i love this part of the book

anonymous asked:

Person: I'm a lesbian and I only love girls, Other Person: but like people are amazing! People are beautiful and amazing! Namaste!

honestly tho this happens all the time and like,,, i Get that when people who arent a part of a specific marginalized group see that specific marginalized group they have to Make Sure We Remember Everyone Else!!!!! but like,,,,,,, lesbians have historically been raped and murdered for not liking men, commenting on my lesbian post about my lesbianism telling me that i shouldnt be focused on girls, that i should be thinking about EVERYONE :) is homophobic like let lesbians exist, let us love women, stop trying to force us to like everyone else

the idea that lesbians should “open their minds” to being with men is the oldest joke in the homophobic book, it isn’t “revolutionary” or “progressive” its homophobic and im tired of it!!

crowleysqueen88  asked:

Are you still doing the dribbles??? If so can you so can I have the character as Cain and the place is living room?? If you're not taking drabbles anymore just ignore it. Love ya!💕💕💕

You shifted a little to tuck yourself into Cain’s side and picked up your book. Looking away from the book he held in his lap he smiled at you.

This was your favorite part of the day, after dinner was done and the sun had set the two of you would curl up in the living room together and read.

Sometimes you would share a book, taking turns reading to one another. Sometimes, like tonight, you would hold cuddle under one blanket while you read your own books. It was perfection.

You were reading a new thriller by one of your favorite authors and had just reached the major action scene when you felt Cain take your hand in his. Tearing your eyes away from the pages, you glanced over to see him still looking down at his own book. You squeezed his hand and returned to the drama unfolding in your lap.

You read two more paragraphs before you felt something cool slide over your finger. Glancing over, you saw a simple gold band with a small diamond. You looked up to find Cain still staring at his book but with a big smile on his face.

“Cain?”

“Hmmmm?”

“What is this?” you asked, your voice shaky.

“It’s an engagement ring,” he replied, looking up at you.

“Shouldn’t you be asking me to marry you then?”

He sat his book down and pulled yours from your hands, bookmarking your spot. Cupping your cheek, he brushed a quick kiss across your lips. “Why ask a question I already know the answer to?”

You were laughing when he pulled you onto his lap, his lips meeting yours again.

luminouso  asked:

Hi idk if your inbox is open since it's Sunday @ 10:30pm but I don't see that it says closed in the bio & I need to freak out ANYWAYS I just finished reading The Beggar Thief and I AM SHOOK!! Still am in shock sitting here! EVERYONE WHO LOVE DRAMIONE SHOULD READ THIS FIC UNLESS they're a big wary about consent bc it's a bit dubious here (part 1/2)

but The Beggar Thief is truly something else and every other plot line/trope is lacking to me now. If this was a book I would be in love! I just wish the author really expanded the story since they felt it was only half written. Did the author write more? But yes The Beggar Thief is a must read and I would’ve been so mad at myself if I skipped out on reading this fic.

^^^^^^^^^^

The Beggar Thief - gravidy - NC-17, 8 chapters -  Hermione Granger doesn’t believe in things that have never been seen. But then, she doesn’t believe in a lot of things anymore. Hermione Granger has enough problems without worrying about Pureblood kidnappings and techno-geeks. The last thing she needs is Draco Malfoy breathing down her neck.

Love, n.

I realized that it’s so difficult for me to write about you. That’s why all I write about is the aftermath, the parting of the ways, the heartaches, the endings.

I read an advice about writing somewhere — it said: Writing flows easier when you know what you are writing about. I guess that’s why it’s so easy for me to write about pain and difficult when it comes to you. 

But now, as it appears, I’m attempting to write you. 

I believe it is because I’ve been seeing your shadow following me since that day. I believe it is you I feel inside me when I think about him. I believe it is you tapping my shoulder whenever I hear his voice and my tongue forgets it is an organ too. I believe when his happiness and pain became congruent with mine, it was your doing. I believe it is you who made me see beauty in his brokenness. I believe it is you who was dressed in courage and pushed me to fight and never give him up. I believe it is you I feel inside my chest literally breaking when he and I got into a fight, when we don’t talk, when I miss him, when I think about losing him, and when he lets go. And I strongly believe it is you saying hello when he says, “I love you”. 

Love, you didn’t give me a proper introduction when you arrived that day. You didn’t warn me of your arrival. But I know this is you I feel inside, otherwise, writing this could have been hard.

I think it would be too easy to hate Laura unconditionally.

Having read the book quite some time ago, I really despised her. But now, seeing her come alive on screen, I realize that hatred is at least in part misplaced. She is flawed, to be sure. Clinically depressed and disassociating. But Shadow also had that 500 Days of Summer vibe where he married someone that Laura was not pretending to be- his perfect woman. I do not condone cheating and still don’t love Laura as a character, but it is an interesting display of both mental illness and miainterpretation, as well as false idolizing in relationships.

Regardless, thank you @neil-gaiman for being involved in the show process, I think it really matters that the original author has creative input on adaptations because it just comes out so much better.

irllestatdelioncourt  asked:

i usually dont send asks to anyone but i Love your anne rice criticism posts so much They Fuel Me

Glad to be of service! I’ve got such wicked conflicted feelings about those books. I do love the trilogy – clearly, with the amount of time I’ve spent writing about it. I bonded with @anton-mordrid over those books. They were an enormous part of my adolescence and my development as a young writer. I would be a different person without those books in my life.

But also….the fuckups. The many fuckups. The total lack of remorse for when she exploits groups of people in her writing. The terror she wreaked on fandom and still does. She’s everything I aspire not to be as an author. She has no professional dignity to speak of. I am continually horrified by the actual scars she’s left on people’s lives, and her refusal to grow as an artist in favor of surrounding herself in an ever thicker protective coating of yes-men who will tell her that she never needed an editor and that critique and analysis are bullying. She’s a horrific nightmare of a person. 

part of me wanted to let you go and part of me wanted you to stay. we were awkwardly destined to see each other every day, but only in a platonic way. your eyes dreaded to see me with someone, my mouth dried up when i wanted to talk to you. we had nothing in common, starting from the alphabets in our name to the number in our age. they were all different. yet, i had this strong connection with you from the very first day we met. but they say time flies and these connections fade. strangely with you, none of the universal laws remained the same. the karma, the regret, the jealousy, the burning desire? they all seemed to evaporate. all of a sudden, i remembered, that with you, things were always different.
—  Things were always different

sexy-sea-basss  asked:

Ah! I just started reading Punk (I'm only on the second part) and YOU USED COMIC BOOK CLINT! Like deaf and using ASL! That makes me so happy!!! Had to pause my reading and tell you how happy I am that you used Deaf Clint. Back to reading ❤️

Awwww thank you!!! I’m so happy you knew that! I wish they’d included it in the mcu. I love how it forces me to change writing interactions tactics. He’s such a wonderful character

I’ve received much more love
from my friends and family
than any God could ever give me.
So, I don’t pray,
I never did and I never will, I don’t see the point.

I never memorized a part
from any good book,
instead, I’ve memorized phone numbers
and when in need
I make some calls
and go out for drinks
and get drunk
on alchohol and divine selfless love


Dylan Wolfram - Athens- Barrett - 5/22/2017

ACOWAR Spin-offs

I have a theory/idea who the next three books will be about.

1. Lucien. I think a big part why he wasn’t so much in ACOWAR is because he will get his own story & it’s the story about finding Vassa and maybe even the story of him and Helion.

2. Vivianne and Kallias. It needs to happen. I need to see them grow up, Kallias falling in love and his message to her before he was taken Under the Mountain. Vivianne ruling the Winter Court for him and them getting married. I need it all.

3. This one is tricky. It could be about Mor and her path. It could be about Elriel or Elucien (whatever you ship). Nessian. Or maybe Feysand’s children. SO MANY POSSIBILITIES

Tell me your ideas!

  • "I solemnly swear I am up to no good": - Aries, Gemini, Sagittarius
  • ""Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.": - Scorpio
  • “OF COURSE IT IS HAPPENING INSIDE YOUR HEAD, HARRY, BUT WHY ON EARTH SHOULD THAT MEAN THAT IT IS NOT REAL?”: Cancer, Libra
  • “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.” : Pisces
  • "However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible.": - Neptune, Pisces
  • "Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.”: Sagittarius
  • "Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human … the fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength.": - Capricorn
  • "Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.": - Taurus
  • "I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.": - Aquarius
  • "You are protected in short by your ability to love": Leo
  • "The mind is not a book to be opened at will and examined at leisure": Virgo
  • J.K Rowling
4

“I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday,” he said softly. “Not for you to stay; I didna think that would be right. I prayed I’d be strong enough to send ye away.” He shook his head, still gazing up the hill, a faraway look in his eyes.
“I said ‘Lord, if I’ve never had courage in my life before, let me have it now. Let me be brave enough not to fall on my knees and beg her to stay.’ He pulled his eyes away from the cottage and smiled briefly at me. 

“Hardest thing I ever did, Sassenach.”

i say “i’m seeing a therapist” and he takes a step backwards. why he wants to know. what happened. what made me like this, basically. what was the final step that pushed me safely into the side of scary people like them.

there’s a lot i think about. like how my illnesses effect me outside of the actual symptoms. like beyond the weight there’s a second river to drown in.

i mean we don’t talk about having to stare at employment papers where they ask you to self-identify your problems. that little bead of sweat that forms when you worry - what if i don’t tell them and i need help? what if i tell them and they think i’m a risk factor? what if they won’t give me the job?

we don’t talk about the way some people act when they find out. the ones who are rude about it are one thing. but then there’s those people you thought were your friends who act like you just told them you’re infectious. who become weird and distant and suspicious like a switch flipped. like if they get to close to you, you’ll give it to them.

we learn to be okay with things we overhear on the bus but we never get used to it coming out of the mouth of the people we love. we carry this secret with us like a rotted fruit, clutching it to our bodies. we’re ashamed of our scars in front of our boss. we don’t talk about our panic attacks during lunch breaks. when the cop pulls you over “i’m disassociating” isn’t an excuse we can open the page on. when you watch people make these ranting posts about how real friends always text back, how if someone loves you, they’ll find the time to spend. success stories make other people cry with inspiration while some part of your brain is saying you can’t do that, you’re not like them. things are uglier at the bottom. you can’t explain why you can’t just make friends. you can’t write because you’re depressed but when you’re depressed you write best. you can’t eat today and no don’t ask why please. nevermind taking the train. never mind trying to be happy. never mind reading books and watching movies and wondering where exactly are people like you in hero stories. i watch a video where a man tells me that being depressed is just a mindset. when i wear all black someone remarks i look particularly emo today. it’s 2017 does anyone say emo anymore, i ask her, and she laughs, “you just look like one of those fake-depressed girls.” okay.  

i don’t tell him my therapist is actually why things don’t happen anymore. why i’m getting a handle on it. my tongue feels swollen. i feel embarrassed talking about it. in the highest twist of irony, i think of how many people know my problems anonymously on the internet. i almost spill out all my troubles onto him. instead i tell him it’s just a precaution. that i think everyone should really see a therapist, they’re brain mechanics and we all need a tune-up now and then. he relaxes.

okay. okay. i’m sorry i’m one of them.

2

Based on a post that I can’t seem to find by @incorectspnquotes.

(The book Sam is reading has the peculiar name of “Stuff”, only in Aramaic.)

acowar spoilers

Okay but Rhys telling Feyre, “I love you. I love you” as she’s draining him of his magic, has to be one of the saddest parts of the book, because Rhys knows he dying, but he’s willing to die to ensure his mate and friends survive and have a peaceful life. And he just keeps whispering it over and over to her, because he just wants to make sure she know that that’s the last thing she heard before he died. That he loved her😭

When you were asked about your plans for the future for the first time, you hadn’t even had your first day of school yet and there were dozens of szenarios in your head of how you’d spend your life.
It took a few years for your dreams to be shaped, until the vary shadows formed contours and you could answer with a small smile playing around your lips whenever someone asked you about that time which still felt so far ahead.
However, in middle school, you had to realize that life wouldn’t be as easy as you had thought before; that many of the things you had once dreamed of would never be possible but then, new ideas started to form in your head and when your friends told you about the subjects their older siblings were studying at university, you almost couldn’t wait to grow up and follow your dreams.
In high school, you had learned about your abilities and the topics you’re interested in, what you are good at and which issues you would rather avoid.
Now, when you were asked about your plans for the future, you could answer with several opportunities lying ahead of you and you’d talk about the cities where you would have liked to study. Graduating no longer seemed out of reach nor sight but still far enough away to not worry about details or feel the need to have your whole life planned out.
But then senior year comes around.
The first weeks, even months, still feel relatively normal, compared to high school, even though more and more people around you have a concrete idea of what they will do after they graduate.
But in the beginning, it’s still possible to laugh it all off, to shrug your shoulders and form an alliance of carelessness with those who feel as lost as you do when it comes to the future.
And you begin to remember all those dreams you once had, especially those who will never truly leave your mind and you cannot stop asking yourself whether it would actually be possible for you to follow them;
if maybe, just maybe, you are really free to achieve whatever you want.
Yet, it is still easy to forget about it all by focusing on the tasks ahead, the final exams and the preparations for the last educational events you’ll ever witness with these people who have been a part of your life for so long.
It’s not hard to simply surpress your worries and fears but then the end of this final year in school comes closer and closer until all the ‘last times’ are beginning.
The last time studying for an exam, the last presentation or the last movie you’ll watch bored to death while doodling on your paper.
But also the last free period spent outside in the sun with the people who mean the world to you, laughing until there are tears in your eyes and your ribs hurt, the last time being late to class because all of you rather stay in the car to finish singing this one song, the last time of ever laughing about a joke of that funny kid in your math class.
And then, suddenly, there is only one week left until you will all go separate ways, hoping that your paths will cross again someday and you cannot possibly understand that this part of your life, which seemed endless back when you were eight, will actually come to an end.
—  // and it is when you are standing on that hill behind the building, looking over the place where you spent almost your whole life, that you realize that it might just be true what people say;
that good things have to come to an end to make room for even greater adventures
j.d.m.

It’s here! I finally have my hands on a copy! Ours were delayed in the UK for some reason I don’t even know.

It’s so very surreal to leaf through the real thing, but most of all I’m really, really proud to have been a part of it. I think it turned out lovely and I’m allowing myself a moment to not nit-pick at my own work and just enjoy it :)

These books, Sarah herself and all of you have changed my life and it’s been lovely to hear from so many of you about this.

OH! And I can finally say the Inner Circle piece is in the colouring book! It’s one of my favourite pieces I’ve done and was never drawn for the purpose of the book, but it’s found a home there anyway.

<3

Guess what musical did I see in the theater last Friday

darling, you are my sun, my moon, my stars. you are a whole god damn galaxy.
—  and i’m just a wanderer, travelling through every part of you and admiring the beauty that you are.