ignore those people

it makes me unfomconrtable when people are like “how are you opressed!??? what laws are there??? when have you been a target of violence out for being asexual” like lets just apply that logic to like, my gender for a sec. im nonbinary and ive never been targeted violently because of it nor has the law had any material impacts on me. so by this logic im not oppressed for being trans… but thats just ignoring all the misgendering and microagressions and weird sexual questions people ask me because im nonbinary. YEAH those are forms of oppression and when you ignore those towards asexual people then youre implying that they should be ignored for all marginalized groups. 

have you ever finished a book or show and just had the strongest longing to be a part of that universe, where you have special abilities like them and friendships like them, and sure life is hard there but you know you’re special, you’re valuable, and that everything will be okay in the end

some advice

so, you’re joining the hamilton fandom and want to produce content? great!! scared of the unofficial etiquette in this mess? let me help.
(disclaimer: this is an UNOFFICIAL guideline. i’m aware that this fandom is a problematic mess that’s full of discourse and the only adult ones tend to be actual legal adults. don’t fuckin @ me saying that hur durr i’m wrong and should rot in hell. this is based off personal experience.)

-SHIPS
•Most pairings are accepted. The main ones are Hamilton/Laurens, Hamilton/Burr, Hamilton/Eliza, Jefferson/Madison, Jefferson/Hamilton, Washington/Lafayette, Maria/Eliza (or any Schuyler sister rly) and Mulligan/Lafayette. These usually have the most content, but also contain the most discourse. There’s also some major minor character ships out there; Lee/Seabury, Lee/KG3, Seabury/KG3 etc. I found Eacker/Philip H smut once. This fandom is literally the reason why Rule 34 exists. If it exists, there is porn of it.
•Polyamorous ships are widely accepted. I don’t ship any personally, but a few big ones are Hamilton/Eliza/Laurens, Laurens/Hamilton/Lafayette/Mulligan, Hamilton/Jefferson/Madison, etc. Basically, a lot of people like the idea of Hamilton’s cheating being converted into a happy, consensual relationship that’s polygamous, and that’s okay. (Please note I’m not equating cheating with polyamory. Hamilton being a dirty cheater doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with poly ships if you don’t want, but to me it seems particularly common, especially with the ships containing Hamilton and Eliza.)
•And I know you want to ask; what’s not accepted? Hard question. This fandom loves its angst, so there aren’t many ships that seem untouchable. For the love of God, though, don’t write anything that’s incestuous. I’m talking father/son, sibling/sibling. Don’t make any of Hamilton’s kids end up with the characters in the show. No, Washington/Hamilton doesn’t count as incest, although I personally can’t stand it.
•BASICALLY, don’t be a dick. Also, bear in mind that James Reynolds is the Umbridge of this fandom. If you portray his relationship with Maria as anything less than abusive, there will be riots. I’ve yet to see an (educated) James Reynolds apologist.

-CHARACTERS

•In terms of physical appearance, this fandom is a little wishy-washy on guidelines, unofficial or no. Tip: don’t whitewash if you’re drawing/writing them as their musical characters. Just don’t whitewash in general. This fandom seems to be okay with historical-era fanart and fanfic, which usually involves the characters looking like they did historically, but don’t romanticise them. Don’t romanticise them in general, but especially if you’re making them historical-era.
•SPEAKING OF ROMANTICISING, these characters were BAD PEOPLE. Jefferson owned slaves, Burr owned slaves, Washington owned slaves, the Schuylers owned slaves, evidence points to Hamilton owning at least one slave. Don’t let the Alexander apologists fool you; they were bad people historically. Don’t refer to them, ESPECIALLY I HISTORICAL CONTEXT, as ‘cinnamon rolls’. They were misogynists against the rights of women and minorities. Don’t forget that, no matter how much you like their characters. The Jefferson you like is portrayed by a black Jew; the Jefferson in history was a racist with a history of sexual assault and a slavery apologist.
•KEEPING THAT IN MIND, personality-wise, what we get from the musical is a little murky. Peggy is a great example of this. Fanon Peggy is very outspoken, sarcastic and a typical millenial. In the musical, she’s shy, hides behind her older sisters and very cautious. This is because of the fact that a) Peggy’s vocals are only apparent in one song through listening alone and b) historically Peggy was very similar to fanon Peggy. THIS DOESN’T MATTER. PORTRAY THEM HOWEVER YOU THINK SUITS BEST. Don’t let the musical force you to make Eliza’s main trait be ‘nice’. For all you Laurens stans out there, it’s okay to let him have interests other than art, turtles and Hamilton. Feel free to give them depth, complexities, flaws. Not only is it fucking refreshing amongst the collection of bland chatfics and high school AUs that seem to reduce each character to a single trait, it’s good for original character practice as well.
•THE SCHUYLER SISTERS get their own section. If you’re doing something historical, remember that they had other siblings. It’s generally agreed that Angelica and Eliza were closest, but Angelica and Peggy and Eliza and Peggy are shown in the musical as being close too (see Angelica dancing with Peggy and hugging her in Satisfied, and Peggy helping Eliza put away her letters and being dragged along with her in Helpless and The Schuyler Sisters). Sometimes it seems that fics reduce them to plot devices, minor characters or love interests; I won’t go all 'SJW!1!1!1’ on you but they are their own people as well, and flesh them out. (This problem is not as common in artwork, since art of them tends to focus on them either as a trio or Satisfied and Helpless companion pieces starring Angelica and Eliza.) Also, fun fact that this fandom seems to have overlooked - all three of them could play instruments.
-REVOLUTIONARY SET AND DEMOCRATIC REPUBLICANS. Things to remember include Madison and Hamilton being friends before Jefferson showed up, Jefferson and Lafayette being close, Mulligan historically being Hamilton’s biggest hypeman (oh, I wish I was kidding) and Laurens and Lafayette being close friends. As for Burr, he’s traditionally relegated to the strange outsider by the fandom. This is more of a personal view, but Burr started off as a member of the Revolutionary Set, and progressed into a Democratic Republican, and this fandom likes to forget that.
-THEODOSIA JR. Theodosia is never seen, only mentioned, which basically means everything about her is fanon. Literally. The only confirmed thing about her are her parents. This means Theodosia is good for inserting an audience-type character into; she’s an empty vessel, essentially, so anything you do to her involves zero fact checking. BEAR IN MIND that Theodosia is usually shipped with Philip, and that some members of the fandom will have expectations of her. Ignore those people. Theodosia is a shell of an OC, so as long as you don’t murder her in childhood or something, there’s no real discourse you have to be wary of. (Apart from Philip/Theodosia discourse, which is apparently a thing? But there’s discourse in practically every ship, so by all means, ignore that too.)
•UNMENTIONED/UNSEEN CHARACTERS. I’m talking Ben Franklin, John Adams, James Monroe, Governor Clinton, them. John Adams appears to be universally hated, John Jay is often used as a filler or plot device, and the others are just used as names. Don’t bother about continuity with them.

-SOME COMMON AU IDEAS
•High School/College Modern AU. This is a big one. There are flaws in it, namely romanticising too much and relegating major characters to 'minor’ status, but it’s so widely used that it’s good to know if you’re new here.
•Modern Government/Law AU. Another big one. Not as commonly used because ugh, research and maturity, but there’s a massive pro to them - more complex themes and 'child’ characters can be added because the main lot are usually older. My personal favourite.
•Chatroom AU. What it sounds - no real fic, just usernames and text speak. Good for laughs or plain fights, but bad for complex emotion, fluff, angst, or major plot. Also, they clog up the tags of less major ships, especially on AO3.
•Soulmate AU. A variety of soulmate AUs exist, but essentially boil down to having some kind of matching mark, etc. Amazing for angst, fluff, plot and character development, but not so great for humour or multi-chapter fics.
•Domestic AUs. Exactly as they sound. Massive fluff traps, no real substance but they’re amazing if you’ve had a shitty day and need something to cheer you up. Fan favourite.

So there you go! Everything you need to know if you’re entering the Hamilton fandom, give or take a few things. Don’t bash ships, don’t romanticise them too much, and take Ron Chernow’s content with a pinch of salt (he’s known for 'not finding’ easily accessible content regarding the women of the Hamilverse). Good luck!

i need snk season two. i’ve been reblogging variations of the same 10 anime scenes for almost two years now and it is driving me insane. i get it. the world is cruel and also very beautiful. eren and armin want to see the ocean and the outside world. i get it. levi’s squad died and it was sad. i get it. we are so thoroughly out of material it it driving me up a wall. possibly up many walls. maybe even wall maria.

anonymous asked:

Okay but like everyone (ahem k/t ers ) keep saying that it’s WEIRD!!11! how she confirmed gorgeous is about joe but like?? Maybe it’s because she’s finally happy? Like she truly wants to love him publicly but keep their relationship private enough to be protected and also like he’s not absolutely wrong for her so there’s that

“like he’s not absolutely wrong for her so there’s that”

I SCREAMED

If you want to be a punk because you have had a rough life at home or at school and you just need a way to express the shit your are going through and want a place to let go of your problems and have fun, I’m all for it. If you already have so much going on in your life and you don’t feel like being actively political and just need to let loose and have fun. I got your back, no judgements from me. There are too many people quick to judge or tell you what is or isn’t punk. Ignore that shit. Those people are always going to exist, worrying too much about what others are doing than themselves. Don’t take more on your plate than you can handle. Do what you need to do to survive. Punk is a family and I’m definitely here to support you.

sormatumb  asked:

Aware that "a story about Z character" should be told by Z people, and wanting to write "about a character who happens to be Z" yet informed, I researched deeply to understand their sociocultural context and how affects their lives. But after research, many character traits I considered universal ended up being heavily influenced by their context and if I try to tie them up I'm afraid I'm stepping too far into the 1st category. How do you feel how to handle when the line b/w the two gets blurry?

When Am I Writing an Identity Story?

This is a very tricky point to handle, especially since culture informs people so much that yes, you can run into a lot of identity stories that you don’t realize are identity stories. Made even trickier by how often identity stories aren’t told by people who hold that identity, so there is barely a metric for “what is safe for me to write.”

My main suggestion as an idea is asking yourself if the plot points fall apart when the ethnicity changes.

I don’t mean your plot, because the plot around the points can change based on the ethnicity. I mean the actual landmarks of how the story will progress and key turning events.

Say you have a Native character. You want to write a plot with a Native character, and you want her ethnicity to inform the plot.

An identity story’s plot points would go along the lines of seeing colonialism’s ills all around her, having to fight to be recognized as competent by her professors, working towards an art show where she showcases her culturally informed art and proves to the world she’s a good artist. 

A story where she so happens to be Native has her be an artist with a Native informed viewpoint who’s trying to balance her art with her day job and a new boyfriend. She might run into racist art exhibitors, appropriators, and very ignorant people, but those are background events that inform the plot instead of being the plot.

In the former example, the plot falls apart if the character isn’t Native, because so many plot points are based around how the world sees her as Native. In the latter example, the plot changes if she’s another ethnicity, but it doesn’t fall apart completely. 

Hope this clears up the confusion.

~Mod Lesya

And again, me being angry

Just saw at an bts Instagram fan account, that posts just official pictures of bts without commenting on it, some comments under the picture of Jimin lying in Jungkooks arms.
Jikook shipper being happy, neutrals being happy about their bias and then… I don’t know how many, Vkook shipper… Again.

Flaming that Vkook is real and that Jk is actually thinking about Tae in that picture.
I stopped reading after that comment.
I’m sorry that I’m hating on them again, but no one, really NO ONE of the other ships, involving those two, said something.
Most of them probably enjoying the pictures or just blankly ignoring it.
But those immature people keep on flaming on other people ships.

anonymous asked:

so i have this friend who told me that he thinks classical music is boring and not relevant and all the stupid stuff those ignorant people say so what do i do? i go and get tickets for both of us to see le nozze di figaro at our local theatre and it's this extremely daring, political and erotic production and i basically kidnap him so he comes with me BUT wow big surprise! he is totally amazed and afterwards he cries and thanks me because otherwise he'd never have known

see this is what more people should do

YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME [DRACO MALFOY / JULIAN ALBERT]

request: “Could you do a crossover imagine where the reader dated Draco and after the battle he ran from his parents and went into hiding as a muggle with the alias Julian Albert and the reader is Harry’s sister and one day he says he found Draco and when she apparates to the address it’s STAR labs and everyone in the cortex is freaked but “Julian” gets excited and is all happy and glad she found him and he explains all about the wizards and it ends with him saying “You hufflepuffs and your ability to find things”“ — @fuckkoffcourtney

a/n: i love this request do much 😭 i’ve been thinking about the similarities of julian’s and draco’s characters for a long time now aND BASICALLY I’M JUST HAPPY TO DO THIS IMAGINE OKAY ENJOY (also, did this in 3rd person point of view to get the feels going idk okay i’m just so excited rn i’m rambling.)

p.s. they are in their mid-20s in this imagine just to let you know

PART 2

Masterlist + Request here!

    It all started with a dream.

    Y/N had woken up one night, sweating, her heart beating rapidly, with her lungs longing for air in slow deep breaths at what she just discovered. She has been trying so hard for months, years even, and now just like that, she finally found what she was looking for — a clue that could lead her to Draco Malfoy, her former lover whom since the end of Second Wizarding War, had vanished mysteriously without a note or trace to where he was going.

     Harry Potter, Y/N’s brother, heard shuffling from her room at that same night when he was about to head to the kitchen to make himself some tea. Now that she was living with him and Ginny, along with their three children, he had the chance to rekindle his relationship with his sister since it went to a rough patch when he learned that she in fact was dating his mortal enemy.

     He knocked on the door, clearing his throat at the same time. "Y/N?”

     "Come in.“ she answered immediately, a low grunt following after her statement.

     When he entered her room, he raised his eyebrows in both surprise and confusion. She had a wand in hand, her outfit indicated that she was going to go somewhere, and a luggage was on the floor where some of her clothes were magically folding and placing themselves in.

     Harry had a hard time uttering what he wanted to say. "Er — Y/N? Are you going somewhere?”

     She closed her luggage successfully and beamed at him, standing up from her position to walk closer to where he was.

     "I know where he is, Harry.“ Y/N claimed. "I know where he is and I’m coming to meet him.”

     "No, Y/N, not again —” Harry sighed.

     She cut him off. “Harry, I’m sure this time. I saw him! In my — in my dream. He’s in this city acting like a Muggle. Please, I need to go see him, he needs me —”

     "If he needed you, he would have taken you with him, Y/N.“

     "No, stop saying that!” she shouted.

     Harry’s expression softened at the way her face fell and the gloomy expression she has been wearing for so long was back on her face. It was only that night when he saw her smile again, and he was still trying hard to understand why only Draco was the only person who could do it.

      She gulped. “I’m going, alright? There’s nothing you can do or say that can stop me.” she turned around and grabbed her luggage. “Please, just — just say my farewell to Ginny. Tell the kids that I won’t be long.”

      “Take care of yourself.” that was the only thing Harry managed to utter to his sister.

      Y/N nodded, and with a raise of her wand, she apparated to the place where she saw Draco in her dream — Central City, the home of the fastest man alive: The Flash.

      She didn’t need to wait for morning as she stares at the strange building in front of her eyes. It was named S.T.A.R. Labs, and although it looked abandoned and empty, she couldn’t be mistaken. This was where she saw Draco in her dream.

      With a deep breath, Y/N grabbed her luggage in one hand while her wand was still tightly wrapped around the other. She was often labeled as even more reckless and stubborn than her brother was, which said a lot since Harry Potter tended to do a lot of things without particularly thinking about it first. Well, she suppose, it was Hermione’s job to the thinking in their trio.

      When she has reached the cortex, the dream came flashing back to her, making her wince ever so slightly because of the headache that came with it. She dropped her luggage beside the wall and slowly went to touch the desk with the monitors, opening one of them and seeing complicated and various codes on the screen.

      All of the sudden, a gust of wind broke her away from her trance and when she looked forward, she saw a man in a red suit, peering curiously at her before setting his eyes at her wand.

      “Who are you?” asked the stranger, stepping closer. “How did you get here?”

       Y/N raised her wand. “Where is he?”

      “Who?” the man asked again.

      “Draco.” answered Y/N. “I just want to see him. Where is he?”

      “I don’t know any Draco.”

      Without warning, Y/N raised her hand higher and began to speak an incantation towards the red speedster. “Legilimens.”

      His own memories came flooding in her mind. She ignored those people who she didn’t know, but when she finally saw Draco’s face, she focused more on that memory only to see him talking to the man in what seemed like a rude manner. Y/N had the nerve to smile to know that he hasn’t changed, though her trespassing on the man’s mind was soon cut off by another voice.

      “Stop, whatever you’re doing with him.” it said, seeing how the former was wincing, and when she obliged, she saw a man with dark skin pointing a gun at her direction.

      She raised her eyebrows. “Expelliarmus.” she commanded and the weapon flew away from his grasp.

      “What the hell?” gasped the same man.

       Abruptly, two more people followed after him. One was female with brown locks and one was male with shoulder length hair. They were looking at Y/N in what seemed like amazement and fear. The latter opening his mouth to say something but decided against it when Y/N tilted her head in a taunting way.

       She smiled. “Look, I’m not here to bring harm.” she clarified, finally lowering her wand. “Like I said, I just want to see Draco.”

      “And like we told you, we don’t know —”

      “Barry, isn’t it?” Y/N didn’t let him finish, turning back to him. “I saw you talking to him so don’t try and hide him away from me.”

      The three strangers slowly made their way to Barry’s side and Y/N identified them individually regarding what she saw inside Barry Allen’s head. The eldest was named Joe West, the only girl was Caitlin Snow, and the last one was Cisco Ramon.

      Cisco raised his hand up. “Um, sorry to break it to you but we really don’t know any Draco that you’re speaking of.”

      Y/N impatiently crossed her arms. “Yes, you do. You’re working with him in this team —” she suddenly stops herself from talking, her eyes lighting up in realization" — and he names himself Julian Albert.“

      “Y/N?” a frantic yet familiar voice spoke from behind her and she didn’t waste time to turn around to see who it was.

      Y/N sighed in relief upon seeing Draco Malfoy, making her run towards him without skipping a beat, pulling him close to her body with a tight embrace. Tears were leaking out of her eyes once reality sunk in, muffled crying being heard on Draco’s shoulder that only the two of them could understand.

      “H-How — when — I don’t understand.” he didn’t dare let go of her, but Y/N, who wanted to see a clear view of his face, leaned back. “You’re here. You’re actually here.” he breathed out once more.

     She nodded, “I’m here.”

    Draco cracked a smile as he leaned down and kissed her.

    Almost everyone inside the room was shocked to see them together. Most especially, they were shocked to see Draco — or Julian, for what they’ve been told — show any kind of affection to someone. And from the way he unwillingly broke the kiss and stared at the girl’s eyes, it was obvious that she meant a lot to him much more than they thought she did.

    Y/N punched him quite hardly on the chest once they stopped, Draco raising his eyebrows in question.

    “That’s for leaving me.” growled Y/N. “And this —” she punched him again, harder than the last time “ — is for not even saying goodbye. No letter, no explanation, no words, no assurance that you were still alive —”

    “Okay, Y/N, I get it.” Draco stopped her from punching him further more.

    “You do?” she exclaimed. “Doesn’t seem like it, considering how you hid behind these Muggles —”

    “What did she just call us?” asked Barry.

    “ — for ages. Do you even know how many rules I’ve broken and breaking as we speak right now? It’s a good thing that I have a lot of allies from the Ministry that they understand exactly why I’m doing this.”

     Draco was about to explain when another stranger emerged from behind the two of them, Y/N recognizing him as H.R. Wells, who was unaware of the scene in front of him.

     "WHAT IS IT? WHERE’S THE METAHUMAN?“ yelled the man, causing everyone to groan in annoyance.

     Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, turning her attention back on Draco.

     "Please explain what’s been going on with you ever since the war …” she sighed, closing her eyes momentarily.

    “Excuse me,” spoke Cisco, “but we also need explaining, Julian.” he managed to gesture some air quotes at the name.

    “And what war, exactly? Like World War 1?” piped in Caitlin.

    H.R. dramatically gasped. “Julian’s a vampire?”

    “I don’t think he is, neither is her.” nodded Joe at Y/N.

    “Everyone, just settle down.” Draco finally spoke, placing an arm around Y/N. “This is Y/N Potter, she’s my … well, I don’t really know what to call her but I’m going to say that she’s my girlfriend, anyway.” he glanced at the girl beside him. “And, we’re not vampires — we’re wizards.”

    Y/N leaned onto him. “He’s also not Julian Albert, he’s Draco Malfoy.”

    “Draco Malfoy?” Caitlin repeated.

    “Yes, Caitlin.”

    “But why did you lie to us?” asked Cisco.

    Draco took a deep breath, “Well, quite frankly, it is stated in the law that Muggles, people with no magic, are not supposed to know the existence of our kind. Not that it mattered anymore for me. I’ve been hiding from who I really was ever since I ran away.”

      Barry, who had taken his mask off, crossed his arms. “Why exactly did you run away?”

      “Yes, Draco, please enlighten us.” added Y/N sarcastically.

      Draco sent her a look. “My parents … they admittedly weren’t the best.” he began. “After the war — which is another story for another time — I didn’t want to be with them and relive the bad things that has happened. So, I thought that if I left, it would be easier. It was, for the meanwhile, at least.”

      Y/N frowned at what he said, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

      “Because I didn’t want you to get involved, Y/N. I’m sure you were better off without me. You were with your brother —”

     "It wasn’t your decision to make.“ she insisted.

      "Wait,” Barry cut in again, “basically, you were pretending to be a … Muggle because you were hiding?”

      Draco nodded. “That’s about right, Allen.”

     All of them were bewildered for the hundredth time that evening, not entirely believing what Draco was telling them. Though judging from his expression, he was sincere and was speaking of the truth, not to mention Y/N who was the living proof that he was indeed not lying.

      Draco, on the other hand, turned back to his first love. He looked through her eyes and realized yet again how much he missed her, how much he longed for this moment to come. Y/N knew this too, and nothing could ever beat the euphoria she was feeling at that exact moment. She was finally with him, she was finally with Draco.

     He caressed her cheek, “You Hufflepuffs and your ability to find things.” he humored and Y/N smiled.

     "Don’t leave me again.“ she whispered.

     "I won’t.” Draco pressed his lips against her forehead. “Never again.” he assured before kissing her properly — more passionate, more longingly, and bluntly more intense than those they have shared before.

     When they pulled away, Y/N sighed and glanced at Team Flash. “Draco, you do know that I have to erase their memories after we leave.” she pursed her lips. “You are leaving with me, right?”

     "Of course, I am.“ he answered quickly. "Though, can we stay with them for a little while? They’ve grown on me and I don’t want to leave them when I know there’s still a lot of things going on.”

    Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Is this true? Draco Malfoy actually liking Muggles?”

    He chuckled, “Believe me, I’m having a hard time realizing it as well.” he looked down.

    “Well, if that’s what you want, then okay.” she squeezed his hand. “But after that …”

     Draco nodded. “I know.”

     Y/N smiled, reaching out and touching his cheek. “In that case, I’m going to pay a quick visit to the Ministry. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a … flash.” she suddenly chuckled, in which Draco rolled his eyes.

     "Always with the jokes, Potter.“

     "I know you missed it, Malfoy.” she raised her wand again.

     He snorted. “Don’t take too long.”

     "I won’t.“ Y/N smiled.

     And with a spell escaping her lips, she vanished. But Draco didn’t feel uneasy anymore due to her disappearance, because he knew that even if he abruptly runs away again, she’ll always know where to find him and they’ll always find each other somehow.

Like. Guys.

I’m so anti communism you probably have no idea.

i hate communism.

i hate that communists hide under thier ‘this wasn’t real communism!!1!1′ unbrella when they get rightfully called out on all the crimes communism has commited over time and over globe. i hate that those fuckers don’t own to their crimes.

and i hate the flock of young usa/western world commies who in their hatered to capitalism and with their ‘america is bad’ mentality somehow decided that since usa’s been telling ussr was bad then it must’ve been a lie, clearly communism is a great idea!!11!1!

except at the same time those people ignore voices of eastern europeans, of us who have suffered under ussr and in the name of The Communism. they keep ignoring our stories and memorial days and data and info and go ‘well if things were done correctly’. well they weren’t. you have multiple instances of where your communism failed and turned into tyranic genocidal totalitarian regime. 

if you want all to preach how great communism is, then look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t care for the fact that there is not a single ukrainian whose family member hadn’t died in Holodomor. go on, do that. i won’t even go into anything less. just this one. 

in short. from the bottom of my heart, communist community on tumblr, fuck you.

so when i see your posts with pink glitter pro-comminism banners, i honestly want to punch you in the face. 

It’s time to get out of the “study now; practice later” mindset.

You heard me. 

New witches, old witches, listen up. It’s time to start practicing. Afraid of messing up? Mistakes are your biggest tool for learning. Study only works when paired with practice. Ignore those people that tell you to steer clear of spells until you’ve read this list of books and articles. That’s how you fall into the dreaded role of armchair occultism. 

You’re gonna mess up, you’re gonna get hurt, but that’s life. By all means, be careful and know what you’re getting yourself into, but there has to be a point where you put down that book and start practicing. 

You can read countless books on how to ride a bike and how they work, but when push comes to shove, if you’ve never been on a bike before, you’re not gonna be able to ride it. So get out there and ride that magical bike.

Anonymous Hate - Bruce Wayne x Reader

So, lately, a lot of writing blogs I LOVE (though I probably don’t say it enough) received anonymous hate…It inspired me to write this piece. I hope you’ll like it, and if I receive anonymous hate for it, oh man, I’m so ready for this…Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy (forgive me if it’s not great, I slept only 4 hours in those last three days, and drunk too much coffee) : 

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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Bruce Wayne’s heart is threatening to beat out of his chest, and he isn’t sure of what he’s feeling right now. 

Anger ? Worries ? Confusion ? 

Does he feel stun ? Or Furious ? 

Sad or scared ? 

Anxious or enraged ? 

He doesn’t know. 

And if there’s one thing Bruce Wayne hates, is to lose control over his own emotions. But he just couldn’t help it. 

He was used to it with you, and only with you did he not mind. 

When it was about you, he just couldn’t have any control of what he felt, and that was alright…Though it was always positive feelings. 

Love. Awe. Adoration. A strong friendship. Passion. Devotion. Respect. Affection. Tenderness. Yearning. Fondness. Adulation…

He was of course always worried about you because 1. since you became a Wayne you also became a target for people who’d want something from him or his company, or for those who wanted a huge ransom and 2. because he’s as much the Batman than Bruce, and if one day his secret identity was to be discovered by any of his enemies, your life would be in a life threatening danger…Well, more that it was already. 

This thought was already almost too much to bear (he broke it off with you in the first few months of your relationship, scared to lose you…until he realized that he would lose you anyway if he left you, and since you accepted him back with wide arms…). 

So now, faced with…All this. It was too real. It was too close from home. 

Both literally and figuratively. 

Because those “things” (he refused to give it the name he knew it actually had) arrived in your house. At Wayne’s Manor. 

He felt like a pregnant woman, as if his hormones were playing tricks on him, because it wasn’t possible that a single human being could feel all those feelings at once, naturally…Right ? 

And yet. And yet here, in front of your desk, reading all those terrible things…

-Bruce ? Are you there ?

Your voice makes him jump, and, startled, he whips around and is faced with you and all your Glory…Oh because you’re nothing but glorious, as the light of the sun going down hits you just right and makes you look like a goddess. 

His Goddess. And oh Bruce is glad that you cannot read minds, because if you could, you would mock him and his cheesiness right now. 

-Oh hey, here you are my heart. Say, for tonight, I was thinking…What is that ? Hey are you alright my Broosh ? 

You approach him, worried because he’s just so pale and he seems almost lost, as his eyes follow you as if it was just an automatic reaction. It’s only when you reach for his face, and stroke his cheek with soft fingers that he finally snap out of his strange haze. He leans in your touch, and, without saying anything, shows you what’s in his hand. 

You look down and…

-Oh. That. I knew I should have burn everything…But I always forget. I receive them with the rest of the fan mail and I just shove it in there promising myself to destroy it, in case you’d find them, and then…I forget, or get too busy with something and then forget. 

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