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renidrag  asked:

Oh my god I like dunno who to talk to about this but I'm just so upset about the vitriol that's getting slung towards this movie bc the book has made me so happy and feel so much and armie and timothee and Luca have worked so hard to make a beautiful film for us and it's getting flung back in their faces!!! I hope the hate stays contained to tumblr so they never see it. Sorry to harass you I'm just feeling VERY overwhelmed by how much hate is out there and how intense it is. I need a break

I just don’t understand it because the reviews are stellar?? I’ve read all of the 33 reviews on Rotten Tomatoes (CMBYN has 100%) and literally none of them say that the age difference is a negative thing. They never mention the stereotypes that people claim it’s perpetuating and they all say the relationship is developed in a well done way. I mean I completely understand if even knowing all the facts you are uncomfortable. That’s your right as a human being that you be allowed to have a different opinion. I just wish people read the book and didn’t just watch the trailer and assume that it’s the Worst Thing Ever.

Something Familiar... - 2(Diana Prince/FemReader)

Imagine Diana meeting Steven’s great-granddaughter… (Spoilers! ish) (<<<<Part one)

Originally posted by gj-fangirls

NOTE: 1. We’re no longer in a helicopter…apparently they can only go short distances…which brings me to 2. For this story Central City is located in Ohio like the 1987 comics because…it works better *shrug* Soooo imagine you flew the helicopter to the airport! YAY!

“So Mr. Wayne…”

“Y/N, you’ve been my pilot for the last six years.” He smiled at you from the back, “You know you can call me Bruce.”

“Maybe when we’re drinking sir…but when I’m on the clock…you’re Mr. Wayne.” You smirked with a small chuckle, “Anyways…how long do you think we’ll be in Central City today?”

“Uh, not sure to be entirely honest.” He said looking down at this phone.

“Our friend is very expedient, hopefully we won’t keep you there too long.” Diana watched you as she sat next to Bruce as the plane caught some turbulence. She adjusted her headset, “We’ll get you home soon.”

 “Oh I don’t have anywhere to be ma’am, so there’s no rush.” You smiled glancing back at her. You looked adorable in your aviator glasses, “Just trying to get a time frame. This storm looks like it’s getting worse. We might be staying over night if that isn’t a problem.”

“Not a problem for me.” Bruce put his hand against the wall as they were shook a bit more, “Is that a problem for you?”

“Not at all.” Diana looked at him as he put his phone away as the shaking increased.

She heard you curse lightly before you spoke to them, “It’s gonna get a little choppy. The storm shifted, gotta love mother nature…she loves to….whoa…shit…”

Diana looked out window seeing one of the wings on fire, “Y/N…”

“I see it.” You stated flipping a lot of switches as more cursing began to fly from your mouth, “Uh…so sir…”

“Yeah?” He glanced at Diana who nodded at him.

“Yeah this isn’t going to be a nice landing…” You took hold of the stick as it started to shaking beginning a mayday call.

“Diana!” Bruce plane shook violently as she undid her buckle. The wing had snapped off sending them into a spin.

You didn’t know what was happening. You kept whispering how sorry you were like it would make it better as you eyes shut. There was so much you wanted to do. So much you wanted to see.

Then there was just air billowing around you. Finally you had the courage to open your eyes feeling someone adjusting their grip on you. You looked back at Diana holding securely. 

You looked back down your sunglasses falling off as your plane crashed into the ground, “…those were my favorite…”

As you descended slowly to the ground you noticed Bruce floating down a ways away with some sort of parachute. It wasn’t one of yours that was for sure. You were slowly making assumptions.

“Are you alright?” Diana asked as you both touched down. She began fussing over you, “Are you hurt?”

You stared at her for a moment, “You…can fly?”

Diana couldn’t help but smile, “In a manner of speaking…are you okay, Y/N?”

“I…we just…” You looked over in the distance at your plane, “ we…crashed..we…what…”

“Take a deep breath…whoa whoa!” As you started to fall backward Diana easily grabbed your hand pulling you to her for support.

“Is she alright?” Bruce asked running over.

As your eyes started rolling back into your head, “I think the fall is catching up to her. She’ll be fine once the adrenaline cools off.”

“Right…” He watched as Diana easily scooped you up, “Good thing…you wore the pant suit instead of the dress.”

“Shut up.” Diana rolled her eyes holding you, “Why don’t you call for help.”

“On it.” Bruce turned away from you as Diana began walking further from the crash.

She laid you down sitting down next to you. She smiled despite the situation. She reached over carefully brushing your hair from your face letting her hand linger on your cheek.

Your eyes fluttered open as you gasped. You felt her take hold of your shoulders making you calm down, “What happened?”

“I believe our plane was hit by lightening. The winds were strong enough to break the wing off.” Diana explained.

“I meant…you know…” You sat up slowly.

“Ah…” Diana let her hands fall from your shoulders into her lap, “Well…um…I…”

“You’re special…like Superman…” You stared at her as her wonderful eyes gazed back to you, “aren’t you?”

“Yes.” She nodded slowly, “My name is Diana, Princess of Themyscira, Daughter of Hippolyta.”

“She’s Wonder Woman.” Bruce walked back over kneeling down to you letting out a soft sigh, “I’m Batman and we are going to be sitting here for a while despite all of special friends.”

Your mouth hung open staring at him for a moment, “This makes so much sense.”

“I get that a lot…actually I don’t…we don’t tell people.” He glanced at Diana.

“I get that…kind of hard to deny what I was sort of assuming on the way down to Earth.” You looked at Diana again blushing more. You’d seen clippings of her in the news paper. Never thought you’d be saved by her.

Diana shifted her gaze from you to Bruce as he began saying how they needed to come up with a story. She agreed but kept glancing to you. She was worried that all this information would scare you away. She didn’t want that.

When Bruce decided to go check if the help was coming Diana took the opportunity to speak to you, “Y/N, I hope…I know this is all very overwhelming.”

“Oh yeah…you know…crashing…meeting your heroes…” You rattled off smiling a little.

She smiled at you taking your hand, “I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

“I’m fine, ma’am.” You told her looking at her hand on top of yours, “Can’t say I’m not rattled, but this is the world we live in. I just wish I anticipated the shift in the weather. I’m real sorry. I should’ve looked again…”

“You can’t control the weather, Y/N. You’re not at fault.” She caressed your hand with her thumb. 

“That’s kind…but…”

“It’s not.” Diana said firmly.

You looked at her licking your lips before taking your hand back, “I…”

“Hey!” Bruce waved at them trucks approaching behind them.

“Well look at that…” You put a smile on your face, “I guess it’s times to go.”

Diana watched you stand to your feet. You offered a hand down to her taking her hand helping her up. She flexed her hand when you let go walking toward Bruce. She couldn’t shake how familiar it felt to her. How easy she found it to touch you. 

Diana walked silently behind you trying to get her emotions under control. It wasn’t often she felt her heart race outside of battle anymore. She liked it.

A Dream Come True ~ part 2

part one here

My first attempt at a RPF! I love Norman, but am nowhere near an expert on him, like I am with Jeffrey. 😜 So excuse my writing of him.  Also, let’s pretend that Jeffrey and Norman are single, no SO’s, no ties.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader x Norman Reedus

Word count ~ 2800

Warnings- NSFW

Tags~ @stileswolfi @magikat409 @jasoncrouse @nothin-after-79 @magpiegirl80  @omgitss0y @binegan @metal-xo @mypopculturediva @angelofthenite @hotfornegan

   As we stepped into the elevator, I instinctively moved towards the back but a warm hand, grasping my bare arm, brought me back forward.

 “Where ya going sweetheart?” Norman pulled me into his side. I was in my own personal heaven as Jeffrey moved in closer.

 “She’s my date, bubba. I’m open to sharing, if this sweet thing’s okay with it. But, I’m first.” Suddenly, his nose was pressing into my neck, making goosebumps arise up and down my spine.

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Back at Rai-Con, a fellow maid @duvetduchess passed a package for me that she was asked to deliver from a Singapore lolita community. Just wanted to say a HUUUUUGE big sparkly thank you to everyone who put sweet little heartfelt letters or adorable accessories (which were totally my style) in the parcel!! x__x I was honestly very overwhelmed, I couldn’t quite believe it!! QoQ

If anyone knows which exact community this was exactly, please let me know in the replies or my inbox!

the-bookish-soul  asked:

Could you write Rhys + daughter "lets go get your revenge on the boy"

Thank you for the ask!! Hopefully this does it justice..

Please send me yours thoughts!!

@feysand17


“Dad, I need your help.”

Rhys looked up, concern furrowing his brow. It seemed every time his daughter, Solara, asked him for help, the reason was devious. “What have you done now?” Assuming the worst. 

Solara’s face crumpled in indignation. “Me? What do you mean, what did I do? I think you should be more concerned about what Cirro has been doing!” Rhys stood up at the sound of his daughter’s on again-off again boyfriends’ name, darkness starting to unleash from his control. He had no high opinions of this male, he certainly hadn’t done anything to earn Rhys’ trust or respect and he openly defied any rules Feyre and he had laid out. “I’m sorry, peanut. Tell me what the fool has done now,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets to avoid unintentional damage to the furniture.

Solara, usually quite contained, and lacking her earlier bravado, huffed and tears started to spill down her cheeks. Rhys immediately went to her and folded her in his arms, his hand stroking her golden-brown hair. She tried to contain the sobs, but two broke out before she forced herself to breathe and drew back from her father. “I overheard him talking to Aeden and Trevan. He was expecting me to meet him but I was early. They were talking about… he said that the only reason he was trying to make things work between us was because of you. He thinks that if he sticks around, the mating bond will snap into place, and he’ll fall in your favor. He wants to be a confidant of yours, someone you rely on and give real power to. He’s hoping you’ll trust him enough to leave him in charge when you leave to oversee the Night Court or the training for the Illyrians.” She said it all very fast, lacking her usual finesse. Rhys clenched his fists, fury emanating from him. Night enveloped them both. Solara gasped and Rhys reeled his anger back in. He took a deep breath before speaking again. “I think, our little friend Cirro needs to learn a lesson or two about using his High Lord’s daughter for personal gain. Come on, let’s go get your revenge on the boy.”


Rhysand leaned back in his chair with his fingers crossed together in contemplation as he surveyed Cirro sitting across from him. Cirro, at least, looked unnerved, to Rhys’ delight, at being observed by such an imposing force. They were at the House of Wind about to sit down at a family dinner but Rhys had pulled Cirro to a study off of the main dining room.

“I want you to come to one of the Illyrian camps with me to observe the training. In fact, I want you to train as well. If you one day wish to rule alongside my daughter, you need to be shown all aspects of the Night Court. Velaris will rule itself, your attentions will be needed elsewhere.” The lie came easily from his lips, though it still tasted bitter. Cirro looked pleased – no surprise, as if he had been waiting for the day when he just knew he would be called upon. “I would be glad of the chance to oversee and train. I’ve been meaning to ask if there was anything I could be doing to help you. I know you can be very overwhelmed with most of your Inner Circle attending to their various duties.” Lies lies lies. Rhys could see the glimmer of greedy excitement in his forest green eyes. “Good, we will be leaving in a week. During that time, you will shadow me and learn. For now, let’s eat. I’ve kept my High Lady and daughter waiting long enough.”


A week passed with minor incidents, Rhys had given Cirro mindless tasks that a child could have completed. Rhysand could see Cirro’s growing frustrations every day. He needed to have the boy tense and irrational before taking him to the war camp that Cassian was currently heading up. Cassian was instrumental in starting the new camp. It was a female Illyrian camp only. Of course, he didn’t do it alone. Nesta was the driving force behind the operation.

Rhys and Feyre winnowed directly into the Illyrian war camp, Solara wrapped in Feyre’s arms, all already dressed in their training leathers. Cirro had had the unpleasant experience of winnowing with his High Lord.

Solara personally felt extreme satisfaction at the what seemed like now-permanent grimace on Cirro’s face. The last week had been days of watching Cirro fail to please his High Lord and evenings subtly misleading Cirro about, “what the hell Rhysand wants”.

Cassian landed in front of Solara and mussed her hair playfully. “Hey kiddo, you here to help me raise trouble?” Solara lovingly shoved her uncle away from her and he stumbled back and landed in a mud puddle, which somehow seemed to get mud all over Cirro and no one else. Solara suspected her mother. Feyre had a mischievous look in her eyes before she bid them farewell and went to join Nesta in one of the training rings. Rhys clapped Cassian affectionately on the back. “I thought we could train with Cirro today. Any recruits need a warm up?” Cirro huffed irately. “I don’t need to warm up with a female,” he sneered the last word. Rhys arched a brow and lowered his head fractionally. “My mistake, I shouldn’t have assumed you weren’t training outside of time spent with my daughter.” Cirro, remembering his manners and who he was speaking to, tried to backtrack. “No, no. You’re right. A warm up would be nice.” He moved towards the smaller training ring to the left. Rhys and Cassian purposely walked to the main ring in the middle of the camp. Cirro, realizing his mistake, hurried over, looking as though he’d rather be anywhere else. “Do your worst.” Was all Rhys said before taking up a defensive position. Cirro, with Cassian’s instruction was walked through the basic training routines until Cirro waived him off saying, “I’ve got this.”

Rhys’ eyes twinkled. “If you don’t mind, I’ll sub out,” and walked from the ring and took up a spot where Cassian, Nesta, Feyre and Solara were. Nesta called over Nova, one of the female recruits who showed the most promise. Nova’s eyes brightened as she took in Cirro, as if he were her next meal. Solara could swear she saw Cirro gulp and shrink in on himself. He looked over at her and scowled before straightening up and facing Nova.

He didn’t even last thirty seconds. He pranced around Nova as if he were trained to dance, not fight. Nova hit him once and sent him sprawling on his ass. He rolled over on his stomach to spit dirt out of his mouth and heaved himself off the ground. Nova walked out laughing, “You can’t possibly expect me to continue sparring with him, I barely touched him and he fell down,” she said, loud enough for the surrounding recruits and the family gathered watching to hear. Laughs rang out from everywhere. Cirro snarled, “Solara, since you find this so funny, why don’t you get in here and spar with me.” He words were laced with enough malice that Cassian and Rhysand both narrowed their attentions to him. Feyre snarled lightly. No one needed to be told how protective they were of Solara, you could see it plainly.

Solara sauntered into the ring, her mask of indifference in place. “I’m probably a bit rusty, it’s been an age since I trained.” Her tone was that of one who found this whole ordeal inconsequential.

She took her positon and set her feet shoulder width apart, the exact stance she had perfected over years of training with her family. Cirro raised an eyebrow and said sardonically, “would you like the honors of first hit?” Solara’s feline grin spread, “I don’t think I need it.”

Cirro launched at her, unsteadily. Solara could see she already had the advantage, she knew it before, but was happy to see it confirmed before she dodged his first punch and then retaliated by punching him in the ribs. Cirro gasped, not expecting the strength behind the hit. Solara didn’t give him any advantages. She whirled around and elbowed him in the chest before starting a quick but furious onslaught of jabs to his already bruising ribs. Cirro collapsed to the ground. Solara hadn’t even broken a sweat. 

She dropped down into a crouch beside Cirro’s shaking body, she was slightly surprised to see him crying but she didn’t care. “I never want to see you again. I never want to see you around my family, or my home. It must be difficult to know you’ve been beaten by two females just this afternoon alone. If I catch you near anything I hold dear, I won’t go easy on you.” She straightened and walked out of the ring. She went to her mother and father. Feyre looped her arm over Solara. Rhys took Solara’s chin in his hands and observed her face as Cassian did a quick once over to make sure there were no hairs out of place. “You’re OK?” Rhys asked, pride shining in his eyes. Solara nodded and grinned. “Thanks for your help. I do appreciate that you left the best for me in the end.” She nodded her head towards Cirro who was getting on his feet. Feyre squeezed Solara’s shoulders, “You may not know this about your father, but he lets us fight our own battles. He knows we’re dangerous and can handle anything ourselves.” Her voice held some old emotion in it, where clearly a story was waiting to be told, and Rhys’ gazed softened as he looked at his mate. Solara rolled her eyes, “Stop making eyes at each other in front of me, let’s go home.” Feyre and Solara started walking away. Cassian looked towards the ring. “What do you want to do with him?” Cirro was inspecting his ribs to make sure nothing was broken. Rhys said loud enough for everyone to hear, “Cirro, you should stay here and train. Nesta and Nova can teach you how to fight.” Rhys walked away to his waiting family, saying nothing else, preparing to winnow home. Nesta’s wicked grin would haunt Cirro for the rest of his days. 


Later, Solara heard that Cirro had returned to Velaris. She never did see him around. Apparently, being humiliated in front of a bunch of women did nothing for one’s pride.


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anonymous asked:

Hello Isaac! I've been recently researching into Witchcraft, but admittedly I'm getting a bit overwhelmed with all the surpress of information spread out. Can you recommend some places that are newbie friendly and in an easier to read format? Thank you so much for your time! =)

Hello anon! I know how you feel! I got very overwhelmed when I first got into everything as well! So, I’[m gonna give you some links to some posts that I believe are very helpful!

I hope this helps you out! <3

My review of BatB (2017): part two

WARNING! Spoilers ahead!


Here are a few other changes I didn’t like:


1. The prologue was a complete MESS. How could they screw this up?? The animated film did it perfectly, so why not keep that the same? You don’t appreciate the beginning - the “once upon a time” bits - because there’s just too much going on.


2. The film is too fast paced. The story doesn’t move naturally like the animated version did. Everything here happens so fast … and before you know it something else is happening on screen that I almost forget what happened in the previous scene. It’s like they wanted to jam as much as possible into this “remake”. I felt very overwhelmed tbh.


3. I’ve already talked about how underwhelming Belle’s costumes are here (all thanks to Emma Watson), but I honestly wasn’t a big fan of most of the other costumes either. Nothing really stood out enough for me to remember later on. Same with most of the set designs. I think it’s because I don’t like the color palette of the film. Everything was either really bland and boring or it was just too over the top and tacky (too much gold/beige) for my liking. Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette did a great job in the costumes and set designs department. I would have wanted to see BatB do the Rococo era that way instead. With more pastels and bright colors. There are some exceptions though - I liked Gaston’s clothes, the prince’s/beast’s formal wardrobe were great. Audra and Gugu had very nice costumes too, but we don’t see enough of them to enjoy the glamour. Some parts of the castle were beautiful, but I also think I’ve seen better (example: La Belle et La Bete).


4. The CGI is a kinda … too much. It’s not very pleasant to look and there’s A LOT OF IT. The character designs for everyone under the spell are bad imo. The castle staff didn’t translate well from animation to live-action. And I don’t like the Beast’s design either … he looks too human-like to me. He needed to be more scary looking, more intimidating.


5. Was it really necessary to make the story about Belle’s mother so tragic? I mean, REALLY?? Also, I felt very little warmth between Belle and her father. I didn’t feel like there was a genuine bond between them.


6. I know this is gonna sound mean, but I liked the Beast more when he was illiterate. In this version he comes across somewhat pretentious to me. I didn’t like how judgmental he became when Belle told him her favorite book was Romeo & Juliet. I hated the way they handled the library scene here. It wasn’t nearly as cute or sweet as the animated film did it.


I’ve already talked about Emma’s singing (and how unimpressive it is), but I have to admit everyone else sang well enough. Audra is fabulous, of course. Both Luke Evans and Dan Stevens did a good job with their songs (especially Luke). I still prefer Angela Lansbury over Emma Thompson, though. I still think they should have cast proper singers in all the roles.


Other people have complained this movie isn’t a remake, but is actually more of a reenactment. And I agree. Cinderella (2015) did stay true to the 1950 animated film - it had the same charm and essence of the original - but it also expanded on the story/characters and made a few changes that refreshed it for audiences. The BatB is almost a shot-by-shot kind of remake … which seemed like a missed opportunity imo. I understand that they probably felt pressure to stay faithful to the animated classic, but this went too far. Where the 1991 BatB was romantic, exciting and entertaining, this new version just falls flat by comparison.

Flint and Abigail

Hi there, here’s that Abigail and Flint fic I toyed with writing. I’m so glad I got around to actually putting it down on paper…er…screen. It was pretty interesting to try and nail the Flint Voice, I hope I at least got close. Please enjoy!

It was quiet now.

Abigail did not know pirate ships could be so quiet. From the stories her father and nanny would tell, ships run by pirates were always loud, wild and unhinged. Constant plunder and pillage and gunfire, never-ending death and danger. But now, she sits on the stern she sat on this afternoon, this time in the dead of night, with one lone man controlling the ship; the very tall, very quiet one. The only sounds around her were the low creak and rumble of the ship as it glided through the water, and the rustle of the flag when hit with a breeze. She closed her eyes, and let the sweet breeze kiss her hair, she inhaled the smell of salt that wrapped around her, feeling truly free for the first time in…she can’t even remember.

Abigail felt a chill run through her spine, wrapping the blanket she draped over her shoulders tighter, a gift from Lady Hami—Miranda. She remembered the terrifying haze she was in for days, only to be revived of that to be moved to a dark, dank belly of a fort, where a man thought money was more important than her life. Millions of thoughts ran through her head, the loudest one being if she would ever see the sun again, be outside again, breathe again. She wondered if she would ever stop being someone’s prisoner.

But sitting on this ship, with the moon clear and the stars bright, with her skin feeling pure fresh air and smelling nature in what felt like years, Abigail began to feel freedom again, she felt as if she were returning to herself, slowly piecing together what it felt like to be human, to be alive.

She jumped at the light thump from behind her, her nerves rattling and turning to see who was approaching. Her nervousness dwindled—slightly—when she saw that it was Captain Fl—James McGraw—moving slowly to stand a few feet away from her.

“I did not mean to frighten you,” Mr. McGraw says, voice rough, trying to make his voice gentle for the girl.

Abigail shakes her head, her movement slightly fidgety, “I did not mean to jump,” she replies, her voice small.

“Are you alright?” he asks, keeping his movements slow as he walked towards her.

Abigail nods, “I could not sleep…I thought the air would clear my mind, but…I find my thoughts reeling now more than ever.”

Mr. McGraw thinks on this, and nods. “You wouldn’t be the first. Nature plays cruel tricks like that more than you know,” he says, cracking the tiniest hint of a thing that could qualify as a smile. Abigail’s shoulders relax further, and works up the courage to move over on the small bench she occupied, offering the captain a spot.

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I am really sorry to all of you

I’ve been away for a while now and I have some explaining to do. 
I have recently relocated to Australia and I’ve been dealing with some wild emotions lately. To be completely honest with you all, I’ve been a little sad lately. 
This blog has been and always will be about positivity, cheer, joy, Christmas, family and you all. I haven’t wanted to get on here and just start blogging again without an explanation, and I did consider just to not come back again. Which now I realise is a really selfish and completely unreasonable thing to do.
Since I have moved away from my family things are starting to improve for me, both mentally and physically. My family was the reason I moved out this way, I couldn’t be around them anymore, I knew I was being held back and trapped from doing big things, the things I’ve dreamed of doing for a long time. When I said goodbye to my family at the airport I felt this entire world just fall off of my shoulders. Yes, it was incredibly hard to say goodbye to the people who have surrounded me my entire life but it also felt so good. I’m still actually trying to come to terms with having this freedom.
When I lived with my family things were hard for me, to a point where I felt completely isolated from everything. We lived 20 miles from the nearest town and up a very steep rocky road. That’s just the last 2 years living wiht my family, before that we didn’t stay in one place for very long, we moved from county to city to state to state and it seemed never ending. But as I was moving from state to state, I found someone, someone who didn’t understand what I was going through, but wanted to know how I felt and wanted to be in the details of my life. He came back and forth from Australia just to see me and he taught me that people aren’t supposed to be treated the way I had been treated, he showed me a pure and unselfish love that I had only seen a few times in my life. 
He did leave to go back to Australia, and we applied for a visa so he could come back and live with me and my family. This meant he was gone for about 8 months, I declined rapidly in this time frame. just a couple of months after he left that last time, I began exercising and becoming extremely healthy, I went vegan and all of my weight melted off of me like candle wax. I became anorexic within 5 months of him being gone that last time. I was able to hid this from my family for a while, another couple of months went by and no one noticed I hadn’t been eating, I’d been working out constantly and I didn’t want to go outside. I would sit in my room and scroll though photos of foods I wanted to eat so badly but wouldn’t dare touch it. It was one of the hardest times in my life. 
I told my mom I was having problems, she told me she was happy I told her and she wanted to find me a nutritionist, but I knew that wasn’t something I was up for. Not long after that my step-dad employed me as an “office manager” In his new business. I accepted and worked for him in our own home. This made me even more isolated and put me deeper into this hole. 
My fiancé finally came back and my family thought I would get better instantly from him being back. I now know that they pushed him to come back so much that he almost didn’t have a choice. He came back expected the absolute worse and it must have been even worse that I thought. Even when he was back I didn’t want to gain weight, I didn’t want to give up loosing 5 more pounds. So I kept going all through the summer and into the start of autumn.
After long talks with Daniel and my family moving us out of my bedroom in to a camper next to their home I finally started realising the severity of my situation, and I began to eat more, slowly more and more. During this time my mid had to recover as well so I made this blog to find some comfort and it grew so fast and so many people came to support me and the message I was sharing.
I started to feel better, a lot better, I gained all of my weight back and then some. But at my job that now my whole family was working for I was feeling left out. I felt I was there just to keep me happy, and Daniel became employed with them after I had a complete meltdown about the whole family working there besides him.
We both continued to work there for a couple of months until I couldn’t take being thrown to the side and taken advantage of. So I quit. And I was able to work on this blog full-time and really dive into anything creative I wanted to do. After a month or so went by Daniel found the job was giving him a lot of stress causing him to get sick so he decided to quit as well. 
So here we were, both jobless and confused on our next step. We spent a lot of time trying to get out of the house when we could which was close to impossible, we had to depend on other people to get us out because neither of us could drive, my parents seemed as if they didn’t want me to drive so I never got the chance. After a few months of us both being home, blowing through our savings very quickly we decided to move out, and we came to the conclusion going to Australia might be a good change and we might see something there that we could see in the place we were at. 
We decided not to tell my family we were leaving because, I was honestly very overwhelmed with how I was being treated and I was very sad over being left out of the family. No one wanted to talk to me after I quit work with the family company so I went a few months of not being able to go out, and only really being able to talk to Daniel. So, I did make the decision to not tell anyone about this move. We bought our flight, got rid of a lot of unwanted items, and I got my passport, and no one really had any idea. Until, I started asking if people wanted some of the things I wouldn’t usually just give away. 
Then, my parents came to talk to Daniel and I and we laid everything out on the floor, my mother didn’t want to hear it so Daniel and I were left talking to my step-dad and he started angry but finished agreeing with us and being understanding. 
After that Daniel and I went with my family to visit my grandparents on the other side of the country and less than a couple of weeks later we were in Seattle getting on a flight to Hawaii with Daniel’s parents. After we got back from Hawaii we cracked down on getting things packed. It took us a couple of weeks and the morning came when I had to say goodbye. 
As I said before, it was really hard and I had waited for a moment like this for so long it felt really surreal. But I also know I needed this in more ways than one and as soon as I got on that flight there was an enormous weight that fell from me.
Since being in this new place I’ve been deal with the “backlash” of everything that went on the last couple of years. So, right now I am a little lost. I’m slowly trying to find myself. I told Daniel yesterday that I need change, I feel like I really need it. Feeling that was has made me want to change my appearance very badly. I’m thinking of cutting all of my hair off again and getting new specs, changing my wardrobe. All of the materialistic things that I was taught to love by. So I guess the point of this post is to tell you I have been a little lost in my own head lately, and thats why I haven’t been around. I’m trying to reassure myself that it’s a good reason to not be around and I needed the time to try and figure things out, but it’s hard for me to feel confident in anything I say.
But with everything negative that has happened there is some positive. I got to move to an incredible place and really get the freedom I’ve been wanting. I’ve also learned a few new things about myself, one of the being I do want to go back to school next year and I’m really looking forward to doing that.
So, that’s where I have been and that’s how I’ve been doing lately. I’m really angry with myself that I have been able to keep this blog up during travelling and settling in but that’s one of the things I’m trying to work on lately, not the beat myself up over these type of things. 
So, yes, I am back right now and I will try and keep you all close to me and let you in on how things are going. 

You’re Our Sharpshooter

It’s Lance’s tone that catches Shiro’s attention- The majority of his focus had been on the task at hand (trying not to blow up at Slav, who was seriously pushing all of his buttons), and so he had tuned out Lance’s tinny voice coming through the helmet’s comm link- until now.

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Way of act

Somedays it’s incredibly hard for me to say a single word, incredibly hard to talk to anyone - even close friends, but I’m good with actions -even though I’m hella awkward sometimes. I am very protective of people around me, I really like to make people feel safe, comfortable and happy -my actions speak what I can’t. But sometimes I wish I could just talk y’know? It’s not easy for me to get to know persons, because I have a hard time trying to communicate verbally, I get confused and overwhelmed very easily, and it’s harder to keep a conversation. And it’s not that I WANT to be anti social, it’s not that I don’t want to talk to you either, it’s just who I am… I am an introvert and incredibly shy person, and sometimes it really sucks, because I wish I could get to know more persons and let them get to know me too. There’s so many persons (here on tumblr) that write, paint, take pictures… and even without knowing who I am, these persons touch my life very deeply, they make me smile when I’m in the middle of an anxiety episode, they make me want to be better every single day, they give me strength to keep on fighting depression… but most of all, they give me hope. Hope that tomorrow will be better, hope that someday I’ll be ME and I won’t be afraid of it, hope that someday someone will love me for who I am, with all my flaws, insecurities and struggles. And sometimes I wish I could show these persons the meaning that their actions might have for someone, I wish I could show them that their work have this big impact in someone’s life. Their passion for what they do, for their blogs, is what touches my world, the LOVE that they put in every single detail is what moves me this way, and it’s the main reason why I’m writing this. I wish I could really bring them a mug of coffee and just sit and talk about anything and everything, the same way I want to and keep on trying to do to a few persons. But as I can’t do this, as I can’t act to physically show them, I decided to write this piece - it’s my way of acting. And maybe it will take me a few weeks (or months) to actually publish this, specially because I still don’t have the courage in me to do so, with the mentions I want to do and the content of this piece . But when I do, I want you, person that I mentioned, to know that I care for you and that you are important to this world, because I’m sure that I’m not the only one that loves your work and your blog, I’m sure I’m not the only one who finds comfort and safety in your blog. I know that you might be having a bad day, I know that you have struggles, problems and that you face a lot of stuff on your life -let’s be real here, sometimes the universe is a bitch- but I just wanted to let you know that somewhere (in Brazil, in my case) a random stranger cares for you and wishes you the best, and to let you know that your actions somehow have a great impact for this random stranger. I could talk about the six degrees of separation theory, but I’ve already wrote too much and I’m sorry if this turns out too weird for y’all. Just keep on going people, you might be doing so much more than you think. Thank you, not just for your work that you put on your blog, but for your existence, and specially, for existing at the same time as me.

ps: I think the amount of likes/reblogs I’ve left on your blogs might have scared y’all, and I’m sorry for that… it was kinda my way of saying how much I appreciate what appears on my dash ~blushing furiously~

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