you were born on the west coast. black sand and thrashing waters, the kind of dangerous parents warn their children about. you could swim before you could walk, and you can feel the ocean in your bones, a soft ache that will never go away
you were born in canterbury. winter is nothing more than a warm embrace to you. your body convulses and shifts endlessly like the land below you, and your whole existence feels on edge. rise and fall
you were born in the wetlands. you know rebirth better than any, and yet you still feel trapped. you wake early every morning, and you know just how silent the farm can be. your life is an endless cycle of this knowing and yet you can never do anything but watch
you were born in te hiku-o-te-ika. the old gods still live inside of the earth, and you are surrounded by them. tane mahuta stands tall and so do you. breathe in, you exist at the top of aotearoa
you were born in the alpine mountains of otago. land of the red earth, isolated village, you are difficult to get to and difficult to understand. you are calmest when the wind is thin and the snow cold. poor child, you will never be able to comprehend your vastness
you were born in the cities. there is a disconnect in your identity, and no matter how many times you shift around, you will never feel at home until the hum of traffic has settled under your skin
you were born in the king country. war torn kid with too much blood on your knees, in your mouth, on your arms. there’s a rage inside of you that will never go away, but nor will the strength that comes from the bones of the kings in the soil below you
you were born in marlborough. the dry season has lasted several years, and you just want to know when everything will feel okay again. soon, i promise you
you were born on the volcanic plateau. you will never know where you belong, but that’s okay. nowhere will be able to contain you but the open vastness of the desert road. you are all too much, from lake taupo to mount ruapehu, you are unknowable
you were born in the bay of plenty. you have never known hunger, but you know suffering. you are the softest of children, raised on summer warmth and placid rivers that you know better than the back of your hand
you were born in heretaunga. you survived a place that wanted you dead. through the floods, the earthquakes, and the droughts, you still stand. you are so much stronger than you know
Slytherin:</b> Bloodshot eyes and dark circles; wearing sunglasses at night; doing the opposite of what you're told to do; making smart remarks under your breath in serious situations; smirking with no specific reason; daydreaming about the places you'll visit one day; staying up until 4am with plans on starting a dictatorship; saving money for traveling; taking pictures of seemingly silly things, even a water bottle; listening to music so loud the person next to you on the bus can hear it; having few but precious friends; having late night conversations about random things;<p/><b>Gryffindor:</b> sneaking out in the middle of the night; getting drunk on cheap wine in the woods; pulling the silliest pranks; fighting over ways to overcome economical crises; sleeping over at a friend's house and acting like it's yours; truth or dares getting out of hand; kiss cam in the train station; going out with friends on a rainy day; having surprise parties on birthdays; expecting your college acceptance letter; swearing a lot; talking too fast;<p/><b>Ravenclaw:</b> Soft sweaters; getting excited for fall; stepping on dry leaves just to hear them crunch; finishing a good book; paint all over your face and hands after painting; the strings of the guitar beneath your fingers; eating popcorn and watching corny movies with friends; painting your nails in your favorite colours; your favorite fictional character has a happy ending; being awkward in social situations; old pajamas and new books; being awake at 3am in wikipedia, learning seemingly useless facts;<p/><b>Hufflepuff:</b> laughing hard with friends; the smell of freshly cooked cookies; telling stories over the fireplace; making bad puns; realizing you're alive; your mother's smile; complimenting strangers; going through family pictures; siblings playing together at the park; people smiling at the ground; hugging your best friend; noticing little things;
Idk if it’s specifically an autism thing or what, but when I’m in math and they’re trying to demonstrate a new equation, especially one with things like x’s and y’s already, if they use more letters to represent numbers I just??? Don’t?? Get it?????? Like Y=mx+b? Use real numbers to give me the equation I just can’t fathom all these places holders.
Another thing is I can NOT read big walls of text. My mind can’t focus hard enough or something and it just gets all garbled and I start omitting words when I read and it gets really confusing. I finally learned that I can get around this by taking notes in multiple colors to break things up, but in books the best I can do is go line by line with my finger as a guide or else I’ll either lose my place in the middle of a sentence or omit words.
Anyone else have this sort of problem? Is it just my adhd screwing me up?
Cinder. Is. half-Asian. She’s not white. So stop white-washing her.
SHE IS ASIAN.
What don’t you all get? I really love it how people catch the “she was from Europe” part but not the “she was from Luna and Luna has no specific race and/or ethnicity to it” part. Or the “just because she’s from Europe, doesn’t automatically make her European/white” part. Especially in the future where most people would be migrating like crazy regardless of their ethnicity or race. Think about it really. If she were to hide in New Beijing, wouldn’t she have to idk BLEND IN? Maybe I’m crazy or Michelle Benoit & Logan Tanner are crazy, but she would have been Asian looking to fit in a place like New Bejing where there’s mostly ASIAN PEOPLE. And where she was adopted by an ASIAN COUPLE. With ASIAN KIDS.
Think about it this way: if she was white, why in the living world would she have a tan? Um… I’m pretty sure she can’t afford to get a tan every couple of weeks (however many times white people get a tan). It clearly specifies on Marissa Meyer’s website that she has “tan skin, even more tan skin from walking everywhere.” Most if not all white people cant get a tan from walking everywhere. THEY GET SUNBURNED.
I swear, I feel as if most of you all are in-denial and not “genuinely oblivious” to the fact that it is stated by the author herself on her website and various times throughout Cinder and the other three books that she is ASIAN. Half-Asian, half-Caucasian, whatever you’d like to call it. But she is not just Caucasian/white.
Have some of you ever thought that this could be offensive to ASIAN people who hardly ever get represented? The one time they do in a bomb as fudgecake series like the Lunar Chronicles, people within the fandom have to ruin it by whitewashing the only poc they’ve got, that WE’VE got? Stop it. It’s disrespectful. We’ve been over this millions of times. Just. Stop.
they have guys nights with their friends and they’re very affectionate, very funny, and play off each other very well. people like being around them, and they’re a lot of fun. the majority of their la friends know about them, see them together, invite them places as a couple. they take different sides of an argument and tease each other, and it’s totally common for somebody to say “too bad harry’s my fave” to louis, or “i’m team louis” to harry. i can actually say this has happened and turned into a running joke amongst a few of their friends. BUT ALL IS WELL BECAUSE THEY’RE A VERY WELL-ADJUSTED, NORMAL COUPLE WHO LOVE AND RESPECT ONE ANOTHER and can take the heat they get from people who love them a whole lot. people who protect them because the situation calls for it. people who could tell you, with just as much certainty as i can, that larry is real.
i can’t share anymore detail than that, but i can tell you that much.
Okay I have this thing that I’m pretty sure is a form of social anxiety but idk cause people are weird about naming stuff on tumblr but anyway I have intense anxiety (I guess???) about new social situations specifically like going to a new place with new people idk like I am very uncomfortable walking into a new restaurant first because I don’t know the rules there and like breaking the rules and making people mad at me is The Worst so I just don’t do it
There’s like this German language thing where people go and just speak German and my friends are going (cause we’re all studying in Germany and taking German classes) and I’ve never been but I was like “I’m going to be social I’ll go!!” But like I didn’t realize it was far away in an area I’ve never been too and I’d have to take the bus to get there (something I’ve only ever done in my life once-subways are fine but buses are different idk why) and I kinda just assumed that I would be going with one of them (my roommate, one of the several other friends that I know are going, anyone) but they left and my roommate didn’t come home and it’s my fault for assuming but it’s too late now cause it already started and it’s 30 minutes away MINIMUM and I didn’t know that and I can’t show up half an hour late because that brings more attention to myself with I Do Not Want in this case and I cried about it a bit and I do have one friend who is leaving now but she’s biking Ellie says I can show up late I might just go there’s no one there rn except our mutual friend
I HUST HATE FEELING LIKE THIS
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lemme preface this by saying: i don’t dislike the concept, i believe it comes from a nice place & originally had pretty good intentions. like, the premise sounds solid, right? right. i have no issues with anyone that practices it & doesn’t demand others do the same. you’re chill, i enjoy you. however, it hinges ever so delicately on how people choose to behave in the name of reblog karma, the line between it being a good thing & a toxic thing is a thin one. & herein lies my issue.
a lot of people are incredibly aggressive when it comes to people who choose not to partake reblog karma. they use it as an excuse so they can be shitty & they spin in it all sorts of directions: anger, guilt tripping, threatening to delete their blog. i mean, it’s a shitshow, really. i don’t really get the fact we’re not… allowed? to reblog memes from you since that’s what tumblr was pretty much designed for, reblogging. but hey, whatever, i’ll do get it from the source when i can remember ( i mean i’m gonna forget because i have a memory like a sieve, but no doubt the people i’m referring who are shits about it will be quick to remind me indirectly ).
however, @treurspel( luv u rory ) made an interesting post on this the other day which made me reconsider my stance for a while. they made good points which made me take a step back & take an unbiased look at the bigger picture. am i, as a blog with a fair few followers, really in a position to dislike someone for this?
my answer? after thinking about it carefully, yes. here’s why:
i do not judge them for being upset, at all. you cannot help your feelings, i would never judge anyone for that, & even though i have a lot of followers i do not get lots of memes for every one i reblog, i actually get about the same as rory described lesser-known blogs getting. i feel the same feelings that everyone feels: kinda sad, kinda like im irrelevant etc etc, it sucks ass. maaan does it ever blow.
h o w e v e r, you can choose how you behave. you can choose how you allow these emotions to manifest in your actions, in how you affect other people. if you choose to write a passive aggressive ( or just plain old aggressive ) post about how no one wants to rp with you & judge people for not sending you stuff: that tells me that YOU are inconsiderate, that YOU may border on manipulative & don’t care if you make someone uncomfortable with guilt tripping, toxic behaviour.
you have no right to demand that someone participate in reblog karma or send in a meme to you when they may not want to. you can participate in it without being a total shitstain, i see LOTS of people achieving that! it is so often used as a cheap tactic for people who feel like they are OWED something simply for? existing? to act like a spoiled brat & get away with it.
they make something with an understandable & pleasant premise a SHIT THING, when they dont HAVE TO. how they feel is not a choice, how they behave IS & that is what i judge them for. NOT for participating in reblog karma, NOT for feeling shit when they dont get a meme but for their BEHAVIOUR.
so i have a bunch of white friends and mostly they're at least trying, but... some keep doing shit that rly rubs me wrong. like rbing intracommunity discussion stuff (about antiblackness specifically in the asian community frex where its like... As White People its not their place, thats a discussion for black ppl and asian ppl), making white ppl jokes, bringing up times they said "black lives matter" out of the blue so it seems like theyre bragging. idk how to handle it and im just tired.
Honestly the only white friends I have left after cutting out the racist ones are pretty good at staying in their lane. I would find a way to talk about reblogging intracommunity issues first. As to the bit about them making white ppl jokes I’d just point that they’re white too. But the bragging about saying BLM is like they’re expecting cookies so maybe take some time to formulate a response. Definitely rehearse what you’re going to say and anticipate some responses. Ofc only broach these topics when you’re mentally ready I know it’s exhausting. Come back and let us know how it goes! Good luck😊
i also feel like adults shouldnt tell kids to *not* crush on adults bc that just seems normal to me?? i mean i did it idk. like obviously kids should be taught not to /date/ adults and that adults who are willing to date them should be staid away from but like it;s still the adults responsibility and like?? it’s not really your place to tell them they Cant crush on people?
yeah the “don’t have crushes” addition was so bizarre. telling kids not to act on those crushes is fine but like, that specific phrase went too far for me
Request: Can you do an imagine where y/n is
best best friends with mike fuentes and your living together and then he
invites oli sykes over to talk about a possible collaboration with ptv and y/n
answers the door and hes blown away with her chilled and laid back nature.
How shes just one of the guys and he falls for her hard but shes got a fuck
buddy and he is flirty and sweet and then he tells her she’s everything to him
and then she starts to think and then idk so that’s up to you xx :)
polishing glasses when Oli strode into the pub. The guys hadn’t arrived yet so
he walked up to the bar and slid onto one of the old, brown leather bar stools.
“I’ll have a
beer please.” He smiled lacing his fingers together in front of him.
You’ll have to be more specific than that.” I raised an eyebrow at him as I
placed a polished wine glass on the shelf.
I rolled my
eyes as I grabbed a glass and walked towards the taps. While the beer fell into
the glass I glanced back at him; his eyes were on me. I felt my face flush and
I quickly turned back to the task at hand.
surprise.” I said as I placed the glass in front of him. “That’ll be six
into his pocket and produced a black leather wallet. He slipped out a ten
dollar note and passed it to me. As I reached for it our fingers brushed gently
and I felt a small shiver shot up my arm.
put the sale through and slid his change across the bar for him.
day been?” He asked as I picked up another wine glass and proceeded to polish
too bad. I started work about four hours ago so other than that, I tried to
give the house a bit of a clean. Which didn’t exactly go that great but oh
well, shit happens. What about you?” I smiled.
“I went to
lunch in the city with a few people and checked on how the L.A. store is
bringing Drop Dead to L.A.?” I exclaimed too enthusiastically.
chuckled. “It’s meant to open in two months but honestly I think it’s ready to
good. Normally the opening week rolls around and nothing is done.”
Hopefully it stays organised and on schedule though. I’ll have to come back for
the opening so if not I’ll get shit sorted.”
asked noticing that his beer was gone.
slightly in response.
I grabbed a
fresh glass and walked over to the taps. I dared to glanced back at Oli, his
eyes were on me once again. Why was he always looking at me?
I let out a
small breath as I flipped off the beer tap and walked back to where Oli was now
drumming his fingers lightly on the bar.
the story with you and your not boyfriend?” He asked outright.
had me shocked. I wasn’t even sure what he was asking.
“Uh, what do
you mean?” I mildly stuttered.
said he wasn’t your boyfriend but he clearly thinks otherwise.”
all I could manage to say.
“Can I ask
you a few questions?”
was it to be casual?”
long have you been sleeping together?”
“Do you ever
go to his?”
“And do you
do couple things? Like go out or cuddle or tell each other about your day, you
know things besides sex?”
don’t go out and do things we don’t cuddle and I never tell him about my day. I
invite him over, we drink and we fuck then I sleep.”
seventy five percent of your answers indicate a relationship. Sorry to say.” He
Jaime yelled as he walked towards us, the guys following close behind.
replied acknowledging the others with a small nod.
been here long?” Vic asked.
“No, not too
long. Just talking with the lovely Miss Y/N here.”
already starting pouring their drinks and placing them on the bar.
is it for the tab?” I asked.
The guys yelled.
shook his head with a look of despair.
please.” I asked holding out my hand.
into his pocket and pulled out his bank card. I replaced it with the key to the
small to his tab draw.
“How are you
Y/N?” He asked.
“Not too bad
actually Tone, what about you?”
“On top of
the world as always.” He smiled.
One by one
they grabbed their drinks and started to make their way to their usual booth.
Oli smiled and ran his tongue across his bottom lip.
Y/N, I’m sorry.” He winked grabbing his beer and following the guys over to
As the night
progressed their table accumulated empty glass after empty glass. Their quiet
discussions growing loud with outbursts of laughter and friendly arguments.
I grabbed a
clearing tray and made my way towards their table.
everything going?” I asked placing the tray on the table.
good.” Tony half yelled at me, a huge smile spread across his face.
decided against collaborating together.” Jaime informed me. “We’re thinking
about a tour instead.”
“We want to
call it the ‘No One Does It Better’ tour.” Tony added.
interesting. Would it be a European tour or a U.S. tour?”
As soon as
the words fell from my lips all five of them froze in silence. Their eyes
slowly glanced at one another then shifted towards me.
everything figured out except that!” Vic whispered loudly.
close up in half hour so you’ve got until then to figure it out boys.” I smiled
picking up the tray of glasses and making my way back towards the bar.
“Hey Y/N!” I
heard Oli yell from behind me.
walking and slid the tray onto the bar then turned around slowly to see what he
night going?” He asked as he approached the bar and proceeded to lean against
it to keep himself upright.
as good as yours.” I smiled. “Do you want me to call you a taxi?”
good. I just wanted a chat.” He smiled.
you like to chat about?” I asked.
know. You can start.”
did you say you were sorry?” I asked and a look of confusion spread quickly
across his face. “Earlier you said ‘trust me I’m sorry’. Just before you all
went over to the table. We were talking about Sam? You winked. I saw it.”
“Oh yes the
boyfriend.” He remembered.
because you’re such a beautiful girl and I will never get the pleasure or
chance to ask you out.” He sighed deeply.
not dating him and secondly you’re drunk.”
drinking have to do with anything?”
“It means I
can’t take anything you say seriously.”
everything I’m saying is what I’d want to say if I were sober.”
This made me
scoff. Beautiful? Pleasure? Ask me out?
“Do you want
to go out some time?”
said that you’d never-”
“Yeah but I
decided to look past your boyfriend issue and ask you out anyways.”
cutting me off! Seriously. And I don’t have a boyfriend.” I complained.
“So it’s a
date then. I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow night.”
need to.” His smile was cheeky and mischievous. “I’m going back to the table
I sighed in
look so beautiful when you smile, the way your eyes light up and your cheeks go
pink. So beautiful.” He told me.
wobbled back to the table and slid in next to Mike. He picked up his glass, his
eyes on me and now, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
there’s this national competition for violin that’s geared specifically towards non-asian POC, and I really want to do it because the cash prize is $10,000 for first place. I qualify because I have non-asian poc blood way back in my family tree, but it goes wayyy back, as in it’s from my father’s great-grandfather (he was Spanish). I want to do it but idk there are a lot of other minorities who look the part way more than I do. what should I do lol
Genre: Fluff? Idk but there is some deep shit in there man
Word Count: 1,055
Summary: In between the call of midnight and the light of morning, you would always seem to find yourself here. With him.
A/N: This was originally posted on my main blog, but seeing as that I now have a blog specifically for fics, I am simply posting it here instead. If you have already seen this post just scroll past. If not, please read! Thanks!
It was practically routine by now. The position. The person. The place. Every night the same, yet still offering something so different. It was no surprise to you to find that dating Kim Namjoon came with deep, late night talks. In fact, it would be more surprising if it didn’t.