i remember a few years ago when i found these

A few years ago, when I was living in the housing co-op and looking for a quick cookie recipe, I came across a blog post for something called “Norwegian Christmas butter squares.” I’d never found anything like it before: it created rich, buttery and chewy cookies, like a vastly superior version of the holiday sugar cookies I’d eaten growing up. About a year ago I went looking for the recipe again, and failed to find it. The blog had been taken down, and it sent me into momentary panic. 

Luckily, I remembered enough to find it on the Wayback Machine, and quickly copied it into a file that I’ve saved ever since. I probably make these cookies about once a month, and they last about five days around my voracious husband - they’re fantastic with a cup of bitter coffee or tea. I’m skeptical that there is something distinctively Norwegian about these cookies, but they do seem like the perfect thing to eat on a cold day. 

Norwegian Christmas Butter Squares

1 cup unsalted butter, softened

1 egg
1 cup sugar
2 cups flour
1 tsp vanilla
½ tsp salt
Turbinado/ Raw Sugar for dusting

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Chill a 9x13″ baking pan in the freezer. Do not grease the pan.

Using a mixer, blend the butter, egg, sugar, and salt together until it is creamy.  Add the flour and vanilla and mix using your hands until the mixture holds together in large clumps. If it seems overly soft, add a little extra flour. 

Using your hands, press the dough out onto the chilled and ungreased baking sheet until it is even and ¼ inch thick.  Dust the top of the cookies evenly with raw sugar.

Bake at 400 degrees until the edges turn a golden brown, about 12-15 minutes. Remove from the oven. Let cool for about five minutes before cutting the cooked dough into squares. Remove the squares from the warm pan using a spatula.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Do you know of a quick way to make money online? Prom is coming up and i need to make a lot in only a month or two!! TIA :) <3

Hey Girly!!

Yes! Oh my gosh. I remember when i had that struggle a few years ago. Lately, i’ve been using a few but, this survey website i found. I’ve only been working with them about 6 months now  BUT i have made $20-65ish a day (depending on how determined you are) haha.
Here is the link for the one i use if you want to give it a try! :) 

Other new ones i’ve started the last few months  that seem to work pretty well as well are going to be HERE AND HERE. ( so yes 3 in total haha) 


**ALSO when you sign up for this site you get a bonus of $5 just for signing up to help you get started! I’ve been paid about 8 times so I know it’s not a scam. It’s easy and quick to sign up and it’s worth giving it a try if you need money quick.

You’ll be able redeem your points for paypal, a check, or giftcards. Good luck and have fun! Keep me updated and PLS send me pictures of your prom dress when you find one!! I love seeing prom dress pics c:

By Storm or By Surprise

Chapter Two

AO3


May 2018 

Chat just barely made it to his classroom, now abandoned for lunch, before losing his transformation. He sighed in relief, leaning against the desks, and gave himself a minute to catch his breath.

“Jeez, kid, shouldn’t you be better at timing these things by now?” Plagg asked, hovering.

“Sorry,” Adrien breathed heavily, “won’t happen again.”

“Yeah, it will. Just make sure you’re stocked up on extra cheese when it does, it’s hard enough keeping my energy up without you cutting everything so close to-” Plagg stopped whining and promptly vanished inside Adrien’s shirt. There was only one reason Plagg would disappear without finishing a demand for Camembert. Stomach sinking, Adrien slowly turned around.

Standing in the doorway was a very shocked Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

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Spring Day

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4 || Pt. 5

Jimin x Reader 

Series Genre: Angst/Fluff

Series Summary: You knew that married life with an idol would be challenging. You just didn’t know that it would be this challenging. 

Word Count: 1309

Originally posted by elitejeon

The wind blew the leaves across the pastel orange skyline. The blades of the grass swayed back and forth following the patterns of the whisking air. He stared at the lone tree in the middle of the field as the atmosphere turned into something bittersweet.

“Papa?” Her small hand was encased in his, “Papa…are those shoes for the tree?” He chuckled as he gazed down at the young child. He was amused by her innocence,

“No, those shoes already have an owner.”

“Who, papa?” The young girl looked up curiously at her father waiting for some type of answer. He licked his lips and gulped. A tinge of sadness twinkled in his eyes.

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Pandora Hearts vs. Vanitas no Carte

Aka. long-ass rant about VNC and PH accompanied by the total amount of zero (0) screencaps from the canon material, also featuring my poor grammar skills (for which I’m endlessly sorry) and the bits and scraps of knowledge on fiction / art I happen to posses.

Okay. First of all, I made this post solely so that I can babble about VNC in comparison to Pandora Hearts, because that’s what they taught me in high school – if you have one author and the said author has at least two works, then not talking about both of those works at once is just a waste of a perfectly good opportunity to fill up your essay with a lot of meta with the minimal effort. And I just can’t walk past a chance like that without a second glance. Not that this rant would lead anywhere (I also don’t have any cool theories to share, which is honestly pitiful and keeps me up at night), but still. Here I go and, by the way, I’m taking spoilers with me.

Quick TL;DR before we start: Jun Mochizuki’s progress as a storyteller is just insane and she should be prayed for in the dark times of art / writer’s block.

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Here to Help - Spencer Reid

Part 2

Spencer x Reader

Summary: A case hit home for one of the BAU team but none of the others know why or how to help

Part 1


You had just gotten the case files together was were slowly making your way towards the conference room making sure you didn’t drop them. ‘I thought we were on paperwork today and not cases?’ Morgan’s voice floated through the open door as JJ entered before you. ‘We are but a case needed our attention’ Hotch told the team as JJ sat. ‘Alright’ The team looked at JJ and she just shrugged. ‘I don’t know anything about it, it didn’t come through me’ She explained and they all looked slightly confused.

At that you stepped into the room. ‘That’s because it came through me’ You announced and their heads turned to you. You leaned forwards landing the armful of files you had onto the wood. ‘I flagged a case when I started at the BAU’ You began separating files and passing them across to each of your team. ‘This morning I got a call about it’ You reached over to the center and grabbed the remote for the board. ‘Twenty two years ago a man names Joshua Penican started invading family homes and killing them’ You clicked the mouse and a police drawn portrait of the man came up. ‘This sketch is about twenty years old and the only thing we have to go on’ You walked around the table. 

You let your hand brush off Spencer’s shoulder as you went hoping the small gesture would help show him you were sorry, until you could talk to him properly after. ‘All together he’s killed over 24 families, for the first few years it was only one at a time’ You clicked again and the older crime scene photos came up. ‘Then he began killing in sprees of two or threes. His killing are so periodic no one knows when or where he will strike next’ You looked away from the photos a shudder going down your spine. ‘It’s never yearly but never any more than 4 years between sprees’ You began clicking again. ‘He always targets families with five people in it, a mother, killed by overdose’ You clicked and a photo of a woman in a chair came up. ‘Father, single gunshot to the head’ Again another click. ‘Two daughters’ Two more clicks and their photos came up. ‘And a boy’ Again you clicked but didn’t look at the screen. 

Rossi was flicking through the paper. ‘there was a survivor, a young girl about twenty years ago’ He looked up. You nodded. ‘Yes, that’s where the police got their sketch’ He nodded. ‘There’s a profile in here’ Morgan glanced up at you. ‘Has the BAU worked this case before?’ You shook your head clicking the remote and the screen went blank. ‘No, that profile is mine, a few years ago I heard about the murders of three more families and went down there’ JJ nodded. ‘I remember that, one day you just took off on holiday’ You shrugged. ‘I went to work the case unofficially and gave the cops this profile’ You told her.

Turning back to the screen you clicked on the new images. ‘About twenty minutes ago I got a phone call from a Detective Grenly saying he had struck again, a family of five had been found dead an hour earlier, same MO’ You clicked and the crime scene photos again came up. You flinched when the photo of the oldest girl came on the screen and turned away. And being in a room full of profilers one of them noticed, Spencer. ‘Only this time, the son, Jason Harvey fifteen, survived as the unsub was interrupted while trying to strangle him’ You crossed your arms. ‘I told the police we’d help’ The team nodded. ‘Wheels up in twenty’ Hotch said as he stood. The team nodded agreeing and the room began to clear.

You waited for them to go. ‘Spencer?’ You called just before he left the room and he turned. ‘I’m sorry about this morning’ He just crossed his arms. ‘That was the case file you had hidden in your desk wasn’t it?’ You nodded pulling out a chair and sitting. ‘Yeah, listen I am really sorry about snapping’ Spencer sighed slightly and walked back into the room uncrossing his arms. He sat taking the seat beside you. ‘I’ve never seen you react like that, and I’ve known you almost seven years’ You sighed and glanced at the lone case folder on the table, yours. ‘This case, it’s always been one I’ve known when we had a lead, I just-I wanted to get it to Hotch. I’ve tried for so long to catch this guy and I don’t know what came over me’ You closed your eyes with a long sigh

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CS FF: Man Flu

Summary: It’s Killian and Emma’s first wedding anniversary, but Killian is sick and has no clue what day it is.  To make matters worse, he is driving Emma crazy as she takes care of him.

Rating: PG

Note: So many men are big babies when they get sick (apologies to any men who may be reading this), so I thought the same could be true for our former pirate.  This goes back and forth between Emma and Killian’s POV.  Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Man Flu: Part 1/1…

~Emma’s POV~

Today is our first wedding anniversary.  This first year of marriage to Killian has been the happiest of my life.  

Minus the last three days, that is.  When I said the vows in sickness and health, I never imagined this.  

I squeeze my eyes closed as the ringing once again fills my ears. Why did I give Killian that damn bell?!  He’s been ringing it incessantly for the last two days.  I thought it would be an improvement over him bellowing my name every five minutes, but I was sorely mistaken.  

Three days ago, Killian came down with a cold. The usual: scratchy throat, cough, runny/stuffy nose.  But you would have thought the man had contracted the plague.  He hasn’t left our bed and complains about every little symptom.  Here’s a man who has lost his hand, been hit by a car, been stabbed, nearly drowned, been tortured, and actually died.  I’m sure in his more than 200 years he’s endured even more than that.  But somehow the common cold brings him to his knees.  

There’s a name for this.  Man flu.  Basically, men act like babies when they become even slightly sick.  Apparently, my brave, strong, resilient pirate isn’t immune to such an affliction.  And now I must also suffer.

The bell rings again, followed by a pitiful moan of “Emma”.

“Coming,” I grumble, as I head up the stairs.

I find him in our bed, the comforter pulled up around his neck.  Tissues are strewn everywhere. His hair is sticking up in all directions and his nose is red.  His blue eyes are watery.

I come to stand before him, hands on my hips.  "You rang?“

"Love, do you think perhaps you could close the curtains?  I’m afraid the sunlight is hurting my sensitive eyes.”

I bite my lip, but nod.  "Sure.“

I walk over to the window and pull the curtains closed.

"Not quite that much.  I enjoy a bit of light.”

I feel my fists clench as I pull the curtains open a little, nearly pulling them off the rod with my vice-like grip.  

“Better?” I ask.

“Perfect,” he says, offering me a weak smile.  "Thank you.“

"Can I get you anything else before I go?” I ask.

“You’re leaving?” he croaks.  

I sigh. “Killian, I’ve been waiting on you for three days. I have a job, you know.  I’m surprised this town hasn’t been destroyed by monsters yet.”

“My apologies for being so much trouble,” he mumbles.

I roll my eyes.  I know what he’s doing and it won’t work.  

“Look, you have your cell phone right there.  If you need me, just call and I’ll be back in no time at all.”

“I don’t want to be a bother,” he mutters. “I’m sure I can fend for myself in my weakened state. After all, I’ve cared for myself most of my life.”

I roll my eyes again and walk over to him, placing a kiss on his lips against my better judgment.  I don’t really want to risk getting sick, but a kiss usually placates him for a bit.

“You’ll be fine.  I told you.  It’s just a cold.”

“I beg to differ.  I feel as if I am on my deathbed.  It must be scurvy.”

“For the thousandth time, it is not scurvy.”

“With all due respect, love, you aren’t a doctor.”

“True, but I do know how to google.”

“What?”

“Look stuff up on the, as you would say, computer box.”

“Oh. Proceed.”

“And you have none of the symptoms of scurvy.  It’s also very rare in modern times, mostly occurring in poor countries due to malnutrition.  What you have is the common cold.”

“There’s hardly anything common about it.  I don’t see why I can’t be given some medicine to cure this infernal disease.”

“Because there’s no cure for the common cold, which, by the way, is not a disease.  You just have to ride it out.  You can relieve the symptoms like we have been doing with over-the-counter drugs, but there’s not much else you can do.”

“I suppose I’ll just suffer then.”

I wait for him to acknowledge our anniversary, but he’s so delirious from the meds and distracted by his constant whining, that I am pretty sure he doesn’t have any idea what day it is.  

I try to hide my disappointment, as I hook my thumb in the direction of the door.  "Ok, I’m going to go now.  Call me if you need me.“

"Goodbye, love,” he says as I exit the room.

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The last one blooming, Chapter 10

TITLE: The last one blooming

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 10

AUTHOR: fanficshiddles

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that there is an omegaverse where Alphas and omegas can only bond with their true mate. Loki is an Alpha and he one day meets his omega. But she is a young Midgardian child, who is terrified of Alphas. So he has to work hard to gain her trust, to allow the bond to grow between the two.

RATING: M

Rose was 11 years old now. And she was at school, about to be taught more about being an omega.

‘Hands up those of you that are an omega or Alpha.’ The teacher said to the class one day.

Just under half of the class raised their hands.

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I miss her Part [5/...]

Originally posted by nicelilmoment

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Words: 543
Warning: none.

Summary: Bucky and [Y/N] found themselves in the 21st century, the only problem - [Y/N] doesn’t know that Bucky is still alive and that he tries to find a way to get back into her life.

Masterlist

I’m sorry that it become so short but I’m really busy and I wanted to post a chapter today so here it is!


The room fell into complete silence as Bucky stood still in the middle of the room while [Y/N] still sat on the mattress which was laid out in front of the window almost next to the front door.

Maybe he could just pretend that he didn’t know her but the way Bucky looked at [Y/N] gave too much away. There was no way he couldn’t remember her.


Bucky loved [Y/N] since 1939. Since that day when she walked right into him in Coney Island while he was there with another girl. [Y/N] never left his head until Hydra took him away from his best friend and his beloved girlfriend. That was the first time that Bucky forgot [Y/N] and he hated himself for these years of not remembering her.


“I see, you still remember something“ [Y/N] spoke up again and watched Bucky as he sat down the bag of his plums and turned towards her while she picked up the little notebook. It used to lay right next to Bucky on his mattress. If he had bad dreams, he would read some of his old memories or stare at the pictures of Steve and [Y/N], which he glued to the pages, for hours.

Some of the pages of his little notebook were full of [Y/N]. It melted her heart when she discovered it a few minutes ago before he came back.

’‘You remembered me…why didn’t you come?” she finally stood up and looked into this deep blue eyes for which she had searched for, for too many years.

But then Bucky said something. For the first time after so many years, [Y/N] heard him speak again even if it was nothing more than a whisper “I was afraid…”

“Of what?” [Y/N] tried to find the answer in his eyes but found nothing as Bucky lowered his gaze down to the floor and sighed “I was afraid that you moved on and I thought you don’t want to love the mess that I’ve become. James Barnes…doesn’t exist anymore…and I don’t know if he will ever come back. It’s just…me”

“But I see him right in front of me” she smiled softly and came a few steps closer before he shrinked away like he didn’t want to feel her touch again. Bucky immediately regretted it the moment he saw the hurt in [Y/N]’s eyes.

“I’m sorry…maybe it was a bad idea to look for you. I’ll go and leave you alone” [Y/N] took her bag from the ground and went for the front door, still hoping that he would stop her from leaving.

Before she could reach the handle of the door knob, she felt Bucky’s hand on her upper arm “Please, don’t leave me…not again”

[Y/N] turned around and faced him where he was standing right in front of her. Their faces were only inches away from each other as Bucky looked into her bright [y/e/c] eyes.

For so many years, he wished to be with her. Look into her eyes and tell her how much she meant to him. And now [Y/N] was standing right in front of her and Bucky didn’t know what to say.

So he just did what came into his mind. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

Part 6


In the end, thank you for all the cute messages that you send me through the comments and private messages that I should continue with the story! Love you! <3

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anonymous asked:

I feel guilty that the Harry Potter is not my favourite series anymore. Of course I will always love it and it was my gateway to fantasy, but I've read a different series and have fallen so deeply in love with it that Harry Potter seems boring. I honestly feel bad. Especially since most of my friends love the series a lot. Besides, I've found Harry Potter (character) to be extremely boring and useless sometimes. Help!

Nah don’t feel guilty about it, different things are going to be important to you at different stages in your life. There are things I was obsessed with only a few years ago that I thought would be important to me forever, but they’re just not a big part of my life any more. I’ll always remember those things as being important to me at a certain stage of my life and they’ll always hold a special place in my part, but now I’ve found new things to love and that’s okay! You don’t have to feel trapped by the things you loved when you were younger!

half-light chapter 15/15

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fifteen.

How do you know? Scully had asked him after the Boggs case (in the other place, not the place he thinks must be real). What’s real and what’s not, I mean.

She’d been reading a book and he’d been pretending to nap, and she’d said it, and it sounded like more entertainment then napping, so he’d scooted upright against the pillows, winced against the pain in his leg, and turned to look at her. I just know, he said.

She made a face, setting her book facedown in her lap. Okay, but how do you know?

(They sounded like the little girls, the Eves: how did you know what to do, he’d asked them when they’d dropped them off at the asylum, and they’d chorused, we just knew.)

I just do, he said. How do you know that everything I say is real isn’t?

Science, she said simply. (He could’ve asked about Boggs, but she’d made it clear yesterday, with the sudden stiff shape of her shoulders and the clipped way she said, It’s late, I have to go when he’d tried to get her to discuss it again. She didn’t want to talk about it. Fair, there was plenty he didn’t want to talk about.)

Okay, he said. Well, you have science, then. I have beliefs. I get a… feeling, and I know whether something is real or not.

Are you claiming to be psychic? she asked, raising an eyebrow, smirking. Is that how you knew Boggs wasn’t?

He smirked back. I didn’t say that. I said I just knew.

She nodded, waited a beat before opening her book again. He supposed that meant she was finished with the conversation.

She turned pages for a few minutes before saying, So it’s… wish fulfillment? If you want something to be true hard enough, then it will be?

That’s not what I said either, he said, slightly annoyed now.

Scully looked at him from over the top of the book. But you want to believe, she said, quietly.

The damn poster. He nodded, because he couldn’t exactly say no. I want to believe. So I do.

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anonymous asked:

do you remember the time exo trusted baekhyun to take over jongin's part in wolf when he was injured and baekhyun went out there on a split second decision and killed it? I do

the most iconic baekhyun moment ? of course. I tried to look for the fancam but its so hard :/ i remember rting it a few years ago, but i cant find it rip. But i found a lq one : 150307 - you can clearly see how ksoo was tapping baekhyun to go for it 

LOT/CC fic: The Badge

Sara Lance “lifted” a badge off a nameless Time Agent. But…what if it was more than that? Pure CaptainCanary wish fulfillment; you have been warned. Spoilers for the third-season premiere.

Dedicated to the CC fandom; you’re awesome, and I love you guys.

Many thanks to @larielromeniel for the beta. Can also be read here at AO3 and here at FF.net.


“He may have left his badge at my place. … All right. Maybe I lifted it off him in the morning.”


The closing shift sucks.

And retail sucks, Sara Lance thinks wearily as she walks up the steps to her apartment at 10:19 on a Friday night after a long, long shift of housewares no one needs, annoying customers and clueless coworkers. And this night sucks, and life sucks, and…

And someone’s in her apartment.

Sara frowns at the door, where the thread she’d left draped this morning is now missing, trying not to think too much about the rush of pleasure she gets at the notion of a little action of any sort, even if it’s just kicking the crap out of an intruder

“OK, asshole,” she mutters under her breath, easing open the door and moving warily inside. “You’re now a stress-relief toy. You picked the wrong former assassin to mess with today.”

She quietly lowers her bag to the floor, then moves across the tiny kitchen, pausing just outside the living room, listening.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips/advice for people who want to start taking art commissions? I've never done them before, but I want to do them, and I'm not sure where or how to begin... What's a typical commission process like for you?

I answered an ask similar to this a couple years ago [2015 to be exact] and that post can be found here. It has a few pointers regarding how to price and what to remember when taking commissions.

My method of accepting commissions has changed a bit since then. Usually I follow the following steps [unless the commission is for something off-menu]

  1. Client should email you with all the required information you need. Such information can include: Client’s Website [i.e, tumblr, furaffinity], Billing email, What style of print they want [if you offer different styles], Character name(s), Visual reference(s) and Credits, as well as a Description of what they want you to draw.
  2. Build a rough sketch for your client. It makes ordering so much smoother and it helps narrow down exactly what your client is looking to commission. The rough sketch shouldn’t be too detailed; just enough to get a concept for what the final print will look like. This way the client can get an idea for how it’s going to look when done and request any changes. [you do not want clients requesting changes after you’ve inked + coloured a print, that’s super tedious]
  3. The average time-frame to expect a print to be completed in is posted on my website a billion times, but I recommend if you don’t have that, mention how long the print will take when you send off the rough sketch. Clients do want to know how long their print will take.
  4. With my method of commissions, I ask the client to send me any details they want edited in the rough sketch. I don’t send them the invoice for their print until after they’ve give me a green light on the sketch. [I like to try and get the “ok” in writing but that’s just me]
  5. I begin working on commissions after the invoice for their has been paid in full. I usually reserve the high-res copy for the client and email it privately to them. I post low-res, watermarked copies on my social media.

So that’s the bare-basic rundown for my commissions. Every artist does their own thing but hopefully this gives you some ideas!

Cheers ~

anonymous asked:

(1) kat i hope it's okay to talk to you about this o: i haven't really been able to talk to anyone about this because i don't really feel like i'm allowed?? to because i'm not a fan of jonghyun. i remember listening to shinee when i got into kpop around eight years ago and i did like a few of jonghyun's songs. but when i heard the news last night, before it was even confirmed, i found myself tearing up, and i did so multiple times through out the day. i learned so much about jonghyun

(2) today. i found that he was such a kind person who did so much for people, whether it be those with mental illness, those who were of lgbt, or shawols and loved ones. i came across a lot of lines from blue night and i found myself crying because they held so much comfort, kindness, and delicateness. i was able to tell how kind and genuine of a person he was. i learned so much about him today and i know there’s probably so much more that he did that impacted the lives of so many

(3) people. it just hurts even more to think about how he left, and that he was suffering so much for so long. i’ve cried so much today and i just wish that the world didn’t lose someone so precious. i’m sorry for rambling, thank you for listening. and thank you kat for being such a bright light in people’s lives during such a difficult time like this. i truly hope that you have a support system and that you’re taking care of yourself. i care about you and i love you so much💕

i think,, it’s the case for quite a lot of people? finding out about how wonderful he was only after his death? it’s kinda sad but at the same time it means that his memory will live on. that it’s not the end of the impact he’s left on this world

anonymous asked:

I can’t stop thinking what it must have been like for that brave girl to come out to her yesterday. She is only 17 and she is so happy and free and supported. If only Taylor had gotten the same opportunity and not had to be someone else to please country music fans. I think she must feel so trapped by years of lies. I am on the closet now too long to know how to get out. I feel so bad for her. Maybe this girl inspired her, that would be the greatest thing. Thank you for your blog and for helping

Hey :)

Yes good for this girl, she’s brave & i think we can all say here that Tay was highly probably quite moved by her confession :) 

It’s never too late to come out. No matter what the situation is for you, about family, work…I remember a quote from George Michael (yes i’m a big fan ;), from a documentary initally released a few years ago. 

About being in the closet (from his family) for a long time, he had said “It’s very hard to be proud of your sexuality when it hasn’t given you any joy, but once you have found somebody you really love… it’s not so tough.”

This quote has helped me a lot at some point, bc i thought it was very telling & true :) It helps when you know you have someone you love and who loves you & supports you. It makes you stronger, to face your family, bc usually you choose your friends, so most of the time your close friends are the first ones you tell, but you don’t choose your family…And knowing that if things turn bad, you still have someone llike this who’ll be there for you: is all the strenght you need sometimes :) 

About Tay, well, from what we know she was out at 15, before signing her contract, and her family and close friends have known too for that long, so she’s in the closet only for the GP & her fanbase, not her close ones :) it doesn’t prevent her from living her life, she just has to be way more discreet than she probably wants to, now…The bearding part was imposed on her, by the Entertainment industry in its generality, she couldn’t do otherwise, esp in Country Music…

OP 876 - Afterthoughts

Kyaaー, kyaaー!! ♡ Pudding

So, I know that quite a few people (at least from what I’ve seen) didn’t enjoy this chapter.  Compared to last one, it wasn’t as good for me either, but(!!!) after re-reading it, I did find it somewhat amusing.  The reason is because of Pudding’s reactions to Sanji.

Warning: This turned out a lot longer than I expected…

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anonymous asked:

You've posted so much Animorphs today, I had no /idea/ there was an Animorphs fandom on tumblr - let alone one passionate enough to write so many long posts?! I LOVED those when I was a kid, I haven't even thought about them in YEARS.

HARD SAME, ANON, HARD SAME. A few months ago I ran across some animorphs art on here and it was pretty great (it should be in my tags if you want to find it, most of it is Ax, though there’s this comic of Marco that cracks me up even though it ought to be super dark and I like the art style), but then a little while after that I found some people going, “Man weren’t those books messed up? Remember how often these kids got disembowled? Remember how they watched someone be eaten alive in like the first chapter? Remember that time Rachel morphed back from a starfish and beat someone to death with her own severed arm? Remember how they were utterly hilarious anyway?”

Kids process violence pretty differently from adults or teenagers, so I’d kind of just forgotten. But yeah, those books were pretty messed up, and I remember laughing so hard while I read them. I only just now found these truly excellent headcanon and fic-like posts, and they’re marvelous. I’m considering looking through the fandom tag on ao3, or checking out the accounts of people who wrote those posts. I bet they’re filled with good stuff. (If I find any, I’ll let you know, anon - I’ll make a post and tag it ‘animorphs anon’ so you can find it if you look.)