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Sometimes Ross is incredibly sweet, but sometimes I'd really like to give him a good kick.

Oh good GOD yes.

I mean, I abhor violence and would never approve of it, but YES. At the very least a metaphorical good kick :D :D I mean, he can be so sweet, and fiercely loyal, but he’s also rash and chronically unable to put his feelings into words, to his detriment and to the detriment of all those around him. I just want to rant and rage and scream at him to USE YOUR WORDS, DAMMIT, ROSS!

How Sauron got his name

So, Sauron is a Quenyan name. 

It also comes from “Thauron.”

So here’s what we know:

  • It was a Noldo who gave him that name
  • A Noldo who knew he was once Mairon, since Sauron is somewhat of a thing off that (Beloved-one –> Hated-one, basically)
  • Had to be a Noldo that actually knew him and thus knew he earned the name. He wasn’t in Valinor with the elves, so they wouldn’t have met him until middle earth.
  • Why Thauron first? What part of Quenyan uses the Th instead of the S? Feanorians. Only Feanorians.

Obviously it was Maedhros who gave him the name and I think that’s hilarious. 

“Hey man who did you meet in Angband?”

“<internally> Well I met that guy Mairon I heard Aule cursing about. But I can’t call that bag of shit “precious.” Fuck it I’m just going to call him….   Awful man. Abhorred man. I met just the worst guy. That’s his name. Terrible guy. Just. Overall garbage of a guy. That’s his name.

Glitter Ball

I’ve been seeing some discussion in past few days about how unrealistic it is that Bitty doesn’t hang out with other queer kids at Samwell, which is a valid point, and it reminded me I had a fic languishing in my drafts folder that involved an expanded look at the LGBTQIA group on campus, so I figured maybe the time had come to post it. It’s more about Dex than Bitty, because I started it as a response to the “Dex is homophobic” discourse, so this is from a “Dex has never been straight, he just doesn’t think it’s any of your business” perspective.

(It’s the beginning of a longer fic called “I Abhor You/I Adore You” that’s kind of an exercise in filling in all the gaps between the Nurseydex tweets and fleshing out the non-hockey parts of Samwell, but who knows if I’ll ever finish it.)

~4.5k, pre-slash Nurseydex, mostly Dex POV, guest appearances by Bitty, Holster, and a few OCs from the LGBTQIA group. Location of the IT helpdesk across the hall from the resource center entirely stolen from my own tiny liberal arts school, “the little gay college in the middle of Iowa.”

Read it on AO3 (now with the second chapter as well).


First year, first semester

Dex got a job with the helpdesk almost as soon as he got to campus. This wasn’t exactly normal for an unknown, untested, untried, and undeclared first year student, but he had references from his high school job and there was a constant shortage of people who actually knew how to do anything with hardware. Which, of course, was the thing most of the professors actually needed help with. They weren’t actually receiving a lot of emergency Python coding calls; they needed someone who could “make the goddamn printer talk to the computer” without pissing anyone off by being too condescending.

He enjoyed it; compared to having to do the same thing in a retail environment, this was downright relaxing, and he at least had some confidence the people he was helping weren’t complete idiots. He could even leave behind a Post-It of step-by-step instructions of how to fix the problem themselves next time and have it be followed at least 50% of the time! Not to mention his work-study hours as a student athlete were actually capped and enforced so he wouldn’t work himself to death. So relaxing when compared to high school, when he’d had to juggle IT work, lobster fishing, hockey, and grades good enough to get some kind of scholarship.

Since he’d gotten to campus early to start pre-season practice with the hockey team, he’d been able to establish a work routine before adding in classes, which had been helpful. The CS classes at Samwell were certainly more demanding, but that was why he was here, wasn’t it? All in all, he was pretty satisfied with how things were shaping up. (Now if only his d-partner weren’t such an entitled brat…)

Once the other students got back to campus, it became clear the helpdesk office wasn’t the only thing housed in the weird little building at the edge of campus. He was just ending a shift when a girl stuck her head in the door. “Would it be possible to get some quick help from anybody? It’s just across the hall.”

“I can do it,” Dex said. “I was just about to leave anyway.”

“Thank you!” She led the way into what appeared to be an all-purpose meeting room. The door now had a handmade rainbow sign taped to it, proclaiming it the Stonewall Resource Center. “We’re having our first meeting of the year tonight, and of course the one person who remembers how to work the projector is on study abroad this semester.”

“No problem. You hooking it up to a laptop?”

“Yeah.”

Dex walked over to the AV podium at the front of the room and fished out the giant cluster of cables and dongles. “Hopefully one of these will work, but we have adapters in the office for just about anything. Bring it over.” A minute or so later, he had everything working.

“Thank you so much!”

“Sure. I mean, it’s my job anyway.”

“Do I need to file a ticket or something?”

“Eh, whatever.”

“Um, you’re welcome to stay for the meeting if you want…”

“What’s it for? I mean, I can guess, but your sign wasn’t even up when I came in at the beginning of my shift, so, you know.”

“Yeah, basically it’s just a beginning of the year informational meeting for students about LGBTQIA resources on campus and a way to get those of us who are returning students to get started organizing other events. So maybe not super interesting.”

“No, it sounds like good information to have. I’ll stick around.”

She smiled at him. “Great! I’m Sam.”

“Will. Or Dex. I answer to either.”

“Nice to meet you.”

***

“So do you think you’ll come back?” Sam asked after the meeting was over. Dex had stayed to help her turn off the projector and leave a sticky note with the steps written down. (He was thinking about getting a set custom-printed with “Helping You Help Yourself!” across the bottom, though he suspected his boss would find this too snarky.)

“Probably not. I mean, not to regular meetings or anything—you can totally ask me for help anytime! I’m just kind of… past the place where I need this kind of group? And I’ve got hockey practice and CS classes that are kind of the point of my being here, so they take priority, you know?”

“Sure thing.”

“But you know where to find me! Seriously, I’m always happy to help. It looks like a great group. But I know I can’t commit to anything.”

“Cool. I’ll see you around then, yeah? Oh, hey, if you have any time on Friday, you should come to the softball game. We’re gonna slay.”

Dex grinned and offered his fist for a bump of solidarity. “You’ll have to come to a hockey game once the season starts.”

“Definitely.”

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In the Dark

Rating: T (just for a kiss and references to ‘’that month’’)

Warnings: Fluffy? but not OOC; I actually made up a whole plot to justify the characters’ behavior. (that I didn’t write because the day when I’ll write a novel length story is yet to come)


It is a cold, bitter December night, not the anniversary of that dreadful night but unpleasant all the same. Ciel’s treacherous mind wanders back to similarly cold nights spent behind cold iron bars and the soft silkiness of his duvet starts to feel more and more like the harsh bile and spittle-covered wooden floor of a rotting cage. He can’t sleep.

“Sebastian,” he hears himself murmur into the cold night. “Come here.”

Mere moments later, the onyx-swathed form of his butler comes into sight. He can barely make out the silhouette, faintly illuminated only by the violet glow emanating from his right eye. He knows Sebastian is there but he still has to consciously fight the urge to crawl out and cling to him, to demand countless reassurances that he is not back there, that he can’t be hurt anymore.

“Yes, my lord?” The butler asks, in a deeper, much more feral voice than usual.

“Lie with me,” Ciel commands.

Unlike usual, Sebastian doesn’t stall, doesn’t suggest a cup of honeyed warm milk as a suitable replacement to his presence, doesn’t lie stiffly above the covers. Instead, he pushes them back after deftly removing his own clothing and settles under them, pulling Ciel against his shirt-clad chest in a gesture that’s almost warm, if it weren’t so fiercely possessive.

“Tell me a story,” Ciel demands, hands clutching at the other’s shirt so ferociously he might just tear the cloth off.

“Oh,” an amused sound of surprise escapes the butler. “And what kind of story would the young master prefer?” he inquires, rubbing soothing circles along the boy’s back.

“Tell me a tale of ravenous demons and greedy humans with nothing but their soul left.”

Sebastian complies. “Once upon a time,” he starts, “there was a small child who was faced with much undue suffering. He prayed to the heavens for salvation, but the lord paid him no heed. In his last moments, just before his life was ended by the mindless cruelty so ubiquitous in humans, he managed to find enough strength to save himself.”

“And then?” Ciel prompts, comfortably nuzzling against his impending death.

“Then he met a demon, a demon so entranced by the beauty of the child’s unwavering persistence, by the sheer, raw strength of his will that he formed a contract with the boy, promising him his service and unending loyalty until the child fulfilled his ultimate desire,” Sebastian says, leaning closer to brush soft lips against Ciel’s brow.

“That's… a highly sanitized version,” Ciel remarks with a bitter laugh.

“Well, we wouldn’t want to spook the young master, now would we?” Sebastian replies with a chuckle, smoothing errant locks behind Ciel’s ear.

“…It was always so dark, back then. It makes me forget sometimes—”

“No one will ever hurt you again, young master, not for as long as I am here.” Sebastian interrupts with a harsh growl. “I would slaughter them all over again, were it possible.”

Something, maybe the way Sebastian’s gaze flashes red while he speaks the words, maybe the fact Sebastian can’t lie to him either way, maybe just whatever small part of childish naivety that month didn’t rob him of, makes Ciel believe him completely.

“You wouldn’t have a meal if it weren’t for them.” Ciel states plainly, wistfully running a hand along Sebastian’s jaw.

“True enough, but you are so much more than a simple meal, my young lord.”

“Is that so?” Ciel questions with an impish grin. “What am I then, Sebastian?”

“You are mine,” Sebastian says, as if stating a simple fact. He presses a kiss to the tip of his nose, “Mine to taint,” another to the corner of Ciel’s mouth, “mine to break,” yet another to the opposite corner, “and mine to care for, if I so choose.” Finally, he kisses the boy full on the mouth, feels the impossibly soft lips, and delights in the eager, albeit somewhat clumsily inexperienced, response he gets.

Just like every other touch Sebastian gives him on nights when the past refuses to stay buried beneath thick layers of maggot-infested dirt, the kiss helps him, grounds him, tells him that he still here, still alive. That—and not some base urge intensified by his pubescent mind—is why he responds eagerly, letting Sebastian thrust his tongue past his lips and explore the warmth inside.

They yearn for decidedly different things, the boy and the demon bound to him, but, at least to Ciel, the hunger in Sebastian’s eyes resembles his own need for something solid to clutch to more than ever. He understands, Ciel thinks, astounded. He knows, that’s why he…

“Stupid demon,” Ciel says the minute Sebastian’s mouth leaves his own, but, even to his own ears, it sounds much more like an endearment than an admonishment. And for once, he finds he doesn’t mind at all…

The butler doesn’t answer, simply looks at the boy some more.

“…thank you, Sebastian.”

“Am I to assume the young master is unwell?” Sebastian asks, pressing the back of his hand to Ciel’s brow.

“No, I feel quite well, as a matter of fact.” Ciel responds, a look of bewilderment settling on his countenance.

“I apologise, then, young master, but since you went as far as to openly display gratitude…”

“Bastard,” Ciel grouses.

“I humbly beg your pardon, my lord.” Sebastian chuckles, going back to rubbing mindless patterns along Ciel’s back.

After a spell, Ciel speaks again. “I don’t fear it, you know.”

Sebastian’s hands still. “Don’t fear what, young master?”

“The day you’ll take my soul.”

“Young master…”

“You wanted to, I could sense it.”

“I would never—”

Ciel reaches out, putting a hand where Sebastian’s heart resides. “I know,” he assures. “I know, Sebastian, don’t worry. And if anything, I’m glad that’s how my life will end.”

Sebastian smiles, and clasps Ciel’s hand. “I made a much better choice than I could’ve ever hoped for, all those years ago.”

“You saved me, all those years ago.”

Sebastian’s hand moves to softly caress the lid of Ciel’s right eye. “Not many would regard it as salvation, little one.”

“Not many would cling to a demon for comfort.” Ciel retorts with a mild flush that the demon can see clearly in spite of the dark.

“Indeed.”

And so, in the dark, framed by eerie shadows, in the arms of a ravenous beast, Ciel Phantomhive sleeps soundly.

… … … … … …

A/N: I really like this one.

If you want me to write a story for you, just send me an ask. (Nothing sexually explicit, though.)

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And I can chat with you baby
Flirt a little maybe
Does your mother know that you’re out?

Wowww, a pic where I’m actually smiling! What a rare find!!

Hello 2017

Wearing  ✶  Lime Ricki Daisy Bralette and Daisy Ruched Bottom  ✶  Wotoos star shaped face tattoos 

It’s the first day of 2017 and warm enough already for a little splash in the pool! The beginning of the year is also fraught with the traditional onslaught of diet and weightloss ads in every corner you look, so I thought it would be timely to post some positive inspiration to help counter the toxicity that us fatties are routinely assaulted by around this time. The moment the year turns around, you see it screaming it you from billboards, newspapers and even browser ads. ‘New year, new you!’ ‘Resolve to be a skinny minnie this year!’ ‘Time for a liquid diet “cleanse” after that gluttonous Christmas!’ Well, here I am in my daisy print bathers, with stars on my face and unflattering curves everywhere else and I haven’t made a new year resolution to lose weight since the year 2007.

It hasn’t been easy all the way, fending off well meaning advice from acquaintances and relatives, and having to tune out friends unloading their weightloss plans onto me. Thankfully, and mostly because I’ve been doing it for so long, this sort of selective vision and hearing comes as second nature to me. But when the lovely folks at Lime Ricki swimwear asked me if I’d like to try out one of their swimsuits and talk a bit about feeling body confident as a fat woman, I realised that it would actually be helpful to share my tips for keeping sane and preserving your mental health (and confidence) in this month of weight based penance (ugh!)

1. Take out the trash

By which I mean the glossy magazines promising miracle ‘cures’ on the cover, the tabloids and their websites, the Instagrammers selling diarrhea tea, basically any media that’s not fat positive. Back in 2007, I was more than a bit addicted to celebrity gossip - it was entertaining and a welcome distraction from my undergrad texts. However, once I realised how badly the tales of celebrity weight loss and gain affected my own body image, I started weaning myself off it. And the more time I spent on the fat positive internet, the more I started abhorring popular media and the diet culture it sells. After a point, I didn’t even want to browse through ONTD anymore. Especially because I could find all the fashion inspiration I wanted from the fat internet, and that too on bodies that looked like mine.

2. Surround yourself with fat positive media

Admittedly, the fatshion community has a very different face now than it did a decade ago, and there’s no onus on plus size bloggers to be fat positive as well. You’ll find countless plus fashion bloggers who advocate weightloss and think nothing of documenting their diets, but there are just as many anti-weightloss bloggers you can follow if you’re looking for some positive reinforcement to go with your daily fashion fix. If you’re looking for somewhere to start with, my blogroll on this page has quite a few awesome internet peeps who are just as fat positive as they’re fashionable. And if anyone you’ve been following for a while, and whose style you love descends down the slippery road to diets, don’t hesitate to unfollow them if that’s what you need for your sanity. Just putting that out there because I feel kind of bad whenever I have to do that!

3. You don’t have to listen to your friends’ diet talk

I have friends who get down on their bodies, who can’t stop talking about how badly they need to lose weight. Most of us have friends like that. It’s especially distressing when they’re people you’re close to and genuinely care about, people whose concerns you can’t just shut down without an explanation. I’ve found that a gentler approach works best in these situations. All my friends are extremely aware of my stance on diets and weightloss - I mean, I’ve only been banging on about it for the last decade or so! Yet they still try to talk to me sometimes about how they’re planning to lose weight. In situations like this, this is pretty much what I tell them: Listen dude, it’s your body, you do whatever you want with it. But you know how I feel about weightloss, so there’s no point telling me about this because I’m just going to space out. You’re an adult, making your adult choices, so go ahead and make them *shoulder pats* I have literally zero inputs to give here. *firm shoulder pats*

Back when I was first learning about fat positivity, I made it my mission to bring all my closest friends into the fold. How could I let them suffer in the purgatory of dieting and self hate when I’d found such freedom in the  alternative? Unfortunately, that’s not how people work. And ultimately, everyone has to make their own decisions about the path they want to follow, whether it comes to weightloss or the rest of life itself. You can help them along the way, but the decision of whether to be diet free or not is theirs to make.

4. Spend some time with yourself

One of the things I realised when I was getting to grips with body positivity was this: I didn’t actually know my own body. I used to avoid looking at mirrors, especially when I was naked, I only ever saw myself from one single angle, looking down at my boobs, belly, a bit of leg and feet. Whenever I came across a candid photo, I would be aghast because is this really how everyone sees me? To accept my body, I had to know it first. From every possible angle so that I couldn’t take myself unawares. Back then, I had my ex to photograph me naked, but if you don’t have anyone like that, use the mirror, use your webcam! Take photos of yourself with the self timer, standing, sitting, in silly poses and unflattering ones. Examine those photos, find the parts of your body that you love, and write down what it is that you love about them. Then find the parts of yourself that you don’t love as much and figure out something positive to say about them as well. Write that down too. Keep going back to those photos and notes whenever you can, and keep adding to them. If I’d taken these swimsuit photos 5 years ago, I’m sure I’d have been cringing at my flat butt and lumpy thighs entirely because I wasn’t familiar with them. But now I know exactly what I look like from the back, or sitting down. The body I have is the body I expect to see in photos because I’ve seen it so many times now. I know exactly how my belly folds, where my things dimple when I’m walking. These are regular, everyday features to me now, not some kind of a bogeyman waiting to jump out at me from photos I didn’t expect.

5. Set a positive example by eating

This one’s for those of you who have already taken the first steps towards body positivity, those of you who are feeling secure enough to give a very public middle finger to diet culture. I didn’t find public eating easy at the beginning, especially since I had a history of eating disorders. As my BFF recalls, one of her first memories of me was at the University canteen, with an apple in one hand and a cigarette in the other, steadfastly refusing any other food because ‘that’s all I needed for lunch.’ It took a while to get to the point where I could go out with her and triumphantly demolish platters of food in public. What I noticed, though, was that whenever I was out with a group of people and a couple of them were heading towards the ‘I think I’ll just have a salad’ territory, they ended up ordering what they actually wanted and enjoying it once I’d set the lead by unabashedly eating what I wanted. And even if you’re still a way away from being able to eat freely in public, I think that just eating the food you want with relish and joy and savouring every bite without guilt is the biggest FUUUUU you can hurl at the diet industry this time of the year. So treat yourself to the food you love and actually want to eat, listen to your body instead of the ad pointing out your supposed failings. And remember, food has no morals attached to it, it’s we who burden our plates with them.



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Pairing: Lams

Summary: What if John Laurens hadn’t died?

Warning: mentions of time periodic homophobia, panic attack, cheating

Word Count: Word Count: 3,627

Dedication: @imwritingmywayout , @mutantplant  ( @plantwrites ), @overfour-sets-of-corsets they are my betas and they do so much for me!!! Also, @eightmonkeys because they came up with the John Lives AU!!

Tags: @starfreckledlaurens , @bring-me-the-misha

A/N: if you like the story, PLEASE REBLOG! My goal is to become an author and exposure does a lot!!  Anyway, enjoy!!


My Dearest, John Laurens,

            ‘Tis been awhile, for you have been in the cold, unforgiving ground for an approaching decade. I still find myself in times of trouble, especially in this season of relentless heat. It is hot and humid, much like my days as a child, but you know plenty of it.

            I shall spare you the details of my life, as not much has changed since writing you last. My dear James has grown, as with Philip and Angelica. They are becoming outstanding citizens of society and are still very young! Philip is mature for his age, but does find pleasure in jesting. I would assume he acquires his playful attributes from my façade. I cannot deny that I abhor not being my true self whilst around my family, but John, my true being perished with the acknowledgment of your death.

            We were to be the emperors of Congress, my dear John. We were to be comrades through all of our trials and tribulations. I firmly believe that life would be much less despairing if we worked side by side, but that is a question left unanswered by the cruel grips of fate.

 Forgive me for rambling, my mind cannot cease when thinking about you.

 Adieu, my love.

 Ever yours,

           AH.

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My favorite and least favorite things about the signs

Aries ♈ — Aries is inherently very cool, they march to the beat of their own drum and don’t much care about what others are up to. This means they stay in their own lane and don’t really care much for drama. This lack of care for others can also manifest as selfishness or self-centeredness. You can literally see their eyes glaze over when you’re talking about something that doesn’t interest them, even if it’s very important to you.

Taurus ♉ — Taurus is the most loyal friend you will ever have. They will stay in your corner through thick and thin, and when you need defending they will go to bat for you no matter the cost. They can also be enormously stubborn, and unless THEY want to do something it won’t happen. Want to go to a concert and need a friend to go with? Nope, not unless they’re listening to the band on repeat. Want to go out to a place they’re not incredibly comfortable at? Nope, who ever heard of favors anyway?

Gemini ♊ — Easily the most hilarious people you’ll ever meet. They’re snarky and sly and will never fail to put a smile on your face with their endless knowledge and quick wit. They can introduce you to just about anyone, and they love to be an intermediary between friends. They also never shut up. The wall of words created by a Gemini is no meager thing, and if you’re trying to change the topic, or god forbid you have to leave for some reason you’d better just give up.

Cancer ♋ — Cancer will never fail to make you feel like you’re part of their family. They treat everyone that gets even a little close to them with the greatest amount of kindness and sincerity. You will never meet a bigger goofball who is down for the most bizarre of shenanigans. They’re moody, however, and when you’re counting on them for a social engagement they might abandon you in favor of retreating to their nest, giving you whatever bullshit excuse and then hermitting until the tide changes.

Leo ♌ — They always look you directly in the eye, and treat everyone with dignity be they child, adult, elder. When they love you and you walk into the room you can visibly see them turn up their inner light by a million megawatts. They, like Cancer are also apt to leave you hanging when you need them though. They don’t like to show vulnerability and so they retreat when they’re feeling sad or hurt, leaving you to sort things out on your own. Everyone who knows a Leo has had an experience with one of their “cat naps” (Oh sorry, I was sleeping…)

Virgo ♍ — The kind of person that you can always come to with any problem, who will look at the problem and help you find a practical solution to it, no matter how they’re feeling about you at the time. They’re enormously kind and thoughtful in just about any way that isn’t verbal. Don’t expect them to have a kind word to say, but know that they’ll be there to help you through all of life’s difficulties. Do expect them to have unrealistic expectations of you, however, and take solace in the fact that their expectations for themselves are even more unrealistic, even though it kills them inside.

Libra ♎ — Libra is the sign that deals with everyone as equals. They truly meet everyone where they are, and as such are able to find interest in just about any conversation. They will listen to you rant and rave when you’re angry, gush when you’re in love, mope when you’re sad and meet you at your level every time, sharing in your enthusiasm, your sorrow, your joy. They can also be very contrary, and so when you come at them with an open mind you can be shown so many different facets of an issue that you feel strongly about. An unbalanced Libra is prone to being two-faced, however, and they stir up drama wherever they go. They’re also the type to agree with you in the moment, and then later on decide against it.

Scorpio ♏ — Scorpio is the “no judgement” type. They’ve seen the darkest parts of humanity and know just how awful people can be. They’ve also seen this darkness in themselves, and so they can’t fault others when they falter from time to time. They can be paranoid as fuck though, and constantly read too much into a situation//hear things that aren’t being said in an argument. When they’re emotionally invested in you it is the greatest blessing, as well as a monumental curse.

Sagittarius ♐ — Fun as fuck. Sagittarius is always willing to try new things and meet new people, and there’s no better travelling partner so long as you’re not the type that has to rigidly stick to a pre-set plan. Sagittarians can roll with the punches and always come out on top, they’re also lucky as all get out. They’re not exactly the reliable type when it comes to emotions, however, and might just peace rather than trying to actually work anything out.

Capricorn ♑ — Capricorns are easily some of the funniest people that live on this planet, though you certainly have to have an appreciation for dryness. They’re also another sign that treats everyone the same regardless of their background, though it’s true that they can get caught up in their image and that has a negative effect. Goats are the second most delusional sign, right behind Pisces. They traverse their lives with blinders on, and rarely are willing or able to perceive or tolerate things that don’t fit into their very narrow view of the world. They’re the type to climb ruthlessly to the top, not noticing all of the people they crush in their ascent.

Aquarius ♒ — Aquarians are enormously smart, assuming you don’t get one that has learned to play dumb in order to get what they want somewhere along the line. They will talk to you about pretty much anything, and barring it being a subject in which they are passionate (there are many) they will listen with an open mind and non judgmental stance. I love the fact that anyone with heavy Aquarius is in to some weird shit, as it makes them fascinating to get to know. Do I even have to mention the god complex? It’s so overplayed with Aquarius, and yet it’s also so pervasive in their kind. Which is similar to them all thinking they’re unique little snowflakes and outcasts without realizing that they do indeed fall into one category by labeling themselves as such.

Pisces ♓ — Easily the most compassionate and caring sign, Pisces would give the shirt of their back to a friend in need. I adore the way they fuss over their surroundings when they’re hanging with someone they care about. Are you warm enough? Is it too bright in here? Is the television too loud? They’ll steadily make small adjustments and if you go with the flow you’ll be much happier for it. They, however, go with the flow a little too much, and it makes them FLAKY AS FUCK. I abhor the type of person that backs out on plans over and over again, and if a Pisces is not in JUST the right surroundings they’ll flake on you every time. Don’t even bother with dinner plans for next week, just text them last minute.

“I hate you.” (Joji)

Anon Request: an imagine where you and joji absolutely hate each other but because you’re both friends with the other boys you’re forced to hang out together but one night, somehow, things get really heated and smutty? xx


Y/N’s POV

I groaned dramatically, trying to catch the attention of at least Max, or Ian…mostly Ian. I wanted to desperately leave this dreaded apartment and one of those two idiots was my ticket out of here considering that I didn’t have a ride. Well, Ian was my ride, but he was too busy up George’s ass to even notice me. I hated coming over here to this apartment, I hated this atmosphere, and most of all: I hated George. Yeah, ‘hate’ is a strong word and all, but that’s just how I felt. It was with such animosity that I could barely look at him without having the urge to deck him right in the face. He was sat on the couch across from me, scrolling through his phone as he smiled and spoke to Max and Ian about something stupid. The three of them laughed, and I felt like they were mocking me…I was the only one sitting there and pouting as if I was a five year old that had their favorite toy taken away from them.

“Y/N, you need to see this.” Ian laughed as he patted the empty space next to him.

I glared at him and then Max, both of them on either sides of George. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. My bitterness towards George stemmed from a deeper issue. It wasn’t just me being hostile for no reason.

“I’d rather choke then go over there.” I muttered.

We had been out the whole attending to every need George had, doing everything George waned to do. I was excluded from everything purposely. They shot a few things for videos on all of their channels, and when Max or Ian called me over, George would instead take my place and fill in. It was always some kind of competition when it came to Ian and Max, as if he didn’t spend enough time with them already. For some reason, it always had to revolve around George. Ever since the first day I met him, it was as though the attention was always on him, and he distracted them from me.

“Have it your way.” George mumbled as he continued laughing with the guys.

That night, we had stayed over at George’s apartment being that we had nowhere else to stay because Ian didn’t want to drive downtown and get a hotel. Luckily for me, Ian was with me in the guest room where he and Max were going to be rooming.

“I have to step out real quick with Max to go pick up a few things that we ordered from that camera company I was telling you about. Remember that lens I ordered? Well, I have to go to the company and get it myself with Max since he had ordered some sort of case from the same place. Its an hour and a half drive.” Ian told me as he folded some of his clothes as he sat on the bed.

“You’re going to leave me here with him.” I gasped, “Take me with you, please. Come on, I promise I won’t say a single word the whole ride there and the ride back.”

“Y/N, just stay here. Plus, look. Joji needs some help cleaning up a little…just be civil until we get back.” he told me.

I didn’t want those two cunts leaving me with George. Max talked me into staying behind unfortunately, saying that I’d get bored with the trip. Ian even suggested talking to him and maybe squashing the beef between the both of us.which I doubt would ever occur in this lifetime… I walked into the hallway, leaving the guest room, and I came to a stop when I heard George speaking.

“Guys, you’re seriously not leaving me with Y/N, right? What the hell?! You guys know I can’t stand her…let me go with you, she won’t mind being alone. She’s always alone anyways, being that she hasn’t been in a relationship for a long ass time.” he belittled, “She’s so fucking annoying…dude, all she does is take up space…”

I knew I abhorred him completely before with every poison filled bone in my body, wanting nothing to do with him…but now I felt it with such distaste. George was repulsive to me.

“Look, she doesn’t like it either, but we’ll be back quick.” Ian explained, “You won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They said their goodbyes and after hearing the front door shut, I abandoned the hallway, retreating back into the guest room. I was occupying the bed for about ten minutes, lying there and taking up space, like how George said I did. I couldn’t deny that what he said didn’t at least hurt me in some sense. Like, I guess it did but I was so used to ignoring his existence it really didn’t have an affect on me. I heard a soft knock on the door followed by the twist of the doorknob. I found it rude how he just let himself in that way, but at the same time, it his apartment. I continued staring at the ceiling, not wanting to look at him.

“Do you want popcorn or something?” he asked bluntly.

“No.” I spat.

“Starve and die then.” he muttered.

“Gladly.” I told him.

All I felt was the room become empty and I heard the door slam shut. It startled me a little, making me jump as I remained on my back, staring at the blank ceiling. Someone’s grumpy, I thought to myself. Like, alright yeah, I get it. I suck, I’m annoying, and he probably rather die than be stuck in the same vicinity as me because that’s exactly how I feel about being here with him, but are you really going to slam doors in your apartment to emphasize how much I get under your skin? I sat up feeling thirsty. Five minutes into a battle with myself about getting up or not, I decided to get up and be a big girl and go get myself a glass of water. I was hesitant, not wanting George to say anything to me. He sat on the couch with an unopened beer in his hand as I lightly creeped past him and went not the kitchen. I poured myself some water and as I gulped it down, I thought about leaving tomorrow since Ian had said we’d leave first thing in the morning. I wanted to be far away from George, I never liked coming to New York because we only came here to see him.

“You could’ve asked me for a glass instead of snooping around my kitchen.” his voice startled me, making the cup slip out of my hand and crash onto the floor into pieces.

I gasped, scared that he’d start his bitching.

“See what you do?!” he shouted at me, stretching out his arms.

“Me?! You’re the one that came up behind me like some kind of spy. Wear a damn bell next time, maybe that way we’d all be able to hear you.” I shouted back.

“Oh, shut up! You’re the reason why I have to sneak around, so you’re annoying ass doesn’t see me and automatically say something about you wanting to leave and doing something better or coming at me with your bullshit.” he seethed.

“This is exactly why-“ I started.

“You what?” he tested me.

“I hate you.” I disputed.

I wasn’t going to just let him walk all over me the way he normally did. Like, it’s pretty evident you dislike me, no need to make it more known by being mean and rude. He crouched on the floor and began to pick up the jagged pieces of the broken glass. I began to help him as well and he grabbed my wrist unexpectedly in a rough manner, “Stop. What? Are you trying to have a shard slice your hand open?!” he scolded.

“Oh, look at that. You do have a heart.” I rolled my eyes, “I’m a big girl, George. I can clean up my own mess by myself. I don’t need you being a big ass baby and telling Ian or Max I smashed one of your stupid fucking cups.”

“Why don’t you ever call me Joji? And you’re fighting with me over picking up shards of fucking glass. Just get out of the damn way, Y/N.” he argued.

I ignored him and continued picking up the shards. I didn’t want to call him ‘Joji’ because that’s what his close friends called him and I am no friend of his. If I was anything to him, I was probably an enemy.

“Your friends call you ‘Joji’…I’m not your friend.” I said as I held a few pieces of glass in my hands and dumped them in the trash can.

“You’re right. We’re not friends.” he muttered as he pushed past me to go into the kitchen. I followed him, wanting to know what the hell his problem with me was. I stood in the center of the room and he glared at me bitterly, clenching his jaw and sitting down on the couch.

“What is your issue with me? You already know what mine is with you, but for some reason you’re always such a dick towards me…” I announced.

He stood up and sighed, rolling his eyes, “You’re kidding, right? I never have time with my friends because of you. You stick to them like some sort of leech, sucking the fun out of everything we do. You walk around like you’re some sort of goddess, as if you control shit and run shit…” he inched closer to me, becoming more sour with every word that left his mouth, “And you don’t run anything…you-you waltz around in the shortest dresses and the tightest tights catching attention from pervs and distracting my other friends. I know you hate me…”

George backed me up into the chilled wall, goosebumps took over my body as I watched his lips attentively.

“So?” I asked with a slight attitude as I crossed my arms over my chest.

He let out a laugh, his eyes went from the floor to my face as he closed the space in between us. George stared at my lips and said, “You think I hate you, huh?”

I nodded slowly, not having any words for what was happening. I didn’t want it to stop…even if I claimed I hated him. He was rude, repulsive, alluring, and a dick… but that didn’t mean I didn’t want his…

“I’m gonna show you just how much I hate you.” he whispered as he leaned in.

George’s lips met mine aggressively as his hands intertwined in my hair. I didn’t protest nor did I reject him. I wanted him. Not knowing how much time we had left alone made us become very hasty. He led me straight to his room, where he shut the door and quickly attended to me while I plopped down onto his bed. My eyes scrutinized his room, I’ve never even taken a glimpse of it. George was surprisingly neat and organized, I’d imagined he was a slob but he proved me wrong. I was startled when I felt his cold fingers trace the bare skin on my stomach as he hooked my pants with his fingers. He made his way in between my clothed legs and unbuttoned my pants. While he was lowering my zipper, I jerked my pants off and began to work on his button and zipper. I was impatient and anxious. My issue with George was pushed in the back of my brain. I did not want to think about it anymore, I just wanted to think about how good he would make me feel and make it up to me. Removing his pants, he sucked on my neck, nibbling a little bit. His hand made his way into my underwear making me sharply draw in a breath.

“You wanna know something?” he whispered in a low voice as he entered a finger in me.

I moaned in response.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” he lightly chuckled, placing another finger inside of me and working his fingers faster, “The first time I met you and opened that pretty little mouth of yours I knew you were someone I wanted. You hate me? Let me fuck that hate out of you, baby.”

My hand clasped his wrist as his actions sped up, not knowing what to grab and where to my hands. I was a mess under him, moaning and whimpering as he continued leaving marks on my neck and collarbones. He stopped before I was able to cum, my head hit his pillow as I laid there gasping, trying to catch my breath.

“I’m not done with you yet.” he snickered taking off my underwear and then instantaneously got rid of his.

We made out as he teased my opening with his hard erection, without a warning, he surprisingly thrusted into me. He was slow at first, but none the lead, it made all the difference in length. I gripped the blankets in my palms, biting my bottom lip as I shut my eyes. His thumb rubbed circles on my clit. After some time passed, he flipped me over so that I was on my knees. He gripped my hair in his hands and got close to my ear, “Let me show you how much  I hate you.”

He grabbed my hip with his left hand as his right continued holding my hair tenderly while he pulled out and teased me awfully slowly. I et out a small whimper, earning a light chuckle from him.

“Stop with the teasing, Joji.” I whispered.

Joji gave in and his actions became rugged with each slow stroke. I lowered the upper half of my body into the mattress, muffling my moans as he got faster and his motions rougher. I slid my arm below me and let my fingers rub my clit, I was close to my high and Joji’s motions made me near my climax faster than I had expected. My thighs burned as my legs shook, cumming onto his cock as he continued with his pace, pounding me as rough as he could. Moaning into the sheets to keep from making noise was no help, I was loud regardless. Joji’s moans were low growls, they became intense as his thrusts got clumsier. Joji pulled out, immediately spurting onto my ass, his grunts declined and instead turned into sighs of pleasure. Helping me clean up, Joji also aided me in getting dressed. He stared at me as we stood by his room’s door, “What?” I asked, confused.

“Wanna hate each other more often?” he smirked.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I smiled.

Just as we exited the room and walked into the living room, the front door swung open. Ian smiled at us and said, “Hey! Did you guys work things out?”

Joji looked at me, giving me a wink, I couldn’t help but smile discreetly as I turned to Ian and Max. My smile disappeared and I cleared my throat, attempting to act cool, “Something like that.”

I sat on the couch, crossing my arms over my chest, continuing the act as Joji sat on the the other couch, eyeing me with a grin. All I could hope for was the next time Joji and I were left alone…maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Abstruse

Adjective

[ab-stroos

1. hard to understand; recondite; esoteric:
    abstruse theories.

2. Obsolete. secret; hidden.

Origin:
Abstruse comes from Latin abstrusus, past participle of abstrudere, “to push away from any place, to hide,” from ab-, abs-, “away from” + trudere, “to push, to thrust.”

“My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.”
―Arthur Conan Doyle

Where to begin with this……

For shits, grins, giggles and whatnot, let’s PRETEND that Tony and MM are significant others as King O Fucktards claims. Tony values his anonymity to the point he isn’t on social media and keeps a very low key profile at events with Cait. Cait has never shared a thing about Tony on Twitter, nothing on IG. So this fan says that her way of respecting Cait and Tony is to avoid their pics on Twitter (pics neither Cait or Tony put out there) and Fucktard says what?

👉🏻Fuck these two people and their desire for privacy, it’s more important to not give a random Twitter troll the illusion that they have silenced you. 👈🏻

Shatner, you sir, are the worst Outlander troll on Twitter.

You aren’t Sam’s friend. You aren’t a fan of Outlander. Quite the opposite it seems. I believe you abhor both. And the fandom? I’m 100% sure you have interjected yourself here with the sole purpose of discrediting our value by making us look like lunatics. Why? I have a pretty good idea, but it doesn’t matter. You are out to undermine a show by fucking up its social media fanbase.

So, following the logic of your tweet, SamCait shippers should carry on celebrating loudly and proudly their ship that you detest so much. Why should they give you that power over them? Right?

By the way, Shatner Dick Minion Army Members, don’t worry about screen capping this, this blog is already monitored for quality assurance purposes.

A dear friend of mine is in the V:LD fandom and curious, I looked it up, to my distaste I have seen a lot of people telling others they should delete a wonderful picture simply because the creator posted some NSFW stuff of the characters. I refuse to be a part of this fandom. I absolutely abhor antis, why would one send hate to one who is going on with their life? To be a nuisance? Why are you even bothering? Does one truly have nothing better to do?

I have to wonder if people understand that fiction is simply that. None of this has any affect on real life, there has been older males shipped with younger males before. Such as Eren/Levi. Sebastian/Ciel.

People will not stop shipping what they love, in fact, some may even ship it just to spite antis. Each has their reasons. Sometimes it is special and other times it is not. Their lives do not affect yours, but you decide to make yourself a menace by sending hate and so on and so forth. People call “Shaladin” shippers pedophiles yet I have heard that some of these antis LOOK UP child pornography to send to harmless shippers because of their ship. Doesn’t that make them pedophiles considering they WILLINGLY looked it up and sent it. If they hate it so much, why look it up?

In those pictures are REAL children.

Not CARTOON characters.

Keith is in his LATE teens.

Lance is in his LATE teens.

Hunk is in his LATE teens.

Granted Pidge/Shiro does squick me. She is 14 after all. And for some reason Lance/Shiro. But because it makes ME uncomfortable does not mean I am going to become a self-entitled brat and send hate to those who ship it.

Each to their own after all.

And I have to wonder if these antis realize that there is a possibility that the creators of the show may stop producing it all together if they are continued to be harassed by childish people who feel they are justified in their actions. Such as what happened to poor Josh Keaton.

A producer may feel it is time to pull the plug if it continues to be a problem-in class, if one continued being a nuisance, something good was ruined for the entirety of the students. Such as day off. Movie day. Doesn’t matter, it was ruined by ONE person.

I am just saying maybe people should lay off, you never know what may happen. There is always cause and effect. Negativity will always bring Negativity.

I for one refuse to be friends with anyone who says “so-and-so can choke”. Although people will be people, this will go ignored and things will go on.

servantofclio  asked:

Shakarian prompt: Early morning

She wakes in darkness.

It threatens to close around her, as it is wont to do as of late. She grips her chest, feeling her steady heartbeat beneath her cold hand, and takes a long, slow breath. 

As she is about to make a request for EDI to turn on the lights, another breath hitches beside her, and she pauses. Memories from the night before flicker into her thoughts, like stars brightening in the skies during night’s progression. 

A talon following the bumps of her spine. A rattling breath in her ear, hitching on the inhale, groaning on the exhale. The flicker of mandibles against her cheek. Warmth spreading through her body, from fingers to toes. 

Garrus.

He has spent several evenings in her quarters now, as prone to nightmares and sleeplessness as she. Together they insist the sexual release assuages the horrifying images from the base, crew members melted into liquid before their very eyes as they stand by, helpless. 

But Shepard is wise to her own deception. The sex is wonderful – awkward and filled with nervous laughter, but wonderful nonetheless –  but it is not the reason her resting heart rate and blood pressure have decreased as of late. It is not the reason she now sleeps more, eats more, laughs more. 

He is. 

But infatuation isn’t a good look for Commander Shepard, while casual sex is, so she buries the deeper feelings. Yearning to feel his hide beneath her fingertips she reaches out in the dark, slowly, tentatively, and rests her palm on whatever it may find; which, it turns out, is his cowl, rising and falling slowly with his rhythmic breathing. 

Garrus is composed of tough hide and sharp lines, the turian exterior reflecting the rigid philosophies of their species. Yet in spite of the hard exterior Garrus only reminds her of softness: he grips her tenderly, whispers gently, fills her softly, embraces her warmly. With Shepard, he is the opposite of everything he had ever been taught to be. Her fingers venture further, her sense of touch amplified by her lack of vision, tracing along his neck, mandible, waist – he shivers –

“You’re not very good at sleeping in, Shepard.” His voice is low, gravelly with sleep. She smiles at the sound.

“Never have been. I abhor the idea of wasting perfectly good time lying in bed.”

“Is that so?” Curious fingers trace up his body to rest on his mandible, which flickers under her touch. “Nothing good ever comes of lying in bed.”

“Absolutely not.” She’s grinning now. “Not when we could be productive.”

He inches closer to her, hands seeking her out blindly, fingertips coming to rest on her waist. She sighs contentedly at the feeling of his warm body pressed against hers. “How should we spend this fine morning, then?” Idly he traces circles along her waist, letting out a breath when her muscles clench beneath his touch. “Cleaning our armour? Filing reports? Training simulations?”

His fingers trace lower, and she can no longer maintain the facade. “I have much bigger plans for you, Vakarian.”

Shepard didn’t know and wasn’t in a place to dream about what the future held for them. 

But for now, this? This was exactly what she needed.

anonymous asked:

Do you interact with multiples of the same character?

anon  ||  ???

for the most part,  yes!  at the moment the only trek  character i’m exclusive with  is  BEVERLY CRUSHER  as written by  @chaied !   sure,  i’ve got a handful of MAINS,  but as far as i’m aware these blogs are comfortable with duplicates of their own characters. 

however,  i’m  EXCLUSIVE  with these non-trek blogs  ( note:  exclusivity may or may not be mutual:  if you’re listed below and we haven’t talked about being exclusives it means i’ve decided  that i’m personally just interested in your portrayal ) 

@herroyaldarkness   /   @queenxcersei   /   @maimedlion   /   @ all of aaron’s blogs   /   @kythereiia   /   @monstrauma   /   @sanctamater   /   @grishildr   /   @properlycool   /   @snitchcrux   /   @heelscrossed   /   @presdnt   /   @welshbred   /   @rapusodosu   /   @mammaterasu   /   @rotnichor   /   @tcmbraider   /   @imperialmight   /   @culinarymatriarch   /   @vicemirrored   &   i’m clearly missing some but !  these nerds first came to mind,  so

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YOU ALL SHOULD WATCH THIS! to think this has gone down in history as romantic in many shows these days couples are portrayed like this placing blame on the abused, the men not taking a no for a no.to my SQ fans this is why i abhor CS and karmel that shit is Not Romantic and for anyone who cant see that, god save them in future relationships. Young adolescents watch this and get that this behavior is normal or romantic. Makes me utterly sick! But watch thiss!!!!! Its long but very worth it

Rhaenys had slept in her bed for months, now. Her little girl had simply climbed in one night, curled up beside her, and snored softly in her sleep. Elia did not begrudge her this; it was not as if Rhaegar would take his place beside her. He had not done so ever since she became with child.

It had hardly been a week since she had given birth to Aegon, in the midst of more agony than Elia had ever known before. Her body was barely strong enough to carry a child, and when it came to birthing the creature, it had felt as if her whole body was going to tear apart. Where women knew sweetness and bliss after such an ordeal, Elia met with fever, anguish, and strife. Some days, she could hardly move from her bed. Others, she managed to sit up. Any more than that, she had not yet accomplished.

It was her sweet girl was who stayed by her side for all those days. Rhaenys would climb into bed and take gentle hold of her hand, asking her all manner of worried questions. “How are you feeling, mama? Is the baby okay, mama? Do you need to sleep, mama?” Elia had tried her best to keep her from worrying. “I’ll be fine, darling. We’re all okay.” She always faced her daughter with a tired smile that Rhaenys returned with much more heart.

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Dex was back at the helpdesk on Monday when someone tapped on the open door. He looked over his shoulder, expecting Sam or Nick or someone else from the SRC, but instead it was Nursey, holding his leather jacket.

“Hey, I just wanted to return this…”

“You can come in. The computers don’t bite.”

Nursey huffed out an annoyed breath at the chirp. “Look, I’m just trying to say thank you. I know you don’t like having to deal my drunk ass. And I wasn’t that drunk, so I do remember you getting me back to the dorm.”

“Yeah, well, you’re welcome.”

Nursey handed over the jacket and pulled over a rolling chair, straddling it backwards, chin on his folded arms across the back. “So why haven’t I ever seen you wearing that before? Normally you just wear that canvas Carhartt.”

“The Carhartt is more practical, and I don’t worry about someone spilling cereal on it in the dining hall.”

Nursey’s shoulders tensed, and now that Dex was looking, he was pretty sure Nursey would be flushing if his skin really allowed it to show. Dex certainly saw the expression on his own face often enough to recognize it. “It was just the one time.”

Dex waved a hand. “I’m just chirping. More seriously, people ask me to fix shit often enough that I’d rather not have to worry about what I’m wearing. The leather is like… my one nice thing. And I want to keep it that way.”

Nursey nodded and idly turned the chair back and forth a little. Abruptly, he said, “Why do you hate me?”

Dex blinked at him. “Are we actually going to talk about this?”

“Yeah, I want to know.”

“Dude, I don’t hate you. I just don’t like you very much.”

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