So there won’t be an update tomorrow because of a really stupid reason. I maaaay have accidentally left my laptop at my parent’s place the other day when i was over for Thanksgiving > >. It has all my art stuff on it. It’s probably gonna be a hot minute until I get it back.
A/N: I was on and off of this for various reasons that I don’t care to explain, so just stick on me with this: I’m sorry if it isn’t as good as my other ones. The idea/prompt has been floating around in my head since a couple of Headcannons that I read and I’ve been wanted to try writing stuff like them! So if you could give me some feedback, that’ would be great! I hope you enjoyed reading in advance!~Jackie
God. He knows he shouldn’t have been staring. He’d be stupid to even be considered not to know. Spencer’s eyes couldn’t leave you though. The way your ass moved against the tight red dress as you strut yourself in front of him towards the center of the gold reflecting ballroom was -simply put- more addicting than all of the drugs he’d ever put into his body combined.
But the two of you were on a mission -per say, you two were assigned to try and hunt down the unsub at the gathering, seeing as though he kidnaps attractive women and makes them into sex slaves, you just so happened to fit that description.
No matter how many times Spencer implored Hotch to cave and give the role to somebody else -anybody else, Aaron refused to give in but did let Spencer accompany you- to be even a little fair.
But as he stood there, biting his lip and pulling you closer to him, Spencer had skipped the usual gratefulness and went straight to having all the access blood bolt to his groin.
He asked you not to where that thing, or else he’d get all riled up. The thrust it gave your bosom and the accent it blessed your curves just made his eyes turn shades darker and so did his thoughts, which you were so wanting to go through each and every one of them. However, you disobeyed and wore it anyway. Why wasn’t anyone on his side this week!
The more Spencer dwelled and rolled around in the image that he unintentionally burned into his head, the less he cared to find the unsub and more to focus on other things. So, the swell of the need to sigh when he heard Penelope’s familiarly peppy voice recite the words, “He’s been located, JJ and Rossi have him!” and the clap at the end wasn’t surprising at all.
He gripped your wrist and wrapped his long arm around your waist, tenaciously pulling you into the short hallway with the circle cushions and against the closest will that Spencer could find before latching his lips immediately to the dip of your soft neck.
Spencer smirked against your skin when the sight of you biting your lip in euphoria met his eyes.
“Spencer, we’re in public.” He felt your fingers weave through his ever-changing brown tresses.
His mouth trailed down from your neck to right where the dress concealed everything that he wanted to desperately see. One of Spencer’s hands ran up your thighs and underneath your dress, easily surpassing the useless panties and dragged the tips of his fingers over your folds, collecting the wetness that dripped onto the thin strip of material.
Meanwhile, the other hand had went to the front of the dress and you opened your previously closed eyes after hearing a loud rip sound through your ears.
“Spen-” You cut yourself off when he entered his longest digit into your soaking cavern.
You gave birth to me but you’ve took
away my will to live, you have no right
to abuse me physically or mentally but
you did it anyway. You have no right to
make me feel worthless but you’ve won
and now looking in the mirror has become
painful. You use me as if I’m a toy without
feelings, you’ve managed to take away any
hope I had left. Any tear I shed is because
of you, you’re the reason behind all my pain.
“It’s for your own good” They say. Little do
they know by doing so they’ve crushed my
very soul. There’s a million things I could say
but nothing will make it okay. They’ve broke me.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #26
Jenseternity / instagram
Wicca has no commandments. We have no rules, no laws, no tenets. We do of course have the Rede; “an’ it harm none, do as ye will” - “should it harm no-one, do what you want”. But, it’s not a binding contract. It’s not a divine sacrament to which we must adhere.
The Rede is a guideline. It’s a very good guideline, a guideline I hope you follow in all things as much as you reasonably can. But at the end of the day… it’s optional. There is no Hell if you disobey, no eternal damnation for not believing in the Wiccan spirituality. You won’t be rewarded with eternal life for becoming a Wiccan - at least, no more than anyone else, since we’ll all enter the Summerlands eventually no matter in whom we place our faith.
So if you disobey the Rede, if you harm with malicious intent, if you act in a manner that hurts yourself or those around you… well at the end of the day, there is no Karmic retribution. No smiting from on-high by the almighty. Nothing.
There’s just you, being a hateful little shit.
You see, the Wiccan perspective on morality is very different to that of say, Christianity. Christians believe that YHWH is the ultimate moral authority, that all morality, truth and rightness in the world stem, ultimately, from him. Thus in order to do what is moral you must do what YHWH’s laws require of you, no matter how counter-intuitive or confusing or even downright offensive those laws are to your own ethical sense. You are told that your ethics are irrelevant, that only those of your deity are worth considering. You are told to stop thinking for yourself, and to start acting blindly and damn the consequences. You’re told you’ll go to Hell for all eternity if you fail.
This is not morality.
Wiccans view the world differently. We see it as being full of many things - hope, pain, joy, sorrow, pleasure, grief, ecstasy. But the thing it’s full of more than anything else to us is choice. We are not bound by laws, restricted by commandments, instructed to “do this, and only this”. We are ultimately, impossibly, incontrovertibly free to be ourselves. To be the truest, freest, realist possibly self we could ever hope to be.
We choose to love, and we choose to hate. We choose to gift, and we choose to take. Our choices define us, because the Wiccan morality is made of nothing, nothing other than choices. The Goddess didn’t command us not to kill. She told us to make our own choices, but wherever possible to try to choose those things that brought pleasure, love, and peace into the world. She is a Goddess of the wild savannas and the deep waters. She is the Goddess of the predator just as much as of the prey. She knows that there is no way to live life perfectly, to harm nothing, to injure no-one. She knows there are no laws that survive unbroken.
So instead, we make our own laws. We choose our own fates. We do good deeds not because our Gods have commanded us to do so. We sew seeds of love and peace not because it is an ethical tithe. We believe in the Gods, we believe in doing what is right, we believe in being fundamentally good people not because we are trying to avoid eternal damnation.
We do it because it is the right thing to do.
Moral actions taken to avoid punishment are not moral. Good deeds performed out of contractual obligation are not good. If your morality stems from a fear of punishment - be it divine or mortal - you are not a good person. You’re just a scared person.
Fear does not make morality. Choice - utterly uninhibited choice - makes morality.
As Wiccans, we have no commandments, no laws, no tenets. We are asked, wherever possible, to harm none in the course of doing what our hearts desire. There is no punishment for failure, no damnation for disbelief. We simply do what is good because it’s a good thing to do.
And ultimately, that’s the highest good there can be.
Aries: Dont. Don’t start down a road that you can’t turn back fron. Don’t use me as an example. As a reason to leave bruises on un-marred skin. Don’t start something that has no good end.
Taurus: Grow. Let yourself change without fear. Let yourself love without horrors of your past coming back to haunt you. Enjoy it.
Gemini: Your presence is more of a comfort than you know. You walk in the room and I light up. I hope you know that.
Cancer: Accept this. Accept the pain and the joy and everything else in between. Know that it’s a roller coaster and you’re just in for the ride. Accept it even if you can’t enjoy it.
Leo: Stop believing rumors and lies just because they come from what looks like a trustworthy mouth. Know that everyone has an agenda and you need to see why.
Virgo: Feel better. Learn to love yourself for everything you are and everything you never could be. Accept all the pain in your past and vow to do better.
Libra: it’s okay to love someone even though they were awful. It’s okay to miss the idea of someone more then missing the actual person. It’s okay to hate them. It’s okay to change.
Scorpio: You do not take up too much space. You are not to big. You are not to loud. Do not be afraid to raise your voice. Do not be scared to stand your ground. Plant your feet and know you are enough.
Sagittarius: Listen to those old songs. Remember the way the music use to make you feel. Remember sitting in the apartment with us. Don’t pass up the chance to reach out.
Capricorn : Your halo made be held up by devil horns but I can still see it. It doesn’t dim the way your eyes shine just because you have blood on your hands. It’s time to accept that yes you sinned but you’re still beautiful.
Aquarius : Get over yourself. Get over the way you remember things happening. Get over the way it hurt. Get over it because you deserve better than what you’re allowing yourself to have.
Pisces: It’s okay to have bad days. Forgive yourself. Let yourself feel pain. Let yourself fail sometimes you do not always have to be the rock. It’s okay.
“ It’s being here now that’s important. There’s no past and there’s no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can’t relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don’t know if there is one ” → requested by @clairedaring
I have this theory about Yuri on Ice!!! based on the opening. I first noticed it during episode 3′s opening.
Yurio has black skates
Yuuri has silver
Vicktor has gold
This really bothered me because i know all anime op’s always have meaning. so i thought about it and have developed this theory …
I think that Yurio will have to pull out of the final because of injury (after ep 9′s free skate) this is probably the most logical thing that could happen. He’s pushing himself too much and this worries me
I’m worried about my smol angry Russian kitten boy.
or maybe some other reason (something to do with his grandad? I really hope not)
pls no! i just want Yurio to be alright
I think that Yuri might get silver over all (silver skates). Maybe JJ will win … it’s hard because the competition is so good, so anyone could win …
This leads me onto Vicktor, he has gold ice skates, but he’s not competing this year … so he can’t win a gold medal …
But he can win something gold … so, a wedding ring?
But, like i said it’s only a theory, i don’t know whats actually going to happen. With this fucking anime anything could happen…
i know all of us have said this approximately seven thousand times tonight, but. i’m saying it again bc i am just so beyond grateful that louis has steve right now bc he is such a genuinely Good person with such a big heart and knowing that he’s been yet another source of support for louis through this is so incredibly comforting and i really hope he knows how much we appreciate him 💖
Summary: you love your sleep but you might just probably love Bucky Barnes more, so you’re willing to sacrifice it. Besides, it’s Valentine’s Day and there has to be a good reason he’s waking you up at two o’clock in the morning.
Word count: 2,510
Warnings: none, just your typical cavity-inducing fluff
You were abruptly woken from a dreamless sleep by a hand gently shaking your shoulder. You hummed shortly in response, one hand going to rub your eyes as they flickered open.
‘Baby, wake up,’ Bucky hushed, thumb stroking your cheek, coaxing you out of your slumber.
‘What’s s’wrong?’ you mumbled, face half-buried in your pillow. You huffed and turned onto your back, studying Bucky’s face for any indication of a nightmare.
Bucky was kneeling by your bed looking very much nightmare-less; you could barely see him, the only light source being the silvery moonlight peeking through the gap in your curtains, but he didn’t appear scared or shaken in the slightest.
You sighed. ‘The sun’s not even up, Barnes, why are we?’
Bucky chuckled and leaned down to kiss your forehead. ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Doll.’
You paused and then counted the days in your head. The mission you had just come back from had messed with your sense of timing.
‘I know you’re allergic to roses,’ Bucky continued, ‘so I got you these … Valentine … orchids …’
You bit your lip and tried to stifle the giggle that slipped out at his words and looked at the black vase that sat on your bedside table from which several pale pink blossoms sprouted.
‘Buck, you shouldn’t have,’ you murmured, cheeks heating as they reddened.
You appreciated the sentiment momentarily and then glared at him half-seriously. ‘Is this one of those things where you’re waking me up at midnight to be all cute and stuff? Because the morphine’s making me drowsy so this isn’t going to turn out the same way it did on my birthday.’ Your hands ran through your hair, styling it subconsciously.
He smirked in response and ran his fingers with a feather-like touch over your knee, wrapped in gauze and supported by a brace, over your sweatpants. ‘Is it hurting?’
‘Not right now,’ you replied. ‘And as much as I love you, I’m exhausted.’
‘I know but I promise it’s worth it,’ Bucky insisted.
‘What are you talking about?’ Your eyes flickered to the clock on your bedside table. ‘Why are we awake at two a.m?’
Bucky was ushering you to sit up, one hand holding yours and the other going behind your back to help you. ‘You’ll see when we get there,’ he promised.
‘Bucky, I’m a mess right now,’ you groaned. ‘It’s early and I’m still injured and …’ You trailed off, losing yourself to Bucky’s argument made by his soft blue eyes. Dammit. You rolled your eyes. ‘I’ll get up if you kiss me,’ you offered.
Bucky frowned, scrunching his eyebrows together. ‘No, you’re gross in the morning,’ he argued childishly.
You scoffed, a hand going over your heart. ‘You’re gross in the morning.’
‘You make a compelling argument.’
‘You make an irritating human being.’
‘Doll,’ Bucky whined, dragging the nickname out, ‘it’s Valentine’s Day. It’s an entire twenty-four hours dedicated to our love and I wanna make it special.’
His words made you want to throw up with how cute they were and you knew that he knew that.
‘Well then,’ you replied, hand going through his hair as he nuzzled your neck, ‘by your logic … shouldn’t you be kissing me?’
Bucky huffed a quiet laugh against your neck and complied, tilting his head up and leaning close, stopping when he was barely a centimeter away from your lips. ‘I still think you’re gross,’ he whispered before molding his lips chastely against yours, muffling and silencing your laughter and sending waves of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. His arms wound themselves around your waist, pulling you closer to the warmth of his body, your hands cupping his neck as you kissed back.
You pulled away first, much too quickly for his liking, and you chuckled at the dazed look in his eyes as they fluttered open. ‘I think I should hold up my end of the deal,’ you smirked.
Bucky stood up and helped you swing your injured leg over the side of the bed, then bringing your black Converses from their place by your bedroom door and putting them on for you, tying up the laces and all. He held onto both of your hands and pulled you gently to your feet. He passed you your crutches, keeping one hand hovering by your lower back as he walked next to you out of your room and to the elevator.
‘Where are we going?’ you tried prodding.
‘You’ll see when we get there,’ Bucky replied simply. The man looked a little too smug, caught up in his excitement for whatever he had planned for you; you leaned against his chest, still slightly drowsy from the medication you were on and from being woken up so early.
Bucky lead you to a newly-polished black Audi Q7; the car was usually covered in mud and dirt from how much Bucky drove it around so a clean car, as simple the idea, was enough to alert you almost into full consciousness.
‘You can go back to sleep,’ Bucky said, climbing into the driver’s seat after helping you into yours and tucking the crutches safely away.
You could already feel how tired you were again as you nestled into the leather seat. ‘You sure?’
Bucky smiled at you, watching your eyes close easily and hands draw the sleeves of your back sweater over your fingers.
‘It’s a long drive,’ he replied softly. ‘I’ll wake you when we get there.’
When you woke up by your own accord, Bucky was still driving; one hand was on the wheel and the other was holding yours. It was still dark outside; the very beginnings of the sunrise were starting to peek through, preparing to take over. You could immediately tell that you were far from the city. The sky was clear, the stars freed from the shrouds of pollution and the near-full moon with free reign, overlooking the earth. Tall beech and red spruce trees reached up and brushed the sky, swaying slightly in the light wind.
‘Where’ve you taken me, Barnes?’ you mumbled, voice still thick with fatigue. Your knee was starting to ache.
‘We’re almost there,’ he replied, eyes searching the area in front of him. ‘Just gotta … find the right place.’ After several more minutes, pulled the car to a stop and turned the engine off.
‘Bucky?’ you murmured nervously, sitting straight in your seat and running your fingers though your hair.
‘Wait a sec,’ he said, jumping from his seat and jogging around the front of the car to open your door and help you out. ‘You can leave your crutches,’ he added, drawing your arm around his shoulders and his around your waist to help you walk.
‘Bucky Barnes Safety Inspector,’ you scolded teasingly, ‘how dare you.’
‘I know,’ he sighed self-deprecatingly. ‘Steve has corrupted me.’
You giggled, and looked around you. The front of the car had been facing a forest of bare and evergreen trees, shuddering in the cool winter breeze. Dirt paths had been ploughed through the ground, most likely by use of the area. Bucky walked with you around to the back of the car which overlooked one of the most breath-taking sights you had ever seen.
In the near distance, you could see a wide, winding river snake through the ground between several mountains of varying disordered sizes. The moonlight which was slowly fading, giving way to the approaching dawn, reflected on the still water like white torchlight over opaque glass. The stars seemed to be connected by arcs of sharp, thin light, scattered generously across the ink-blue sky. The mountains were solid shadow, almost pure black against the lighter background.
And then you realised where you were. These were the Adirondack Mountains. Bucky had driven for over four hours - for you.
You heard Bucky breathe a sigh of relief. ‘I thought were were gonna be late,’ he muttered.
‘Late for what?’
Bucky blushed and busied himself by turning to open the boot of the car. ‘To watch the sunrise,’ he replied, suddenly seeming shy.
You watched him, warmth spreading through your heart as the broad-chested, six-foot war hero shrunk to the shyness of a child; there was a hint of pride like he knew how much you loved him and this - and you did. Bucky Barnes was practically the personification of romantic.
You leaned slightly against him as he opened the boot; the back seats had been pushed down for more room and the floor had been cushioned with several blankets and what you recognised as the comforter from Bucky’s bed back in the compound. A dozen LED tealights were scattered around, nestled in the comforter. There was a pile of blankets and pillows (again from Bucky’s room) and a dark wicker picnic basket. You almost disintegrated from how cliche and cute the whole ordeal was.
‘Is this okay?’ Bucky asked quietly. ‘It’s kind of disgustingly cheesy, I know.’
‘Oh my God, I love you,’ you laughed, cupping his face and kissing his cheek.
Bucky snickered at your reaction. ‘I wanted to use real candles,’ he said, ‘but, y’know, fire hazard.’
You nodded mockingly. ‘Safety is the new sexy,’ you said wisely.
‘Damn straight,’ Bucky teased, shoving you much lighter than usual, still weary of your leg.
You let out a short laugh at him.
‘Okay, put your arms around me,’ Bucky prompted as he put his hands on your waist and lifted you with ease into the fort he had made. You shuffled back to lean against the back of the middle seats.
‘Y’know,’ Bucky started, climbing in after you and flicking the tealights on, ‘I’ve used a lot of different equipment, a lot of weaponry, I live with the man who’s the definition of futuristic technology and I have a metal arm but …’ Bucky turned the last light on and placed it back down, ‘I’ll never get over how awesome batteries are.’
You furrowed your brow and grinned almost confusedly at him. ‘What is wrong with you?’ you laughed, giggling harder when Bucky lightly wrestled you down so you were lying almost flat on your back.
‘Why’re you being so mean to me today?’ he scolded playfully.
‘You had batteries back in the twentieth century!’
‘Well yeah but now they’re all tiny and awesome.’
You doubled over, rubbing your face with your hands. ‘I literally hate you so much.’
‘Whatever, no you don’t,’ Bucky grinned as he sat up and pulled out a small glass bottle of your liquefied morphine from the basket. ‘You’re totally in love with me, you nerd.’
‘You wish, you loser,’ you scoffed.
‘You love me,’ Bucky taunted and passed you the bottle and the plastic spoon that had come with it. ‘You should take another dose,’ he said, the banter fading.
‘You really know how to please a girl, you know that?’ you smirked.
‘Yeah, I do,’ Bucky teased. ‘Doll, seriously, it’s been almost twelve hours since your last one and this is the only situation I’m ever gonna make you take a narcotic drug.’
‘Oh Bucky, talk medical to me,’ you breathed.
Bucky scoffed, eyes crinkling as he shook his head and smiled at you. ‘Yeah, okay, I think I hate you too.’
You chuckled and swallowed half a spoonful of the medication, grimacing at the bitter taste.
‘What else you got in the basket, Barnes?’
‘Er - only enough chocolate-covered strawberries to give us diabetes!’
You grinned and dropped the morphine back in the basket. ‘You’re the best.’
‘C’mere,’ Bucky murmured.
He held his arm out and you complied to the gesture, locking in place by resting your head on his abdomen and winding an arm around his waist. Bucky leaned forward, careful not to disturb the position you both were in, and drew a blanket across you both, tossing another one over you and then cuddling you closer to his chest. The man was a walking block of marble carved into the form of a perfect specimen; his chest was hard with muscle and nearly devastated with years of battle and torture but was warm and far from uncomfortable. His Vibranium arm lay on your back, metal digits brushing soft haphazard shapes near your spine. Your free hand fiddled with the fingers of his, brushing your thumb along his palm.
‘You okay?’ Bucky murmured.
You leaned further into his chest, finding it impossible to put it all into words. Throughout your relationship, the man spoiled you with dinner reservations, picnics on the balcony of the tower, midnight drives or walks after sunset. Small moments, experiences, memories. You figured this year, this particular holiday clashing with your injuries would mean that nothing really would happen. Plus you were spending a lot of your time in a morphine-induced, drowsy, somnolent state And yet, here you were.
‘Yeah,’ you hummed. ‘I can’t believe you did this for me.’
‘Was nothing,’ Bucky replied, sounding almost bashful.
‘You woke up at two in the morning to drive me out for four hours,’ you scoffed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. ‘And this isn’t the first time you’ve done something like this. You’re kind of amazing, Barnes.’
Bucky smirked and nodded slowly. ‘I’m pretty awesome,’ he said, feigning seriousness. ‘I mean …’ His eyes searched around, unable to maintain eye contact with you in his state of bashfulness. ‘In all honesty, I sort of thought I grew out of stuff like this after everything that happened. But … when I met you and started going out with you I realised I … wanted this moment with you and I wanted it all the time.’
You bit your lip and your heart practically swelled. ‘Well, I love it here,’ you told him matter-of-factly but unable to fully stifle your smile, ‘and I’m very lucky to have you, and I love you.’
The sky began to burn with the oncoming sun, a brilliant layer of orange and yellow lighting the sky into a pale blue that nearly rivaled the colour of Bucky’s eyes. A white light became brighter and brighter with every second from the base of the furthest mountain.
Bucky smiled softly at you, eyes brightening like they always did whenever you told him you loved him. Like he was almost surprised you did, like he didn’t expect to hear you say it.
‘I love you too,’ he breathed, lifting your hand that rested on his abdomen and pressing several kisses across your knuckles. ‘And I really want you to know that I do. So much, I couldn’t put it into words.’
The morning breeze, usually like sharp ice against your skin, was barricaded away by the plush blankets Bucky had surrounded you both with; your legs were carefully entangled with his and his fingers were still drawing circles in your back, lulling you into a peaceful state of mind where time seemed to stand still. You could practically feel Bucky’s love for you in your bones.
You smiled gently and lay there with him, holding him.
Hello, my friends, I’m sorry for my prolonged silence. I hope I didn’t worry anyone too much. A lot has been going on with me in the past few months, both medically and otherwise, its been an absolute whirlwind. Good news is I’m doing a lot better healthwise (knock on wood)! Personal life stuff-wise, its a bit rocky (its another reason I haven’t been able to be on that much)
For the time being, I’m a little more active on Twitter since its quick and easier to use on my phone. You can find me at: ArtemisPanthar
More wordy details on what’s been going on under the Read More
Summary: Modern AU: Young newlyweds Katniss and Peeta live a simple life in their hometown of Victors County; a life filled with family, friends and the love they have for each other. But an unexpected turn of events, and a brush with the law, puts their relationship – and their sex life – to the test. And afterwards, nothing will be the same.
the following days, as small towns go, the gossip mills are in full force, with
rumours spreading to every nook and cranny about Peeta’s arrest and the
circumstances behind it. Like Miss Trinket, all the women in town think it is
the most romantic thing they’ve ever heard, a love story for the ages
apparently, and - according to Peeta - they were all now flirting with him and
giving him heart eyes. The men, however, couldn’t care less. It was just one
more thing to bring up in between a round of beers down at the local watering
hole. To Peeta’s immense relief the scandal doesn’t seem to have a negative
impact on the business of the bakery. In fact, over the ensuing days his
numbers double, and to Katniss’ annoyance he hasn’t brought home any leftover cheese
buns because he’d sold out; this just adds to her frustrations. She hasn’t been
able to get away from her ‘bad boy Peeta’
fantasy since Wednesday night, no matter how hard she’s tried – and deprivation
from her favorite food just makes things worse.
I am myself a dissenter from all known religions, and I hope that every kind of religious belief will die out. I do not believe that, on the balance, religious belief has been a force for good. Although I am prepared to admit that in certain times and places it has had some good effects, I regard it as belonging to the infancy of human reason, and to a stage of development which we are now outgrowing.
But there is also a wider sense of “free thought,” which I regard as of still greater importance. Indeed, the harm done by traditional religions seems chiefly traceable to the fact that they have prevented free thought in this wider sense.
Okay hear me out. Eskild dished out the honest truth and i’m actually happy Isak got to hear that because now he’s got his guard up with whatever Even pulls. He’s not going to just immediately trust whatever Even has to say and fall into his arms. He’s going to think properly and ask questions. Even seems to be making Isak run after him and then always disappointing him. From any person’s POV that is the act of fucking with someone (not cool). With this new picture he drew and left in his pocket, he gave Isak hope and then left him hanging yet again. I know Even has good reason (or i hope bcos i love him he’s my tol son). I can’t wait for him to reply and this time i don’t want Isak to brush off Even’s actions. I want him to ask about the kiss and confront him about the hot and cold behavior. To summarize this, i think Eskild lit a fire up Isak’s ass and for good measure ;)
And I know not all of you are Americans. But both I and my co-writer are American and we live here.
I hear that Donald has won the presidency. This is not good, to make a vast understatement. Our checks and balances system is there for a reason, so that he can’t ACTUALLY wreck that much shit in office, but it’s still a terrifying shame that a living cheeto with less political experience than a baby can win this office when he was running against a woman with decades of experience.
I make this post, though, because I want to offer hope. Many of you are devastated. I am too. I shared anxiety win everyone as the results were coming in–we both did. But remember that half the country DIDN’T vote for Donald.
This comic wants you to thrive. This comic wants you to flip Donald the bird and thrive. This comic wants to believe in the goodness and kindness of people. This comic loves you and supports you and thinks you are valid. This comic wants you to know that even in the face of all this, you must keep on living and thriving and fighting for that goodness, that kindness. Never stop fighting for what is right. It might feel like the end, but it isn’t. Life keeps on going. Breathe with me, fight, and hope.
Oh, and if you voted for Donald, please tell us so that I can block you. If you voted for him, you’re not allowed to read this comic anymore. 😁😁😁
The reason why The OA is so good to me is because this is exactly the kind of storytelling I love. It has a backstory. It takes time to explain things. It’s fantasy and drama with comedy. It’s complex but simple. It’s powerful and beautiful. It doesn’t make people feel shitty about themselves. It teaches a lesson and gives you hope. The OA is what 2016 needed and more.