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5 Ways to Feel Better in 5 Minutes

I know at least one person who has lost all motivation now that summer has begun. There’s something about not being in a regular, structured environment full of like-minded peers that just kinda brings people down, you know? However, you don’t have to succumb to feeling gross now that summer is here. Here are five tips that can be completed in five minutes to make life feel a little better.

Wash your face.

It doesn’t have to even be a full wash. In summer, sometimes a facial wipe-down with a damp cloth can do wonders. It’s cool, it’s refreshing, and it can help energize you to do whatever you wanna get done.

Put away three items.

Right now, look to your right and put away the first three items you see that are out of place. You can keep going if you want. It’s not required, though! Just three seems to be enough for me to feel useful but not put-upon. Plus, now your living space is three items tidier, which is good for morale.

Light a candle and watch it flicker.

Meditation is boring. That’s fair. However, watching a candle burn is similar, in that it allows your mind to empty out and focus on nothing. I could watch a fire burn for ages, lost in my thoughts. Plus, most candles smell nice. Bonus!

Change clothes.

If you’re in a summer funk, I’d bet money you’re wearing at least one article of clothing that you’ve been living in for about a day too long. Go change, now. I feel the most human on days where I dress nice and wear my fancy linen cardigan. You probably have a similar outfit. Go wear it.

Drink a glass of water.

I have once again lost my good water bottle, so I have a new one coming in the mail. Until then, and for the past few weeks, I will be and have been dehydrated. Dehydration can mess with your head in a bunch of ways, none of them good. My willpower decreases, I get lazier, and I don’t sleep as well. So drink a glass of water for me and maybe we’ll both feel better.


Obviously none of these are cure-alls or quick fixes for something more than a minor slump. But for a quick mood boost, there’s few things I’ve found that are more effective. Go kick that summer slump’s butt. You got this!

This is going to be long and emotional so bear with me

I want to thank Mark, Ethan, Tyler, Bob, Wade, and the crew for making the Your Welcome Tour possible. I feel honored to have gone and been a part of the crowd. Everyone was so great and it was just amazing to see.

I’ve been watching @markiplier since the beginning, and it means so much to have seen him and the others throughout this whole journey. Just seeing how far everyone has come has given me just this joy, if that makes sense.

Here’s where the emotional part comes in, and as fruitless as it may be to ask, I really hope one of them reads this. Ya’ll….Ya’ll kept me alive. That may sound overdramatic, but I’m serious. When I moved down to Houston in 2013, I had absolutely everything taken from me, literally. My moving truck was literally stolen in a hotel parking lot in Dallas. All my possessions, all my childhood, gone within the night, to never be seen again. I was devastated. I was already suffering from severe anxiety and clinical depression, and that had just made it worse tenfold. I came to Houston with no friends, no possessions, just the clothes on my back and what little I had brought in a small suitcase. It was really hard–I moved here just before school let out, and I was homeschooled, so I never met anybody until the fall. I was all alone. And I thought about suicide. Mark, your videos were what I literally was living for for a few months there. Every day I’d tell myself that I had to see it through, I had your videos to look forward to. I have so much thanks that it would be impossible to voice them all.

Bob and Wade, I remember seeing you both on Mark’s channel, which is how I was introduced to you guys. Your videos kept me, and still keep me, going, too, and I’m so thankful. Both of you are so wonderful.

Tyler and Ethan, I remember when both of you were first introduced. And I remember thinking just how goddamn awesome you both were.

So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you, thank you all. I’m so honored to have seen the show, I’m so honored to have seen you all in person, to see the people who kept me alive and still are a reason I am alive. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Keep being awesome, guys. And thank you again.

@lordminion @markiplier
Malec Fanfic Rec!

Malec writing goodies from amazing writers.These are some golden works

4 times Alec almost said I love you, and the one time that he actually did by sufferingbisexual

Alec realized he was in love with Magnus. However when will he be able to actually tell him.

Across the Hall by clato27

“'She looks just like your wife,’ Magnus said, offhandedly. His gaze tore back to Alec when he heard the other man choke on the coffee he was drinking. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, are you two not married.’ 'Uh, no,’ Alec said after recovering from his coughing fit. 'Izzy is my sister.'”

Aka, the “I fell in love with the pregnant girl across the hall’s brother” AU.

Addicted To You by @imawriteriwrite

Magnus Bane’s the head of his own company. Alec Lightwood is in his last year of law school. They’ve never met but have one thing in common: neither does relationships. Just one night stands. That is until they find themselves matched on a hookup app and suddenly one night is not enough.

Also known as the one where Magnus and Alec meet and think they can have no strings attached sex and not develop feelings.

Alecs Husband by NotEvenThat

Max misses Alec and finally demands that he go with Alec and his friend.. Even if Mom says no.

Amor Aeternus by @lolguess

In a world where the Clave encourages soulbonding you would think Magnus and Alec have it easy.

And Then I Met You by @everydayfandom

Sometimes someone comes along and throws you of your life path. And sometimes that’s not such a bad thing.

Bibliophile by @dorkberto

Despite what his sister thinks about his non-existent love life, Alec is not in danger of an oncoming descent into recluse crazy cat owner. For one; Church would eat his competitors for Alec’s undivided attention and two; Alec’s a little hung up over Magnus Bane.

Blue storm by @dorkberto

Ragnor was gone.

Ragnor was gone

Bright Lights, Small Town by @lecrit

When Magnus gets to Nashville, Indiana to handle his late mother’s will, he doesn’t expect to be forced to stay there for six months. Six months away from New York and lost in the wildness of the countryside.

It quickly appears that he is going to go through six months of living hell.

The fact that he hates the local veterinarian on sight isn’t helping.

Broken Arrows by @gibberish10

Over his parabatai’s missing, Alec lashes out at everyone, including Magnus Bane, his warlock lover.

Come Undone by @gibberish10

No one has asked him how he felt, but Alec did.

Complete Me by Maleciseverything

“What one loves in childhood stays in the heart forever.” -Mary Jo Putney

Drop It Like It’s Hot by @janoda

Alec tries to deal with people behaving differently since the wedding. He hadn’t counted on Dylan from Accounting.

Fusion by prfctdaze

Magnus gets the surprise of his life when he walks in to Jade Wolf.

Happy Birthday, Beautiful by @themagnusbane

The thing about having lived for centuries is that birthdays are no longer such a big deal. A pity no one told that to Magnus Bane’s party extraordinaire boyfriend: Alec Lightwood.

Hold me tightly by Tchell1

“I thought you had died, Alexander” Magnus finally said as a way of explaining himself “I saw you die”

Hypnotise by highlytrainedfangirl

Alec had a problem. One that was wrapped up in exquisite clothing and dusted in glitter. Alec was quickly realising that being around Magnus was terrible for his composure. Ignoring the fact that he could barely string a sentence together without tripping over his words, he’d discovered a new distraction: magic.

I found God but it wasn’t supposed to be by @intangibel

After closing a particularly spectacular legal case Magnus sends Ragnor a celebratory text only to find himself the victim of autocorrect and having to explain to a very handsome angel (Alec) that he isn’t God, no matter how much he wishes he was right now.

In The Cards by Obssesivecompulsivereadr

Magnus wore cardigans and baggy slacks. He owned two cats, and he lived in a home more suitable for an elderly mundane woman for a reason. He was to remain boring and unsuitable for most associations with people. He did not like attention, no matter how positive it might be. He was to seem eccentric and weird. Living a life focused on magic that was supposed to not exist.

Into You by @darrenchristsupastar

Alec has more layers than we may have previously thought

It’s Time To Lose Your Virginity, Brother Dearest by @themagnusbane

Magnus Bane is a famous stripper, used to pretty boys falling in love with him after one dance. The feeling is hardly ever mutual. But when he meets the freshly turned twenty-one year old Alec lightwood, he can’t take his eyes off him, and they find themselves in love quicker than they expected.

Looking at him by @jainsel-and-the-ships

Alec Lightwood is in love with his best friend and colleague Jace.
Jace is straight and at the moment he’s dating this Clary girl. Alec is certain it won’t last, as all his friend’s previous relationships.
Then there’s Magnus Bane, another co-worker and a man who sure knows how to make Alec feel embarrassed.
Something’s going on between Alec and Magnus.
Something’s going on between Jace and Clary too…

Magic and Rum by NotEvenThat

Shortly after the party, Magnus finds Max in the kitchen.

Make a home out of you by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion

“There is a delicate system in place and you are destroying it, Alexander Lightwood. Unhand my pants.”

“Now there’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear you say. You’re usually encouraging me to put my hands on your pants.”

Morning hair by @lollylokoala

While Magnus was completely aware of the effect Alec had on him, he didn’t know that a tiny little detail in Alec’s morning look could make his heart skipped a beat.

My Heart Smiles by pseudofoucault333 

Magnus is an interior designer who is dreading going to his yearly Christmas party and Alec a waiter who has dealt with more than enough Christmas cheer to last a lifetime. But when the two set eyes on the other across a crowded restaurant are they going to be destined for more when the festive season is over?

My True Love Gave To Me by @imawriteriwrite

Magnus Bane had a plan, a perfect Christmas Eve just like always. Hang out with his friends, bask in the Christmas Spirit. Then everything went wrong.

Now he’s stuck reliving the same day again and again and again. The bright side? Maybe Alec Lightwood isn’t as terrible as Magnus always thought.

Never Stand Between Two Mirrors by @oncethrown

Alec has enough on his plate right now. His parents are furious at him, Magnus Bane is making him feel things he’s trying so hard not to feel, his wedding is coming up, and his world is breaking apart.What he doesn’t need is a fussy mundane version on himself showing up in the Institute basement. What he doesn’t need is Magnus telling him that they’ll just have to wait for Seelie Magic to suck that version of himself back to his own dimension.But since when does Alec get what he needs?

Alternate Dimension Alec gets trapped in the Shadowhunter reality at some point after the “I know you feel what I feel” scene. The gang desperately tries to stop chaos from ensuing. 

Nothing But A Distraction by @actuallyredorchid

Clary doesn’t sneak away when Alec’s on the phone, so Alec accepts Magnus’ invitation to “go out for a drink”.

Off to a bad start by @fangtasticsaphael

“How did you manage to never run into him? He’s always helping with stuff and he’s even been at the institute about three weeks ago to strengthen the wards against further attacks from Valentine,” she replied and looked at her brother incredulously. Alexander scrunched up his nose and shrugged.

“Well, maybe I have better things to do than waiting around to watch some overrated warlock do magic tricks,” he commented a little defensively but it was the truth. He always had something to do and even when they were not out demon hunting, he had either paperwork to do or train.

“Pardon me, but I’m not just some overrated warlock. I’m the High Warlock of Brooklyn and that title is well deserved, if I may say so. And I’m appalled that you refer to my magic as petty tricks. You Nephilim always act to high and mighty, yet you’re constantly in need of some tricks from overrated warlocks to help you out of some unnecessary dilemma,” a foreign voice interjected and Alec whirled around, fingers instinctively curling around his bow to be ready to attack if need be. The owner of the voice was not what Alexander had expected, to be honest.

Oh lover, hold on by @fireblazie

The mask and goggles clatter to the ground. Isabelle makes a choked noise, and Jace whispers, paper-thin, “Alec?”

Magnus stops breathing as Alec’s gaze—cold, dead, and empty—comes to rest impassively on them.

“Who the hell is Alec?”

(Loosely based on Captain America: The Winter Soldier.)

One Show Only by KouriArashi

It’s hard to stay in the closet when the guy you had a one-night stand with two nights ago turns out to be your new partner … but Alec will be damned if he isn’t going to give it a try.

People say crazy things by @ohlafraise

“But what I don’t get is why Magnus cares so much about a random shadowhunter,” Jocelyn said.

Simon winced. “Oh, boy.”

Pick up lines by Gracefanfics

Admittly maybe using pick up lines in the middle of your brother’s rune party was a bad idea.

Or 
A short fic about Alec not having great timing in using pick up lines on Magnus.

Shooting Pool by @malec-is-pretty

Magnus and Alec go on their date and a simple game of pool gets them a little wound up.

Somewhere safe to finally break by onefootintheboilinghotlava

With the war finally over, Magnus had time to be alone and his mind decided to bring up all the things and people he had lost in the war at once. At his own loft, with his two beloved cats sleeping soundly, Magnus broke down……

Tampons and Concealer? By onefootintheboilinghotlava

So Izzy sent Alec to get tampons and concealer…Alec was standing in the drugstore, not even sure where to begin, when a handsome stranger offered to help.

That’s your cue by @theleftboobgrabber

“Keep your hands to yourself,” Alec tells Magnus apropos of nothing.

Magnus frowns. “I’m on the other side of the table!” he protests… not that he wasn’t thinking about some light groping per say, but they’re in public, Alec might not be into it and, while he’s good at concealing it, Magnus does have manners. Sometimes.

My take on Magnus and Alec’s date.

The Choices of the Chosen by KouriArashi

The day after his 21st birthday, Alec is sent to the demonic court as a gladiator, where he makes both friends and enemies … along with meeting Magnus Bane, who doesn’t seem to fit in either category.

The Only Magic I Believe In (Is The Magic I Receive From Loving You) by @delilahbelle

Or, four gifts Alec gives Magnus.

“No one’s ever done anything like that for me before.”

Alec’s face softens. “Well, I’m going to do it for as long as I’m alive. So get used to it.”

The Second Kiss by @simonseroticfriendfiction

“So here we are.” Magnus said, taking a step closer to Alec.

Alec gulped and took a deep breath in through his nose. “Yeah, here we are.” He squeezed his fingers nervously in his fists as he caught Magnus glancing towards his lips. “I-I suppose you want me to kiss you?” He stuttered, voice faltering.

This Christmas (You’re Someone Special) by vulturemonem 

Last Christmas, Magnus Bane had his heart broken.

Again, and again, and again.

And he didn’t think it would be mended anytime soon. He certainly didn’t think he’d be ready to let anybody in. Until a beautiful boy walks into his shop, and steals his breath with shy glances, kind words, and a fantastic coffee machine.

Maybe this Christmas will be better.

Or: In which Camille is awful, Ragnor and Raphael are an old married couple, and Magnus can’t help but be enamoured by Alec Lightwood.

This Night Is Not Forever by @isabellebiwoods

Alec Lightwood is a happily settled down man in a loving, caring relationship. But things weren’t always that way… and once upon a time, Alec used his Valentine’s Day to celebrate the spirit of the night as much as possible.

aka. world inverted legendary lothario alec lightwood

Too Much is Never Enough by Obsessivecompulsivereadr

They are on opposite edges of the same ideal. Alec so young, and Magnus so much older. Alec a blessed acolyte of the Angel, Raziel. Magnus the abandoned son of the Greater Demon, Asmodeus. Magnus with so much more unimportant and irrelevant experience, and Alec with none. They could not be more different if they tried, and yet, they are also the same. A matched set of uncertainty and inability to accept that someone might want them for exactly who they are.

Top Three by @nebulein

So.” Alec flops back onto the bed, sprawled in a lazy heap on his back, sated and boneless. Magnus is already lying on his belly, basking in the afterglow, and he surreptitiously steals closer, burrowing against Alec’s side. “Best sex of my life.”

Magnus hums, resting his head on his arms, revelling in the thrill those words send through him.

“Or, well,” Alec hazardously waves an arm around, “easily in the top three.”

Magnus giggles. He has no idea where that came from. It’s uncharacteristic for him. Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn is usually much too dignified to giggle. But then Alec turns his head and grins at Magnus, lopsided and loopy but brilliant, oh so brilliant, warming Magnus from the inside out and maybe this is exactly the kind of situation which calls for a giggle, so Magnus will allow it. Just this once.

“How about you?”

Twenty-One-Year-Old Alec Lightwood by Obsessivecompulsivereadr

Alec tries not to want Magnus, but it goes about as well as all those other things Alec’s tried not to want throughout the years. Which is… badly

Warm In Your Light by @actuallyredorchid

It’s far too easy, letting himself be swept away.

(S02E07 missing scene)

We must choose to reach out and touch by Ambros

Magnus holds out his hand, a silver chain running around his middle finger and wrist, and Alec doesn’t have the time to process it – to think, doesn’t have the time to realise what’s going to happen because he has to take it and he does, electricity dancing through their fingers and down his back and he tries not to think about it, holds out his own hand for Jace and feels unbalanced; he knows Jace’s touch, remembers it from roughing each other up when they were kids even though he tried to forget it, to turn it into a ghost when he understood, but Magnus’ is new and smooth and unassuming and he feels uncomfortable, doesn’t know what to do with it.

Who Ya Gonna Call? By @menckenschrestomethy

“You have to—“

“Help you?” Magnus filled in dryly.

Or: The Six Times Magnus helped someone, and the one time they try to help him

Will you be my best friend? Will you be my last? by @lightwoodlesbians

or the 'you pretended to be my partner bc my ex wouldn’t stop talking to me’ au

You Are Certainly My Poison of Choice by iktwabrokenbone

So there he was. Midnight, at a party. Preparing himself to do something with a guy. To spend one night getting all of this- this unspeakable desire out of his system. He needed to forget it before he made a mistake and ruined his career, his chances of becoming Head of the New York Institute.
 

(Alec’s panic attacks were getting worse and worse and maybe if he spent one night with a guy he could get it out of his system, and he could forget being gay and loving Jace. But nothing went that smoothly, so of course Alec’s one night stand had to be Magnus Bane, and they had to keep bumping into each other. It wasn’t like Alec wanted to understand his emotions, anyway.)

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[TianShan Week]

Day 5: AU

…Avatar: The Last Airbender alternative universe!

Even I don’t know what He Tian was injured by lol~

In this version, from the get-go, I knew the siblings were going to be from the Southern Water Tribe and Guan Shan was going to be a non-bender(an ex-Freedom Fighter and later finds out his mum is still alive and now currently living with her at Ba Sing Se, working at a family-run restaurant).

He Tian and Jian Yi were so much harder for me to decide… One could be the Avatar(but I thought it didn’t make much sense since both currently have living family), or both from Fire Nation, or something else– Then I realised, why am I thinking so hard about this? I’m not going to draw a whole lot about this universe! XD

So now Jian Yi is a waterbender(I guess he could be from the Northern Water Tribe), just to reinforce the “waterbenders” line that Guan Shan delivers. God knows what element He Tian is in this– I just chosen the colours of the clothes he normally wears lol :P

#002

Pairing: Kang Daniel/reader (third person)

Word Count: 2071

Rating: 18+ for sexual content

Summary: A continuation of the first part: x

A/N: sorry for leaving y’all hanging for a bit, i’ve been wayyy busy. The ending’s kinda awkward and cliffhanger-y even though there’ll be no continuation. It’s also kinda short bc ya girl is bad at writing pussy eating

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teenage fever ❖ baekhyun (4)

Baekhyun was so in love, thinking that you still were like this after all you’ve been through, he really thought you were the only one for him.


admin : - velvet
genre: baekhyun! philosophy uni professor au, age gap (if you don’t like, please don’t read), angst, slice of life and fluff + a lot of sexual tension!


(gif not mine, cr to the owner)

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You took a big breath, your heart rate was quick because of the little run you had to do to be on time, but you finally were there, in front of your Philosophy class for your last lesson of the year. University wasn’t over, but you decided to take three months just to follow Art classes, so you were really going to dump Mr. Byun’s course for your major. You were sad, you always loved Philosophy, but that year Art was more important and you needed to pass it with the highest grade. 

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FP Jones/Andrews family /Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 5

Originally posted by archiiandrews

AN: This fic has gotten such a positive reaction and I’m so glad all of you are enjoying it!

Catch up here: (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 1,956 (This chapter is a little short, sorry!)

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic,

“You dragged me over here because you can’t find your wallet? That is what you need me for?” You laughed with disbelief, FP only shrugged his shoulders and rose his eyebrows. 

“Hey, the more people, the quicker I find it.” FP said as he continued to look around the trailer to which looked like a bomb site.

You wanted to say some snarky comment about him having any other friends but in all honesty you were happy he had called you and even thought of you when it came down to something like this. 

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Zen Habits

Zen Habits Live Simply (don’t just shove it under the rug)

  1. Do one thing at a time. This rule (and some of the others that follow) will be familiar to long-time Zen Habits readers. It’s part of my philosophy, and it’s also a part of the life of a Zen monk: single-task, don’t multi-task. When you’re pouring water, just pour water. When you’re eating, just eat. When you’re bathing, just bathe. Don’t try to knock off a few tasks while eating or bathing. Zen proverb: “When walking, walk. When eating, eat.”

  2. Do it slowly and deliberately. You can do one task at a time, but also rush that task. Instead, take your time, and move slowly. Make your actions deliberate, not rushed and random. It takes practice, but it helps you focus on the task.

  3. Do it completely. Put your mind completely on the task. Don’t move on to the next task until you’re finished. If, for some reason, you have no choice but to move on to something else, try to at least put away the unfinished task and clean up after yourself. If you prepare a sandwich, don’t start eating it until you’ve put away the stuff you used to prepare it, wiped down the counter, and washed the dishes used for preparation. Then you’re done with that task, and can focus more completely on the next task.

  4. Do less. A Zen monk doesn’t lead a lazy life: he wakes early and has a day filled with work. However, he doesn’t have an unending task list either — there are certain things he’s going to do today, an no more. If you do less, you can do those things more slowly, more completely and with more concentration. If you fill your day with tasks, you will be rushing from one thing to the next without stopping to think about what you do.

  5. Put space between things. Related to the “Do less” rule, but it’s a way of managing your schedule so that you always have time to complete each task. Don’t schedule things close together — instead, leave room between things on your schedule. That gives you a more relaxed schedule, and leaves space in case one task takes longer than you planned.

  6. Develop rituals. Zen monks have rituals for many things they do, from eating to cleaning to meditation. Ritual gives something a sense of importance — if it’s important enough to have a ritual, it’s important enough to be given your entire attention, and to be done slowly and correctly. You don’t have to learn the Zen monk rituals — you can create your own, for the preparation of food, for eating, for cleaning, for what you do before you start your work, for what you do when you wake up and before you go to bed, for what you do just before exercise. Anything you want, really.

  7. Designate time for certain things. There are certain times in the day of a Zen monk designated for certain activities. A time for for bathing, a time for work, a time for cleaning, a time for eating. This ensures that those things get done regularly. You can designate time for your own activities, whether that be work or cleaning or exercise or quiet contemplation. If it’s important enough to do regularly, consider designating a time for it.

  8. Devote time to sitting. In the life of a Zen monk, sitting meditation (zazen) is one of the most important parts of his day. Each day, there is time designated just for sitting. This meditation is really practice for learning to be present. You can devote time for sitting meditation, or do what I do: I use running as a way to practice being in the moment. You could use any activity in the same way, as long as you do it regularly and practice being present.

  9. Smile and serve others. Zen monks spend part of their day in service to others, whether that be other monks in the monastery or people on the outside world. It teaches them humility, and ensures that their lives are not just selfish, but devoted to others. If you’re a parent, it’s likely you already spend at least some time in service to others in your household, and non-parents may already do this too. Similarly, smiling and being kind to others can be a great way to improve the lives of those around you. Also consider volunteering for charity work.

  10. Make cleaning and cooking become meditation. Aside from the zazen mentioned above, cooking and cleaning are to of the most exalted parts of a Zen monk’s day. They are both great ways to practice mindfulness, and can be great rituals performed each day. If cooking and cleaning seem like boring chores to you, try doing them as a form of meditation. Put your entire mind into those tasks, concentrate, and do them slowly and completely. It could change your entire day (as well as leave you with a cleaner house).

  11. Think about what is necessary. There is little in a Zen monk’s life that isn’t necessary. He doesn’t have a closet full of shoes, or the latest in trendy clothes. He doesn’t have a refrigerator and cabinets full of junk food. He doesn’t have the latest gadgets, cars, televisions, or iPod. He has basic clothing, basic shelter, basic utensils, basic tools, and the most basic food (they eat simple, vegetarian meals consisting usually of rice, miso soup, vegetables, and pickled vegetables). Now, I’m not saying you should live exactly like a Zen monk — I certainly don’t. But it does serve as a reminder that there is much in our lives that aren’t necessary, and it can be useful to give some thought about what we really need, and whether it is important to have all the stuff we have that’s not necessary.

  12. Live simply. The corollary of Rule 11 is that if something isn’t necessary, you can probably live without it. And so to live simply is to rid your life of as many of the unnecessary and unessential things as you can, to make room for the essential. Now, what is essential will be different to each person. For me, my family, my writing, my running and my reading are essential. To others, yoga and spending time with close friends might be essential. For others it will be nursing and volunteering and going to church and collecting comic books. There is no law saying what should be essential for you — but you should consider what is most important to your life, and make room for that by eliminating the other less essential things in your life.

  13. Live in the NOW

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Request:  Could you write one where Cisco and you are moving in together?

Request:  Could you write something where you’re Harrison Wells’ daughter and are dating Cisco?

“My God, how many boxes do you have?” Cisco complains, lugging a box of books into his apartment.

“I did warn you about this,” you roll your eyes, unable to hide the amused smile that was playing on your lips.

“I thought you were joking,” Cisco admits in a pant, leaning against the back of his sofa. “How do you even have this much stuff?”

“You’d be surprised what living in a parallel universe without any material goods will do to a girl,” you reply with a smirk, inching your way towards your boyfriend.

Reaching out with a playful smirk, Cisco cheerfully pulls you towards him, his fingers wrapped tight around your waist. “Oh yeah? Maybe you’ll have to tell me about that sometime.”

“Oh no, absolutely not,” your father’s voice interrupts the moment from behind a large box of clothing. “What ever you’re doing, stop it, now.”

“Dad,” you sigh, shaking your head. “You can’t even see what we’re doing.”

“Doesn’t mean you should be doing it,” the gruff voice groans, as he places the box down, throwing a sharp look towards you and Cisco, one that would have most people running.

“And this is why I’m moving out.”

Caffeine Challenge #23

Great Challenge everyone! I can’t wait to read all of your stories :) You can find the prompt here (X) for anyone late to the challenge!


His heart is still beating when you decide you’ve spent enough time with his blood on your hands. Enough time trailing after him with broken apologies falling from your lips. Enough time presenting him with gifts like sacrifice so he’ll just smile one more time.

You stare out at the city, coffee hot in your cold hands and think, Enough. You put the mug down on the counter, shrug on your jacket and slide off the stool. You jostle your neighbor, but neither of you say anything to acknowledge the invasion of personal space. You’re both city dwellers and you know when to fight and when to just let it go.

You wish you’d remembered that a month ago.

You walk out onto Michigan Ave, tuck your hands into your pockets, and put your head down against the biting breeze coming off Lake Michigan. A bus comes by, stops, and rolls away without you.

You want to walk. You want to feel the rock salt crunch under your feet, the ice pull at your stability, the wind cut through your jeans. Then, maybe, you won’t have to think about how he’s been dead to you for months despite the fact that his heart is still beating.

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“Babe?”

Your hand tightens around your phone and you bring it in tight to your chest. You’re sitting on the couch, knees tucked to the side and feet bare. You make your fingers loosen before the edges of your phone case, scraped and dinged from months of hard use, pierce them.

He walks into the room, hair tousled and cheeks red from the wind outside. He’s wearing the long coat you got him last christmas, the one that actually goes down far enough to keep him from freezing his ass off. His blue eyes are bright, but not with the joy of seeing you. Oh no.

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Hey so Hawaiian!Hunk is becoming a really popular headcanon and I decided to give you some cool Hawaii facts from a real life Hawaiian™ so that way you don’t have to perpetuate stereotypes. I haven’t seen it too much yet, but I understand that it’s hard to find accurate stuff online if you don’t already know where to look. (Other Hawaiians feel free to add stuff)


  • It’s very rare to find a pure Hawaiian, there’s ~200 left. So when you’re making your Hunk keep that in mind. Here’s the formula for making a Hawaiian. Asian + Polynesian + Caucasian. For example, I am Hawaiian, Chinese, Filipino, Portuguese, and Swiss. And i had the smallest number of ethnicities out of my friend, I knew one dude with 15. That’s kinda a lot, but not uncommon. 
    • Also, it’s totally not weird to ask someone what they are. (something i needed to learn not to do in my college because apparently it’s rude??)
    • I personally would HC Hunk as being a mix of Hawaiian, Samoan, Tongan, Filipino, Portuguese, Chinese, and maybe some British.
    • Fun fact: the reason we are so mixed was because plantation workers were imported from around the pacific and they usually stayed for so long that they would end up marrying a Hawaiian. Tbh this is probably why we didn’t completely die out in the 1800s.
  • No one really speaks full Hawaiian anymore, our language is sadly dying out, but there have been efforts made (like charter schools where they only speak Hawaiian to the students) and everyone here knows at least 30 words in Hawaiian. However, we do speak pidgin very frequently, it’s basically a dialect of the islands evolved from the Hawaiians first learning the languages of the traders who came to Hawaii. Because of pidgin we call a lot things by a different name (and most of the time don’t even know it has a different word).
    • Examples: Mainland for the continent of America, chicken skin for goosebumps, rubber band for hair tie (i’m actually not sure what the real word is…), etc
    • Also this means that you’re constantly having to translate when you’re on the mainland. I never realized how much pidgin I used until my friends just kept giving me blank stares. It’s very frustrating, especially when you realize you have never known the translation and have to just hope the others will understand.
  • Hawaii is a very unique place. The culture, the people, the weather, the aloha spirit, etc. Any time you leave the islands for an extended periods you get very homesick because it’s difficult to find things that are authentically Hawaiian outside of Hawaii.
  • Some stereotypes:
    • Yes all of us do at least one of these things, surfing, hula, playing ukulele, singing, or swimming.
    • We do wear “Hawaiian shirts” and “muumuus”, however they are nothing like what you are probably thinking of. We call them aloha shirts and Mu'umu'us, and they are our formal wear. The designs are a lot more subtle and there really aren’t any crazy bright colors. The designs are usually quilt patterns of native flora and fauna
    • yeah we’re pretty chill with walking barefoot and in a bathing suit. The weather is very temperate and you don’t really need to wear clothes so it’s not really a big deal to see people in various stages of undress. We really don’t care about nudity that much…
  • Hawaiian Quirks:
    • we call everyone older than us Aunty or Uncle and pretty much everyone over 20 responds to that. It’s a sign of respect. It also confuses mainlanders a lot because they think we have super huge families, which we totally do, but still I’m not actually related to everyone on the island.
    • being on the verge of destroying the earth every time someone calls slippers “flip flops”. THEY SLIP ON AND THEY DO NOT MAKE A GODDAMN FLIP OR FLOP NOISE. it’s such a dumb name pls stop. I legitimately thought it was a dumb tv joke for 18 years of my life because tv has never been accurate with anything about Hawaii so there’s no way it was actually accurate with such a dumb name.
    • automatically judging someone based on their reaction to you saying you’re from Hawaii ex: “OH! You’re from Hawaii??!!!1!!!11 That’s so cool!!!11z!! Do you guys live in grass shacks?? is this the first time you’re wearing real clothes???? do you know what the internet is??!!??? How did you get here??” (yes these are real questions my friends and I have been asked) If you ask any of these we will probably avoid you forever
    • Using Hawaiian words to describe moral values because they hold so much more meaning than the English translations 
    • Having a list of local foods you’re gonna have when you get back
    • layering up once it gets into the 60s (15ish) because hello the coldest it ever gets in Hawaii is 60 and that’s only in the dead of winter.
    • Freaking out about seasons. We have no seasons here. It took me 18 years to see Fall and Spring and I can count on my hand how many times I’ve seen snow. So yeah, we lose it every time we see snow. Also we wish people a bright Christmas because we’ve really only experienced maybe one white Christmas
  • Although body image issues are still a thing in Hawaii they aren’t as bad as everywhere else. Hawaiian ads usually features locals without photoshop so we aren’t really bombarded with this “perfect” white body image

Feel free to come talk with me if you want to know more! I tried to keep this simple.

calfreezy imagine: lovebite (SMUT)

REQUESTED:  ‘Can you write me a Cal imagine? (Freezy) where you have sex with Cal and he gives you a lovebite? And the boys notices and finds out you’re together?’

It had been a couple of hours since we had got back from the club. The flat was dark, London’s night lights shining in through the balcony, and I made it to be at least four in the morning. Everybody else was asleep.

The only reason I was here in the Halo Tower was because I had been too drunk to get home safely, but now I was beginning to sober. That was a common theme throughout my night outs; I was always the drunkest, but it didn’t last as long, and as soon as it hit bedtime I was usually over it. On this occasion I was still tipsy but it was manageable. I could make decisions for myself.

There was one particular decision I wanted to make in this moment, and that, required Mr Calfreezy himself. I wanted him. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol, or the way he looked in a button up, but I wanted him.

In a move most probably made by the alcohol in my veins I made my way to his bedroom, knocking my small fist on his door. To my surprise I was greeted with a ‘come in’.

“Cal? Are you awake?”

In the dark settings I could still make out his features. I noticed him sitting up against the headboard of his king size bed. 

“Yeah, are you alright?”

His voice was only slightly slurred, a significant difference from what it sounded like earlier on tonight. I edged closer towards his bed. My hand lingered on his wall.

“Yeah,” I answered. “Can I turn the light on?”

“Sure,” he responded and I turned the switch. The light unveiled Cal, sitting up under his duvet, shirtless but his lower body hidden. The air was sucked out of my chest. His stomach was toned, abs forming. Wow. 

He moved over in his bed, patting the empty space beside him and pulling back his duvet. I sat down gingerly.

“What’s going on?”

“I can’t sleep. I’m not drunk anymore.”

“Yes you are,” he smirked, laughing slightly. “You just can’t tell. But I agree, you’re not as bad as you were earlier.”

I pouted. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“Hey, I’m sorry,” his cold hand touched my shoulder, leaving goosebumps on my arm. “I’m not laughing at you.”

“You better not be.”

I watched as his eyes widened, before narrowing. “Or what?” He asked, his voice laced with curiosity. Fuck it.

“Or this.”

I almost lunged forward, grabbing Cal’s face and pressing my lips eagerly onto his. Seemingly shocked, but in no way arguing he reciprocated the action, placing both hands on my hips underneath the tshirt dress I was wearing as a night gown. I climbed on top of him. As I straddled him I groaned; both the feeling of his hands tracing over the lace of my underwear and the thin material of his boxers separating our areas, I did not know which feeling was more intense. The noise radiating from my throat into his caused him to groan too, a sound that made my skin heat. I began grinding against him.

The contact of our mouths was broken momentarily as Cal ripped the tshirt dress off of me. He tossed it to the floor, flipping me to be underneath him now. Another moan left my mouth as he moved his lips to my neck. He sucked the skin, grazing it with his teeth in several areas, and I wrapped my arms around the bare skin of his back letting my nails sink in.

“Are you on the pill?” He asked, and I nodded. He then began to kiss down my body, sucking on the skin from my collarbones right down to my cleavage, as his hand made it’s way to my pants. I squirmed at the way the material rubbed against me.

“Don’t tease,” I groaned. Cal silently obliged, dragging the lace down past my leg and eventually tossing them to the floor. As his fingers moved inside me I struggled to catch my breath.

Fed up of the foreplay, I pulled at his boxers, the white Calvin Klein material becoming see through as it stretched over his erection. Freezy quickly disposed of them and in no time placed himself inside of me.

Our moans filled the air. The windows seemed to steam up outside of the slowly coming sunset, and it wasn’t long at all before we both reached our climax, and Cal gave way on top of me. I rolled over, making space for him to lie behind me and in no time, we were both asleep.

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It was the glisten of sunlight peaking through the windows that woke me originally, although the artificial light coming from the ceiling did not help the case. I squinted as I tried to figure out my surroundings. The small, homely room was not familiar, and was definitely not where I’d ended up last night…

And then I remembered. I rolled over apprehensively; but there was no one there. It was an empty space of creased bedsheets. The manly scent of aftershave overwhelmed me as I stood, searching for my clothes on the floor. God did I hope everyone else was still awake, I thought as I picked up last nights dress and panties and put them back on - gross. 

As I made my way out of the room, I heard voices from the living room.

“Y/n, is that you?”

Fuck. Lux and Harry were here. They knew I had stayed last night, but would Cal have told them about last night? How would he act around me?

I walked in shame to the living room, feeling incredibly hungover and messy as I was confronted by the three boys sitting on the sofa.

“Hi,” I murmured, brushing my hair behind my ear.

“Alright Y/n? How you feeling?”

They acted seemingly normal. I took Harry’s question to be a reference to my drunken state last night, and I felt reassured. I took a seat on the chair closest to the TV.

“I’m fine, how are you?”

“I’m fin- Jesus fucking Christ Y/n!”

Harry’s eyes widened as he looked up at me. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as Freezy mouthed me a quick ‘sorry’, his eyes lit up in humour. 

“Who the fuck gave you those?”

“Gave me what?”

“The fucking marks all over your neck and chest! Did you get attacked by leeches in the night?” Lux exclaimed, assumedly having noticed too now. I felt my face heat as I realised what was hiding behind the rips in my shirt, and the uncovered skin of my neck. Shit.

The lovebites.

“Did you get those at the club? I don’t remember you having them when we brought you home.” Harry and Lux came closer. They both examined my neck, piecing together a puzzle between them as to how the hickeys got there.

“Um,” I squeaked, covering my neck with my hand. I avoided Freezy’s eye as he remained on the sofa, a smirk masked behind his hand. 

“Well come on, who was it?” Harry persisted. Lux stepped back suddenly, giving me a look.

“Hang on a fucking second,” Lux interjected as his eyes moved to Freezy. “Young Callum…you’re being very quiet, you know.”

“Am I?” He asked, faking oblivion and I cringed. Yep, he’s figured it out.

“Yes, you are. Why is it you weren’t surprised to see the hickeys, Cal?”

“Well I-” 

“You didn’t get up to see them either,” Lux interrupted again, acting as a detective almost. I somehow wished the ground would swallow me whole. Fucking curse drunk Y/n and her poor decision making. “Could it be you’ve…seen them before?”

Cal looked sheepish, and so did I, I imagined. Harry’s jaw dropped as him and Lux looked at eachother.

“You two fucked!” He exclaimed. I covered my face, only to have my arms pulled away by Lux.

“No no, no hiding now Y/n, did you or did you not fuck Freezy last night?”

“Callum fuck off!” I yelled as I continued to hide my face. Both him and Harry exploded into childish laughter.

“Oh my God, Freezy you dirty dog.” Harry laughed, and Freezy stood up. He walked over to me and grabbed me.

“Fuck off you two, it’s not that deep why you being deep about it?” His tone was slightly annoyed however his face was covered with a sheepish smile as he pulled me on top of him, taking my space on the chair. I hid my blushed face in his chest.

“Oh sorry we’ll just let you have part two shall we?” Lux laughed as him and Harry continued to take the piss. I sensed Freezy hold up a middle finger from behind my back.

“Nah but on a real, on a real, what does this mean for you two? One night stand or more?”

Cal placed a hand on my back.

“We’ll see. Now fuck off you cunts.”

anonymous asked:

oh my god i just read two rotten apples and holy fuck their relationship is so terrible i feel so bad for her goddamn idk why i feel so hurt but pls make jungkook suffer

anonymous asked:

yo… ik everyone will disagree wit me but the relationship in tra is just way too toxic like why do i feel like shit when even if im just the reader. im so fucking mad why is jungkook such an asshole n why is the oc so easy UDHDHJD

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it fucks with my mind how horrible jk is to the oc in tra i didnt do anything productive today bc i felt like shit LMAO

drabble #3

COUNT → 3.519

GENRE → smut | crack

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | penis in mouth | explicit language | penetration | graphic dirty talk | dick riding | the occasional sarcastic quip

LINKS → 1 | 2 | 3 | 3.5COMING SOON

note → i didn’t have this in mind with the current story line of two rotten apples, which you can read the first part here. so kinda consider this drabble just like. i dont even know. i have no idea. i think as the story goes on. ill link the drabbles for where i think they are in the story. the other two happen later on so they wont be linked yet until more parts are released!!!!!!! anyway i wrote this in a state of anger and perspiration!!!!!!!!!!! if u dont like my characters. or dont like the story. u could just. consider this: close out of my blog and never come back. no one was forcing u to read this. so i didnt appreciate these msgs. i understand u were venting but u didnt even say anything positive about the story so how could u expect me to respond positively??? anyways g’nite


The skin of Elise’s knuckles lightened as her fists clenched on the kitchen counter. She’d been dicing onions for a breakfast omelette but Kale’s noises from upstairs were distracting her as they drifted to her ears from the vent above her head. The kitchen was directly below their shared bedroom, so she could hear every single sound he made, even the bed creaking under his weight.

Washing her hands quickly, she grabbed a nearby towel to dry them off before heading towards the long, twisting marble staircase leading to the upstairs hallway, following the grunts and groans of her beloved husband.

As she peered into the bedroom, she gasped at the sight before her. Kale was lounging on the mattress, a rose placed between his succulent lips and a single cut from one of the thorns garnishing his lower lip. He probably should’ve cut all the thorns off before placing it in his mouth but he was never the smart one. His chest glistened under the light of the full moon, even though just a few seconds ago, Elise was making a breakfast omelette and typically those are made in the morning. She just didn’t have a good concept of time and made breakfast omelettes at night and steaks at eight o’clock in the morning.

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For Better or For Worse

Bucky Barnes X reader X Steve Rogers

Summary- In a world where everyone is born with the name of their soulmate-or soulmates- on their wrist the reader has the horrible fate of being bound to two dead soldiers. That is until she sees Captain America fighting in New York. Does she run from her destined love or does she go to him?

Message- This is super cheesy! This is the last part-probably. I might write a part that takes place in the 40′s. Sorry if it sucks!!!

Till Death Do Us Part   As Long as You Both Shall Live 

Word Count-777

You were shaking, so was Steve. You were about to meet your other soulmate, a man both of you thought was dead. The two of you were still dressed in your party clothes while you followed T’Challa to Bucky’s room.

“He has recovered some memories from his past. Some of you, Steve and he remembers burning your name off of his skin, Y/N.” T’Challa says. Both you and Steve nod and all of you stop at a door. “Here’s his room. Then T’Challa opens the door. “Bucky, I have two people here who would like to see you.” Then he moves to the side and you walk in.

“H-hello, I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N.” You can hear Bucky’s breathing catch.

“Y-you’re my soulmate. How are you here?” Then he looks behind you. “Steve?” his voice cracks.

“H-Hey, Buck.” All of you are crying. The two of you walk closer to Bucky stopping just short of the bed, not knowing how he would react to your touches. Bucky launches himself at the two of you and you all cling to each other.

“I-I thought I would be alone. I never thought that I would you again Steve and I thought that I would never get to know you, Y/n.” Bucky sobbed. You and Steve were doing you best to comfort him. You hear T’Challa leave the room quietly. Eventually the three of you move to sit on the bed.

“I’m not like I was before Steve. I’ve done a lot of bad things and while they might not be my fault they still effected me.” Bucky whispered.

“It’s okay Buck, I’ve changed to.” Steve says.

“It just means we all get to know each other-together.” You say. Eventually the three of you stretch out on the bed and fall asleep, Bucky in the middle with you and Steve surrounding him.

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The three of you have been in Wakanda for three months now. It was good-not perfect- but good. Bucky had nightmares that kept him awake at night. But he said that since you and Steve had arrived they had gotten better. You couldn’t even imagine how bad it must have been before and you didn’t really want to know.

“W-we need to stay here, I’m wanted in a lot of other countries for what Hydra made me do.” Bucky says to you and Steve one day while you’re lounging by the pool. T’Challa and Sam were splashing each other, while laughing. You look at Steve and then you look at Buck.

“I’m okay with that, I can’t remember a time when I was happier.” You say as you lean over to kiss Bucky. You look over to see Steve nod in agreement.

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“Mama! Mama! Look at what Papa and Dada made!” your daughter Becca yelled while running into the room you were sitting in with Sam. You were holding your son James and Sam was holding his daughter, Riley. Your daughter shoved a bracelet in your face.

“That’s so pretty, baby.” You say.

“I-It has a red star like dada has on his shiny arm!!” Becca sequels.

“Were are Dada and Papa, baby?” You ask as you shift your squirmy one year old in your arms.

“Right here, Doll.” Steve says as he enters the room, Bucky was right behind him. Steve and Bucky both drop kisses onto your checks. Then Bucky lifts Becca up and spins her around, both of them were laughing. Then they take Becca and leave the room, when she demands to go see the panthers.

“So, when are you going to tell them about the new baby?” Sam asks.

“Tonight.” You whisper. James and Riley start to whimper and make grabby hands at each other. Both you and Sam but the babies down so they can play with each other.

“I can’t believe our kids are soulmates.” Sam whispers as the two of you watch the babies play.

“I know. They’re going to know each other their whole lives. They’re never going to know the pain of not knowing one another.” Sam nods. Remembering what it was like think that he was an error. “I used to curse fate for giving me the soulmates it did, but now I wouldn’t trade it for anything.” Later that night you tell Bucky and Steve about the new addition to your family that will be coming in about 8 months. They take you into their arms and you feel whole and loved. But that’s not a new feeling for you. You’ve been surrounded by love since you had found your two soulmates and you would continue to feel that love for the rest of your life.

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  • adena loves sunflowers
  • okay listen to me she /adores/ sunflowers theyre so vibrant and pretty and strong
  • like she loves all flowers but sunflowers are special to her okay
  • when she was younger she would never pluck them out of the ground because that would be killing them and she wants them to live forever
  • when kat finds out she really buys a bunch of sunflowers (and other plants) and put them on different window sills in their apartment
  • and there is one on her desk because kat edison is quite possibly the biggest sap of all time im euirheaiuh
  • also i firmly believe that when they move in together kat and adena turn one corner of their room into a nook, somewhere to relax on
    • like im talking beanbags galore. theyre two year olds at heart okay
    • and im talking books because theyre nerds and its by a window too so sunlight is streaming thru all the time and kat’ll return home from work to find adena already curled up there reading something with a soft smile and kats heart does that thing where it melts and ohgod i hate myself
  • adena loves her family and listen. listen shes muslim so i know for a fact that her family is big because we dont just consider our family to be blood relations we take in our entire community to the point where other people we know just become ‘aunts’ ‘uncles’ etc. like eiruheauihraui adena loves them all. 
    • also im tired of the trope where muslims apparently have broken family lives like shut up 
  • kat is really good at baking!
  • adena never really thought about it too much but she sometimes helps kat bake
  • they design the apartment together! both have similar tastes but with their own flair and take on it so it works really well
  • their home is really just vibrant and full of life, with both light and dark colors and it flows so well and its so homey and i love it
  • they really just share their closet space but also wear each others clothes sometimes because they might not have the same exact size but some things work
  • like im talking adena shows up to work in one of kats strapless dresses but its paired with leggings and a jacket 
  • likewise kat wears one of adenas shirts and a hat to work looking amazing
  • adenas favorite colour is blue because it reminds her of the ocean,sea, and also the stars and open sky and god there are so many mysteries in the world so many things existing and she firmly believes that Allah made it for a reason and loves all of it, loves the idea of everything existing for a reason, loves life so much
  • while kat might not necessarily convert to Islam she makes an effort to understand it because its important to adena and they have a lot of talks about it
  • see because thats the thing the two of them can have such serious mature talks where they understand each other or at least try to but can also be such goofballs and its such a healthy relationship
  • erhea i have to go but i really love these two so much i would die for them

Representation Matters because something as simple as a minor costuming choice got me to completely reevaluate how I pictured people wearing a hijab.

Adena El-Amin is a recurring character on The Bold Type, a Muslim woman who proudly wears a hijab despite being criticized by people on many sides of the religious/political divide.  As an artist, and as a conscious twenty-something in New York City, her hijab is usually practical, fashionable, and stylish.  It’s often physically small and tightly wrapped, with her hair tied up beneath it.  Something that I (Male, non-Muslim) wouldn’t even think to call a hijab if we were to pass on the street.

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It’s different, however, in one scene: When Kat goes to Adena’s home unannounced at the end of episode 4.

When Adena opens the door she’s wearing a very long, large headscarf that wraps around her head and drapes down to cover he neck and shoulders.  Given how much more it covers, my first thought when I saw it was to describe it as “heavy duty”.

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I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why Adena was wearing this large, cumbersome, more-modest fabric when she was at home in private.  To me it seemed like a person going outside in shorts and a t-shirt, and then changing into a suit and tie when they turned in for the evening.

It didn’t make sense to me.

It wasn’t until days later that I learned the obvious, common sense explanation: It’s just what she grabbed and threw on before she answered the door.  It probably takes fifteen minutes for her to tie her hair up in the morning for her “public” hijab style, just like any other personal dressing ritual or makeup, and she doesn’t want to deal with that late at night when somebody random is knocking at her door.  So she grabbed a handy scarf, wrapped it around her head, and let that be that.  That’s why it’s not bound just around her hair, and why it’s draping over her shoulders: It’s easier and less of a hassle.

This is, to bring it into my own frame of reference, the same as somebody putting on a bathrobe before answering the door.  It might cover more skin than a shirt/shorts combo, but that doesn’t make it fancier or more ‘proper’.  It’s just easier and something she has to deal with as part of her daily life.

And that was something I never considered, because I’ve never thought about these types of boring mundanities of wearing a hijab.  Things like the time it takes to put it on, or the extra laundry that would come from an additional article of clothing, or the thousand other facets of life that come with it.  Things which every woman who wears a hijab experiences every day, which is why this got so many “I look just like that” and “I’ve done the same thing” responses and comments after the scene aired.  Because this was a part of their normal everyday lives that made it into the screen.

And by having it on-screen, I learned something right then.  Eventually.

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Also, because I can’t talk about that scene and not mention it, oh my god what came next…

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Snowed in

Word count: 3,426

Warning: smut

Request: You and Kai get lost and get stuck in a cabin because of a storm

Getting asked to go on a trip to the mountains with Damon, Elena and the rest of them seemed extremelly fun. You could have used some time out in the opening and this one even included snow. It sounded like you would have the best time of your life, until you had found out that Malachai Parker was coming too. Malachai. Freaking. Parker. You have never liked him. He was always teasing you or making fun of you and when you were close to him, after only a few minutes and hearing him constantly talking about irrelevant stuff, made you want to punch him straight in the face. Even when he was eating, he couldn’t stop talking.

‘C'mon, it will be fun! We could hang out, play some games, we could totally, you know.. hook up, because it seems like you really dig me.’ Kai said and bit his lip and of course, couldn’t even stop himself from winking at you. You furrowed your brows and gagged on purpose, showing what your answer was.

'Ew, gross.’ You replied and swallowed hard, your heartbeat picking up it’s pace. The truth was, even though you hated Kai, there was such sexual tension between you and him and you couldn’t hide it. You wanted him more than anything and him teasing you has only added fuel to the fire. 'Also, who says 'dig me’ nowadays?’ He chuckled quietly and took a few steps towards you, his body almost touching yours.

'I know you want me.’ He whispered and brushed his lips against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You took a deep breath and tried to calm down your breathing, but it seemed as if everyone in the room had noticed what was going on between you and Kai.

'So, I assume, you will change your mind now?’ Elena asked, showing you a mischevious smile and leaned on the door frame with her arms crossed.

'What do you mean?’ You asked, befuddledly.

'I know you like him. You don’t have to hide that from me. The sexual tension between you two is, whew, off the charts. I bet if there was no one in the room right now, you would rip his clothes off and-’

'Stop. Stop! Just, wow.’ Elena laughed as you turned around and walked out of the living room and straight to your room, closing the doors behind you. You leaned your back on them and sighed heavily, taking a big breath and exhaling slowly, making all the tension and thoughts go away.

'If you feel that frustrated, you should have just asked me to do something about it, I wouldn’t mind.’ Your eyes shot open and caught a glimpse of Kai’s tall figure standing only a few feet away from you, looking more sexy than ever. He bit his lip when your eyes met his and you couldn’t help but wonder what his lips would feel like on your body. What they could do to you and how good they could make you feel. You cleared your throat and cleared your mind from your thoughts, trying to focuse on getting ready for the trip. You walked over to the drawers, taking out some of your favourite warm and fuzzy socks, packing them in a medium black bag.

'What are you doing here, Kai? Shouldn’t you be packing for our trip? That reminds me, I can’t wait for us to be all alone together and braid each others hair, oh and maybe we could, you know.’ You walked over to him, tracing your fingers over his exposed biceps. 'hook up. What do you say?’

'Now that’s what I’m talking about.’

'I see you don’t understand sarcasm much?’ You rolled your eyes at him and stepped away from him, taking your underwear out of your drawers. Not even a second later, you felt his hands on your waist, his hot breath caressing your neck. You closed your eyes at the feeling as his fingers slowly traced your sweet spot and then pressed his lips on that same spot. You moaned quietly, his fingers finding your bare spot on your waist, his touch feeling like fire. You slowly turned around and found yourself way too close to him. Your noses brushed against one another, Kai’s hot breath flashing over your lips.

'When you’re around, it’s hard to understand anything.’ Kai whispered, his eyes piercing through yours, their blue colour making you go weak at the knees.

'Are you going to kiss me or not?’ You whispered, a chuckle escaping Kai’s body. You had no control of the words coming out of your mouth and you knew if he had kissed you right then, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself and you would have ended going all the way with him. He slowly leaned in and just when he wanted to pressed his lips on yours, a knock echoed through your room.

'You ready?’ Elena asked behind the closed doors, making Kai step back.

'Um, yeah, I just, I’ll be down in 5.’ You shouted and at that moment you have finally snapped out of your thoughts. You pushed Kai away from you and walked over to your bag, putting other clothes in it, closing it and leaving the room withouth saying anything to Kai. You sighed heavily, your heartbeat slowing down. You would have lied if you said you didn’t like having Kai so close to you. His long fingers touching your body or how perfect his lips looked up close and how you couldn’t stop wondering if his lips were as soft as they looked. You wanted to kiss him more than anything and you weren’t trying to hide it anymore. You have been pushing him away all this time when in reality, you wanted him and him only and nothing would stop you from continuing what you and him had started in your room.

Ride from the Salvatore’s house to the mountains has been long and mostly quiet, that is, when the radio wasn’t blasting and Damon singing every freaking song that had played and that was going on for hours. You wanted to plug something into your ears and doze off and get lost in your small world without anyone interrupting you. Since you were sitting with Kai in the backseat all alone, you couldn’t help but look at him every now and then and admire how perfect he looked. His stubble, which you had wondered what it would feel like if you traced your tongue across his stuble or what it would feel like between your thighs. His fingers tapped his leg, following the song rhythm, but they also made you cross your legs. The thought of what they could do to you made you wet and made your heart beat a lot faster.

'Enjoying the view?’ Kai whispered, but his eyes were still focused on the road, as if he was avoiding to look you in the eyes.

'What? No, I was just looking how- amazing the- trees look.’ You blurted out and rolled your eyes at how stupid that must have sounded, but it was the first thing that had popped into your head.

'Sure, sure. I can’t wait to get in the shower when we arrive and wash all of this sweat off my body. With a nice hot soapy shower, sounds nice, doesn’t it?’ Damn. He finally looked at you and you got lost for words. His words got to you so easily and they made you feel like you were on fire. You wanted to kiss him right then and there, not caring that Elena and Damon were in the car with you. 'Perhaps you could join me.’

'Dream on, Parker.’ You trailed off and looked away, but deep down that’s exactly what you wanted.

After 4 hours, you have finally arrived and the place looked absolutely magical. You were staying at the cabin that had a full on view at the mountains that were slightly hiding behind the clouds of thick fog.

'So, I’m staying with Elena, Caroline with Stefan, Bon Bon and Jeremy and you, well you are with Kai.’ Damon trailed off, you eyes widening at his words. It couldn’t be.

'What? Can’t I just stay with Matt? How come he gets to be alone? Matt you wouldn’t mind sharing a room with me, would you?’ You turned around to face Matt, watching how he just shrugged his shoulder.

'Well, I-’

'No. You and Kai need to sort your things out. I don’t want you guys to ruin my trip because of your stupid arguments. Fix them and I’m telling you, being in the same room is a good thing. I guarantee you, by the end of this trip, you two will be best buddies.’

'More like fuck buddies.’ Kai blurted out, making you look at him wide eyed. You mouthed shut up to him and ready to protest again, but when you turned around, no one was there.

'Great. This was exactly what I needed. A guy who loves to take soapy showers and loves to tease the fuck out of me.’ You grunted, disappointment obvious in your voice as you picked up your bags and started walking towards your cabin you were supposed to share with Kai.

'I love how you’re totally different around them and when they leave, you’re literally tearing off my clothes with your eyes. I like that.’ He trailed off.

'Oh and, guys, we’re going skiing in 10 minutes, so be prepared!’ Elena shouted before closing the doors of her cabin again.

'Guess like you won’t have that shower after all. Too bad.’ You said and walked into the cabin while Kai was holding the doors for you, on purposely brushing your hip against his crotch, a mischevious smile flashing on your face. It was your time to tease Kai and this trip might have came in handy.

You have never skied before and falling on your ass a couple of times did nothing else but amuse Kai. Everytime you fell down, he was there. He picked you up but then his hand somehow always ended up on your ass, cleaning up the snow from your suit.

'You know that’s not really necessary. I can take care of myself.’ You said and tried to walk away, but the big skis you had attached to your feet haven’t exactly let you walk away from him that easily.

'Yeah, I know, but I just like how my hand fits so perfectly on your cute little butt.’ Kai muttered, his gaze falling down to your ass.

'I assume none of those girls were up for some action since you are that desperate to touch a female’s body?’ You asked him and showed him a small smile, taking off the skis off your feet.

'Ouch. You know, I know a lot of ways you could use that mouth of yours and none of them are you trashing me. Wanna try them out, sweet cheeks?’

'Sweet cheeks? Really?’ You asked and couldn’t help but laugh at his comment.

'I tell you what. Let’s race and if you win, I’ll leave you alone and if I win-’ he got closer to you and pressed his lips against your ear, biting your earlobe slightly. 'I get to do whatever I want with your cute little vampire body. It will be fun! Deal?’ He asked you as you swallowed hard, your walls clenching just at the sound of those words.

'Deal!’ You muttered and put your skis back on, ready to somehow try to beat Kai. The snow had started falling but that didn’t stop you from going. Of course, from the very begining, Kai was in the lead and somehow you had managed to get closer but just at the finish line, you fell down and tumbled, ending up losing both of your skis and losing to Kai which had meant only one thing.

'I win.’ Kai appeared out of nowhere and muttered, satisfaction in his voice.

'Great. Now, how are we supposed to get back up there, genius?’ You asked him and pointed up, but the cabin was nowhere to be seen.

'I saw a path not far from here. C'mon.’ Kai helped you up as you walked behind him, completely trusting him. When it seemed as if you were going in a right direction, you have figured it out that you have been walking in circles for at least half an hour. The weather was getting worse and your footprints that were in the snow, have disappeared completely. It was getting harder to see because of how hard the snow was falling and you were also freezing.

'Kai, we’re going in circles. This is not the right way!’ You shouted and looked around, hoping you would at least find a clue to lead you in the right direction. Kai stopped and placed his hands on his waist as he carefully looked around until his gaze stopped at one of the cabins in the distance.

'There. I think it’s empty. C'mon.’ He took you by your hand and led you in that direction. There was no light and it seemed as if no one was in there. You stepped inside, immediately feeling a bit warmer, but it was still really cold. You rubbed your hands together, hoping you would somehow get warmer and prevent your fingers from falling off because of the coldness. Kai found some wood next to the fireplace and lit them up, the warmth spreading through the cabin quickly. You took off your ski suit and remained in leggings and your favourite hoodie, your fuzzy socks keeping your feet warm. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing them with your hands, warming yourself up. Kai looked at you and smiled. I didn’t take him long to get closer to you, his arms wrapping around your cold body.

'What are you doing?’ You asked him, you brows furrowing.

'Warming you up. It would be a lot faster if you took your clothes off.’ Kai muttered and chuckled, hoping to make you laugh and he did. For once, he looked at you with a sympathetic look and as if he wanted to apologize for getting you into this situation. You pressed your head against his chest and wrapped your arms around him, his heartbeat steady and calming.

'As much as stupid this idea was, I think it ended up pretty well.’ You looked up at him, admiring how beautiful he looked under the dimmed lights.

'As long as I get to be with you.’ He trailed off and locked his eyes with yours, his nose brushing against his. He looked down at your lips and not even a second after, he kissed you deeply and passionately, his hands desperately trying to get your body closer to his. You intertwined your fingers with his hair, kissing him like yoour life depended on it. He traced his hands down your body and over your ass as he picked you up and carried you to the bed not far away from the fire place, throwing you down and climbing on top of you. You tugged at his shirt and took it off, for the first time getting a good look at his toned torso. He pulled away from your lips and pulled your leggings down your body along with your underwear, your hear completely exposed to him. He spread your legs apart and traced his fingers through your folds, gathering your juices and brough them up to his mouth, devouring them as if it was his favourite thing. You propped yourself up on your elbows and got a perfect look at Kai’s face when he came close to your head and blew, his hot breath making your breath hitch. He licked your folds with his tongue and then started sucking on your clit, a loud moan escaping your mouth. You ripped your shirt open and unhooked your bra, grabbing your breasts and squeezed them as you played with your nipples while Kai kept sucking on your clit. He pushed three of his fingers into you, stretching you out, making you arch your back and moan his name out. His actions were so fast that you were starting to approach your orgasm a lot faster than you wanted. You grabbed onto the bed sheets and it took only Kai’s fingers to curl inside you as your walls started clenching and your body shaking under his touch, your eyes closing at the feeling. He swiftly pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean as he stepped down from the bed, unbotting his pants and pushing them down along with his boxers, his hard lenght springing free. You bit your lip at the sight, imagining how good he would feel inside you. He climbed on the bed, but instead of climbing on top of you, he picked you up by your waist with ease and laid down on his back, placing your heat right above his face. You swallowed hard and before you could have even said anything, he pressed your hips down on his face, your clit laying perfectly above his tongue, circling around it. You spread your legs further apart and started grinding on Kai’s face, his tongue working magically on you.

'Shit, Kai!’ You moaned out and threw your head back, your hands cupping your breasts, pinching on your nipples. He pushed his tongue inside you and kept it there for a split second as he starting pumping it in and out of you and hummed, the vibrations making your walls clench. You grabbed onto the headboard, your hips still gringing on Kai’s mouth as you felt yourself coming close to another orgasm. Just when you started feeling your high approaching, Kai stopped and removed you from his face. He threw you on the bed and spread your legs as much as he could and then in a swift motion, he pushed inside you, filling you up to the hilt, making you scream out loud. His thrusts were deep and rough and with every thrust, your breath hitched, his thich shaft hitting your spot every time he pushed in.

'You feel so tight around me, fuck.’ He cursed out, his hips relentlessly slamming into you. He reached down and started rubbing your clit harshly with his fingers, your orgasm approaching again.

'Fuck me, Kai.’ You moaned out loudly, arching your back as your orgasm tore through your body, making you dizzy. You already felt tired but you knew Kai was far from being done with you. He stopped thrusting and picked you up with his lenght still inside you and climbed off the bed. He walked towards the nearest wall and slammed your body against it, your legs instantly wrapping around him. He had a new angle to thrust in and it felt better than anything you have ever tried in your life. He placed his head in the crook of your neck as his hips kept sliding in and out of you at the same pace, his moans turning a lot louder than at the begining. You grabbed onto his biceps and dug your nails in them, but Kai didn’t care. He kept focusing on getting you to reach another orgasm and at that time, he was getting close too. He felt your walls clenching around him again.

'Fuck!.’ He groaned as you clenched around him and came for the third time, your whole body shaking and not long after that, he came inside you in hot short spurts, riding out your and his orgasm at the same time as his fangs sank into your neck, piercing your skin and your blood dropping down onto your body. He pulled out his lenght as both of you dropped down on the floor, his finger picking up a few drops of blood from your chest, licking them clean.

'I guess, getting lost with you wasn’t that bad.’ You said, your voice shaky, a drop of sweat rolling down your forehead. 'Can we do this again tomorrow?’ You asked, but he only looked at you wide eyed as his brows furrowed, but soon it was replaced with a cheeky smile.

'Oh, I’m far from being done today. Round two under the shower?’ He asked and winked at you as he picked you up swiftly and carried you into the bathroom and in the shower, his body already pressed against yours, ready to make you his again.

I still find it absolutely shocking that Sana Bakkoush is probably the first and only representation we have of a Muslim young woman living in the western world. It is crazy. We are so many to live in there. And many, many, way too many times, I find false/unrealistic representations of Muslim women. And that makes me so mad. How can muslim young girls grow, and prosper, and find happiness in a society that ignores them? It is crazy.

I have spent so many days wondering where I was going. Many days I thought I was not good enough, smart enough, beautiful enough to be what I wanted to be. So obviously I got scared because nobody believed in me. And I totally did not know what my value was.

When it comes to wearing a hijab, I thought for so long that it would make me weak. And God, I feel so bad about this.
I live in France so girls are not allowed to go to school wearing a hijab, they’re not allowed to work with it. And damn, it fucking kills me to see my sister,a fucking great psychologist having to take it off before getting in to work.

How can a piece of cloth make so much noise? How can it create so much fear, so much hate?

I am not wearing one just yet. And I wish I was not afraid to wear it. I wish I was proud to go out with it. Because it makes me powerful. It makes me happy. And whenever I have it on, I don’t want to take it off. When I was in high school, I would wear it going to the mosque and God I could feel people looking at me, and I knew. I knew all of them thought I was forced to wear it. And that killed me.

It still kills me that we’re mostly ignored by the media, the society. Unless if it’s to throw some shady shit dumbass idea about what we are. This kills me.

I am sorry to express myself like this but yes, we are angry. I am angry just like Sana because I know what she is living. I lived it. And it sucked. We need to talk about it. We need to change this. Sana Bakkoush can’t remain the first and last Muslim character on western TV.

@pastacatsandchainsaws

Hey, friend. Reckless promotion of actual criminal activity disgusts me, so between the two of us, in a court of law, I’m the one who actually has a case.

Also. It is my business. Literally. I work (as one of my two part-time jobs, which I work 45-52 hours a week at - including weekends - and which I have fought to have, so that I can pay my bills, so that I can have food on the table, so that someday I can have a real career and life) in Retail. I work Customer Service. I’m a Cashier. It is my business.

Originally posted by mattsgifs

I have dealt with shoplifters in my store. I have turned down returns from people who don’t have receipts for their ‘purchases’ because I can tell the items have been lifted. (Cuz, guess what? My store keeps a record of items that have been sold from it. We know if you bought that or not when you try to return it later.) This also means I have to turn down returns from customers who probably actually bought those items, but store policy without a receipt is pretty strict. Why? Because people steal from us. If this wasn’t the case, we would have no need for the policy at all.

The “lifting community” or “liftblr” or whatever you want to call it is promoting and glorifying a selfish criminal lifestyle and I will never stop reporting and blocking members of it until Tumblr @staff  actually does something to stop them from showing their gross misunderstanding of how life should be, their own insanely skewed perception of what is right for them, their outrageously sense of entitlement, their complete disregard for anyone else or any psychological or moral or legal consequences to their actions, and the way they draw in other people (including, but not limited to, minors!!!) to join their thievery and crimes.

‘Lifting’ is stealing.

Stealing is a crime.

Crimes bring harm to others.

What is wrong with you.

I hope they get caught. I hope they face consequences. I hope they get help, so they can begin to have a healthy mindset and live normal, beautiful, healthy, crime-free lives.

The only ‘lifting’ I will support is with weights, as a form of exercise. Not anything that has to do with taking what is not yours, without any regard for anyone else, being self-centered and proud and cruel, and honestly just plain clueless about how the world actually operates.

This world owes you nothing.

If you have the time, energy, thought, and physical ability to lift, you are completely able to get a job. If you are stealing cosmetics or fashionable clothing or music or electronics or anything other than food, then you don’t have even that marginal excuse of stealing to survive. If you are stealing to survive, friend, there are other ways. Hundreds and hundreds of them. Either way, go get help, stop breaking the law, and stop promoting it here on Tumblr.

Because I will report you.

You’re breaking that law. And the last thing you need is for people to mind their own business and let you go on in this dangerous and unhealthy lifestyle. You need someone to stop you. You need help.

50 reasons to stay alive
1. learning to play an instrument

2. conversations at 4 am

3. when little babies grab your fingers

4. getting butterflies

5. holding hands

6. taking cool pictures

7. painting

8. seeing your favorite band in concert

9. going on car rides late at night

10. christmas trees

11. bonfires

12. reading a really good book

13. helping people

14. there are days to look forward to.

15. you are good enough

16. there will be people who make you feel good enough.

17. feeling proud of yourself

18. there are so many places you haven’t been to yet

19. people care about you.

20. fireworks

21. you are not alone

22. you could mean the world to someone.

23. leaves when they change color

24. how the air feels at 5 in the morning

25. things will change for the better.

26.funny movies

27. there will be bad days but there will be really good days too.

28. feeling confident.

29. there is so much to look forward to.

30. snow days

31. how it feels to shower and sleep in blankets you just washed

32. going to carnivals

33. parades

34. baking fun things

35. going on walks late at night

36. sleeping in tents

37. kittens falling asleep on you

38. getting a good hair cut

39. walking on sand barefoot

40. think about the stretch marks you gave your mom when you were born, think about how she would see those if you were gone.

41. opening windows and letting in the light.

42. car rides in the rain

43. buying new clothes

44. sweaters

45. good hair days

46. saying nice things to people.

47. traveling

48. the smell of old books

49. I care about you enough to make a list of reasons why you should live. you will feel better eventually.

50. someday you’ll wake up and be glad you did. you just have to get there.