it must have been on purpose

anonymous asked:

Been saying this a lot. So since Lance is Keith's Stability,then that means Keith Lance's Reassurance, his go to guy when he's feeling down.

I definitely think Lance is Keith’s stability. I am not sure if Keith is Lance’s go to guy when he is feeling down though. I think for the most part Lance puts on a brave face and stuffs his feelings down.  I am not sure he is really sharing them with anyone, which is why the bedroom scene was so interesting to me. The “math” must have really been bothering him, as Keith said.

What I do think Keith provides for Lance is purpose. (I am not sure if that is quite the word I am looking for but close enough) In Season 3 Keith grows to value Lance’s skill-sets and opinions. They work well as a team. Lance maybe the team “goof-ball”, but for the most part, with the exception of The Hunted, Keith takes Lance’s suggestions seriously. His thoughts are important to Keith. You can see this, even as early as S1 when they are not squabbling. 

Though they squabble, they bring out the best in each other. 

I think in S5, we are going to see Shiro continue to dismiss Lance’s suggestions, like he did in S4.6 and Lance is going to grow more and more frustrated. A series of events are going to lead Keith back to the Black Lion and Lance is going to realize how much more valued he feels as Keith’s right hand man as opposed to Shiro’s. 

And as a fellow Leo, there is nothing we like more than to feel adored or valued. 

anonymous asked:

tell another story

When I was seven years old, my Grandmother’s ladle went missing.

This was her favorite ladle. This was her only ladle. She had a very bizarre attachment to this ladle. She became convinced it had been stolen

Suddenly, she trusted no one in the family. Accusations were thrown left and right. Fissures were ripping the family apart as everyone claimed innocence and my Grandmother only grew angrier. Everyone had unbelievably bad alibis. No one could be trusted in the Dark Times ruled over by the ladle thief. 

She couldn’t just buy a new ladle, no, it was the principal of the thing- this was her Prized Ladle, and some heathen who dared share her blood had betrayed her and stolen it. The family was in complete turmoil- no one could hold a conversation for longer than five minutes without begging for the return of the ladle. Grandmom stopped making family dinners. No one was safe, no one escaped without feeling the weight of this crushing catastrophe.

And then, one day, upon opening a bag of flour, my Grandmother learned the horrible truth.

Her ladle…had just simply fallen into the bag without her noticing. 

You would think this is where the story ends.

You see, Grandmother simply couldn’t be in the wrong here. She, upon letting everyone back into her life again, declared this was all Bonnie’s fault. Cousin Bonnie had been using her kitchen for something around the time of The Incident and must have knocked the ladle in, on accident or on purpose was anyone’s guess, and left it there for the bag to be sealed up without anyone checking. 

The family was incredulous! After all the drama, the woman can’t even admit her on wrongdoing? We could not just stand for this. This was injustice. The eldest of Grandmother’s children started to formulate a plan amongst themselves. 

For context, there are Nine Children, and at the time of this event, perhaps…Twenty Grand and Great Grandchildren, all of varying ages. All were eventually brought into play within the plot. 

On Christmas, at the large, loud, entertaining family party, my Grandmother never stood a chance of noticing her daughter Megan sliding into the kitchen. 

She never noticed the shinning, silver gleam of a ladle clutched in her hand, as she handed it off to Bonnie. 

She never noticed Bonnie slipping it into her bag, and never questioned why Bonnie was leaving the party so early. 

The plan was in motion. 

It took dear Grandmother far too long to notice the ladle had once again gone missing. By the time she turned up at Bonnie’s doorstep demanding answers, the ladle was well on it’s way to Japan. 

Grandmother wasn’t told this, however; Just told that maybe she should keep a better eye on her possessions. 

Before the ladle got to Japan, there was a brief stop at Bonnie’s brother’s home in Hawaii, and he gave the ladle a tour of the beautiful islands, taking pictures all the while. Then, he had to deploy with the army in Japan, and the ladle went with him for some time. She saw the gorgeous sites and also learned the ways of a soldier. 

The ladle grew weary of this life, and was mailed off to another relative. 

Every day, my Grandmother would wax poetic about betrayal and her missing ladle. Every day, the ladle experience a new event, city, state, or country. 

While smiling, peace keeping family members would come over to help my grandmother search her possessions for her missing ladle, the ladle itself was on the trip of a lifetime. 

Sports games, box seats, tourist sites- this ladle and our family knew no bounds. One uncle bought a bunch of those can holders that look like shirts, so the ladle could keep modest on her adventures. Celebrities held her in their hands. She touched foreign sands. She found herself, her life and ladle-ality on this trip. The family literally sent this utensil on an Eat, Pray, Love journey just to be petty.

My mother and I received the ladle in the winter months, near the end of her journey. We took her to New York City with us, she saw the Rockettes, toured NBC, and sat with me at David Letterman’s desk. 

Everyone, for all of the ladle’s journeys, took pictures.

We reach Christmas, a full year after the ladle escaped my Grandmother’s dramatic clutches. Grandmom finds herself surprised when she’s pulled into the living room and presented a large scrapbook and a large santa-sack that appears filled to the brim. 

She opens the scrapbook and gasps, now face-to-face with what has been going on all year. The book was titled ‘The Adventures of Mabel the Ladle’. The first page proclaims that Mabel escaped because she had been lonely, and every picture in there conveys every single one of her fantastical adventures with the entire extended family.

Grandmother opened the santa-sack to discover everyone had bought her ladle’s that year for Christmas- metal ladles, fancy ladles, themed ladles, every ladle you could ever imagine. 

Mabel the Ladle was never lonely again.

My grandmother never lacked in kitchen ware again.

All Was Well. 

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◆ —— LILO & STITCH QUOTES STARTER PROMPTS.

  • ’ Why are you all wet? ‘ 
  • ’ Aloha! ’
  • ’ You’re vile. You’re foul. You’re flawed. ' 
  • ’ Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. ’
  • ’ If you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you, though. ’
  • ’ I remember everyone that leaves. ’
  • ’ You! You’re the cause of all this. ’
  • ’ This is my family. I found it all on my own. Is little, and broken, but still good. Ya. Still good. ’
  • ’ Oh, good! My dog found the chainsaw. ’
  • ’ No more caffeine for you. ’
  • ’ Did you lose your job because of me? ' 
  • ’ The managers a vampire. He wanted me to join his legion of the undead. ’
  • ’ Trust me, this isn’t gonna end well. ’
  • ’ I’m sorry I bit you. And pulled your hair. And punched you in the face. ’
  • ’ GIve us a sign you understand any of this. ’
  • ’ Show us that there is something inside you that is good. ’
  • ’ I didn’t teach him that. ’
  • ’ Come on, what’s the big deal? ’
  • ’ Leave my mother out of this. ’
  • ’ You are such a pain. ’
  • ’ Then why don’t you sell me and buy me a rabbit instead? ’
  • ’ I hate it when you use Ohana against me. ’
  • ’ I’m lost. ’
  • ’ Don’t interact with her. ’
  • ’ Oh, we can’t do that. Uh-uh. That would be a misuse of resources. ’
  • ’ Why do you act so weird? ’
  • ’ You look familiar. ’
  • ’ We’re a broken family, aren’t we? ’
  • ’ I shouldn’t have yelled at you. ’
  • ’ You are built to destroy. You can never belong. ’
  • ’ We need something that can defend itself. Something that won’t die. ’
  • ’ I hear you cry at night. ’
  • ’ Do you dream about them? ’
  • ’ You came back. ’
  • ’ Nobody gets left behind. ’
  • ’ I need someone to be my friend. Someone who won’t run away. ' 
  • ’ His destructive programming is taking effect. ’
  • ’ Did you ever kill anyone? ’
  • ’ Are you.. happy? ’
  • ’ I am the one they call when things go wrong and things have, indeed, gone wrong. ’
  • ’ Our family’s little now, and we don’t have many toys. ’
  • ‘ If you want, you could be a part of our family. ’
  • ’ We’d raise you to be good. ’
  • ’ She likes your butt and fancy hair. ’
  • ’ I read her diary. ’
  • ’ Not guilty! My experiments are only theoretical, and completely within legal boundaries. ’
  • ’ He was designed to be a monster, but now he has nothing to destroy. ’
  • ’ I never gave him a greater purpose. ’
  • ’ What must it be like to have nothing, not even memories to look back on in the middle of the night? ’
  • ’ If you promise not to fight anymore, I promise not to yell at you, except on special occasions. ’
  • ’ Stupid head. ’
  • ’ Did you catch fire again? ’
  • ’ This is your badness level. It’s unusually high for someone your size. We have to fix that. ’
  • ’ Don’t leave me, okay? ’
  • ’ Do you want to be taken away? ’
  • ’ You’re just jealous 'cause I’m pretty! ’
  • ’ My friends need to be punished. ’
  • ’ Heard you lost your job. ’
  • ’ Thus far you have been adrift in the sheltered harbor of my patience. ' 
  • ‘ After all you’ve put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? ’
  • ’ He’s very persuasive. ' 
  • ’ I know you had something to do with this. ’
  • ’ Oh, good! I was hoping to add theft, endangerment and insanity to my list of things I did today. ’
  • ’ I prefer to be called evil genius. ’
  • ’ You smell like a lawn mower. ’
  • ’ I have just determined the situation to be far too hazardous! ’
  • ’ Don’t worry. I won’t hit her. ’
  • ’ This is low even for you! ’
  • ’ You are all mine. ’
  • ’ You know I have no choice. ’
  • ‘  Please don’t do this. ’
  • ’ You’re making this harder than it needs to be. ’
  • ’ She needs me. ’
  • ’ Leave me alone to die. ’
  • ’ What is that monstrosity? ’
  • ’ Does this look infected to you? ’
  • ’ You’d better not have rabies. ’
  • ’ Hiding behind your little friend won’t work anymore. ’
  • ’ Didn’t I tell you? We got fired this morning. ’
  • ’ That is the ugliest thing I have ever saw! ’
  • ’ It has no place among us. ’
Sweet-Talker

Or, How Bucky Won Over The Hammer Of Thor.

(Here on AO3) 

Thor enjoyed the pleasant fragrances of Midgardian soaps. The one in the common-floor bathroom was labelled “Lavender Daydream” and was tinted a mild purple. It had a gentle floral scent with a slightly acrid undertone, and Thor wondered absently if Midgard had an actual plant named lavender, or if it was like blue-flavored drinks, with no non-artificial analogue. With Midgard, there was no way to tell. Regardless, it was a pleasing scent, and Thor would enjoy the soothing scent and gentle moisturizing properties of the liquid. 

Midgard was such a fascinating world. 

Thor toweled his hands dry and stepped out of the bathroom, intending to head towards the kitchen. Bruce had left some curry in the fridge, and Thor wanted to test his mettle against his perennial foe, the spicy pepper. 

He took one imperious stride into the common room and tripped. He caught himself on lavender-scented palms, just shy of sprawling flat on his face on the carpet. 

Sitting innocently in the middle of the hallway was Mjolnir. 

Strange. He was sure he’d left his hammer on the sofa. 


kingofmemes posted:

common room rules state that anything unlabeled is fair for anyone to use. shoulda put a sticky note on your mythological weapon of unimaginable power before you left it on my seat buddy

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But like - here’s the thing, really.

In a world where you can bring people back from the dead, but it doesn’t always work and it’s very difficult to do so, that’s a pretty big question. Why do some people come back but not others?

Last night, Percy stopped to consider that he’s died twice and been brought back to life both times, to his mind because people still needed him. Vex still needed him, Keyleth still needed him (and she said as much while resurrecting him), Vox Machina needed him to help save the world, Cassandra needed him, Whitestone needed him, so okay, he came back for a reason.

So now Percy is forced to consider that when people die and stay dead, it must be because they served no further purpose. They didn’t have a greater fate ahead of them.

Percy’s entire family, save Cassandra, is dead and so far as he knows, they cannot be brought back. In game and meta terms, he’s right. It’d be ridiculous to drop a dozenish expensive diamonds on bringing back all the dead de Rolos and Matt would almost certainly rule that their spirits had passed on and they could not be revived (the same as Tiberius could not be).

But within the story, that means that Percy has to realize that he is alive and his family isn’t because his family wasn’t important enough in the grand scheme of things. Percy had a fate to fulfill and the rest of his family didn’t. Scanlan, a tiny asshole of a gnome who writes dirty songs and has slept with enough women to fill a dozen brothels, Scanlan they could bring back, but not Percy’s siblings. Not Percy’s parents.

Percy’s not allowed to die yet, he has to go on living because others need him. But apparently Johanna and Frederick weren’t needed. Julius and Vesper weren’t needed. Oliver and Whitney and Ludwig weren’t needed.

Just him. He was needed.

It’s not fair.

The Exacting Art of Wand Making


“The magical rod is the verendum of the magus; it must not even be mentioned in any clear and precise manner; no one should boast of its possession, nor should its consecration ever be transmitted except under the conditions of absolute discretion and confidence.” - Eliphas Levi, “Dogme et Rituel de la Haute Magie” (1856)


It is a matter of fact that properly making a wand is a pain in the ass. It is a rather long process, with lots of detailed steps, none of which can be skipped. It takes more than a month of near daily work, invariably leads to both accidental and purposeful blood spill, not to mention all the mess.

Having lived in London for over a decade I can assure you that there is no Ollivanders in which to purchase a finished wand. And while many many sticks that have been nicely polished, often having had some baubles attached to them, are for sale from a variety of vendors they are not in any practical way a wand.

A wand must be cut by the practitioner themselves directly from the tree, must be worked to shape by the practitioner’s hands, tooled by the practitioner’s blade. It is a very necessary tool in the arsenal of witch and wizard alike, found throughout history in the practice of magic.

On the whole its a bothersome process; messy, meticulous, exacting and often tiresome. But at each point where you would shirk the necessary steps it is only in reminding yourself that the tool you make may save your life that you push on, doing every little bit that is needed to make it as strong as possible. Because like a parachute your life may hang in the balance of your wand having been made in an exacting process that I would personally never trust to something I bought online or in a shop.

The length of the wand varies from culture to culture and use to use. I myself prefer a length that is the distance from one’s nose when looking straight ahead to the tip of one’s fingers. Approximately three feet long (four spans) though tailored exactly to the body of its owner. The perfect length for tracing a circle on the ground without bending over.

It so happens that I had long held off on making myself a second hazel wand, my first being in storage in the US and something I had used for decades - though not seen in years. In its stead I have been using a very nice rowan wand I constructed about a year after I arrived in London, which works for most situations and is particularly adept at landscape magics. But then there are some things for which only a hazel wand will do the job properly.

Unfortunately my original hazel, cut from a deep and old wood in the states when I was a young man, has gone missing. Its whereabouts are a mystery, though where it should have been among my library storage materials it was not. Thus I have been slowly getting around to replacing it, and some near future work that needs doing has required my starting in order to finish before the vernal equinox.

So while the blackbird sang me a song of predawn delight I cut the hazel and have begun the process. As it dries I will gather the bits I need, offerings and ointments for its preparation, and by the first day of spring it should be ready for a bit of that old black magic.

Reconciled

Originally posted by yoonseok

Paring; Min Yoongi x Reader

✎ Words; 3.4k

✎ Genre; Slight angst, smut, some fluff (Mostly smut) 

Warnings; Cussing, face riding, light bondage, Min Yoongi being called ‘Kitten’ 

✎ Summary; Despite Yoongi promising to be home early on your anniversary, he completely forgets. The two of you end up having an argument and you offer him a way to make it up to you. 

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You and Yoongi have makeup sex, plot twist, he’s the sub (well kinda a sub, for a little anyway)

Request from: @taehyungieshands

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long.

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okay but imagine this. They decide to take Cas’ body back to the bunker, in hopes he will come back and will need his vessel. As they lift him, a sealed envelope slips out of the pocket of his trench coat. 

Dean eyes it, as does Sam.

After they lie Cas down in the back seat of the Impala. Dean goes back to retrieve the envelope and when he picks it up, his eyes widen. His name is written on the front in Cas’ handwriting.

He puts it into his jacket pocket and brushes it off when Sam asks what it is but the whole ride home, he can’t stop thinking about it.

Should I open it?

What did Cas write?

Would be a dick move to read it now that he’s gone?

And for the rest of the night, he stares at that envelope, curious as hell, but also scared out of his mind about what could possibly be on it. What did Cas need to tell him? Maybe it’s just notes about the Nephilim. Maybe it’s just info about Lucifer…

After a few glasses of whiskey, Dean slips his blade across the envelope and peeks inside to see a letter. He carefully pulls it out and opens it up, after swallowing the nervous lump in his throat. His eyes water as he reads the first line.


Dean,

I know you probably have a million questions as to where I am and why I took off again. While I would love to just tell you that I have a plan, I am really just going along with what I imagine to be the right thing.

Before I get into why I am writing you this letter, I need to apologize for stealing the Colt from you. I also feel terrible for going radio silent for all those weeks when I know you needed to talk to me. I can tell you all those excuses again, but in the end, I know you were hurt so for that, I am deeply sorry.

Now, I will tell you everything.

When the Nephilim powered me up, he showed me the future, or at least a possible one if he were to be born. He showed me a world of peace, bliss. No more monsters, no more evil, although there was still a balance, which we can get into later.

Dean, in this vision, I saw you and Sam. You both were happy. Content. You especially had this glow that I don’t think I have ever seen on you.

And what struck me was that I was there too. I was with you. Dean, we were together. As in… together. We were happy. In love. Unafraid of all the things that have been holding us back all these years.

I am smiling now just thinking of it. I know this must be shocking to you and perhaps a little far-fetched but I know what I saw, and if this is possible, then I will fight for that kind of future. For you. For Sam. For us. 

I apologize if this makes you uncomfortable, but I feel that you need to know. It’s time. You know I love you, and I know you feel the same way. Maybe we just need to do something about it, already.

Anyway, the purpose of this letter was to tell you about this wonderful thing I saw, so if it eases your mind just a little, then I have succeeded. Please trust me. That is all I ask right now.

Yours, 

Cas.


And Dean re-reads this letter over and over again until he practically memorizes it and when he finally lets it sink in, all he can do is sit back and smile, trying to imagine this future with Cas. 

Yea, I can do this. There must be a way to get him back. 

Knuckles: Boxer!Ashton (Part 3)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven  | Part Eight

[Following anyone/everyone who leaves some form of thoughtful feedback x]

- Knuckles Playlist


Pulling up.

Coming down x

You take a final look in the vanity mirror, adjusting bits of your done-up hair to reach a balanced mixture of messy yet elegant. There’s a certain strand that’s been having a time taunting you all day, springing from it’s bobbypin every chance it gets, and you decide to just gift it the freedom it’s worked so hard for, removing the clip at the last second and dropping it on the dresser. Black tie events are far from your forté, but you’re trying your best to play the part for Ashton. The last time you wore a dress this long or heels this high had to be your senior prom, and the jitters in your stomach make you feel like you’re getting ready for it all over again: nervous to see your date, paranoid about something going wrong, trying too hard to impress people you don’t know. At least this time you can look forward to alcohol being there.

You grab your phone and a clutch full of necessities before heading out the door, slowly making your way down the steps as you’re reminded how difficult it is to walk in heels. Whose bright idea was it to invent these things? They’ll be kicked off by the end of the night, no doubt. Your feet are already starting to hate you.

At the edge of the sidewalk a tall figure awaits your descent. He’s sporting a classic black and white tuxedo perfectly tailored to accentuate his striking physique, a thin tie hung from the collar rather than a bow. It’s quite a contrast to the athletic shorts and t-shirts you’re used to seeing him in, but you definitely aren’t complaining. The mop of brown curls that usually fall over his eyes have been trimmed and styled for the occasion, and the two week old beard he claimed he was too lazy to shave has disappeared from his chiseled face, cleaning him up significantly. Ashton has always been more of the ruggedly handsome type to you; the kind of person who looks his best straight after rolling out of bed in the morning. However this new side of him, one so sharp and expensive, inflicts serious damage to your will power, and it takes every ounce of your conscious control to not just blow off the event and drag him straight back up to your apartment.

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Mutsuki, Gratuity, and Violence

Mutsuki’s behavior is shocking to say the least. There’s been a lot of speculation made of exactly why his character made the turn it did from introduction to this point. I’m going to attempt to give my own personal interpretation, on putting together an arc for Mutsuki, and what point Ishida intends thematically by bringing out Mutsuki’s violent side the way he did. Note, this meta is almost entirely about violence, so besides spare mentions of torso the sexual aspect of Mutsuki’s character are not going to be explored. I’ll do that in a later post.

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Cold (Yoongi x Reader)

- pt 1 -

words: 3,687

genre: angst

summary: he always had a cold personality and kept you at a distance

a/n: When you get to the 2nd hospital scene, just insert some random guy’s name idk I was too lazy to actually make one up. Btw I’ve never had a concussion and I don’t know much about hospitals yet, despite being a nursing major (pretty sure South Korea is different from America too). Disclaimer just in case I get some stuff incorrect. Let me know if you want a part two!!

Min Yoongi had always acted cold towards you.

The members tried to justify his behavior, that he was cold to everybody and on the inside, he cared for them all deeply. But it never really seemed that way to you.

You were just an outsider, anyway. That’s what he had called you when you had started to hang out with the boys a lot. An outsider. You tried not to think too much about it. All you did was ignore his presence once you realized he didn’t want to be friends with you.

You didn’t talk to him. He didn’t talk to you.

You sat against the fence of the basketball court, watching the members play basketball with one another. You were okay at basketball, but you weren’t amazing like the other boys were at it, so that’s why you were sat off to the side.

Yoongi had sat down as well, tired from playing so much. It was his favorite sport after all, so of course he went all out for it. You glanced over to him, noticing the far distance between the two of you. He was drinking a bottle of water, sweat dripping down the side of his face.

You looked away soon, trying not to get swayed by his attractiveness. You had a crush on him, but you knew that you had no chance by the way he treated you so coldly. Even the members themselves told you that he wasn’t ever going to date anyone. They said something about him not wanting to get intimate or share his emotions with someone else.

It was pretty obvious that he didn’t even like you anyway.

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A message from Kat, (co-) founder of Takemehomefromnarnia and Rainbow Direction

Yesterday morning I woke up to a storm. During the night, our twitter account had liked a tweet that was hateful towards Louis and towards a segment of the fandom, and we were following the account in question.

Deepest apologies

Before I say anything else: I speak for everyone at TMHFN/Rainbow Direction when I say how deeply sorry we are that this happened and that you have been hurt by it. We love all the boys, we welcome all fans whatever they ship, and we condemn all forms of hate.

Some might also need specific reminding that we love Louis. We do. Our blog was named after a twitter incident with homophobia directed at Louis. One of TMHFN’s early actions was speaking up against the homophobic slurs flying around on twitter after Louis joined a football team. On so many occasions we’ve pointed people to the interview in which Louis – when asked whether he appreciated gay and straight fans both – said that “I think it’s great, all fans are fans of our music so it doesn’t really matter what or who they are.” We have supported his music and solo career. And while we’ll never know whether they were in support of Rainbow Direction, we did take notice of Louis’ various rainbow themed T-shirts that he’s worn at important occasions over the years. So we love him, like we love all the boys, and we like to think he loves us, like he loves all his fans.  

What happened

It’s been more than four years since the start of TMHFN and this is not the first time we’ve encountered crisis. From the past we’ve learned not to judge too quickly and to take the time to take things in, find out what really happened, and listen to everyone’s point of view.

For the past couple of days, whenever we were all awake and were able to discuss (we are spread over 4 time zones and 2 continents) we have been talking about what happened and how it could have happened.

Only the five current core team members (Li, Ellis, Tamara, Edwin and I) have access to the social media accounts.  We have an indiscriminate follow-back policy, which is how the tweet showed up on our timeline. Its mention of homophobia was the reason why it attracted attention.

All five of us have known each other a long time, and we trust each other 100% . We are absolutely sure that no one here supports what the tweet said. We are therefore absolutely sure no one here liked the tweet thinking they were on their personal account. We are also absolutely sure no one here liked the tweet from our account on purpose for whatever reason.

Which leaves only two possibilities – a hack, or an accident. Since we consider the former to be a bit unlikely – our only reasonable conclusion is that it must have been a slip of the finger while checking out this tweet on our timeline for its mention of homophobia.

That night, being the only one on the account still awake, Edwin had already come to this conclusion: that it must have been a mistake, likely his since he was the last one on the account. He immediately took full responsibility for the error, apologizing for it, correcting it and offering his resignation. In doing so, he put Rainbow Direction and the principles it stands for above his own interests. And I am sure that every single one of us would have done the same.

What we stand for

That’s because we are all convinced that what we are doing here – trying to create visibility for marginalized young people, trying to create a safe space for all young music fans to be themselves, trying to make this 40 million strong fandom/community more inclusive for the 10% of it that doesn’t identify as straight – is bigger and far more important than any single one of us.

Thank you to everyone who has notified, expressed their anger, shown understanding, supported, been completely honest with us,… We appreciate and understand everyone’s reactions - we are also shocked and saddened that this happened - and will do everything we can to keep TMHFN and RD the positive, safe community that it has been to so many of us.

If what happened last night makes you feel you can no longer support Rainbow Direction, we fully understand that.  You can sign off by simply dropping us an ask/DM.

I ask you with urgency, though, that however you feel about this, please NOT to abandon you rainbows whatever else you do. There are about 4 million LGBTQ+ One Direction fans who need you to make them feel safe here. Remove your name, drop our tags, but please keep the rainbows.

No limits to love

There is one thing I do need to get off my chest. Like everyone else here, I have been taken aback by the speed and harshness with which this error was judged before we were even aware of it, and it’s been shocking to see the way it was blamed on various people who had nothing at all to do with it.

It’s symptomatic of a fandom that seems to be deeply divided into factions ever since the boys started releasing solo albums. As a bisexual polyamorous person I cannot count the times I have had to explain that “loving one person/gender doesn’t mean I’d love the other(s) any less, because there isn’t a limited amount of love”.

I am saying it again about love for music today: it’s perfectly possible to love two (or more) artists at the same time. Even if they are from the same band. And can we please also love each other a little bit more? Treat each other with a little bit more kindness (Harry), always assume best intentions (our own lovely Ellis), and find some mildness, some forgiveness in ourselves.

I have not accepted Edwin’s resignation, and was supported in that decision by the three other colleagues. Movements and organisations are driven by people, and people inevitably make mistakes sometimes. People who own up to their mistakes and learn from them should be valued, because they are the only ones that grow.

This organisation too will try to learn from its mistakes and improve. Edwin is taking a role that doesn’t involve access to the social media accounts. We’ll clarify our Twitter followback policy and simplify our “likes” policy, or abandon likes alltogether, as some of you have suggested. We’re also putting in place a password system that should allow us to correct any mistakes much sooner. As always, we welcome all of your concerns and any suggestions on how to improve.

I’ll close off by saying thank you, once again, to those of you who shared their feelings about what happened with us, whether positive or negative, we have learned from all of you. Thank you for your support and thank for your honesty. The five of us remain as committed as ever to create a safe space in this fandom for LGBTQ+ fans and hope we can count on many of you to make that happen with us. Together we are stronger.

All my love

Kat

A Note About Sunburn Care

Since summer is on its way and I’ve never seen a post addressing this, I thought it might be good to make one. I know it seems basic, but some of the common knowledge surrounding sunburn care is actually incorrect!

Now, I’m not a doctor and my advice is not a replacement for medical care, but you guys already knew that.

First: 

Wear sunscreen

I know that you’ve heard it before, but this is genuinely so important. Everyone should wear sunscreen for protection, but if you have fair skin prone to burning, then you’re in even greater danger of suffering. Please keep yourself safe. 

Sunblock and sunscreen are actually two different things. Sunblock generally provides a greater degree of protection. Sunscreen breaks down more quickly through exposure to the sun, so it usually needs to be reapplied more frequently, however both sunblock and sunscreen must be reapplied.

The general rule is to reapply every two hours, or every hour if you are in a situation where you are sweating heavily, swimming, or otherwise getting wet. There is actually no such thing as water-proof sunscreen, although some brands make the claim. Usually they are water resistant for anywhere between 40 and 80 minutes. Reapplying is key. 

Just doing the above things will go a long way toward protecting you. We don’t live in a perfect world, though, so chances are you’re going to get burned at some point, maybe even badly. If that happens, you should know how to take care of it.

Second:

I want you to know that sunburns can sometimes be very serious. I have had sunburns so severe that I required emergency care in the form of professional medical intervention. If you feel as though you have been burned so badly that you cannot safely care for it on your own, you are not imagining it or being dramatic in any way. I required several steroid injections, as well as antibiotics and prescription pain killers to recover from my worst sunburn. Do not hesitate to seek medical attention if you need it. 

Third:

You have a sunburn and you’ve determined that you don’t need to go to the emergency room, so you’ll be caring for it at home. Awesome!

The most important part of sunburn care is knowing that sunburns are exactly what the name implies. They are burns. This means that you should treat them in much the same way that you would treat a burn of any other variety. 

The first thing you need to do is draw the heat out. Have you ever touched your sunburned skin and realized it was much warmer than the rest of you? That’s the problem you want to address first. As long as that heat remains, your skin is still actively burning. Your sunburn will continue to get worse for as long as the heat remains. 

To draw the heat out, soak in a bath or step into a shower of lukewarm water, or water that feels as if it is neither cold nor warm when it passes over your hand/wrist. This is important. Do not use water on the coldest setting. Do not use ice packs or buckets of frigid ice water or any other freezing thing that wikihow recommended. This will damage your skin further. This is a mistake that I have made in the past. It is terrible. Please, please, please learn from my ignorance. 

Depending on the severity of your burn, you may need to remain under the cool water for quite a long time. I once had to soak for something like four hours to draw the heat out of a bad burn. You want the burn to be the same temperature as the rest of your skin by the time you’re done. Prepare for an extended soak by bringing music, books, whatever you need to keep yourself entertained. 

The same effect can be achieved by using towels soaked in cool water on the burned skin, but this is messy and takes much longer, as the towels must be resoaked in water and reapplied every few minutes. The presence of heavy cloth on the damaged skin can also cause irritation and pain.

There are several products on the market which are sold for the purpose of treating sunburns, many of them are even genuinely helpful, but they should never be applied before you have cooled the burned skin. If you apply heavy creams, lotions, or even straight aloe before the heat has been removed from the burn, you are trapping the heat to the skin and worsening the burn. Please don’t do this.

Once you have soaked in cool water and the burn no longer feels hot to the touch, apply the sunburn cream of your choice. These are not strictly necessary, but they will help to manage the pain and dryness that follows. I often use aloe or coconut oil on mine. 

A few extras: 

Outside of the obvious pain and discomfort, sunburns can also cause headaches, fatigue, and body aches/chills, as well as dehydration. Don’t be surprised if you experience these other effects. You can treat any aches with an over the counter pain killer such as ibuprofen, naproxen, or acetaminophen. You should drink a lot of water following your sunburn, as your body will need the extra help hydrating!

Alright, that’s all I have for you! Thanks for reading. Now go forth and safely own your summers, my friends! Take care <3

I have a weakness for characters who’s defining feature is a capacity for love that for all intents and purposes shouldn’t even exist. When it comes down to it, this is why Cas is my favourite character.

Castiel is an ancient disembodied being, who has witnessed the evolution of life on earth from the very beginning, but who somehow fell in love with a human being who’s lifespan must feel like a mere blip in time to someone as old as him.

When thinking about it this way, I even kind of get why most angels are “dicks”. Why should they care about individual humans when they have been here millions of years before them and expect to still be here after humans have long gone extinct. That’s why even the angels who were more on the friendly side, always acted a little aloof. The only equivalent I can think of is a human being who loves nature and wants to preserve a certain species of insects. That person wouldn’t love an individual animal of that species, but care for the species as a whole.

But then there is Cas. Who somehow loves his human family so much, that he would gladly give his eternal life for them and has done so many times already.

Can you imagine loving something with the lifespan of a mayfly? No? Then consider the capacity for love within Cas and explain to me how some people can not admire him for the truly miraculous creature he is.

—  ahs hotel sentence starters .

nsfw   and   triggering   themes   and   mentions   may   be   present,   such   as   blood,   gore,   murder,   death. 

  • ❛ What can you tell me about the people that come in and out of this place? ❜
  • ❛ And you? Who are you looking for? ❜
  • ❛ I can see the pain in your eyes. It’s very familiar. ❜
  • ❛ Do you really need to be so aggressive? Can’t you have some compassion? ❜
  • ❛ You get the hell out of here. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve seen what your caring looks like. We’ve all seen it. ❜
  • ❛ Do you know what this room used to be? ❜
  • ❛ I loved roaming the streets, devouring the pulse of the city. ❜
  • ❛ How come a girl like me ends up with tracks in her arms living in this dump? ❜
  • ❛ There’s a part of you that wants to get lost, am I right? ❜
  • ❛ I’ve tried it all, man. There is nothing better. ❜
  • ❛ In your black heart of hearts, you know. You’re just like me. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll show you what you’ve been dreaming of. ❜
  • ❛ You’re the greatest serial killer who’s ever lived. ❜
  • ❛ By the way, I’m not unaware of the obvious cliche here. ❜
  • ❛ You swear you don’t have any unfinished business here? ❜
  • ❛ I want nothing more than the dark silence of death itself! ❜
  • ❛ In other words, don’t haunt my hallways, bitch. ❜
  • ❛ You must have a lot of questions. I have answers. ❜
  • ❛ What’s the price I have to pay to be like you? ❜
  • ❛ I’m offering you eternity with your great lost love. ❜
  • ❛ If you want to feel the magic of cause and effect you have to have a purpose. ❜
  • ❛ This is my problem with police officers. All you care about is evidence. ❜
  • ❛ They got greedy, started taking things that didn’t belong to ‘em. ❜
  • ❛ You start to give, give it away before they can take it from you. ❜
  • ❛ I could see where they were headed. A tragic, wasted life. ❜
  • ❛ What I wouldn’t trade for a chance at that. ❜
  • ❛ I imagined you lost hope a long time ago. ❜
  • ❛ Can you say the same about your husband? ❜
  • ❛ And what are you asking me to trade for it? ❜
  • ❛ We are going total bye-bye, right? ❜
  • ❛ It was a special kind of love. Maybe a once in a lifetime thing. ❜
  • ❛ All the cracks and missing pieces came together. I felt whole. ❜
  • ❛ I’d found my soul mate. I couldn’t stop smelling his head. ❜
  • ❛ You think there is hope now? ❜
  • ❛ Getting high used to be like how you imagine heaven. ❜
  • ❛ I wrote a song with her. And then she wrote me off. ❜
  • ❛ This place is far enough away that it speaks to me. ❜
  • ❛ Oh, you’ve lost something. ❜
  • ❛ And now you’re frozen in time. ❜
  • ❛ Oh, we got a bit of everything. ❜
  • ❛ Can’t move forward. Can’t go back. ❜
  • ❛ That sounds obscene.
  • ❛ I Googled you. ❜
  • ❛ I wanted to save kids because I felt I needed saving. ❜
  • ❛ It was like I finally fell in love for real. ❜
  • ❛ I’d found my soul mate. ❜
  • ❛ Because I am stuck in this place, thanks to you. ❜
  • ❛ I could feel your longing.. ❜
  • ❛ Your undying loyalty. You’ll be working for me. ❜
  • ❛ Give it all away for free, and that way, you can pretend that it doesn’t hurt. ❜
  • ❛ We had a deal. We had a deal. ❜
  • ❛ I wasn’t more then four or five when the world started taking from me. ❜
  • ❛ You know what you do when all you know is people taking? ❜
  • ❛ That is my message to the world. ❜