i made this ages ago but never posted it

sonicyouth93 replied:

“i made a #metoo post on FB an hour ago and within the first 5 minutes someone i know in real life just commented “LOL” i literally fucking hate people”

honestly i could never make a #MeToo post on facebook and it’s not because the movement is dumb or anything but in my opinion, why the fuck would i want to let men in my life know that vulnerable piece of information or give anybody the opportunity to roll their eyes at my trauma. like in a way it is slightly redundant like… 1 in 3 women over the age of 16 in the UK (where i live) have been sexually assaulted. 1 in 3 women in the US will be killed by a male family member or spouse. like men already fucking know that we die by their hands and that they rape and abuse and get away with it time after time. posting it on facebook feels like fuel for whoever already fucking hates me.

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I know they say that the space between
Can make it stronger than we’ve ever seen
They might be right but I disagree
‘Cause I’ve
never felt stronger than when you’re with me 

within the wires (a hester/oleta fanmix) 

this is a story about the smell of cedar, about lakes for lungs, and what it’s like to be trapped in the institute

listen on: 8tracks   spotify


blood bank - bon iver
that secret that you know/that you don’t know how to tell/it fucks with your honor/and it teases your head 
open - regina spektor 
i am down the road and up the hill/i wait for you still/wires ‘round my fingers
female robbery - the neighbourhood
praying to whatever is in heaven/please send me a felon
let me in - snow mine
how did i get back into this mess/i kept telling myself the temptations would do me in 
cedarsmoke - sea wolf
///////////////////////////////
landfill - daughter
this is/torturous electricity between both of us/and this is/dangerous cuz i want you so much/but i hate your guts
bright, so to blind me - brent arnold
and when i awoke/there was no one beside me
satellite - sara hartman
i could love you if you let me/but love, you gotta let me

Pansmione oneshot.

I wrote this ages ago but I thought I may as well post it, instead of just letting it sit in a doc so here we go, some post war pansmione! Also posted here http://archiveofourown.org/works/10509411


Hermione drummed her fingers against her desk and for the third time in the last five minutes, wondered what she had done to deserve to be partnered with Pansy bloody Parkinson. Joining the unspeakables was fun and all, and Pansy did get a case solved quickly, but honestly, she never shut up. There was a 1001 puns Hermione would have made about Miss.Chatterbox becoming an unspeakable if she were Ron, but alas she was not, and though they had split on good terms, it was still slightly awkward between them.

“…and then Draco tried to tell me that I looked good in pink, and of course I told him that nobody looked good in pink, so then of course he said that he looked god in pink, so obviously I-”

Blah blah blah. That’s all really Hermione heard. It was so annoying but Hermione liked Pansy, and since Draco and Harry had got together, and Hermione had split with Ron she was nearly always with them,  but Hermione really really just wanted Pansy to shut up. She was perched on Hermione’s desk, making it impossible for Hermione to do the paperwork, which Pansy refused to even look at, and Hermione had to grit her teeth in order to not scream.

Pansy had a nice voice, in a way. It was high pitched, and a little bit snobbish but it was quite a soothing voice. If it wasn’t for the fact she was still going on about how she wanted to wear red and Draco wanted her to wear pink, or something along those lines anyway. Hermione wasn’t really sure if Pansy could look bad in any colour, considering she always looked perfect. But then again, she had never seen Pansy wear pink, and after meeting Umbridge, Hermione did wonder if anyone could look nice in pink.

“…So what do you think?”

“About what?” Asked Hermione, trying to pretend like she had been listening to whatever Pansy had been jabbering on about.

“My tits.”

Hermione’s eyes widened. “Pardon?”

“Always the one of many words, Granger. My tits, blue tits you know the one that Draco said he liked?” Hermione blinked at her and Pansy rolled her eyes. “Shall I get him some?”

“What does Draco need blue tits for?”

“For the summer garden party, duh.” Sighed Pansy, rolling his eyes as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Then again, if Hermione had been listening instead of just staring at Pansy it would have probably made sense.

Hermione sighed. “If you roll your eyes any more, they’re going to roll out of your head.”

“That’s impossible Granger, I wish you could hear how stupid you sound.”

And Hermione started laughing because she wasn’t the one who’d been talking about tits and clothes when they had work to do. So she said just that:

“You’re the one who’s been talking about stupid nonsense, when we’re supposed to be working.”

Pansy sniffed and looked offended. “Well if I’m that boring, I’ll be going then.” Pansy hopped off Hermione’s desk and made her way over to her own. Hermione sighed and followed her, holding Pansy’s arm – who was refusing to look her in the eye.

“I don’t mean it like that Pansy.”

“No no, I get it. Hermione Granger is too good for idle chit-chat with me, a lowly -”

Pansy was cut off as Hermione firmly, but softly, pressed his lips to Pansy’s, trapping her between Hermione and the desk, which was pressed against Pansy’s lower back. A million thoughts were running through Hermione’s mind, most of them being ‘why?’ and the other half being ‘wow!’, when Pansy gasped slightly, and began responding with as much enthusiasm as she gave to talking. Pansy then wrapped her arms around Hermione’s neck, pulling her in closer. Only when Hermione was sure she needed air did she pull away. Pansy was panting, her lipstick smudged, her shirt mussed and her skirt riding up her thigh. Hermione wondered if it was the lack of air that had made her breathless after all.

“You can’t just kiss me to shut me up, you know?” Smiled Pansy

“Hmm,” said Hermione, pretending to think, “but your mouth is so much better at kissing.” Pansy laughed and pulled Hermione close again.

jeannettegray  asked:

Have you ever drawn a humanized Starscream, or Skywarp, or Thundercracker, or Soundwave, or Megatron? I'd be really curious to see your take on what they might look like as humans (even if there already is a canon holomatter avatar of Megatron, holomatter avatars can completely change at any time since they are a reflection of your inner self. Ultra Magnus' started looking like Verity after he made friends with her. So Megatron's could look completely different at different times in his life).

I have! I have a humanformers tag actually, though they’re 90% comfort zone portraits.

I have Mad Max-inspired ladyformers Starscream and TC ->

I also have this unfinished male Starscream that I never posted

There’s another lady!Starscream sketch….thing??? that I don’t think I ever posted here

And also this lady!Jazz that’s also been in sketch hell forever

and last but not least some Starscream sketches i did AGES AGO (read as in, possibly 2015, maybe earlier, I don’t remember, but they were kind of fun - I call the middle one Starley Quinn)

I do hope to get to draw more creative humanformer designs that aren’t portraits in the future though, because I desperately need the practice.

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to say cheers for running this magnificent blog! I'm in love with everything you post— extremely convenient for the youngin's who were still in diapers when these articles were published. Keep up the good work, starshine ♡ (I'm also 22. Loved My Chem 13 years ago & I still love them today. The anon who made being over the age of 18 seem like a bad thing can suck it.)

It never fails to make me happy to know the blog is bringing happiness to others, so thank you for taking the time to write! ❤️

And yes, they can suck it. But if they were trying to make me feel bad (or others), it failed with me because when you’re the same age (or slightly younger), than the band you love, how is that supposed to make you feel wrong?

When you’re a certain age, you can’t imagine ever being, say, 30 (I went into mourning when I turned 22, that’s how fucked up society made me about aging). But then you reach it and you find out, huh, it’s really just like 29 except people take you a tad more seriously. I was actually glad to finally reach 30 and get it over with, I was so sick of the pressure society and the media puts on people to stay 21 or younger forever. There was no mourning like when I turned 22. There was a party.

Just always keep a sense of humor about age:

-Mama Odie