I’m the captain of that class, she was just there to pass/ask me how to pass.
I talk way too much and am the senior that’s been through every inch of American History and American political science. The hegemon.
God, this sounds arrogant, but I don’t know how else to phrase it. I got a perfect score on my last two tests and I only studied an hour or so for each.
I mean, I’m not like ‘smart smart,’ but I am uniquely good at American history/politics and expressing myself about them. For very very complicated reasons I won’t go into, I cried when I read the declaration of independence when I was 16 and have been knee deep in the stuff since then.
Anyway, that would be cute, but she was just like ‘I want to pass,’ and ‘this is the girl that the teacher compliments whenever she talks,’ ect.
No. No. Fuck you. Fuck you to all the hateful anons that attack @imagineham.
I can’t believe how many ignorant and blatantly stupid people there are, sending you unnecessary rude and stupid asks.
Fuck them. They have zero place in your blog, and I can’t believe that they keep coming.
Stop making Steph feel like a shit person. She is not, absolutely not and will most likely never be. She is one of the kindest people I met here on the Internet, and that means a lot because most of my friends here on are kind.
Fuck you to all of you who are saying she wants a lot of feedback, compliments, attention whatever.
You know what. Even if she solely asked for people to compliment her, IT’S FINE. She deserves it. In fact. It’s absolutely normal that people enjoy hearing good stuff about themselves. It’s normal that people like compliments and it helps them build up their confidence.
It’s even okay to not want any criticism! THAT WOULD BE OKAY TOO,YOU HEAR ME. NOT EVERYONE LIKES CRITISM. I’M ONE OF THE PEOPLE AND I’LL OPENLY SAY THIS. I can’t deal with it very well and therefore only accept it when it comes from mutuals.
Are you fucking braindead? What is wrong with you people?
Why are you picking on someone who’s never done anything to you but writing lovely fics and asking you for feedback you shit head?
I dare you haters, anyone. Come off anon and tell me your problem, and I’m gonna piss into your apple juice.
Because honestly, like I already said, Steph is just a really sweet person and the way you make her feel gets on my nerves.
She deserves nothing but the best. Nothing.
You fucking pricks.
Not gonna lie I cried a bit scrolling through her blog this morning.
His deep hearty chuckle rings out.
His chest vibrates against mine as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me
closer to his full weight is resting on me. “I guess you really are an alpha.”
I hesitantly respond, “So you
It takes him a minute to stop
laughing to answer, “No Love I’m not mad. I kind of take it as a compliment.”
“It means you accept me, even your
alpha side. You actually want me,” He holds me even tighter. “I was scared for
a minute that you didn’t want us.”
“Of course I do.”
We lay there for a while, wrapped
around each while Kris’s knot continues to shrink. Neither of us says anything,
until there is a quiet knock at the door. I tense.
“Shit,” Kris groans, “I was
supposed to get you for lunch.”
“You did a great job of that,” I
chuckle, taking a deep breath I try to figure out who is on the other side of
the door but all I can smell is Kris. “Who is out there? I can’t tell.”
“It’s Tao. We will be down a few
minutes,” He tells both me and the other man.
“I can’t go down there after this!”
I cover my face that is burning with embarrassment.
“Getting shy again aren’t you? Why
am I the only one to see you bare your teeth huh? As much as I love having you
to myself if you don’t open up to the others is going to be hard on all of us.
So come on love, show them that fiest,” He kisses the top of my head.
“I will, I still don’t want to go
down there right now, could I bathe first?”
“Oh of course! I’m sorry, I should
have offered that first. Lets go jump in the shower quick!” With me still
wrapped in his arms he jumps up and scurries across the room into the bathroom.
I cling to him as he kicks off his pants and flips on the shower head. He
chuckles at the sight of my wide eyes, the water pours down from the ceiling
like rain, it would be a lie to say I’m not amazed. “New, huh?”
“Since when do they make showers
like these?” I muse as I stick my hand out to feel the steaming water.
“These are pretty common in nicer
houses now a days, but I guess you aren’t used to any kind of plumbing or
I shake my head, “You would be
right, I know the basics, lights, toilets, showers, baths. I know about TVs and
cellphones but I’ve never actually used one.”
“That is so strange.”
“You could definitely say I’ve had
a strange life.”
He nods but doesn’t add more. He
gently sets me down and we separate, it leaves an empty feeling in my chest. My
arms curl around my small frame in an attempt to keep the sudden chill creeping
up on me away even under the hot stream of water. Kris notices and once again
wraps himself around me, “Are you okay?”
“Why is it so cold?” I grumble
snuggling closer to him.
“It’s the mark,” He explains, “That
connection you felt before is going to become a lot more intense, but not with
just me, with everyone. So you will want to be closer, both physically and
mentally, with everyone.”
“This goes both ways right?”
“Of course,” His hold on me tightens,
“Though it’s a bit more infuriating on this end because I will be fighting for
your affection against my brothers. So you will notice we might get a bit more
“As long as I get to see my pack I
don’t have much of a problem.”
He groans, “Fine.” We wash up
quickly followed by Kris gently drying me off with a towel, his eyes fixated on
my back. “So are you going to tell us how you got those?”
I sigh, “I already did. Years of
abuse and torture in a slave army, I wasn’t just trying to be mean earlier,
that was the truth.”
“But I mean specifics,” His finger
runs down one of the longer scars, “Like this one, how did you get this one?”
“If I am thinking of the right one
it’s from getting to mouthy with one of my superiors. They were being
particularly brutal on one group of new soldiers and I was an idiot and stepped
into say something. There should be three other marks along with it, maybe a
bit smaller, for each boy I defended.”
He is silent for a moment before
his fingers started dancing around my back again, “And this one?” His fingers
land near my shoulder.
I have to actually look this time
to know, he is pointing to two little marks that are only half, on the front of
my shoulder the marks are mirrored. “It’s a bad bite mark, the wolf was ripped
away from me so the mark isn’t clear but he took a good chunk of flesh, hurt
like a bitch.” I grimace at the memory.
“Were you in battle?”
I nod, “Well sort of, three wolves
only a few years younger than me, that were in our squad, tried to rise up and
our general saw how tempted the rest of us were and gave us the option to die
with them or kill them ourselves. We chose the latter, they were stupid kids
who didn’t know their place, and didn’t have the mentality to be a soldier.”
“Do you feel guilty at all?”
I close my eyes for a minute and
shake my head, “We did those boys a favor. If those boys had been executed by
anyone else it would have not been as nice.”
“I’m sorry for asking.”
“It’s a great warm up for telling
“Only tell them what you are
“I’m not really comfortable telling
anyone how I slaughtered people but it’s going to come up.”
“I guess you are right.”
“Now lets get dressed so I can talk
to my mates.”
He chuckles, “Okay, give me a
minute.” He walks away to his closet, returning a moment later with another
t-shirt and boxers. “We will need to go shopping for you.”
“Why? I have my two outfits, that’s
all I need.”
“Two?” He stares dumbstruck, “You
only have two outfits?”
“I’m a wanderer, I can only have
what I can carry, blankets and food are much more important than extra
“I know you are right but still
that is so strange for a girl your age, I mean the age you look.”
“I thought we already discussed
that I am not your average omega.”
He nods, “We did, I’m sorry. This
is going to take some getting used to. Speaking of which they should be
watching TV by now if you would like to watch one.”
“Really?” I pull on the clothes he
gives me and rush out the door. He his right on my tail as I run down stairs
and into the living area they are usually in. The window is closed but I
suddenly find myself freezing. But I ignore it for a moment at the sight of
massive colorful screen hanging from the ceiling. I’m not sure what is
happening on the screen but the colorful picture captivates me. It’s sunrise in
a big city with tall buildings, something I have only seen in the pictures
Namjoon has in his books. Two small bars appear in the corner of the screen and
the image stays.
“Insoo?” Yixing’s voice breaks me
out of my trance, he is standing up near the couch, wringing his hands
nervously. I now notice that everyone is staring at me.
“Why isn’t it moving?” I point to
They all seem so confused by my
question until Kris leans in the doorway, “She has never seen a TV before.”
“Really?” Jongdae questions.
I nod, “Can you make it move?”
He nods this time, snatching a
little black box out of Suho’s hands and pressing a button on it. A grin
spreads on my face as the view continues on, circling the beautiful city.
“Where is this?” I wonder sitting
down on the floor as I continue stare.
“New York,” Luhan answers, sitting
on the edge of his seat so he could be closer to me. Kyungsoo is in between him
and I, and like the older man he scoots closer.
“New York,” I echo back. “I want to
“Really?” Kris questions, “I don’t
think you are ready for that yet. You should probably ride in a car first
before we work out way up to a plane.”
“Insoo?” Yixing calls again.
He gulps, “Can we talk?”
“I don’t really want to talk to you
right now. I would much rather talk to Jongin.”
The tan boy across the room looks
absolutely frightened, “Me?”
I nod, “Yes, we have a problem. You
attacked a member of my pack and just like how you would take that as
disrespect, I take it the same way. It is as if you had your teeth digging into
my throat, I’ve been bitted multiple times, it is not a good feeling so you can
understand my anger.”
He stands up and take a few steps
closer so we are on either end of the coffee table, “Please, you have to know
it was my alpha taking control. I was insane to tackle you like that and I’m
sorry I bit that pup but he came at me-”
I jump to my feet and rush over to
him before he can react. Without any hesitation I punch him across the face
knocking him on to his ass. The rest of the room watches with wide eyes at the
sight in front of them. “He was trying to protect me! You guys have no idea
what I have had to do to keep that boy away from any pain that I knew and it is
always you who tries to rub it in his face. That boy has never done anything
wrong so don’t you try to blame him!”
“Insoo,” Kris warns from the
doorway, not yet ready to step in.
I unclench my fist and let my hands
drop to my side, “I am not sorry for giving you the karma you deserve for
hurting my pup. I am not sorry, nor will I ever be, for knocking you on your
ass. But I will give you the benefit of the doubt and not hate you. Now stop
staring at me like I have an arm growing out of my forehead and stand up.”
“You forgive me?”
“No.” I snap quickly, “But I’m
giving you the chance to earn my forgiveness, and you better pray that my pup
doesn’t have mark on him.”
“Thank you!” He surprises me by
wrapping himself around me. I return the action.
“You are such a strange man. How
can you be so scary but so cute?”
“Trust me,” Kris muses, “He isn’t
like that with just you.”
“Does this mean you aren’t mad at
me either?” Yixing tries again.
“Yes, it does,” I sigh, “As long as
you prove that I can trust you. I don’t want to share my heart with you if you
are just going to ignore everything in it. If I look to you for help, I expect
you to be there, okay?”
He nods eagerly.
“Great.” I look to Kris, “How is
that for baring my teeth?”
@terusmom mmeans a lot to me.. she is very supportive and caring.. even if she does not realize iit.. from what i have heard.. she is a very good writer…! and sshe is a good artist, ttoo.. her art style is very unique… and she helps ppeople get away from people who like bad things.. and- she is very loyal to all of her friends…! and she is also hhonest to people most of the time when they make mistakes, so that they can not do it again.. she is also very kind wwith her compliments.. and does not overuse them so they mean things to people.. i love her…! a lot..
“I would my Lord…if you would kindly interrupt me less.”
“What are you implying by that?”
“That you are a distraction beyond measure.”
Magnus smirked. “I know not if that is a compliment or insult.”
“I know better than to insult a Primarch.” she replied as she redirected her thoughts from the man standing before her to the aetheric powers she was trying to draw energy from.
“There are times I wonder if you actually mean that.”
“Enumerations.” Karimah closed her eyes as she tapped into her abilities and attempted the feat once more and ignoring her Primarch’s banter. He was being particularly a bit of a pain today having her do this. He’s normally more patient with her when he trains her.
Not today, for some very odd reason.
She felt the energy surge through her, and slowly but surely, the Prosperan Remembrancer felt her form expand. It was a slow process that made every fiber of her muscle and every surface of her skin tingle. It was not unpleasant but it felt very odd. She took a deep breath, eyes shut even tighter as her body grew vertically and proportionately in the painstaking process that was biomancy. After what felt like long, arduous minutes she stopped growing, noting that her aetheric energy seemed to have maxed out. When she opened her eyes, she noted that she had grown almost a full meter from what she normally stood. She had now reached to the Primarch’s chest, as before she barely made it past his waistline.
“Not bad.” Magnus nodded approvingly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Not bad at all, Mistress Tahrik.”
“Thank you, My Lord.” she smiled at her accomplishment.
“Would you mind standing on your tiptoes for a minute or so?” he requested as he looked down at her.
Curious as to his gracious order she stood on her tiptoes and balanced as well as she could. Before she could inquire as to his purpose, the Primarch had bent down to plant a gentle kiss on her partly open mouth.
This lasted for a minute, perhaps a little more, before he pulled away with a mischievous grin on his mouth.
She scrunched her face as she got off her toes and stood flat on her feet. “Is this why you were so insistent on my mastering this biomancy technique???” she demanded as she crossed her arms on her chest.
“Every mastered technique has its purpose.” the Primarch retorted in a bit of a jest. “Besides…its easier on my back.”
Karimah rose on her tiptoes again, pulling the Primarch by his cape and making him bend down to meet her lips with his. She laughed a little before she did, figuring out that this probably wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
Yesterday I hit 500 followers?! I know this may not seem like a big number, but this is a huge milestone for me, and I’m extremely thankful and grateful to everyone who has followed me and helped me reach this goal <33
Tomorrow I will be going on a family vacation, so that means that I will be having somewhat of a hiatus for a week. I may still reblog posts, but I will not be posting any original content. Sooo, hopefully this celebration will make up for my absence this week :D
Recently I have been giving a lot of people compliments and I’ve told a lot of people how much they mean to me.
My anxiety has been a prick, and I’ll have a heart attack every time I tell people nice things and just TALK, but it has made me feel like a better person and it has given me a lot of happiness that I make people smile.
Nina Zenik is my forever fave but also Inej Ghafa and my favorite scenes are those including the both of them, esp when they're saying goodbye and they talk about having saved each other's lives like wow fuck me up fam
omg ur url is aboslutely amazing. your theme is so cute??? i mean frankly your entire blog is so cute… like its just happiness and makes me feel all nice inside??? like i think it might be your theme’s effect cause like while ur content is great its not like its 100% rainbows and butterflies lol but ur theme makes everything kinda nice and happy!
Literally the only like a few things I Can Appreciate about Dean.
Okay I know there’s some lets see he’s an expert at being a fucking tool, he’s mastered the art of fucking up his foster children’s mental health…and oh fuck how could i forget he’s really really good at bEING A DICK
But in all seriousness
1. he’s very believable, consistent, realistic and easy to imagine “shitty father figure”. This may be more of a compliment to Mars and her story-telling ability than Dean himself, but overall Dean is (sadly) the antagonist that shows up in a lot of people lives?? That makes his character as a whole at least TWICE as more effective because he’s so believable. On that note he’s also really fucking easy to hatE JESUS
2. If Dean didn’t exist neither would this blog??? I mean he’s the literal physical embodiment of a “shit foster father who has no respect for his wife and just no general morals for anybody god what a shithead” but if he didn’t exist we wouldn’t have this beautiful, accepting platform on which to hate the fuck out of him??? Thank you Dean for doing what you do best. Being a piece of moldy bread.
Why am I to afraid to ask things with my name showing? Like, the introvert/extrovert question and this super akward compliment and a few other questions came all from me but I am terrified of the idea that I say something stupid and then you ( who probably doesn't even remember me) think of me as a creep. Whoops and now I feel odd again. Sorry for writing this much byyye.
First of all: Of course I remember you, dear! You are kind and lovely and I don’t know how other people think about this but to me it always means a lot if someone isn’t just here for the stuff I write (which is of course great as well) but also sees me as a person. You are in no way a creep and I really hope that my blog will at some point be a place where no one feels the need to hide their face! You can always message me, other than send an ask, but take your time, I just want you to know that I appreciate every single one of you so much.
This morning I woke up to several panicked
messages from friends letting me know that somebody had tweeted a drawing of
mine, claimed that it was their own, and that Phil had ‘liked’ this stolen
artwork on twitter:
This person not only had the gall to upload
it and suggest that they’d made it, but they also criticised the way I had
drawn his face and then accepted compliments from other people, as seen in this
This drawing means a lot to me. Ready
Player One has been my favourite novel for four years now, and I was thrilled when
Phil first mentioned it in one of his liveshows. It’s not a particularly
well-known book, and it made me so happy to hear that Phil also enjoyed it.
I spent nine hours on that drawing. Nine
hours hunched over that damn graphics tablet with a cramping hand and shoulders.
I constantly redrew the pose even though I suck at anatomy because I wanted it
to be perfect. I worked right into the early hours of the morning because I didn’t
want to stop. I was so excited. I knew that Phil would enjoy this drawing.
The only other time I’ve been noticed by
Dan or Phil was in 2015, when I tweeted another artwork at Phil. He ‘liked’ it
and I almost had a heart attack. It was
an incredible feeling and I wanted to feel that again.
Everybody here knows how difficult it is to be noticed by Dan and Phil. Most
people never get it. I was certain that this artwork would be recognised, and I
was correct. It just wasn’t in the way that I wanted it to be.
The art thief deleted the tweet after being
called out (they haven’t apologised or answered any of my messages yet), and I’ve
posted my drawing again in an attempt to have it rightfully credited to me. Despite
my best efforts, I doubt that Phil will see it again, or, if he does, I don’t
know whether he’ll act. The pride and accomplishment that I felt after
completing this drawing has been marred by this shitty, talentless person with
low self-esteem and weak ethics. And what happened to me isn’t an isolated
Take, for example, @phantheraglama and @maddox-rider’s constant struggle with people who repost their art. Or when @arctoids and @incaseyouart
discovered that their work was traced and used in Dan’s The Urge video. I was there when @pinofs found themselves in a
situation similar to mine, when Dan liked a tweet from someone who traced their
It’s not limited to ‘art’ artists either. Some of my friends, @phansdick, @insanityplaysfics and @crescendohowell have their incredible phanfiction
reposted constantly. @moaninghowell, @themostfuniveverhad and @moonlitdan’s edits
have been stolen and posted, too. And this isn’t everyone. These are only the
people I’m aware of, and the ones who are lucky enough to have had their plight
seen by others. There are many, many other artists who don’t have enough
followers to be noticed, or who never get the recognition they deserve because
the thief has more followers than they do, and anything they say is
overshadowed by that.
After scouring through copyright and code
of conduct laws for various social media, I’ve learnt that unfortunately there
is nothing you can really do except report the problem and hope that staff are
able to delete the offending post. Since most phan artists don’t actually legally
buy a copyright, we are completely reliant on the decency of others to prevent
art theft from occurring. Most of the phandom is great and works to support
artists, but unfortunately, the bad eclipses the good. The ‘good’ majority is
irrelevant when there are ‘bad’ people out there, doing bad things.
So how do you stop this from happening? You
can’t. There are, however, ways to make it harder for people to actually steal
your art, a lesson I wish I had taken to heart before this happened.
1. Put your watermark in a
noticeable place and make it your username, not your actual name. Write it
somewhere that has a distinctive pattern or colours that are hard to replicate
so that nobody can brush over it easily.
2. Specify in your caption what
you’d like done with your art. Every artist is different – some are okay with
people reposting their art with credit, others aren’t. Make sure you tell
people what you want, as many people repost things with the good intention of
getting it more recognition.
3. If all else (including nicely
messaging them) fails, report the shit out of the person.
And to anyone who has ever stolen art, know
this: Your way of getting recognised by Dan and Phil is crap. Any reblog, like,
note or compliment that you get is OURS. None of that goodness is directed to
you. You have done nothing but shit on the hard work and achievements of other
people. You’re the scum of the phandom.
I think that Vic, from @incaseyouart,
phrased it really well: It takes many years to develop a fine skill such as
drawing, because to learn is to develop your style by referencing other artists
and material. Tracing and reposting someone’s image, and other forms of art
theft, are cheap ways of reproducing art. It is plagiarism of great effort. Not
only does it steal from the original artist’s feelings of accomplishment and
pride over their creation, it also discourages proper skill development. Do not
repost, create. Do not steal, learn.
I hope that we can start up a discussion
about art theft again. I really don’t want anyone else to go through this
stressful and disheartening experience.
Update: The person has apologised and seems to regret what they’ve done. Phil also liked my post on Twitter again! Thanks to everyone who helped, and Phil for seeing the issue and fixing it :) Even though this was a win for me, unfortunately art theft is still a huge issue. Let’s not forget that.
i just want to choose something small every day to fall in love with. how often do i really just like… study the heck out of a sunbeam. learn a new word and find out how to use it, teach it to others. watch birds because birds are nice. find a new favorite color. to find out something about each person in my life to compliment them on that’s genuine and better than “you’re pretty,” i mean realizing they always get water for other people before they sit down at lunch or how neat their notes are or how they always have a good pun. i want to listen harder and talk a little less and say more important stuff. and i want to watch out for stuff to just obsess over like a cool cloud or a tree and just. learn stuff from people. ask more questions about how her hair is so silky and just. fall in love with everybody.