i have no words for this perfect human being

Dear future daughter,

I wanted to write this as a sort of time capsule, so that you would know how your mother was at sixteen and what I expect of you as my daughter.

I love music and singing, and I expect I’ll put you for music classes early on, unless you don’t like singing and composing which is completely okay.
You can quit and join karate or anything you want.
I won’t force you, instead I’ll let you find your own path in life, like my mom let me.

You wanna ride horses? Cool. I liked that too.
You wanna go for kickboxing and learn how to defend yourself? Cool.
You wanna do ballet and enthrall the audience with your magnificent coordination? Amazing.

Anything you want to do babe, I am hundred percent right behind you.

I am big on reading as well, and this may sound odd, but unlike dancing or singing, I would very much adore it if you loved reading as much as me.
I will introduce it gently of course, by telling you adventure stories I wrote for you, about bears and fairies, and any thing you like.
Then I would introduce all sorts of new books, the same ones my mom introduced to me,Malory Towers, St. Claires, Tin-Tin’s, Secret Seven and so on.
If you don’t like reading, I understand.
I hope you do, though.

I am really sorry but you may or may not have my acne.
I am so sorry, I know how much you suffer trying to talk to that cute boy who’s the next Zac Efron, or how hard you try to cover it up.
Or how much you cry over something that someone said about your skin.
I wish I could change things in that department but I can’t. You have combination skin just like me, and it only gets better everyday, and soon enough a beautiful sense of maturity and compassion will bloom, like those Violets you adore.

You might deal with a lot of appearance issues, and trust me, even all the way back in 2017, we still have them.
Let me tell you this, your weight is just the relationship you have with gravity.
It doesn’t define your intellect, beauty, the amount of love you can give to the universe around you.
W=m x g
That’s all weight is.
So eat that pizza, gobble that pancake and never starve yourself.
I am not saying don’t be healthy and exercise, oh no, but its okay to be kind to yourself once in a while.

I am not going to say I am not going to behind your grades, or behind you to keep them up, but I will give you a chance to improve if you mess up, which you will and thats okay.
That’s life.
To me, do what you love.
Do something that keeps you happy, something that keeps you interested.
Do something that makes you excited to walk into work.
I hope I am doing the same honestly.
To me, education is not just about books and grades, and the colleges you get into.
I’ve probably taken you to so many places in the world, and all that you’ve learned, all the food you’ve eaten, all the cultures you’ve experienced, that is what you have truly experienced. Of course, it won’t pay your bills and it sure as hell won’t help you get to college, but it will make you better citizens of this earth, better human beings, more accepting, less judgmental.

Oh my, honey, you are going to fall so hard.
For a broken boy with broken promises.
With the talented singer.
With the most popular boy in school.
With someone half way across the world.

In the end, after everyone, you will realize you don’t need to settle for someone who makes you feel terrible about yourself, you just need someone who treats you like the princess you are.
Trust me, its not the prettiest or the most popular that gets to be the keeper of your precious heart.

Of course, if you decide you don’t want to be in a relationship, that’s great.
You’re a strong independent woman who doesn’t need anyone to tell her how downright amazing she is.
(feminist alert! haha)

Trust me.
They are going to break you, shatter you, make you feel like you can never love again.
You will love again though.
Again and again.

(You can change the genders above to suit you)
I expect by the time you are old enough to realize who you love, who you’re attracted to, it won’t matter.
I hope for Goodness sakes, we live in progressive times.
If we don’t, I will love you no matter what, if you’re bi, demi, gender fluid or anyone.
I will love you the same.
Coming out will be the easiest thing you will ever have to do, I promise.

Well, I am an agnostic, but if you decide that you want to follow a religion I will allow it.
Preferably Hinduism because that would make my mom and dad, (your grandma and grandpa happy) but if its Buddhism, Christianity or any religion, be my guest.
Explore, decide and tell me.
I will respect you if you decide to believe in a higher power, because I think that takes a certain amount of strength.

I might get mad at you, scream, cry and you have to realize I am not perfect.
Far from it.
I just want you to be a nice, respectful and loving human being.
Your grades and talents are secondary to me.
Sure I might not buy everything you want me to, but I promise I will provide you with everything you need.

I need to leave now, but it’s been great getting to know you,
this is sixteen year old me signing out.

This needs to stop

The point of hate is pointless, not everyone even has all the pages. Please understand that we are all human, no one is perfect, but threatening to kill people is unacceptable. 
To those who are sending hate to remember that you may not have all the pages of the story, you are only getting one side.

@ask-littlebendy has been getting unnecessary hate. I have been speaking with her and it is affecting her health greatly, please have respect for everyone. Hate is pointless why send people hurtful words, all you are doing is making it worst. just let it go and ignore it. Please stop being children. Everyone needs to support and take care of everyone.

Please send them some more -positive messages and asks. Please stop this nonsense 

2 | Red Skies

WORD COUNT: 2,687 
sorry it’s shorter than usual

warnings: swearing, violence, blood, choking (not in a sexy way) & talk of kidnapping and Stockholm syndrome 

Originally posted by dangerously-jamless

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Two hours, they’d been gone. Two hours, that you’d been left all alone. Most people in your situation would think about leaving, about running away. Not you. Something in your blood told you to stay put. What kind of Stockholm Syndrome was this madness?
Jungkook had let you have full roam of the house, an interesting concept considering only hours beforehand you were their prisoner. Their werewolf prisoner. Even after 120 minutes alone with your thoughts, your mind couldn’t process that you weren’t you any more, that you weren’t human any more. Distracting yourself from the unanswered questions you managed to take a good look at your surroundings. The house itself resembled something from a TV show, the walls were decorated with eccentric wallpaper prints and there wasn’t a spec of dust to be seen in the entire building.

Walking into the brightly coloured lounge area you jumped out of your skin and a piercing scream almost escaped your lips when a man you didn’t recognise stood in the doorway. He looked down at you in surprise, though he didn’t budge an inch. There was no denying he was handsome, apparently a running theme in this household, dark chocolate hair adorned his soft features, his eyes were large and feline like, hiding beneath thick eyelashes and an abundance of negativity.

Who the fuck are you?” He spat as he clasped his hand around your neck, slamming your back into the nearest wall.

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Old Tattoos

Warnings: birth (!!!) (not in detail obvi), your teeth will rot from the amount of fluff in this part.

Summary: Your girls are here and they couldn’t be more perfect.

Word count: 4.6k

A/N: if you read this and you like the fic, send me an anonymous confession of anything

Beta: @hazeleyedcat

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4


37 weeks pregnant…

“Hey, you ok?” Matt asked, walking into the kitchen. He stood behind you and put his hand on your lower back in worry. 

“Oh, I’m fine. Just 9 months pregnant, you know?” You chuckled sarcastically.

“You know what I mean.” He groaned, rolling his eyes.

“I’m fine, Matt. Go have fun with your best friend. I made him have a barbecue thing for a reason. I know, first hand, how little you’ve seen him.” 

“I don’t care if I see him once a year, as long as he’s taking care of you. My friend. His very pregnant wife.” 

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anonymous asked:

What do you think Jesus meant by turning away the woman who asked him to heal her daughter by saying; "it is not fair to give the children's food to the dogs" (Matthew 15:21)?

I may get some backlash for this, but I don’t believe that Jesus was inherently perfect. I believe that Jesus was very much a prejudiced individual (just like every human being is conditioned to be) but became Christ over time. 

I know for certain that these weren’t the exact words of Jesus (since the canon gospels were written decades after his death), nonetheless, I think that Matthew 15:21-28 illustrates his development quite well. 

Leaving that place, Jesus withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. A Canaanite woman from that vicinity came to Him, crying out, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me! My daughter is suffering terribly from demon-possession.”

Jesus did not answer a word. So his disciples came to Him and urged Him, “Send her away, for she keeps crying out after us.” 

He answered, “I was only sent to the lost sheep of Israel.”

The woman came and knelt before Him. “Lord, help me!” she said. 

He replied, “It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to their dogs.” 

Jesus was being xenophobic. This woman was not dealing with it, and called him out:

“Yes, Lord,” she said, “but even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.”

Then Jesus answered, “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.” And her daughter was healed from that very hour.

No, I don’t believe Jesus was testing her; I believe that Jesus was wrong. However, once he realized that this woman’s protests were aligned with God, he corrected his behavior. 

This passage contains something we all should consider:

In order for us to become fully Children of Humanity, our behavior must be challenged, we must listen to our “undesirables,” and we must recognize our own ignorance and work towards overcoming partiality. 

I Love My Girls Curvy ~ Shawn Mendes Smut


REQUEST Hey, so I was wondering if you could make a smut with Shawn, where the girl is not skinny.  So, when you write about her or describe her; she is like big thighs, a little bit of a stomach, big butt and boobs.  Like curvy ish.  Thank you so much!”

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When people ask where you and Shawn had met they always have the same look on their face, mixed between shock and confusion.  Which you were not completely comfortable with.  You were a plus size model and you loved your job, Shawn had come for one of his friends as she was in the show also.  Already nervous, having someone that you had admitted to having a crush on to live TV interviews did not help.  To your surprise when you finally met Shawn in person all your nerves vanished and were replaced with instant infatuation.  But, you always doubted yourself.  Having seen Shawn’s ex’s and knowing they look nothing like you at all made your hopes of ever having anything with Shawn slowly belittle themselves, but to your shock you received a text from Shawn a few days after the event and you have both been smitten ever since.  

You always had the odd comment on your Instagram, which you just ignored and with Shawn by your side telling you how perfect you were you did not mind one bit.  It was never anyone that you knew that would give you and look a Shawn when you were together, it was always irrelevant people which had to bring your mood down.  Just like today.  You had just come back of an interview where the interviewee was not the nicest you would have liked.  He said things to you which you deemed unprofessional and received a snarky comment back to him.  

There was one statement that he had said to you which tipped you off the edge and made you walk out of the interview all together.  “You aren’t the type of girl wed see Shawn picking”.  What did he mean by this?!  The fact that you were labelled as plus size, and loved the fact you were suddenly means that someone like Shawn should not want to be with you?  Was the fact you loved myself that off putting to these people that they must make you feel bad about yourself?

You have had comments before but this one just made you feel like utter shit.  You walked inside of your flat and threw everything down on the side before going and grabbing a large glass of wine.  Shawn walked in, already realising something was up with you as soon as you placed your glass down.  “Rough day?”  Shawn sighed while coming to sit by you on your breakfast table.

“You don’t even know the half of it” scoffing before downing another glass.

“Well tell me then” Shawn pushed while rubbing up and down your back

“I had an interview, with the most vindictive knob head I have ever in counted.  I can just hear his screeching voice now.  You aren’t the type of girl Shawn normally goes for blah blah fucking blah” You tried imitating his voice but instantly failed.  Shawn’s face fell.

“I don’t understand why people are like this Y/N, why does it matter?  At the end of the day you are perfect to me and I love you.  So, what if you aren’t some stick insect, there is just more of you for me to love.  I would not have you any other way”

“But, why Shawn.  You’d suit someone who was all small and fucking tiny apparently” You scoffed at the imagine of Shawn with anyone but you, but this image had passed your mind a few times.  

“Y/N, come with me” Shawn said before holding your hand and pulling you into the bedroom.  He placed you in front of the mirror so you could look at yourself.  Your thighs filling your jeans and you looked away at the sight.  For the first time since your early teenage years being disgusted at yourself.  “Y/N, looked at yourself.  For me.”

You took a deep breathe before looking up at yourself, once again being greeted with your image. Shawn’s hands made their way to the bottom of your shirt pulling it over your head.  His hands then glided against your skin before making their way to your back and undid your bra.  You allowed it to slowly glide down your side, with a light thud as it landed on the floor.  Shawn lifted your chin up so you could see your naked top half.

“I love every part of you, and I am going to make you love every part of you to from top to bottom.  Firstly, your breasts.  They are the perfect size just for my hands” He said while cupping your boobs and giving them a light squeeze.  “Your nipples are just perfect, they allow me to get just the right reactions out of you” He then began to twist them in his fingers earning a gasp from you. “Your belly is perfect for me to hold when I am fucking you from behind” these words being whispered seductively into your left ear.  You watched his every move, growing aroused at every word that left his perfect mouth.  

“Your hips, man your hips are just so beautiful when you are on top of me” a light squeeze was also placed on both of your hips.  “Your stretch marks, these show you have lived and I just loved tracing them when you are sleeping soundly next to me.  They show you are human.”  Shawn made his way in front of you making your heart rate increase.  He quickly discarded your trousers and pants before making his way behind you once again.  

“What can I say about your bum, you just completely drive me insane with your arse baby.  Especially when you wear tight dresses to events.  Fuck, I can hardly wait to get you home and do so many things to you.  And your little pussy.  Just perfect for my cock” Shawn bit the top of your ear while he slid a finger inside of you for only a second before removing it.  Earning a disapproving look from you.  “And your thighs, they are absolutely my favourite thing on your body.  There is no word in the English dictionary which can describe how perfect they are.  You see love” Shawn said while gliding you to your shared bed.  “I do not care about what some inconsiderate asshole has said about our relationship.  He does not know you, and he has not seen how perfect you look naked.  Waiting for me to fuck you.”  Shawn groaned in your ear before pushing you lightly down on the bed.

Before you could say one-word Shawn’s lips were on yours.  His hands resting on your hips and yours in his hair like always.  His tongue finally entered your mouth, you already giving in to him taking control.  Weak from what had just happened.  He made his way down your body.  stopping at your nipples to give them a light suck which made you grow even more wet.  

He took off his cloths quickly, he then began to kiss around your inner thighs.  “So beautiful Y/N.”  Shawn stated before latching his lips to your already sensitive nub.  

“Fuck Shawn” you cried out as your hands flung to his hair.

His tongue gliding over your clit before darting inside of your vagina.  He knew exactly where you liked him most and he was using this for his advantage.  Your high reaching you quickly as he entered his fingers with his tongue.  “Oh god Shawn carry on please” His hands pushing down into your thighs.  Just as you were about to be in ecstasy Shawn stopped all together, pulling his fingers out of you and wiping his mouth.  

“Wha… FUCK” You shouted out, before you could complain his cock was inside of you replacing the job his fingers were doing.  His thrusts were hard and quick, trying to hit your g-spot every time.  Which he succeeded.  

“Y/N, you are so, so gorgeous.  Make sure you believe that” Shawn slurred out as he continued to pound into you.  You brought his head down to you quickly pecking him, not being able to say any words but he knew you were thanking him.  

You both continued to be in each other’s presents and enjoying the feeling of him inside of you. “I love you so much Shawn” you managed to quickly say as your orgasm began to approach you, and with Shawn’s thrusts getting slower you knew he was too.  

“I love you too baby girl” he smiled down at you as he continued to thrust quickly.  “So, fucking much” Your eyes began to roll back as the burning in your stomach began once again, in what seemed like seconds you and Shawn were laying on top of one another in complete heaven.  

This is where you belonged, in Shawn’s arms.  And if he wanted you there, you did not need to listen to anyone else’s opinions on you. Because, you were all Shawn could ever want.


BTS consists of Kim Namjoon, KIM SEOKJIN, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook. They’re all there for a reason, trust me, BTS wouldn’t be the same if even just one of them were gone. They all benefit and are so important to the group. Each one of them are amazing, beautiful and talented. They deserve appreciation and to be loved. You can’t stan BTS and not like some members, because then you wouldn’t really be stanning BTS would you? I don’t know how many people will have to say to love all members till people realize that they should. But please, if you can’t find it in yourself to love all members (which btw doesn’t make you a fan of BTS if you don’t love all the members), don’t bring the members you don’t like down. They don’t deserve that, because they did nothing wrong PERSONALLY to you to treat them so awfully and send them derogatory comments. Understand being an idol, doesn’t make you invincible. They’re just as human as the next person is. You don’t HAVE to be rude, it changes nothing for YOU but words have so much more impact on a human being than some think. Please respect all members, and respect their boundaries/privacy, they’re beautifully amazingly talented human beings that if I could I’d give them the stars (Because the world isn’t big enough). Jin has an amazingly beautiful voice, Yoongi is perfect just the way he is, Hoseok is so talented and an actual ball of sunshine, Namjoon is so intelligent an amazing leader, Jimin is an incredible dancer, Taehyung is adorable and a little fluff ball, and Jungkook executes everything amazingly. They’re stunning individuals, and actual perfection together. Please remember, it’s OT7, so please, stan them all, because they’re beautiful human beings.

-From, a OT7 stan. 

Truth time

I’m an autistic ravenclaw. I have ASD, and it went undiagnosed for my long time, and it only increased the abuse I suffered as a child as my caretaker would continually berate me and end a yelling session with statements like “For God’s sake? Why can’t you fucking be normal?! It would make my life so much easier!” I speak two languages fluently and have some varying conversational ability in another three, but I can’t read social clues or make appropriate small talk in any of them. My parents used to sit me down before summer camp and on the first day of school and make me do “practice conversations.” If I called my mom on the phone and she didn’t fee like I had proper “phone etiquette,” she would make me hang up the phone and do it again, even if I was sick or injured. (My horse ran me into a tree once, and when I called my mom she made me hang up and call again with a “conversation script” because I opened the conversation with “I’m hurt, is there an ice pack in the freezer?” Instead of “hello, how are you?” I have an IQ of 130, but when I am ecstatically happy I go nonverbal for a little bit and just squeal and make random hand motions. And yeah, it looks “weird,” but I love it because it means I’m so happy I can’t contain myself. I used to roll my tongue around inside my mouth when I was deep in thought, but I eventually stopped because every time my mom caught me, she would do an exaggerated version of my expression, make inchoherant noises, and say “this is what you look like when you do that. You look like a retard, and you need to stop or people will think you’re a retard.” I knit and paint and sew and write and play a little piano and I’m artistically oriented and I value the life of my horse over most humans because most humans treat me like shit because I’m different. But I am different- good different. I see the word differently, and I see in brilliant colours and ask questions about things I don’t like that most people accept as fact. I am amazing and beautiful and perfect, and yeah, I’m autistic. And that’s a part of me I’ve grown to love. So don’t you dare call me ableist for being proud of who I am. I’m autistic, and if you have a problem with it, then you’re an asshole.

An Arranged Marriage Chapter 18

Dean Winchester x Reader

1600 Words

Story Summary: An AU of sorts. Where hunter’s have communities, and arrange marriages for their young. Y/N is from the Northwest region, arranged to marry Dean, from the midwest region.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

“Dean?” Sam asked me, as if it was the tenth time he had repeated my name. Snapping out of my trance, I stared up at my brother, his worried face extremely close to mine.

“Dude, back up a little.” I muttered, rubbing a hand along the stubble on my chin. “What’s up?”

“Well, you blanked after we heard the news, and Sam and I are worried.” Cas answered for Sam.

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Why letter grades are evil

So, your kid comes home from school with an F in English. What the hell, right? Holy dear crap, they’d better be grounded, we’d better make sure this doesn’t happen again. They must really just be slacking off, or not trying, or something, right?? 

Hello, I am a human being coherently communicating with you even though I have never been given a single letter grade in all of my education. 

I was homeschooled, and before you see that word and click off of this, please just hear me out. 

What do I mean when I said I didn’t get a letter grade at all? 

Well, let’s talk about the learning process for a minute. 

When you learn things outside of school, how does it work? You bake a cake, and it doesn’t exactly come out perfect, so you gather the ingredients, and next time you bake it’s a little better. 

You learn, naturally, by doing. And by making mistakes. You make a mistake, you make a mental note, and you learn better. 

Now, the reason this is important is because school sort of promotes the opposite of this. 

In a traditional American school setting, the student is given some information, and then tested on it. This test, results in a letter grade, telling them how good they did, and then they move on to new material. 

They don’t get to make the mental note and move on. What you are punishing your children for, is literally taking the first step in learning. You are taking that first step, the part where they SHOULD be allowed to make that mental note to do better next time, and punishing them for not knowing exactly how to do it, the first time they tried. 

Imagine if that was applied to other parts of life. Imagine you screw up on your first day of work at a new job and they immediately write you up, and tell you that if you don’t get your act together they’ll fire you. 

Imagine if artists were graded on their first ever drawing and never given another chance. 

That’s not how learning works. 

Now, I bet you’re wondering how I got by without letter grades. 

Well, when I was presented with, let’s say, a times table page from 3rd grade, I filled out all that I knew, after I studied, and then the ones I got wrong were circled. After that, we went over why I got those wrong, and how I could fix them. The paper was then revisited, and occasionally given a percentage, but never a letter, and more often than not, we didn’t stop revisiting that same page until it said 100%. 

The percentages were more of a mark of how finished with the work/page/section we were, than how well I did. 

Because I was always given a chance to go back and revisit the same material until I learned it. 

So if your kid is getting a bad grade, you punish them for it? 

Ok, I hear what you’re saying, maybe little johnny is just honestly lazy (at the age of 8), so maybe he should be punished for not doing his work, right? 

Well, why isn’t he doing it? Is it hard for him to concentrate? Does he understand what the teacher is saying? If he had another chance, would that F be an A? 

I understand that not every parent has the time or resources to homeschool. Heck, I work two jobs, I wouldn’t have time myself.

But just, please think twice before you ground them for those “bad” grades. If they didn’t do their work, open the conversation about why. Maybe they’re struggling with a certain subject because it’s not being explained in a way they understand. 

Everyone’s brains are different, and yet, our schooling system is “one size fits all”. I might learn something in a completely different way than you do, but if the class is teaching it the way I understand it, and not the way you understand it, you’re out of luck. 

I know we can’t exactly fix the school system right now, but if you ease up on your children about grades, that’ll at least let them try to function in a broken system without that added pressure. 

And remember that every time a parent takes their kid out of the traditional public schooling system, it sends a message. A pretty loud one. 

Please don’t let your first reaction to a low grade be punishment. That just doesn’t make logical sense. 

Ok, I’m done ranting now. If you’ve read this far, thank you. If you choose to reblog this, you’re one of my favorite people. 

Okay, so here’s the situation…

A video was posted online today of David Tennant signing stuff for people, and I can honestly say I have never seen a more perfect example of people not having enough respect for another human being. Read that again and look at the word respect, because that’s what I want to talk about here. 

Put yourself in David’s shoes - you’ve got to be somewhere or you’re going back home to your family, yet you still decide ‘you know what, there’s a few people outside, I’ll go and sign some stuff for them’. He’s taking time out of his day to be able to sign things for people - and yet behavior such as screaming his name, trying to grab his attention and shoving people out of the way seems to be the way people are thanking him for doing so? I mean, if you go and watch the video, there’s a point where he actually has to tell people to ‘calm down’ because the shouting is ridiculous. 

Now don’t get me wrong, you’re getting the chance to see/meet your idol, someone you look up to and you’re super excited - and I think in the midst of this some people loose their basic concept of respect. I know some of these people in the crowd are probably professional autograph hunters and so on, but still - that concept of respect is greatly tossed around here. 

When getting the chance to have something signed by someone, and I’m not just talking about David Tennant here anymore, I’m talking about celebrities in general - make sure you don’t loose your sense of respect. Don’t shout at them, don’t provoke them to come and sign something for you simply because ‘you’re shouting the loudest’ or ‘you can scream their name 100 times per minute’ and can shove people out the way. Stand quietly, be polite to others, wait your turn - respect the fact they are human beings.

And I’m not just going to use this video as one example. When I was lucky enough to go and see Richard II, I noticed just how many fans screamed at him to go to them when he came out to sign the booklets, people literally shoved other people out the way. I was lucky enough to not get seriously hurt, because at that point in time I was on crutches suffering from a snapped Achilles heel, and people still felt the need to push me out of the way to try and snap their way to the front of the line - and bare in mind I was staying out of the way to try and not get hurt. It’s a funny world, right?

So please, just remember one word when you’re in situations like this - respect.We’re lucky to have David Tennant as someone so lovely and compassionate to look up to. Respect him, and just as importantly, respect eachother. 

OK, let’s talk about it, Salvador’s winning speech.

It’s more than obvious that he wasn’t just talking about Eurovision music and he wasn’t throwing his competitors under the bus or criticising them. However yes, I agree that he should have worded it better or even kept it to himself.

Was it pretentious? Of course! Am I upset that he said it? Yes! But people have flaws, they make mistakes, they do things they perhaps shouldn’t do it’s all part of being human and I can’t believe that after years on this hellsite people still need to be reminded of that. People don’t start off perfect and loose “good people points” as they go through life that’s not how it works and Salvador’s speech isn’t an excuse to start calling him a bad person.

TL;DR: Should Salvador had said what he said? No. Is that a reason for y'all to call him every name under the sun and be nasty to him? No.

Can we leave this now please?

Does anyone else think newly human Gabriel would have issues with the height of his vessel?

I keep picturing him in the kitchen of the bunker, cooking something special for Sam, and he needs something from the top shelf. The boys don’t think about putting things up there, they can both reach it just fine, Gabriel though… Not so much. 

And he’s muttering, dragging a groaning chair across the floor. He’s not going to ask someone to help him, but he’s gonna make sure they all know that he needed something off that shelf. 

“Damn brothers and their perfect gene pool,” he mutters as he climbs up, “never think about anyone else around here. What about the people who aren’t nine feet tall?” 

And once he’s got the powdered sugar in his hand and he turns to drag the chair back he sees Sam. The giant is just standing there, casually being tall as he leans into the doorway. His long arms are crossed, and so are his ankles, as he watches Gabriel with a tiny smug smile on his face. 

Gabriel drags the chair again, even louder this time. 

Sam raises his voice to be heard over the racket. “You know you can ask for help with stuff like that, right?”

And Gabriel is so irritated today by all the insanely annoying human things he has to deal with that he turns on Sam in a flash. He crosses the room, sticking a finger in Sam’s chest.

“Screw you, Sam Winchester! You with your impossibly long legs. You probably don’t think anything about putting stuff almost to the ceiling, do you! No, you wouldn’t, not with those arms! Look at them, you’re like an orangutan or somethin’!” Gabriel motions up and down Sam’s entire body, like he’s disgusted. “And that stupid pretty face, with those damn dimples that make me wanna kiss you! It’s not fai– mmmff!

Sam cuts off the tirade with a kiss to the ex-angels lips. 

Gabriel melts, slowly relaxing, irritation draining away. He sags against Sam, then lifts up on his tip toes to kiss the hunter deeper. This is one thing he likes about being short, going up on his toes to kiss Sam. 

When they break apart Gabriel rests his forehead in Sam’s chest, the hunter’s arms wrapped tight around him. That’s something he kind of likes about being smaller than Sam too. 

“Don’t know why I picked such a short vessel, that was dumb,” he complains, words muffled into Sam’s flannel. 

“I don’t know,” Sam says into his hair, “I’m kind of fond of this vessel.” 

Gabriel smiles, though he doesn’t let Sam see it. “You just like my perfect ass.” 

That gets a laugh out of the hunter. “That, and a few other things.” 

I don’t know. I’m having all these newly human Gabriel thoughts today.          And I’m at work and can’t concentrate.

Well, here is my addition to the fun little challenge made by @thetourguidebarbie. I was tagged by @austennerdita2533.


Lips Like Candy

              She isn’t sure what she’s talking about even.

              But Klaus had told her about hummingbirds and a perfect moment where he contemplated being human again, and her heart had raced and words she would have regretted – she wasn’t sure what those words were, just that she wasn’t ready for them – had been stuck in her throat.

              So, she had changed the topic and she had rambled, because if there was one thing Caroline Forbes could do, it was talk.

              And all the while, he watched her.  Not with the glazed eyes and vacant expression she was used to, when she started rambling and there was a boy… instead, he looked at her as if… as if…

              As if she were fascinating. As if there were more to her words than shallow observations and an uncertainty she could never quite conquer.

              “Stop it,” she breathes, whatever she had been rambling about forgotten, because she doesn’t know how to do this. How to handle him and still stay… not involved.

              “Stop what, Love?” he responds, and he takes half a step, and now he’s far too close and Caroline can’t breathe, which is ridiculous, because she doesn’t even need to breathe anymore.

              “Stop-” and she doesn’t know what  to say. Stop looking at me. Stop being not awful. Just stop being, because I can’t handle this anymore. “Just stop.”

              “Would that I could, Caroline,” he replies, and his lips are no  longer curved into that little smile.  Instead, they’re serious, and so are his eyes, and there is entirely too much weight in that sad little space between them.

              Then, the space is gone.  It’s a second, a heartbeat, and Klaus closes that difference and presses his lips to hers. There’s nothing sexy about this kiss – it’s a mere pressing together of lips  - but Caroline’s entire word narrows down to his lips on hers.  She doesn’t care that anyone at the pageant could see them, in fact, she doesn’t even remember that there is a pageant.  There is only him, and his  lips on hers, and when she  raises her hand  she’s supposed to push him away, but instead she just clutches weakly at his tie.

              Then, his lips are gone. Quick as the kiss had started,  it’s over, and the space is  between them again, only further now.  Caroline’s hand is left  holding air and her tongue  darts out, as though to try and catch  the last hints of his taste on her lips.  She stares at him,  and he looks as shaken as she feels, and maybe, later,  she’ll feel smug about that.

              But in the moment,  all she feels is an embarrassing regret that his warmth is  no longer pressed  against her.

              “Thank-you, Caroline,  for your company.” The words are far too polite and formal for Klaus, and he even seems to give a slight bow to her at the waist.   It’s charming, in a way, how his own  surprise in the wake of that kiss seems to send him to a  bygone era. “Another day.”

              He’s striding away, as Caroline realizes she should scream and rave at him.  She should tell  him that he has no right to kiss her  like that, and he never will.

              She takes a step after him, as though to do exactly that… and freezes.

              If she goes after him, she will yell.  He may take it, he may not, but she will kiss him again. Because if she goes after him right now, that will be the reason.

              She wants to kiss him again.

              Instead, she picks up  their abandoned bottle of champagne and drains the  rest.  She takes a deep, shaking breath, and she braces her spine.  She pastes on a patently fake smile, and she returns to the party.

              She will never think of the kiss again.

              She thinks of the kiss all the time.

And I’m just gonna say that if you write KC fic and haven’t written one of these yet… consider yourself tagged to do so.

A Blue Prince To Own, Chapter 12

I start trying to get back in shape when one of Lotor’s generals points out that in my current condition, I would never be able to hold my own and as a consort of someone with such a high status, danger could always be present. Really, I agree. Doesn’t make my sudden use of the training room any less brutal. I didn’t really notice how much weight I’d gained until I started to sweat ten minutes into stretching.

Of course, when I ask Lotor, he exclaims that he would love me in all shapes and sizes, that he has no preference. At this point, I’m pretty sure that’s his honest answer and he’s not just trying to avoid hurting my feelings. However, this is more of a matter of self image, mostly. If I maintain a regimen like I had back at the castle, I probably wouldn’t have to stop eating whatever I want, just cut back on the portions. Really, I have no clue what’s in the food I’m eating since it’s just replicas of Earth food. Plus, I think the jewelry and pretty clothes would look better on a thin model than a chubby one.

Maybe the royal tailor would be glad, not having to make a better fitting wardrobe for me every time I gorge myself like a pig. I’m steadily learning more intricate details about the Empire, Lotor sparring with me every free moment he has, whenever I request it. It’s getting a little boring, honestly. The only real excitement is the rise and fall in my own moods at random and seeing how animatedly he reacts to the changes. Of course, I could easily explain that it’s not his fault sometimes I go from happy to annoyed with anything that moves, but really… where’s the fun in that? Watching the way his features shift, trying relentless to find out what he did wrong. Maybe the anxiety is from the abusive parents.

I’m trying to keep track of the days, but I’m losing it all, it becomes a constant cycle of receiving more gifts, fucking, and going on missions. The Galra empire is consuming most of the universe with my leave in team Voltron. I believe it’s only a matter of time before we reach planet Earth. I wonder what will happen then. So far, Lotor has not harmed any of the planets he’s gained loyalty from. He’s improved them, in fact. Shared Galra culture and technology with them in exchange only for their alliance. The only one that will be harmed is Voltron, who are fleeing so passionately like rats. So cowardly. Refusing to except their fate of imprisonment and death.

“You’re quite… bendy.” Lotor comments when I pull my leg behind my head. “It’s very remarkable, Lance.”

I hum. “Yeah, I always have been. Sucks I have the arm strength of a malnourished six year old, though.” For some reason, I immediately picture a skinny, child Keith. He’s an orphan, right? All orphans are depicted as starving. Oh, orphan Keith. I smile at the memory of his gross sobbing. Good times. “But, hey, I’m not complaining. It’s good for those unusual sex positions, yanno.”

He smiles and flushes. “Indeed! With your exertion you’ve been practicing continuously over the course of these last few… months, I believe humans call them? It’s improved your stamina tremendously! It’s very… satisfying.”

I grin. “Aww, how sweet.“

He tilts his head. “Sarcasm, I presume?”

I shrug. “Kind of.” I tug at my dangly gold earrings. I smile. “We should practice that change in stamina though, baby.”

So, the schedule presumes.

We’re straying closer to the Milky Way every quintent, and at some point in between another battle with Voltron, and practicing my sharpshooting abilities (Lotor recommends that although I’m still remarkable, I should continue to hone them. He’s also helping me to become a better pilot. I’d like to think I’m helping him between a normal person, outside of his royalty), I take a moment to look in the mirror and freeze. At first, it was just a moment to admire the straight lines of my body and the slender muscle building at my abdomen and arms, but then I pinch the brown flesh beneath my eyes and pull.

Throughout these times, I’d kept my skin care regimen flawless. It was one part of my routine that had never been altered or tampered with in the slightest, though Lotor had provided me much better products instead of my makeshift once. It made my skin much bouncier, though not as peachy as the expired food goo had. You win some, you lose some. Other than that, I didn’t really look in the mirror, didn’t observe as closely as I once had. But, now, I can’t looking as this awful feeling of ice cold dread curls up in the pit of my stomach. I’m pulling until the pinks of my eyes are exposed, except they’re not pink and the whites are not white.

My inner tissue is going purple and my eyes are fucking yellow.

Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. For some reason, I can’t stop shaking as I drop my hands down in front of me, just clutching my chest over my heart that’s suddenly beating way too fast to be healthy. My other hand instinctively flies to cover my mouth because really, I feel like throwing up. I drop to my knees, there are sure to be bruises from the force because I drop my entire weight limply on my knee caps. This means no offense to the Galra Empire, Lotor, or anyone Galra for that matter. I just don’t want to fucking be one. I’m… I’m human. I’m human. I’m human. I’m human.


How could this be happening to be? I’m not Galra and I haven’t been absorbing massive doses of quintessence and I’m 100% sure Galra doesn’t fucking spread like some disease. I huddle into the corner in the fetal position to panic for a while. Holy shit, am I like Keith? Am I like… half and half? But, my family has been around my entire life and there was nothing odd going on. We were all normal. I couldn’t possibly be Galra because my parents are my parents and they aren’t anything space related, Galra or other. I’m not adopted, because I obviously resemble my mama and papa, as well as my nine other brothers and sisters, and I have plenty of baby pictures to prove I’m not.

So, why in the ever living hell are my eyes turning yellow and my tissue purple?

There has to be some reasonable explanation for this, but I’m hearing none of it and immediately strip to search for more symptoms of whatever condition I’m suffering from, whatever messed up disease my stupid body is harboring and failing miserably to defend me from. Well, any scar I have has gone from white or pink to purple. I pull my cheeks away from my teeth to see they’re sharpening and there’s violet splotches on my tongue. I redress and inhale. Okay, so I’m turning purple on the… inside? And my pupils and irises are still there, bluer than ever.

I’m not sure what to make of this, so I try to ignore it as best I can, but when Lotor asks how I’m feeling, I snap at him. Immediately, I’m gone from panicky to aggressive and my mood shifts have always been quick, but this was like a switch had been flipped. For some reason, my body’s too desperate for food, not in a way that I’m just hungry, in a way that if I don’t eat, my worst memories come to mind immediately and anything I’ve ever wanted to avoid is ensured if I don’t eat.

It takes another week and a half (I think) to figure it out, but when I do, I’m fucking livid.

So, I grab Lotor by his royal mane when we’re finally alone in the ship (give or take a few guards stationed just outside) and I growl into his ear, “There’s quintessence in the fucking food, you scum.”

He swallows and knits his brows. “Whatever do you mean?”

I give a harsh yank and he bites his lip. “You know exactly what I mean, yesterday I sliced myself open and healed completely in the same day, my eyes are yellow and if you try to play dumb, I swear on God’s green Earth, I will slit your throats and watch you bleed out without anything other than a smile.”

I honestly have no clue where all of these dark thoughts are coming from or how they’re just spewing out when I claimed to love Lotor so deeply, when I know how obsessed he is with me. It’s all just coming up like a word puke I can’t swallow back down.

“Calm down, this can be resolved, my love!”

“My insides are purple, asshole. You’ve been poisoning me for months when I trusted you with my life that you might have just permanently altered, and I’ve been wanting to kill someone for a very, very long time. You’re seeming like the perfect opportunity, Princey, so start saying words that make sense before I get mad!” I let out laughter, of which I have no clue where it came from.

“Darling, it was just for your safety! Humans are genetically weaker than most other species, and to be my equal, be so high in this oligarchy - I couldn’t risk you being unable to defend yourself if I was ever incapacitated!” His voice is getting higher in pitch with every word. I let go of his hair for a moment, just pet him for a moment. This violent display is unnecessary, right? He’d lay down and die for me.

I could question him with nothing but his heart in my hands and he’d crumble to my will. I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure that’s fucking awesome, so I’ll keep him around.

That sounds like a dark thought, but my thoughts are almost all dark. That’s the least of this blackness consuming my mind. This love started out pure before it was tainted, because now I know how much control I could wield and no matter how much I’ve feigned it, this is the first time I’ve ever had confidence.

A grin stretches across my face and it’s sharper than Lotor’s, even. “Okay, well, I guess it’s no big deal. As long as these changes can be reversed. But, can we just get something straight so that we never have to talk about it again?”

He’s shaking, now, and nods as I grasp his chin and gently tug his lips down towards mine, his eyes are fluttering closed. I miss his lips, however, and pepper kisses along his cheekbone all the way to his pointed little ear. I refuse to acknowledge how mine are slowly becoming like his. “If these God awful changes can’t be reversed, you fucking incompetent, twisted nutcase,” I hiss, revealing in the full body shudder than rolls through him, “I won’t kill you. I’m your Blue Prince, so you know I’m too kind to just kill you like that. I’ll leave you, go back to Voltron and I think that’s much more painful than death. To live without me, right?” I grip the collar of his shirt in my fists, sucking a bit of purple flesh between my teeth as I wait for a reply.

“S-So much more painful. I’ve wanted you for so long. You’re so unhappy there. How could I ever m- make you so miserable here that you’d like to return to Voltron?” His voice is quiet and shameful. It’s so cute. I could drink it up like good wine. Damn, it’s been so long since I got drunk.

“You’ve poisoned me with your filthy fucking drugs.” I growl low against his throat. “Tried to make an excuse, but it’s not working and my blood is riddled with your insecurities and dumb fear. You wanted me to be pliant, easy to control, and an obedient concubine like your soldiers, but not even the manipulated blood in my veins could ever make me obey you. You’re mine, I could leave you and survive, but you’d be reduced to something less than worthless.”

“Indeed, my love. I’m… yours.”

“There’s plenty of options for someone to please me on team Voltron. Maybe I’d try them all out and see which one makes me feel better than you ever could. You know, the red one thought he owned me too. And we saw how that ended, Princey.” I can hear his breathing getting unsteady, press closer to him so that I can feel his exposed teeth against my neck. “It makes your blood boil, thinking of anyone other than you fucking me? Well, it’s happened. Over and over,” his hands are on my hips and I trace shapes into the back of his neck with the pads of my fingers, “and over and over again.”

“I hate that. I hate it so, so much. I want to be the only one to see you in that state, the only one honored to touch you.”

“Yeah?” We kiss, its rough, teeth clacking, its gross, spit running down his chin and I want to wreck him. Want to be wrecked? Same difference, I guess. He’s breathless and presses me to the wall, I wrap my legs around his waist. “Step the hell up, then, Princey.”

It’s so strange how much of a mess I can make with just my words, but it makes me melt every time.

“You’re my whole universe, darling.”

“Then act like it, Princey.”

“I never want anyone else to touch you ever again.”

“Then make me never want anyone else’s touch.”

“You’ll allow me that chance?”

I let my head drop back against the wall I’m about to get fucked against, looking up at the high ceiling, feeling delirious because I’m wanted, no, not just wanted, because I’m worshipped. I’ve come a lot way and it feels like it’s been years since I’m cried my blue heart out because I’m not worthy of my position, because I’m worthless and replaceable, it feels like it’s been decades since Keith has been cruel to me. Sure, I’m becoming something my pathetic self would have hated, but does that matter when I’m on top of the universe, reigning supreme with a loyal dog at my side? I don’t think so.

“Lotor, you fucked up.” He latches on to the column of my neck and I can feel his guilt through his bite. “And I think I might be very, very wrong in my head right now. And I’m very sure that this will end up bad. But, I’ll give you something I didn’t give Voltron even when they were sobbing and begging for my forgiveness, because this is your first offense.”

He looks up at me expectantly with sharp yellow eyes, framed by white lashes. He kisses the underside of my jaw. “And what is that, my Blue Prince? That you will give to me, even though I’ve taken your humanity?”

This isn’t you, my Paladin. This isn’t right.


I know this isn’t me. I just don’t care.

Chapter 13: https://langst-mccpain.tumblr.com/post/165129576840/a-blue-prince-to-own-chapter-13

Okay, so I’ve been away from this page for a bit, because I’m too lazy to have a main page, but there are a few things I’d like to address with the recent Supergirl ‘Scandal’.

First off, the Supergirl ‘fandom’ is the nastiest ‘fandom’ I have ever encountered. Please note I am using quotation marks, because if you were a ‘fan’, you wouldn’t be acting like this. I’ve watched the video a few times to see what others saw, and honestly I don’t see it. What I see is a group of people, who have done multiple interviews goofing off, and joking around. That song was NOT planned. Have you ever done something spur of the moment (Of course not, everyone is perfect, right??) I know I can’t be the only one when I say this, but when I am goofing off with my friends I’ve said STUPID things. I’m human. I make mistakes. I regret it, I learn, and I move on. That is what being an adult is. I notice a lot of the fans are young, and while that is nothing to be ashamed of, there is a difference when you’re young, and being older and understanding this. How many people have used the term ‘That is so you know what’, or ‘What a R word.’ FYI that word is just as damaging, but I am sure a ton of people say it. They were having fun, goofing off, and didn’t really think before they spoke. They are human, and make mistakes.

What I have seen in the ‘fandom’ completely disgusts me. I’ve seen death threats (Melissa was found dead in Miami, or Melissa, Chris, and Jeremy were murdered in San Diego) First off, what the fuck is wrong with you people? I’ll be blunt, I may get hate, and that is okay. What they did was unfair, and it was wrong, but it wasn’t done out of malice. Malice is posting things like that, tagging Melissa in a comment about her marriage which frankly is NONE of our business. Who knows what went down on their marriage, but the fact that Blake didn’t move to Vancouver with her, and SHE was the one that filed and requested her last name to be changed speaks volumes to me. There is more to that story than we know, and its none of our business, and tagging her in that is disgusting. It is purposely hurtful, and taking things too far.

Secondly, I keep noticing how Katie McGrath is worshiped and admired, when she laughed too. She threw her head back laughing. Melissa also spoke positively on Supercorp. I understand the hurt, and frustration, but everyone needs to take a step back. None of this was directed towards a person, and honestly, Supercorp ‘fans’ are known to take things too far. Now I am not lumping everyone in this, but I have seen things. Posts about how Katie and Melissa will date, and how she is only with Chris because she is obsessed with Mon- El, or how  Rahul Kohli was treated which is DISGUSTING. He is an ACTOR doing his job. He got hate, and he even stated it got racial, which makes no sense, because that is just as bad as being homophobic. Katie’s brother was even catfished by Supercorp fans, which is INSANE. Who does that?? This is a TV Show. They are not their characters from what I’ve seen each the cast does pretty great things. Whether you want to admit it or not, Melissa is a voice for women, Chris has his charity to end the stigma against mental health. Jeremy also seems to do a lot, and he apologized and is learning from their mistake.

I want to clarify I am not saying you don’t deserve to be upset. No one can take away your feelings, but lashing out the way everyone has been isn’t the answer, nor is it healthy. Take a step back, because lashing out isn’t the answer. The nastiness within the fandom is terrifying. Why can’t everyone just get along?

Okay analysis time because I’ve been thinking about this all morning and I love Miles Edgeworth with a passion so—

I’d like to talk about the differences between Rookie Miles Edgeworth and Veteran Miles Edgeworth, and no, this doesn’t actually center around Phoenix Wright at all.

In fact, when I say Veteran Miles Edgeworth, I’m talking about the 24 year old Edgeworth that hadn’t even reunited with Phoenix Wright yet. I see a lot of posts about Edgeworth’s growth from von Karma’s ideology but I think I really need to make this point clear, because I haven’t seen many people make this one…

Miles Edgeworth had given up on perfection long before Phoenix had even showed up.

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sentence prompts ➝  bloodlines
  • ❛ Takes a lot of tries before you hit perfection. ❜
  • ❛ You’re beautiful. ❜
  • ❛ Can you draw a skeleton riding a motorcycle with flames coming out of it?  ❜
  • ❛ They’re waiting for you.  ❜
  • ❛ You look confused ❜
  • ❛ I think I’m just overthinking things. ❜
  • ❛ Mmm. O positive, my favorite. ❜
  • ❛ You’re okay. For a human. ❜
  • ❛ Brilliant? You think I’m brilliant? ❜
  • ❛ The greatest changes in history have come when people were able to shake off what others told them to do. ❜
  • ❛ You look too pretty to be useful. ❜
  • ❛ Truer words were never spoken. ❜
  • ❛ Being charming is my hobby ❜
  • ❛ I’m the life of the party— even without drinking. I wasn’t meant to be alone. ❜
  • ❛ You are an exceptional, talented, and brilliant young woman. ❜
  • ❛ Do not ever let anyone make you feel like you’re less. Do not ever let anyone make you feel invisible. ❜
  • ❛ The world is my stage.  ❜
  • ❛ How could you have screwed this one up? ❜
  • ❛ I can pick a lock. How do you think I got into my parents’ liquor cabinet in middle school? ❜
  • ❛ I want her to be happy. It’s worth sacrificing myself. ❜
  • ❛ I used to think you were weak and just didn’t fight back … but now, honestly, I think you’re actually pretty tough. ❜
  • ❛ You’re a saint. A goddess, even. ❜
  • ❛ She’s all he sees when he closes his eyes. ❜
  • ❛ No matter how much he tries to forget her, no matter how much he drinks … she’s always there.  ❜
  • ❛ Even a psychopath recognized your worth enough to want to kill someone else first. ❜
  • ❛ At least I take action. You? You let the world go by without you. ❜
  • ❛ I’d been raised to be practical and keep my emotions in check. ❜
  • ❛ It was irresponsible! ❜
  • ❛ I like Latin. It’s fun ❜
  • ❛ I can’t believe you think we’re the strange ones. ❜
  • ❛ What is it with you and frozen desserts Why do you always want them? ❜
  • ❛ I always aim to help others in need. ❜
  • ❛ History is important because it teaches us about the past. And bylearning about the past, you come to understand the present, so that you may make educated decisions about the future. ❜
  • ❛ You’re a terrible liar, but I’m still touched you’d attempt it for my sake. ❜