i just wanted to say that again

Random Thought:

So, I came across these pictures again and it made me realize that the thing that I love the most about them is that they’re actually canon. That thought makes me so happy because it makes me think of all the cute and dorky pictures Laura has (most likely) persuaded Carm into taking with her lol.

Like I can just imagine Carm sitting on a chaise lounge, reading her book, and Laura comes in to sit next to her and says how they should “document their adventures” or that she wants to update her account for her viewers. And Carm (after some mild complaining on how pointless it is) reluctantly agrees to be in them. And Laura is all excited in the pictures while Carm just casually looks at the camera and broods.

However, I also like to think that when they’re alone and Carm drops her walls with Laura, that when she decides to take pictures (just for them) that Carm is more open and authentic in them. Like she’ll genuinely smile and be warm towards her in pictures. Like with this one:

Anyway, just a random thought…

anonymous asked:

Do you cry or think residency is just sometimes so overwhelming some days? I know that surgery is something you want to do for the rest of your life, but do you think somedays that you regret choosing residency because its too hard?




I think this is normal in residency. It’s really hard. I will tell you that as the year has gone on I’ve had fewer and fewer of these days. I expect to have more of them once I start being a PGY2 and everything is new and insane again. 

I think that residency is like this: 

Someone takes a bar and sets it just above your head and then says jump it. And the first couple of times you run at the bar and don’t come anywhere close, and that’s frustrating. And you start to cry. Then, you don’t give up. You get up the next day, and maybe you find a box, and you stand on the box and you try to jump again. And you’re not quite there, but you’re getting closer. 

And you get closer and closer by stacking up the boxes until one day, you jump over the bar. 

Then… someone takes the bar and resets it higher again. 

That’s residency. 

So the day after someone moves the bar, or the day after someone comes along and kicks the box out from under you, it’s okay to come home and have to cry. 

Crying isn’t bad. It isn’t giving up. 

You come home, you cry. Maybe someone you love holds you. Maybe your dog comes and lies down next to you. Maybe you just curl under the blankets alone and go to sleep a couple extra hours early. 

Having these days in residency happens. I think everyone goes through them. 

Just don’t give up. 

Keep going. Keep fighting. 

Cry now. Feel the impossibility of the task ahead. 

But get up the next day and go back and go on. 

anonymous asked:

Hey- I'm super uneducated on ableism and want to be more informed, so I apologize if anything I say is ableist because I ABSOLUTELY do not mean to come off that way. So, I was wondering if using language like "dumb" is acceptable when referring to an idea that seems unintelligent rather than a person? Like "This Obamacare replacement is just dumb" or whatever. Like if you legitimately think the idea is not a smart one. Again, sorry if I'm coming across as ableist. Thanks!

this is a tricky one because you’re working under the assumption that the obamacare replacement is unintelligent.

it’s not unintelligent. donald trump and the republicans know EXACTLY what they’re doing, which is denying poor people an essential right to free healthcare. it isn’t anything to do with them not being smart, it is to do with them not giving a shit about anything other than how much power and money they have.

don’t give the bad guys the benefit of the doubt of “not being smart”. at first glance donald trump doesn’t know jack shit about anything (and indeed, he does talk on topics he knows nothing about, but that’s arrogance not unintelligence) but take a look and realise that he was smart enough to trick almost 50% of the country into voting him. he’s not “stupid” - he’s an arrogant, selfish asshole who cares about nothing but money and power and subjugating anybody who disagrees with him. that’s why he’s shutting down research into global warming. because it doesn’t fit with his politics, not because he actually doesn’t believe in it.

calling donald trump and his policies stupid because we disagree with him is like calling lord voldemort and his beliefs stupid because we disagree with them - they’re not stupid. they’re intricately designed and planned to fuck over people who aren’t as lucky as themselves because they believe they are inherently better than everybody else.

not only is calling something unintelligent because it’s wrong paint actually happenstance unintelligent people badly (which like, isn’t their fault! it isn’t somebody’s fault if they don’t know something), it also does a disservice to discourse about politics as it allows people like donald trump and other republicans to get away with what they’re doing as just being unintelligent - when it’s not. it’s intelligent. it’s planned to hurt people of the working class and give more power and money and safety to rich people like himself. that’s always what the right-wing and capitalism in general has been about, and we can’t stand by and call that “unintelligence” - it’s wrong and it’s selfish and it’s evil


I watch this vid every now and again. I return to it because it makes me feel alive in a way most other horseshit doesn’t. And while the vid features the surviving members of Nirvana, that doesn’t mean much to me. The focus here is Kim Fucking Gordon. 

Whenever I try to sit down and write something, I feel there is no way to accomplish or say what I want to say with mere words. I rely on magic and hope for forgiveness from the audience. I’m pointing towards something. A strange brutal ceremony perhaps. Something like Kim Gordon just letting it all out in a hideous beautiful way that exceeds the sum of its obvious parts. I want to fuck the loss of our tedious frightened minds. I wanna get into it, like a wild animal sacrifice that’s the intricate flowering godhead. I want to turn our bullshit into something jarring and transcendent. A feast of death and rebirth and a life finally lived.

I used to have a serious obsession with John Coltrane. Before I’d joined the Army my best friend gave me a cassette tape with Giant Steps on one side and A Love Supreme on the other. I had an old tape player that had auto reverse, so it played the tape constantly in an endless loop for 3 months straight until one-day the tape finally broke. I needed that music like oxygen. There was something in it that saw me through a darkness. 

Several years later, a Best Buy opened up in town. They had all these great rereleased John Coltrane CDs. I bought a new one every week and listened to em like a monk studying holy texts. I drew pictures of Coltrane and ordered the only 3 books in print about his life. Eventually, I owned over 20 CD’s.

John Coltrane died of liver failure. He’d destroyed his liver when he’d been a heroin addict when he was younger. The album a Love Supreme is the record he made after he kicked heroin cold turkey. Some say the Coltrane died from exhaustion. He played from sun up till sun down every day and made 10 records alone in 1965. After making some of the greatest jazz music ever Coltrane got more and more avant-garde until most of his band quit. He started playing with young experimental guys and a lot of the music sounds like screaming and wave after wave of noise all colliding. Some people hate it, but I just couldn’t get enough.

When Coltrane died in ‘67 the young guys Coltrane had taken under his wing played the music at his funeral. They said one of the young guys took the horn out of his mouth and screamed while he played. I guess I can’t think of anything better to say to dearly departed friend than that. The unabashed tore open love of being fucking real.

bibliophilegamestrong  asked:

hey!! this isn't much of a question, but today's my bday!! I just wanted to say thank you for your books even though i've cried night after night causing me stress. lol I'm just joking but again thank you so much for writing these amazing books.

Happy birthday!!

Group Project: Part 1

Running Title: Group Project. 
Part 1
Part 2: TBA
This will be a short sequel series to my previous story Shelter. Please read that before you tackle this, otherwise it may be confusing. 

Summary: Allen Walker once told Howard Link that he wanted five children, while Kanda Yuu demonstrates that his memory is selective, but at least he knows that Alma likes cupcakes. 

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rootbeergoddess  asked:

The director was making this massive deal about Emma's 'feminist' portrayal of Belle. Now I saw the movie and I watched the whole thing. And Emma's Belle is not just boring but also bland. The whole thing about being an inventor is mentioned at the beginning. Never is it brought up again. I'm sorry but if this movie had wanted to be feminist and progressive, they would have done something different like make Belle black or have the beast be a woman. This movie is feminist lite if anything

Honestly it’s just too bad that you even paid to see it tbh. P much everyone was already saying Emma was dry toast in that shit (hint it’s because she legitimately can’t act). I can understand how we were like ‘wow progressive Disney on a roll!’ but I think by now we can all agree that Disney doesn’t give a fuck about anything but money and slapped Emma and her white Feminism on that ish just for the money. Also Emma is a shitty Feminist.

Notice how one of her and her fans’ arguments for The Dress was how she’d have to ride a horse after so why put her in a corset? And how in the movie (and the book) she’s not even IN the ball gown for the riding scene?


When love isnt enough:About that

Mature content and strong language
Divergent fanfiction: Eric/OC
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Standing at the edge of the pit and I am ready to have a melt down. Where the hell did he go. I am convinced he snuck out of the compound again. I turn down the corridor stomping like a child throwing a tempertantrum. I don’t want to have to talk to Amar by myself. I am not a very good liar. What do I even say?
Before I can even comprehend what is happening I am being jerked down a dark side corridor. I pull back my fist prepared to scream just as I get let go.

“Aleisia sweetheart, hey, hey it’s just me.” Eric. Of course.
“You need to stop doing that jerk,” he has been doing this to me for months now. I slapped his chest as he just tries not to laugh.
“Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you? ”
“The computer lab. I had a few things to do. I don’t want to talk about it in the open. I’ll tell you tonight at home.” Home? I think I might like the sound of that. Something I use to think I didn’t want. A home with a significant other.

“Is something wrong?” oops. Train jumped the track for a second.
“Actually yes. Amar knows we got off the train at four thirty. I don’t know what else he knows. He wants us both in his office.” he doesn’t look pleased.

His face takes on a dark sinster look. For the first time in awhile he is actually scarring me. He must realize what he looks like, he lets his features relax and circles his arms around me.
“Sorry. Just threw me off. Nobody can know where we went. Audrianna’s life depends on it.”
“I know. But you need to promise me you aren’t going to hurt my uncle.” I think this is part of why I don’t fully trust him yet.
“I won’t hurt him. I may have to adjust his memory though.” he cocks his head to the side in thought.
“I can live with that. Stop thinking so hard. Your Erudite is showing.” At this he lets out a small laugh.
“I have to stop at the dorms quick first, but lets go now.”

I knock lightly on Amar’s office door. This whole situation is making me feel uneasy. Eric too I think. After being invited in we enter and sit down while Amar is studying our every move.
“I swear I think you are part Candor sometimes,” I snipe at him.
“Worse.” is all he says.
“You wanted to see us sir.” Eric is rigid and tense.
“Relax Coulter. Neither of you are in trouble. I have no intentions of telling anyone you left. I have something’s to discuss with you both and this one needs to not lie to me,” he narrowed his eyes in my direction.
“We just wen-”
“Shut up son. I don’t want you lieing to me either.” Eric’s eyes darkened.
“After initiation I must leave the city. I need to fake my death. You two are going to help me. In the meantime we need to make plans on how your going to stop Jeanine and stop a war.”

Eric’s eyes went wide, then his face twisted into a feral look. What the hell was Amar talking about and what did he know? I started to panic. I was afraid a fight was going to break out and it would be nasty. But Eric actually surprised me
“This really is not the place to discuss such matters with all due respect sure.” he is calm. A little too calm.
“Relax son. My cameras in here are on a repetitive loop right now.” he smiles coyly.
“Amar I don’t understand. What on Earth are you talking about.”
“Well I had to wait and see who you decided on first Little Bit. Thing’s are not as they seem. However young Coulter here is already well aware of that. Seeing as how you chose Eric now you two are just about the cities last hope.” he is serious. This can’t be good.

“Sir I think you are mistaken. I don’t know what you think I know,” he cuts Eric off again.
“Jeanine is your mother not Elaine. I knew your father. He was a good friend. She murdered him along with my brother. For being Divergent.”

“Jeanine murdered my father? Uncle have you been dabbling in the herb garden again?” this is insane.
“You knew my father? How do you know everything you know? How do I know I can trust you? That you aren’t lieing to me.” Eric seems torn between excited and suspicious.
“Easy. I will show you. Follow me. Both of you,” he stands and we all head to the lower levels of Dauntless.

This is a place I didn’t even know existed. I can feel the unease and tenison radiating from the man standing next to me. After everything he told me I suppose I understand.
Soon we arrive in a low lit area in front of rows of I think storage lockers. We stopped at the last and largest one.

Amar pulled out keys and unlocked it. He motioned Eric over to help him lift the door. Inside where lots of boxes, furniture, a safe, a damn motorcycle. I thought those were obsolete.
“What is all of this,” Eric was eyeing the motorcycle like it was a precious resource or something.
“It’s yours. These are all your father’s belongings. Rusty left everthing he had to you. His only child.” he surveyed the contents before turning to Amar.
“He knew about me? Why didn’t he rescue me from those idiots in Erudite?” I can’t tell if he is more angry or hurt.
“He tried. Candor ruled in Jeanine and Elaine’s favor. He was killed three weeks later.”
“His name was Rusty?” how is he so damn calm?
“Rusty Garrens. Your Aunt is still here in Dauntless. Your uncle is in Candor. He watches over Ryan for me.”
“I have more family? Do they know about me?” he looks like he might get sick. I know I would.
“Albert knew of you but not who you or your mother are. Dawn does not. Both of your grandparents are gone I think. Or at least Factionless. This is Dauntless you know.” The two men stepped inside the large unit. Amar gave Eric a gold and a silver key.
“The silver one opens the door. Gold the safe.”
“May I?” he nods to the safe.
“Of course. It is after all yours.” my uncle smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
“How do you know all of the things you know? Why did you wait so long to tell me?” he inquiries while working on opening the safe.
“Rus and Tish were Dauntless born. Raul, Jeanine and myself Erudite. Of course Raul loved Tish. They met at school. He knew she would never leave Dauntless, so he came here. He was best friends with Rusty and he always had an eye for Jeanine.”
“She was never going to leave Erudite. Your grandmother groomed her to take over as leader since she could walk. Rusty wasn’t going to ever leave here either. Jeanine was furious. The only man she ever had eyes for and he defied her. Refused to join her.”
“How the hell did she manage to conceive me? I am extremely curious.” I could see that Erudite brain turning.

“She begged Rus. But they had to do it the way they did to not be found out as faction traitors guilty of treason. When Rusty found out Elaine actually had you and how Michael treated you he marched right into Erudite threatened to kill both of them and tried to take you. Needless to say he didn’t get far.”

“He went to Albert in Candor and was granted a closed circuit investigation and trial and custody proceedings. Jeanine won. She vowed revenge. Always was a bitter, cruel bitch.”

“She use to use Rus and Raul for trial runs on all new forms of fear serums. That’s how she discovered they where Divergents.” my uncle looked so sad. I have never seen such sorrow in his eyes.
“She used the Factionless riots to cover up their murder’s didn’t she?” Hell fire burned in Eric’s eyes.
“Precisely. I always figured you would end up here. Waited for it. Then you and Four end up going toe to toe over my niece right before my very eyes. Reminded me of Raul and his friend David over Tish years ago.” my cheeks flamed red while my uncle winked at me.
“I sat back waiting to see what path she would choose. I always planned things this way. I just didn’t know if she would end up part of this. As long as you control your damn temper and treat her right, I couldn’t be more pleased.” he smiled brightly at Eric.

“I swear I just want to keep her safe. See if she can show me how to love. She’s already given me someone to trust,” I felt tears sting my eyes.
“I have a long way to go. I’m extremely damaged I am afraid. But I try every day. For her.” he was pulling large yellow envelopes out of the safe.

“Let’s take the envelopes and have dinner at my place yeah.” Amar suggested.
“Sure. I’d like that. Can you carry a few of these for me sweetheart.”

“Absolutely fucking not!!” Eric slammed his hand on the table.
“She will NEVER have contact with Jeanine let alone volunteer to hunt Divergents. Have you lost your fucking mind,” Amar sighed while Eric raged.
“You need people you trust if we are to save as many people as possible. I trust my niece with my life.”

The conversation went south quickly. It was suggested I help so we could deceive and gather intel on Jeanine. Amar also felt it would eliminate her from using me as leverage and deemed it safer.
“Eric it would be the safest thing for her. Besides, she would even out your damn temper. ” they are giving me a headache. I was ready to go home.

“Call it a night. Take her home get her in bed. Think about it. We have time still.”

“There is nothing to think about. Not fucking happening. Wait. Did you just give me permission to stay with Aleisia? ” I was shocked to say the least because that was sure what it sounded like.
Amar just gave him a sly grin.
“Permission? No. Just don’t get caught same as you haven’t for weeks now. It’ll be fine.”
“You’ve known?” I want to die of embarrassment. I figured my mother knew, but never Amar.
“I know more than you think Little Bit. It puts my mind at ease, you not being by yourself so much, a man to protect you and your mother. I think after initiation is done he should just move in if it’s ok with the three of you. Your mother suggested it.” what the hell? I don’t even know if Eric would want to live with us.
“We can all have dinner here on Sunday to discuss it. Get home you two, it’s late. It’s been an emotional evening and Eric still has training in the morning.” what a day. It was beyond crazy and insane.

We laid in bed opening up the large yellow envelopes from the safe. There was pictures of Eric when he was young.

anonymous asked:

From one shipper to another: the chances of Lizzington happening are null, mainly because of DG, the twitter saying that Red was Agnes's granddad and that Red loved and had an affair with Katarina. Honestly, I'm destroyed. Not just because of Lizzington, but because I've been following this series since day one, hoping for true and definitive answers only to be deceived time and time again. It's tiresome. Sorry for the bitterness, just wanted to know how do you deal with this mess. Any tips?

Well Anon it ain’t over till it’s over and it ain’t over yet. So in the meantime I’m trying to take it as it comes. I’ve also come to terms with the fact that TBL is never going to be what I want it to be because it has veered so far off course at this point. It’s sad and yes even devastating at times even tho it’s just a show yada yada. But these things are like lightening in a bottle. So rare when you have that magic combination of a great premise, actors, characters, chemistry etc and to see tptb waste it is a heartbreaker.

TBL will always be that what might have been type of show. I’ve made sort of a peace with that. I’m still a shipper because why not. Lizzington is beautiful and more real than the dead af k2 annulled fake marriage. Plus this is strictly my opinion but Red’s supposed affair with KR doesn’t bother me in the slightest. Not even a little. I’m also still invested in Red’s story so if I have to let Lizzington go at some point I will and probably won’t miss Liz that much tbh not to mention care about whatever forced relationship tptb dream up for her. In truth I would have left the show at 3.11 if not for Spader but he’s my guy so here I am. My only tip is watch for James. He never disappoints and maybe just maybe tptb will surprise us in a surprisingly good way for once. Stranger things have happened. Cheers:)

whatsaweekend  asked:

Hi! I just wanted to say that for the past few days I devoured Jonathan's and Fran's short stories and you have left me utterly devastated with 'Broken Paper Heart' and 'The Star of New Mexico.' Devastated. I don't think I stopped crying once while reading. I've fallen in love with the InCryptid series all over again (and more so). Thank you.

You are so welcome!  Thank you for reading.

I love Johnny and Fran so much.  I never expected their story to take as long as it did, and it did because I loved them so much.  I miss them so badly.  Well, I miss Fran.  I still have Johnny, for the moment.

anonymous asked:

Ok but... Latinx and hispanics are all pretty much a mixed ethnicity. Most have the native blood of those who were residing there, be it the indians (as in aztecs mayans etc) to the cubans living in cuba. Theeeen the Spanish and all the others came and boom. Hispanic,latinx. I mean, LATINx means deriving from latin backgrounds. HiSPANic, the spanish as in SPAIN. Saying "oh lance is cuban, but his mom is white so he is white" is like uhhhh no. He is, yet again and will always be cuban, cause MIX

it’s so wild to me that people don’t realize this, it’s like they think every hispanic person is like just a fucking mayan and nothing else like,,,, honey,,,, no 

anonymous asked:

Hi! I've been really concerned about my mental health recently (e.i. the past few months, maybe a year now?), and I really want to talk to my mom about getting me a doctor's appointment so I can address it. The thing is, she apparently doesn't like putting labels on things and brushed me off. This was months ago. Should I ask again? If so, any idea of what I should say to convince her? I don't want to get any worse than I am now (I grew up in a mentally abusive household, so....)

tell her that you wanna go talk to someone and it has nothing to do with labels. just talking doesn’t require labels

5k?! Requests Open Again?! Whaaaaat?!

Hey y'all!

Soooo, today this blog reached 5,000 followers which I think is super fuckin crazy and absurd…

I’d just like to say thank you to you guys.

Gracias. Merci. Danka. Grazie. Truly, THANK YOU.

As a sort of celebration, I’m gonna open requests again! It’s been a looooong time since requests have been open, so here are a few things I’d like to address regarding them:

1) I’m gonna try to lean more towards cast fics now, but you are still free to request a character fic if you want.
2) I only do x reader fics.
3) No poly requests pls. I’m not against them, I just can’t write them for the death of me.
4) Smut is fine- just, no butt stuff pls (i’m not that kinky;))
5) No personalized fics.
And last but not least, 6) I may not (probably will not) get through every single request bc schoolwork is a pretty demanding thing, but I’ll try to as much as I can :)

Anyway, love y'all, thank you, see y'all with your requests later 😉😘❤

anonymous asked:

I've been following you for ages and honestly I have the biggest friendly crush on you. Too shy to say off anon, and plus we've never spoken before, but I just wanted you to know that you're a fantastic artist and I hope you're having a great day <333 :)

~ Seriously, I was so happy reading those lines, your message hit my heart ; w ; THANKS SO MUCH AaahHh ; w ; ♥ Well, I’m still sick so you got me in a damn poncho HA ! But still, this is my little answer because your kind words really made me so happy !! Thanks again gnhnhn >w< ♥

Here's how I imagine and WANT Bellarke's first kiss to happen.

Bellamy after everything that happened, finally arrives to the island. He enters the house and everyone greets him. Clarke appears and doesn’t hesitate to run and hug him. He hugs her back, relieved that she is there, that she is real. He hugs her tightly and Clarke instantly knows that he is in pain. To try to ease it, she says this:

Clarke: I told you you would see me again.

Bellamy after hearing those words, half smiles. Clarke pulls away from the hug, just enough to look at him straight in the eyes, and when she does, she notices that he’s more broken than she thought. She has that one special freckled guy that she cares about so much in front of her, in pain, and that hurts her more than she wants to admit to herself. Seconds later, she finally says:

Clarke: Come on, you look like someone who could use a break.

She takes his hand and guides him towards her nice bedroom. They walk in and she closes the door. She let go of his hand and walks toward the bet to smooth it a little. When she finally looks at Bellamy, she sees him standing in the middle of the room, eyes lost on the ground. She frowns and asks:

Clarke: Bellamy… what’s wrong?

Bellamy lifts his head up, eyes fulled with pain and answers:

Bellamy: I failed, Clarke. I couldn’t protect my sister, I couldn’t protect anyone. I failed. I don’t want to live anymore…

After those words, Clarke slowly approaches him to the point she’s standing right in front of him, just a few inches apart. She now notices that a tear is running down Bellamy’s cheek. She slowly places both of his hands to each side of Bellamy’s face and slowly wipes the tear away. This tender act makes Bellamy to look at her, shocked by the kind of affection she is giving him.

Clarke: Bellamy listen to me. Yo didn’t fail, okay? You didn’t. You did the best that you could. You tried to save them. You wanted to save them. That’s what matters. You know in what else you didn’t fail? In protecting me, in keeping me alive. You are worth it. Please don’t say you don’t want to live ever again.

Bellamy: My best wasn’t enough.

After those words Clarke doesn’t know what to say. She knows that words won’t make him feel better, sho she decides to show him how much he means to her. She carresses his face and slowly places her lips in his. She feels like something is burning inside of her, she feels alive. She wants more, but instead she just kisses him slowly, barely, kindly, because she wants him to know what she feels. She needs him to know.

Bellamy is shocked. He never expected that. All those times he imagined how this moment would go, he always imagined that he was going to be the one to give the first step, not Clarke. Seconds later, he kissed her back, too kindly, too slowly, almost like he believed this was just a dream. Well, he felt like it was just a dream. He moved his hands slowly to her waste, with not bad intention, just tu give himself a little support. But then, too soon, Clarke pulled away.

Clarke looked at him, shock reflected in her eyes. She was just as shocked as he was.

Bellamy didn’t know what to say, words couldn’t describe how happy he was. He could barely breath. The kiss wasn’t heavy, at all. It was because of the fact that it happened.

Clarke just gave him a small smile and said:

Clarke: I know you are exhausted. Take a nap, you’ll feel better afterwards.

Bellamy nodded and walked towards the bed. He lied down, feeling comfy, but he knew that something was missing. Clarke was about to exit the room but he stopped her.

Bellamy: …Clarke?

Clarke stopped and turned around to look at him.

Clarke: Yeah?

Bellamy: Would you… would you stay with me tonight? Please?

He was begging her. He needed her in that moment more than ever and she knew. She closed the door and walked to the bed and lied on it at his side, close to him but not close enough. Bellamy pulled her closer, and she didn’t complain. She snuggled against his chest and closed her eyes. They stayed like that for several minutes, and just when she felt she was finally going to fall asleep she heard him say something she didn’t belive he was going to say. Not now. But he did. In a whisper that was barely audible. He said the three little words he was dying to tell her for a very long time.

Bellamy: I love you.

She knew it. And she also knew she loved him too. But she was too tired and all she wanted to to was sleep with him hugging her.

After saying those words, Bellamy closed his eyes amd hugged Clarke a little more tightly, because for the very first time in a very long time, he felt safe again.

So I was just watching the Beatles’ Shakespeare skit again, for the 54153th time and you know when John says “My love, my love, thou art my love I think”? Well, after the second “my love” (which wasn’t part of the the script, he’s supposed to say only one time) he throws such a mischievous look and little grin I had to stop and see it again to make sure I wasn’t creating something more to this detail. Well, I think I wasn’t. But I don’t know if he did it because the girls are losing their shit or because BECAUSE! But I just wanted to share with you to see if am I already losing my sanity over this ship or if you can see it too?

Can’t believe I have to make this post again. I frequently check out the blogs that follow me on here, and again I’m noticing a huge surge in “Columbine” blogs. I just wanted to say if you’re one of those blogs: fuck you, you’re not welcome here, and fuck you. 

anonymous asked:

hi, its the track anon again. my back is kinda sore from practice, is it okay to wear both sport bras ? ~ alex (ps sorry if i seem annoying i just dont want to get injured and go to the doctor then explain why i was wearing two sport bras because i cant come out yet)

Kii says:

If your back is sore, I wouldn’t recommend wearing anything with compression until you’re feeling better. It’s likely going to make things worse if you wear them.