i honestly don't think anyone's going to be able to top that

the signs according to ME, based on what I've absorbed from tumblr even though I don't pay attention to 75% of the zodiac and might not be able to even name them all from memory
  • taurus: the impression I get is they're similar to aries in that they’re angry and stubborn? but the difference is that while aries will clock you in the jaw, taurus will hold a grudge for the rest of your born days. your born days, not theirs, because they’re going to outlive you out of spite
  • gemini: is what I think comes next? anyway apparently geminis are very social and bubbly and they're people persons (people people?), but also they’re supposed to be all two-faced and gossipy, because twins. which is very mean to say about twins.
  • cancer: no offense to anyone who is a cancer, but my Least Favorite Human that I've ever met is a cancer, so my perception is tainted. cancers cry a lot. all the time. about everything.
  • leo: you know, I honestly don't know what is associated with leo, besides... lion. so therefore, leos are brave. you might belong in august, where dwell the brave of heart. their daring, nerve, and chivalry set leos apart. congrats you're gryffindor now
  • virgo: or is it libra comes first? I think it's virgo. um, anyway, virgo is my moon sign. I respect virgo. the general sense I get is that they're very... anal and particular and organized? their lists are color-coded and have subheadings?
  • libra: or possibly virgo, depending on whether or not I switched the order. BUT YEAH SO, LIBRA, SCALES. ALL ABOUT THAT FAIRNESS AND JUSTICE. common room is next to the kitchen.
  • scorpio: uuuuuuuGHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M SO FED UPPPPPPP I am a scorpio but I don't WANNA BE a scorpio I'm so TIRED of everything being nothing but femme fatale tropes and byronic hero nonsense I'M NOT MYSTERIOUS!!! are people even mysterious in real life? also please stop talking about how sexually charged and passionate I am. please don't do this. you're making this uncomfortable for everyone and I wanna exchange my sign for something else
  • sagittarius: the sense I get is that sagittarius is best personified by a weird kid at summer camp who hardcore believes in aliens and whose knees are full of band-aids
  • capricorn: does capricorn come next? I don't honestly even know. I don't know anything about capricorns. they're represented by a goat though, so that automatically makes them better than every other sign. A MERMAID GOAT, NO LESS. listen, idk what capricorns are like, but I'm trading my star sign. I WANNA BE A MERMAID GOAT. I WANNA BE A MERMAID GOAT MORE THAN ANYTHING.
  • aquarius: the only thing I know about aquarius is that song in Hair
  • pisces: fish. has lots of emotions, but is pretty chill and creative? bunks with sagittarius at summer camp, but personally prefers cryptids to aliens
don't leave me

Originally posted by jaehyunsource

◇ In which your red lips are always sealed until you can’t handle it anymore.

◇ Jaehyun x reader

◇ vampire!au + 1920s!au

◇ requested by @bybangmin; Hello! Could I have a Jaehyun Vampire! Au where he’s a vampire, and the girl a witch (a nice one, but still pretty harsh)?

◇ aaaaaaand I’m back with another 1920s!vampire!au !!! Honestly I was literally gonna make this modern but I’m actually a hoe for vampires in the 1920s….. like the era just suits them so much???? Also i was so inspired for this but i feel like my writing was just kind ajakskklblah for this one butni hope u guys still enjoy it!!

Most would think that you having a vampire for a mate was the most ironic and ill-fitting chance in the world. You did too, at first.

And why, may you ask? Because you hated vampires, that was why. It all start when you were a child — your parents got mixed up with doing business with the vampire clans who ran Chicago at the time, blah, blah, blah, and next thing you know, they’re dead in a gutter.

While you carried on your parents’ business — making potions and casting spells for only the darkest and most privileged of all Beings —, it did nothing to stop the bubbling hatred you had for the species that killed your parents.

And then you met Jaehyun.

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anonymous asked:

cold, ocean, phonebook

post Drive

What she needed was a local dive, some seedy diner with busted red vinyl booths and laminated menus featuring blue plate specials and eggs any way you would like them. As dusk settled over the Californian sea beyond her, she flipped through a phonebook, thought of keywords for what she wanted: milkshakes, family-owned, titled as Chuck’s Place or Beverly’s Diner or even The Greasy Spoon. Biting her lip in concentration, she counted the waves beyond her little payphone, measured time with them as she looked over all of the listed restaurants from here to San Francisco. Loleta was an odd combination of seaside and rustic, rich and unpopulated; if she wanted a diner, she would have to drive, and after that day, she didn’t want to be stuck behind a wheel any longer than was absolutely necessary.

And Kersh had been called, and their asses were on the line, and their return flight to D.C. would be filled with her last moments of reprieve before an inevitable hailstorm of paperwork, liability, and unfortunately both metaphorical and literal manure rained down upon her desk, but somehow, she had the inkling that a good plate of corned beef hash at a checkered palace where neon lights claimed open twenty-four hours and where blonde waitresses scooted around on roller-skates would at least take Mulder’s mind off of exploding eardrums and the fragility of human life. Of course, the inkling was hardly backed up by solid scientific fact, and just last week, she’d told him that he needed to better his diet for the sake of his heart’s health, but nonetheless, she needed to find him respite, a place where he felt most in his element. First, a diner came to mind even though Loleta seemed void of any diners.

Back in her second year working with him, they’d been stranded in a snowstorm in Burlington, the roads closed and all of the native Vermonters snuggled beneath flannel sheets while she’d phoned her mother to say why she couldn’t make mass on Sunday. That night, they’d holed up in one of the few bed-and-breakfasts that had power, the lake effect wind rustling the shutters on her window, the television’s rabbit ears barely picking up a signal, and at two in the morning, when she’d somehow still been awake, he’d knocked heavily at her door, shouted to her, “I’m starving. Want to get dinner?”

And then, they were in a Ford Taurus - rented, of course - barreling over snowdrifts while plows on all kinds of cars - most commonly trucks but also Jeeps and Yukons and even the occasional S.U.V. - cleared what they could, silent and fat flakes of snow still falling well into the night. From the reckless turns Mulder made, and from the crunchy way the brake pedal on that car had felt even before the snowstorm, she clenched her fists on her lap for the whole ride, her mind repeating I cannot die in a snowstorm with this man, for that’ll be the most tragic way for me to go. While Mulder sought out a diner, they both realized that, apparently, there was a culture surrounding the idea of a diner and that so-called diner culture didn’t exist in Vermont, where shops closed at five in the afternoon and dared not reopen until morning. Stomachs empty, they made it back to the motel, where they managed two candy bars out of a vending machine and where they sat together on his bed, her boots left at the door while his were kicked off haphazardly in the middle of the room, and watched local programming on the fuzzy television. Unsurprisingly, Vermont news was tame to the point of hilarity; over processed chocolates, they laughed at how Mrs. Roberts’ grandson’s visit was the breaking story of the night, and when Scully fell asleep alongside Mulder, he was polite enough not to wake her until morning.

And now, she once again found that, when they needed a diner most, one would never appear.

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anonymous asked:

sorry if this has been asked before... just wondering what your top ships are in bnha?? do you have any brotps? ot3s? brot3s? etc etc :P

It’s ok!~ No one ever asked that actually.

Honestly I love all the kids but when it comes to fanart/fanfic my world revolves around Bakugou Katsuki. That being said my OTP is “KiriBaku” but I’ll ship almost anything if there’s a good build for it - and both sides are happy.

EVERYONE can be Brotp tho’, give me all dem friendship - Honestly all the kids are so precious and there’s so much to think about.

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okay so i wanna talk about how yuri decided to keep skating next season during the inner monologue of his free skate. like a lot of people attribute yuri deciding to continue to skate because he watched yurio’s performance and felt so inspired and stuff, but honestly, i’d argue that yuri already decided to keep skating the second he stepped onto the ice for his final rendition of yuri on ice.

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anonymous asked:

I think her engagement isn't the problem, you know? As sad as it may sound, I think she would have been sidelined anyway. If anything, she probably would have been more sidelined because she wouldn't even have those panels to talk about. I don't know, I just feel like she is more than just another wife and the setting just doesn't allow her to contribute as much as girls like Kougyoku, for example, who are directly involved in the situation. I'm sorry for the random rant! 2/2

I’m going to paste your entire question below before answering. In retrospect, it would have made things less confusing if I had responded to this ask first with the bit about my submission box being an option for long questions. Whoops!

I hope I don’t sound mean but I think people are too harsh on poor Morgiana. She’s not royalty or anything so I think people expect her to do things she can’t in a setting that focuses so heavily on politics and whatnot. Obviously Ohtaka could put more focus on her (I wish, I really love her) but I think a lot of people also have somewhat unrealistic expectations for a character built this way.

 The “trophy wife” jokes kind of rub me off the wrong way, I don’t know.  I think her engagement isn’t the problem, you know? As sad as it may sound, I think she would have been sidelined anyway. If anything, she probably would have been more sidelined because she wouldn’t even have those panels to talk about. I don’t know, I just feel like she is more than just another wife and the setting just doesn’t allow her to contribute as much as girls like Kougyoku, for example, who are directly involved in the situation. I’m sorry for the random rant!

I agree with you wholeheartedly, anon. I think it’s extremely unreasonable and unfair that Morgiana is constantly being criticized for not hitting a political home run while so many other  female were born on third base.

I think she suffers from a problem similar to Mikasa Ackerman from Shingeki no Kyojin in that she’s generally tight-lipped and got a great deal of character development early on in the story. I think more people would be able to see that she’s just as developed as fandom darlings like Kougyoku if her development had been stretched over many story arcs. Of course, that wouldn’t make any narrative sense. It would be silly to have Morgiana dancing for the first time in the World Exploration Arc, or realizing that she didn’t have to ask permission to do something she wants to do just after the battle against the medium.


Realizing you have friends rather than masters who you don’t need to ask permission to hang out with? Experiencing joy and dancing for the first time? Pfffft. That’s not character development! Why look at that skimpy outfit she’s wearing. She’s just a mindless trophy waiting for a man to claim her. *eyeroll*

Even before she came to that realization in Sindria, Morgiana was willing & able to speak freely to a powerful monarch and successfully persuade him to take Alibaba more seriously. That’s a huge step for someone who was still mentally struggling with the notion that she could break free from slavery again just days before she arrived in Balbaad!

I think she gets a lot of flack for being “all brawn and no brains” because she spends so much time with more emotionally volatile male characters who are also seeking to increase their physical combat abilities. The only difference is that she has doesn’t have as many responsibilities to fret over while she’s training. She shouldn’t be faulted for not being born with the burdensome responsibilities that Aladdin, Alibaba and Hakuuryu do.

Why isn’t it enough just to get over the psychological trauma associated with being a slave and managing to live a normal, happy life? 


Masrur essentially does the same thing over the span of two standalone mangas. I’ve never heard anyone criticize him for being one-dimensional or lacking character development. I don’t know, maybe people have criticized him for it, or think that he’s a one-dimensional character and are fine with it. I think he’s a very complex, well-developed, insightful character. Honestly, Masrur seems to be the only person in the manga who has consistently able to give sound personal and political advice to anyone who bothers to ask him about such things. Ja’far and the magi have their moments, but I think Masrur still comes out on top when you consider how many times people have come to him for advice and how many times he gave them good advice. 

 So what if Morgiana wants to get married and not fight in bloody battles every day? Even when she had come to accept that she had feelings for Alibaba, she showed an admirable amount of self-awareness when she assertively asked him to wait because she still needed to grow more as an individual before entering into any kind of romantic relationship. 

That’s an impressive amount of emotional intelligence for well-educated IRL early twenty-something in our day and age to have, nevermind a former slave with little formal education in an overwhelmingly patriarchal society! If Kougyoku, who possessed a superior formal education and carried a great deal of responsibility as a princess and king vessel, was that emotionally intelligent and mature, she never would have fallen prey to Sinbad’s manipulation. Her character has developed significantly since the made her debut, but she’s still suffers from a bit of naivete with regard to politics and a lack of self-awareness when it comes to romance. I’m not claiming that such shortcomings are evidence of Kougyoku being a poorly developed character, but I think it underscores the value of knowing what you want out of life and being realistic about the things you need to do to get there. That applies to commoners and empresses alike.

For as much as people praise Magi the Labyrinth of Magic for it’s complex, grey characters, the notion that complex characters who spend their early years fighting to save themselves and the world would never want to settle down to a peaceful life akin to the people they fought so hard to save is patently ridiculous. Isn’t that what Ja’far spent much of his life being thankful for?

Yes, he has a busy job doing lots of paperwork and keeping Sinbad out of trouble, but I fail to see how deciding for yourself that you want to act as a support system for your childhood savior for the rest of your life diminishes the character’s complexity. That’s what both Ja’far and Morgiana are doing. Morgiana went even further by acting as bot watchdog and emotional support system for the person she had finally realized that she truly loved.

I triple double dog dare you or anyone else reading this to roll up on earnest SinJa shippers like @sinbad-ai, @mari-m-rose or @naoscifra and say that Ja’far is lacking in complexity or character development. Those are the most reasonable, emotionally mature SinJa shippers I can think of and I suspect they would take umbrage with the notion that a canonical romance with Sinbad would “ruin his character,” and they absolutely SHOULD.

I can already hear Morgiana critics claiming that a comparison between her and Ja’far is doesn’t work because she didn’t switch gears from being a martial artist to being some sort of administrative staffer like Ja’far. Again, she’s running up against a double standard. Much like Masrur, she already had a knack for martial arts. Jamil forced her use her skills to harm others against her will. Now she decides how she gets to use her power and what skill subsets she wants to hone and utilize. It’s no different from Masrur giving up swordsmanship and refusing to fight to the death in Zepar’s dungeon.


Ironically, I think the greatest testament to how much her character developed came from the heartbreaking scene in Magi 331 where she explains to Alibaba why she’d be satisfied with dying as she is. She seems to be saying that she’s been through so many changes and experiences that she truly believes she’s already lived a rich and fulfilling life. I don’t think the things she expresses in the panel below are ideas entirely planted in her head by Neo-Sinbad. I think his brainwashing has put her in the same mental state she’d be in if she was about to lose a physical fight to the death or die from a terminal illness.

I’ll end this dissertation response with the aforementioned panel, and let Morgiana’s words as translated by @itsdannystormborn to speak for themselves.


 i knew myself. what i can’t forgive, what makes me happy, what i think it’s fun, what happiness is

i have experienced a lot of different emotions/feelings by your side(together with you)

i was able to do it.

Gonna throw in my two cents about this Josuhan business.

warnings: discusses age gap relationships, pedophilia, child abuse, incest. 

(it’s pretty long under the cut.)

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Reine des Fleurs - slight summary + CGs (Ghislain’s route)

Continuing with the good fight, here’s route 3 of 5. It…………uh. So Ghislain’s supposed to be the tsundere with way too much soldierly pride, with some other related issues thrown in. He thaws really severely, but this route…loyalty end was good, though you can’t really screw up a bad ending, honestly. The love ending…those of you who have played it will know why all I can do is just sit here and laugh my head off at the absurd harlequin romance mess it became.

At least we got gorgeous piano music.

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Forget about me writing my thoughts about the chapter like I’ve done for the past few months. This time I’m going on long rant because there’s no way I’m not addressing some of the stuff I’ve seen in the tags. I always try to keep this blog free of negative fandom stuff but not this time. My brain can’t compute some arguments and I feel the need to talk about them.

Warning for very long rant under spoilers, gore pictures of characters death, especially Hannes. And if you’re expecting character bashing you’ll find none.

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anonymous asked:

Can you imagine bad boy!Jungkook trying to flirt with you but you're just kind of thrown off cause like hey wow you are so sweet and cute and wait are you hitting on me or are you trying to be my friend I don't get it He would get so annoyed and flustered but that would be so adorable omfg

there are moments where jungkook thinks: for a smart person like you… oh boy you could be dumb as fuck sometimes (he means that in the nicest way possible).

what boggles his mind is that you could tell apart the different shades of colors with just one look. deciphering math equations once you see them. picking out the words that mess up the whole sentence after reading it twice and it’s something people struggle with once in a while but with you, it’s a breeze. a fucking walk in the park with sunshine and a prepared umbrella in case it rains and boy, god has another thing coming to catch you in your bad luck.

which brings him to now, when he’s talking to you, obviously interested and throwing all possible attempts to get you to understand that woman, i, jeon jungkook, is attracted to you.

but no, of course, you don’t see that. you see him as just being nice when he compliments you on how you look. you think he’s just being courteous whenever you sneeze, as soft as it sounds, he’s able to exclaim bless you, princess from across the room. for some reason, when your shoelaces had gotten undone as you walk down the hallway, he got down on one knee (slow down there boy) and tied them for you.

jungkook: a person who thinks it’s ridiculous to do that, did that for you.

it’s another day of trying and honestly speaking, jungkook thinks he’s about to explode today. he always tells himself he’ll be direct and get on with it but seeing your doe eyes and innocent smile throws him off so hard he can’t bear to do that.

but today, ladies and gentlemen, jungkook’s skyrocketing to the heaven’s if you don’t get it again.

just as the bell rings and everyone’s left, gone, the room is empty and only left with you and jungkook (mainly because of the look he gives everyone else while you were busy keeping your things), jungkook takes this time to make a move.

he walks around the tables until he reaches yours, picking up a pen that you dropped and you smile in gratitude when jungkook hands it to you with you dropped this.

“thanks, jungkook-ah,” your voice is sweet, sending the shivers down jungkook’s spine as he exhales, taking a seat on the table beside yours that’s almost empty now. he clears his throat as you swing your bag over your shoulder. jungkook takes a brief moment to take in your attire: a simple white t-shirt, plain, blank, matched with denim jeans and jungkook still doesn’t get how you look effortlessly beautiful. on the other hand, jungkook’s clothing is one you noticed suits him a lot (and he loves how you don’t judge him for that). he has a liking for white tops as well, overlapped with a black leather jacket. his jet black hair always having that messed up effect, as if he kept running his fingers through them to keep it like that. his fitting leggings, black with torn holes for style at his kneecaps. one or two rings slipped on his fingers, a piercing on his right ear and you can tell he’s getting to his desired gauge size.

“you look good today, y/n,” his voice is clear, words echoing into your ears after each syllable and it makes you smile, something jungkook’s fond of doing. “thank you,”

you can’t find of anything to say after that, noticing that he’s staring at you with such expectancy that makes your heart race. gulping, you hang your head low, kicking your own feet before looking up when he coos your name.


“do you have anyone to do your research with?”

please get it. get it this time. c'mon y/n please-

“um… no, why?”

“wanna be partners? we could go to the library and carry out our research together.”

this has to be it. you should know i don’t even do this or give a rat’s ass about this subject-


jungkook’s losing it.

“i-i don’t mean it in a bad way or anything, i just don’t get it and are you-”

“jesus fucking christ, y/n,” he hops off the table, making you flinch as he takes one step and it eliminates all space between the both of you. gasping, you feel his breath on your skin when he tilts his head down to look at you, deep into your eyes and you only see that properly when he cups your chin, tilting it up for your eyes to lock. biting down on your lip, it makes jungkook lick his before his lips part to murmur, “you’re driving me crazy, you know that?”

your first instinct was to apologize, but what he says after that throws you off. finally, it throws you off.

“i like you, y/n. do you get it now? or do i have to spell it out in algorithm for you to understand?”

jungkook then remembers why he likes you so much in the first place.

your cheeks heat up, blushing to the point of no return and that smile you have on your face is one that brightens up his own. and your words, they make him scoff a laugh as he rolls his eyes but without any venom when you’re so, so, so you, genuine and you’re just you.

“i mean, if you could spell it out in algorithm that would be pretty cool,”

with his head turned to the side, it’s your turn to laugh when he curses,”fuck’s sake…”

not realizing you were responding to what he asked earlier, he has to do a double take at you and focus on what you’re repeating because you’re saying it for the second time.

“i’d like that, jungkook-ah,”

this is where the bad boy of this place turns into a sap, him clearing his throat to direct your eyes away from his blushing cheeks. he steps back and extends his arm, his hand faced up and you shyly reach out, placing your hand in his before he tightens his hold and leads you out of the classroom, smiling all the way as he walks you to the library.

((“by the way… that took you long enough,”

“the fucking nerve-”))

Don't | M.C

Request: a while ago I made a request.. the one where you get in a fight and tell them you hate them. just wanted to know when it’ll be up or what? I know you have a BUNCH of other request to do so take ur time. just curious bby🌸
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Rating: Swear words

“Oh my gosh Michael, are we really doing this again?”
“We’re not doing anything!! It’s you!!”
You threw your my shoes and sat your to go box on the kitchen island.
“You’re just getting jealous over nothing, I wasn’t even looking at that guy.”
“Like hell you weren’t!” Michael fumed, “You were practically fucking drooling over him.”
You signed and put your hands on your temples, “Michael I wasn’t flirting with anyone.” You spoke confidently.
Earlier on in the night, you and Michael had decided on going out to a new restaurant that had just opened up down town. You wore your favorite black jeans with a light pink crop top and some black pumps while Luke settled for a pair of blue jeans and a band tee shirt.
You had decided to sit in the front of the little joint so that you could get the “Full effect” of things and you thought that things where honestly going good, but the problem advance until your waiter came take your order.

“What can I get you guys?” The green eyed boy asked politely.
“Well we’ve never really been here before, so is there anything you’d recommend?” You’d ask kindly, and the boy would smile, “Well I really like this.” He spoke as he pointed to some kind of burger, his arm brushed yours lightly but you though nothing of it.
“Really? Well what did you think of it?” “It was pretty good. It’s quite flavorful actually.”
You thought over the rest of the menu before you nodded. “Okay, I’ll have that.” You spoke with a smile.
“Is there anything else you’d suggest I try?” You asked.
“Maybe you could have a side me of with that?” The waiter flirted horribly, which made Michael look up at you through his menu.
You laughed a little bit before you went to respond “Sorry, that’s sweet but-” “But I’m her boyfriend.” Michael interrupted disrespectfully “So why don’t you go back and bust tables, Jake?” He added as he read his name tag.
“Um, okay.” The boy spoke uncomfortably as he shuffled away from the table.
“Michael that was so rude!” You whisper shouted.
“You know what Y/N? I think I’m ready to leave.”
*End of recap*

“Y/N you were half way way asking for his number!!” Michael yelled as he followed you past the kitchen.
“Okay, now you just sound silly!! It a harmless interaction that you’re taking way to far!!”
“Okay so if someone had flirted with me like that would you have been okay with that?”
Michael asked.
“Michael that kid was like 15!!”
“Okay but that doesn’t make it right.”
“You made us leave because you were jealous of a fucking kid!! Do you not fucking understand that?” You kept walking back to your shared bedroom when Michael grabbed your arm.
“I’m not done talking Y/N.” He spoke sternly.
“Yeah? Well I am.” You spoke as you pulled away.
“So you’re just okay with making me feel stupid in front of that guy?”
You got wide eyed as you heard Michael spoke.
Michael yelled as he got in your face, pushing you against the wall.
You bit your lip as you felt tears prickle in your eyes, did he really ‘just call me a whore?’ You thought, ‘Was I acting like that?’ You thought again. You pushed all those thoughts aside as you tried to get away from him.
“Michael move.” You spoke as you tried to push past him, tears were now streaming in your eyes.
“Wait Y/N I didn’t mean to say that.”
“Get the fuck out of my way!!” You yelled as he had moved, making it easier to move past him.

“I hate you.” You spat, “I hate you so fucking much.” You picked your shoes up and walked toward the door.

“You don’t mean that.” He said, sadness evident in his voice.

“Yes I do.” You spoke before opening the door, leaving him standing in the middle of the living room.

(A/N so if you’ve ever heard don’t by Bryson tiller, then you might be able to guess what’s gonna happen next.. If not, then go listen to it)

Not Good Enough (Luke Part 1)


Sitting on the bed, scrolling through twitter, you were starting to become more and more anxious as you waited for Luke to come back to the hotel.

The boys had just finished performing at one of the awards shows in LA, and were supposed to be on their way back. Luke hadn’t texted you yet, making you think maybe his phone died, but then you got a notification from twitter. 

He had tweeted the fans, thanking them for winning the band best new artist. Confused, you texted him again, still getting no response.

Sighing, you went back to scrolling through twitter, letting your mind wander.

You had been with Luke for almost 8 months now, and honestly your relationship had been one of the best things that ever happened to you. The boys had become like a second family and all the crew members adored you, always glad to have you around. 

It almost would have seemed completely perfect.


The only real problem was he didn’t want to tell the fans, friends or his family. He always said he was waiting for the right time. 

At first it didn’t really matter to you, you understood.

Or at least you thought you understood.

Over the 8 months you had been together with him, you had to be extra careful on everything you did. You weren’t aloud to go with him to award shows, couldn’t go out in public with him, never even once got to say a word to friends or family about your relationship.

Now that you think about it, it was like you didn’t exist in his real world. 

No one knew except for the boys and crew. 

But you hadn’t cared. 

You wanted Luke to be able to trust you, so you agreed to wait. Even though it meant taking separate flights, pretending to be a part of the crew when his friends of family came over and acting like you were single to anyone who asked.

You did everything you were told, just to make Luke happy.

All up until tonight.

The boys were supposed to have been back at the hotel by 9 but now it was a little past 2 in the morning.

You had called Luke a bunch of times, worried maybe something bad had happened. When he didn’t bother answering, you called their security guard dave.

He answered right away, making your heart drop a little.

You could hear Luke’s laugh in the background, followed by another girls giggle.

Asking Dave if everything was alright, he sounded confused answering you.

Of course, didn’t Luke tell you what was going on?”

When you didn’t answer, Dave took that as a no and sighed.

Sweetheart everything is fine, the boys just wanted to go out to celebrate. I thought he had told you. Don’t worry we’re on are way back right now.

Muttering a soft “Thanks”, you hung up, feeling rejected.

Why didn’t Luke just tell you?

It wouldn’t be the first time he went out.

But it would be the first time you heard another girl in the background.


Feeling like crap, you turned off the light, just wanting to go to sleep.

You almost would have too if Luke hadn’t come stumbling into the room 40 minutes later, obviously drunk.

Baaaaaabe wake upppppppp”

Feeling his lanky fingers poking your cheek, you shifted to turn on the lamp, completely annoyed with him.

What” you asked, completely pissed.

Lets cuddle” He giggled, trying to pull you towards him.

Smelling the alcohol as he talked made you want to puke.

No, you’re drunk. I know what you expect cuddling to turn into. Not this time Luke”

You pushed him away a little harsher than you intended, causing him to fall off the bed.

God he was so wasted.

Shaking your head you heard him groaning.

What the fuck, what is your deal? jesus i should have just gone back to Calum’s room with the girls”

You felt your heart stop.

Did he really just say that?

He got up off the floor, throwing himself onto the bed, making himself comfortable, completely oblivious to what he just said.

Feeling yourself wanting to cry, you got up and walked out to the living room portion of the hotel.

Pulling the blanket off the top of the couch, you laid down, feeling yourself tear up.

He was drunk, you had to remember that.

But then again people always said those who are drunk were always more truthful.

Shaking your head you hide your face into the cushion, trying to will yourself to just fall asleep.

It took a few hours before you were able to settle enough to fall asleep, but you eventually did.

Then what felt like a few minutes later, you felt something shaking your shoulder.

Letting your eyes flutter open, trying to adjust to the newly sunlit room, you finally made out Luke’s concerned stare.

Hey, morning sleepy head. What are you doing asleep on the couch?”

He didn’t remember. 

Feeling the tears start to make their way back, you shook your head, getting up to walk to one of the bathrooms.

Babe, hey wait, hey”

Ignoring his calls, you felt him right on your heals, trying to get you to look at him.

Pulling your wrist from him grasp, you slammed the bathroom door shut I’m his face, making sure to lock it.

He tried to wiggle it open but it wasn’t going to budge.

Babe what the fuck is going on? would you talk to me?”

“Luke just go away”

“What? No! Not until you tell me why you were sleeping on the couch and why you're ignoring me.”

Not even bothering to acknowledge his question, you turned on the shower, hoping he would get the hint to just leave.

And he did.

You heard him mutter “Fuck” followed by the sound of his footsteps walking away. 

Pulling of your clothes, you slipped into the shower, trying to relax.

But you couldn’t.

After 8 months of being silent, you couldn’t do it anymore.

Once you were finished, you wrapped a towel around yourself, not wanting to have to do what you knew was about to come next.

Slowly opening the door, you looked to see if Luke was in the room.

He wasn’t.

Letting out a little sigh of relief, you stepped out, getting dressed for the day.

Walking out to the living room, you heard Luke on the phone with one of the boys.

I don't know, something wrong with her. She’s acting really strange. It’s whatever though, Im sure its nothing”

Hearing his words, sparked something in you. 

He thought what was wrong with you, was nothing?

Did he really think that little of you?

No, you were not going to let him walk out of this okay.

No more keeping him happy.

It was time to do something to make you happy.

Even if it meant feeling broken for a while.

Stepping out in front of Luke, you crossed your arms, trying to seem strong.

Glancing up at you, he quickly hung up with whoever it was, waiting for you to say something.

We need to talk”

You saw him clench his jaw, looking down.

Well yea i can see that. That’s what I’ve been trying to do all morning but you wouldn't talk.”

Rolling your eyes, you looked away from him.

Well this was obviously going to end in a fight.

Something you both never did.

Even if you weren’t ready to have your first fight with Luke, he wasn’t going to give you any other option.

Why didn't you tell me you were going out last night with the boys”

Laughing, he looked at you like you were crazy.

Is that seriously what this is about?”

Rolling his eyes, he shook his head, still laughing.

Babe, i didnt think it was a big deal. I always go out with the boys. I figured you wouldn’t care”

Growing extremely frustrated, you made a face at him.

I don't care if you do Luke, its the whole principle of you leaving me here in a city where i know absolutely no one, while you go out to party. You told me you were going to be back at a certain time. When i didn't hear anything from you, i thought something bad happened. I was so worried that i had to call dave, just to make sure you weren’t dead or something! And then to hear that you were perfectly fine, with other girls for the matter, it pissed me off. Is it really so hard just to tell me where you’re going to be so i don’t worry?”

Standing up from the couch, he was starting to match your anger.

So what you’re saying is I’m not allowed to go out and do things without your permission?”

“What? No thats not what I’m saying! If we were back home, i wouldn’t care! But the fact is we are somewhere were anything can happen! All ask is for you to just let me know so I’m not worrying about you! But apparently i didn't have anything to worry about since you were having a grand time with other girls!”

“Jesus so that’s what this is really about! You’re jealous i got to party with other girls!”

Staring at him, you started to feel hot tears fall.

You’re right Luke. I am jealous. Im so jealous that my boyfriend would rather go out with other girls than take his own fucking girlfriend. I saw the pictures Luke, you obviously have no problem showing off girls who are 10 times prettier than ill ever be.”

Shaking his head, he tried walking towards you but you just back away.

You couldn’t let him brush this off.

He tried again, attempting to grab your hands, but you just pulled back.

You watched hurt flash across his face, followed by annoyance.

Jesus, you know why i don’t take you out. Its not the right time-”

Cutting him off, you finally let everything out.

You know what Luke, I’m starting to wonder if theres ever going to be a right time. You obviously have no problem showing off beautiful girls to the world. You didn’t care when the paparazzi were taking pictures of them getting into your cab with the boys. You knew perfectly well the whole world was going to see. But you didn't care. Iif it was me, you would have made sure i was miles away before you let them take pictures. ”

You saw him open his mouth to fight back, but you didn’t let him. You kept on talking.

Are you ashamed of me? Is that what it is? Because if so, tell me right now. I will happily jump on the next flight back home so you can go out and find someone who does matter to you.”

As soon as you finish your sentence, you saw his face completely fall.

What.. No… Baby girl never… Please tell me you don't really believe that?”

Not answering him, you looked away.

Again he tried to rush towards you but you were too hurt. For the first time, you didn’t want to feel his touch. You didn’t feel worthy enough of it.

You walked away, putting a good amount of distance between you and him.

You saw tears start to form in his eyes.

Do you honestly think i would ever want anyone else then you?”

“Well considering the way you want to hide me from whole the whole world, it seems like it”

Angrily shaking his head, he couldn’t believe you.

I can’t believe you’re so insecure. Maybe i should just find someone else to date. I thought you understood but i guess not"

Fully crying now, you were done.

You’re right Luke, i don't understand. I don't understand why you want to keep me as your dirty little secret. Im done.”

Before you could give Luke a chance to say anything, you turned around, walking right out the hotel door.

Walking fast, you made it to the elevator, slightly hoping he would come out and stop you.

But he never did.

Getting into the elevator, you didn’t know where to go.

There was no one in town you knew.

This was really it.

You thought you were prepared to let him go, but you weren’t.

Sobbing, you put the hood of your jacket up, shielding your face from the fans wanting outside.

Walking away form the hotel, you felt your whole world crashing down.

Letting the sidewalk take you somewhere, you felt empty.

You did what you thought was right.

Now what do you do?


(Part 2)

anonymous asked:

Can we have some fluffy cuddles with Sousuke?

gotta be honest, i just cannot stick to the subject recently. short and sweet, just like a shot of pure fructose.

It had been a year, now. One whole year since the two of you had gotten married. One whole year of starting anew. Although really, getting married never changed much in your life - you had a new name, but you and Sousuke had been living together for years beforehand. In fact, since you first met six years ago, you had been inseparable. Jokes about the two of you being ‘like a married couple’ had been thrown about years before the actual occasion, but now that you were married… Life was perfect.

“Hey, you. Champagne?”

“Mmm, yes please!”

Sousuke had been talking about ‘not over-doing the anniversary’. Of course he had, the little liar… He’d played you well; you had no clue that he had booked a suit at one of Tokyo’s top-class luxury hotels. He’d refused to tell you exactly how much he’d spent, but with amenities, you guessed it must count as ‘over-doing it’ just a little. Not that you minded - you’d spent the whole day being treated like royalty, whether it be by Sousuke himself or the hotel staff. Honestly, you’d spent your time knowing Sousuke trying to figure out his flaws, and this wasn’t helping



The night view across the skyline of Tokyo was enchanting. Lights from skyscrapers dotted the orange horizon, black silhouettes so sharp they appeared painted on. The cars and people below you didn’t disturb the atmosphere; you were too high up to hear the buzz of the city, even outside.



“… Thank you, for this. You know you didn’t-”

“I didn’t do it to impress you, ____.” Setting down his glass, he turned to face you, the dim surface lighting of the patio making him look almost ethereal. “I know I don’t need to convince you to stay with me… I just wanted to treat you.”

He shuffled over on the sofa, slinging an arm around your shoulders as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Besides, you look more relaxed than I’ve ever seen you - it was worth doing this just to see you like this.” His hand trailed down your thigh, squeezing gently to encourage you to get a little closer. You moved yourself so that your legs were resting across Sousuke’s, arms wrapped around his neck so you could keep yourself pressed against his torso. “And the beds here are good…”

“Sousuke!” He dodged your hit, in turn moving himself so he could sit lengthways along the sofa. “I knew you were buttering me up for something…”

“Oh, I wouldn’t need to go to these lengths to get what I want, ____…” As you looked back at him from between his legs, he smirked, teal eyes glinting with mirth. You knew he was just kidding, but the thought of what would occur when the night was a little older sent a shiver down your spine. The beds really were nice.

“But for now… It’s more than enough just having you in my arms.” Warm breath fanned over your exposed neck as he spoke. His voice was low, a murmur that would be inaudible to anyone but you - not that there was anyone else around. You could easily have remained like that for ages: your back leant against his toned chest; legs pressed against his; his breath steady and comforting. His sweet embrace was one you found yourself safe in, able to think freely and relax completely.

“What would I do without you…”

“Continue to be successful, gorgeous, and hard-working. The thing is, I really need you more than you need me.”

“Oh? Why so?”

“I’d get lost, otherwise.”

Sometimes, you couldn’t believe you married this man. Other times, you’d remember exactly why you married him.

“I love you, Sousuke.”


this is the first video in forever that i’ve actually felt like chris was honest and i didn’t leave the video confused and worried and unsure whether he’s joking or not and i’m really glad he posted it. this video is very interesting, i think it explains a lot about what’s been going on on youtube lately.

i think what most youtubers don’t understand is that most of us (the viewers) don’t like the commercialisation of youtube. we don’t like the professionalism. we don’t like the characters some youtubers try to play up. 

you used to be able to really connect to the youtubers’ personality, to really feel like you know them- not their over the top fake persona, which a lot of youtubers seem to adapt as of late. the raw honesty is all gone. to even think about becoming a youtuber you need to have a great camera and already know how to edit and be funny and witty and professional looking and hot. you can’t just start youtube because you have something to say anymore.

youtube as a company doesn’t seem to understand that that’s not what we’re after either, as it’s really not supporting the youtubers properly which makes them branch out into traditional media which by definition is way more commercialized and less honest and really quite the opposite of what youtube used to be all about.

(p.s. this is not directed towards anyone in specific, it’s more of my general thoughts and feelings about youtube)

romaniantelevision replied to your post: ikeracity asked:[chants] coffee s…

coffee shop au in hell

“Must everything always be so–” and here Charles pauses, and Erik’s practically able to see that stiff upper lip curling, “–charred around here?”

“You do realize,” Erik drawls with patience that can only be earned through 611 long, grueling years of existence, “we are in Hell.”

Charles’ mouth drops open, red and alluring. Erik’s wanted to do unspeakable things to it and to Charles in general since they met, 487 years ago. Not that he’s counting. “No,” Charles says, mockingly grave, eyes widened in pretend shock, “you don’t say. Is that where we are? I could’ve sworn we were in Florida.”

“What’s the difference,” Erik mutters, and takes a long, rude slurp from his cup, the bitter coffee scalding nicely on the way down. Now that Charles mentions it, it does taste a little burnt, as if Azazel let it brew for half a century before deeming it acceptable to serve. Erik honestly wouldn’t put it past him.

“Of course I’m right,” Charles informs him, his tail flicking against Erik’s leg in that smug little way of his, “I’m always right. I should’ve ordered tea. I’ve heard the Sinner’s Tears brew is particularly delightful.”

“You’re the one who had to have coffee,” Erik reminds him, “we had to trek all the way across the Plain of Eternal Sorrows for this shit. I had to ask one of the Damned for directions, and she wouldn’t stop staring at my horns.”

“Your horns are lovely,” Charles says absently, eyes glued to the TV screen above the menu board that, in true Hellish fashion, only plays an endless loop of the same three infomercials, “I cannot fathom why you’re so touchy about them.”

“I’m not touchy about them,” Erik snaps. He reaches up to make sure his hair falls appealingly around the curving spirals just in case. “I’m just aware that they’re not the usual pointed spikes everyone else goes on and on about. Which I don’t see what’s so great about those anyway, you know.”

“I think yours are charming,” Charles says frankly, turning his blue eyes back to Erik. Erik has a running theory that Charles is at least half succubus and just won’t admit it, because there’s no way those eyes could come from any other miserable species around here. “And when have you ever cared about what anyone else thinks anyway?”

“I don’t,” Erik insists, and tosses back the last of his coffee and tries not to wince at the way it tastes distressingly like remnants of the tortured souls from the Inner Rings. Judging by how many teeth Azazel used to grin at him with from across the top of the register when Erik initially placed their order, Erik’s probably not far off the mark.

“So,” Charles says after they’ve rewatched the entire Egg Wave infomercial, clearing his throat. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”

Erik considers. “We could go fester in the Pit of Hopeless Apathy for awhile,” he suggests blithely, assuming that as always, by your Charles actually means our, “or we could visit Raven, but if she wants to take a trip to the Physical World again then I’m out. My essence still hasn’t recovered from last time.”

“Actually,” Charles says, swiveling in his seat to face Erik directly, “you know that practice they have in the Physical World, all about the, ah, what was it, real-world human connection?”

“Yes,” Erik says stiffly, sitting very still on his stool and trying not to reveal just how high his levels of lust have shot up in the past three seconds.

“I was thinking we could go back to my place and…engage…in a little real-world human connection ourselves.”

There’s a full moment where Erik can only stare at Charles blankly, wondering if the coffee here really is so bad that it’s causing him to have vivid hallucinations, but Charles must overhear that because he grins, sultry and wicked, his tail wrapping all the way up Erik’s leg.

“I’ve made a few certain observations,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows, “and there are a few things I’m dying to try out with you.”

“Bless,” Erik swears, earning himself several scathing looks from other patrons in the shop but he hardly cares, jolting up to his feet and grabbing Charles’ hand to pull him towards the door. Charles laughs as he follows along, and as soon as they’re outside he stops and pulls Erik down into a kiss, their first kiss, and if it tastes a little like burnt coffee, well, Erik’s a little busy feeling like he’s been lifted out of purgatory at long last to complain.

anonymous asked:

Barry thinks that Snart is good, but no one else does. So what's wrong with Barry? What does he see that others don't? How does he see it when no one else can? As a side note, how does Snart always know when Barry walks into a room? Are the two attuned? They seem to know each other pretty well.

Haha I love that you phrased this as “what’s wrong with Barry?” instead of “why can’t anyone else see the good in Snart?” lol. but okay, I’ll definitely answer it that way, and it’s a bit of character analysis.

Me and @pretzel-log1c had a discussion a while ago about how odd Barry’s mental fortitude is, bordering on dangerous in the right circumstances. Because his staunch and unwavering belief in his father’s innocence is highly unusual, given that trusted adults, the criminal justice system, and therapists – hell, pretty much everyone – told Barry his father was the killer. False memories are alarmingly easy to implant, gaslighting is a very real thing, and yet from what we can tell, Barry never stopped believing in his father’s innocence. Considering how young he was and how children are naturally impressionable (more so than adults), on top of how many years he was told the same thing, combined with the fact that literally everyone was telling him that… the fact that Barry’s memories didn’t become altered, that his belief stayed true, is, to be honest, alarming. 

So we can kind of conjecture to a certain extent that what Barry accepts as true, what he decides as ‘his’ reality, it cannot and will not be swayed by others. What allows him to be like that? I honestly couldn’t say, exactly. But it’s part of him. And Barry decides that Snart is good, and honestly, nothing but his own opinion is going to change that – he can change his own mind, but he can work around any evidence or opinion to the contrary if he chooses to (because we’ve seen him do that in the case of Henry).

But I’m gathering that your question wasn’t “why is he able to hold on to that despite contrary evidence?” but rather “why does he see good that no one else seems to see?”

And in that case, this is going to work into my meta post on literary foils, but Barry feels a certain… kinship, for lack of a better word, with Snart. We get that from the first time Barry learns about Len in Going Rogue (1x04) – he jokes about the similarity of their first names being a bit outdated and how, since both of their fathers are in prison, they ‘should start a club.’ Barry demonstrates an immediate willingness to draw parallels between him and Leonard. And in then Rogue Time (1x16), Barry in a stand off with Snart, he challenges Snart not to kill innocents and Snart immediately agrees, but only after pointing out that they’re similar, that they both do what they do for the rush, the adrenaline – because they enjoy it. More similarities. Similarities enough that Barry thinks he understands Snart well enough to “use” him in Rogue Air (1x22), though he doesn’t have enough of the puzzle yet to really get Snart. But Snart doesn’t kill him, and Barry understands that for whatever reason, his own life has been spared. It’s not much, but he can tell from that (and from Len’s willingness not to kill innocents, more generally) that Snart isn’t totally evil. A dick who can’t be trusted, sure, but not straight-up evil.

What really convinces Barry that there is legit good in Snart though is Family of Rogues (2x03). In that episode, it falls into place for Barry: Len spent his life protecting his sister, and will do pretty much anything to ensure that she’s safe. And it’s another similarity: Barry will do anything to protect the people he loves, and so will Len. That changes things. Barry understands Len in new ways, and at that point becomes determined to help him (because he understands Snart’s worry, his motivations). And in that episode, we see Barry wonder what he would’ve been like if he was raised by someone else than Joe, by a family that taught him pain instead of love (he doesn’t say it in those words exactly, but he draws that comparison between him and Len). So now we get that he sees Snart in some way as a good person who was put in an impossible situation from day one, and Barry wonders/fears what he himself would’ve been like if he was raised in Snart’s shoes. 

Barry sees all these similarities between them, and because he acknowledges them as similar, Barry almost needs to see Snart as good, because if Snart isn’t good at his core, then Barry isn’t either, because at their core, they’re the same: they became who they did motivated by love and the need to protect, balanced with the need to seek danger and the rush of adrenaline that comes from risk and recklessness. So Barry thinks/knows Snart is good because he needs to believe that, and because he understands Snart in a way most other people don’t try to or simply can’t.

As to your side-note, I think there was a post going around about that, but basically it’s possible he sees Barry’s reflection in something out the corner of his eye (especially the first time at Saints and Sinners), or else recognizes the distinct sound of Barry’s footfalls. Also possible he has some heightened senses that allow him to tell who it is (maybe by smell?), or else it’s just a side effect of his hypervigilance that causes him to know who it is because he’s paying a lot more attention to his surroundings than he makes it seem.

OK no you know what I really hate and yet I keep seeing on my dash right now? It’s when kids’ Vines or videos go viral for stupid reasons. Like a 10 year old boy singing a song really badly, or a 13 year old girl freaking out over a TV show in a totally embarrassing and over the top way. I hate seeing people reblog those things, those reminders of a kid’s mistakes, and laughing at them. It makes me really really angry because the more notes / views those videos get, the higher the chance of someone at that kid’s school seeing the video. The higher the chance of that kid becoming a laughing stock, no matter how fleeting the fascination with their perceived indiscretion.

I can relate on some level to it because I made a few YouTube videos when I was in school - nothing too embarrassing, just me talking to a webcam about my experiences with bullying (how ironic) but someone from my school found them and sent the link around to everyone, and truly, it was awful. I couldn’t go to school for a week, and that was just a video seen by 500 or so people. I honestly don’t think I could have coped if it had been more.

It’s bad enough having kids laugh at you for your hairstyle or your accent; something subjective, something where the fallout is localised. Something that happens when you’re at school, but you can switch off at home. It’s absolutely horrendous, but at least there’s a respite. But when it’s something that millions of other people have seen, something that millions of other people are laughing at and sharing with their friends so that they can laugh at it too - I can’t even imagine how awful that must be for a child. I really can’t. It would be inescapable, knowing that whether you were at school or at home, asleep or awake, there would be someone looking at your humiliation and finding humour in it. You wouldn’t be able to get away from the shame of it.

And kids make mistakes. That’s part of being a kid. Sometimes, with the Internet being as global and connected as it is, these kids make mistakes in public and leave a very obvious record of it. When this happens, it’s best to let that mistake lie, and not spread it around. Don’t multiply that mistake tenfold and throw that kid headfirst into a situation that they are not emotionally mature enough or equipped to deal with.

It should be simple: don’t post anything that’s going to be harmful in any way to another person. Just have a little empathy for the repercussions of sharing that post. Kids these days are exposed to so much ridicule. It’s bad enough when the ridicule is limited to your peers, but when it extends to people you haven’t even met, people who don’t know you but whose comments and laughter you can clearly see if you look for it - I can’t imagine something more difficult for a child or adolescent to deal with at such a fraught time in their development.

I really hope that this isn’t coming across as tone policing or anything like that, and I hope it’s not overstepping a metaphorical line or placing myself on a pedestal that doesn’t exist, but it really is something that I feel very strongly about indeed. Kids and teenagers these days have it hard enough already, with the expectations of their elders to live up to and the social standards of their peers to meet. For the love of Marilyn Manson’s forthcoming and highly anticipated ninth studio album, please don’t make it any harder for them.

The Budget for 2015 in the UK has been released, the first one by an all Conservative government in 19 years, and honestly, it’s left me giving University a second thought. Here’s why.

  • Tuition fees could be set to rise. George Osborne wants to give universities that show good quality the ability to increase their tuition fees above the £9,000 mark there already is from 2017/18
  • There’s also going to be a five year freeze on the level in which students have to start paying back student loans which is currently at £21,000 a year. Under the Lid Dem/Conservative government we had from 2010 to this year, this figure was increasing in line with the rate of inflation. Therefore with this freeze, we’ll have to pay back loans sooner.
  • To top that, maintenance grants are being scrapped completely. Usually students who’s families had a low income could receive up to £3,000 from the government to help cover maintenance costs while studying. These are indifferent from loans as they don’t have to be paid back. But now they are being scrapped and turned into loans, putting students into even MORE debt. 
  • Not totally university related, but the UK is rejoicing about this increasing in the living wage which should go up to £9 an hour but 2020. THIS DOES NOT APPLY FOR ANYONE UNDER 25. We’ll all still be with the usual £6.50 an hour, or less, depending on how old you are. — Which teamed with the lack of maintenance grants means students could find it hard to keep up with things such as rent, and other amenities while studying.

This is kind of shitty for me, because I’ve planned my whole educational path with the aim of going to university. I’d been looking into it, and with the help of maintenance grants I COULD afford it. But now with that being scrapped… I’m not too sure I can. £3,000 a year may not seem much when you see the debt you’ll still be lumbered with, but it does help a bit. It’s made me have to look into Universities closer to home, or near someone I know who could put me up, as that may be the only realistic option now, and limits my options greatly.

  • Another thing they’ve also done; cutting housing benefit for 18-21 year olds. The Indepdenent have said it’s part of their “earn or learn” obligation. So basically, especially in somewhere where I live where the rent is freaking sky high for shit as fuck conditions, really (in my neighbours house everything is breaking), young people probably won’t even be able to afford to rent their own house. How are we supposed to earn when you’re not raising our wages like you are for everyone else?

Political rant over.