across the man’s forehead, indicating that he had most likely seen a lot of fighting on the battlefield during the war.

“Thank you,” he replies, “Is there any way you could send Prince Aedion down? He was supposed to meet us but he must have been delayed. We brought some unexpected guests with us, and I think it would be best if he could warn Aelin before she sees them.” The guards peer at the other five visitors curiously.

“Absolutely, sir,” the second guard says before slipping through the gates and jogging through the front courtyard to the massive doors to the castle.   

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Less than ten minutes after they dismounted, a member of Aelin’s court emerges from the castle and heads towards Aedion at the gates. Evalin recognizes him as a court member due to his striking green tunic, the sword at his side, and the small golden circlet atop his head.

As he gets closer, Evalin leans forward and squints, hoping to recognize him. The man’s hair is shoulder-length and golden, and his nose is slender with a small crook.

He looks a little bit like…Oh my gods, Evalin thinks, Oh my gods. It’s Aedion. She reaches for Rhoe’s hand out of reflex, and it is clear he’s recognized Aedion as well, as his face is two shades paler. Chaol and Aedion grasp arms and embrace, grinning and casually conversing.

Suddenly Chaol’s hand reaches back to scratch his neck nervously, and Aedion’s face drops in shock. Chaol must have told him that we’re here.

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“Captain,” Aedion greets.

“Prince,” Chaol replies. The two shake hands and grip each other in a tight hug, slapping each other on their backs.

“How have you been? How’s Nesryn? And Dorian?”

“They’re great, actually. Nesryn came with me. After everything that happened during the war…we’re slowly recovering. Dorian is still doing…something with Manon. I’m not sure how that’s going to end, but he’s happy. How is everyone here? It seems like the city has certainly been busy preparing for the big day.”

“It’s great, isn’t it? I’ve never seen people so excited about something before. Aelin and Rowan are…still recovering. But they’re better. I don’t hear their nightmares as much anymore. Rowan is more relaxed than he used to be – less overprotective.”

“That’s great,” Chaol says, genuinely happy for his friends. “Listen, Aedion…” he continues, “I’m not sure how to put this in a way that you would believe.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just…we brought a few guests with us, and I really don’t think they’re who you’d expect.”

Aedion stiffens. “Do I need to be worried for Aelin?”

“No! No, no, it’s not like that. It’s…well, they used to be dead. But apparently Mala resurrected them at the same time as Aelin. They ended up in Adarlan and found their way to the castle. They arrived just before Nesryn and I were leaving, and we volunteered to take them here. To Aelin,” Chaol explains nervously.

“What does Aelin have to do with this? Did they know her?”

“Yes. And you knew some of them too.” Aedion stiffens.

“Who are they?”

“Two are them are Sam Cortland and Nehemia Ytger.”

“Excuse me?!” Aedion exclaims. His face drains of color.

“I think you can guess why I thought it would be best to meet with you before we saw Aelin. I don’t want to shock her too badly.”

Aedion nods absentmindedly. “Yes…I think I will let Rowan know first, after the wedding and coronation. Who are the other two?”

“I think it might be better if you saw that for yourself,” Chaol says with caution.

“Very well.”

With Aedion at his side, Chaol makes his way back towards the area where the five other visitors and their horses stand.

Now that Aedion knows who some of the visitors are, he can identify Nehemia by her dark skin and hair, and notices a brown haired young man beside her who he assumes is Sam Cortland.

When they reach the group, Chaol calls to Nesryn, and she and the two other guests turn around from where they were gathered.

Every single bone in Aedion’s body goes numb.

Because before him stand his adopted parents – those who took him in when he lost his mother. The woman who wiped his tears when he woke up from nightmares and the man who taught him how to hold a sword.

Evalin Ashryver and Rhoe Galathynius.

Steal My Heart (steal my whole life too) (1/24)

Title: Steal My Heart (steal my whole life too)

Genre: Chaptered, fantasy AU, Prince!Phil, Thief!Dan, romance, enemies to lovers, angst and fluff, slow burn (like serious slow burn)

Warnings: some violence, mentions of death (no main characters), dark magic, descriptions of wounds/blood, some hints of sexual scenes (but no actual smut), murder, dangerous situations, stealing/thievery

Summary: Captain of the Royal Guard and Prince of Morellia, Philip Lester has never been given the chance to find love. Instead, he’s run from a system that works to end class differences and improve equality for its citizens. Happy as he is to make the world a better place, Phil can’t help feeling bitter towards his ancestors for making it impossible for him to find someone who will actually love him for more than just his title, and strives instead for a life of justice and doing good - only to meet his match in the King of Thieves, a man who will change everything he once thought he knew in life. Together, they must depart on a quest to save the kingdom, and, in the process, destroy their differences and find their own form of love.

Word count: 240,000+

Updates: Sunday

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Steal My Heart (steal my whole life too) 12/24

Genre: Chaptered, fantasy AU, Prince!Phil, Thief!Dan, romance, enemies to lovers, angst and fluff, slow burn (like serious slow burn)

Warnings: some violence, mentions of death (no main characters), dark magic, descriptions of wounds/blood, some hints of sexual scenes (but no actual smut), murder, dangerous situations, stealing/thievery

Summary: Captain of the Royal Guard and Prince of Morellia, Philip Lester has never been given the chance to find love. Instead, he’s run from a system that works to end class differences and improve equality for its citizens. Happy as he is to make the world a better place, Phil can’t help feeling bitter towards his ancestors for making it impossible for him to find someone who will actually love him for more than just his title, and strives instead for a life of justice and doing good - only to meet his match in the King of Thieves, a man who will change everything he once thought he knew in life. Together, they must depart on a quest to save the kingdom, and, in the process, destroy their differences and find their own form of love.

Word count: 240,000+

Updates: Sunday

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BTS’ reaction to losing their kid.

Hey, hey Guys I always read reactions and have always wanted to do them, so enjoy this! It took me quite some time but it’s just a tie to the text version of this. I’m probably adding this to the things you can request!


Jin/ Kim Seokjin

“I’m sleeping on the floor tonight aren’t I?” grabs a food sample being handed out and enjoys it because he knows his wife going to lecture him about this when she comes back from getting the milk.

Suga/ Min Yoongi 

“Well..I’m dead, great.” After that thought he’d probably call you.

J-hope/ Jung Hoseok

“KIDDO WHERE ARE YOU?!”

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Rap Monster/ Kim Namjoon 

“She probably went to the toy area.” He would be calm about it and try to find his child or else he’s most likely not stepping a foot into his own home. 

-walks along like a happy citizen to go find his kid.-

Jimin/ Park Jimin

“I didn’t lose him.” He’d laugh nervously. “Just temporarily lost sight of my kid.”

V/ Kim Taehyung

Confused as to why his kid would wander, questioning what you tell them, asking people if they’ve seen his child. “Excuse me have you seen a little girl with a pink hat….” 

Jungkook/ Jeon Jungkook

“Why?” He’d look around completely shook then after he realized he needs you he would then sit and question this. 

miraculous ladybug/voltron crossover (part 1)

Lance can’t believe this.

He’s a superhero? With a super cool, handsome partner? And he’s being interviewed by his classmate? Wow. He asks his new partner to pinch his cheek and confirm that this is not an amazingly realistic dream, and his new partner, called “Ladybug,” doesn’t hesitate to comply. Me-ouch.

“So, can you… please tell me your identity?” Pidge, a scrawny little genius in Lance’s class, interrogates Lance oh-so-subtly.

Lance smirks at Pidge’s phone, and responds smoothly, “Ask and you shall receive. I’m more than happy, faithful citizens, to let the cat out of the bag. My superhero alter-ego is Chat Noir, but you can call me-“

Ladybug is seemingly panicking, jabbing Lance’s padded shoulder sharply. Me-ouch again.

“-anytime!” Lance finishes with a finger gun and a wink towards the camera before whining dramatically about his wounded shoulder. Ladybug and Pidge both face-palm.

“Sorry, but I have to get this idiot-“ Ladybug points at Lance, who only shrugs, “-back home so he won’t hurt himself. Bye.” Lance waves toward Pidge’s phone while Ladybug carries him over his shoulder.

When he arrives back in his room, Lance openly admits that he’s in love.

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