i mean really the glasses thing

slavic languages gothic

You see a sentence written in cyrillic. Some of the letters are familiar. You see the meaning shimmering underneath the surface. You almost grasp it, but it slips away. The letters on the page mock you silently.

You know this Czech word. You’ve already learnt it in Polish. It is not the same word. It is a grave insult. Your slavic friends are shocked and embarassed for you when they hear you speak it.

There is a sentence in Croatian. There is a sentence in Serbian. There is a sentence in Bosnian. They are all the same sentence.

You have to write about your day in Slovak. You spend the night polishing the draft. You fail your assigment. It’s written in Czech. You don’t know Czech.

P is not what it seems. You have to remember that.

The Croatian sentence does not mean what the Bosnian sentence means. They both mean the same in Serbian.

That word has a diminutive. The diminutive has its own diminutive. The diminutive of the diminutive also has a diminutive. Nobody knows what the final diminutive of a word is. Some say the knowledge had been lost in centuries past and matrioshkas are the echo, the tangible warning left for us to remember. No living creature should hold the means of diminishing something into nonexistence.
Others say you may still find some of them in old soviet textbooks, if you dare to look in abandoned schools of Chernobyl.

Someone is speaking to you. Is that a he or a she? You aren’t sure. It’s an abstract concept. Why does it have gender.

You see a word in a dictionary. It has seventeen letters and only one vowel. You close the dictionary very carefully not looking at the phonetic transcription. The shape of it haunts you in your sleep. You wake up face damp with tears, a bitter taste on your tongue. The clock blinks 3:03AM. You do not dare look up that word again.

This word means the same thing in the five slavic languages you’re familiar with. You use it in the sixth one. That word does not exist in this language. It never did. There is now a word-shaped void in the fabric of this language. The natives look at you uneasily. There is a new quality to the silence and your palms start to sweat.

H is not H. H is not H. H is not H. H is not H.

One day you flip through your dictionary. A page is missing. What was the word? You can’t remember. There is pressure building at the back of your head. The clock blinks 3:03AM.

You write my name is in cyrillic. There are shadows dancing on the walls. They grow longer with each letter you write down. It is not cyrillic you’re using. You keep writing my name is. The shadows now bleed from the tip of your pen. It’s irrelevant. You need to remember the right letters.

N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not… If only you could remember the letters. The letters are important. What was it, that wasn’t N?

There are nine different prefixes you can add to a verb to change its meaning. There are fifty three different suffixes you have to add to a verb to make it work. In the end the only thing left of the original is a vague shape of one of its middle consonants. You can feel the anguish radiating from the verb’s mutialted form. A desperate sob escapes through your clenched teeth. You’re so, so sorry, you didn’t meant to. You didn’t. It doesn’t matter.

You now read a text in Russian. You’ve never learnt Russian. Why are you reading that text? The words burn your eyes, the meaning searing your mind.

There’s a shot of vodka in front of you. You don’t drink alcohol. You don’t care. All existence is meaningless, your soul’s in eternal pain. A broken matrioshka lays at your feet. There is no salvation, she says boring into your eyes. You open your mouth to answer, but there is only a burst of harsh rustle. It dies in whispering echoes a moment later. Your glass is empty again.

I’ve been reading a lot of classic rock (McLennon) fanfic and I’ve noticed that while you’re all very talented writers, a lot of you just don’t know much about LSD. So I thought I’d make a post with all the basics:

-LSD is also referred to as Acid (dropping acid, tripping acid) blotter, Jesus, microdots (dots), zen, California sunshine (cali), heavenly blue, tab, dragon, window pane, and paper mushrooms

-people who do a lot of LSD are called acid heads, acid freaks, cheer leaders, and day trippers

-LSD and PCP (also known as angel dust) have some similar effects, but are different drugs with different highs. Make sure you’re not actually describing PCP when writing acid trips!

-LSD is completely odorless and tasteless

-LSD is most commonly taken by soaking a little piece of paper in it and holding it under your tongue, and dropping it into a sugar cube and letting it melt on your tongue.

-it’s extremely dangerous to mix LSD and other drugs. But a lot of people mix it with xanax (it is dangerous tho. Keep that in mind while writing)

-LSD takes 30 minutes- an hour to completely set in

-it’s not like weed where the high only lasts like 2 hours. LSD lasts from 5(at the VERY least) to 12 hours and it’s a VERY intense high

-it takes another hour or two to come back down. This time isn’t very pleasant. Everything looks like it’s made of plastic and you don’t feel real. You’re not actively hallucinating but things feel off. It’s not uncommon to have an anxiety attack

-the first time you trip on LSD, the coming down part might take up to a few days. But by the second time it probably won’t

-not every trip is a good trip

-if you take LSD while unhappy or anxious. there’s an 80% chance you’ll have a bad trip. So it’s not realistic for your muse to drop acid when sad to cheer up

-bad trips are REALLY BAD good trips are REALLY GOOD

-you can have a good trip that turns bad. And you can have a bad trip that turns good (but it’s less likely)

-music sounds really fucking good on LSD

-you become really sensitive to touch and texture. Even a brush of fingertips on your arm is electrifying. I remember stroking my girlfriends hair and it felt like water running between my fingers and pooling in my hand.

-getting an orgasm might literally send you into another universe

-any hallucination you have will be a reaction to something around you. For example if you’re staring up at a starry sky you might feel yourself swimming through the sky. If you’re in a room with floral wallpaper flowers might start growing from your fingertips

-things get really distorted in size and multiply. If you’re looking at someone’s face one of their eyes might be growing while the other one shrinks. And they might have 4 heads instead of one

-hallucinations don’t follow any rules of the universe. Be as creative as you want to when writing them

-people tend retain their memories of hallucinations to an extent. It’s unlikely that you’d wake up after a trip with absolutely no memories of what happened

-It’s not safe to trip with no one sober around. You might think you can fly and jump off a building. Or walk into the middle of the road without realizing it. So if your muse only takes drugs responsibility keep this in mind

-people don’t usually move around too much while tripping.

-you lose all sense of time. I always think I was only high for a few minutes when in reality it was 7 hours. Some people feel like they were on it for years

-you can’t really hold a conversation when tripping. You really are in your own universe

-there are no physical affects of LSD. I’m sorry if your health class lied to you. It doesn’t make you physically sick at all

-it’s a cliche but yes, people often see god (tho I haven’t yet)

-tripping with someone you love can be very romantic, but in a weird way

-hallucinations are weird, but you don’t really notice that they’re weird until you’re not high anymore. Don’t write your muse as being surprised or confused about what they’re seeing

-bad trips might include things like feeling yourself die over and over again, your face shattering like glass, spiders crawling out of your mouth/all over your body, being on fire, seeing the devil, things like that.

-colors effect you a lot. They’re not necessarily brighter but they are …enhanced? It’s kinda hard to describe to people with no drug experience but colors have more meaning to you and you really notice them. If your muse is looking into their lovers brown eyes they’ll notice that brown

-I ate some ice cream while tripping once and I didn’t taste anything. I’m not sure if this is what it’s like for everyone but that’s my experience

That’s all I can think to tell you at the moment!! Thank you for reading I hope this helped. And if you have any questions don’t be afraid to ask me!

The Types and Their Level of Scariness
  • <p> <b>INTJ:</b> At first they might seem worrisome because of their intense stare and nihilistic sentiments, but all it takes is one harsh critique about something important to them and they'll crumble. Their bark is infinitely worse than their bite. Will write a series of salty "blind item" blog entries about you for months. 6/10; too passive-aggressive to be truly scary.<p/><b>INFJ:</b> Hard to get to know, but when they like you, they REALLY like you and you'd better not do anything to break their trust because all of those warm, fuzzy feelings will 180 into pure end-times-level wrath. If you've ever encountered an angry INFJ, you've seen the face of the devil himself. 10/10; scary af<p/><b>ENTJ:</b> While they're capable of verbally disemboweling someone they dislike, they won't actually come after you unless they're bored and feel like starting drama for shits and giggles. Threw a punch once and didn't like it too much. Will tell you to go choke on a bag of dicks with the biggest, brightest smile on their face. 6/10; scary only in theory<p/><b>ENFJ:</b> They love you so, SO much and they want you to do your absolute BEST at EVERYTHING you EVER do like REALLY really, so when you don't meet their expectations, they will get more and more assertive about you achieving your dreams (read: their dreams) until they eventually snap and stab you to death in your sleep. 9/10; file a restraining order and you might be okay.<p/><b>INTP:</b> Too lazy to truly get mad about anything. The only really scary thing about INTPs is their complete disregard for cleanliness. You'll find Chinese takeout boxes from six months ago covered in maggots by their bed, but you won't find nary a discouraging word coming out of their mouths. Only does damage to living things in RPGs. 2/10; scary hygiene but harmless.<p/><b>INFP:</b> Is someone who spends a lot of time writing poetry, getting drunk and crying hysterically about things that happened ten years ago really that scary? I mean, they'll probably throw a whiskey glass or a vase in your general direction and curse you out for a solid ten minutes, but then they'll go right back to crying in fetal position. 4/10; just walk away, dude.<p/><b>ENTP:</b> They'll fuck with you just for the sake of having something to do that day. They'll fuck with you sometimes for no reason whatsoever. They fuck with people because it's just in their nature. Occasionally they'll take things too far and you'll wind up in the hospital but probably never in a morgue. Might send you flowers during your hospital stay. 8/10; scary neurotic<p/><b>ENFP:</b> They're either your best friend or your worst enemy and there is literally no in-between. Sometimes they'll get mad at you for reasons you don't even understand. Rarely ever will they try to physically harm you, though. They'll just whine about "fake people" in their DeviantART journal and mope about for a long time before randomly deciding you're their friend again. 4/10; Super confusing but not scary.<p/><b>ISTJ:</b> The embodiment of "walk softly and carry a big stick". Will sit outside of your bedroom window for days with a shotgun, ready for you to make a wrong move so they can blow you to smithereens. Don't try calling the police, because they're probably a police officer or at least connected to one in some way. In other words, you're fucked. 10/10; lawful evil personified.<p/><b>ISFJ:</b> They love you with all their hearts but they also hate the things you do, ie "love the sin, hate the sinner". Usually harmless, but some of them quickly lose their shit when double-crossed. Might mix poison in your sweet tea and then bury you underneath a bed of roses in the backyard. Prays for your certainly-damned soul every night before supper. 7/10, only scary when provoked.<p/><b>ESTJ:</b> Their big mouths and intense, confrontational attitudes can put the fear of God into you, but for an ESTJ to truly be scary, they'd have to physically harm you and they don't want to jeopardize their careers over something that foolish. Will judge you hardcore from afar but that's about it. 5/10; talks shit but you won't get hit.<p/><b>ESFJ:</b> They're the undisputed champions of guilt-trips, and they'll guilt-trip you over things so incessantly that you might suffer a loss of self-worth in the process, which could lead to severe depression and no will to live. Will attend your post-suicide funeral in a really expensive dress and tell mourners how you could have "really been something". 6/10; scary shady<p/><b>ISTP:</b> No chill towards people they dislike. They will straight-up brutalize your ass in one-on-one combat and you will lose. Will put you in the hospital, wait until you've been released, and THEN put you in a morgue. Probably will laugh about killing you over cold ones with the boys for decades to come. 10/10; cold-blooded killers.<p/><b>ISFP:</b> There is no such thing as a scary ISFP. They might get hurt with you but they just let that shit go after a while. More likely to channel their negative feelings into an artistic outlet than something destructive. No time for pettiness or holding grudges. 0/10; anti-scary saviors<p/><b>ESTP:</b> Also has no chill towards people they dislike, but their hair-brained schemes at revenge are often poorly executed. Will threaten to "beat your ass" for months but won't actually do it unless they're drunk or high. Once they do get physically aggressive towards you though, you are deader than dead. 7/10; flee town before things escalate.<p/><b>ESFP:</b> Often incorrigibly shallow, they'll start rumors to sully the reputation of their enemies before they'd actually consider getting their hands dirty. Rarely ever starts fights but they sure do love jumping into other peoples' fights and finishing them. Will get one of their besties to film the entire beat-down and put it on Snapchat. Hair and makeup somehow stays flawless the entire time. 3/10; more petty than scary.<p/></p>

2tired2care  asked:

Pst hi I LOVE YOUR FICS you have no idea how much they give me life <3 <3 I came across this really cute (and frankly heartbreaking) AU: "[burgler gently wakes me] you live like this?" (stolen from a post I saw on fb) and I kinda just need Stiles to do everything he can to make Derek's life better? THANK YOU SO MUCH :D

It IS frankly heartbreaking… which means I’m totally into it.

(now also on AO3!)

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Derek definitely went to sleep alone. He always does, these days. It doesn’t explain why he drifts awake in the middle of the night to the feeling of someone lightly poking his shoulder.

It’s probably not a good sign that when he opens his eyes and sees a gangly teenage boy in a red hoodie and grubby-looking black fingerless gloves standing over him, he doesn’t startle. His claws don’t come out; his eyes don’t flash. He just feels… resigned.

“You live like this?” the guy says, soft. Almost pitying. “I mean. You actually live here?”

That seems too obvious, not to mention too insulting, to merit a response. “What are you doing here?” Derek asks instead. His voice comes out low and rough. This is the first time in days he’s had any reason to say anything. “This is private property.”

The guy shifts on his feet and sticks his hands under his armpits uncomfortably. “Okay, straight to the awkward questions. I like that.”

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just a word to anybody who is active in the stim community, especially neurotypical folks. anybody who likes slime, or mixing paint, or watching somebody put frosting on a cake. whatever it may be!

there is one thing you are not allowed to do. you do not get to freely indulge in visual stims, and then turn around and mock people who stim in other ways. by flapping, rocking, humming, using pressure, wiggling their fingers, and much, much more.

because if you openly embrace one part of the stim community, then you sure as hell better be as welcoming to those of us who stim in other ways as well.

i mean, sure, i can’t really stop you from reblogging that pretty gif with the sea glass slime or from making a stimboard for taako from the adventure zone if you only accept the “pretty” side of stimming.

but i can let you know that you are not welcome in our community. and i will be judging you for every second where you’re unable to accept that there’s more to stimming than the visuals.

Things to do after a new moon

just some things i do every new moon, thought it would be nice to share:

CLENSE EVERYTHING
Your bed sheets, phone screen, crystals, tarot/oracle cards, chakras. it’s a rebirth – start with a fresh slate and really dig out the nitty gritty cobwebs, air out the laundry. there’s a lot of potential energy brewing, and cleansing allows for full potential to be realized.

SELF CARE
like i said above, it’s a rebirth and that means a new you. reflect on the past lunar cycle: what have you realized about yourself? what was difficult? what was easy? what was blah? take note of all of these things – journal, meditate or both. drink an extra glass of water, make some peppermint tea and really feel yourself come alive.

PLAY WITH YOUR CARDS
the tarot is all about new beginnings and harnessing new energy. play around with some fun new spreads – really tap into that third eye. ask what can you learn this lunar cycle? what should be left behind?

Writing Is Hard

Summary: Dean finds the blog you use to read smutty fan fiction. And of course, he decides he can write a better story about himself. You help.

Warning: Smut, some dirty talk, mutual masturbation, all kinds of fan fiction clichés

Word Count: 4350

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And thanks to @littlegreenplasticsoldier​ for being a great beta and being generally flawless. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


No. This isn’t happening.

This is one of those moments you’d had weird nightmares about, dreams that left you embarrassed and feeling all icky the next day until you finally convinced yourself that it wasn’t real. And just like those moments, this one will end any second now. You’ll wake up in some motel bed, Dean will be in the next room with Sam, asleep or showering or eating or anything but standing over your laptop with that look on his face.

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Bit of a Flirt

Request: Can you do a TJeffs image with 16,18, 21?

16: You’re cute with glasses.
18: What are you five?
21: Don’t give me that look! It’s not my fault!

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warning: lots of sexual innuendos/jokes, swearing? but when do i not swear in fics lmao

Kink Tag: none!

Period: Modern

Song: “Thin Air” - Olivia Holt ft. Jordan Fisher

A/N: So I collabed with @daveeddiggsit for this one and it ended up way cuter than we expected?? lol hope you enjoy!! (also there are several criminal minds references bc i’m like that)


You pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose as you continued typing away at your final thesis paper of the semester. Hair up in a bun, and some ratty university sweatpants on, you were looking a little worse for wear. But that was normal during finals week, right?

The library you had been holed up in for the past five hours was dead silent, allowing you to completely focus on your paper. Your eyes were glued to your laptop screen when you heard the sound of a chair scraping backwards but you were too in the zone to look up. As long as they didn’t disrupt your concentration, you’d be good.

“You ever think that the reason you’re wearing glasses is because you’ve been staring at that screen pretty closely for about two hours straight?” You heard a curious, deep voice interrupt your thoughts.

“You ever think about how the library is a quiet place for people to work,” you retorted without looking away from your screen.

“If you really want a quiet place to work, we could head back to my place and work on some other things too, if you know what I mean.” You could practically hear the smirk grow on his face.

“That sounds like one of the first lines in a Criminal Minds episode. Hard pass.”

“You like Criminal Minds? How about you let me profile you.

You finally glanced over and you could see that there definitely was a smirk on the very attractive man’s face. His hair was wildly curly, yet somehow tamable to an extent, facial hair adorned his defined jawline, and his amused brown eyes stared into your slightly-narrowed ones.

If you weren’t supposed to email this paper to your professor in six hours, you probably would’ve taken him up on his advances, but what was more attractive than Smirky Guy was an A on your paper. Which you then turned back to.

“Are you seriously just going to keep ignoring me?” He asked.

“Yup.”

“I’m just going to keep flirting with you until you talk to me.”

“You call saying random pick up lines to a girl whose name you don’t know and receiving little to no response flirting?”

“Yup.” He said, mocking you.

You rolled your eyes and continued to type your paper.

“Aww, come on, four eyes, take a break and talk to me. It won’t hurt anyone.”

You completely turned to him. “‘Four eyes,’ really?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you, five?”

“Hey, ‘four eyes’ isn’t a bad thing. You look cute in glasses.” He grinned at you and even added a wink this time.

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Here’s a thing I saw that I really liked. I mean look. Those are nails all over that book cover. It’s awesome.

Editing to add, it’s by Lucas Samaras. It’s called “Book 4″ and the card said:

Book 4 is a multifaceted object and a miniature world in istelf. Although it includes eight fictional narratives writen by the artist and surprises such as pop-ups, pockets, interlocking layers, foldouts, and hidden pamphlets, it is not a storybook. Encrusted with needles and shards of glass in addition to brightly colored beads and pieces of mirror, it is difficult if not dangerous to handle–the better perhaps to guard the secrets that it might contain.

I love it.

girl from sev' elev' -- michael x reader

omg OK here this finally is i’m on mobile & therefore do not know how to normally do these intros lmao so bear with me

summary: locking urself in the bathroom to hide from a Gross Fuckboi seemed dreadful………until u locked yourself in there with someone else

warnings: swears! no proof reading ! weed , alcohol , Sinful teens !!! Michael being super out of character!!!! y'all know i’m bad @ this 


You remembered that the moment he walked in, you knew you recognized him. School, probably? You couldn’t imagine where else. You might have had a class with him freshman year, but you weren’t sure. It was your first day of your junior year and your boss had somehow scheduled you for a morning shift again. You wiped the sleep out of your eyes and quietly watched as the boy bopped about the 7/11 aisles, clearly awake and happy despite the early morning.

He set his cherry slushie on the counter, pulling his headphones down to his neck as he looked up at you – his eyes widened slightly behind his glasses when he saw you.

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Sarada's Glasses

Honestly, the one thing about the ending that I loved the most (apart from everything) is the meaning they gave to her glasses.

Like, we all know that the fact that Sarada wearing glasses was a big thing for her. Having them made her actually doubt that Sakura was actually her mother, and when she found that pic of Karin, her mind got even more confused. Her glasses are a big thing for her, and during that ending, they showed us something really really beautiful.

Look at this:

This is probably the biggest and oldest memory Sarada has of her family. It's blurred because she can’t remember well, and it’s blurred because it was the one thing she always believed to be the definition of her family. And that definition kept her mind away from all the other things her family is based on.

She couldn’t see beyond that memory.

Not until she finally understood the love behind all the things she’s always condemned, like her father’s mission, her mother’s lack of words, and of course, her glasses, which were the biggest proof that her mother was not actually her mother.

And once she accepted all those things, this happened:

She could finally see things clearer. She could SEE that her family is so much more than a distant memory and all those conventional things her friends’ families are based on.

Sarada accepted it all, and then she was finally able to see all the Love that was never denied to her by her parents.

And this is just too beautiful, and I’m crying now.

Worth the Pain

// Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead // Worth the Pain // Wings of Butterflies


The earth’s actually flat and Harry must have fallen off of it. He was quite clumsy—you had scars from the countless occasions he couldn’t navigate around his own feet and brought you down with him—so him managing to fall off the edge of the earth wasn’t a stretch of the imagination.

At least he better be floating through deep space, otherwise there was no reason your texts and calls should have gone unanswered the last three days. No other reason you would accept, anyway.

When you’d woken up, brain foggy and mouth dry, you couldn’t remember how you’d gotten home, let alone anything that had actually happened. It wasn’t until you reached for your phone—after growing accustomed the dull ache in your skull—and saw the Bukowski poem that you remembered what happened. And you’d laid in bed for a while, trying to figure out how to move forward. Should you text Harry? Call him? Read into the fact that his last poem was much less explicit than the previous and maybe it meant he was trying to tell you something?

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Fear Foods.?!

The following is a list of basically my “Fear Foods” 🤢

I am not pro ana, I do not promote anything. Everyone has Foods they dislike/ fear and that’s on them. Not me. And I can’t possibly push someone into looking at this, so…. 🤷‍♀️

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  1. No Bread - IT’S LITERALLY USELESS! Basically you’re just putting calories on top of calories to hold it together. If the food needs to be held together then just don’t eat it. I mean at least for me, 1 slice of Whole Wheat bread is 80 calories… It’s not very nurtitious either! Like honestly bread is not a necessity!
  2. No more Peanut Butter or nuts in general - Though I hate this rule, it’s very much needed… 1 tbsp of PB is 95 calories. 95 CALORIES FOR SUCH A SMALL AMOUNT?!? Hell to the no! Plus I tend to overdo it with the PB and honestly it’s just more calories that aren’t needed.
  3. No sodas! - I mean even diet sodas have a few calories. There’s no way to actually get rid of all calories, so instead 0cal vitamin water, fruit water, whatever. Just at least something that sounds healthier than soda.
  4. Skip Pastas whenever you can! - Pasta has soo many calories! And again, calories added to calories if you add sauce and cheese. Let’s be real, until you get closer to your goal bland food is the way to go.
  5. NO CONDIMENTS - Condiments have soo many added calories! And though sometimes they’re not that much, when you look at it altogether you really can’t afford to add those calories. It’ll make you a fatty! I mean except Relish, because if I’m eating tuna, I at least need relish if I’m skipping the mayo, just saying. (Includes: ketchup, mayo, mustard, things like that.)
  6. Don’t drink your calories - that’s like a big no-no! What’s the point anyways? You don’t get any nutritional value. It’s just more calories! Now every once in awhile a glass of milk won’t hurt, or something to detox/ cleanse you. But not everyday. Just try to limit it, ok?
  7. Sweets - Limit your sweets, try only low calorie stuff if you have a sweet tooth. Your body runs off of glucose and well sugar equals that… And if you have extra sugar in your diet well than, of course weight gain is to follow. So watch your sugar intake! (I’ll make another post with recipes and crap to try!) : ice cream, cake, icing, cookies, brownies, etc.
  8. Avoid things like chips - They are supposed to be addicting! Don’t you understand? They want you to not be able to put them down! Go for pretzels (or other alternatives) instead, if they’re salty you may not be able to eat too much depending on your taste buds.
  9. Limit Dairy! - It’s not that I have an actual problem with dairy, just keep it to a minimum. Things like cheese, milk, sour cream and cream cheese have lots of calories and all that crap. But yogurt is good so hopefully you’re into that!
  10. Just food in general - Well I mean, it’s true isn’t it? Ig soup is good if you like that, but basically you should probably fear everything. Especially anything where there’s a lot of ingredients , calories added on calories just scares the shit out of me! Like sauces and dips though I love them, probably should avoid. I think as a meal try to get every food group in when you do eat, but make sure to keep it simple. Small goes a long way!
A discussion about Anti-SJM people

Because I’m bored and curious. 

Okay. I was largely unaware of a lot of the anti-fans’ complaints about her work, but from what I’m understanding it has to do with her killing POCs and “idolizing” abusive relationships. So let’s talk about this. I want to discuss this. 

I’ll admit, as a POC, I understand the anger at SJM for seeming to have a habit of killing them off, i.e. Sorscha and Nehemia (Did she kill any POC in ACOTAR? I can’t recall). But here’s the thing. If you’ve been with the series for awhile, or watched ANY of SJM’s interviews, you know she means no harm. I mean, come on. She’s a sweetheart. We all know it. In my own personal opinion, if she really did kill off POCs on purpose, it was to further showcase the King’s intolerance of difference. His execution of the slaves in Calaculla and Endovier as well as Sorscha are further portrayal of his hatred of those who are different. It’s not meant to be just, or fair. It’s absolutely meant to be horrifying and awful, because if you recall, very similar things happened in our very real history

Why would people believe that the ideals of the King reflect the ideals of SJM? I mean, really? Unless there’s some other piece of information I’m missing. If that’s the truth, then fill me in. I really do want to discuss.

Anyway, bottom line is, if it really bothers you all that much, you don’t have to read it. But you gotta remember, Sarah’s not a white supremacist. Don’t be ridiculous. Remember what Throne of Glass is really about. Rebelling against a corrupt and horrible leader, and attempting to free the world from a time of darkness and lost beauty. 

Now let’s talk about this supposed idolizing of abusive relationships. My first questions are, A) Did you read ACOMAF? Tamlin’s character was shredded apart (figuratively). He was the only real abusive relationship in the story. And B) I want to know what you guys really define as an “abusive” relationship.
I’m guessing most people are referring to Rowan’s actions in HoF. Now, none of it should be condoned. Of course not. But you also have to take into consideration that they are not human, demi-Fae operate a bit differently than humans, so his biting her (especially in a fantasy story), wasn’t as awful as you guys may make it out to be. But he also harmed her physically in other ways. 

Here’s the other things you guys need to remember. 1) He was training her, i.e. physical harm is a tad inevitable, 2) Both of them were sort of little shits at the time, both were suffering from immense grief and self-loathing, and 3) They didn’t have a relationship. There was nothing between them when they first began training in Mistward. They owed each other nothing, wanted nothing to do with each other. There can’t be an “abusive” relationship if there was no relationship to begin with. 

Of course, this changes, and so do they. The key difference between Rowan, and, say, Tamlin, is that Rowan worked to gain Aelin’s forgiveness. Spent most of his time considering himself undeserving of her affection. He fell in love with her, accepted her flaws, and vowed to stand beside her to whatever end. That is called redeeming himself. Gaining forgiveness for his assholery in HoF. They helped heal one another, and fell in love in the process. Tell me again how any of that is, “abusive”. 

That’s all I have to say. If there’s any information I’m not aware of, and you’re up for discussing like a civil human being, I’m completely open to it. 

Quote Writing Prompts
  • 1: "Yeah uh - Yeah no, that sounds awful."
  • 2: "Please... Don't leave me here. Don't leave me alone, without you."
  • 3: "So, that went well."
  • 4: "You're awful. I love it."
  • 5: "What the hell do you think you're doing, exactly?"
  • 6: "Is that... lipstick, on your collar?"
  • 7: "Did you do this?"
  • 8: "You know what? This place feels like home."
  • 9: "Oh shit. Am I - Am I in love? That's not supposed to be happening. That's not right."
  • 10: "Who are you? Where am I? What is this? WHAT IS GOING ON?!"
  • 11: "Dear (name), First of all, I'm so sorry. I really am."
  • 12: "I can't do this anymore."
  • 13: "So what, you're just gonna leave?"
  • 14: "Did you honestly think I wouldn't figure it out?"
  • 15: "You really think you can beat me? That's cute."
  • 16: "I'm tired of you. I really am, at this point."
  • 17: "Oh, just digging myself a nice grave, you?"
  • 18: "Shhhh. This is my favorite part."
  • 19: "Hey, can I hold your boobs for a sec?"
  • 20: "I think I may have found a song that accurately describes how I feel toward you."
  • 21: "Is that necessary?"
  • 22: "I don't like it."
  • 23: "I'm getting bad vibes... We should go."
  • 24: "HA! Loser!"
  • 25: "You wear me out, kid."
  • 26: "Is this a joke? This is a joke, right? You're joking."
  • 27: "The washing machine broke, I almost lost my keys, the car got dented, and a wasp got into the house and hijacked the bedroom for four days! Four. Days."
  • 28: "You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."
  • 29: "You kiddin'? That's brilliant, c'mon!"
  • 30: "So what do you say to this: you, me, a nice big glass of milk, a thing of cookies?"
  • 31: "My hero."
  • 32: "That was harsh."
  • 33: "You better pipe down. I'm not laughing."
  • 34: "So you're really gonna do this, huh? And nothing I say can change your mind?"
  • 35: "So uh. I noticed you're kinda naked. Is that intentional, or... ?"
  • 36: "Why is there a dog in the living room?"
  • 37: "They mixed up our reservations. One room. One bed."
  • 38: "Oh boy. I'm on the weird side of YouTube again."
  • 39: "You, my friend, are a filthy sinner, and I approve wholeheartedly."
  • 40: "Did you mean like... this?"

Mutant!Losers Telekinetic!Bill

I’ll link others later xo

- He’s actually really talented, he can move, break and teleport things with his mind

- Kinda like doctor stranger but not really

- He definitely uses this to his advantage, he’ll just teleport a glass of water too himself or bring his text books out his bag without moving from his bed

- He’s not yet fully in control of his powers yet, it gets worse when he’s 18 and emotional

- When he’s angry he starts moving and breaking things without meaning too

- If he’s excited then he’ll move things by accident

- He’s super careful with his boyfriend though, Stan is a delicate angel

- Although he can get rough if things get heated

- He definitely likes to pin Stan and watch him wiggle

- He’s learning to teleport himself right now, he hasn’t done it yet but he’s getting there

- He can float if he concentrates enough

- When Georgie was smaller he could make him float too, he’s too big now

  • Stan on the other hand is super light and Bill uses that to his advantage