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“You were the best thing ever happened to me, and I’ll keep on fighting just to make you believe…”

So this has taken me way too long to post but I did it eventually!! In my defence, I got ill after this show and had to recover in time for Birmingham and since Birmingham, I’ve been busy with appointments so.

This was 10th March 2017 and it was the best day of my life. I’ve been a fan of ATL for nearly 5 years now and one look at either this blog or my ATL blog (zacks-making-a-fucking-speech.tumblr) will tell you that I love these boys very much. I found them when I was in the darkest place I’ve ever been in, in my entire life and they helped pull me out of it. I know it sounds cliche but All Time Low really did save my life. When I found them, it was at a time where I always just felt so numb and they let me feel something through their music. About a month after I became a fan, I finally told my parents how I felt and that I’d been self-harming and I got referred to therapy and pulled out of school. In the build up to my first therapy appointment, I was so terrified and these men were the only thing in my life that showed me that people understood. I’d listen to Therapy non-stop bc I felt like it ripped the words from my throat. I’d cry myself to sleep at night with my headphones in, thanking god that there was at least someone out there that seemed to understand how I felt. ATL helped me go through with therapy and I’m so much better for it. I can’t thank them enough. It took me 3 years to meet them the first time and even though it was only a signing, I’m still SO grateful for that day. But I still so desperately wanted M&G one day, I wanted pictures with them and I wanted hugs and I wanted to get to properly talk to them. I love them so much and I’m so glad I finally got this opportunity. Thank you, The Hustler Club. Believe me, this has made my entire life. I now look at these pictures when I’m sad and remember the day Jack Barakat told me to stay clean of self-harm, the day Rian Dawson picked me first out of 30 Hustlers, the day I told Zack Merrick that he has helped me realise that shyness doesn’t have to stop me from getting what I want in life, the day that Alex Gaskarth called my ATL tattoos awesome, and the day that my absolute heroes signed their names for a new tattoo that I hopefully will be getting either in a couple weeks or in May. I love All Time Low to the fucking moon and back and that will never, ever change. ❤

PS. Jack and Alex wanted to take multiple photos, I didn’t ask them to lmao

it’s been less than a year since I made this blog and I honestly never thought this would happen let alone have it happen so quickly. I don’t even think me writing out this little post could accurately express how I feel. like guys, 15,000 people..that’s like a mini stadium, a tiny country, the number of calories I eat in a day :’)

no okay but seriously, though I had been following bangtan for a while I never really thought about making a blog about them. but with the pressures of school I really needed an escape from it all and tumblr was this quiet place for me. a place I could come to and just forget about all the pressure and stress while I thirsted after namjoon and yoongi. and with the encouragement of those around me I decided to make this blog. even though I had run two other fandom blogs before this one, I never thought a fandom could be this welcoming. I felt right at home, memeing since day one 

through these past few months I have made some amazing friends I would have never had the chance to meet if it weren’t for this little bangtan blog. I trust and lean on a lot of them to help me through hard times as well as sharing some of the brightest parts of my life. many wouldn’t and could understand that even though we have met online only a few months ago, I feel I have known them for so much longer. meeting people in a shared fandom is honestly an incredibly special thing because you tend to meet people with similar interests, personalities and terrible humour making it so easy to connect with them and bond over things you might not normally be able to with others  

I’d really like to thank all of you who follow me and put up with my thirsty ass always crying, writing long posts about all the boys, having long and interesting discussions with me about all kinds of subjects, sending me lots of love and support if you see I’m going through a hard time, liking and reblogging everything I make no matter how shitty, talking to me and generally being interested in who I am???, coming to me for life advice, tagging me in all namjoon and yoongi posts, sending me random posts you think I’d enjoy, drawing fanart  and most importantly shipping the one true cannon ship #sabjoon 2k17. you guys all mean so much to me and it genuinely hurts to be away from you all whether it be because of school of or those time I travel I always feel like I can rely on you to make me smile no matter the situation

okay this is long enough and bless you if you read it all below you’ll find 99% bangtan 1% multifandom blogs, all a+ would recommend quality

your local sugamon hoe~

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I watched Beauty and the Beast yesterday and I’ve been thinking. There are lesbian reimaginings here in tumblr and there are probably plenty of mlm versions, which is great. But the enchantress said that the beast had to learn how to love and to be loved in return in order to break the spell. So what if it wasn’t romantic love?

Imagine a ten-year-old girl, who is determined to flee from her abusive parents. She gets on her horse with all the food she could pack and leaves her home. She wants to go to another town, live an adventure or maybe just find a safe place to live. But she gets lost in the woods and ends up finding the beast’s castle. Tired and hungry, she decides to enter.

The servants are delighted to see another person, even if she’s too young to break the curse. At first, she’s scared of them but quickly starts to like them. They make her laugh and sing to her. She’s amazed when be our guest happens. The beast wants her to leave, thinking that he will frighten her and that he probably shouldn’t be around humans anyway, especially children. He tells her that she should go home to her family. She says no, she left her cruel parents behind. She’s very afraid of him but she won’t return. Reluctantly, he lets her stay.

She explores the castle, except the west wing, rides her horse around the castle and plays with the servants. Chip is happy to have someone his age to hang out with. Shenanigans ensue. She loses her fear of the beast after he saves her from wolves and they start spending time together. He’s kind of funny and not really scary-looking, only a little bit, she thinks. He plays with her in the snow and reads her books out loud. Like him, she also likes the ones with swordfights. She asks him to teach her to read and he does, after warning her that he never taught anyone. She doesn’t mind.

Time passes and she’s happy but realizes that the rest of the habitants of the castle are sad. They try to hide it from her and they worry about what would happen to the girl when the permanent curse takes place. But they don’t want to burden her with it. One day, wanting to cheer up the beast and thinking of the happy families in the books, she hugs him and tells him she loves him. Suddenly there’s a great light and the beast and all the servants are human again. Somewhere in the village, the beggar woman smiles.

I Buried My Fiancé On Our Wedding Day

I buried my fiancé on what should have been our wedding day. He had been killed in a hit and run accident just three days prior during his nightly run. I stood beside his casket in my white gown, my hair done up beneath my veil, my bouquet clutched in both hands, and I wept. My parents held me up between them and practically carried me back to the car after the funeral, whispering their sympathy and love to me. They couldn’t know what I was feeling, though. No one did.

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Give me Your Hand

Just a drabble inspired by the feels fest that was the last episode.  I haven’t written drabbles for tumblr in forever and I am working on a project I’ll be sharing soon?  This takes place after the spoiler malec scene we got on the fire escape.

Magnus had gotten the shadowhunter to come inside at last, after nearly an hour talking on the fire escape.  Alec was shaken up, badly.  He was quiet, which wasn’t exactly unusual, but Magnus could tell it was a result of his inner admonishments than out of choice.  They spent the evening quietly, both of them reading, or Alec at least pretending to.  Magnus finally offered to make them drinks, a welcome distraction from the tense silence.  As he was busy with mixing he noticed Alec washing his hands yet again, probably for the fifth time since he’d been here. He watched as Alec scrubbed viciously at his pale skin for a full couple of minutes before finally rinsing them and shutting the water off.  His hands shook slightly as he wiped them dry on a towel.  

Magnus wanted to comfort him, more desperately than ever.  Alec had come here, to him above anyone else.  He was here to seek comfort, and that was something Magnus knew he could give.  He thought for a moment before remembering he had something very useful in the back of his closet in the bathroom.  He hadn’t used it yet, but it had been a gift from France.  It was one of the best lotions money could buy, and Alec’s hands were most definitely dry by now after scrubbing them a dozen times.  

He set their drinks on the table and told Alexander he’d be right back and to get himself comfortable and very familiar with his martini.  Alec had grinned just a bit as he turned towards the drinks.  Magnus had wondered if basing their every interaction on alcohol was a good idea, but figured it was better than nothing.  He got out the lotion and felt a bubble of excitement getting to massage any part of Alec, even his long, slender fingers and his strong hands.  He hadn’t yet touched Alec much, the shadowhunter being so closed off and their frequent rain checks.  

He was happy to see Alec had taken his jacket off and had leaned back on the couch with a drink in hand.  He didn’t look relaxed exactly, but less tense than he’d been all night.  

“You look relaxed, for a change,” Magnus teased him gently.  Alec jumped slightly, probably a result of all he’d been through tonight.  

“I assume that’s what the drink was for?” Alec’s deep voice always made him shiver  subtly.  He settled on the coffee table as Alec’s keen hazel eyes watched him.  Every moment Magnus spent with him he saw just how powerful and talented Alexander was.  

“It was meant to help,” Magnus agreed.  He leaned forwards and first took the hand that Alec hadn’t been cradling all night, the innocent hand one could say.  Alec’s breathing hitched just a bit, and Magnus had to hide a tiny smirk.  He loved having this effect on Alec, the man who never let anything get to him or shake him.  He was right to think his skin was dry and flaky now after Alec had scrubbed it so much.  He held the hand in his and with his other he squeezed a generous amount of lotion on Alec’s hand.  The other man flinched at the cold. 

“What are you doing?” Alec asked, his eyes still watching every movement carefully.  Magnus looked up at him, meeting his eyes and hoping he wasn’t pushing his boundaries too far.  

“I’m repairing the damage you never deserved,” Magnus said softly.  Alec’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.  When he got no protest he started to spread out the lotion across the back of his hand and his palm.  He used his fingers to knead Alec’s palm firmly before rubbing it into his fingers, one at a time.  

“What would you say?” Alec asked after a few long moments.  “If….if you had to face her.  You’re good with words, better than I am anyways.” 

“Alexander,” Magnus’s heart broke more by the moment.  He knew, though Alec had been brought up and bred to be a killer, that he’d never hurt a fly.  His hands were careful and precise, just like the rest of him.  If it didn’t have tentacles and fangs Alec had no intention of doing any harm.   He rubbed the pinky for a few moments before moving back to his palm as he thought of maybe what he might say.  “I would start with an apology, always smoothes things over the easiest.  Clary has a good head, and an even better heart.  She knows that you had nothing to do with this.  You did not kill her Alexander, the demon did.  You can do what you always do, just be there for her.  Help her through this by not acting like she has some disease on her.  I know it’s not easy for you to accept the way she just breezed into your life, but maybe you can accept now that nothing that has happened to your family is her fault?”

“Well…” Alec said lamely, his mind pondering what Magnus had said.  He knew Alec hardly needed a lecture on his behavior just now, but maybe empathy would solve a lot.  He knew actions always spoke louder than words could.   

Magnus took the other hand now, the one Alec had been cradling most of the night.   Alec reflexively tried to tug it away, but Magnus kept his hold firm.  The knuckles were nearly starting to crack already with the hot water and the scrubbing.  Alec’s face was still pinched and horrified as he stared at his hand.  Magnus slowly brought his hand to his lips, kissing the abused knuckles.  Alec’s gaze turned to shock and red came to his cheeks.  

“This wasn’t your fault,” Magnus said one last time, softly and carefully with his lips barely brushing Alec’s skin.  He smiled tenderly at Alec, who returned it the best he could.  Magnus paid careful attention to rubbing in lotion to every crevice of Alec’s hand before he settled next to the shadowhunter on his couch and taking Alec’s hand in his securely as he draped his other arm over the back of the couch.  Alec’s expression had relaxed at last and Magnus couldn’t hold back a smile as Alec shifted closer to lay his head on Magnus’s shoulder.  

Tickling aesthetic:

“I’m not going to move off of this spot until you describe how it feels to my liking. You’re a writer. Impress me,” the ler says to their lee. Their finger-nails scritch purposefully along the backs of the lee’s sensitive knee pits. 

The lee is bound only by their ler’s weight and their own inability to knit words together in a way that would untangle them from this predicament. There is no sympathy from the tormentor; this is a kindness in their eyes. An ultimatum has been placed before the fatiguing lee. The lee will push through their writing block, or they will suffer.

The peculiar sound of toes and tops of feet banging and rubbing against cotton sheets is muted by the desperate squeals of the ticklee. 

“PLEASE!”

“Please what?”

“plEASE STOP! It feheHELS! LIKE LIGHTNING?!! It ahhaAH! I it’s like f-fireworks without thE boOM? Like h-how throwing a AH! really big b-bohaAHulder - STOP I CAN’T THINK!!! ahhah..into a lake and the ripples it makes looks!” 

The ler smiles and kisses the backs of the lee’s assaulted legs, earning shivers and a small, involuntary kick.

“Okay my darling. We’re getting somewhere. Now…describe this feeling for me, please?” 

The ler inhales a chest full of air, and leans down.

milky way.

we came
from the same
chain reaction

i swear i could feel you
an eternity ago

i could’ve kissed you
in the rain our first time,
but i knew we had
already established
our elemental bonds
quite some time ago

you may not remember
but last time, you left
in some big bang explosion
and i just couldn’t keep up
with the speed of your light

i’ve spent lifetimes
trying to find you

sorry it took so long,
to travel to the edge
of the universe

i got caught up
in countless galaxies
trying to consult gods
that could guide me
back home to you
but most of them
had lost their way
and even started
swallowing stars

sorry it took so long,
to map out every last
constellation since
the initial expansion
of space

i knew you
would find
some place
with a view,
i knew you
would settle
down and
wait for me

sorry it took so long,
to come across this galaxy
with such curious constellations

i swear i could feel them
an eternity ago

i knew i would find you here
you may not remember me
but i couldn’t forget you

I’m gonna go delete stuff to clean up my tumblr a lil bit in a moment but I just wanna say that I did just block a bunch of outspoken/abusive antis for the first time and I’m pretty sure some of them were following me, but I am not interested in being part of that mindset of death threats, straw man logic and slurs being trivialized and normalized. I HAVE been reading up on this from each and every angle I possibly could and you know what? It just made me really certain about this decision of whom to finally distance myself from.
I do not ship sha/adin, but I am not against it either - I just savior any ship if I don’t like it and I have had absolutely no problems avoiding it to 99%.

And if you’re a kid that don’t feel safe around adults I just don’t get why you would follow me in the first place, I’m an adult?? I try to post mostly art but I can assure you every single character I draw I draw from the perspective of an adult to be viewed from such. I am not trying to say anyone isn’t allowed to follow me as long as they enjoy the content I post, the opposite, but the idea that kids are following me, something I have no say in, and then holding me to some kind of standard is something I’ve spoken out against SEVERAL times. 

if you were to go (into the woods) today

Fluff Friday: November 25 “Tea Party”

Because I fell in love with smol!Kakashi and doesn’t-know-how-she-became-a-babysitter!Sakura, and wanted to write more about them. Also, Tsunade was supposed to have a bit part, but then I went and had feelings about her all over. Tsunade is just the best, okay?

Wherein Sakura signs a bunch of stuff, Sai’s attempts at real life as guided by books end badly (again), and Sakura’s bed has somehow become the place for cuddles and midnight promises.

(I’m apparently incapable of writing sheer fluff, so this does veer vaguely into angst, because shinobi.)

@beyondthemoor (hey! tumblr’s tagging system suddenly decided you exist!)


“And now,” Tsunade-shishō continues, shoving the completed forms for Kakashi’s custody to the side, “let’s talk finances.”

Sakura does her best not to blanch, because her most esteemed Hokage-sama gets just a little bit touchy when people bring up, refer to, or allude vaguely in the direction of her many gambling debts and terrible credit score, and somehow, village finances and mission pay negotiations manage to almost always skirt too close to that line, even though the only thing they particularly have in common is money. The memories of six desks meeting their end at the touch of a single finger and of two windows shattered in the wake of shinobi Tsunade-shishō has sent flying through them make for excellent incentive for Sakura to approach this more carefully than a surgery for restructuring a shattered limb or one of Gai-sensei’s obstacle courses.

“Right, finances,” Sakura says with an impressive lack of squeaking. She doesn’t dare show fear.

Tsunade-shishō can smell it on you.

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This one’s for the ones

Who always felt like

They never fit in

The ones who never belong to any place

Don’t belong to no one

Never had a home

Just a fucking place to sleep in

But never rest

Because you never know who’s the next to leave your life

This one is for you

The underdog

The weird kid

The one who’s always standing in the corner

If you think that you are alone

Please know that you are not

I feel the same way

Many of us do

I’m writing this down

In hopes that it might help someone

Get through the night; the day, the week?

Who knows?

They don’t see who you really are, right?

But do they really have to?

You are too special for them to understand

You are art

Art isn’t meant to be comprehended

Art is meant to be appreciated

You’ve been creating yourself

For years

Don’t destroy yourself now

Just because of the words of someone else

too human.

i.

he didn’t hide his rage
like a tree in a forest
or a book in a library–
its a word in one of the books,
a leaf on one of the trees;
ultimately it suppressed his tendency to morn
which he thought made him too human.

note: being too human isn’t human enough.

ii.

he had nowhere to go
and was at a fork in the road
surrounded by people looking at their lives
like they’re waiting for fate to load–
so in the end, like so many others who’re lost
his destination was no longer a place
but a feeling.

iii.

money is the enzyme
and fear is the catalyst:
no one ever mentions how having money
makes them feel,
they tend to just talk about
what they bought
and what they haven’t,
where they’ve been
and where they haven’t;
being broke is the same thing–

note: don’t be too harsh,
rich people get the best of everything
including the excuses and the lies.

iv.

the truth is a powerful and wonderful drug
so chase that high– take revenge on yourself,
lose your footing but don’t fall,
be the silent house at the end of loud street;
put a night club in your church, shit, run free.

note: I know you feel wooden
but you don’t have to yell timber
just because you’ve begun to splinter.

Okay so this may be a long shot but honestly I’ve been thinking about this for a while so here it is:

There are so many wonderful stories here on Tumblr and I feel like most of them go unnoticed. So I thought that maybe if we had a place where one would go to find something to read (like a cc-find blog for stories/legacies!), maybe we could spread the love a bit more.

If anybody thinks this is an okay idea and would like to be added to the list, just reblog this with a short description of what you write (story, legacy, which game, what themes, stuff like that). If I get enough of us on board I’ll make a directory!

The odors inside the doorway overpowered me and I had to move quickly, retreating about twenty feet down the hallway. There was a windowsill and, although the window itself didn’t function well, it was just good enough to give me some respite. I rested my camera bag on the sill and tried to catch my breath after holding it for long enough to take a few pictures. I slowly began to register that there were cockroaches all along the window shelf, some living and a few crushed and dead along the sill. I instantaneously removed myself and bag, and backed up sharply as I saw that, even at this distance from number 220, there were roaches meandering along the walls and it wasn’t possible to lean or place anything against them without fear of having them accompany me when I left the building. I started to feel my chest begin to become weighted and I knew that when I returned on another day that I must bring a ventilator or it was going to be impossible for me. There were crushed cockroaches visible on the walls, I noticed…..it was strange, their little bodies halfway formed, with one half crushed and smeared against the walls. Someone had walked along at some point in the past, using a finger to casually depress their bodies, pressing firmly against the walls of the blue painted halls, creating an absurd form of still life. I watched as Leanne began pulling and sorting her treasures–bits of lace, bags of food she’d stored long ago, swaths of cloth gathered from dumpsters in the fashion district, clothing, and what can only be termed bric-a-brac collectibles and items diverse and disconnected. All were discarded by other people in their pursuit of life elsewhere, and all had found permanent refuge inside Leanne’s apartment.
What I felt was that I was viewing, in the most concrete, tangible way possible, the disorder and chaos inside another person’s mind. I could see the faulty connections, smell the overworked circuitry as it burned itself out….I could see inside what was the most profound personal tragedy one can have the misfortune to face. A mind that cannot function reasonably well, make logical connections, understand key concepts such as cause and effect, and initiate basic executive functioning skills is the most intense form of suffering and inequality there is in the world. Not operating with a full hand at the outset of life is a death sentence and represents the most profound disparity in personal fortune and loss of potential that exists. The little studio that could have been a haven for Leanne or some other unfortunately suffering person was a hell beyond my imagination. What combination of building management and social services bears responsibility for this intractable nightmare? Leanne was not capable of understanding that the garbage or the decisions made to introduce a rat and utilize buckets in lieu of the toilet were not acceptable, and that she would cause future harm to herself. She was and is in desperate need of guided, hands on supervision so that she can benefit from the absolute luxury of being in a system that bestowed an apartment upon her, when it ignores the distress and destruction of so many other people in immediate and desperate need.

    indie  has  been  a  huge  part  of  my  life  for  a  while  now.   i  joined  here  after  leaving  the  forum  site  i  started  rping  on  &  after  having  a  bad  experience  with  rpgs,  i  came  back.  there’s  been  a  lot  of  ups,  plenty  of  downs,  but  it’s  gotten  to  a  point  where  i’ve  just  had  enough.   as  much  as  i  love  my  writing  partners  &  my  muses,  i’m  at  a  point  in  my  life  where  i  feel  like  tumblr  is  holding  me  back.   every  time  i  come  on  the  dash,  i  feel  like  i’m  about  to  suffocate  –––  &  as  someone  with  anxiety,  i  really  don’t  need  my  release  to  become  my  stress.

    i’m  done  rambling.  here’s  the  truth:   i’m  putting  my  accounts  on  indefinite  hiatus  –––  most  of  them  anyway.   as  for  felix  price,  my  fandomless  oc,  i  can’t  bear  to  part  with  him  &  the  plots  that  have  made  him  who  he  is,  so  i’ll  be  keeping  @hallfhearted  as  my  only  account  on  a  very  loose  basis.   it  will  be  low  activity,  a  place  i’ll  log  into  when  the  muse  hits,  but  other  than  that  –––  no  more  blog  making  for  now.   this  is  not  the  end  of  rp  for  me.   felix  will  be  semi  active,  my  sky.pe  is  available  to  mutuals  &  i’ve  recently  started  using  my  writing  blog  (  @hellawrites  )  again  &  am  open  to  trying  1x1.   after  some  time  away,  who  knows ?   i  may  start  back  up  some  of  my  other  blogs,  but  for  now  this  is  goodbye  to  archie,  sutton,  my  multi  muse,  &  every  other character  i’ve  poured  my  heart  &  soul  into  over  the  past  two  years.   thanks  again  to  my  partners  for  getting  me  through  some  of  the  hardest  times  in  my  life  &  i  hope  you  choose  to  keep  in  touch.

“Ouch!” she said, jerking her head back from the touch of the hot tea against her lips.

I looked up at her from my book only to find her fanning her lips.

“Careful there,” I said to her, “drink it slowly.”

She gave me a slight nod.

“It’s funny though,” she began, “how the things and people we love tend to hurt us the most-” she glanced at her cup, picked it up and gently swirled it, “-like this cup of tea and, him.”

“Well yeah,” I said, placing the book on the table, “but it won’t stop you from loving them.”

“Just because the tea had burned your lips, doesn’t mean you’ll stop drinking it for the rest of your life, right?”

“Just because he hurt you,” I gazed at her, “doesn’t mean you’ll stop loving him, right?”

—  L.W. // Forgotten Words #84 // Just because someone hurt you, doesn’t mean you’ll stop your love and give up on them right away

randommeowing  asked:

(Multipart ask, sorry!! T__T ) Part 1/3 Hello! I watched the movie in theaters last month and it basically filled me with so many feels that I had to find a place to unload them somewhere and I'm SO GLAD I found your blog because it is *amazing/insightful/everything*. Thank you so much for existing!!

(Part 3/3) And…if so, does Atem acknowledge this?? Try to send him back?? If Kaiba stays there too long will he just…disappear completely?? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this because I’ve just been driving myself insane thinking about it. (Sorry for such a long ask! >__< If this has already been discussed feel free to point me to the relevant post!)

Ok, part 2/3 was clearly incredibly important to this set of asks, but tungl.hel apparently decided to eat it and I never received it.

But if I had to guess, you were asking about all the *wiggles fingers* stuff coming off Kaiba in the Egypt scene which is similar to the stuff in the duel.

So my answer is: It’s all open to interpretation.

Ultimately it’s left unexplained, and we can do things with it, or ignore it, as much as we want.

  • You could see it as him ‘losing life points’ and he’ll eventually die.
  • You could see it as a timer saying his time is limited and he’ll disappear back to his home dimension when it runs out.
  • Or you could see it as purely a symbol of him being connected to another dimension and completely ignorable.
  • Or that it’s as a side effect of messing around with the Plana cube to power his cannon.
  • Or he’ll win the duel and it will disappear.
  • Or he’ll lose the duel and it will disappear, but he will not.
  • Or it’s a sign that he’s already in a metaphorical duel.

There are loads of ways to view it and none of them are canon - we take it from here, and no-one’s reading is any better than anyone else’s, so view it however you want at the time, and when that stops working for you, try another one.

It’s our party.

If you own fish, have tanks of some kind with aquatic animals, or just love fish in general, please like/reblog this post so that I can follow you! I’ve been having fish for a long time, and have had a variety in several different tank setups… I’m just enthusiastic and happy about having fish and I feel like tumblr would be the best place to find people who are into this as a hobby/passion. i just want to hear about your experience and about your fish and whatnot lol when I talk to others about mine, they don’t reciprocate cuz “it’s just fish” to them.

A little about the fish I am fortunate to have rn:
1 veil tail betta called Fender Copperbottom
6 neon tetras collectively called “The Noobs”
2 ghost shrimp called Mario and Luigi
And 1 crowntail betta called Bomb Voyage II

anonymous asked:

Can I get a compatibility reading? Aries sun, Aquarius moon, cancer rising, Pisces mercury, Aries venus, Sagittarius mars and a virgo sun, aquarius moon, taurus rising, libra mercury, libra venus, leo mars? Also if you don't mind me asking, is it tiring getting all these astrology asks? I'm asking because you answer them so thoughtfully and you don't really complain like I see other astrology blogs do... you do an amazing job honestly

Thank you so much. I do not find them annoying or anything, nor are they tiring. I just feel bad because I will have like 100+ asks sitting in my inbox and I cannot get to alot of them because- what can I say, i have a life outside of tumblr lol. But I do take this blog very seriously, and I am blessed to have people ask me things in the first place. So to answer your question, I do not mind at all. I just wish I had more time on my hands to get to each and every single person. 

Cancer x Taurus Rising. These risings are quite compatible. Cancers are known to be a bit insecure and moody, but a Taurus is all about conscious love. You can feel their unadulterated gaze upon you, making you feel flawless no matter how you look. A Taurus loves you for your mind and spirit. Together, you both may enjoy movies in and going on date nights. Cancers seem to be a bit of a homebody, and Taurus’s love to pleasure the senses. Nothing better for this kind of couple to stay at home and watch netflix and chill! 

Aries x Virgo Sun. These sun signs are different, since one is fire one is earth. However, together you make a rather good team. Aries is quick minded and very physical. They make moves towards their success, however, they may miss all the details. Your Virgo partner will be there to save the day! Virgos are perfectionists. Detail oriented. When something needs to be done, your minds as a team can make things work. Aries do tend to have a temper on them though, which may scare off the Virgo partner. Virgos are already self-critical as it is, so show your Virgo partner more love and passion. Give them confidence in their talents and abilities. 

Aquarius x Aquarius moon. Emotionally you share the same sign of Aquarius, so it should be easy for both of you to understand one another and get along. You both can respect each others freedom and independence, and converse on interesting topics. Both of you have a love for changing the world and helping others who are suffering. It is easy for you both to share ideas and debate on things. Emotionally a bit detached, you have more a friendship bond. 

Pisces x Libra Mercury. This is a nice Mercury combination, since both Pisces and Libras are peaceful speakers. Both have their own artistic tastes as well, and you may enjoy sharing creative ideas. Both of you are gentle through communication, peaceful. However Pisces can be a bit moody at times- too moody. Depending on their mood, they can switch up the way they speak in an instant. This may leave a Libra mercury confused, and being unable to relate to their emotions. 

Aries x Libra Venus. You have opposite love signs. There may be problems, but for the most part this can still work. Aries are passionate in love, and so are Libra. Together your union will be steamy yet beautiful. However, Libras tend to be a bit too codependent, and an Aries venus wants their freedom. Both signs tend to be flirts as well. However, since both of you have these things in common, it doesn’t have to be a problem necessarily. Libras are just happy to be with a partner and an Aries venus is happy to share their passion for someone. 

Sagittarius x Leo Mars. Both of you have fire signs in your Mars planet, so both of you probably move at the same speed. Both of you make moves to get things done and accomplished. However, Sagittarius is more philosophical. They travel and through their experiences, do they create a belief system. Leos work and have energy to move up in the world. Whatever their goals are in life, they have the energy to make moves and get the ball rolling. However, since you both have so much energy, it is easy for you both to adventure out together or simply work on your goals as a team. 

XXX lunarpsyche 

TFA fic: in the place that’s made of old relations

Written for the cruel, cruel anon who left this in my inbox:

I’m having a lot of feels about Force ghost Anakin communicating to Rey while she’s left on Jakku (since she was 5??? Idk if that’s true???) and using the Tatooine religion you’ve talked a lot about to sort of help her and make her feel a little less alone (especially if she’s his granddaughter I feel like there would be some sort of familial obligation)

This will all be radically AU in two weeks, so enjoy it now I guess. I tried to write it so it would work whether Leia or Luke is her parent.

Warning for some frank discussion of menstruation (because can you just imagine how awful that would be, for a girl growing up alone - luckily her Granddad is from Tatooine, where they learn the facts of life young and have zero cultural taboos around talking about them).

in the place that’s made of old relations

The first time she met him, Rey thought the world was ending.

She’d been out in the desert, exploring. Looking for…something. Someone. She didn’t know what she was looking for, really. She only knew that she had been here, alone with only BB-8, for so long.

So she’d left Bebe in the shelter, in case someone came while she was gone. That was the smart thing to do. It would be terrible, if she missed her parents coming back. And she took a comlink, so Bebe could contact her if they did. She told him this very sternly, and she knew he’d understood, because he’d sounded very annoyed when he beeped at her.

And then she’d gone out into the desert.

The sky was clear and brittle blue when she left, stretching endlessly above and around her. Rey had imagined, as she walked, that if she stepped lightly enough, she could fly right up into it.

But the sky wasn’t blue anymore. Now there was no sky at all. It had been swallowed up, eaten by the raging sand of the desert that snarled and slashed at her as if it wanted to eat her now, too.

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