i thought these through way too much

anonymous asked:

I'm from Russia. And I'm really surprised to see someone supporting communism here suddenly (never noticed it before I guess and I thought the memes were ironic lol..) And, I get that capitalism is shit. I get you, dude. My parents have been pushing me to work, since I was a kid too. But, even so, communism is way worse. My relatives suffered and died because of it. I'm sorry, it's just never works. It always just goes straight to totalitarism.

my family has suffered under USSR as well. I dont support authoritarian communism or totalitarian systems. When youre up to date with what workers in america actually go through and what the living conditions are under capitalism and how much suffering colonialism caused, you cannot stand by and let imperial propaganda guide your political views.

anonymous asked:

yknow how the stars we see in the sky may be a thing of the past because light takes time to travel? what if aliens million of light years away look at the earth through a telescope and see savage dinosaurs, and that's why they won't visit us. because dinosaurs possess no intelligence and do not intrigue aliens.

i’ve thought about this so much omg!! and like it works the other way around too - like the trappist planets could already have intelligent life but we wouldn’t know it for centuries bc light takes time! god i love astronomy

@ctaeth (fellow astronomy nerd)

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My opinion about the signs

Okay… I know this is not really my type of content but I always find these interesting to read so I thought I’ll post one myself.

Aries: you can count on them, don’t take things too seriously, get mad at small things, much fun to hang out with, somewhat egoistic, as soon as they find someone more interesting than you they will hang out with them (though, they will not forget about you)

Taurus: I always become extremly good friends with them, so relaxing to hang out with them, weird humour, very determined and stubborn, talk a loooot, in a relationship they need a lot of physical interaction, they make me feel like home, laughs about every little thing, cute laugh

Gemini: fun people to hang out with, their humour is so… unexpected like they say things you would have never thought about, tend to hide their serious feelings/emotions, take the side of the person they want to impress, think too much about how they can impress someone rather than just beeing themselves (even through their personality is way more charming)

Cancer: a little too sensitive for my taste, can get very annoying but they are too cute to be mad at, need a lot of protection, very giggly, great story-tellers (but they tend to tell you the same story over and over again), materialistic, put you first, loves from the bottom of their heart, pretty smart but dumb at the same time

Leo: warmhearted people, try to be funny and cool all the time (but fail eventually lol too cute), buys you a lot of gifts, attention-lovers, likes to meet new people, very vain when it comes to their appearance, very nervous when having tests/exams, naturally intelligent (unfortunately this doesn’t help them much in school), enjoys good food

Virgo: stress themselves way too much, overthink everything, usually very good in school, gets mad and stressed when things don’t work out as they thought they would, sort of a boring personality, they can talk sooooo much, very sensitive (!!!), tend to be too harsh on themselves, high expectations of themselves

Libra: naturally flirty af, cute smile, scared to be alone, talks most of the time about themselves, makes sure everybody is getting enough attention, very lazy, does things in the last minute, usually the one studying for a test/exam the lesson before, clumsy, needs protection, don’t like confrontations/fights, not good at making decisions or being on time

Scorpio: just like libras they talk a lot about themselves, get veeeeery obsessive over things and people, their staring is so intense that it makes me feel uncomfortable, cares a lot about their loved ones, scared to show feelings, makes very weird but cute compliments you would have never gotten from anybody else, sporty, try to flirt but that’s just a little… cringe-worthy lol

Sagittarius: now… these people are the absolut oppostie of me, always awkward when we hang out together, not the most loyal boyfriend/girlfriend/friend, always wearing top outfits, always looking good, cares a lot about their hair or in general their appearance, not the best in school, party every weekend, straightforward

Capricorn: makes sooo many cute compliments, I have this weird attraction towards them, extremly sexy, intelligent, can’t sit still, they are very weird people, humour consists of sarcasm and dad jokes and can be very dry, know way too well how to seduce people, not the best in expressing their feeling but they try, ABSOLUT SWEETHEARTS, gets shy when being complimented, very sensitive, never forget their mistakes and always regret them (no matter how small it was)

Aquarius: makes me feel like home at the very first meeting, either pretty chill or being pissed off at silly things, don’t like stubborn people, tendency to be very religious, very good friends, will do everything for and with you, works hard to reach their goals, plans everything weeks/months before

Pisces: I either like or can’t stand them, actually quite egoistic, not the best in using the right words, sensitive af 24/7, dark humour, cries a lot, scared to hurt someones feelings (even if they don’t like the person), avoids confrontations/fights by not saying what’s really on their mind, in a fight they will say the most hurtful things (and will regret them their whole life), using the victim-card way too often, most of the time smiling

This is for @uncannycookie since I asked if they wanted anything and they requested something about Mob going with Teruki to get his ears pierced, so here it is!

But then I also found I wanted to do the entire scene and I didn’t have time to draw it all so… I wrote fanfiction for the first time in my entire life. Writing is very much not my forte so I hope I didn’t make too many mistakes. I just thought it was a cute fluffy scene. Ummm, I hope you like it! *screaming over writing*


“You didn’t have to come you know,” Teruki said as he opened the door, a bell gently chiming above them. “It’s going to be fairly quick to get done.” He held the door open for Mob before shutting it behind them, leaving behind a crisp Autumn day and becoming encased in the warm, dark interior of the shop.

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i still remember the way your skin felt against mine; soft but still rough. remember how my pale skin was the perfect contrast to your tanned one.
i remember the way you used to lightly trace my face with your fingertips, never applying to much pressure as if you were too scared of hurting me.
i remember how soft your hair felt and how it  annoyed you when i constantly ran my fingers through it, even if you had just styled it.
i remember your voice, still. it was deep and smooth, always calming me when i was feeling anxious or sad. it is, to this day, my favourite sound.
i remember the colour of your eyes and how it still resembles my favourite chocolate. remember, how i got lost in them the first time i ever spoke to you, and how it changed my outlook on brown eyes that i always found boring and not the least special.

i wonder for how much longer i will remember all these little things.
i wonder when skin will become just skin again,
when your touch will become just one of many i’ve felt in my life.
wonder, when the softness of your hair will be long forgotten,
when your voice will turn into just another sound,
and your brown eyes will resemble just another pair of boring, brown eyes.
i wonder if i’ll ever forget and if i do, just know that it was not on purpose. if i could keep remembering them accurately for the rest of my life, then i would.

—  e.s. // all the little things about you that i wish i could remember forever.

Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you:
Nathaniel

Looks like could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll:
Kentin

Looks like a cinnamon roll and actually is a cinnamon roll:
Lysander

Looks like could kill you and could actually kill you:
Castiel

Sinnamon roll:
Armin

She was the moon. Flawed, like everything else in existence, but so easy it was to forget that when you only saw her from down below, eliminating your darkness with the hope that surely, if an ecjantantress like her existed, so did goodness. But if I were to be consumed by her–if I were to explore her, she’d have not so much as oxygen to provide, nor a soul to wander with through her eternal barren grounds. I’d suffocate in the very darkness she shielded me from…from afar.
Where I was safe from any truths I chose not to accept. It was fine. Let me be selfish. I care not for her loneliness or isolation, because from where I stand, she’s too beautiful to see any other way.
She is the moon.
—  mindful-banter 
Everything

A Bucky x Reader / fluff one shot

A/N: So this is the first thing I’ve written in… about a month? So please be gentle! I appreciate your feedback and your patience with me, while I get back in the writing groove. ♥

Word Count: 1,066

Warnings:
- none.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine

“Bucky,” you whispered into the dark, your fingernails gripping at the sheets, getting caught in the fabric. Only the moon peeking through the equally as black curtains shed any light into the room, casting looming shadows on the walls. “I’m scared…”

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What Your Sign Seems To Be

Aries: you can count on them, don’t take things too seriously, get mad at small things, much fun to hang out with, somewhat egoistic, as soon as they find someone more interesting than you they will hang out with them (though, they will not forget about you)

Taurus: I always become extremly good friends with them, so relaxing to hang out with them, weird humour, very determined and stubborn, talk a loooot, in a relationship they need a lot of physical interaction, they make me feel like home, laughs about every little thing, cute laugh

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Will you always come home with me and tell me about your day? Tell me about the guy at work who talked too much, the stain you got on your shirt at lunch. Tell me about a funny thought you had when you were waking up and forgotten about. Tell me how crazy everyone is and we can laugh about it. Even if you get home late and I’m already asleep, just whisper in my ear one little thought you had today, ‘cause I love the way you look at the world. I’m so happy I get to be next to you and look at the world through your eyes
—  Her (2013)
Worth the Wait- Poe Dameron

Word Count: 2385

Pairing: Poe Dameron x OC

Prompt: “Why are you looking at me like that” and Poe and OC friends to lovers.

A/N: Give me more Poe. This was so fun to write…best friends to lovers is my fav trope of all time besides love/hate I think!


“You really don’t have to sit here, Poe,” I said, casting the pilot a look from over my shoulder. “You gotta be exhausted.”

He was sitting on an overturned crate, chin propped in one hand as he watched me work. A crooked grin tugged at one side of his mouth. “What? And leave my baby all alone with you?”

I rolled my eyes at his teasing, but as I turned back to his ship, a small smile was on my own lips. “Honestly your “baby” might be better off in my hands than yours. Considering all the pain you’ve caused it.” I shined my light into the fuselage, double checking my work.

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Yoongi’s runaway daughter. part.2

Yoongi and daughter AU

part.1 part.2 part.3 part.4:END


Originally posted by jeonbase

Yoongi’s p.o.v

I honestly didn’t believe Y/N and what she said. She’s a kid, how much truth could she be relaying to me? I walked into her room expecting to see her there but she wasn’t. I began to frantically search her room looking for her, under the bed? Not there. Her wardrobe? Nothing. Nothing but a few pieces of clothing left behind.

I saw that her favourite backpack was missing, the very backpack that I bought her Christmas last year. She could have asked for anything, but she only wanted the backpack. Because it had ‘BTS Suga’ imprinted on it. I looked around some more and saw that her once filled piggy bank, was left on her desk, completely drained. Not even a single penny left. 

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My Dear Tumblr Friends,

Some of you have been with me for years. YEARS. And I wanna tell you a story.

A story about a girl who grew up mean, and hateful, and was almost a bully in school.
Not a steal-your-lunch-money-and-punch-you-in-the-face bully, but a girl who was rude for no reason, and who pushed people away.

I don’t want to make excuses for myself, that kind of behaviour is gross.
But I want you to know why. I was a kid who was taught that I had to pretend I fit in. Who had to be happy and cheerful and make sure everyone liked her, but no one really knew her. Because then they’d know how hurt she was when the kids would whine about having to sit with her so she wouldn’t be by herself when the rest of the class was playing basketball. Because then they’d know she was painfully aware of how different she was. 
For years I put up with boys UNPLUGGING my MOTORIZED WHEELCHAIR as I was moving because ~it was cute~ ~they’re just teasing you because they like you~
For years I put up with always being the guy’s best friend, but never being the girl friend because HEAVENS a human male ACTUALLY conSIDER being with a girl in a wheelchair (just so you know!!! still havent found one!!!!)

But I’m done. One day I realized I don’t care how the rest of the world sees me, it’s how I see me that matters. Once I accepted myself, once I said “yes I’m in a wheelchair and that means I’ll have to be alone in some things but that’s Okay”, life got way better. 

I look at the photo above, tiny lil’ me in a BOUDOIR shoot, something I never thought I’d do when I was in my phase of “wear whatever makes you blend in because you already stick out too much”, I’m proud of myself. I’m proud of getting through the hurtful words that get thrown at me when I’m out in public, and the words that get thrown at me online. I’m proud of working through my own mental health issues, and becoming stronger. I’m proud that I did all of this by myself. Because sometimes you have to save yourself.

I thought I had no one, but I had someone. I had me.
My chair is in this photo because it’s an integral piece of who I am. I never want to be thought of as “removed” from it. It influences who I am, what I think, how I speak, but my body is more than my chair. And it took me years, but I love it now.

TLDR; LOOK HOW CUTE I AM!!!!!

Why we enjoy Sarah J Maas’s books:

Alright! So I finally got through all of the survey responses. I got over 300! However, I did have to throw out over 50 as many people decided to check more than 5 for likes or dislikes. And I don’t think google forms lets you limit the number they can check? Anyways, it’s fine because I still have 254 usable responses and tons of lovely quotes/thoughts/rants from all of you!!

I’ll put the data charts up top and then the long answer responses below, divided into sections.

So clearly, we are overwhelmingly here for the female characters, the character growth, and the romance. But we also like the morally grey characters, the world building, and the representation of PTSD, abuse, and mental health issues. 

I’m sorry that is so tiny, but basically, we overwhelmingly dislike the lack of diversity in terms of PoC and LGBTQ character and we also have some issues with world building, magic, and seeing our favs do problematic things. 

Also 18 of your hate Celaena lol (I love her and I know that putting that answer in there as a selection was petty af but I cannot help myself. It was all for a good laugh)


Alright, so most of us feel negatively and positively about the fandom. But a solid chunk, 34%, feels positively most-all of the time. Which is great. We are doin okay friends. Only 5.5%, 14 people, felt like the fandom affected them only negatively. 

So we clearly are here for enjoyment and escapism. And pain. 

Also, I apologize for the wet dreams one but THIS FANDOM LOVES SMUT I HAD TO PUT IT ON THERE OKAY

So 70% of the ppl reading to enjoy things and find it easy to ignore the things we dislike. 


And the long answers:

Enjoyment:

Some of us really enjoy the way she writes characters—she really makes us really care with backstory and character development:

“When I finally decide to shut the book, it takes me a minute to forget that the characters aren’t real. I’ve fallen in love with almost every single one of her characters because they’re so authentic; they go through hardships, they love, they fall out of love, they get angry, they grieve deeply, but most importantly, they GROW. I’m so impressed with who Feyre and Aelin have come to be as women over the years. The familial love that bonds the characters together is also something that I really connect to. They really would do ANYTHING to protect each other.” anonymous

“She delivers types of characters and points of view that other YA writers haven’t done. She pulls of tropes without making them boring. She isn’t afraid of calling characters out for doing the wrong thing.”- @the-heir-of-terrasen

“I think SJM’s character development is her biggest strength. I haven’t connected to so many characters in a series since Harry Potter. She is good at showing rather than telling when it comes to several moments of key character building, especially for . That I am so emotionally invested in such a wide variety of characters across two series is a testament to her gift.” -anonymous

“Her use of description and narrative really is eye-opening to the world of the characters in the most subtle of ways. She knows how to wield a character’s experiences and history to cleave new paths in their personalities, and thus makes ever-changing, ever-growing characters that are so much more relatable than most other fantasy books. Not to mention that her villains are just as mysterious and wicked as her protagonists, making even the antagonists realistic to the point of you *screaming* at the book for whatever the character has done this time.“ - @cynical-minds-for-cynical-times

“The Connection to the characters. I don’t relate so much as I do just care very, very deeply about them. I LIKE them, even if they aren’t likable people?” @squaddreamcourt

We also really enjoy how morally complex the characters are:

“What I love about SJM is that she doesn’t make things prettier than they are. She has not created a perfect world, with those perfect good characters finding a perfect happy ending. Instead she created a world that has loads of problems we’re also facing in our world and she shows us how layered and well thought out characters are dealing with them. Her characters grow and the emotional impact of their deeds is not shrugged off. I love it how everything they do has consequences and how the heroes make mistakes and bad decisions and how the villains do good things sometimes. What I love is that it’s a fascinating world with fascinating characters that gives me an unique view on our world.” @acourtofhopeanddreams

“The characters are very well-rounded and dynamic. Almost every character has a motivation for what and why they’re doing what they’re doing, which is something some villains lack in other stories. You find yourself hating the characters, but still enjoying the parts that they’re in because they are so realistic in their mannerisms and motivations.” anonymous

Her books help us deal with personal issues, and we also seem to enjoy how relatable or realistic the personal relationships between the characters are:

“I feel like her books help me a lot, for one thing because they make me feel excited and enthusiastic about something which I think everyone needs more of in their life. I also love the platonic and romantic relationships between the characters because they educate me about abusive relationships, healthy relationships, and the complications of friendships etc. I love this because I feel like it helps me understand myself and the people around me better emotionally, and puts my own personal experiences with other people in perspective. I also find a lot of the things that go down between the characters help me feel more secure about my personal life, and they help me accept myself for feeling the way I do about certain things. Also, I love just love reading them because I find them really fun and enjoyable.“ - @ashryverblue

“I enjoyed the way she wove my favorite fairy tales together and wrote compelling romance. I also connected to the characters and appreciated how she prioritized female pleasure in sex.“ - @sarahviehmann

“The representation of mentally ill and abused characters and their arcs that deals with their past and their issues that isnt “love fixes everything” -anonymous

“also like how they don’t have the common ‘no body likes me because I’m ugly I’m so sad boo ho’ because I never really related to those characters. I want to read about someone who is confident in their body and with their skills, and not someone who is whiny and needs someone to hold their hand through everything.” @a-book-love

“Feyre’s struggle with abuse and PTSD in ACOMAF was relatable and her growth is inspiring. I love her relationship with Rhys and the understanding and respect they have for one another. I love Rhys and his Inner Circle - they’re funny, kind, intelligent, strong, witty etc. I like that Rhys, Mor, Az, and Cassian are abuse survivors - it gives me hope. I love how supportive they are of one another. Of course, I love the magic and world-building in the series but the characters and their relationships are what stand out to me the most in this series.” @pencilsfulloflead

And some of us are here for the drama (myself included):

“Honestly these are the most dramatic books I’ve read, which I love. My favorite thing about fanfiction is how character focused they are, all the big sweeping emotional gestures, all the angst and drama. Give me all that shit. SJM’s books give me that but with original characters/a new world/etc. which allows me new content with those same tropey, dramatic things that I love, with good writing. “ anonymous

“GOD I WISH I KNEW, I HAVE ALWAYS CONSIDERED MYSELF BEING HELD IN THIS FANDOM AGAINST MY WILL AND BETTER JUDGEMENT. I guess I’d say the characters– while I wouldn’t call them “relatable” necessarily– are engaging, and the light fantasy trappings, digestible (though not refined) prose, fast pace, exciting-if-not-necessarily-logically-sound plot twists, and heightened drama create an exciting tableau/ fertile ground for indulgent romance narratives/ heavy interpersonal dramas, which SJM does well. There’s also lots of side characters/ unexplored plot or world-related threads prime for creative exploration that make the world fun to explore as a fic writer.“ @valamerys

“The books have an element of wonder to them; my jaw was wide open during the scene in HOF when all the witches drummed for Abraxos and during the Weaver scene in ACOMAF. Aelin never fails to make me laugh, and on the flip side, her story in HOF is my absolute favorite.” @screaming-at-billiards

And finally, this little snippet that I thought explained why most of us read for the female characters:

“that the women don’t need men to be powerful”


Dislike:

So we clearly have some issues with the diversity…

“Two black girls died for white pain (Dorian/Sorscha and Aelin/Nehemia) in back to back books.”

“I would like to see more POC and LGBT characters because I feel like with the powerful messages and arcs these characters go through it would be beneficial not only to the storyline (with experiences like racism and LGBT discrimination to add to their issues and how they deal with them) but to how people read the book.”

“She messed up big time with ACOWAR and how poorly she treated Mor’s trauma.”- anonymous

“I can’t think of a general thing I dislike about Sarah’s books. I know lack of/poorly handled diversity is an issue but as a straight white female I tend to let others speak on this as I don’t feel like it’s my place to say whether or not POC/LGBTQ+ characters are represented well/enough. Other than that there are plot points, conversations, small things, etc. that I wish had gone differently but that’s my nitpicking and personal preference.” anonymous
“Primarily it’s the lack of representation and understanding of diversity, but recently with acowar I felt she became too busy and it was a bit rushed and unfinished.” @fcyrearcherxn

“Eh I wish it [descriptions of skin color] was clearer so ppl would stop drawing illiryans white” @acourtoffeyreandaelin

And some of us have issues with world building…

“Sjm seems to think about a lot of things while writing, but she doesn’t think them all the way through. For example, the magic system, the references to mythological characters/creatures from multiple cultures and smashed together, etc. I get the sense that even if she has to outline for her publisher, there is still so much that just isn’t thought about with enough attention to detail.“ @abookandacoffee


How dislike affects our reading:

Some of us are not affected by the things we dislike:

“Not at all really, if anything it just fuels fanfiction.” anonymous

“Literally not at all. Even if there are things I dislike, I still love the characters and their stories.” anonymous

“they mildly irritate me until i get over it about 4 minutes later” anonymous

“not much tbh, I just skipped that shit lol” @squaddreamcourt

Some of us were disappointed by acowar and the world building issues it raised affected our enjoyment:

“It makes me cringe when I read it, and honestly all the issues in ACOWAR made it harder for me to get into. Some illogical (even with magic in place) things in the end battle made it impossible for me to focus on the end of the book, cause I still couldn’t get over how little sense what had just happened made. Which was the opposite of ACOMAF, I couldn’t get enough of that book.” - @nightinsurgent

Some of us are negatively affected by the way SJM has handled certain issues:

It [ Mor’s trauma in acowar] honestly ruined the entire book for me and I try to pretend like the third book isn’t even canon.” -anonymous

“Sometimes it can put a downer as I’m a POC I can sometime realise I can’t fully relate to all characters but usually i brush it off as I realise that all books have faults.”-anonymous

And some of us feel guilty for enjoying these books despite the issues:

“I have at times (particularly after major online discussions) felt guilty for taking pleasure from something that hurt another person’s feelings.“- anonymous 


How the fandom affects our enjoyment:

Some of us love the fandom and how it leads to deeper understandings of the story:

“I LOVE fandom. It makes me feel like I’m part of something and that I have people who are there for me. It also gives me new ways of obsessing about the series, and I love seeing other people’s interpretations and feelings about the books, especially when they point out things that I haven’t noticed before. It just gives me a deeper, richer reading experience and it’s like I’m always partly in the world of the books, because I’m always thinking about them and in that sense they never really leave me and are always a part of me.“ @ashryverblue

“WE RIDE AND DIE TOGETHER SO NOTHING IS TOO PAINFUL WHEN YOU HAVE EACH OTHER” -anonymous

For some of us, fandom really affects how we enjoy the books and how we think about certain aspects and characters:

“I’ve always been a critical reader but I wonder if I didn’t have a medium to see, read, and interact with my criticisms that I would let them go easier.”- anonymous

“I can mostly ignore it but sometimes it makes me feel shame for liking the books as much as I do. I also can get past it because I think some people are way to harsh and expect perfect characters which is not what I’m here for. Also, even if improvement in terms of representation is slow at least sjm has made some changes which is something most authors would never do.”-anonymous

“I get to see both sides of all the arguments and my own opinions are sometimes changed based on an argument someone might present considering any topic, which expands my horizons and makes it more enjoyable for me.” @angrydinosauryouth

“I don’t think I would care about Suriel’s death so much if it wasn’t for this fandom who made him a drama loving queen. Things like that” @jmaas-books-lover

We are disappointed with the fandom recently:

“At first I loved how we were all interacting, but the fandom has grown so negative and condemning of any differing opinions. I don’t mean people being called out others for saying abusive characters are not abusive, but people seem to go to war over inconsequential opinions that don’t harm anyone.” @nightinsurgent

“The ACOTAR fandom in particular used to be really lovely and amazing, and there are still groups with whom that is still true. Everyone let people think about and enjoy what they wanted as long as we weren’t perpetuating or justifying abuse, and it was a very supportive environment. It’s less so, now, and people are defending the text just to defend it, which is frustrating to me both as a fic writer AND a reader.” @sarahviehmann

“What gets at me is the clouds of negativity… And it seems really  hard to avoid sometimes, especially in such a small fandom. And when a few vocal members, who otherwise make good stuff, get very negative it gets worse…”

Some of us love the books despite what the fandom has to say:

“The fandom itself doesn’t affect my love of the books, I make my own opinions about them. But the fandom is severely affecting my enjoyment of being a part of the fandom.” @miladyaelin

Some of us enjoy parts of the fandom, but have serious issues with how the fandom reacts negatively to certain aspects of the books:

“Parts of the fandom really make me happy and allow me to discuss my thoughts and feelings about the books. There’s an amazing community of people. But there is a huge part of the fandom which really, really negatively affects my experience through heavy, harsh, and often unnecessary criticism. That’s not to say that we shouldn’t be critical and shouldn’t discuss the issues in her books, but there’s almost a frenzy about it now to the point where those of us who enjoy her books are made to feel bad about it. Yes, she has problems. But there has been significant improvements that no one seems to want to acknowledge. The second something new is released it’s torn into shreds and if you have a different opinion then you’re wrong. (For example, how Morrigan’s coming out was handled. Everyone has been saying how bad it was and how Sarah really messed it up, but I’m bisexual and I now really relate to Mor and the way she came out and her reasoning for not doing so before was incredibly real and believable to me. It seems that a lot of the people (though obviously not all) who criticise the lack of diversity in SJM’s books aren’t actually diverse themselves and are just on some sort of crusade to make themselves look like better people.) Why can’t some of us just enjoy a book for what it’s worth?” anonymous

Among The Beasts: Freedom

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

synopsis: Klaus’ attempts to live up to his promise to you lead him to dark paths, but, in the end, he manages to lift the curse up, waking you up. 

A/N: I don’t know if I made it clear, but the Mikaelsons are quite fond to the reader. She is friends with all of them, but has a deeper conection with Kol. :)

Word Count: 2525

Part 1 - Part 2


“This is funny”, Klaus thought, a while later, as he stood in front of his mother’s lifeless body, holding her heart on his right hand. It was indeed amusing, because all of Esther’s worries revolved around what he would become if he possessed his Hybrid powers. What kind of evil the blond would turn out to be. Yet, she did not considered the fact she was the one to blame. She made him. She sentenced a poor boy to a painful childhood just to hide her mistake.

A bitter chuckle left his lips. Yes, killing her was an act of mercy, for the witch deserved way more than a quick death.

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The problem-free person (Langst)

Lance and Hunk walked down the corridor towards their respective rooms. The Cuban boy with a toothy grin on his features, giggling the last joke of the night to his lifetime-best-guy-friend.

“Pft dude, why the long face?”

Hunk sighed before answering. “…Nothing. Sleepy.”

With that they said their good nights and headed straight to their rooms. Lance had had a pretty good time.

Unbeknownst to him however, was that Hunk felt more irritated than usual due to many errands he had to go through.

Hunk wasn’t cross with him though, he would never be. 

But with the chuckling, the giggles and the- Hunk would never admit this to Lance- forced cackling, it lead him to being more drained. Throughout the majority of their conversations today Lance was cheery and a bit unrealistic. But it was really just how he was. Lance would usually joke with tons of exaggeration and it would turn out actually funny. Hunk and pretty much everyone around him would just shrug it off like a mosquito and drift off into their dreamland when the day ends. 

Well unbeknownst to everyone however, was that Lance knew they were all tired of him. 

What he thought was if he were happy, he would get everyone to be fond of him. To be a problem-free person that wouldn’t be a burden to anyone was what he wanted to achieve. Through little time he mastered the basics of charm, a bright smile and a dazzling wink would be enough to gain the friendships he sought for. 

At the Garrison he had started as a freshmen- just like everyone else at the beginning of a semester. And already he felt wrong. 

The problem was, he was smiling through it all.

Lance didn’t know if it was because he wasn’t flattering enough or if his remarks seemed plastic, but he wasn’t getting through anyone. He knows that much. 

In short, Lance hates himself. Which was unbelievable to his narcissistic exterior. If you would set aside his facade, he felt nothing like how he describes himself. Especially to Keith.

“Was it my laugh?” Lance carefully forced to look at himself in the mirror for only a second. He was afraid that if he stared too long he would start to develop thoughts. Tugging at his brown locks he whispered, “dang, I feel extra crap today, way to go Lance McC-lame.”

He scrubbed both hands on his eyes. When he pulled back he felt the air drying the parts what were soaked. He was with a group now. Shiro said that they recognized him as their own. 

“I am right? I’m not only just that.” He leaned on his arms that were aligned on the counter. Glancing down he barely saw his tear stains in between his hands. I’m not only just a seventh wheel. He told me. “S-Shiro told me so…” he sobbed.

“Then why do still I feel like that?” Lance face scrunched up in agony. He was alone now so he could go throwing stuff around if he wanted to.

“Is it because I’m bothersome?” 

Look, even Hunk’s getting real pissed at you.

“I don’t know what to tell them anymore…” Lance felt the whining raise up his throat, he tried his best to suppress it. He had enough of it today. He tried his best to stop them from seeping out but to no avail. Something punched him even more forcefully in the chest because of how Hunk, his best friend, seemed like.

In the back of his mind he heard another set of insults pairing up with the recent ones he created for himself. The ones that said ‘you’re talentless in Voltron. You can easily be replaced. You know that best.’

His arms were then folded above his head and his chest covered the sink. He was jumping with each hiccup that rocked his ribs.

Tomorrow was Bonding Session. Where they all would receive the mind contraptions that linked each others thoughts together. So Lance had to calm himself enough to push them all down. Deeper than ever because today’s events made it seem more unsafe if he were to push them as far as he usually does (which was enough to cause all of them to have a blind eye.).

By the end of his episode, his eyes were glass. Meaning that his eyes, the windows to the soul, was blocked by a thick, impenetrable layer of material. His mind shut off, devoid of any emotions so that the team could continue with their daily necessities and think of Lance as the problem-free person he had made himself become. 


this is my first ever langst and i felt kinda depressed while writing this. Damn it why is my face wet? ;-;

Should I make a part 2 with the mind contraptions? i rly wanna kno what u think ;u

~ Munime ♡
Anger, Sex and Confessions (Road Trip Series - Part Three)

Quick note: Please keep in mind while reading this that I’ve written it over such a long period of time (and that’s no one’s fault but my own) and that means it could honestly be the biggest pile of crap you’ve ever read, and totally not worth the wait that it has been. I’m nervous as fuck. Enjoy!

Part One: Warmth x If Looks Could Kill

Part Two: Wrong Directions and Shower Secrets

He suppressed a growl when he felt his body stiffening. The pleasure was too great for Justin to feel any sense of guilt or embarrassment when flashes of [Y/N]’s bare body entered his mind.

With care, his hand moved up and down his length but he knew it wouldn’t be long before his speed increased. His heart thumped rapidly against his ribcage and the steam started to suffocate him, he was determined to see himself through, despite having a lightheaded sensation in his head.  

He did with success. He knew he’d spent far too long in the shower, so long that the rest of the group were likely to be getting suspicious, but all of those worries left his brain when he felt himself falling over the edge.

Leaving his lips, pants and gasps bounced off the shower wall and returned back to their rightful owner almost immediately. Justin tried to bite the inside of his cheek to hold back the voicing of his pleasure but he knew he could only do so much.

The hot water mixed with his juices that managed to reach his stomach while he continued to stroke himself through the bliss that took its time to subside, as though it didn’t want to leave him. Justin would admit the feeling was mutual.

Feeling dizzy, he took a few minutes to let the water wash over his body and cleanse him of his actions that he was starting to feel slightly regretful of.

Stepping out of the shower only minutes later and panting breathlessly, Justin quickly trapped the heat against his body by wrapping the towel around his waist. He felt his cheeks burning and he was sure if he wasn’t dripping wet, he’d have sweat running down his forehead.

He felt relaxed, and at ease with no tension anywhere in his body. Looking in the mirror, even as it was steamed up, he could see the deep redness in his cheeks.

He shut the shower door before opening the bathroom one in front of him. The fact he’d made sure to wrap the towel around him quickly meant nothing when the cold air sent a shiver through his entire body and gave him the sensation of being given shock treatment.

The rest of the group were lounging around in front of the TV, and [Y/N]’s eyes met his own and he couldn’t help but smirk as she rapidly switched her attention to the TV once more, pretending their gaze hadn’t clicked momentarily.

He walked into the bedroom and didn’t bother turning the light switch   before closing the door and walking around to the far side of the room where his things were sprawled carelessly. He couldn’t help but catch a glance of red lace poking out of [Y/N]’s suitcase, and he had to quickly turn away to forget about it.

He dropped the towel from his body and pulled the boxers up his legs and over his junk. He grabbed some sweatpants out of his bag and threw them on. Water droplets hit his cheeks as his hair stuck up without direction. He ran his hand through it before grabbing a shirt and pulling it over his head as he aimed for the bedroom door.

Out in the main room, things were just as they were a few seconds ago, just as he expected. Once again, [Y/N] shifted her gaze onto him for only a moment. She was spread out across the couch that would have otherwise had a free seat. The floor was cold beneath his feet and he refused to sit on it. She didn’t budge as he walked closer to her.

“Move,” he said. She didn’t react nor did she show any sign of acknowledgement. “Move,“ he repeated, just a little louder.

"As you can see, this couch is currently taken,” she replied, her eyes on the TV.

“Maybe so, but it could also be taken by two if you moved your fat ass,” he hissed, taking a hold of her legs and trying to pull them off of the couch.

“Fucking hell, sit here,” Kylie said, standing abruptly. Justin watched in annoyance as [Y/N] moved her feet out of the way so Kylie could sit down.

The room was quiet apart from the TV, and Justin could sense it was almost awkward, no one was in a hurry to say anything to break it however. He bounced his leg on the floor mindlessly and rested his hands on his stomach.

“Okay, I can’t hold it in any longer. We saw you guys cuddling this morning,” Khalil exclaimed as a grin burst out onto his face. He looked like he was ready to explode.

Justin instantly scoffed, and [Y/N] imitated him. “You’re talking shit, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, feeling his heart rate pick up.

“I figured you’d say that,” Khalil replied and did the one thing Justin was silently praying he wouldn’t do; he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Looking over at [Y/N], he could see she had a mix of panic, worry and confusion across her face. He shifted his gaze back to Khalil who was ready to reveal the proof. And when he did, Justin held back a groan.

On his phone was a photo Justin was expecting simply because he remembered exactly how he’d woken up that morning; [Y/N]’s back pressed against his chest, his arm around her comfortably.

“Care to explain?” It was Kendall’s turn to grin.

“You want an explanation?” Justin asked while [Y/N] sat quietly, almost stunned. “We’re secret fuck buddies. Yeah, I’m surprised you didn’t hear us last night the way I was giving it to her-“

"Justin!” [Y/N] hissed. “That is not true.”

"Well, that’s what they want? Isn’t it?” he spat and shocked expressions took over three of the faces staring at him. “Of course nothing’s going on between us. I can’t stand her, I can’t stand her bitchy attitude, and anyone who’d be willing to even hold her hand must be out of their mind, besides,” Justin muttered mindlessly, pointing in [Y/N]’s direction before slumping back against the couch. "I can do way better than a bitch like her.”

She didn’t want to be quick to say it hurt, but she could feel a deep snag in her heart, as though someone had shoved a knife through her chest but it had caught and tangled in her veins.

The silence made it worse; it either meant no one was fazed by Justin’s comment, or they had realised it was a little too much so sudden. Either way, [Y/N] jumped to her feet and aimed for the door without letting the thought process. It was as though all of her insecurities had been brought to the surface in a harsh attempt to drown her and she couldn’t help but feel her eyes swimming in tears.

Justin watched the TV without taking notice. She slipped her shoes on and thanked the warm weather that she was able to leave without grabbing a coat. She made an effort to slam the door behind her.

The air gave her a hard slap to the face, but she felt better with the fresh air filling her lungs, even the sight of the trees waving softly made her feel somewhat at ease.

She walked, she wasn’t sure what direction or how far, but she passed nothing but green land and the odd yellow patches until the sun started to sink before the landscape. It caused her to flinch away as it glared at her, burning her retinas without remorse.

Birds flew over her head, chirping excitedly and frightening her when they swooped just a little lower than usual. There was soft rustling in the bushes but she decided it was nothing she should worry about.There was a gush of wind attacking her back with so much force, she felt her body being ushered forwards.

****

It’d been a few hours since she’d left and since she hadn’t even thought of her phone as she stormed out, there was no way for her to have contact with anyone. She was grateful for it a few hours ago, but the sun was leaving her and she was no longer as warm as she had been, and suddenly, not as confident that she’d be able to get back.

She turned around on her heels suddenly and started to stumble back where she’d come from. With a little bit of panic in her system, the ground no longer seemed so perfectly laid out before her. The air seemed like ice on her skin, she wrapped her arms around her body.

The sky looked as though it was ablaze; the blue that once looked like an ocean in the sky had transformed into a mixture of reds and yellows, it looked like someone had painted it, maybe even just for her. She could see the last edge of the sun leave behind the hills and the sky became even darker. She tried not to worry but the air was getting colder by the second and she could no longer feel her fingers.

She wasn’t sure how long it had been; minutes, possibly hours, but she managed to find her way back eventually. It was just as the sky turned a deep blue, going on black, colour. She felt fatigue wash over her body while walking towards the door. The lights were still on and the place looked just as it had done when she left, with a little more life to it now that it was the only light source outside.

She felt a sense of awkwardness crawl into her body when she walked inside; her hurt and embarrassment had somewhat subsided and she wasn’t feeling at all up to the possible gazes she may just get as she meets their faces. It happened, no matter how much she wanted to run away for a few more hours.

"Where the fuck have you been?!” Kylie shot towards her and grabbed her by the arm, her hands were warm and [Y/N] appreciated it. “You’ve been gone hours.”

"Sorry, I just needed some fresh air, that’s all.” She shrugged as though it was nothing, as though she hadn’t gotten lost and began to panic. “I’m fine, honestly.”

"Yeah, now, we didn’t know that an hour ago,” Kendall pointed out as she sat on the edge of the couch. Khalil was stood behind her, leaning against the back of the couch.

A sudden emotion set into [Y/N]’s body and she knew all it could be was guilt; she’d been so caught up in thinking about herself and her own emotions, she didn’t seem to think about the fact that she’d left with no explanation.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I should have said something, I didn’t mean to worry you.” She sent them an apologetic smile while a flush creeped up to her cheeks. “Forgive me?” 

The worried looks were still being sent her way, but after hugs and more apologies from [Y/N], everything was resolved, much to her relief. Sighing, she dropped down onto the couch.

“Are you okay?” Kylie dared to ask what the other two seemed to be wanting to by the way they nodded.

“Yeah, I’m okay, just needed to clear my head, that’s all,” she replied with a strong element of truth behind her words. “I think I’m gonna go get some rest though.”

“Do you wanna swap-“

“I’ll be okay, he’s probably asleep anyway. Night.” [Y/N] sent smiles to the three of them before making her way across the room to her bedroom door, kicking her shoes off as she did so. She could see the light through the small gap underneath the door and felt her heart come alive in her chest.

Her eyes met Justin sat on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hands. When the door opened, he was quick to turn to see who had walked through it and when his eyes clocked [Y/N], he jumped to his feet.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he hissed the same words Kylie had, taking her by surprise. “You’ve been gone for hours!”

“That’s none of your business,” she muttered, suddenly avoiding eye contact as though if she met his eyes, she’d lose all strength.

“Well, believe it or not, it kinda is. If you hadn’t have come back, I’d never have been able to live with myself.”

“What you said hurt,” she murmured, “but don’t flatter yourself.”

“Where did you go?”

“Why do you care?”

He sighed heavily. “I don’t know, [Y/N], okay? But I do.”

[Y/N] didn’t know what to say so she didn’t attempt to think of anything. The mere fact that Justin had been worried about her while she was gone was enough to throw her off track. It stayed quiet for a while, Justin’s confession was hanging painfully exposed in the air, and she used that time to climb under the warmth of the covers.

“I’m sorry,” Justin rasped.

“What for?”

“You know what for, for what I said.”

“I’m over it, I don’t care.” She played with the edge of the covers to stop herself from looking over at Justin’s bare back.

“Are you?” he asked and, finally, laid back against the pillows. They laid side by side, completely still, as though they were scared that whoever moved first would lose the battle.

“Totally.”

Justin rolled over onto his side. His head rested against the palm of his hand and his eyes burned into the side of [Y/N]’s face. She itched to return his gaze.

“..I enjoyed being with you, holding you, I mean. It felt nice.”

His confessions were piling up and she knew his ways too well to not question whether it was just another one of his games. She stayed quiet.

“Why won’t you look at me?” he asked with confusion lacing and decorating his tone.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” She finally found the strength to look at him, and when she did, she could see colour swirling around his pupils.

He shrugged and bit the inside of his cheek. “I guess I’m just tired of pretending that I don’t care for you when all I want to do is compliment you.”

“Where is this coming from?” she asked; she couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Justin sighed again, and ran a hand through his jungle of hair. “I guess when you left, it scared me. I didn’t know where you were or if you were okay, or even if you were coming back. It made me realise that I do care about you,” he said before letting out a large breath of air. He looked worried, he’d never looked like that in front of her.

“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered. She wanted to tell him that she was enjoying his warmth, and that she’d like him to come closer, but she didn’t.

“That’s okay, you don’t have to say anything. I know this is sudden. We can just go to sleep and forget everything if you want.”

His words echoed in her mind like a record threatening to skip and start all over again. She didn’t want to sleep, at least not without him close. She wanted him to keep saying nice things to her, as selfish as that sounded. She liked the new Justin, and she couldn’t help but remember how his arms felt firmly around her waist.

He was still watching her closely, and she hadn’t any control over the next words that left her lips.

“Kiss me.”

His eyes widened and he took the characteristics of an ice statue for a few seconds. [Y/N] half expected water to start gliding his temple at any moment, and she was sure if it reached his cheek it would sizzle.

However, in the next few seconds he transformed into something wild. He leaped forward and grabbed her face in his hands, making her gasp, but not in surprise. His lips were hot and relaxed her whole body immediately. Their kisses were hungry, that kind of hungry you feel when you haven’t eaten since breakfast and it’s late in the evening.

She’d never heard him moan before, only groan in annoyance at her. She quickly decided she loved the sound and wanted more.

Justin hovered about her, careful not to touch her too much in case she didn’t want to go further. He moved his fingers up her arms and pulled her hands up over her head and held them tightly in his grip. Her tongue grazed against his own and he wanted nothing more than to bite down.

Taking a chance, he abandoned the grasp he had on her hands and moved his left hand to the end of her shirt, letting his fingers wander underneath. When she didn’t resist, he moved them further up towards the very edge of her bra. He could feel lace and growled like a hungry animal into the back of her throat. This made her curve her chest up into him.

“Justin,” she whispered because again she was lost for words.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes switching between hers. She nodded and threw her head back against the fluffy pillows.

His hand almost ripped the shirt from her body with eagerness. A rush of lust released into this body, causing him to grip her hips tighter than he planned. It wasn’t long before the fabric hiding her boobs was thrown behind him. Justin didn’t hesitate to bring his mouth around her left nipple to hear her whimper.

He realised he took great pleasure in hearing her make such delicate noises that floated so wonderfully into his ear and sent tingles running down his neck and spreading to deeper parts of his body. It was something - after all the arguments and miscommunication - he never thought he would feel.

“Definitely,” she replied, pulling his lips against her own by grabbing his neck. “Please don’t take your time.”

He didn’t have to be told twice and became increasingly eager as he took the beginning of her sweatpants in his fingertips. [Y/N]’s skin was warm under his touch. He pulled them down her long legs with a rapidly beating heart, and felt as though it was seconds from coming to a halt once they’d been dropped to the floor and her legs were for him to look at.

An almost inaudible moan left the back of his throat, it would have gone unnoticed if it wasn’t for the strong silence around them, almost like it was waiting for what was to follow.

“I didn’t realise just how much I wanted this until now,” Justin murmurs quietly, unsure if [Y/N] caught what he’d said. His hands venture to the hem of her underwear. “May I?”

“Please,” she whispered.

With a pounding heart and a threatening hard on, Justin just managed to take his time while dragging her underwear down her legs, giving them the same destiny as her sweatpants as he launched them to the floor.

“You’re wearing too much material,” [Y/N] said, indicating to the shorts he was wearing. Justin merely smirked and got to his feet.

With a heart racing wildly in her chest, [Y/N] watched without trying to look too eager. Although when his shorts were off and laying discarded on top of her own, she was sure her breathing was about to stop.

“D’you want a little strip tease?” Justin asked, his infamous grin plastered on his lips as he swayed his hips from left to right gently, wiggling his ass to nonexistent music. “I’ve been told I have excellent stripper skills.”

[Y/N] couldn’t help but laugh, and realised it was probably the first time she’d laughed at him without the joke being at his expense. “Just get over here before I dry up like the desert.”

“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty,” he smirked and gained speed while pulling his boxers down the bottom half of his body. She took the inside of her cheek between her teeth as she felt the heat rush to her cheeks.

He reached over to his bag with a rapid pace and returned with a condom packet that was ripped open and covering him in a matter of seconds. The look of desire in his eye was obvious if the sudden movements didn’t make it clear.

“Ready?” he whispered, towering over her body with his hands resting firmly beside her head. [Y/N] could see his breath becoming heavier by the second.

“More than.”

Justin let his hands slip up and down her sides before pushing his hips forward. There was a tense moment between the two while they allowed reality to set in, but Justin smashed through it was a moan of appreciation against the skin of [Y/N]’s neck.

“How I’ve managed to resist you for this long is a mystery,” he muttered, holding back the desire to bite down on her neck.

She didn’t reply, but simply pushed her hips up as far as she could, feeling Justin’s own slam against hers as a result. [Y/N] watched his jaw tightened for a mere few seconds.

“Talk to me,” he breathed as he lowered himself so that he was closer to her. Their heat radiated off of each other without any trouble. “D’you like that?”

She nodded before she responded. “Y-yes,” she said, needing to catch her breath. “Please don’t stop.” Her nails were digging exceptionally hard into his shoulders, but he didn’t seem to have a problem.

“I’d be an idiot to stop, I wanna know what you’re like when you cum,” he grinned madly, and [Y/N] sensed movement lower down her body. She thought nothing of it until a warm sensation, similar to before, pressed down on her clit.

“Oh fuck,” [Y/N] whispered, letting her eyes fall shut while her body stayed tense. She gripped Justin’s shoulders with the tips of her fingers instead of her nails. “Justin..”

“I know, I know, I know. That’s good, right?” he whispered, becoming impossibly close to her. “All those arguments seem so pointless when we could’ve been doing this the whole time,” he rasped, slamming his hips closer to her.

“We’re idiots,” she chuckled in agreement, but was quickly taken over by the tightening in her stomach. Her heart began to race rapidly.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he muttered so quietly [Y/N] had to wonder if he was talking to her or himself.

It was clear he was coming close; his thrusts took a turn and became harder as each one took place, but they became less coordinated, like Justin was losing control of his hips.

“[Y/N]..” Justin’s voice trailed off into what was barely a whisper, as though the intended words had been stolen from his lips.

“Cum for me,” she whispered encouragingly, meanwhile feeling her own climax approaching.

“I want to see you cum first, I want to feel you cum first. Do that for me.”

There was a certain pressure that did [Y/N] a world of favours; the idea of Justin watching her, his eyes burning into her, send her stomach doing backflips. She pushed her hips up confidently and felt the familiar feeling of falling over the edge.

“C’mon, baby,” he muttered into her ear. His voice was shaky, as though he was holding back on something he was seconds from losing control of. “Cum for me. Right now.”

[Y/N] did just that. Aware of the fact that there were three other people currently in other rooms, she bit down on her bottom lip, but it didn’t stop a squeal emitting from the back of her throat thanks to Justin’s fingers working their magic on her clit faster than she thought possible. It calmed down into a whine that caused Justin to slam into her with what felt like his entire power.

“Fuck, I’m there,” he panted and took a firm hold of her hips. The speed in which Justin began to pound into her extended her orgasm for a few moments longer, letting the bliss last.

His eyes scrunched closed while his jaw clenched tightly. He looked absolutely wonderful and [Y/N] soaked in his beauty in that moment. The moans and grunts that clashed together in the air around them caused an entire new wave of pleasure through her body and she had to try to not let it show.

A minute later and the air was filled with heat, panting and awkwardness. Justin had sunk down beside her and they both lay staring at the ceiling, not touching each other for the first time in a long while that night. Suddenly feeling very bare, [Y/N] pulled the sheets over her body.

“Are you regretting it?” Justin asked.

Alarmed, she answered. “No, are you?”

“Not in the slightest.” He rolled over to look at her, she stared a little longer at the ceiling. “Is it gonna be awkward between us now, or can we just skip over that and do it again?”

“It’s only awkward if we make it awkward,” she replied and shuffled further down the bed and rolled onto her side so that her face was in line with his own.

“..You’re so beautiful.” It was unexpected, and it sent a red hot flush to [Y/N]’s cheeks. Justin noticed. “I’m sorry for everything I’ve called you over the years.”

“We both said things, it was fair. Good game, by the way, you can definitely throw some hits,” she chuckled. ‘We’ll call it a tie.”

“Deal,” Justin grinned. “Can I kiss you now?” he asked, before leaning closer. [Y/N] happily closed the space between them.

It felt strange to be happily kissing someone she thought she despised for such a long time, and Justin wondered how he’d been missing something so wonderful for far too many years. He didn’t dwell on it for too long however; [Y/N]’s ran her tongue across his own and he realised there were far too many new things to experience with her to be dwelling on the past.

anonymous asked:

There is no way to exploit an animal and love them at the same time (regarding beekeeping)

Let me tell you a story about two beehives.


We’ve all seen a beehive in the wild, yes? If you have not, it’s a small thing with very limited space for honey and brood. The bees spend days of labor to build this entire hive with not so much space, which leaves less time to collect precious honey for the winter. “We must hurry!” Say the wild bees. “Soon winter will come and we need to stock up on food!!”

Now let’s move on to the beekeeper’s hive. It’s nice and big, with lots of space and a grid that makes it easy to build honeycomb and fill it with nice sweet honey. “We have lots of space and spare time with this nice big new home!” The bees say, and they fill the whole thing up with food storage and nurseries.

“HA!” Laugh the wild bees. “Your hive is full, and now you have nothing to do!”

“No matter” say the honeybees. “Our beekeeper has added a whole new room to our hive! Now we can collect and store even more honey and brood!” The honeybees and wild bees continue to collect pollen and nectar, when suddenly, an epidemic of mites comes to bee meadow!

“These mites are awful!” Says one wild bee to another.

“They sure are!” The honeybee colony agrees.

The wild worker scoffs and says with a smug tone “Where is your beekeeper now? Surely they cannot save you from this terrible sickness!”

“Our beekeeper came by yesterday, and cured us of our mites!” The honeybee happily replied. “And they’re putting up a fence tomorrow because they heard there are predators in the area!”


Spring and summer passed by as usual. All of the bees collected pollen and nectar at their own pace.
Then, one autumn afternoon, the hive of wild bees discovers that the honeybees had been ROBBED! Robbed by their own beekeeper!

“HA HA!” Laughed the wild bees. “Your beekeeper betrayed you! And now you will never survive the winter! All of that protection and safety for naught!”

“Actually, we have plenty of honey.” The honeybees say. “We have even more than you do!”

It was true. The wild bees were stunned to see that their neighboring hive had plenty of honey to get by on, while their own honey stores would just barely get them through the winter.

“Well I’ll be!” the wild bees exclaim. “Maybe this beekeeping business isn’t as bad as I thought!”

In short, if you buy from a kind local beekeeper, the honey that comes to your kitchen is always going to be EXTRA honey. Honey the bees made way too much of because they had the resources to do so. When we take honey, we carefully brush each bee off of each frame and take extra special care that nobody gets hurt.

I hope you can understand what I’m trying to say. Also, commercial beekeepers tend to not be quite so good. They take all the bee’s winter supply and feed them sugar water (still fairly safe!), they have too many hives in one place and exhaust their resources, etc etc.


In the shortest of short; Support local beekeepers. More safe hives means more safe bees. Plant bee flowers. Be kind. (Bee kind, heehee.)


Sorry for the long post, and please enjoy the rest of your day.

A Total Mess

Who: Tom Holland
What:
Tom receives a slurred text that doesn’t make sense, so he goes to investigate and finds you drunk off your ass. 

A/N : This so rough, I just threw it together. Hopefully, it’s okay. 

Bloody Hell, [Y/N].” 

Tom stood at [Y/N]’s doorway, shocked to see her sprawled out on the floor with two empty wine bottles lying next to her. She looked an absolute mess. Her hair was disheveled, makeup smeared around her eyes, and her flannel buttoned wrong. Quickly shoving the spare key he had to her apartment into his pocket, he shut the door and waltzed over to her. Picking her up from the ground, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Tom!” [Y/N] slurred happily, she clawed after him when he propped her against the couch. “Where you going?” She frowned as he walked away from her. Swaying, she put her hands on either side of her to keep her from toppling over, “I’m so glad you’re here, Tom. I missed you!”

Shaking his head, he grabbed both bottles and showed them to her, “Did you drink both of these by yourself?” His voice was stern, he had never seen [Y/N] like this before. She was always so well composed. He could only ever recall one or two times when [Y/N] was drunk and even then she was completely coherent to answer questions. 

Shrugging, [Y/N] hiccuped. “Give or take a few glasses.” She waved one hand towards the wall that Tom now noticed had stains of red with broken glass on the floor. “I may or may not have, not have, thrown a few glasses.” [Y/N] giggled but it wasn’t anywhere near the kind of giggle, Tom was used to hearing. “I’m so fucking stupid.” 

Sighing, Tom decided that he’d deal with one thing at a time. Setting the wine bottles far from her reach, he sat down in front of her. Crossing his legs under him, he held her shoulders, forcing her to stare into his eyes. “What happened?” 

She inhaled, “Well,” [Y/N] started, hiccuping again. “[Ex’s Name] broke up with me after three years of being together and get this,” she hiccuped once more, “you ready for this? Over text. Over text, Tom. Who the fuck does that?” Running both hands over her face, she groaned. “You were right.” She stated, “I never should have dated him.” 

Tom frowned, “I’m sorry, [Y/N].” 

Shrugging, she laughed but not in a happy way. “I’m an idiot.” Pointing downward at herself, she shook her head at her flannel. “I’m a fucking mess. Always a fucking mess.” She tore at the buttons, getting frustrated, she yanked on them causing it to fly open and expose her bra and mid-section. “You know what he told me, Tom?” Running both hands through her hair, she laughed again. “That I’m, I’m clingy. And I expect too much from him.” Throwing her hand in the air, she leaned forward, “Well no shit! I only just spent three years wasting my fucking time on him. Of course, I’d be, be clingy and expect things from him. That’s what you do in relationships.” 

Tom tried really hard to ignore the fact that his really good friend was sitting looking pitiful as ever with her upper body on display. Running his own hand through his hair, he cleared his throat. “I think you’ve had enough to drink and it’s time that you go to bed, yeah?” 

“Pfft.” Waving Tom off, she turned around against the couch and dug in between the cushions and pulled out a fifth of Jack. 

“Did you? Did you hide alcohol in your couch?” Tom asked in disbelief. 

“Uh duh.” [Y/N] snapped. “I’m treated like shit, might as well act like it too. And I’m going to start by finishing this whole entire thing.” 

Tom lunged forward, yanking it from her hands. “No, [Y/N].” He snapped. 

“Give. Me. Back. My. Booze. Holland.” 

He couldn’t believe this. Out of all his friends, [Y/N] was nothing like this. She would occasionally have a glass of wine or perhaps a beer if someone could convince her. She was so proper and sophisticated. It blew his mind to see her a complete and total wreck. “You are not doing this to yourself. I refuse to take you to the bloody ER to get your stomach pumped. You’re fucking insane, [Y/N].” 

Tears started to fall down her cheeks, “You don’t understand, Tom.” She squeaked. “It hurts. I want it to stop. I’ve never felt this broken before.”

Tom felt like an asshole for snapping at her. Of course she was hurting, she had been madly in love with the bloke. Tom hated [Ex’s Name]. He was moody, incredibly cocky, and always talked down to [Y/N] as if she was a piece of gum on the bottom of his shoe. She deserved much better and he thought he had gotten through to her a few months ago but even he knew deep down inside he couldn’t fight the feelings that had already settled in her bones. 

“Come on,” Tom quietly spoke, ushering her to take his hands. 

Frowning, she shook her head. “Just give me the bottle and let me drink myself into-”

“-death?” Tom snapped. 

Squinting her eyes, she looked away from him. “I was going to say oblivion but that could work too.” 

“Oh for fucks sake!” Tom half way yelled. He stepped forward, yanking her up gently but firm enough for her to be unable to fight back. He looked her dead in the eyes, “I understand you’re hurting, I can see it written all over your face but he’s not worth it, [Y/N]. No one is worth this,” he started to speak softer. “I can’t stand to see you like this, you’re an absolute wreck, it’s breaking my-it’s upsetting.” 

“What else am I supposed to do?” She cried. 

Letting go of her wrists, his hand quickly buttoned her shirt. Pulling her into a hug, he held her tight. He half smiled when she hugged him back tighter. He pressed his cheek to her head as she cried into his chest. Tom had never thought of [Y/N] anything more than just a friend until she started to date [Ex’s Name]. It opened his eyes that the reason he didn’t see her as anything more was because he had just gotten into the habit of always being with her and enjoying her presence. It was a weird battle he had with himself on whether or not he should express how he felt for [Y/N]. But, he wanted her to be happy and if happy meant being with that arrogant asshole, then so be it. He would just be there when it came tumbling down. And now that it was happening, it made him feel like an asshole because looking at her now with tear streaked cheeks and puffy eyes, he could have avoided all of this. 

She wouldn’t be feeling like it was necessary to drink herself into the grave or feel so broken. Tom would never make her feel that way if he would have just sucked it up and told her how he felt. Even he could read behind her joke of always saying that the two of them should just get married and live their lives happy whenever she’d get into a fight with [Ex’s Name]. It could have worked out between him and her. But, again, Tom couldn’t bring himself to admit his feelings when she’d seem so happy. Because he could never admit his feelings when she was crying on his shoulder, it was never the right moment and Tom was all about the right moment. 

“Let’s get you in bed, watch a movie, and get you to sleep.” Tom guided her to her bedroom. He watched as she climbed into her bed, “I promise it’ll get better.” 

[Y/N] felt so empty, it was a feeling she couldn’t explain. “Will you stay, Tom? I’m afraid once you leave, I’ll go back out there looking for something to numb me.” 

Tom nodded, “Of course, [Y/N]. You know I’ll always stay.” He kicked off his shoes and climbed in after her.