i want to go back so bad :(

cryptiredboy  asked:

Yesterday I DM'ed for the 3rd time (and the first without my family hah) And I thoroughly enjoyed it. I ended up making a lot of stuff up on the spot and from what I could tell my players enjoyed it a lot as well. However, I was wondering if there's any 'at the table' resources you'd recommend so there are less awkward 'what do we do?' type Moments. You seem very well versed in homebrewing and that's the direction I lean as well so I thought you may have something v useful to say. Ty!

So I reached out for a little more context with this, and this is the question:

“What do I do when my players deviate wildly from the adventure I have written?”

Example: The DM prepares a dungeon, fills it with all kinds of interesting stuff so that it should last the whole session, and the players get in and out in twenty minutes, or ignore the dungeon completely and wander off in another direction.

Example: The DM lays out a handful of adventure hooks (clear prompts for adventure), but the players say no to everything and flounder around the inn/town/city, unsure of what to do…or outright bored because nothing is getting their attention.


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One of the most appealing things about fantasy roleplaying games is the range of freedom of expression and choice that they allow. Players can do almost anything they want, and are only restricted by the limited constraints of the rules, and the flexible constraints of the Dungeon Master’s plans and patience.

This level of player freedom of choice can be tough to accommodate for Dungeon Masters though. When players ignore or avoid the adventures or quests you’ve made, and instead pursue something you haven’t prepared or planned for, it can be hard to deal with. 

Here’s my advice. It works for me, maybe it’ll work for you:

1) Be upfront with your players. People sometimes forget that as a Dungeon Master you can just straight up speak to your players as yourself, and tell them what’s up. If they’re avoiding all the things you prepared, or are ignoring the adventure you’ve written, you can (and sometimes should) straight up tell them “Hey, this is the adventure I prepared today…if you don’t play it, there’s not going to be much of a game this session”.

You’re not a dancing monkey there to cater to your players’ whims and fancies. You’re literally facilitating the game they’re playing. If they don’t want to play what you prepared…then they don’t play!

That might seem harsh, but you need to be clear with your players that session prep takes time and effort, and that you can’t be expected to have a world of infinite possibilities for them to dick around in all the time. Be polite but upfront with them about that. If they want to play D&D with you, they should be able to respect that.

That being said…

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2) Invest in random tables and generators. It’s always good to have a back up plan…or better yet, the ability to randomly generate a bunch of back up plans. As a Dungeon Master it’s a good practice to have a collection of random tables for things like NPC names, motivations, adventure hooks, conflicts, villains, and events. If players ignore a bunch of your adventure, you can randomly generate some additional adventure content for them to engage with.

If you haven’t heard of it, I strongly recommend buying a copy of Vornheim: The Complete City Kit. You can read more about it HERE. This book is great for city and town play (which is often where waffling on adventure hooks takes place), but its tables and ideas are usable in a variety of places and situations. 

It also has three easy to use adventures written in it that you can pull out and use with very little prep. It’s well worth the $20 or so for a physical copy.


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3) Make sure there are consequences for both action and inaction. Players skip over important stuff all the time, and often screw up the DM’s carefully laid out plans without even meaning to. 

That’s okay. 


“That’s okay”.

The universe provides. Screw ups like these can often be opportunities in disguise. 

Whenever your players take a major plot action…or ignore a major plot action, there should be an appropriate reaction from the world:

  • Players killed your main villain really easily, and they were important to the plot. Well, who did that villain answer to? Will their superiors or villainous friends want revenge? What will they do to get back at the player characters…or their loved ones?
  • Players ignored the important macguffin item that a bunch of the campaign revolves around. Okay, who retrieves it instead? Rival adventurers? Evil mercenaries? Other villains? Now this item is in the hands of the enemy, and they’re using it to fuck up things the PC’s care about.
  • Players won’t do the adventure I had planned. Well, then the bad guys win. Whatever bad things were going on there continue to happen and get worse…and now it’s the players problem. They didn’t act, so now the world is worse…and maybe the players need to fix it.

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4) Use active, not passive, adventure hooks. This method of play needs to be handled carefully and used sparingly, but avoid adventure hooks that require players to react to other people’s problems. Instead, have things happen directly to the players’ characters.

Players are often more inclined to help themselves than they are NPC’s. For example:

Passive. An NPC tells the PC’s that people are going missing in town. Bandits are kidnapping random people. “Please, won’t you help us get our people back?”

Active. Bandits ambush the PC’s and try to kidnap one of them in particular! If any of the bandits are subdued and questioned, they explain who they’re working for, why they’re kidnapping people, and maybe where they’re keeping those kidnapped people.

The latter impacts the PC’s directly, and is more likely to garner their interest. 

I hope that helps a bit. Thanks for the question! 

Happy gaming!

On Vetting Companions


I’m loud about this because I’m passionate. I’ve made mistakes and I’ve seen some really horrible mistakes. This post is meant to teach anyone who wants to have a spirit companion how to vet a spirit that enters your space and asks to be a companion. 

This goes doubly for anyone who conjures or helps adopt out spirits or has a spirit refuge.

So, a spirit companion is essentially a lifelong friend. And as with making any friend, human or otherwise, you want to make sure of a few things: is this friend using me? Does this friend respect my boundaries? Does this friend respect my other friends and my space? Does this friend know people who will get me into trouble or will hurt me? In welcoming this friend, would I wind up running with a “bad crowd”? Are we compatible as far as personalities go? These are all things you’d want to know about a friend, and it goes doubly so for spirit companions. You know your limits and what you’re willing to accept. These kinds of questions are just the beginning when it comes to vetting a spirit for companionship. 

Where to start?

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anonymous asked:

Do you think about what WHook did after Grothel left and he was alone with the baby, Do you think he hesitated walking over to her and when he finally did, he looked down into that beautiful little face and instantly fell in love, because I do.

Hey there, Nonnie,

Before I answer this ask, I just want to say one thing…

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These episodes gave me SO MANY FEELS!

(Obligatory statement that must, unfortunately, go here, because there are many who are focusing on the negative and bad feelings the episode(s) created - as is their right, and I begrudge them not - but this answer, and my perspective going forward, will be to focus on the fun, heartfelt, all-the-feels moments we received)

Back to our regularly scheduled ask…

I did think about those first few moments, Nonnie. A maelstrom of emotion swirling within the heart, mind, and soul of this fearsome pirate who’d had nothing to live for except his revenge for CENTURIES, coming face-to-face with his life flashing before his eyes in the existence of this child. 

His child.

A child that had just been abandoned by a cold, heartless, evil woman. The woman who had given her life, and then tossed her away. Traded her for a means of escape, leaving her behind to an unknown fate - boy, I bet that struck a nerve, don’t you think?

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At the beginning of 2017 I made a list of general goals I had for the coming year. I just read them back and feel very confident that I did my best to honor it. I wanted to copy it here so I’d always have it to look back & reflect on.


- Love openly and without regret. Let your heart feel all that it wants to and be honest about it too. Never feel embarrassed for expressing how you feel.

- Understand that not everyone is going to give you that love back. And alternately, you won’t be able to give love to some people that want it from you. Neither are bad – they are a part of life. But that doesn’t mean it won’t hurt.

- That being said, be cautious with who you give your love and attention to. Not everyone deserves it.

- TRUST. YOUR. GUT. Your gut has never, ever been wrong.

- At the end of every day, write down all the reasons why that day was good. It makes you more appreciative of all the small, wonderful things that happen every day.

- Keep in touch with friends and make time for them. Let them know how much you appreciate them and always lift them up.

- Read more. Try to read every single day, at least a tiny bit.

- Write more too.

- Take care of your body, your skin, your hair – keep working out a few times per week. You feel best about yourself when you look best.

- Do not let your happiness rely on a boy.

- Be kinder. Talk to strangers more. Reach out to people for no reason other than to be kind.

- Be more adventurous. Say yes to new opportunities, say yes to meeting new people, say yes to going to more places.

- Travel – take as many trips as you can this year.

- Fall in love. Hopelessly, completely in love. But take your time - don’t rush it. Let it evolve slowly. Build a sturdy base. Get to know every inch of each other.

- Don’t settle. Wait for the person you are sure of, the person you can trust. The person you have fun with and makes you feel like the best version of yourself. Don’t settle for anything less.

- Never feel stupid for speaking your mind. If the other person isn’t receptive, they are not the person for you. Don’t apologize for feeling the way that you do.

- Be a better friend.

- Make the effort to make your life extraordinary. See beauty in the unknown or the ordinary. Get to know people and try to understand them as best you can.

- Know that it’s okay to let go of things not meant for you. Know that something else will come along. Magic is everywhere.

- Let people take care of you. When you love someone, don’t automatically fall into the caretaker role. Let yourself be weak. Allow others to prove themselves to you, too.

- Learn how to cook better! Try to make at least one new meal every week.

- Eat better and be more conscious of what you are eating. Plan ahead.

- Drink more water.

- Do more things alone - go to restaurants, movies, museums. Experience life and this incredible city that you live in.

- Write down moments you don’t want to forget.

anonymous asked:

This is a wonderful blog! I have two requests if you don't mind: All four of them reacting to an S/O who gets bad nightmares. All four reacting to an S/O who gets shy/embarrassed by compliments and praise.

- He used to have nightmares all the time on Plastic Beach, so he knows exactly how horrible they are. It was hell for him, and the absolute least thing he’d want is for you to have them.
- He either calms you down by singing/cuddling with you until you go back to sleep, or you both get up and do stuff around the house until your mind’s at rest and you’re ready to fall back asleep again.
- Or he’ll just be the one to get up and make you tea, it’s whatever you want.

- While he would never tell anyone about this, given everything he’s been through, he’s always had nightmares often. When he sees you have them for the first time, he feels a sense of sympathy that he rarely ever has.
- He’ll ask you what it was about, and if you tell him, he actually pays a lot of attention. He’ll try to help you as best he can.
- If you decide not to tell him, he’ll still tell you reassuring words. He won’t cuddle with you like 2D, but he will do things like rub the top of your head and your back.

- Like Murdoc, he knows how they feel all too well, he’s had them since he was a child and they only worsened when Del died. He’s immensely sad and worried for you when he finds out that you struggle with them too.
- Of course having them for so long would give him experience with helping you calm down from them. He’ll let you talk to him about it, talk to you to make you feel better, cuddle with you, anything you think will make you feel better, he’ll do.
- If it makes you feel any better, he talks about his experiences with them and tells you how to make them stop for a bit, or how to learn to deal with them better.

- Though she doesn’t get them as often as the others do, she still gets pretty bad ones from her training back in Japan and the El Mañana incident. She feels horrible that you get them too, she’ll try her best to make you feel better.
- She’ll do everything that the others are willing to do, but her personal way of helping you (and herself) calm down is through meditation, or, like 2D, she’ll make you some tea to help you feel relaxed again.
- She can also sit up and sing/play guitar for you, completely ignoring the others in the house who might wake up from it.

(Shy S/O headcanons under the cut, since this post is already a bit lengthy and I don’t want to clutter anyone’s dash ^^)

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Notes to the girl whose house I live in

by reddit user JJX2525

It took me a week to find where you keep your wifi password. A whole week! I was really worried you’d thrown it away, but lo and behold, there it was in the cutlery drawer of all places. Everything about the way you organize things confuses me. I guess because you live on your own now you just put things any old place. I know there was someone else before, I heard you talking about him on the phone. Johnny, I think? Jimmy? Anyway, I know because you said it was tough being alone. But you’re not alone, of course. You have me!

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[TRANS] non-no Magazine 2018 Jan Issue - 100 Answers w/ BTS

JPN - KRN © 전정국 DC갤러리, 뷔 DC갤러리, ha_ru_man, BTSR_613
KRN - ENG © ktaebwi


Q1. Your dream job when you were a child?
A badminton player when I was in elementary school. After that my parents bought me a computer so I got into gaming and wanted to do a job about gaming.

Q2. How did the members celebrate your birthday in 2017?
We were all practicing singing and dancing and the lights suddenly went off, then the door was opened and Jimin-san and V-san came in holding a cake.

Q3. When do you feel like you have become an adult!
I turned 20 in Japanese age in September! But actually I’m still a kid at heart, so truthfully I don’t really feel like I have become an adult.

Q4. In which moment do you feel like you’re still a kid?
For example, when I watch and think about a video or an interview. When I read people’s comments, I feel like even with the same question, they think from a much bigger point of view than me. That’s when I feel like maybe I’m still lacking in depth.

Q5. A work that touched you recently?
“Love, Rosie”. It made me touched because it’s a sweet but sad love story.

Q6. The kind of song you’re planning to compose?
Song of styles like future base and chillstep which I enjoy and listen to a lot.

Q7. Favorite dessert?
The Japanese snack kinako mochi. I like that it melts in my mouth because it’s just so fluffy! Also I ate cheesecake before the photoshoot for <non-no>. That one was delicious too♡

Q8. How do you take care of your beautiful voice?
I don’t pay particular attention to it… Like I just sing with my original voice I’ve had since I was born…

Q9. Any habit?
Covering my nose when I yawn. Not mouth but nose somehow. (laughs) And I pull the baby hair on my face unconsciously. I know about these things because fans told me.

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Something really bad happened. Today at 5:00 A.M. a group of 4 men forced the entrance to our house. They beat up my mom and older sister (they were trying to protect me and to protect my 1-year-old niece). They had guns and, for a moment, I thought they were going to kill us. They stole everything from us. They stole my laptop, our cellphones, food, money. They even stole my little niece’s clothes :(

We went to the hospital to check if my mom and sister were ok. I paid for the hospital bill and bought a little bit of food but I don’t have any money left. I don’t know what to do. I still need to buy more food and to buy clothes for my little niece. I’m the only one with a job right now but, sadly, my salary isn’t enough to pay for everything.

Please, if you can, and are willing to help me, you could send a few dollars trough paypal. E-Mail: americacolina2704@gmail.com (My best friend e-mail. She’s the one helping me right now).

I’m desperate.  EVEN A DOLLAR IS A LOT TO ME. Or you could help me just by reblogging this post.

I’m crying so hard. I feel angry and sad. How can a person do this to another person? I feel embarrassed too, and I’m so sorry that I’m asking for your help but I don’t really know what to do. I need to help my family. I’m really sorry guys…


The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002)
– “I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going, because they were holding on to something.”

hey i just wanted to say that if you’re already scraping by to make ends meet, the holidays are really hard. and that puts pressure on you and on your whole family. and if there’s one thing i hope you know it’s that you don’t need to prove you love someone by buying them something. i know we all want to get the people we care about really fancy things. but i’m okay if you get me like a smooth rock you found by the ocean. i know it’s true of other people, too. i’d rather you hand me a diy picture frame from popsicle sticks than something you had to go into debt to buy, and i think any person who’s worth their socks will tell you the same thing. and on that note? everybody loves socks, and they’re pretty cheap. yes, it’d be great if you and i stumbled on enough money to actually afford things. but love, i’ve learned, isn’t about the buying.

and on that note? for those of you out there who find the holidays a particularly dark time… i hope you know there will always be someone willing to open the door for you. even when it feels like there’s no one. even if that door is a window you have to crawl through. 

and for those of us who have more than we need, i hope we open those doors. if you notice someone who is going to be alone during the holidays, or who is usually depressed but for no apparent reason seems markedly happy and is giving away their things, please invite them over. hang out with them, no matter how awkward it is. sudden cleaning and long notes about how much they love you are also signs of suicide. with recent changes in insurance, it’s increasingly harder to find mental health care, so help a friend out (and maybe even yourself!) by figuring out who still takes the insurance offered so we can all give ourselves the gift of coping mechanisms, the gift that keeps on giving.

i hope you all are happy and safe this season!


Sakura Week Day 7: Freestyle
Happy birthday Sakura!

Hey guys! I’ve told you before that I’m a writer so this is a hella long post because it’s track-by-track. Unapologetically so. Hope you guys enjoy x 


 This song is a battlecry. The thumping bass brings to mind the heavy thud of wolves paws as they race towards their prey, seeking the trail left by a girl who used to leave her heart open and on her sleeve, ready to be snatched at any moment in a snap of their jaws. But no more. From the moment she clears her throat, we learn this battle will be on Taylor’s terms. It is her fight to win.

This is the first love song she’s released and had complete artistic ownership of in three years. It is no coincidence then that there’s reference to the tortured passions of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. They were a couple hopelessly and dangerously in love with many scars carved on their hearts by the other’s knife. This reference is a throwaway to the long list of ex lovers the girl who bathes in diamonds has had but also a reference to the flickers of hope Taylor feels for longevity no matter what with Joe. Their road may be complicated at times but they will get  there because the game is hers. The constant question of ready for it and in response baby let the games begin is so obviously a call of warning to Joe for what lies ahead but perhaps more subtly it is the call of Taylor’s inner voices and heart to her razor sharp self awareness. Is she ready for the games to begin? Is she ready to open her heart and give Joe a chance to be a better man?

TRACK 2: “END GAME” ft. Ed Sheeran & Future:

This song starts off with Taylor’s declaration that she wants to find a forever. It sounds sincere, gentle, wearied, the tone of the too often heartbroken. But then it shifts, it’s like the rose coloured glasses have come off and she’s reminded of her reputation. Then it’s all tongue in cheek sarcastic satire to keep the smile in place so that we don’t see how much it hurts. She has to weigh up every interaction in the context of her reputation. The addition of Ed & Future speaks volumes; one is a time trusted friend who has finally found a bright love of his own but that was not without heartbreak and the other gives her an edgier attitude that makes her self awareness all the more powerful.

There has been a further loss of innocence in this sharpening of her self awareness, gone are the wistful days of “say you’ll remember me”, that’s all I want. Now it’s all “I don’t wanna touch you, I don’t wanna be just another ex love you don’t wanna see.” She can see the fall right from the start but this time she opts out and says unless I’m your end game… because I don’t want to pick up any more pieces of my broken heart.

Also: Shoutout to Ed for his Cherry inspired verse. It made me feel many emotions too. SWEERAN THRIVES.


The girl with the long list of ex lovers is back. However with the casually explicit twist, this narrative seems layered with perceptions and recognition of self-worth, “If a man talks shit, I owe him nothing.” This is drip-feeding the media exactly what they want, she’s stoking the fire herself. But in feeding the fire herself, she’s sending the burning embers back at them. Did you really think the girl who you used as an international rod for slut shaming would stay quiet forever? Nope. She doesn’t care if you burn her like a witch at the stake because she’s already done it. She’s burnt away all of the misplaced guilt and is now revelling in how good they felt in the moment. In fact, watch out she’s blazing with all the fire of a phoenix reborn and you might just get turned to ash.


This & “I Did Something Bad” sound like sister tracks. The girl who jetsets around the world collecting men isn’t quite finished with her tale yet. She reminds us that defining her relationships by their headlines and paparazzi shots is a foolish move because those things are  one-dimensional. Taylor believes in love and this is her way of reminding us that there was love in every escapade of her heart up until now, at least at some point. She’s talking about the heady rushes head spinning intoxication of first glances and hands on skin and it doesn’t matter what the media says about the way she handles relationships because they forget love and that makes you crazy. Maybe in their minds the drug she refers to is not a singular identity but a collective “baby” and to them love will always be something she “uses”. But the heart wants what it wants and Taylor knows that so it doesn’t really matter.


This is the kind of song that happens when you cut the cord that is the boy crazy perception of yourself. You step back into the shadows and disappear so that they can’t find you. You close your heart, lock your doors and rebuild. And then he shows up. This is a cautionary songpp because Taylor can obviously feel sparks but… she’s just started to rebuild and if they find out the wolf hunt begins again. With delicate disbelieving vocals, we see Taylor start to realise that he can’t possibly want to gain anything from her reputation because it’s so bad… The wheels turn in her head. I imagine the realisation, “Wait so he must like me for me?” With the beat drop comes hope. Details are slowly given and then he stays. He doesn’t run so Taylor gives him pieces of herself; confessions thoughts and then her brain catches up with her mouth and the wheels come to a grinding halt: Her inner monologue screams it was too much too fast. We’ve all been there. It’s too delicate. No going back now. It’ll break and I’ll be left alone. Maybe one day I’ll find someone who doesn’t walk away, one day too.


The world tore a girl to shreds, made her play the fool on tilted stages. She retreated and rebuilt. Now the fool is dead. From here on out, she only trusts her army. With high heeled boots, red lips and words as sharp as daggers, she’s cutting herself a path. She is taking no prisoners and she’s accompanied by a savage snake because she and her army will always be better at the game. When she’s finished hunting down your asses, she’ll sit back on her throne with a high pitched giggle and say, “oh look what you made me do.”


When people are watching, you have to be careful. Cover your tracks. Taylor doesn’t leave her heart open or on display anymore. But then they leave. The door shuts. You lock it with a key and the crashing chemistry you’ve been trying to deny slams into your ribs, knocking the breath out of you. It’s stolen kisses, careless touches, reckless chasing of the high. Body language is a fluency all its own. But a quick reminder before you unlock the door and venture out again; wash the lipstick off your face. *clears throat* you got a little caught up in the moment and you don’t want to blow your cover!


 The childish proclamation of the title to begin this next glimpse into Reputation  is hinting at the satirical inner monologue that this song is , reminiscent of the times you write your crush’s  last name instead of your own to see how it fits. It’s all giggles and late night phone calls, the kind Taylor most likely had with Abigail where they talked real slow because it was late and their mamas didn’t know (: However, it could also serve as a projection of the runaway daydream that fills Taylor’s mind from that very first night when she stumbles home alone to her cats, of what a possible future might look like (with kids one day) The lazy liquor loosened rhythms of Taylor’s thoughts tell us things she hasn’t admitted fully yet but will soon on nights at 4am staring at her reflection  in the bathroom mirror, telling herself the bravest thing she ever did was run - that this gorgeous  swoonworthy British boy with his careless touches and drawling accent has awakened the possibility of something better. This realisation rattles Taylor as she contemplates the gaps in her current relationship. *cue wistful sighs of frustration and enchantment, set to the dialogue of every teenage movie where the girl thinks the boy is just too good looking, how unfair is that?


The thing about any movie that has a getaway car scene is that they inevitably crash…. And that’s exactly what happens here. Except, the carnage is human hearts. She was running. There was a person she crashed into. It gets all blurred and tangled, she thinks she’s free but the thing about those movies is that the thing you ran from in the getaway car catches up to you particularly if there’s a track you can follow. Oceans of distance weren’t enough, darling. You needed to disappear. And I think she realises that  but she tries to pretend innocence and will the sunset closer. Unfortunately  the only real  way to untangle yourself is to disappear crying in the back of a getaway car in the dead of night. Without a word. That must have hurt a lot.


This song happens in tandem with Delicate. She’d sworn off love. Joe turned up. The British boy with the heart of gold who made his American queen believe. He made behind closed doors a paradise of rooftop nights. Before she knows it, he is every love story Taylor has ever daydreamed of. The line “is this the end to all the endings” made my heart swell because it’s clear Taylor hopes he’s the one. Please let there be no more heartbreak.


Dancing is supposed to be a joyous thing and maybe it was in the beginning. You can reassure with every beat. Sometimes your gut instinct shouldn’t be ignored though  because it does raise red flags. The door only needs to be fractionally ajar for the hunters to find a way in and set your paradise aflame. It sometimes doesn’t matter how much you dance to escape the flames, they will catch you. You will get tired. Dancing is a bliss that is euphoria swimmimg through your veins if the beat enters your bloodstream in the right moment; you feel like you could live forever. And in the end no matter how much it might hurt to walk away again, you would still dance for just another kick of that rush.


Taylor’s caught up in the chemical rush. Every syllable drips with lust and the glory of the high when your hearts crash into each other, slamming the breath from between your ribs. It’s hands in hair and I don’t care what they think. It’s seeing the worst (hi bleachella) and still wanting. It’s realising you made mistakes before this and why didn’t you just do this from the beginning because it feels so good now you can’t ever have imagined wanting anything else. But every mistake is a marker in the roadmap and you woke up just in time to find where you needed to be.


I think everyone’s been in this situation, right? Someone burns you and it hurts but in the fun of a party, you click and connect again and it all starts to feel like water under the bridge. Maybe there was over-reacting happening. You throw them a second chance. Redemption. You’re the nice girl and you make excuses. But then they do it again, maybe it takes a couple of things and suddenly it’s too much. You lock the gate for your own safety. But they still expect you not to care. To flash a smile and forgive. I’m sorry. That’s not happening. You get hurt when I push back. I guess I should forgive you because we both threw stones. But… that would require me to mean it. Whoops, *laughs manaically* I can’t even say it with a straight face!!!

PS: It’s not too obvious I have personal experience with this song is it? Thanks KS x.


This song is difficult for me to process because I never thought it would actually happen. I seem to remember somewhere along the way, a couple of years back, Taylor expressing frustration that she couldn’t seem to write happy songs about being in love like Ed Sheeran could. Well, I wish you could go back Taylor and tell yourself what you know now.

This song is a three minute ode to happy love. It’s smiles so wide you might split your face in half at the thought of that person. It’s blushing and shy giggles and bursts of song and twirls and all caps texts from your girls as they collectively lose their minds over how happy you are. This is every love story and fairytale Taylor has ever wanted but the wolves are always waiting, not so easy to outrun. 

Taylor says it herself in the  opening lines. She was done. The castle had crumbled. The bricks left bruises blooming on her exposed skin. People were tearing her down and she was hurting. Her heart had been shattered but so had her soul, again and again, relentlessly. And then she retreated, went silent and rebuilt. What she didn’t count on was love. A man who saw all the bruises and broken pieces and said it’s OK, I can still find the real you under all that. Taylor like so many of us looked in the mirror and saw all the danger for herself and for Joe, tried to push him away, keep him safe. That’s a very noble action but breaking your own heart so it doesn’t hurt as much when you feel like the other shoe is going to drop requires apathy from the other person. And Joe, god bless you, you didn’t let her push you away. You broke down her walls and showed you that starlight love does still exist. You loved her for Taylor. The person. You got her to give love a chance when she swore never again so thank you so much for that. I can’t really express how much that means to all of us. 

 This is an anthem of hope for every person who has ever been broken and is in the process of putting pieces back together. It can be done. We will find love. We will be radiantly happy again. We will be the strongest we’ve ever been. 

PS: *leans over to whisper in Taylor’s ear*

I think you’re finally clean…


Piano on the final track… This is an ode of pure hope and happiness, a fitting final chapter to a remarkable story. Everyone wants the glory of the midnights and the lover who will be in their bloodstream like the party. But what we all hope for is someone who stays long enough to help us clean up the bottles on New Years Day. Someone who makes us feel like the messy unfiltered parts look like a highlight reel. Good times and bad times and all in between. They won’t leave. You found him. Forever.

This album is fucking brilliant Taylor. I love you. Proud x.

@taylorswift @taylornation @brian-mansfield

Bruises On Another (part eight)

Originally posted by nwetss

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, force, sexual inclinations, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Also, I tried to do some research on what really happens in parental abuse cases - I did my best but in no way did i get everything correct. So if somethings wrong please forgive me!

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

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You could feel your entire body shaking and your vision hazy. Your palms were clammy and you clenched your fists tightly with distress. You practically squirmed in the uncomfortable chair you’d been sat in, and stared at the police office around with anxiety. Were you really doing this? Was this really the best thing for you? You were about to reveal the one thing you’d been told, beat, to keep a secret…

You couldn’t help but flinch every time the door opened, fearing it to be your father- but it never was. And instead you were left to sit in Hawkin’s police station anxiously, and debate over what you were really doing. Ever since this had begun, you’d kept it a secret- but everything seemed to be shifting and you didn’t know if it was for the better or for worse. Your father had a hold over you, a power that forced you to submit and the fact that you were breaking it, terrified you.

You glanced beside you at the figure of Steve, who was much more relaxed than you. You felt like you might pass out, and you’re sure your skin is a deathly pale shade. You thought maybe Steve was oblivious to your anxiety, but it wasn’t until you felt Steve set his hand upon your own did you seem to snap out of whatever stupor you’d been stuck on, and it was almost like the colour to the world around you returned as you gazed upon Steve’s dark brown eyes. His face fell with concern upon your jittery form, and he squeezed your hand; “Y/N?” It was almost like his voice was in the background, as if Steve wasn’t really sitting before you. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You didn’t know why - you couldn’t explain - but his voice was like a echo in the background.

“I can’t-” You started, but couldn’t find the words. Shaking your head, you stared rapidly around, finding many different faces looking upon you- but they weren’t really. You only imagined it. But in that moment it felt as if the entire police station was staring in your direction and they all had the eyes of your father. He would kill you- he was going to kill you… “I can’t do this.” You cried, moving to stand up and once you had, you begun making your way over to the exit.

“What?” Steve questioned in a whisper, rushing after you. He caught your wrist in the nick of time and quickly spun you around so you were facing him, but your eyes didn’t meet his own and instead your eyes flew from every direction in panic. Everywhere you looked you found your father’s eyes and your stomach dropped a little bit more each time. “He’s going to kill me.” You whispered, finally meeting Steve’s eyes- and Steve quickly noticed the wild, terrified look upon your own. “Steve, he’s going to kill me.”

Steve acting quickly, grabbing ahold of your face and you froze in fear, thinking it was your father in your hazed mind. But the hands were soft and the grip was much gentler than that of your father’s and you found Steve’s eyes instead of your father’s. At that moment, you were reminded of where you were. Despite the people around you, Steve pressed his forehead against yours so that you could only focus on him and whispered; “i’m not going to let him hurt you.”

You panted, as if you’d ran a marathon, but yet, felt yourself listening to Steve’s words.

“I won’t ever let him hurt you again.” Steve whispered, cradling you. “The chief will help. Y/N, listen to me.” Tugging gently, Steve leaned back and lowered so that he could meet your gaze head on. “If it’s get;s bad in there, we’ll leave- together. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

There was a pause of silence before you nodded; “okay.”

Steve smiled; “okay?”


There was a thud that echoed through the station and soon a new figure entered the room. You could only guess him as the chief, and you watched the man look around the space before his eyes zoned in on you and he sent a small, meaningless smile. “You Y/N?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, stepping away from Steve and nodding. The chief nodded himself and turned back around, “well i’m Hopper. Let’s go.” He pointed in the direction he’d come from and without another word started heading off, you glanced at Steve who nodded reassuringly and begun following Hopper, Steve right behind you. “Oh, he can’t come.” Hopper quickly cut in, referring to Steve.

Your eyes widened, and you looked at Steve in alarm, who in turn widened his eyes and glanced between you and the chief.

“Is he family?” Hopper asked and Steve shook his head; “then you can’t come.”

“No.” You spoke finally, your voice squeaking slightly. “No, he has to come.”


“He comes.” You demanded, grabbing ahold of Steve’s hand and looking defiantly Hopper’s way. He paused in response, obviously not really expecting the harshness behind your response and he glanced at Steve who shrugged. Though there was a hint of a smile upon Steve’s lips as he felt pride well within him. Sighing, Hopper nodded; “okay Harrington, looks like you’re coming.” 

It felt like an eternity as Hopper led you to his office, and with every step the weight on your shoulders grew heavier.

You sat in one of the chairs in front of Hopper’s desk, watching him step around and sit himself. Silence echoed as Hopper took his time getting ready and with a unimpressed expression, you watched him take a bite out of his apple before leaning against the top of his desk. The fear that had riddled you slowly dispersed as you felt annoyed. This was meant to be the chief who would help you? He didn’t look like he gave a damn.

“Okay, Y/N, what seems to be the problem?” Hopper asked with a smile but it meant nothing and only further annoyed you.

You hesitated answering, unsure how to word it- because if you were being honest you didn’t know what the problem was… or more how to describe it. This was so much more than a simple problem and even you knew that. You couldn’t describe in words how you felt, and it seemed Steve noticed as he let his hand fall against yours in moral support.

But it seemed your hesitancy only further annoyed Hopper and sighing, he leaned against his chair. “Listen Y/N, if you’re not going to tell me-”

“My father physically and mentally abuses me.” You interrupted the chief, glancing up from your lap to meet his eye. Your annoyance with his disregard had become too much and what better way to say what was wrong that just saying it? You watched his eyes fall, and he almost looked questioningly at you and Steve before a serious expression fell over Hopper’s face.


“Two years, I think it’s been?” You questioned lightly, a bout of confidence growing from seemingly nowhere. “My father had me and him move to Hawkin’s so he could isolate himself, and the friends my family had made in my old town would stop asking him questions on why I had new bruises every day. I’m expected to come home by four thirty every day and make him dinner before five, if I don’t I am beat until I fall unconscious. I am not allowed to leave the house after school and whatever he does to me, I have to accept. I cannot question him or disobey him, or I will be beat.” You explained, your voice emotionless. You never knew how good it’d feel to say it- to say everything your father inflicted on you.

Hopper paused again, before pulling out a file and a pen and turned back to you. As air of seriousness fell over the room, and you finally felt like you had power over your next decisions - it felt nice. “Can you show me the bruises?” You nodded in response, meeting Steve’s gaze for a moment before standing up. You pulled off the jacket Steve had leant you, extending your arm so that Hopper could see the marks bruising them. Then you raised your shirt slightly, showing both the fresh and old marks that littered your stomach. They were purple, blue and black and some looked even a little infected.

You watched both Steve and Hopper’s faces grimace before you sat back down.

You let out a heavy breath, the weight suddenly lifted off your shoulders.

“What’s your father’s name, Y/N?”

After hours of sitting in that office with Hopper, you finally found yourself free and in Steve’s car. You couldn’t quite describe the feelings that you felt, and you weren’t exactly sure what would happen after this day. But there was a weight off your shoulders and felt almost as if you were free, like the prison you’d been trapped in for so long- the door had finally opened.

Your father couldn’t touch you- not now at least. Hopper had reassured you that over the course of the next seventy-two hours he wouldn’t be able to reach you and that you were under protective custody. There would be a court meeting two days from now and Hopper hoped that if all went well, any legal rights your father had over you would be terminated. And in a month, when you were eighteen you could find your own place and your father would never be able to touch you.

It felt like for once things were finally going right.

“Y/N?” Steve questioned softly and you turned to meet his eyes- there was a new air about you. One Steve couldn’t quite read, but one thing he knew was he preferred it and as long as everything went well, Steve hoped you’d finally be able to live your life. 

It would take a long time before you recovered, you’d been abused for two years or more and that kind of trauma doesn’t just disappear. Steve knew that. But finally getting the justice you deserved seemed to bring about a atmosphere about you, and Stan liked the smile that had reached your lips when Hopper said your father couldn’t hurt you anymore. And Steve knew, if you let him, he’d stay by your side as you got better.

“Thank you.” You smiled at Steve, the same genuine smile he’d seen earlier that day in the hallway. It never failed to blow him away, and he found himself mesmerized by the new glow in your eyes. Whenever Steve had seen you, it was almost like you had a cloud over yourself- one that couldn’t be removed and your eyes had been void of any life. But now, even something as small as finally admitting to what your father had put you through, seemed to brighten your eyes.

Your eyes were beautiful.

Steve nodded and in the moment, he reached his hand out to cup your cheek. He was happy for you, of course he was. And Steve was glad that he was the one able to help you out of the hole you’d dug yourself in- he was happy that he was the one to bring you back to life. It felt right, and though every moment Steve had spent with you had been anything but happy- being with you felt right. But there was still a question that plagued his mind; “what happened?”

The questioned confused you, and in response you tilted your head to the left. “You said two years ago, the abuse had started…” Steve clarified and your face fell with realization- oh… “Why?” You didn’t respond right away, instead you hesitated. You’d made a solemn vow that you’d never speak of that day, it was just too painful. And unconsciously your hand fell to your neck where that necklace had once resided and felt your stomach drop when you remembered that it was no longer there.  “You don’t have to-”

“No.” You interrupted Steve, smiling gently. “No i’ll tell you.” Taking a deep breath, you reached up to grab the hand Steve cradled your face with and brought it to your lap. You’d never wanted to speak of that day again, but you trusted Steve- and it almost felt as if he should know. “My mom, two years ago… she died in a car accident.”

Steve’s face fell and concern filled his gaze; “Y/N…”

You shook your head. “We were suppose to go see a movie together, one that i’d begged her to take me to and we never made it… My father blames me, because I was the one to convince us to go and because of that he hates me.” You paused, unsure how to say the next words- you’d always thought it but you’d never had to say it aloud. Saying it only made the guilt stronger. “And he’s right- mom would’ve never gone if it wasn’t for me. I-I killed her.”

Steve didn’t know what to say- there was nothing he could say. What you said was not true, even if Steve hadn’t been there that day it wasn’t your fault that someone had hit you guys. There’s was no way you ever could’ve known something like that would’ve happened. So instead of saying anything, Steve just leaned forward, using his other hand to now cup your face and brought his lips against your own. You froze at first, images of everything with Billy flashing through your mind but then you remembered this was Steve and Steve would never hurt you.

It was so sudden and it took you a moment, but you never regretted kissing him back that day.

So you kissed him, leaning awkwardly over your car seat to wrap your arms around his neck. His lips were warm and there was a feeling of safety that ran through you as you kissed Steve. You’d never felt such a gentle intimate act before. Any time a man had touched you, it’d always been to hurt you but Steve had never laid a rough hand on you. You weren’t sure what you were feeling and it seemed so quick but there was just this feeling that welled within you when you were around Steve and it’d been there since you first saw him that day in English class.

You pulled back, panting and met those same brown eyes that were so different from those of your fathers. You smiled and Steve mimicked your actions, using his thumb to rub down your cheek. You were inches apart and could practically feel his breath on your own, but you didn’t care- being this close to Steve felt right. 

“You didn’t kill anybody.” Steve whispered and though you didn’t respond, you trusted Steve’s words.

And as you stared into his eyes, and the feeling of his lips radiated on your own, you realized something.

You’d fallen in love with Steve Harrington.

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September 2007, San Myshuno: California

“We’re talking about…”


endless list of favorite movieslord of the rings: the two towers

It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.