i knew i liked this book for a reason

Every Gay down in Gayville liked Johnlock a lot
But the Deb… [dramatic musical cue]… who lived far South of Gayville…did not!

The Deb hated Johnlock! The whole Johnlock season!
Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason.

It could be her gay exes gave the wrong flowers.
It could be the time she spent READING for HOURS.

But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that her heart was two sizes too small.

But, whatever the reason, the BOOKS or bouquets,
She stood there on Johnlock Eve hating the Gays,

Staring down from her cave with a sour Debra frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town,

For she knew every Gay down in Gayville beneath
Was busy now hanging a hollygay wreath.

“And they’re posting their meta,” she snarled with a sneer.
“Tomorrow is Johnlock! It’s practically here!”

Then she growled, with her Deb fingers nervously drumming,
“I must find some way to keep Johnlock from coming!”

time for a really weird addition to the #su critical tag

so i was trying to figure out how to phrase my issues with su’s plot and tone… like i knew i had a phrase for it, but i couldn’t quite work it out? then it hit me.

in the game hatoful boyfriend (yes the bird dating game), there’s a bit where the protagonist has a conversation with another character about a particular book. the other character complains that the book “forces its safe ethical viewpoints on the reader”.

bam. that’s it.

su forces its safe ethical viewpoints on the reader.

fighting is bad! killing is bad! being nice to people is good! people have reasons for the things they do!

yeah - all good points. unfortunately, the show doesn’t accept that things can be more complicated than this. fighting is bad, but what if you didn’t start the fight? what if the person you’re fighting wants you fucking dead? killing is bad, but if the choice is kill or be killed… well, doesn’t it make sense to at least fight back? being nice to people is good, but you aren’t obligated to show kindness to those who have hurt you or people you care about, even if they’re “totally different now”. people can have reasons and motives to do bad things, and sometimes they might even be sympathetic, but at the end of the day it’s not an excuse for hurting people, and reasons can be bad reasons - or even flimsy justifications that aren’t really a reason at all.

su never takes that leap. it neatly divides characters into “good” and “bad”, allowing the occasional cast member (eg peridot, centipeetle) to make the leap without this really damaging the status quo. this ultimately harms the show. should not rose quartz be condemned the same as bismuth? rose shattered pink diamond and bismuth was in favour of it. bismuth is poofed and trapped while rose is seen as a saint. pearl has accidentally hurt many of the people around her, and while i can sympathise with her loss… she never really apologises. because that would mean admitting that someone in the crystal gems did something really wrong and the show doesn’t allow that.

if you never criticise your characters properly you don’t have to think about the consequences of their actions. it’s lazy, it’s cheap, and it’s safe.

(yes, i actually compared hatoful boyfriend to steven universe. except, here’s a point: hatobf also has a lot of characters who do bad things to each other for “reasons” that can be sympathetic… the difference is that it’s clearly shown that what they did is wrong and other characters are allowed to express their pain and upset. yeah, the pigeon dating game handles this stuff better than the gay rock show does. go figure.)

I Love You

George Weasley ~ Harry Potter

Originally posted by mini-stry-of-magic

Prompt:
You are a Malfoy that doesn’t agree with your family’s beliefs and morals.

Requested by: No

Written by: Head Honcho - Zoe

Reader: Female

Warning: Battle of Hogwarts

A/N: I should probably take a break from writing Tom Holland imagines… so here. I’ve had this idea for a while now but I haven’t written it for some reason.

Also, I know we knew that the Malfoys didn’t really want to be Death Eaters when it came towards the end of the books, especially Draco it seemed like, but you have a stronger opinion and you always stand up for what you believe in, no matter who it is against.

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“Draco!” You hear your father call, breaking the tense silence. “(Y/N)!” He soon calls after. All heads turn to either your brother who is standing on the stairs, or you who is standing with the Golden Trio and part of the Weasley family. 

You feel a few familiar gazes go upon you and you just hang your head.

“Draco… (Y/N).” You hear the plea in your father’s voice and the tears start to build up in your eyes.

“Draco, (Y/N).” Your mother’s soft voice call causing your head to slowly come up. “Come.” She commands, you swallow the lump in your throat. You turn your head and look up to be met with a watery pair of dark hazelnut eyes that you always easily get captured in.

The usual happy glimmer in his eyes is replaced with the dull pain of loose. His bright, orange hair that contrast with his bright smiling eyes is gone. In their place takes dusty, dirty hair and defeat.

You only look away when you hear the clack of shoes against the sharp pavement. All eyes follow your brother as he walks past all his peers to join the other side… the side that caused the destruction of their beloved school and the wizarding world.

“Oh, well done, Draco.” Voldemort praises him and wraps his arms around the boy. “Well done.” He lets go of the awkward hug and sends him to your parents.

“(Y/N).” Your mother calls to you, her arm slung around her son’s torso. Your eyes meet her pleading ones. You send her a frown before turning to look back up at George’s eyes. All the emotions from earlier are still there but the fear of loose is emitting the most.

George has already lost a bunch of loved ones during the battle today including his brother. And now he might lose the second most important person to him to the people who took the others away from him.

You start to cry as you turn your gaze back towards your family, especially when you see your brother mouth ‘please’. You just shake your head back and him, responding with a tearful ‘sorry’.

“I love you, George.” You confess, slipping your hand into his rough one.

“I love you, too, (Y/N).” He shakily whispers back, pulling you against his chest and wrapping his arms around you. “I love you so much.” He presses a kiss to your temple while tears flow down his cheeks.

You clutch onto George as you watch your parents give you a disappointed look and your brother gives you a sad one. As much as you love your family, the stuff that they did for the Dark Lord something you could never forgive.

Maybe in the future, you could see yourself reconnecting with Draco but for now, everything is still fresh.

Reasons to stan Park Rosé:
  • Her australian accent ended wars (this is a confirmed fact)
  • She literally sat on top of the world in the whistle music video… yall knew she was coming to make us suffer (and we love it)
  • She is actually a human mop (that iconic dance move saved kpop and I won’t accept otherwise)
  • She is so multitalented and her guitar and piano skills are above average
  • Have you seen her cheeks?
  • She is in love with Lisa and how is that not relatable?
  • She likes reading emo books but doesn’t like when they don’t have happy endings
  • Again, have you seen her cheeks?
  • She shines brighter than the sun
  • Her high notes proved the existence of a god (and its called Park Chaeyoung)
  • She is too hype for her own good and is absolutely adorable
  • I mean, do you need more reasons? Just find the light and stan her
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   [25 Days of Outlander]
   [Favorite Scotland Location]

   [Broch Tuarach | Lallybroch]

“You said ‘Broch Tuarach’ means ‘North Facing Tower.’”
“Aye.”
“Well, it’s round. It doesn’t have a face.”
“The
door faces north.”
“Ha. Frasers. I’m beginning to feel like– Like I– I actually belong here.”
“I knew you belonged here, with me, almost since the first moment I laid eyes on ye. That’s one of the reasons I agreed to marry you.”
~ Lallybroch [1x12]


“We returned to heal in the peace of the Scottish Highlands… the daily routines of Lallybroch worked like a tonic on our battered souls.”
~ The Fox’s Lair [2x08]


“He took me to his own home – Lallybroch, it was called. A beautiful place.” I shut my eyes again to get away from the look on Brianna’s face, and deliberately summoned the image of the estate of Broch Tuarach – Lallybroch, to the people who lived there. A beautiful Highland farm, with woods and streams; even a bit of fertile ground – rare for the Highlands. A lovely, peaceful place sealed within the high hills above a mountain pass that kept it remote from the recurrent strife that troubled the Highlands.
~ Dragonfly in Amber


I had never actually had a home. Orphaned at five, I had lived the life of a academic vagabond with my uncle Lamb for the next thirteen years…
It was strange, then, and rather wonderful, to wake up in the upper bedroom at Lallybroch, next to Jamie, and realize, as I watched the dawn touch his sleeping face, that he had been born in this bed. All the sounds of the house, from the creak of the back stair under an early-rising maid’s foot, to the drumming rain on the roofslates, were sounds he had heard a thousand times before; heard so often, he didn’t hear them anymore. I did.

~ Dragonfly in Amber


“On your feet, soldier. Take me  h o m e  t o  L a l l y b r o c h .”
~ The Devil’s Mark [1x11]

I needed you to be there, not half way there. I know that we’ve both said some things, we never mean it nowadays. Those painkillers that we were both hooked onto, it had us by the jaw. No, it wasn’t love. No, it wasn’t love. I promised another always that I couldn’t keep. I knew it wouldn’t be forever, I just tried to be there, I just tried to be there. I’m sorry about being half way there too. I realize now that I didn’t need much, I realize now that I needed myself more. I can read a book, but I have a problem. I read the page and nothing is retained. I have to reread it, over and over again. Maybe that’s how it is. Love, maybe it’s like that. You see this person and you just keep looking for more things to fall in love with them, more reasons to stay, more reasons to say, this person? I’m here for this person. That was our problem, wasn’t it? I couldn’t find enough reasons to stay. When you said that I was a piece of shit and a fucking liar, I got upset. I didn’t get mad because you called me those words, I got angry because I already wake up with those two things in my head. I’m flawed, thanks for pointing it out. Someone once told me, if you wear it like clothes, they can’t rip it off of you. You won’t be naked to the truth. So when you said those words– it didn’t hurt.
—  Half way there

Things I have learned from Grey (part 3/?)

1. Someone remind me why I thought this was a good idea
2. Oh yes, wait, I never thought it was a good idea, I just like to suffer
3. The writing is so choppy, it’s very difficult to read. Imagine someone trying to play a violin with a chainsaw. It hurts my eyes and ears.
4. I had blocked all the “miss Steele – mr. Grey” shitfest. I knew there was a reason I wanted to burn those books.
5. “A” reason, she says, laughing hysterically as she sobs
6. “I want to fuck her again, preferably after breakfast, but if she’s too sore that will be out of the question. Perhaps I could use her mouth this time.” – how about you ask her first before making plans, mister
7. I’ve said this before, I’ll say it again – soap does not taste well. How someone can give a blowjob when the…um… OH I KNOW “velvet wrapped steel” (bonus points to whoever catches the reference) is covered in soap and not gag immediately, is beyond me
8. “you get an A in oral skills” – so. Cheesy. Lord. Save. Me
9. “my lips in hot pursuit” – need for speed hot pursuit (it’s a hella good game fight me)
10. Advice for the future: when an author releases the same novel from a different PoV, just skip it. It’s insanely boring and tedious and just no. Don’t do it. Save yourself time and annoyance and brain cells
11 “Her roommate would have my balls if she knew my real intentions.” – yes because Kate is the only sane person in this entire fucking series
12. The chapters are soooo looong fml
13. I have no more patience for this shit
14. WHY DO THESE PEOPLE FEEL THE NEED TO GIVE EACH E-MAIL A NEW TITLE THERE’S A FUNCTION CALLED REPLY USE IT
15. “How could she dismiss me so easily? Maybe I should pay her a visit, just to make sure it’s a “no.” Maybe I can persuade her otherwise.” – Christian doesn’t understand the concept of a person saying no to him. If you read these sentences, they’re fucking creepy. How could she dismiss me so easily = how dare she reject me. Maybe I should pay her a visit, just to make sure it’s a no = I need to put more pressure on her. Maybe I can persuade her otherwise = I will not be rejected.
16. FUCKING
17. CREEPY
18. “From my messenger bag I take some condoms and slide them into the back pocket of my pants” – for all he knows, she doesn’t want anything to do with him anymore (remember, he doesn’t know she was actually playing a prank on him). HE TAKES CONDOMS WITH HIM. TO SEE SOMEONE WHO HAS ALREADY TOLD HIM NO.
19. Oh my god, this is so problematic, I’m having an existential crisis
20. Is god real are all men pigs
21. Christian to himself because he likes having such long and meaningful conversations with his inner…god? Asshole? Dick? Split personality?: “You’re here because you think it’s a “no.” – if you thought it was a no you should have respected her choice fml fml fml
22. This book is giving me a headache and diseases
23. “she’s wearing sweats. Perhaps she’s been for a run this evening” – yeah, sure, because that’s the only acceptable reason a person should wear sweats
24. Clearly this author hasn’t come to my hours during all hours of day and night
25. Sweats is my middle name. Actually, it’s Angela, but whatever
26. “Taking a sip of wine, I lean down and kiss her, pouring the wine into her mouth.” – so grosssssssss
27. I know I’m a 5 year old, but seriously
28. Ew
29. I’m not even halfway through what is this shit
30. I’m not reading the contract again fuck this
31. My sanity is bye bye
32. “And she’ll have the opportunity to socialize with other men? She’ll realize what she’s missing.” – oh my god how fucked up is this I can’t even
33. Nah I’ve had enough
34. I’m not even half way through
35. Someone better pay me for this I swear to cow

Part 1  Part 2

Fifty Shades of Grey, Fifty Shades Darker, Fifty Shades Freed masterpost

My Undead Patron

A young girl came up to me and asked me for a list of all the vampire romance books in the library. I was in a hurry as there were several patrons behind her, so when I went to search our records for the word “vampire”, I was surprised when the system only came up with one hit. 

…until I realized that I was searching the patron records. This man’s name is not vampire or anything like it, he doesn’t borrow a lot of vampire books, there was NO REASON for his name to come up, but for some reason when I typed in vampire, the system brought up his name. 

So with that in mind, I think I need to go buy some holy water, a stake and some leather pants. Frankly, I knew what I was getting into when I became a librarian.

Originally posted by buffy-screencaps

Surprise Visitor

For the Anon who requested “Hey could you please do one where you’re Tony’s baby sister and you come to visit him at work and no one knew you existed. Thank you love your writing ❤️” 

A little bit implied McGee x reader but it’s mostly just a cute little Sister Tony blurb. Hope you all like it, I felt like I rambled a little too much but ah well. Tony’s sister is one of my favorite things to write for (*wink wink nudge nudge*)

People gave you odds looks as they past and you knew exactly why. Reason one; You probably were not supposed to be here. Reason two; you were currently lounging in a desk that wasn’t yours, reading a book and drinking a coffee. Reason three; you were far too relaxed for someone who did not even belong here. For examples see reason two. Reason four; everyone felt like they’ve seen you before, but none of them were sure were they might know you from.

“Uhm. Hello?” You glanced up from the book you’d been staying busy with and grinned, tilting your head to the side and looking over the man in front of you .

“Hey there.” You greeted, grin turning into your family famous smirk. You watched as the man became slightly flustered, unsure what exactly to do.

“That’s- That’s my book.” You glanced down at the novel in your hands and shrugged, tossing it onto Tony’s desk.

“Sorry, you left it out. I was bored.” He gave you an incredulous look, leaning forward to quickly grab the book, not taking his eyes off you. As he stared at you, you smirked again, giving him a moment to try and work it out.

“You look… Really familiar, have we met before?” Really? Could noone put two and two together? God you guys looked similar, you were sitting in his desk, you told him you’d be in town… Unless.

“(Y/N)?” You spun in the chair, smirk dropping and glare coming on full throttle.

“Anthony.” You stated. His face paled slightly and he looked from you to the other man who was still standing there confused.

“Anthony? What could I have done, I just got here! Probbie, what did you say to her?” You got up from your chair and rolled your eyes, glare only dropping slightly.

“He didn’t say anything because he doesn’t know who I am, did you not tell them!” Tony gave you a sheepish grin before shaking his head.

“Never came up?” Another eyeroll from your end before you opened your arms, “Well come on, I haven’t seen you in months, and so far this has been a pretty subpar hello.” Tony grinned widely before coming around his desk and enveloping you in a tight hug, lifting your feet from the ground momentarily.

“What is going on?” A woman with an accident asked from behind you, and while Tony continued to squeeze the life out of your body you heard the other man answer.

“I’m… not sure?” When you finally broke apart Tony kept an arm slung loosely around your shoulders, turning to his team and smiling brightly. You grinned as well and watched as it clicked on the other man’s face, his own mouth turning into a surprised ‘o’.

“DiNozzo.” Both of your heads jerked to the side, but your brother quickly dropped his arm from around you, standing slightly straighter.

“Yes boss?”

“No girlfriends in the office.” You both made nearly identical faces of disgust and you stuck your tongue out slightly with a small ‘eyuk’.

“I don’t think they’re dating boss, I think Tony has a family member he’s neglected to tell us about.”

“Right you are McGeek.” Tony gave the other man a dirty look, and you elbowed your brother in the side.

“Introduce me,” You demanded, “Before I actually start thinking you don’t want them to know I exist.”

“Right, Right.” Tony nodded, watching his team began to smirk at him. He crossed his arms moodily. “This is my baby sister (Y/N). Emphasis on baby, and sister, McGeek. Which means hands off. Not that I think my lovely sister has such bad taste as to-”

“Tony.” You quipped, rolling your eyes.

“(Y/N), This is my team, not my team, since Gibbs here is the boss, but that’s Ziva David, and Timothy McGeek.”

“Why didn’t you tell us you had a sister?” Ziva asked, raising an eyebrow. You turned to look at your brother, arms crossing over your chest as you smirked.

“It never came up! And besides McGeek never told us about his so it only seemed fair. (Y/N) and I have a very good sibling-ship going. I was not hiding her. I wasn’t hiding you! It’s just, It’s kinda like in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, I’m Ferris, and you’re Jeanie, and sure we love each other but we love to piss each other off more, and-”

“Shut up Tony.” You laughed, watching your brother flounder trying to find a suitable answer for everyone in the room. Tony listened to you at once, grinning sheepishly again, and McGee let out a low whistle.

“She can shut him up in two words, and we haven’t had a moment of silence in two years. I like her.” He announced. Tony sent him a glare, protective arm going around your shoulders.

“Better not like her too much.” You laughed, patting his chest slightly and grinning up at your brother. It was good to see him again, it’s been too long.

Do you ever read a book and are suddenly reminded of Yuri on Ice?

This passage comes from “Under the Udala Trees” by Chinelo Okparanta (a book about a gay girl growing up in Nigeria and the homophobia she has to face) and it somehow really reminded me of Victuuri:

Sometimes we held hands as we walked, as inconspicuously as we could, making sure to present ourselves in a manner more like that of regular schoolgirls than that of two girls in love. But we were in love, or at least I believed myself completely to be. I craved Amina’s presence for no other reason than to have it. It was certainly friendship too, this intimate companionship with someone who knew me in a way that no one else did: it was a heightened state of friendship. Maybe it was also a bit of infatuation. But what I knew for sure was that it was also love. Maybe love was some combination of friendship and infatuation. A deeply felt affection accompanied by a certain sort of awe. And by gratitude. And by a desire of a lifetime of togetherness.

[I am not comparing Under the Udala Trees to Yuri on Ice, but am I the only one who thinks that this extract also really fits Victuuri (in the earlier stages of their relationship)?]

when i was little i was really scared of this dr seuss book about a pair of pants. the book was also specifically about being scared which really didnt fucking help. it was about a little yellow elf floss creature fighting for survival in a bleak nightscape and for some reason the only place he could go was this monotone plateau, where he was constantly pursued by haunted pants. ive just discovered theres a dr seuss wiki so i can prove this isnt a weird dream

this guy was like the only person in the world. the only life he knew was running away from pants. the moral was that the pants-ghost was also afraid of the main character? But it was chasing him to kill him?

I am finding it hard to express what I was a part of last night. Valuable friendship, raw and genuine friendship that is about building each other up and not competing with one another.

I never understood how my life ended up the way it did, but I would like to think that if everything does happen for a reason that the reason everything happened was to meet you two.

—  I thought I knew what real friendship was all about, but I was wrong. 

Art trade of Achilles and Patroclus for @niarchery! She gave me a few different ideas to choose from, but I knew I wanted to draw her suggestion of Achilles in drag seducing Patroclus. If you haven’t read The Song of Achilles, Achilles has to hide as a woman for a good deal of time until Patroclus comes to rescue him, and while this scene might not be entirely canon, it should be. Hope you enjoy, Nia!

so today my secret santa at work got me the harry potter funko of harry in his christmas sweater and like i got all teary eyed over it. i have a million funkos but for some reason i don’t have that version of harry and when someone asked me why i got teary eyed i thought about how much that moment in harry potter meant to me. my parents died when i was 19 and by then i’d already read the first harry potter book like 7 times BUT that was my first christmas without any family. so my best friends parents all bought me christmas gifts. they weren’t personalized or anything like that but it meant so much to me that they knew no one would be buying me gifts. i lived in my parents house all alone (it was paid off when they died) and i was so fucking lonely i wanted to die. i sat around with those gifts and thought about how much harry’s sweater from mrs. weasley meant to him and the gifts he received from his friends. i know christmas isn’t about getting gifts, but when you know there is literally no one in the world thinking of you on a holiday it’s the shittiest feeling in the world. so yeah, that’s the story about how a pop funko made me cry today.

76 loved hurting you. You knew he did.

He thought that mask hid everything. That you wouldn’t notice the real reason for all the “punishments” he gave. Sure, he was enigmatic and mysterious once. Unpredictable, even. But now you could read him like a book.

You heard the excited panting in his voice when he drove his fists into your stomach. Saw how he subconsciously bucked his hips as he would press his boot against your face, keeping you pinned to the floor. That was a favorite of his. Keep you there until you apologized, until you admitted that you loved and needed him. Sick fuck.

You didn’t need to see his face to know he enjoyed every second of hurting you, no matter how much he tried to convince you that he loved you. That was why he was doing all this, keeping you locked up, cutting off all ties, hurting you. All out of love, he said. You felt at least somewhat comforted that when he forced you to say “I love you” back to him, neither of you truly meant it.

Since the individual rooms no longer properly locked, your prison was the entire west wing of the complex, a small hallway composed of a few dozen private quarters. He kept the main door locked, only coming in to deliver food or whenever he wanted something. Sometimes he left it unlocked as he left, but you’d long since learned that he never does it accidentally. He just wants you to make a move. Give him a reason to punish you. He couldn’t hold up the façade of affection if you didn’t give him a reason.

You had inspected the first few rooms, but lost hope quickly after discovering that all of them were identical. No supplies left behind, no secret hatches. After you combed over the very last room, at the very end of the corridor, you realized it was a fool’s errand. There was nothing here of use.

Not even being eccentric worked. Every plan you attempted with what meager resources you had, he would capture you. Punish you. You were getting pretty sick of it.

You slept in a different room every night, trying to avoid the possibility of any traps left overnight or other altercations Soldier could have made. Tonight, as you tried to tuck away for another morning of hell, you realized that a draft was blowing through your room. With a groan, you pulled the blanket up to your chin and rolled over, prepared to ignore it and go to sleep.

Then, suddenly, your mind sprang to alertness and you sat up. A draft could only mean one thing.

You threw the blanket off and looked around the room in the dark, trying to find the source of the breeze. Then, behind a tall cabinet, you found the answer. A half-window, positioned at the very top of the room. You nearly cried.

Wasting no time, you grabbed the nearby end table and dragged it beneath the window, using the boost to push your body up and into the tiny gap of the window. There was dirt just outside, and you realized that the compound must have been mostly underground. You clawed your fingers in it, digging for purchase as you wiggled your body out of the window and out to freedom. The air outside was freezing, but you didn’t care. You scrambled to your feet as quickly as you could and began to run.

The base’s outside searchlights were on, a result of 76 repowering the station, but you knew the defenses were unmanned. You two were the only ones here, and soon it was about to be only him. You just had to get past the gate and you were free. You could go into hiding yourself, far away from here. You had to wipe the happy tears from your eyes, clearing your vision so you could run.

Your eyes were adjusted enough to see the fence in the near distance, riddled with no trespassing signs and warnings about government property. You slowed down to gawk in a second, hoping to confirm that this was real and not just a fanciful dream.

You wish you hadn’t. You wouldn’t have heard his footsteps if you didn’t.

Without even looking back you broke into a sprint again. How could he have known so quickly? How could he have found out? You reached the base of the fence and wrapped your fingers in the chain-links, trying to frantically scale the 10-foot behemoth of a barrier. You could hear him closing in rapidly, you swore you heard his excited breath. This was a reason. This was a big fucking reason. You couldn’t get caught, it just wasn’t an option this time.

You were halfway up, your feet scrambling against the thin metal, when his hand wrapped around your ankle. You screamed helplessly, desperately trying to wrench your foot out of his grasp, but you knew it was already over. He was too strong.

As a last ditch effort, you lowered yourself enough to drive your heel into his face. He wasn’t wearing his mask, so your foot hit him straight in the nose. He grunted, but his grip didn’t let up. You were fucked. He ripped you down from the fence before anything else, your body crumpling into a pile at his feet.

“You really don’t value your life, do you?” he huffed, blood bubbling out of his nose and over his lips. He looked like a terrifying monster, blood pooling in between his teeth and dripping down his mouth. He looked like he wanted to eat you alive, and you knew he would.

“I wouldn’t have run if I didn’t,” you quipped, and he drove his foot into your hip, knocking you onto your stomach. You wheezed in pain, grabbing onto what would surely be bruised flesh soon. While you winced at the minor energy, Soldier worked his way around you, until he could press the tread of his boot against the back of your head. You grunted.

“Ungrateful punk,” he spat, kneeling down until he could grab your hair. Both pressures on your head were enough to make you scream, but you bit your lip. You knew he wanted to hear it. “Four months of feeding and loving you and you go and run on me?” He ground his boot harder against your scalp and you winced.

“I didn’t ask for this,” you whispered, afraid to raise your voice any higher. You immediately regretted the words, and you felt your heart sink when you heard him chuckle. You’d almost hoped he didn’t hear it.

“I bet you didn’t ask for this either.” He let go of your hair, and immediately drove his palm into your spine just between your shoulder blades. You cried out, trying to roll out from beneath him, and he only let you get as far as onto your back before he shoved his boot back down on the center of your chest, pinning you in place. You could feel the bones shifting beneath his foot.

“Oops. Did that hurt?” he asked. You could practically taste the dry humor behind his statement, could detect the faint wisp of a smile that pulled at the edge of his lips. As he stood with his one foot on you, he made a small show of removing his jacket, nothing more than a black tee shirt underneath. His muscles, which you knew were more than capable of breaking every bone in your body, strained from barely concealed adrenaline.

When the first punch came barreling across your jaw, you hadn’t realized just how much he’d been holding back.

You spat out a lost tooth, the tang of blood on your tongue distracting you enough to miss the second punch, which slammed into your side. You screamed into your teeth, and 76 wriggled his fingers into your mouth to shut you up. You bit down, unable to get through the material of his gloves, and he laughed humorlessly at your attempts. His voice was bitter.

“You need to stop,” he said. He wrapped his free hand around your torso and squeezed. Your ribs began to give under the pressure, and you screamed into his gloves. The sound only encouraged him, and your entire body convulsed when you heard the first crack. His grip didn’t let up, even as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“You shouldn’t have run from me,” he hissed, licking the shell of your ear before he continued, “because now I have to break you to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

HAPPY!

It rains. I probably failed this math test but you know what? i’m happy! you know why? Because i went to buy my mom’s bday present today, saw two ladies searching for their next reads and i went to meet them holding a copy of All the light we cannot see by Anthony Doerr, being kike “if i may, this book was awesome,  i loved i t you should definitely read it!” and after talking with them, the woman and her friend actually bought it! reason number 1 why i feel happy at the moment! Then i actually bought the present for my mom and the cashier told me  that it was cheaper than it was told on the DVD! i spared money! reason number 2! But then i went to the bookstore…. and bought a new book XD I knew i shouldn’t have ask for this book rec to the librarian :))) So yeah i’m coming home with The Son by Philipp Meyer and i hope i’ll like it! REsaon number 3! Buying a book always makes me happy and some math and rain clouds won’! t change it ! byeeeeeeee

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anonymous asked:

Have you seen Matt Shepard Is a Friend of Mine? I think it's great and personal, and it hit close to home since I'm part of the LGBTQ+ community, however when I talked about it with an acquaintance (who is a gay man and also HIV+) he said he liked it but he felt that, both in the film and in general, there's little to no mention of Matt Shepard being HIV+ which we both agree could be a big reason he was killed, and not only because he was gay, considering the stigma. What do you think?

I haven’t seen it but shall do. I have a book about him that I’m going to read soon. I don’t know, I think if his killers knew that then they would have tried to use that as a defence. Additionally, I don’t think many people knew he was HIV positive? A few days before he died he told a friend he was HIV positive and considering suicide which makes me wonder if he found out just shortly before his murder?

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The Crimson Odyssey – Chapter Index }


“Hum.”

I smile nervously. I had honestly no idea pictures of myself were in there – heck, I hope Gharial didn’t paste the wrong ones into it – which leaves me a bit breathless for a while.

Elysae recognized me with ease, obviously. I wonder whether she’s already opened this book before. Maybe… maybe she already knew my face. Maybe that’s the reason why she did not try to avoid or attack me when we met?

She eventually resumes looking through the next pages. As I expected, I can’t see any picture of Gharial. He didn’t like his own face on the photos. There are many volcanic landscapes instead, each of them being an area I used to wander in, so long ago…

And here’s another young me. Was I this Crimson’s only living source of inspiration when it came to photography? Oh gods. What a bad boy I looked like, with that damn cigarette in my mouth. Although I can’t deny it makes me smile to see my past self after so many decades and to realize how much I’ve changed.

There’s even a pic of our Rajang friend. Heh, I can remember he was quite the funny guy. He was actually the one who encouraged me to confess my feelings to Luna, about a century ago… I wonder what he’s become now. Not only isn’t he an Elder Dragon; but like Gharial, he didn’t get along well with Hunters.

Suddenly, as she flips one sheet, a photo that wasn’t well stuck inside slides out and falls on the floor. I reach for it, take it cautiously, wondering about what it can be depicting.

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