independent place

Little mix as their albums

Jade is DNA, fun, fresh, young, cute, proving yourself, hard work paying off, good mother daughter relationship

Jesy is salute, fierce, bold, girl power, telling boys off, knowing that you deserve better

Leigh Anne is get weird, loud, eclectic, weird, colorful, friendship, party animal

Perrie is glory days, rock n roll, gloing up after a break up, putting men in their place, independence 


Malbork Castle, Poland 


what really struck me about this place were the pictures of its desolation as a result of WWII. over half of the castle was destroyed, and then completely rebuilt, brick by brick, and finished in April this year. i saw this kind of thing in medellin too, where the city had deliberately targeted the most dangerous and impoverished neighbourhoods, and created sculpture parks as a symbol of hope and progress. v inspiring

The worst thing I’ve seen about this election, in the last couple days, has not been the winning candidate.  Rather, it’s the way that friends and family have turned against one another.  It breaks my heart.  And it makes me, actually, afraid to share my political opinions (though I’m typically adverse to such discussions, regardless).  I’ve seen Democrats and Republicans attacked with the most hateful and disgusting language.  I’ve heard people shout such filth as “Lynch Obama” (it was during Trump’s acceptance speech and it was appalling).  

I’ve seen Republicans/Conservatives, as an entire group, referred to as “hateful, racist, sexist, homophobic, bigots” so many times that it’s become a mantra of attack.  I didn’t vote for Trump but I AM a Conservative and I’ve always voted Republican.  I cannot, likely, change your mind if you think that’s all it takes to make me the list of awful things above (even though, if you know me at all, I’m NONE of those things).  

I have also seen Democrats/liberals being threatened by radical nutjobs to the point they are terrified and in fear for their lives right now.  NOBODY should be made to feel that way, ever - and certainly not from the result of an election.  I was extremely upset both times Obama was elected into office, but I never feared for my life because of it.  

Right now, the hatred and accusations on both sides needs to STOP.  Literally, right now.  If you see an actual example of the hatred being acted out, by all means, confront that person for it.  But you cannot label millions of people with reheated rhetoric because you disagree with them.  It’s a bullying tactic and has no place in this society.  I disagree with a lot of people but I don’t hate them for making different choices than I.  The entire point of democracy is to have a choice.  And, frankly, I’d find it far more frightening to live in a society that didn’t have different opinions and perspectives.

I forgive any and all words that have been said in the heat of the moment.  I don’t hold emotional reactions against anyone because I know they aren’t meant to be personal.  But that is the problem with attacking people as a group.  Inevitably, you end up attacking those you actually care about.       


I’ve decided to make Springerle into a part of a series which uses the HanniHolidays prompts to develop Will and Hannibal’s relationship. This fic could be read independently, though.

This takes place immediately after season 3 and is written for the prompt Eskimo Kiss.

[Also on AO3]

There had been a time when Will had imagined that seeing Hannibal laid low by pain or illness would bring him some pleasure. Suffering would bequeath him with an air of humanity; would help to further equalize them. A reminder that even Hannibal Lecter could be brought down by the mundane aches and pains all mortals shared.

To see it before his own eyes made Will’s gut twist.

Hannibal never complained, but the pain of the bullet wound in his side was excruciating. Will could see it in the fine lines of his face; the way Hannibal’s frown deepened and his eyes squeezed shut every time he moved. It made getting around almost impossible without help.

Every morning, Will helped lift him out of bed and shuffle him to the sofa. In the evenings Will lowered him back to the mattress.

Were it any other situation the embrace would have been intimate; Hannibal’s arms wrapped around Will’s shoulders and his face pressed against the curve of Will’s throat. But there was no room for intimacy in the sickbed, not when the role of caretaker left Will feeling helpless himself.

With a sigh, he settled into bed next to Hannibal and pulled the blankets up.

They could have rode off into a beautiful future. Instead they had limped to an isolated house in the hills of Quebec where they remained, licking their respective wounds.

He watched Hannibal’s chest rise and fall from his side of the bed. There was an invisible line of demarcation down the center of the mattress which Will had never crossed. As much as he ached for the warmth of Hannibal’s side, his worry over the wound had always kept him at bay.

Will reached out into the dark and ran the backs of his fingers over Hannibal’s shoulder. “Hannibal?”

“Yes, Will?” Hannibal murmured, voice thick with sleep.

“I’m sorry.”

Hannibal’s eyes fluttered open as he turned his head to peer at Will. “Whatever for? You’re taking wonderful care of me. I’ve never had such a compassionate nurse.”

Will snorted. “You’re only saying that because you’re high as a kite.”

“I’ve never had a high tolerance for opioids,” Hannibal admitted with the kind of soft, easy grin Will had never seen him wear while lucid. “Tell me what you’re apologizing for.”

“For throwing away every opportunity to walk away with you. For this,” Will said, gesturing vaguely at the bedroom. “This isn’t how it was supposed to be.”

With a hand braced on Will’s shoulder for support, Hannibal rolled himself onto his good side so he could face Will. When he winced at the ache in his side, Will winced with him.

“How was it supposed to be?” Hannibal asked.

The beaches of Cuba. The cherry blossoms of Kyoto. Walking hand in hand down the cobblestone streets of Venice. Will had spent the past year imagining all number of lives for them, but none of them had included Hannibal gasping whenever he got to his feet.

“Well, for one, nothing I imagined had me sewing you up in a dirty hotel bathtub,” Will began.

Hannibal chuckled. “You said you wished to change me, and you did. Quite drastically.”

“Maybe more drastically than I’d intended.”

Hannibal reached out in the dark, threading his fingers through Will’s hair. With a gentle tug he pulled Will closer on the pillows, so much so that they had no choice but to share breathing space; their foreheads nearly touching. Will inhaled deeply. His lungs filled with the soft, warm scent of Hannibal.

“You more than anyone must know that empathy is a dangerous tool,” Hannibal said. “It allows us to share one another’s pain so keenly.”

“Your pain doesn’t hurt me. It makes me feel helpless.”

Hannibal licked his lips. Will’s eyes tracked the motion, like a hawk tracks a hare.

“When we embark on a new relationship we take on many roles. Friend, confidant, caretaker. Some of them we are not entirely comfortable with, but none of them are permanent,” Hannibal said softly. “Each ebb and flow, just as our needs do.”

Will nodded.

“My body will heal and we’ll leave this place,” Hannibal said. “We’ll go wherever you like, wherever you imagined.”

“Anywhere is an awfully generous offer.”

Hannibal shrugged. “I think I could be happy anywhere so long as you were there by my side.”

“Is that you talking or the drugs?” Will asked, voice unsteady.

Hannibal’s thumb stroked across his cheek, dangerously reminiscent of that evening in the kitchen so long ago. He smiled.

“A bit of both, perhaps. If you were ever considering taking advantage of me, now would seem an opportune time.”

It was meant to be a joke. The atmosphere was too tense for Will to laugh.

Will leaned in, letting the tip of his nose brush against Hannibal’s; the very faintest eskimo kiss. He felt Hannibal inhale sharply. It would be so easy to close the gap, to let their lips touch there in the dark. He could curl into Hannibal’s arms while Hannibal was still so pliant, limbs loose with drowsiness and medication. And yet-

“I don’t want to take advantage of you,” Will whispered. “I want all of you, fully present. Aware.”

Hannibal swallowed hard. “Then that’s what you shall have.”

Will trembled as he forced himself to pull away. Pushing himself up onto his elbow he brushed his lips across Hannibal’s cheek. He could allow himself that much in this moment. He had to allow himself, or else he’d be unable to sleep.

There was room for intimacy, Will thought as he settled back among the pillows, so long as it was between the two of them, wherever they may be.


Košice, Slovakia 12.09.16

i had a surprisingly good week in košice. it was kinda intended as a buffer week between the mountains and meeting my friend zita in budapest. i worried that there wouldn’t be much to do because of the relatively small old town, and admittedly i had to do a LOT of research and digging, but i found some really cool places. i also used the extra spare time ive had to apply to a ton of internships to places that are and aren’t looking for interns lol. it was mentally exhausting but im glad ive done it :)

im in budapest now! i already love it here
l8r allig8rs xx

On 3rd of January 1920, the armistice between Republic of Estonia and Soviet Russia came into effect after 402 days of war. Estonia lost 6000 people in the Independence War, 4000 of them in battles.

At 10.30 church bells across entire Estonia will ring as all radio stations will have a minute of radio silence to commemorate the armistice. Wreaths will be placed on Independence War monuments all over Estonia.

anonymous asked:

Is there more fics as derek an writer? ☺️

Hey :)

Sure! Here are a few more with some added sappy poetry :p 

 Also, the other writer recs are here

Queer Your Coffee by  alisvolatpropiis | 3K

Derek’s just over the city line when he sees a sign for an independent drive-thru place, Full Spectrum Brew. There are three cars in line when he turns in, which annoys him but gives him hope. Not that he really trusts the people of Beacon Hills to have much taste when it comes to coffee (god, he is a snob), but the shop’s popularity does seem to bode well. The line of cars moves way more slowly than he’d like, each customer in front of him seeming to take way too long to order, and then lingering when they get their coffee. He’s irritable from lack of sleep and an even more detrimental lack of caffeine, anxious to get out of the car. Finally it’s his turn and he slowly rolls up to the window, turning the radio down.

For a second, he thinks he must have fallen asleep while he was waiting, because what he sees when he looks in the window surely must be a dream.

Stunning brown eyes like glowing honey and sweet little nose, slightly upturned; a shapely pink mouth, bottom-lip pierced by a thin black hoop that he’s worrying with the tip of his tongue as he smiles a gorgeous hello.

He’s the most beautiful man Derek’s ever seen.

And he’s shirtless.

dear asshole by  stilinski | 1.8K

Dear Asshole,’ the letter begins - a strong start, Derek muses idly, while his eyebrows climb toward his hairline. The letter goes on to list his many failings as a multi-bestselling author.

how this one ends. by  standinginanicedress | 49.3K

“And Stiles,” he’s addressed directly for the first time since this whole thing started, and when all eyes land on him this time, he just squeezes Derek’s hand and squares his shoulders. He can act like this doesn’t bother him. Derek can do it, and Derek’s here. He’ll be okay. “…how does it feel to know that millions upon millions of people are going to read intimate, private details about your life with Derek?”

“It doesn’t bother me,” Stiles says with a shrug, going for nonchalant and feeling like he’s doing it pretty well. “I knew what I was getting into. Besides – everyone wants Derek Hale to write about them, right?”

HMMARCW by  elumish | 6.2K

“My student thinks that all werewolves have to turn on the full moon. That we debunked seventy-five years ago. What the hell is he doing, living with his head in a bucket of bees?”

It looks like werewolf-dude’s mouth twitches. “It’s probably difficult to write an essay with your head in a bucket of bees.”

The Scheming Rhymes of Romance by  sofonisba_found | 23.9K

A story in which Derek writes copious amounts of poetry, Stiles is very appreciative of said poetry as well as Derek’s smile, and all of their friends are oddly and extremely invested in seeing these two get their act together.

Kingdom By The Sea by  TheCriminal | 4K

**This fic because I love, love, love cheesy, fluffy fics. And also….

I was a child and he was a child,

 In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

 I and my Stiles Stilinski—

Proper Research Methods by  mmmdraco | 3.7K

Derek writes erotica for a living; books full of manly men doing incredibly adventurous things that include utilizing their bodies for business and pleasure. When he meets Stiles, a part of him wants one of his books to come to life. Well, except for that whole bit about how he’s the only one who’s ever touched his dick and Stiles comes on strong enough that he seems like he might have, well, expectations.

I guess I needed a break. It was time for a break. I guess I found myself so unhappy, that I was projecting it. I decided to make use of my time off, and do what makes me happy, travel. I bought a ticket yesterday morning. I am flying to Las Vegas. I have no desire to stay there, I am continuing my journey alone to Arizona. I will make my way to the Grand Canyon, on to a few other parks, then Utah, to visit Zion and a few others. I really needed this trip. I had hopes to share it with someone, but I think I’m better off alone for this journey. I’ll keep you all updated via social media.
Sometimes a nice trip alone is good for the soul.

Did I mention I got my flight confirmation yesterday? I am officially going to be in Europe for essentially all of July, and due a minor miscommunication error between several people in the choir and the company, I now have two free weeks of independent exploration instead of one and I CAN’T DECIDE WHAT I WANNA DO ^.^




It probably would’ve been easier and lowkey if i got a job at some smaller independent place but it wouldn’t have been as busy as i wanted

i like doing it but i just wish these tasks were a little more… challenging?

i swear if i have to go through another hand-holding OS installation i’m gonna exit the atmosphere

and i don’t worry about getting into much trouble, its not like they’d fire me. they wouldn’t! they cant. i’m clearly the best one here.

but… they don’t let me interact with the customers anymore

Ghosts of the Past

@themisadventuresofpari || Closed || aka pari goes to ghost town™

     Despite the overall glowing and positive reviews for this pizza place, Freddy’s Family Pizzeria had some rather… dark… rumors attached to it. The former chain that this restaurant was once a part of? Suffered horrible closures at nearly all of their locations. Some locations saw murders, others saw fire. The original company went under years ago, leaving just a duo of business owners to actually run the place independently.

     Even through the hardships, this place stood. Though it was now the only remaining Freddy’s, it stood. Still, whisperings could be heard. People said it was haunted by vengeful ghosts, those of the children murdered so long ago.

     It was late at night when Pari met the guard. He was a tall man with long, dark hair and bright blue eyes. He waved in greeting as she approached. “Hey! You’re Pari, right? Bossman told me to expect you. Night shift, right? My name’s Mike. Mike for short. Did you have any questions for me before I get started training you?”

        “i hope you weren’t expecting for me to stay.” she’s still breathless, skin sticky from sweat as she pulled on her clothes. all she wanted was a night of fun, and now that she had it – she was going to go home. “i just needed a little fun. i’m not looking for something serious or with meaning. this is what we do – we meet up and we hook up. that’s it.” she turned around, dressed only in her jeans and bra, releasing a long sigh. “i like just hooking up with you. let’s not… complicate things. i don’t do complication.”

One thing I’ve learned in my life so far is that you have to learn how to be independent. Eating, shopping, going places alone is okay and completely relaxing. You cannot always rely on your friends or any other people, because in the end all you have is yourself and you have to learn to be okay with that
—  My own thoughts

a woman’s value is not in whether she can handle stuff.  she’s not only worthwhile if she doesn’t need rescuing.  destroy the idea that women shouldn’t be able to accept help when they need it and destroy the idea that women have to do it alone


Krakowski Festiwal Komiksowy was really great and so much fun! So many great authors and also so many awesome people involved in independent comics in one place! It was super cool. And here’s a video of meeting with me (only in Polish, sorry). 

I’ll be back in my own place in just two days and I am excited for the following reasons (despite the expenses):

  • financial independence
  • a whole place all to myself
  • good views
  • downtown life
  • there’s a pool
  • a nice and small gym
  • my car will be parked inside (no clearing snow or puddles or wrestling with extension cords)
  • I will be 5 min from my boyfriend
  • I will be 5 min from good running paths
  • proximity to many free things including libraries, parks, events, monuments, etc
  • so much closer to all my friends
  • same distance to barn
  • my own style will prevail once more
  • eating and cooking my way
  • less food temptations 
  • I will not be living in a refrigerator anymore (my parents’ prefer to live in a very cold house)
  • better internet
  • my boyfriend can come to my place
  • my friends can come to my place
  • I’m getting a terrarium!!! 
  • just me and my cat
  • I’m living in a high rise??? 
  • shorter commute to/from work (praise)
  • I can light candles without someone freaking out at me