i had to read the article again to remind myself of how great it was

Flashes (Part 1)

Summary: Soulmate AU. “The fault, dear Brutus is not in our stars, / But in ourselves, that we are underlings.” - William Shakespeare (Julius Caesar)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,783

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, angst, sadness, borderline depression, sarcasm, did I mention language? might be hard to read for lonely hearts like me.

A/N: Well, I did it…at least I tried. The lovely @minervaem challenged me (sort of) to do an angsty story, so here we go. I’m warning you now, it’s not gonna be pretty. Anyways, it’s only four parts, so only pre-existing permanent tags will be added to this story. Reminder: If you want to be removed from the permanent tag list you need to msg me! Sorry in advance. There’s four parts to this story.

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

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The Truth Behind “You are My Heaven”

A/N: Hello, my lovelies. This is not a fic, it’s actually a personal story. Or more like a word blurt. But I offered to share it and people seemed interested, so here it is. This is what inspired my fic You Are My Heaven. Spoilers below, I guess, if you haven’t read the fic. Also, I am working on an epilogue, but it might take me a few more days. You’re all wonderful. Read this if you’d like, but no hard feelings if you don’t. I will be tagging my permanent list below, though. Hope no one minds. Here we go. 

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Dangerous Woman Tour Full Review (Including Full Song-By-Song Breakdown and Videos) of

Helloooooo here with my Dangerous Woman Tour Review. It’s ridiculously long so I made it a “Read More” post. Please reblog if you read, because I put a TON of effort into this and therefore would like to spread it to as many people as possible to make this worth it lol. This review includes my opinions on basically every aspect of the show, as well as a song-by-song breakdown and lots and lots of videos. Let me know if you have any questions, I can answer anything!

DISCLAIMER: my opinions literally don’t matter and you may hold different ones and that’s all good you do you

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Missing Parts - 11.

Part 12
Missing Parts Masterlist

Originally posted by threebroomsticks

„Dragons? Are you kidding me, right?” – you almost yelled, eyes widened open as you sat on a bench with Cedric in the courtyard, discussing the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament.

He frowned at your surprise. „I thought you already knew it. Harry told me.”

„I haven’t met him today yet.” – you lied, but in fact, you had. The truth was you barely spoke with him, not because you were in bad terms, it was just eaiser to forget if you haven’t spent too much time with him. Firstly, seeing as he didn’t really care about that you’re avoiding him hurt a little, but at least it helped to move on. „This is insane.” – you continued. – „How should you battle with a dragon? That’s impossible.”

„Thank you for encouraging me.” – he smiled, reminding you what you just said.

„Oh, Godric, I didn’t mean that.” – you said desperately, placing a hand on his shoulder. – „I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” Kissing him on his cheek, you rested your head against his shoulder. A group of Ravenclaw girls threw jealous glances at you as they just came outside, but you already stated to get used to it. You just rolled your eyes when Cho waved to Cedric who waved back. Even if you knew they’re good friends, you still couldn’t like the girl.

The day of the First task came, and you were tired as you couldn’t sleep much last night from being so nervous about Cedric and Harry at the same time. Fortunately, both of them managed to get their golden eggs from the dragon, mostly unharmed.

You spent the afternoon in the Gryffindor common room, which was louder than ever as everybody cheered and celebrated Harry. That was definitely the biggest party you’ve ever been since you came into Hogwarts. After three hours of constant chanting, singing, and dancing you were ready to left as you set a meeting with Cedric earlier. Before you did so, you went to find Harry in the crowd; so many people wanted to speak with him you haven’t got a chance yet. „That trick with the broomstick was awesome, really.” – you said in awe after gave him a quick hug, but he wasn’t amazed at all.

„Yeah, well, if you had helped me too, you wouldn’t be so surprised now.”

Taken aback, you said in a low voice. „Excuse me?”

„Nothing.” – he answered shortly, standing up to leave but you stepped in front of him.

„What is your problem?”

A big sigh left his mouth before he started. „It’s just, you know, Hermione spent all of her free time this week to help me to prepare for the task, and you were nowhere.”

„I didn’t know about it! Why didn’t you tell me?” – your voice became louder with every sentence, but it was desperate. Heads started to turning to your direction.

„Why, oh yes, because you were too busy to avoiding me.” – he snapped, and you opened your mouth to say something, but he already disappeared in the crowd.

Seeing as people still staring, you left the common room quickly, running down to the entrance hall where you meet with Cedric. Your vision was blurry as you tried to choke back your tears, but in the moment when you were close enough to Cedric, you fell into his arms, letting out every teardrop that you were holding back.

„Hey.” – he started slowly, whispering into your ear. „What is it, what’s wrong?” Face buried into his chest and arms clutching around him tightly as you were still sobbing quietly, he was rubbing circles on your back, giving you some time before he asked again. „Talk to me, please.”

As you finally pulled back, looking everywhere but in his eyes, he took your hand and walk with you to an empty classroom where you sat down, Cedric close to you, holding your face in both of his hands so you couldn’t avoid his gaze anymore. „What is it?”

„Harry.” – you mumbled, unable to explain more.

He frowned, eyes darkened as his hands fell off to his lap from your face slowly. „What happened?”

„Nothing… I don’t know.” – tears started to falling down on your cheeks again. „He’s just such an asshole to me lately.”

In the first time since you knew him, you saw as anger was coming into his eyes. „Do you want me to talk to him?”

You chuckled weakly. „No. I can protect myself if it’s necessary.”

„I know you can.” – he smiled finally, wrapping his hands around you and pulling you closer; his face pressed to your forehead.

It took an another five minutes when you finally stopped sobbing. „I’m sorry.”

„What on earth for?” – he pulled back so he could look into your eyes.

„I don’t know, I just never cry in front of people.” – Even if it sounds stupid, you had to say it, because it was true, and being as one your weakness, you never knew how should you feel about it.

Cedric just smiled. „You can trust me, you know that, do you?”

You nodded quickly, trying to switch the topic as it was enough emotional wreck for today. „You were really good today.” – you said, even if you already told that at least three times to him, right after the task.

„Thank you Y/N.  Again.” – you closed your eyes as you chuckled, but when opened them again you saw as he leaned closer. „Can I kiss you?”

Already feeling his hot breath on your lips, you didn’t respond with him words, but closed the tiny gap between you.

Next morning at breakfast you were sitting in front of Ron and Harry, slowly eating your cereal while you were lost in your thoughts about the kiss between you and Cedric last night. Kissess, more precisely, as you were spent hours with each other right after the first. Only Hermione’s angry voice woke you up, as she constantly scolded Rita Skeeter and her article. „Oh, calm down, will you?” – you groaned, putting down your spoon. – „Why do you even care about it, we know it’s a lie.”

„She wrote about you too.”

You snatched the Daily Prophet from her hand so suddenly it’s almost ripped apart. „It seems as Miss Granger’s best friend, Y/N Black (who happened to be the escaped murderer, Sirius Black’s daugther) also only shows interest about Triwizard Champions. According to our unknown sources, Miss Black spent most of her night with Cedric Diggory in a private place after the First Task, where the young girl gladly and succesfully seduced the Hogwarts champion with her kisses.”

When you finished reading out loud, you fastly and angrily crumpled the paper in your hands, tossing it over as far as you could. „Hey!” – you heard a boy’s voice somewhere from the Ravenclaw table.

„I will kill her.”

„Wait!” – Hermione said, gripping you arm as you tried to stand up. – „You didn’t even care about how she knew about it? I mean, she couldn’t be possibly there, could she?”

With furrowed eyebrows, you slowly sat back down, still fuming though.

„You – you really kissed him?” – Harry asked, Ron continued.

„What private place?”

You turned your heads at them, throwing knives with your eyes. „None of your business.”

Ron was confused and surprised, but you couldn’t read anything from Harry’s face; it was almost completely blank. Before you could’ve think too much, Cedric appeared at your table.

„Here to visit your evil seducer?” – you asked, standing up to give him a kiss.

He shook his head, thinking about Ritka Skeeter’s writing. „Actually, I want to speak with Harry. In private.”

„Okay?” – Harry said with a puzzled face as all of you were in a little shock. As you finished your breakfast anyway, you left the Great Hall with Hermione and Ron, leaving the two boys alone.

Trying to not to think about what they may discuss, you turned to Hermione as you were sitting on a couch in the common room. „Are you excited about the Yule Ball?”

Hermione smiled, shaking her head as she opened a book. „Not really. To be honest, I don’t think anybody will ask me.”

„Don’t say that!” – you said almost angrily. – „If I were a boy, I’ve already asked you. Or you know what, maybe I’ll do it anyway.”

She laughed. „I’m sure Cedric will ask you soon.”

Before you could respond, Fred and George appeared from nowhere.

„I hoped it’s just a gossip.” – George said, sitting down next to you, while Fred leaned above you behind the couch.

„Maybe you should choose somebody from our team.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. „Not everything is about Quidditch, you know.”

„Be glad Wood is not here anymore to hear that.”

„All we saying is,” – Fred continued, sitting down next to you too – „you could find someone better easily enough. What about our seeker?”

„Since you’re with Mr. Diggory you haven’t spent time with us at all, you know.” – after George’s words, you looked at Hermione who clearly avoided your gaze, burying her face into her book.

„Look…” – you started, standing up so you could face the twins at the same time. – „I appreciate your… worry, but I can decie who is good enough for me, thank you.” – you concluded, turning around and heading to the other way when you saw Harry came back.

After a moment hesitation, you quickly went to him, stopping far away enough from the others so they couldn’t hear you. „So, uh, what did he want?”

For a split second, you were sure his answer will be something like „It’s none of your business.”, but then he started in a low voice. „He told me about last night. That you were crying because of me.”

You growled, tilting your head back. „I told him there’s no need to speak with you.”

„No, he was right.” – he started, taking a step forward to you. – „I didn’t want to hurt you and made you cry. I’m sorry.”

„I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have ingoring you. Especially now.”

He nodded with a weak smile, but you pulled him into a tight hug. „Oh, come here, you dolt.”

If you thought even for a second earlier that you moved on, or you’re not in love with him, his hug reminded you that you’re as far away from that as it possible.

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a/n: I’m from the U.S., so I have no idea what exams are like anywhere else so I did this based off of my experience! also, i am only 16, so the biology that i have in here is probably very basic but I have not been to college so I don’t know what it’s like at that level. (also that’s not my picture)

Finals. The very word strikes fear in the heart of every college student across the world. It can make or break your class grade. They are single most important tests of your life, all packed into one week. Most people start studying weeks before. And here I was, cramming in every single piece of information I had learned about biology in my lifetime.

“I just don’t understand!” I groaned as I slammed my head onto the textbook. The flash cards I had been using scattered all over the desk and fell to the floor. Pictures of me that were on the desk rattled from the impact. I was studying at my boyfriend Shawn’s place because it was my only quiet place, and I never got to see him.

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Hii, I’m so so so sorry for the long wait for this chapter. Also I’m sorry that this one is a bit sloppy. It’s not proofread so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes in there. I hope you enjoy it though, and please let me know what you think about it. xxx

Chapter three

“So you talked to her, right?” Gemma asked from where she was leaned against the counter.
Of course she would ask again. Harry was currently munching on some muesli that his sister always had in her cupboard. He wasn’t a big fan of muesli but whenever he felt a bit too tired or a bit too lazy he made himself some of that crunchy stuff because it was super healthy and Harry did like to eat and live healthy.
“I did.” he answered when he was finished chewing some of his breakfast.
“And you guys are okay again?” Gemma looked at him almost sternly.
“Yes, Gemma.”
On the inside Harry was rolling his eyes. He hated the fact that Gemma was talking about Y/N so much. He thought about her more than enough so he did not need his sister to keep reminding him of the girl he can’t have.
“Does she think that as well?”
Harry placed the spoon he was eating with down with a piercing sound and looked at his sister. She was almost scared when she saw how his eyes turned that tiny bit more green and his jaw was tense. But then she remembered that he was her little brother and she knew that he wet his bed once when he was twelve and-

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Studying in Vet School

Vet school is not the easiest degree and therefore requires a lot of time (which we don’t have), dedication (which we must have) and motivation (which can be non-existent), in order to be successful. Now, there is no secret formula on how to study as everyone learns differently but, here are some study tricks, tips and techniques that may be useful.

To type or  not to type…

I was previously a hand-writing notes kinda gal but have recently changed my ways. I used to print off the lecture slides prior to class and then would annotate, scribble and highlight all over them during the lecture. After class, I would then write out the scribbles I had taken into coherent notes with diagrams etc. This method had successfully gotten be through vet school up until this year.

With the increasing volume of information I am expected to learn, I have found that typing is much more efficient. If I type during lectures, it saves me from having to re-write them like I previously did. I edit them, add additional information and pictures and then print them off. This also allows me more time to actually learn and understand the information. The added bonus of typing is that your notes are easy to put onto a tablet or to access from computers on prac or when you graduate using DropBox, Google Drive etc. 

Originally posted by meowanime

Textbooks; worth it or a waste of money?

I love textbooks and still call on my beloved Dyce for an anatomy refresher or Zachary and McGavin for a pathological process. I am head-over-heels for Ettinger’s Textbook for Veterinary Internal Medicine. I think it is a brilliant investment for your career. 

Textbooks are a good resource to have though they are very expensive. I suggest trying to source online PDFs if your pennies are tight, or have a look on Abe Books (secondhand books) or the Book Depository (may be cheaper than retail). 

If you aren’t too sure before you pass over your precious dollars, check out your vet school’s library for a copy and see if you think it will be a valuable resource for your collection or turn to the Vetblr community for advice on what they think is a brilliant reference or a review on a particular book!

Originally posted by lovely-lenne

Go to your lectures 

Seriously, go to lectures. Even if they are recorded, still go. You will be in an environment surrounded by other people who are engaged in a lecture which can encourage you to concentrate as opposed to sitting at home and watching it with a million and one distractions. I know some people learn better in a home environment (and fall asleep in lectures) and that is totally fine, but for me, being present in the lecture is way more beneficial. Plus, if you are at home listening to a lecture, you may miss out on your professor imitating a horse walking with Stringhalt!

Originally posted by black-suits-my-soul

Concentration is the key

I am sure that I am not the only one who sits there reading the same sentence of their equine orthopaedics notes over and over again because they are too busy thinking about how amazing cats are (am I right!?). I am also sure that I am not the only one who sits there typing notes to be seen 2 minutes later on Facebook or Tumblr. 

We all have those moments (sometimes days), where you just seriously cannot concentrate whatever the heck you do. When I am having one of these bouts, I put time restrictions on myself. I find that when I do this, I tend to stay more focused at the task at hand. The Pomodoro Technique is brilliant. You study for 25 minutes and then take a 5 minute break. Repeat this 4 times and then take a 10 minute break, then start again. This way you are giving yourself a little reward after making your brain work really hard for those 25 minutes. There are some pretty cute apps out there as well for it!

Originally posted by firstars

Suffering from the zero motivation thing?

Books? Check! Laptop? Check! Highlighters? Check! Motivation? ….. Now you can be all set and ready to go but what is the point when as soon as you open that first page on your pathology textbook you just have absolutely no interest in what you are doing. Not only does this result in a miserable you, it also isn’t productive at all. I go through this from time to time where I just kick myself for wanting to be a vet and dragging myself through 6 years of uni and just can’t stand the thought of another second of cattle reproduction. 

Best thing to do when this happens is do not force yourself to study. It just makes everything a whole heck worse. Take a break (even if you literally just sat down to study). Go for a walk, go play with your pet, talk to a friend or call family. If I am really not happy, then I watch an episode of The Supervet or All Creatures Great and Small or take a trip down memory lane and look at photos from my past few years at vet school. Little things that remind you why you want to be here are sometimes all you need to get yourself into gear. 

Originally posted by therainbowoverme

Organisation is also the key 

I don’t know about you, but if I have everything in files with dividers, books with labelled sticky tabs in a categorical order in my bookshelf and an assortment of stationery I just feel like everything is right in the world. Having your notes prepared and stored in an orderly manner makes it easier for you to access information and is a good habit to get into yearly on in the degree. Also organise your computer files in a logical manner and back them up too! I still frequently reach for notes from previous years and it helps that I know where everything is. 

Originally posted by autumnsunset

Exams - that one word that strikes fear in all vet students

Preparation is key. I try and start studying for finals about a month before my first exam. This easier said than done because in that month, because you are still learning new material whilst going over older stuff. I write a list of topics to be covered before the exam for each unit and tick them off as I go.

I use my typed notes as guide and draw on textbooks and journal articles to incorporate my understanding of topics into a massive mindmaps on A3 paper. I find hand writing mind maps and drawing out anatomy, diseases etc really reinforces what I learn’t throughout the semester. 

Originally posted by writingbox

Feel free to add anymore tips or tricks that you may have and happy studying!

The Night Is Young - Peter Parker x (f)Reader

Originally posted by happilyenverafter

Words: 1815 (yep. This imagine helped me get over writers block XD)
Pairing: Peter Parker x (f)Reader
Featuring: Mary Jane Watson, kinda featuring an OC named Oliver Vega.
Warnings: Talk of death, talk of car accident, sad reader
Requested: no, sorreh. It was to help me get over writers block!
Author’s Note: So this is based off the song The Night Is Young by The Summer Set and you can check it out here! Basically the summary is you, Mary Jane and Peter are seniors in high school and three years ago something sad happened.

Masterlist. Request List.

What happened to the homecoming king?  She thinks about him every September.  

Don’t give up when you’re down. Don’t look back on your life like it’s over now. Sure, we’re all gonna die, the time will come. And maybe the old days are gone, but the night is young.

You sighed when you shifted through the box you kept in your closet. You didn’t want to look at it, but alas, there it was, the words staring right back at you.

What happened to the homecoming king?” The title read. Sure, it was a sad story, but the title was trying to lighten the mood. Plus, it wasn’t as if they were highlighting about where he went. They were honoring him and his life. They would have never even published it without yours and his parent’s approval.

You sat against your wall as you looked through it. You were supposed to be getting ready for the dance, but would it really be a problem if you read the article once more? You only see it every few months when you looked through the box.

“(Y/N)?” Your best friend walked into your room.

“Hey M,” You sighed and looked back down at the paper that was sitting in your hands.

“Okay, you never call me that, what’s going on?” Mary Jane set her purse on your bed then looked back to where you were sitting, “Oh, you found the article again.”

“I-I can’t go to homecoming,” You sighed.

“No, you need to!” Mary Jane told you, “He would want you to.”

“But, it always ends up making me sad.”

“Darling,” Mary Jane started as she sat down next to you, “There is nothing you can do to change the past. And as much as I miss him too, we need to remember the best parts of him. Oliver would want you to go to homecoming; Oliver would want you to see that crown again, because even if he isn’t here anymore, you will always be his queen,” She smiled and rubbed your back.

You nodded. “I just miss him.”

You started to read the article that was in your hands, your passed boyfriend’s name, Oliver Vega, at the top; directly next to the headline.

Just Saturday night, Midtown High School held their annual Homecoming Dance. The king and queen were crowned for the freshmen, Oliver Vega and (Y/N) (L/N), and being the it couple, it was adorable. Everyone was sure they would last a lifetime and have a perfect life. But that lifetime was sadly cut short. When the couple left the school, they had to cross the street to get to their car. Mr. Vega offered to get the car for his queen, but when he crossed the street, tragedy struck. He had the right of way, but a driver did not see him, and he was hit. Taken directly to the hospital, but he did not make it. Oliver Vega’s memory will live on and be honored at every homecoming, says Midtown High School principal.

“I thought you told me you weren’t going to read it,” Mary Jane chuckled.

“I can’t help it; it’s the last published thing about Oli…”

Mary Jane stood up and took the paper from you, setting it back in the box. She held her hands out to you and pulled you up, wiping your tears away when you stood in front of her. “Let’s get ready for the dance, yeah? Your dress is cute; you’ll look great. Let’s have some fun; I’m sure Oliver would want us to.”

You nodded, even though you still weren’t totally on board, Mary Jane wanted you to go. And her being your best friend, it was hard to escape.

Everyone would think every single senior would be out on the dance floor, having the time of their lives. But with you, it was the exact opposite.

You sat on the bleachers closest to the wall so you could lean against it. Your homecoming dress was nothing too surprising, but it was pretty, and the small dress allowed you to sit down in it. You watched everyone on the dance floor smiling and laughing, and all you could do was see the memories of you and Oliver just three years before.

“You don’t need to sit with me, Mary Jane, I can take care of myself,” You reassured her. You didn’t want to make her sit the dance out too; she had been waiting for this.

“Are you sure?” Mary Jane asked, “I’ll stay here with you if you want me to.”

“Every other dance we attend you always sit it out. This is senior year, have fun and let me sulk. Oli cared about you too; you were his friend, and I think he wouldn’t like seeing you not out there, ruling the school,” You grabbed her hand, “Plus, you need to go win your crown.”

Mary Jane smiled, “Okay, but if you need anything, don’t be afraid to text me. I know how hard this is for you.” She stood up and walked off to go dance.

You continued to watch, smiling when you saw your best friend shoot some looks at you as she was asked to dance by many people.

I’m really feeling some pizza from the cafeteria. You texted her, and she turned to look at you with a laugh.

I’ll go get some for us; you stay here!

Mary Jane picked up a few pieces of pizza for you and her, and when she turned to walk out, she ran into someone.

“I am so sorry!” She yelled, but quickly realized who she ran into, “Oh, Peter, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m all right,” Peter smiled, “How’s the dance going?”

“It’s fun, but I feel sorry for leaving (Y/N),” Mary Jane sighed, “That’s actually who I was grabbing the pizza for.”

“Oh, yeah, I saw her. Is she alright? What’s going on?”

“She’s just thinking about Oliver again…you know, it’s a hard time for her,” Mary Jane told him. Everyone knew what happened, but tended to be quiet about it.

“Oh, oh right!” Peter said, mentally cursing at himself for making Mary Jane bring it up, “Sorry, I forgot.”

Mary Jane patted his shoulder with a smile, “I should get back to (Y/N).”

“D-do you possibly want me to take her her food? I’m not doing anything, plus, you’re running for queen, so you should be out there trying to win it.”

“Sounds like the same conversation I had with her,” She laughed, “Sure, Peter, I bet (Y/N) would love someone else to talk to tonight,” She handed Peter the pizza, and he smiled and walked out.

You and Peter were lab partners in science, but you barely knew anything about him. Ever since homecoming three years ago, you got shy and quiet. You didn’t typically open up easily anymore.

Peter smiled when he saw you and reminded himself that he had to be careful of what he said. “Hey, (Y/N)!” Peter sat down next to you, “Here’s your pizza.”

“Thanks…” You hesitantly took the plate, “Uh, where’s Mary Jane?”

Peter smiled, “I ran into her and told her she needs to be with the people she is soon to win over, plus, I wanted to talk to you.”

“Really?” You asked as you bit into your pizza, “Why?”

“I’ve known you for over four years, but I don’t really know you,” Peter sighed, “And you aren’t dancing, neither am I, so I thought I would talk to you!”

“That’s sweet, Peter, but if you want to go dance I can look out for myself-”

“I don’t want to dance; I want to be here with you,” Peter took a bite of his own pizza as he snuck a smile at you.

“Thank you,” You nodded.

“I’m curious about you, (Y/N), let’s really get to know each other!” Peter suggested.

You laughed a bit. You had remembered Peter as one to be shy and quiet, rarely talking. But here he was, talking the night away. “Did you want to dance? I thought I had seen you dance before-”

You cut him off by shaking your head, “I haven’t danced at a school event since Oliver left.”

“O-oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring him up!” Peter apologized profusely. For some reason, that thought never left his mind and didn’t want to open up a wound.

“You’re fine, Peter, I think about him every September, sometimes it helps to talk about him. Gosh, I miss him,” You sighed.

“If you want to change subjects, we can-”

“You know, after Oli left I didn’t know what to do with my life. My best friend and my boyfriend were gone. Of course, I had Mary Jane who was an amazing and still is an amazing support, but it’s different. I didn’t want to go to school without his hand in mine, and,” You realized you were holding back tears after this point. Talking about him helped your heart calm down a little, but it still hurt.

“Hey, take a deep breath,” Peter grabbed your hand. You didn’t take a breath like he said, you just kept staring down at your lap almost in tears, “(Y/N), please look at me…”

You moved your head slowly to make eye contact with Peter. By now Peter had both of your hands in his, “Don’t give up when you’re down. Don’t look back on your life like it’s over now,” Peter told you.

“W-What?” You asked as a single tear went down your cheek.

“Sure, we’re all gonna die, the time will come,” Peter wasn’t filtering himself anymore, you didn’t know how to react to his comment about death, so you just let him talk.

“Peter..?” You whispered.

And maybe, the old days are gone, but the night is young,” Peter spoke, but then realized what he said, and covered his mouth. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking…”

“No, Peter, thank you,” You nodded, this time making him look at you, “I needed to hear that. Oliver would want me to move on; that’s how he was. Thank you,” You smiled for one of the few times that night.

“A-are you sure you don’t want to dance?” Peter pointed at the floor.

“That depends, am I stuck dancing alone or are you going to be by my side?” You raised an eyebrow and caused Peter to laugh, “Let’s go!”

Only a few songs after you went on the dancefloor, it was time for homecoming king and queen announcements. You had helped Mary Jane with this for the past few weeks, but you weren’t exactly sure why she wanted it so bad. But when she won, she made a comment about her last time to truly remember Oliver, and you couldn’t think of any other friend you would want.

After the announcements and hugging your best friend, Peter walked back over to you when a slow song started to play. “I know I will never be Oliver, and I know I can’t be, but would you like to dance with me?”

Mary Jane smiled and put your hand in Peter’s, “She would love to, and I think Oliver would approve,” She started to walk away, but before she left, she whispered in your ear, “You’re welcome.”

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anonymous asked:

hiiii can you write something where you're famous as well and a really negative article about harry comes out and you want to take it down so you and your team talk to whoever posted it but they demand a story of yours instead and you give them something really personal and then harry finds out? (sorry it's so specific it's based on a dream I had haha)

This Is Going To Kill Him (Harry Styles Imagine)

Summary: There is a rude article written about Harry, and Y/N using the power she has in Hollywood (she is well known also), takes down the article and shares a personal story about herself to hopefully help others, and even posts a loving picture talking about the ‘real Harry Styles’.

Requested: yes

Warnings: partial swearing, mention of depression, insecurities, and eating disorders

A/N: Y/B/F/N= your best friend’s name

Sorry I have been inactive over the weekend, I’ve been busy this past weekend, but I’m back! Again, thank you for all the support and love you all give to me. Thank you soooo much! Requests are still open, and I will be updating my series this week!

“This is going to kill him”, Y/N says as she puts the laptop on the counter in front of her, gets up, and walks over into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“I’m sorry for coming over here so early” Y/B/F/N says looking at the clock that reads 8:37am, “I just thought you would want to know, so you can maybe prevent Harry from reading it”.

“Thank you for showing me. It’s just so frustrating how someone can write absolute trash that has no actual facts or truth to it, and can just destroy someone’s character and not even get in trouble about it. Yes, I know we have right to freedom of speech, but that doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole. Like this” Y/N says walking over to the living room to grab her laptop again and reads the article,

“Harry Styles spotted out with girlfriend, Y/N. We use the term girlfriend very, VERY, loosely, as you have seen Styles’s track record. But Y/N may be different as we have seen them together more than two minutes, we mean, weeks. We don’t understand what Y/N sees in him. We over here on WEGOSSIP, couldn’t date someone who has been with over thirty of forty women before us. Harry doesn’t even deny it! In one of his latest interviews, the interviewer asked what the boys are looking forward to when they go on their break, and Harry said how he sleeps in different beds every night, and it will be nice to sleep in his own bed on his time off!”

“That’s not even all he said, or what he said, or what he meant!” Y/N says angrily. “He said he misses sleep in his own bed because of tour they have to move from hotel to different hotel every single night. He miss familiarity.”

“Not to be insensitive, but, this is what comes with fame. Don’t you think Harry is used to it almost by now?” Y/B/F/N asks cautiously.

“You’re right to an extent. People will lie and be cruel and hate you, but this article, the people who write it get paid for it. They aren’t just being what people call haters, but they are professional article writers who are destroying someone’s character.” Y/N says.

“It just hurts, because it reminds of like four years ago, when I found Harry reading mean comments people wrote about his performance. Harry was performing, and he didn’t have breath control when he hit a note, so he didn’t hit it like he usually does.  He was beating himself up all night after the performance. He secluded himself from everyone in his room. When I walked in, I found his phone screen smashed across the room and him with his hand in his hands. He was in tears. He believed all the nasty things people were saying about him. He actually looked me in the eyes, and asked me if he was a good enough singer. We weren’t dating at the time, just friends, but it hurt to see him like that, so insecure, so broken. He was so close to giving up doing what he loved because of people’s opinions.” Y/N says sadly.

“This article isn’t just hating on him, they are trying to destroy him. I mean look at the title of the article “HARRY STYLES: ROLEMODEL OR MANWHORE?” Y/N says pointing to the screen.

“So, what are you going to do?” Y/B/F/N asks.

“I have connections to people who can order to take it down. But after, we will give the attention that Harry deserves, we will show people who the real Harry Styles is. The loving, caring, gentlemen he is.” Y/N says smiling.

~On Clever News, at 3:47pm~
“Y/N is possibly one of the best girlfriends in our books”, Mariam reports, “Recently today the internet went into a frenzy when a false and hateful article went out about our favorite dimpled green eye cutie, calling him a manwhore, and misquoting him.”

The YouTube video cuts to pictures of snippets from the article, and Mariam explaining what the article said, and showing where the article had misquoted him.

“Awful right?” Mariam continues as the video shows her again, “But miss Y/N was not having it. One of our favorite singer turned actress, shut that article AND website down.”

Again, the video cuts to the public statement that the article writers put out saying they are pulling down the article, and posting a very personal story about her, which Y/N requested herself happens, in which it talks about Y/N dealing with her struggles of loving herself, and being bullied in high school.”

“In the article she says,

“In school I got really badly bullied. It all started in middle school when I was taller than all the other girls. I went through puberty earlier. I remember the girls making fun of me because of my height, my acne, braces, and my glasses. I stopped eating, I stopped talking to people around me. In high school it just got worse. My body type wasn’t right, my style wasn’t right. It seemed not matter how much I changed myself, I didn’t fit in. Then one day, I got really sick of stories where the prince always saves the girl. Why couldn’t the girl save herself? So, that’s what I did. I changed my story. I lived life on my own terms, I saved myself for myself.”

“So incredibly inspiring” Mariam says, “but, she didn’t stop there, after the article was released, she wrote a loving caption to a picture she posted shortly ago about her boyfriend, saying…”

“My love, there are many people who are hateful. There are many people who are always going to find something wrong with you. But you have taught me to just love. I love you so much. You have been nothing but a respectful gentlemen, and boyfriend to me these past months we’ve been dating. I am so lucky to have first met you on X Factor, to becoming really close friends over the past few years, to now soulmates these past few months. I love you with all of my heart Harry Styles, never forget that.”

“And she even started the Hashtag #ILoveYouHarry, which is now trending internationally, with fans flooding Harry with support, and love”.

“Ugh”, Mariam jokes around groaning, “Can you feel my heart melting?” she jokingly asks.

“Tell us what you think in the comments below about…”, and before the video could end Harry shuts it off.
Harry brings Y/N into his side, and kisses the top of her forehead as they sit on the couch.

“You didn’t have to do all that.” Harry says finally breaking the silence, “It wasn’t a big deal, interviewers make those rude passive aggressive comments all the time”.

“Yeah, but, I have the platform to tell people that it’s not okay. That we need to treat each other with respect. That it doesn’t matter who you are, where you come from, what skin color you are, what social class you are, what gender, religion, or sexuality you are, that we are all equal, we are all human, and we all deserve respect.”

Harry looks deeply into Y/N’s eyes for a minute. Y/N has never been the one to speak a lot, she is usually the listener, while Harry is the talker.

“What?” Y/N says blushing away from the gorgeous green eyes staring at her.

“I love you. I love your heart, your passion, everything. Every day, you just give me another reason to love you. God, Y/N I just fucking love you.”

“I love you too Harry. Never, ever forget that.” Y/N says while snuggling into his side looking up at him.

“I won’t baby.” Harry promises, kissing her forehead.


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How You Are Failing Trans People of Color — Human Development Project
An Open Letter to Those Passively Supporting Oppressive Structures
By hafsa musa

this is an open letter to oppressive structures and all who support them by not explicitly fighting against them.

i am twenty, queer, non-gender conforming, trans, black, mentally ill, and despite being college educated and situated in america, i do not expect to live long.

the news reminds me to be realistic. in 2012 police officers killed an average of two black men a week. in 2013, the national coalition of anti-violence programs reported that there were over 2,000 reported incidents of anti-LGBTQA+ violence in america. 72% of lgbtqia+ homicides were against trans women. 89% of those were transgender women of color. when not consistent from previous years, these statistics rise.

i, too, am rising. every week my eyes climb higher as i watch the number of murdered black people, especially trans women of color, increase, and i see myself in their glassing eyes. i see my brother’s withering smile in the name of kamal dajani, 26, from texas, and i text him, daily, to remind him that i love him more than i know how to (more than anything else in this goddamn world) because every day could be the last day he’ll be alive to read it.

i call my father about nothing at all, closing my eyes as i listen to him chatter, trying to memorize the salt-and-pepper scruff at his chin and the way he squints in booming, heartfelt laughter. i sing my mother songs on the telephone and record conversations with her on long rides and write down the name of her favorite perfume. i write letters every day to the people i love, desperately attempting to capture enough of myself in ink so that when my time comes there will be more to remember me by than just a number, a name, a grainy photo from the seventh grade. my lack-of life expectancy comfortably simmers from pale paranoia to a hard-shelled fact. i am going to die, young. fact.

every week i watch the bodies pile up surrounded by the mourning circles of their families, friends, partners, allies. outside of myself i watch their tears climb back upwards into the corners of their eyes as they are ridiculed into silence, their lips boil down from slate into granite into hard, black lines cut into the skin where their mouths should as the media’s shadow passes over them time and time again, in favor of news anchors defaming of the women lost too soon by calling them perverse men.

we are failing to trans women of color and people of color because we do not recognize their humanity until they are already absent.

i wonder how the loved ones left behind save the dead in their heads. i wonder if the people they’ve lost expected to be taken and planned ahead, left behind boxes of perfume-tinted love notes and birthday photos and pages torn from their journals. i wonder if they did the work to make themselves real, and then i wonder why these women had to prove their existence in the first place.

and i watch the anger climb, too.

it’s a shared ascent into rage. we walk it together, because to not dare the path — to abstain from the gravel and the thistles and the hemlock choked roadside — is an act of submission. all of us hoofing it onto higher ground, every breath is resistance.

black queer anger is breathtaking by nature because the people who accept it are not to be fucked with. black anger is a middle finger in white god’s face and a million voices shouting, “you can catch these hands, too.” it is the lifeblood of movements, liquid and scalding, ripping up normative foundations and eroding away oppression disguised as tradition. it is beautiful because it is unafraid of being ugly. and in its ugliness it can be unbearably true and awesome.

there is amazing work being done by angry black people. angry black people are mobilizing. angry black people are chewing up what’s been tearing them down. angry black people always have been and will always continue to be at the heart of the onslaughts against oppressive structures, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t tired. it doesn’t mean our shoulders aren’t sore from all this lifting up. doesn’t mean we wouldn’t like to lay down awhile and just breathe out all this calamity and just be.

trouble is, i fear that we are forgetting how to be. i know i am. the days i don’t write or call home the paranoia comes creeping in, cruel and kudzu-like, and strings me up by the lungs. sometimes i lay in bed all day. sometimes it’s hard to breathe from all that anticipation. when i find myself able to speak you can clearly see the crests of arcing vines and hear their restless shuffle.

i do not know if i know how not to be paranoid, and i am uncertain if it matters at all.

what does matter when every day could be the funeral? what is there for me, you, us to do than strangle rosaries and burn?

i do not know if i know how not to be paranoid, and i am certain it matters a great deal.

my question is: to who? certainly not to you. because you will read this and walk away. you will not burn. you will keep your white gods aright and breathe easy.

meanwhile we will be wrathful, watching you do nothing.

hafsa musa is a black, queer, nonbinary writer and poet. please support the artist and anti-police brutality movements by liking this article, sharing it with friends, and financially supporting them and the Black Lives Matter movement(s).

daedraqueen  asked:

Hiii <3 My birthday is the 26th of October and I was wondering if you could do a Sexy/Nervously graceful Katniss doing a strip tease for Peeta, and falls over the chair/coffee table, bed etc (You choose :3) and getting all scowl-ly and embarrassed and for Peeta to be all 'I know your embarrassed but let me show you how much you turned me on' Obviously rated M or E depending heheh heres hoping <3 Thankies :3

Originally posted by flawlassglam

Happy birthday @daedraqueen, and thanks for the most interesting prompt. We hope we did it justice for you!

Come Undone

Rated M

A hard body pressing against my back pulls me pleasurably from my slumber. Hot lips tease the nape of my neck, wandering hands sneak under the sheets to wrap around me. I sigh, but not a sigh of dissent. I crack an eye open to focus on the clock. Peeta’s home much earlier than I expected. It’s only just past midnight. As if sensing I’m awake, he rolls me over, and I can’t help but snicker.

My husband is drunk.

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Want to be a hafidh?

Learning and studying to be one? More like struggling to be one?

Alhamdulillah. May Allah make you one soon! Amin

Since I have posted a couple of articles where I spoke about my experience during my hifdh course, I got a number of queries regarding it. This isn’t the full one I promised to write about, but last night a friend of mine told me the struggle she is going through and it reminded me of something that I wanted everyone to be reminded of as well.

When I was doing my hifdh course, it was at the verge of my mother’s (Allah yer7ama) death. I started for a couple of months already when she was diagnosed of her illness. 

If you have been reading my articles then you will remember how my mother found me my shaykha. Alhamdulillah. Since she was operated for her illness, I had to chop my time from my hifdh to take care of my mom, but what was so beautiful with my mother was, she never failed to remind me to revise and study beside her.

When she was in the hospital, I was with her and so was my studies. I got the table beside her filled with my books and notes and I did have consistent phone calls and video calls with my shaykha therein so that I couldn’t miss my hifdh course. 

My mom never complained rather she kept reminding me and kept encouraging me, I remember her being shocked when I started writing the Basmallah in full arabic infront of her, she couldn’t believe that moment so she had to call my cousin who was literate in arabic to tell her I wrote it correctly, and the expression on my mom’s face during that time was priceless. 

What I am trying to say her is that to be able to go with this course, you have to have a strong support coming from your family, I really do consider myself blessed as I had my mom along with this journey compared to the orphans I hear who do so well in this course. Alhamdulillah.

When my mom’s death came, it was a horror for me, but whenever I miss her, I miss the Qur’an. Whenever I cry, I find comfort only through the Qur’an. Whenever I am about to give up because it was becoming hard for me to retain the words of Allah in my heart, I remember her words, “go and revise so you will understand, you have to revise as much as you want us to see each other again in the Hereafter.” So when I feel like giving up, I remember her telling me not to, and so Qur’an and Allah became my refuge in that darkest moment of my life.

In my journey without her by my side already, I found in the books an inspiring man who made me understand the words of my mom when she said “revise so you will understand”. 

This man was amongst the children of the Sahabah Radiyallahu Anhum, and this is the answer I have for those who asked me what made you kept going on doing that course?

He was Abdullah Ibn Amr, the son of Amr Ibn Al ‘As RA and Raitah Bint Munabbih Bin Al Hajjaj As Sahmi RA.

When Abdullah embraced Islam, many verses and chapters of the Qur’an had been revealed, so what he used to do was to memorize and write it down from the Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam and his sahabah RA.

He kept company with Zaid Ibn Thabit RA. Abdullah indeed had a special place for the Qur’an in his heart. He would hardly left off reading the Qur’an for more than an hour and he was so zealous in memorizing the whole Qur’an. 

But what is amazing with him was he did not memorize it simply in order to have it preserved in his memory, rather he memorized it in order to fill up his heart with it and to be an obedient slave because he had “understood” what he had preserved in his mind.

He wanted to preserve it not only in his mind but in his heart so that this preservation can come naturally within his actions. Allahu’akbar. He held such soul filled with certainty with every word of the Qur’an. It is said that whenever Paradise was mentioned to him, it was as if he could see it with his own eyes and whenever the Fire was mentioned, it was as if he could hear its raging and blowing. 

And whenever he would recite the Qur’an, it was so emotional, it was full of feelings that one can feel the humility, gentleness, happiness and pleasure. Something a person who truly understands the words of the Qur’an can only achieve. A person who reads it with all of his faculties and comprehended it with all of his being and so he finds that all the pleasures of life are in no comparison to this pleasure (e.g being satisfied of Allah as your Lord, blessing of Islam, remembrance of Allah).

Abdullah indeed showcased that Qur’an was not revealed simply for the purpose of recitation even thought its recitation is the best form of remembrance of Allah still, it came as a course of action to be followed - this was the principle Abdullah Ibn Amr RA had and implemented during his life. 

It was through learning about his life that I was able to hold on and get inspired to learn more about the Qur’an. I wanted to preserve it the way Abdullah Ibn Amr had. May Allah grant us such ability. Amin

Indeed, sometimes Allah takes away someone from our life that we couldn’t think of losing to replace it with something we could have never imagined. Alhamdulillah.

So I advise you, learn the Qur’an do not just simple “memorize the qur’an” If you would notice, the hadith says “The best among you (Muslims) are those who learn the Qur'an and teach it.”[Sahih Bukhari 545]  - it did not mention or say “memorize the Qur’an”. 

When the heart would understand, so will the mind and so the actions will come naturally, and when teaching it’s not usually the academic teachings that leaves a great impact but it is usually the manners and the actions of your teacher. 

That’s why it says learn it coz when you’ll learn it, your manners and actions will teach it even without uttering a sound

And in learning, you get to understand and reflect from it, unlike in mere memorizing, you just memorize even if you do not understand it. 

Life is full of obstacles, if ever you find yourself going through hardships in whatever aspect you are trying to excel and achieve in, be reminded of the lives of these great people (the Sahabah), they are the closest one we should find inspirations from. 

The struggle is real but remember Jannah is so much worth this struggle.

So strive hard, O Muslim.

See to it you leave this world, with a bag full of good deeds that would benefit you in the Hereafter.  

May Allah help us reach our goals that would benefit us and stray us away from things that are of no benefit for us.



References on the story of Abdullah Ibn Amr:
Life of Ibn Amr, Child Companions of the Prophet, Ibn Hajr al-Asqalani, al-Isaba fî Tamyîz al-Sahaba

Someone [pt.1]

This is my first Lucaya fic but man Texas is giving me feels. I’ll be posting this and the subsequent parts onf AO3 and ff.net as well under the username shippershape. This story takes place in their senior year of high school, and while I tried not to change the characters too much, they’ve grown up a little.  

“Huckleberry. Stop.” Maya mumbles into the pages of her textbook. Her eyes are closed, and she’s trying, trying to sleep. But Lucas pokes her again, hard enough that she shoots upright in her seat, rubbing her arm and glaring at him.

“Do you want to die?” She wonders, narrowing her eyes. He smiles widely, only faltering a little when she lets out an audible growl.

“Um, no. But we’re really close to finishing this, and then we can just go home.” He gestures at their project, papers and books strewn across the library table. They’d been partnered up for a History assignment when Riley got the flu, and Cory knew there was no way she would be back in time for the presentation on Monday. So he partnered Lucas with Maya and told Farkle to work with Zay. So far neither duo have managed to kill each other, although both have had a few close calls. In the years that they’ve all been friends, Farkle and Zay continued to vie for the official title of Lucas’ best friend.

Once, when Lucas was drunk and Maya was sitting on a beer stained couch at some party they couldn’t remember who’d hosted, he had admitted that it was her.

“This is fun.”

He’s slurring and she laughs, because Lucas when he’s drunk is like a golden retriever. He smiles a lot more, and sometimes he slobbers.

“Sure, Fido.”

He’s never understood that nickname. But then he’d stopped trying to keep track of them all a long time ago. Riley doesn’t party much, and she isn’t here tonight. Lucas and her broke up again, a week ago. Maya was supposed to come to this party with Farkle and Smackle, and Lucas just showed up. Not that she minds. He’s right, this is fun.

“You’re my best friend.” He mumbles, reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder. He’s staring at her, serious, but he’s drunk and she can’t help a snort.

“What? We don’t even like each other that much.” She rolls her eyes. She doesn’t move his hand though. She never does.

“It’s not Farkle, and it’s not Zay. You’re my best friend Maya.” His blue eyes are a little unfocused, but it suddenly isn’t funny anymore. He means it, she knows he does. And not in a wide group of best friends way, the very important, one on one, I need you in my life kind of way.

“Riley is my best friend.” She reminds him. He looks so sad that she can almost swear she hears her stupid, soft heart break. She shouldn’t care. “But you can be second, if you don’t tell anyone.” He won’t even remember this in the morning.

He considers that for a moment.

“Okay.” He moves his hand from his shoulder, holding it out to her. She takes it, chuckling when he shakes her hand, firmly. “Deal.”

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Distance: Part 3

It’s here. It’s here! I’m very happy with this part. It went exactly how I wanted it too. A little insight into Harry. A big jump in time but unless we wanted a full novel, it was necessary. 

A few things. I’m not big on switching POV’s unless I really feel like the story needs it, so you won’t be seeing any Harry POV’s in this story. I’m sorry if that is disappointing, but I really think this story doesn't need it. I like seeing it through y/n eyes. Also, I hope to have the next part up in a few days, but I am learning not to make promises. We had a rough week and I feel like I let my readers down by being late. Just know it’s in the works and coming as soon as I get it done. 

All the Love, 


Part 1    Part 2


Another new adventure, another new chapter. After a few months of living with my sister in Manchester, I finally settled into Stage 3. Jamie has named this stage the Fuck You, I’m Too Good For You Anyway stage. After picking myself up of the metaphorical floor, I put my nose in the air and threw myself into my work. I reached out to my contacts and took any job I was offered. Before, I usually stayed in or near London, but in the last two years, I have taken jobs all over the world. I have traveled from Paris to LA and just about everywhere in between.

This is the first time I have been to NYC. I’m no stranger to big cities as I have lived in London since I was 17. I had picked up a few gigs with MTV. They had some photographers on staff but they needed some extra. Having MTV in my portfolio looked good.  

I took the elevator up to the offices after getting squared away with security. I was meeting with the editor of their online publications and the staff I was going to be working with over the next few weeks.

The editor was a lot younger than I expected, as well as most of the staff. She was giving me a tour of the offices when I suddenly spotted a familiar face. I wondered if I could turn around and run without causing a scene. Before I could even take a step away, our eyes met.

“Y/N!” Gemma Styles jumped up from the desk she was leaning on. “Oh my gosh. How are you?” She rushed over and was pulling me into a hug before I could say anything.

“I’m great.” I returned her hug. “How are you?” The awkwardness between us wasn’t as strong as last time since so much time had past.

“I’m good, good. What are you doing here?” She gestured to the offices around us. The editor had to take a call, so she left me in the capable hands of Gemma.

“I’m picking up some work here for a few weeks. I could ask the same of you?”

“I have an opinion blog on their website. I don’t usually come to the offices but sometimes I come in for meetings.” She explained. “You’re here for a few weeks? We should really catch up.” I nodded in agreement. I always got along with Gemma and I missed the friendship we had shared.

“I have a shoot tonight that I picked up since I am in town, but maybe we could do coffee tomorrow morning?” I offered.

“It’s a date, lady!” We exchanged numbers and set a time.

It’s been over two years since I had last seen Harry, but I still missed him. I know it was silly to long for a relationship that really never was even a relationship, but he has something special about him. There is this magnetism that just draws you to him. I followed his career and loved everything they had done recently. When Zayn left the band, I felt the loss for them. I knew how close the guys all were. I loved the album that just dropped a few months prior.

Seeing Gemma brought all those feelings back up to the surface. I had moved on, I truly had. I picked up the pieces of my broken heart and made something bigger out of my life. I pursued my dreams and I was getting jobs that I only dreamed of before. I was a name within the industry, which was nearly unheard of at my age. I was proud of what I had accomplished, but there were times when I was lonely as hell. I didn’t have that person to call at the end of day. I didn’t have the one person to tell my stories too. Yes, I had my sister. I called her often and told her about all the places I had been and people I was meeting. A sister isn’t the same, though. I wanted love, but the way I had spent the last two years almost always on the go didn’t really lend itself to starting a lasting relationship. I was ok with that, most of the time.

Coffee with Gemma was a lot less awkward than I was expecting it to be. We fell into conversation easily. She caught me up on her life and boyfriend. They had been living together for a year now and she was hoping he would give her a ring soon.

“I’ve been following your career, you know. It’s amazing everything you have done in the last few years.” She told me.

“Thank you. I am really proud of my work.”

“As you should be.” She stated loudly while playfully hitting the table between us. I laughed with her.

“It’s not too hard to follow my work. I’m a bit of an instagram junkie.” I knew she followed me and I followed her in return. I used it mostly for professional purposes. I posted about most of my major photo shoots and sneak peek behind the scenes when I could.

“No, it isn’t.” She smiled softly at me. “You really threw yourself into it, didn’t you?”

“I did. When I was staying with my sister, I read this book she had. It was about building character through conflict and struggle. This one line really stuck out for me. ‘When something happens to you, you have two choices in how to deal with it. You can either get bitter, or get better.’  After everything that happened with Harry, I was feeling really bitter. I pour my heart into someone who didn’t feel the same. It was easy to fall into being bitter. But that line stuck a chord in me. I didn’t want to live bitter. So, I got myself as many jobs as I could and worked on getting better. I wanted to be better than I was before; better than the girl who was afraid to branch out of London. I needed to be better than that girl who was worried about not being home when he wasn home incase he got tired of waiting. I am worth waiting for and I needed to remind myself of that.” I’m really horrible about this word vomit thing. It was easy to forget that Gemma was Harry’s sister and to just fall into a friendly conversation with her.

“I’m really happy for you.” She touched my arm and smiled brightly at me. I opened my mouth to thank her again but we were interrupted.

“Ohmygosh! Your Gemma Styles.” A young girl had stopped in front of our table. Her eyes were wide and she looked shocked.

“Yes, I am.” She stood to greet the girl. “Would you like a picture?” Gemma asked. The girl nodded quickly and pulled out her phone. As Gemma and the girl exchanged a quick conversation, her friend was studying me. I was feeling a bit uncomfortable. There were only a handful of pictures of Harry and I that made it to the tabloids and we were never portrayed as more than friends. Still, I got an occasional fan that recognize me, but not as much in recent years.

“I know you!” The friend piped up. I looked at her with a worried glance. “You’re Y/N Y/L/N.” She was starting to get more excited then her friend was over meeting Gemma. “I saw the article about you in Shutterbug.” The article she was referring to was a small piece the magazine did about using social media to further your photography business. They spotlighted me because I had built such a vast career by myself and a lot of it was due to my diligence of keeping up with my social media.

“That’s me.” I smiled. “Are you a photography student?” I asked. She nodded quickly.

“I am. I mean, I take it in high school right now, but I really want to major it in college next year. You’re like, my hero. You are so young and you have this huge career.”  I blushed.

“Thank you, I’m not use to being called someone’s hero.” I stood up and hugged her. She squeaked a little.

“Can I get a picture with you?” I laughed and agreed.

“What’s your instagram? I will follow you.” I pulled out my phone.

“Really? Oh my gosh, wow. Ok.” She quickly wrote down her username and I followed her. “Thank you so much.” She gave me another hug and a few more thank yous before they both left the coffee shop.

“Well, that was a first.” I laughed and sat down again. Gemma looked at me with raised eyebrows and be both laughed. “That was really neat, getting to meet a young girl inspired.” I laughed. I looked down at Instagram and saw the picture of me had been posted as well as Gemma’s.

“Looks like we should move on, yeah?” I held my phone up for Gemma to see. “I have a feeling we will have more admires joining us soon.”

I quickly retweeted the picture of the girl and myself and tagged the girl with the caption ‘While having coffee with an old friend, I was honored to meet this lovely young lady. She is a fan of my work and a future kick ass photographer. Watch out world.’

Gemma’s phone dinged and she smiled. “Cute.”

“Wait, do you have notifications turned on for my posts?” I laughed as she nodded.

“Of course I do. I love seeing what you’re up to.”

“That’s so sweet Gems.” We stood to leave the coffee shop together and walked towards the MTV offices together. We were riding up the elevators when Gemma’s phone rang. She pulled it out and looked at the screen. She furrowed her eyebrows, seeming unsure if she should answer.

“Are you going to answer that?” I asked. She held it out for me to see. ‘Harold’ flashed across the screen.

“I’m not sure I should right now. I can call him back.” She went to hit ignore.

“No, you shouldn’t ignore your brother just because I’m here. Its ok. What if it’s important.” She met my eyes.

“You sure?” I nodded so she swiped her finger over answer. “What’s up knobhead.” I quietly chuckled at the nickname. I couldn’t hear the words but the low rasp of his voice floated through the elevator. It was bittersweet hearing his voice in real time. Sure, I’ve seen him on tv or listened to his albums, but actually hearing him talk over the phone or in person is a sound I have not experienced in years. Gemma glanced up at me quickly.

“Yeah, Harry, I did.” She bit her lip and huffed. “Harry. I don’t think this is the time for this conversation.” She was still looking at me. “Yes, she is.” She paused listening to him then said, “I know, but you’re putting me in an unfair position. I will call you back in a bit Harry and we can finish this conversation.” She said bye and hung up with another frustrated huff.

I raised my eyebrows in question. She huffed again.

“So, apparently I was in the background of the picture you posted.” She said.

“Oh.” I said. “And that made Harry call?” I questioned. Why would Harry care?

“He misses you, you know?” She said softly. The elevator dinged and we walked out to the office together. Gemma stopped in the hallway before we made it into the main office space, giving us a moment of privacy. “I wasn’t going to bring him up, it didn’t seem fair to you but then the idiot went and called me.” She shook her head and pinched her nose.

“What do you mean he misses me?” I touched her arm to get her attention back on me. “Why would he miss me. He made it rather clear that he didn’t care one way or the other. Besides, isn’t he dating Kendall now?” I had seen the pictures of them kissing on a yacht a few months earlier and they had been spotted a few times around LA together since.

“Oh, that’s just rubbish. He was looking for something that he could never find in her.” I cocked my eyebrow at this.

“I don’t know if I really want to know what you mean by that.” She took a deep breath and grabbed my hand.

“Look, I don’t know if I should even say anything, but I can’t just let this pass. After you left, Harry was a mess. He realized he had been a complete idiot. He knew he threw away the best thing he ever had, but he didn’t think he deserved you. A couple times he thought about reaching out to you, but it was finally Mom that talked him out of it. We could all see that you were moving on and doing well. She told him if he really cared about you, he would let you go, not drag you back into it by contacting you.” My hand was to my mouth as I tried to absorb everything she was saying. “It took really losing you for him to realize how much he loved you. I love my brother but he really screwed up when he hurt you. I want to see him happy, but I agreed with my Mom. Seeing you happy was more important. You didn’t deserve to have him pull you back in. At least, not until he was really sure what he wanted.”

I nodded, not sure what to do with all this information. “I don’t really know what to say to all this.” I managed.

“You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. I think you deserve to know that he still cares about you. Deeply. He never really moved on. Maybe because  he realized his feelings too late and never got closure.  I don’t know but he is looking for commitment now, but in all the wrong places.”

“Why did he call?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer.

“He wanted to talk to you.” She stated. The weight of her revelation sat heavy on my chest.

“Oh.” Was all I could say.

“I won’t give him your number. I promise.” She hugged me. “Your friendship means alot to me. I wouldn’t do that to you, even when it comes to my brother.” I nodded and hugged her back. “If you want, I can give you his number? You don’t have to do anything about it, and I won’t even tell him you have it. But that way, you can make that choice yourself.”

“I… Yeah, ok.” I agreed. She pulled out her phone and sent the contact to me. “I don’t think I can call him. But thank you.”

“Are you ok? I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have said anything.” I gave her another hug.

“No, I’m ok. I’m glad I know. In a way, it’s good to know I wasn’t the only one hurt.” She gave me a soft smile before we parted ways into the office with a promise to have another coffee date before she flew back to London in a few days.

Part 4

anonymous asked:

Is it normal to sometimes feel tired of reading/discussing feminist goals and problems of oppression? It's not like I stop caring, it just stresses me out after a period of time and I start to feel kinda hopeless like nothing will ever change. It's like I need a day off from fighting. Is that okay?

Hello friend!!

Thank you so much for this great question! Full disclosure; This is a question I had asked myself a number of times in the past because I thought that as a feminist and someone who cares very deeply about social justice that I should have a never ending well of energy for this work. That my need and drive for justice and equality was SO powerful that I could power through any amount of criticism, abuse, discrimination, and oppression and keep on with the good fight. But of course, no matter how much I tried, I always succumbed to my fatigue — my humanity.  

But last year, after the Oscars in which Seth MacFarlane did that “We Saw Your Boobs” song, something pretty great and freeing happened. I came upon this article in Jezebel by Lindy West. Here’s my favourite part:  

What are you supposed to do when someone asks you to “prove” that feminism isn’t a massive conspiracy theory in a country where we’ve only had 39 female senators in the nation’s entire history, and 20 of them are serving right now? What kind of a stupid fucking question is that? What are you supposed to say when the 8,000th faux-incredulous jackass throws you the same argument about the wage gap or the draft or bumbling dads in Tide commercials—as though holding each of their hands individually through the empirical facts of the world around us is a worthwhile use of my time. As though feminist academics haven’t filled books (decades of books) with answers to that shit already. As though they believe that if they can keep you occupied refuting their flimsy trump cards over and over forever, they can stave off any changes to the culture that keeps them on top. I am so fucking fatigued by this anti-intellectual repetitive shell game that all I could do on Sunday night was write jokes about Barbra Streisand’s hella goth choker.

But. I couldn’t quit doing this any more than my cells could “quit” processing oxygen (or whatever cells do! Us girls aren’t so good in the sciences!). I’m not a feminist by choice, I’m a feminist because this is the world. And if my fatigue sounds defeatist, it isn’t. It’s the opposite. It’s an internal rallying cry that reminds me how bad things are. If you pay attention to and comment on everyday inequalities—immense and tiny—if you let all of it filter through you and you hop around and eyeroll and groan and drive your boyfriend crazy because he just wants to watch the IT Crowd but you NEED to talk about what Pat Robertson said today, this is what happens. Seth MacFarlane will go on the television and make a joke about George Clooney having sex with a 9-year-old girl who is sitting right there, and your first reaction will be, “Well. At least he didn’t literally say she should get raped. Pass the cheese.”

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That’s bad. A famous man making sexist jokes on a primetime awards show watched by millions of people is so banal and status-quo in our culture, that to me—a woman professionally committed to detecting and calling bullshit on sexism—it just feels like a drop in the bucket. Luckily, there’s nothing better than a depressing dose of apathy to remind you to FUCK THE BUCKET. If I’m not fatigued, I’m not caring enough. So fuck that stupid bucket.

You can also check out this link I published just before this response for more SJ-fatigue support. All of this means then that sexism (or SJ) fatigue is a very healthy and very normal feeling. So please, do not feel bad at all about your fatigue. It is a direct result of your caring, daily encounters with injustice and oppression, and your nearly relentless efforts to educate and be educated about social justice. It is an impossible and extremely tiring job and there is NO SHAME in taking a break from time to time to rest your weary head and recharge your batteries for the next wave of antifeminist onslaught. Personally, I turn to cartoons!!! YAY ADVENTURE TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3

I hope that this response helps you and others to “feel better” about SJ-fatigue. I also hope that this knowledge becomes a validating source of strength in your daily battles (and necessary breaks) for social justice. And when it gets REALLY tough, please feel free to call on me again!


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That is my real name. My full name is Maeve Isolde Trevelyan. I prefer to be just “Maeve” to my friends and to that extent, family. 

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Sun in Gemini / Astrology 101

When I think of Gemini, I remember what it felt like to be a kid and anxiously count down the days until the school year was over. Of course, it wasn’t a tormenting anxiety, it was more of a restlessness, a vital need to explore the world beyond the structure of class times and seeing the same people and having to follow the same rules every day. There was so much to look forward to. The days were bright and colorful and I awaited with much excitement the freedom to fly away into the endless potential for fun which was summertime.

The end of spring is still one of my favorite times of the year. For many, school is out, or about to be out, and summer vacation is right around the corner. Plans to visit new places and people, start on various kinds of projects, and do new, fun and exciting things of all kinds are being made, loosely that is—you never know when a better idea might pop up. The world is vast and abound with rich experiences and the purpose of life is to get a taste of each and every one of them.

The Gemini mentality is just that. Life is too interesting to get caught up in any one thing too seriously for too long. This is why Geminis are generally very intelligent. They are eternally curious about everything and often know at least a bit about any particular thing. It’s a childlike sign, since it is only the third one. It represents the psychological stage of human development where children start to think. They start to ask questions like “why” and “how”, and there is a fascination with nearly everything since life is still so fresh and unexplored.

As an air sign, the Geminian characteristics are all mental. People who are strongly influenced by Gemini are always thinking. Gemini’s ruling planet is Mercury, which symbolizes the mental plane, communication, and speed. Add those three elements into the Gemini recipe and you will get a fast thinker.

Geminis have a constant chatter inside their heads that is incredibly perceptive about the world around them, not missing any detail, similar to the sponge-like quality of a child’s mind. This is why they are known as the biggest talkers of the zodiac. Their constant brain chatter needs to go somewhere, but they’re also quite entertaining with how they communicate. They are gifted at language and can articulate concepts with wit, wordplay, and a dash of their broad imagination. So even though they love to talk (the more introverted ones tend to make great writers), they are rarely ever boring to listen to or have a conversation with, and due to their extensive knowledge, they’ll usually teach you something you never knew before. Overall, they are lighthearted and have a good sense of humor. Remember, this sign is more like a child than a professor. They just want to have fun in the end.

The darkside of Gemini is typified as two things: their superficiality and their two-facedness. Can they be superficial or two-faced? Totally. But these characteristics are usually ascribed to them from a misunderstanding of the essential nature of the Gemini archetype.

Its two main symbols are the butterfly and the twins. The butterfly just wants to roam free, never staying at a single flower for too long. As I mentioned before, the world is just too damn big and interesting to take anything too seriously. It’s a much better idea then, from that perspective, to take something seriously for a bit and then move on to the next thing. Why would a butterfly stay at a single flower when there are literally millions of flowers and they are all so diverse and beautiful. This mentality applies to everything.

Another thing about Gemini is its inherent duality. In Greek Mythology there is a story about a set of twins, Pollux and Castor, who made a peculiar deal with Zues when one of them died. While one twin stayed in heaven and enjoyed a life of divinity, the other twin had to be on earth and deal with the reality of mortality. After a while they would switch places. The mortal twin would go up to heaven and the divine twin would come back down to be a human, and during this exchange, they would meet again, albeit briefly, and share what they had experienced. But they could never both be in the same place at the same time. In a metaphorical sense, this cycle of perfection and immortality and imperfection and mortality is a reality to Geminis. Its manifestation produces a personality type that is emotionally and mentally inconsistent. They will hold a certain perception one day, and then just as strongly hold a seemingly contradicting one the next day. It may make them seem fickle, but they certainly are not liars. If they say something or do something in one moment, they really mean it, no matter how differently they may think or feel later on. Gemini is a mutable sign, and is therefore not committed to any one kind of perception. To try to control the changeability of Gemini is to trap the butterfly that just wants to be free by all means.

Several lessons can be learned during the Sun in Gemini transit, one of them being learning itself. This is a perfect time to learn about anything that sparks one’s curiosity. We may not want to delve too deeply into any certain topic, but instead dabble with various hobbies, or read more articles and magazines rather than books or volumes. The world’s conversations are tinted with a sort of childhood wonder. We may find ourselves Googling just about any random topic: How do slugs reproduce? Who invented money? If God created Satan why is Satan evil? Why do we dream?

But perhaps the most important lesson during Gemini season is learning how to balance our inner polarities. We often look at the world as if things may only be viewed through either a spiritual and intuitive lens or a rational and realistic lens, seeing both as mutually exclusive. The truth is that they are both real and valuable, just as a Gemini native will fully believe both kinds of perceptions, although rarely ever at the same time. The key here is to integrate one’s inner divine nature and one’s mortal human body, one’s feminine energies and one’s masculine energies. This is ultimately the alchemical purpose of the Gemini Sun and Moon.

This is my favorite sign for various reasons. When I’m around a Gemini I feel comfortable being myself because I get a kind of, “You’re weird. I like you,” reaction from them, and if you’re someone like me who indulges in some pretty crazy ideas you’ll find that Geminis will always keep an open mind to them. The weirder you are, the more they like you. It’s the child in them that is simply fascinated by the funniness of life itself. I love them because they are Childhood Awe and Wonder, a precious vision many of us have forgotten. I love them because they always remind me.

Hannibal Recap: The Great Red Dragon

Previously on Hannibal Recap:

Wow. I really outdid myself last week, guys. It’ll be hard to top, but I won’t let you down!

This week’s episode opens on the great red tooth dragon fairy himself Francis Dolarhyde, who’s sitting alone at work in a cafeteria staring intently at his hand until something truly disturbing on the table catches his eye–

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Find a way - Chapter One (A Luke Hemmings fan fiction)

(awesome cover done by honeybeeisme thankss melissa! also feel free to give me feedback! thats always helpful! thanks loves xx)

(chapters: 1, 2)

Storyline: I don’t know how to story line it, but the idea came to me while I was listening to the song ’Find a way’ by SafetySuit. 

Smut: Not for a while I don’t think.

Requested: No.

Word count: 3,200+

Find a way - Chapter One 

Your POV

I sat at the island in the kitchen of my shared apartment sipping on a cup of steaming hot coffee. It was an early Tuesday morning and I was hardly able to keep my eyes open. I gave my eyes an impatient rub before reopening my eyes and squinting, a groan passing my lips.

“Looks like you need about three more cups.” My roommate Axel commented as he made his way into the kitchen, hair ruffled and out of place from sleeping. I admired his oversized band shirt and sweats as he directed himself towards the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. 

“Or seven more hours of sleep.” I whined as I ran my hands through my hair stressed. 

“Didn’t sleep well last night?” He teased as he leaned against the counter, elbows supporting his weight as he brought the cup to his mouth. I shot him an annoyed glance and he smiled from behind his mug. “I slept great. Got a whole eight hours.”

“Ax you’re an ass. You know I was working on that new article all night.” I rolled my eyes. 

“Oh right, you’re presenting it today. Completely slipped my mind.” He chuckled before taking a sip of coffee. “You nervous?” He questioned quirking one of his eyebrows. 

“I can’t believe you just asked me that you jerk. I’m done with you.” I hopped off the stool and grabbed my coffee, turning on my heel and walking towards my bedroom. “Don’t you dare finish off that coffee!” I shouted as I turned into my room, tugging my hair out of its messy bun.


“If she didn’t like it I’m going to die. I’m going to get fired. She’s probably in there trying to find the nicest way to fire me.” I chewed at my bit up lip as I sat in my desk, tapping my pen endlessly. 

“Oh my god Y/N would you shut up! She loved it. I could see by the way she was smiling during the presentation. Honestly, even if she hated it she would publish it. You’re her favorite. You have been ever since you walked through that door with your first article.” My co-worker Emily smiled as she sat down on the chair in front of my desk.

“You’re lying.” I started shaking my head and an amused giggle passed her lips. 

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Fic: The One For Me

anon prompted: blaine is rachels brother and he comes to visit Rachel at the loft where Kurt also lives, they have never met before and tings starts sparring between them

Absurdly fluffy, ~2350 words, PG.

The unexpected knock at the door nearly made Kurt fall out of his chair.

Who the hell could that be? he wondered as he wandered over to get it - Rachel was busy showering, so he couldn’t delegate the task to her. We haven’t ordered take out, and God knows our friends would just slide the door open like they live here. Is it-

“Guh,” Kurt said when he caught a glimpse of the man on the other side of the door. He froze, uncertain of why the cutest boy he’d ever seen was currently outside their loft, but also so not complaining about it.

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