it's true and the world should know

maybe i’m preaching, but maybe i need to.

Jesus is coming back soon.

the world around us is screaming it, the earth, the evil things happening around us, the mindset of this world. the church should be yelling it just as loud.

Jesus is coming back soon.

that should make you joyous or afraid.

i want it to continue to bring me joy. but also to make me serious.

there’s no time to waste living for God halfway.

i want to live like i believe everything God has said is true.

and you know, just because we haven’t ever seen something or its beyond our imagination doesn’t mean it won’t come to pass.

oh my goodness, we need to wake up and start living with open eyes.

if we believe God’s word is true, we need to live it.

forget all of the trivial things we worry about.

what is anything worth if we don’t gain heaven?

give me heaven.

Damned If I Do Ya

Originally posted by j-miki

MATURE

“Dude, come on! It’s after ten. The rent-a-cops have disappeared until midnight. I want to take a selfie with that giant fucking pigeon before we head to the party.”

Junhong rolls his eyes at your request as he pulls his apartment door and shoves his keys in his backpack. “Why the hell is there a giant pigeon statue on campus, anyway? I get that they needed the new art building, it’s really nice in there, by the way, but that statue’s unnecessary.”

“It’s terrifying,” you laugh as you drop your board to the asphalt and wait for Junhong to do the same. “But it’s quirk and weird and it’ll get some likes on Instagram. So, you know, doing it for the internet.”

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Things Ravenclaws Say #14
  • Ravenclaw: All we see is sky for forever
  • Hufflepuff: I guess that's true
  • Ravenclaw: We let the world pass by for forever
  • Slytherin: But you should still seize the day!
  • Ravenclaw: Feels like we can go on for forever this way
  • Ravenclaw: It's a song, you know
  • Ravenclaw: And it's just so... true
  • Gryffindor, under their breath: Nerd.

anonymous asked:

Are there any five where Derek is a bad influence on stiles?

More of a list of bad boy!Derek. - Anastasia

Originally posted by fuck-feelings-brah

The Black Knight, Sourface Derboo And The Nerd. by LeatherAndRed

(1/1 I 1,744 I Not Rated)

“Are you just gonna stay in there?” Stiles jolted, knocking his head against the metal shelf. Who the fuck— “who’s out there?” He demanded, rubbing the back of his head which lead for his elbow to bump against the wall beside him.
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or where Stiles is alone in the locker room, locked in Greenberg locker with only a rotten cheese sandwich and a smelly sock. At least, that’s what he thinks.

Serious by AlexTheShipper

(1/1 I 2,153 I General)

Derek asks Stiles out on valentines day, but Stiles mistakes it for a prank. Leaving Derek confused, and Stiles hurt, can their friends fix it?

I Shouldn’t have Come by JustPlainAmy

(2/2 I 2,283 I Explicit)

prompt: Bad boy!Derek tempting Stiles

A Better Reality by misterreckless

(3/? I 2,941 I Teen)

Derek’s bad boy persona is starting to take it’s toll on his mother. Will sending him to his father’s house for the summer whip him into shape, or is he going to continue being the same disobedient teenager?

You’re Worth It by holdin_out_4a_hero

(1/1 I 3,053 I Not Rated)

“NO WAY! Her sons coming here?”

Danny sighed dreamily. “Yeah, the Stiles Stilinksi. The young model that made it big on accident with his moms camera. The L.A. heartthrob that has actually never dated anyone, and no one knows what he does over summer, and yet he still manages to keep the hearts of young Americans easily.”

“So why’s he coming here?” Scott asked, remembering that the entire Stilinski family was loaded with money, given the success of every single one of them, and yet Stiles would be coming to the middle of nowhere, for a random school that offered nothing.

“Who knows? His parents are from here, but they’re not coming here with him. I have no idea, but honestly? I’m not complaining.”

they don’t understand you (but i’ll try) by colferstilinski

(1/1 I 4,113 I Teen)

“Stiles,” Derek growls, and it sounds almost like his sex-voice that Stiles flails and blurts out.

“Dude, I have a vagina!”

Derek falls off the couch this time.

Don’t Judge a Derek By His Cover by captaintinymite (augopher)

(1/1 I 4,510 I Mature)

Stiles doesn’t care about the rumors surrounding Beacon Hills High School’s resident bad boy, Derek Hale. In fact, he thinks the rumors are total crap. Of course, being secretly in love with someone has a way of clouding one’s judgment.

However, he knew for a fact that Derek liked books. So when the two paired up for a final English project, he was excited (but also a little terrified).

But you know what they say…never judge a book by its cover. The same goes for people.

Mr. Stilinski by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 6,461 I Explicit)

But he’s never really forgotten Wade or those guys from college, definitely not Brayden, the motorcycle-driving musician who devastated him senior year. He hasn’t forgotten the way a fuck-it-all attitude draws him in like a moth to a flame, speaks to his own rebellious nature that has always manifested as abrasive sarcasm and clever manipulation of rules and half-truths. And even though he’s never really forgotten, he’d thought he’d gotten over the bad boy thing, had grown out of it.

But then, in his last class on the first day at his new job teaching English at the high school he graduated from fifteen years ago, Derek Hale walks into his classroom and Stiles feels like he’s out in the parking lot back in 1995, nearly tripping over his own feet with stunned attraction, immediate and shockingly powerful. His lust is tinged with the familiar but long forgotten thrill needing to get closer to that mysterious cool, compounded infinitely now because this dangerous-looking bad boy is his student.

The Athlete & The Criminal by damnfancyscotch

(2/2 I 12,122 I Explicit)

“What’re you doing here, Stilinski? Did you only score half the winning points at the last lacrosse game instead of all of them?”

Stiles snorts and says, “I thought you were locked up, Hale.”

Derek huffs a laugh and drawls, “Not quite yet.”

Finstock’s Wilderness Camp for Boys by rainsoakedshoes

(1/1 I 12,179 I Teen)

“What happens if I don’t go?”

“You get charged with breaking and entering, and you will probably serve time in a juvenile facility,” the sheriff said matter of factly. “That’s if you’re lucky enough to be tried as a minor.”

“You’d send your own son to jail?” Stiles asked in disbelief.

“You broke into someone’s home, Stiles!” The sheriff took a breath to compose himself and ran a hand across his face. “And this isn’t the first time. I can’t keep bailing you out of trouble. I don’t have any favours left to call in. Either you agree to go to the camp and clean up your act, or you risk getting tried as an adult.”

Wont You Be Mine? by Ifellinlove

(12/? I 24,038 I General)

Stiles is the new kid at Beacon Hills High. Derek is the school bad boy. What Derek wants, he gets.

He wants Stiles.

You are my undoing by Samcgrath

(11/? I 47,392 I Explicit)

Derek Hale is the bad boy of Beacon Hills everyone wants their kids to stay away from so obviously Stiles Stilinski talks back to him. Derek remembers Stiles from years ago, before the fire, and now the kid gets under his skin. Derek’s already dealing with a lifetime of angst, and he knows giving in to his feelings means certain pain. Especially when Stiles gets sick.

Under the Surface by 1jet2unknown

(20/? I 99,633 I Explicit)

Stiles had been warned several times by his father to never go near a werewolf. But the 12 year old kid just couldn’t resist its curiosity and even though the wounded wolf he found near the woods should have been terrifying, he brought him home, trying to help him heal. Little did he know that this encounter would bring out a side of him he never knew and would have to hide forever, even with the world around him changing over the years and werewolf turning from mystic legends to open members of the community.
When Stiles enters College and his life gets more and more entangled with Derek Hale, it gets harder and harder for him to hide his true self from the world…

Advice From the Greek Gods
  • Aphrodite: beauty can be a weapon or a curse. It is up to you to decide how to use it. If you use it to your advantage, you can destroy cities, create wars, cause chaos. Look what happened because of Helen of Troy. But beauty will never make someone love you. Beauty only sparks desire, never love.
  • Apollo: music is important. It can heal and energize you. Take time out of your day to turn your favourite music on or try something new. Pick up an instrument, you may want to try to make your own music. Sit in the sun, with the light on your face, and relax.
  • Ares: you will always be able to fight. You will always have victories, whatever the size. They may be as small as getting out of bed in the morning when depression pressures you to stay in. We all have the strength to continue on and fight the battles set before us.
  • Artemis: do not be afraid of the night. The moon and the stars are always with you, even if you cannot see them. Remember the things that go bump in the night are only animals, an owl hunting or a raccoon scavenging. Animals are living things, with the same fears as humans, and they are to be respected.
  • Athena: wisdom is not always found in books and can be scored by tests. You are not stupid. You know more about something than your teachers and professors, whether it be your favourite sport or video game. Though you may feel like what you are learning may be useless now, it may be useful eventually. Knowledge is power in whatever form. Seize what you can and never give it back.
  • Demeter: enjoy nature. Go for walks in the woods during a hot afternoon to be cooled by the shade the trees will give you. Dig your toes into the sand on a beach and watch the sunset. Eat organic, delicious fruit and let the juices drip down your chin like you are a child again. Respect the earth and it will respect you.
  • Dionysus: sometimes you have to let go. Take a step back from the stresses of life and let yourself have fun. Go with your friends to that new club that opened downtown, dance the entire night until you have blisters on your feet, and drink as much as you want, even if that means your friends have to drag you home in a cab. Being able to forget, if only for a short time, is therapy in itself.
  • Hades: do not be afraid of death. It comes to us all. Death is not cold. It is peace and resolution. It is much needed rest after a long day of labor. It is coming home after a lifetime of struggles. Accept it but do not forget to cherish life while you have it.
  • Hephaestus: being able to work with your hands is a gift. It might be fixing cars or it could be creating beautiful art, it does not matter. If you like your gift, pursue it at all costs and never let other people try to hold you back from it. You are not crippled, you are not helpless, and they do not have that kind of power over you.
  • Hera: family is something that does not last forever. Love them if they are good to you, but even family can be toxic. No one deserves to have toxic people in their life even if they are blood. Never forget that you can create a family of your own.
  • Hermes: travel the world. See as much as you can, try exotic foods, give gifts to people with no regards to the cost, learn jokes in foreign languages, play tricks on your friends, and experience everything life has to offer. It is vital to be knowledgeable about the world around you, and even more to be able to experience it firsthand.
  • Hestia: find your home and place in the world. A home could be found with a person, or your family, or your childhood house, or somewhere on the opposite side of the globe. When the traveling is over and you are weary, you will want a familiar bed to crawl into and a space to call your own. You will know it in your bones when you have found your true home. Keep your hearth burning and take in those in need.
  • Poseidon: the ocean is not something to be trifled with. It is fierce storms and unknown creatures hiding in its darkest depths, but it is also a glittering mirror and lapping waves against a sandy shore. The beauty and ferocity of the ocean goes unparalleled throughout the world. Keep both of those in mind, or it may swallow you whole.
  • Zeus: having power over others is a serious responsiblity. It is not everything, either. Gaining power should not be a goal or an obsession. The power of the heavens could back you but it does not make people truly loyal or trustworthy. They can slip a dagger between your ribs when you turn your back. If you do possess some power, respect and honor your subjects and treat them as equals. After all, you are human too.
F(r)itz is a Romantic: AOS Meta

Me? Write too much meta for my own good? Surprisingly, this actually hasn’t happened in a while but I & my internal political philosopher got really excited so here we are.

Now, I would LOVE to talk about all of Fitz’s many many Romantic traits and examples of them but for now I’m just gonna focus on Fritz because well, you’ve gotta start somewhere and I don’t have all year. (Although, asks are welcome). This is based on what Aida said about Fitz being a romantic, but expanding beyond the idea of grand romantic love, and into other aspects of Romanticism that Fitz and Fritz also display and how, as Aida said, no matter what the circumstances his “true nature” keeps peeking through. 

TW: I should mention that this meta contains references to abuse, and some elements of how the Hydra regime works, which obviously parallels Nazism.

Because it’s hella long and therefore, going below the cut, the elements of Romanticism I will discuss are:

  1. Love & Grand Gestures
  2. Freedom & the Individual
  3. Emotions, Passion, Intuition over Hard Science
  4. Heroism

…and how Fitz & Fritz show these traits or values, and how they’re gonna be what breaks him out and bites Aida in the behind. Enjoy!

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Princess

Title: Princess

Anonymous asked: “2, 7, 55 Loki x reader, please?”

Characters: loki, malakith and you

Pairing: loki x reader

Warnings: some swearing

Word count: 906

Prompts: “2 Well show me how much fun you are” “7 Most people call me Princess but you can call me Y/N” “ 55 You have amazing eyes”

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“get out of the way, mortal” Loki spat. “you might wanna change your tone, you’re talking to a princess, you douche bag” you replied. “a princess, you’re still a mortal” he said, pointing the scepter at you, ready to shoot. “you know, most people call me princess but you can call me Y/N” you said, clearly not afraid. “why aren’t you quivering in fear?” Loki asked, confused. “should I? No offense, but you’ve got a helmet with horns. You look like a reindeer” you retorted. “don’t you dare speak to me like that!” he said, gripping your throat and raising you against the wall. “mark my words, your world will fall” he said, leaving alone in the alley.

“hey, reindeer games” you shouted, hitting Loki with your gun. “you, wasn’t the message I left you in Cologne clear enough?! You should have stayed away” Loki said, recognizing you. “yeah well, if the world is going to end, the least I can do is help to take you down” you said, aiming the gun at his head. “you really think, those things will hurt me?” he replied. “well, you’re bleeding from the last one I shot, so I would say yes” you said. “you think that I’m the one who’s going to end the world, don’t you?” Loki suddenly asked. “of course you do” he said, when you remained silent. “well, this time, it’s not me” he said, taking a step closer towards you. “if it’s not you, then who is?” you asked, cautious. “Malakith, he’s a dark elf. So unless you want to stand here all day, I suggest you either go away or I’ll shoot you myself” he said, invading your personal space. “wait, I can help” you offered. “I highly doubt that” Loki said. “what if I shoot you right now, would you doubt that as well?” you said, loading the gun. “for a mortal you are really headstrong, I might have a job for you after all” he said, looking mischievous.

“Malakith, I’ve brought a peace offer” Loki said, shoving you towards Malakith. The job Loki had had in mind for you had played out a little different than you expected. According to plan you would infiltrate into Malakith’s base, since Malakith didn’t know your smell yet. But you should have known better from the god of mischief. As soon as you spotted Malakith, Loki had captured you, like some prize he would hand over to Malakith. “we can destroy the world together” Loki offered. “why would I want your help or this peace offer” he said, seemingly unimpressed by you. “I know everything about earth, its weak spots and she is one of them. Use her to take out the avengers, she seems to know them rather well” Loki said. “you son of a bitch” you yelled. “if it is true what he says, you’ll be a lot of fun” Malakith laughed. “well, show me how much fun you are. Why would you let him live if you have me, I too know all earth’s weak spots, better than he does even” you grinned, pointing at Loki. “you have a point” Malakith said. “roseve!*” Malakith screamed.

“where am I?” Loki demanded. “relax, we’re safe” you said. “what happened?” he wanted to know. “after Malakith turned on you, I used the aether to destroy him” you explained. “why would you do that? I had a plan!” he yelled. “selling me out? That was your plan?!” you yelled. “I was never going to let him keep you” he said, standing up from the bed he laid in. “right, I guess I’ll just have to take your word for it” you said, ready to leave. Suddenly the spaceship that was bringing you back to earth got caught in turbulence, making it shake. You hit the ground almost instantly and so did Loki, falling on top of you. “you have amazing eyes” he said with a smirk, no intention to get off of you. “get off of me” you complained. “is that truly what you want?” he said, more serious now. “what do you mean?” suddenly flustered by his presence. “all this banter, the danger you put yourself in, only to save the world? No other reason?” he asked, eyes flickering, trying to find something that would confirm his suspicion. “the earth is my home” you said, not showing any hint of what he was looking for. “then why didn’t you let me die?” he asked. It was then his suspicion was confirmed, when you remained silent. “admit it Y/N, you hadn’t had this much fun in years” he smirked, leaning down. “just shut up and kiss me” you said, pulling him down. It was true, all of it. You had fallen for him and he had fallen for you. Loki never thought he would ever grow fond of a mortal, but to him you were much more than a mortal, you were his princess.

*roseve: shiväisith (language of the dark elves) translates to “kill him”, if I’m not mistaken.

Originally posted by lokitty

Romantics (Lee Joongi)

Type: Fluff


You’ve always felt weird being so much younger than Joongi. To think that you were being born when he was entering his teens, was weird but it didn’t stop you from falling in love with him. Love knows no age…to an extent of course. You had met him near two years ago and have been dating nearly a year of that already.

“Hey old man” you whisper lightly resting your chin on his bare arm. He had spent the night at your place and was peacefully sleeping like he normally did when he was over. “I don’t know why you constantly feel the need to call me that” he says turning his head and opening one eye to look at you. “Mmm because its true” you joke as he smirks rolling over so you guys were face to face “well this old man rocks your world doesn’t he?” he teases as you smile. “He does” you coo as you press a kiss to his lips.

He let out a soft chuckle “good morning" he whispered as he looked you in the eyes “good morning” you whisper back as he kisses your forehead. “You know we should go out for breakfast” he said as you raised a brow. “Feeling risky wanting to be seen out with me?” you tease “please I’ve been seen out with you multiple times now and people are pretty sure we’re dating” he says as he slides off of your bed. “I still have clothes here don’t I?” he asks as you get up stretching.

“Yeah they should be in my sock drawer” you tell him as he chuckles “I’m gonna shower. Your stuff isn’t too girl is it?” he asks as you roll your eyes. “I bought you products remember?” you say as he places his hand over his heart. “You take such good care of me” he says dramatically.

~

You adjusted your sunglasses as Joongi held your hand talking about something random he heard. He was a goofy guy which was something you loved about him. He never acted his age and often teased you for some of your old lady habits which he loved. “Your birthday is coming up” he said as our two sat down to eat “yeah” you say as he smiles “you’re only gonna be 23. Gah” he said as you chuckled “don’t worry about it. I’m glad I’m getting older. I don’t like looking like a baby” you say patting your cheeks “I know I have the same problem?” he says as you chuckle.

“What don’t I look young?” he says as you with a pout, you smile cutely while you shake you head “you don’t look your age at all babe” you promise as he smiles “good” he says as he scoots closer to you. “What do you want for your birthday?” he asked as you tapped your chin “I want to move in together” you say as his eyes widened “really?” he asked.“I’m pretty sure you and I are on the same level with wanting this right?” you ask as he nods quickly. “Of course does one of us just move in with the other or do we get a new place?” he asked.

“What’s easiest for you?” you asked since he was the one who was constantly having to film and what not. “I want our place to be somewhere you’re comfortable coming back to after a long day” you say as he smiles wrapping his arm around your shoulder and tugging you close. “I just want to be with you but if I had to pick. I would want to move into your place. A lot of our memories are there. And I want to make a billion more” he whispers as you aw at his cheesiness “you’re so cute” you coo pinching his cheek as he scoffs. “Its being a classic romantic” “yeah cheesy” you say as he smiles.

outtoreality  asked:

Aloha loves ❤ I absolutely adore your work and always enjoy reading your recommendations! I wanted to know if it'd be possible to rec some fics about stiles being secretly BAMF? Like he has powers or can change into sth but doesn't tell the pack?

Thank you, @outtoreality! Here’s more for you to read - Anastasia

Originally posted by madyvh91

Chase Me Through The Trees, Mister Wolf by MissDizzyD

(1/1 I 2,116 I General I Sterek)

“Stiles was… happy. Really happy. Happy in a way that had the forest singing to him, urging him to go and play and frolic and let his fox have some fun for once.”

Real as the Sea by prodigaldaughter13

(1/1 I 3,826 I General I Sterek)

Stiles is a selkie, not that the pack knows, but when his pelt goes missing, Derek arrives to help him find it.

Three Can Keep A Secret by ladyblahblah, umbralillium

(1/1 I 5,245 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek discovers that Stiles has been living with a demon inside of him for most of his life. What starts as a confrontation turns into something else altogether.

Suddenly you’re standing still by gottalovev

(1/1 I 7,669 I Explicit I Sterek)

A long time ago, Stiles promised his mom that he’d never cross the Hale property lines. He has kept his word even if there hasn’t been a Hale in Beacon Hills for years, not since the fire. But suddenly Scott gets turned into a werewolf, Derek Hale is back, and Stiles has to share his biggest secret. (AU set in S1+ where Stiles is a born werefox)

Secret hoard by Nival_Vixen

(1/1 I 9,741 I Teen I Sterek)

Everyone knows that a dragon needs a hoard, and without one, the dragon will die. None of Stiles’ friends know what his hoard is, and they’re all worried that he doesn’t have one.

In the village below the dragons’ mountains, werewolves live with humans, and Derek Hale is curious to know more about the dragons. He just doesn’t expect one to fall from the sky.

Feline Purrfect. by halelujah

(1/1 I 10,006 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek tries to get Stiles to Shift. Or bug Scott into telling him what exactly his best friend is. Neither one is any closer in actually happening, but he’s nothing but persistent.

The fact he’s standing in a teenager’s room at fuck o'clock says so.

“’m not tellin’ you, Derek.” Scott mumbles into his pillow. “No matter ‘ow early you come ov'r.”

“But why?” He hopes he doesn’t sound like a petulant child stamping their foot.

“'cause not my secret to tell,” is the muffled reply, before he’s dismissed with a back turned his way.

He doesn’t go home to sulk, he doesn’t.

[Or the one where Stiles is also an animal Shifter, but for the life of him, Derek can’t seem to find out what exactly Stiles Shifts into, until all the clues come together.]

Drowning Anchors by Sharkseye

(2/2 I 11,684 I Teen I Sterek)

An alternate version of Abomination, in which Scott doesn’t come and Stiles isn’t as human as he’s always pretended to be. Just as Derek’s lost all hope that they’re going to get out of the pool alive, Stiles comes up with an alternative. Either a beginning or an end.

“Afterwards, I promise you can attack me, get angry, do whatever, but you need to listen to me on this, or none of it will have been worth it. I’m not really sure that it was in the first place, but hey, we’ll figure it out as we go.” Here he pauses and grins. “It’ll be our little secret Derek. Of fangs, claws, blood, and eyes colored by the universe. I’ll have to trust you, and you’ll have to trust me.”

He’s…something by countrygirlsfun

(2/2 I 22,894 I General I Sterek)

Stiles has to admit, keeping his secret under wraps is easier than he expected around his new-found werewolf friends.

Except for the Alpha that is never where he should be.

Keep It Together by ravingrevolution

(1/1 I 23,129 I Teen I Sterek)

“What if I guess what you are?” Derek asked.

Stiles sighed. “Why do you even think there’s something to guess?”

Derek cocked an eyebrow at him. “You’re taking a cold bath and showing no signs of being chilled. A normal human would be shivering by now and your body temperature hasn’t dropped at all.”

Which, okay, fair point.

Saturday Night Wrist by whokilledcodyosmond

(12/12 I 48,655 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles has an unfortunate encounter with a vampire and becomes infected. Side effects may include emotional turmoil, dick friends, sudden romance, and an obsession with the red stuff.
(This sucky summary appears light-hearted and fun, but this story is not for the most part. Beware!)

Under the Surface by 1jet2unknown

(20/? I 99,633 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles had been warned several times by his father to never go near a werewolf. But the 12 year old kid just couldn’t resist its curiousity and even though the wounded wolf he found near the woods should have been terrifying, he brought him home, trying to help him heal. Little did he know that this encounter would bring out a side of him he never knew and would have to hide forever, even with the world around him changing over the years and werewolf turning from mystic legends to open members of the community.
When Stiles enters College and his life gets more and more entangled with Derek Hale, it gets harder and harder for him to hide his true self from the world…

They'll Love You! (Newt Scamander X Reader)

Requested: Yes

Anon: can you write an imagine where newt meets the readers muggle family, he’s super nervous and the whole night he keeps dropping things and is a mess. But the readers parents love him regardless and the reader calms him down and reassures him that they love him and she loves him.

Word Count: 1 225

A/N: Yay, I finished it! Sorry if it’s not that good, I have a lot on my plate lately😅

*****

“Come back here you little bugger!” Newt yells exasperated, chasing his little furry and duck-billed creature. “Why in the world are you suddenly so interested in my bow tie? It’s not even shiny!”

“Newt? What’s wrong-” you start, opening the door of his shack, coming in from feeding the Occamies. You crack into a fit of laughter as you took in the scene before you.

Newt, in his trousers, loose suspenders and half buttoned shirt was desperately trying to catch the Niffler who had managed to climb atop of one of the higher shelves, Newt’s favourite bow tie clenched tightly in its mouth, knocking down glass vials, creating an even louder ruckus. Seeing you, the Niffler jumps into your arms, startling you and cutting off your laughter. You fall back, the metal bucket rolling away as you gently pet the Niffler, calming it down. It snuggles up against you and you gently tug the tie away from its mouth.

A flustered Newt approaches the two of you cautiously and helps you up, the Niffler still in your arms. You hand him his tie and he takes it gingerly.

“He knows it’s precious,” you say, giggling at Newt’s annoyed, yet worried look. You gently set the Niffler down and it scurries back to its habitat filled with its shiny toys. “Besides, why are you so worried?”

“Well I want to have a good first impression for your parents for dinner tonight,” Newt huffed and you smile. “The Niffler hasn’t really helped me calm down my nerves.”

His hands fly to the buttons on his shirt, frantically trying to do them up.

“Relax, they’ll love you!” you reassure him, gently shoving his fingers away, taking matters into your own hands.

“Is this outfit okay? Do muggles wear different articles of clothing when eating dinner?” he asks and you smirk.

“Yes Newt, they dress up as dinosaurs and cowboys.”

His eyes widen and he opens his mouth, ready to start rambling again when you swoop in and kiss him. He sighs against your lips, enjoying the kiss.

“I’m kidding.” you giggle when you pull away.

The two of you finish up your chores and when you finally managed to get Newt into a semi calm state, you grab your wands and Apparate to see your muggle parents, whom Newt were excited yet dreading to meet.

*****

“Just be yourself.” you assured him, tucking your wand away into your pocket and lacing your hand into his. You could feel him shaking. You give his hand a light squeeze and ring the doorbell.

“(Y/N)!” your mother says, greeting you at the door. “And you must be Newt, she talks about you all the time!”

Your mother winks at Newt and he turns a dark shade of red.

“It’s n-nice to meet you Mrs. (Y/L/N).” he manages to stutter out. You grin, he was nailing this.

“Ah, what a gentleman! And dashing looks too, no wonder our little girl fell for someone like you! Oh but enough of me talking, come in, come in!” she says, ushering you inside.

You walk in, happy to be home and Newt shuffles through the doorway and your mom, looking painfully awkward. You fight back a giggle.

“Let me take your coats.” you mother says, gently tugging Newt’s blue coat off his shoulders. He jumps in surprise and takes it off, you hand him yours and he gently passes them to your mother who smiles.

“Come, my father is probably in the dining room.” you say, dragging Newt behind you. “Dad, I have someone I’d like you to meet!”

Your father up from his newspaper and examines Newt. He seems to shrink under your father’s stare. Then, to his surprise, your dad jumps up from his seat and gives Newt a hug.

“Thank you for making my little girl happy.” he says with a happy smile.

“You’re welcome s-sir. Anything for (Y/N).”

“Aha! He’s a keeper (Y/N).”

“That’s what I thought!” your mom says, peeking out of the corner.

At this point Newt feels dizzy, happy that your parents approved of him. He was also relieved that they weren’t wearing cowboy hats.

“(Y/N), come set the table please.” your mother calls and you grab cutlery from one of the drawers.

Newt observes your family as you moved around getting things ready. He was so used to seeing everything done by magic, that this was strange. Every time he’s look over and expect the pots to be stirring themselves but then realize that your mother was pouring her soul into making the soup.

“Would you like to help?” you asked Newt, handing him a couple of spoons. He takes them carefully and cautiously walks towards the table as though he was holding one of his babies. However, he slipped due to his nerves and the spoons went flying, clanging as they met the ground.

“I’m sorry.”

He stares at the ground and looks up to meet your parents’ eyes, expecting looks of disapproval. He was shocked when he heard laughter.

“It’s quite alright my boy!” your father says, smiling genuinely. “Such a kind one, he is.”

Newt, feeling relieved, extracts his wand and casts a charm, spoons flying back to him in a neat array.
Your parents watch in wonder. Sure, you had done little tricks like this for them before, but they had never had another wizard in their household.

Newt lay out the spoons on the table without magic. When he was done, he looked quite proud of himself. Your parents were still staring at him and when he realized he froze. Did he do something wrong? Did they prohibit magic in the house?

Your mother starts clapping and your father joins in.

“I wanna be a wizard,” she sighs, ruffling up your hair. “At least we know that magic exists thanks to you darling, I couldn’t imagine a world without knowing!”

“I should be thanking you! If I wasn’t a witch then I probably never would’ve met Newt.” you say and he blushes at your words.

“Nevertheless, I bet you would’ve fallen for each other either way. True love has its ways. It’s fate.” you father says and you and Newt smile in synchronization. “Welcome to the family son.”

*****

Newt loosens up and finally feels comfortable. He talks with your parents about his creatures and other little things until the two of you finally bid your farewells and left. You could tell that your parents were sad not only you, but Newt leave as well. It made you happy that they loved him as much as you did.

“How did I do? I didn’t mess it up terribly did I? Your parents are absolutely wonderful and I don’t want them to dislike me. Oh, your parents must be such good actors, I totally did something wrong, they hate me. And now you’re going to break up with me and I-”

You connect your lips to his again, shutting him up mid ramble.

“You were perfect. They adore you!”

He relaxes and cups your face, pulling you in closer.

“Besides,” you say, your breath hitching in your throat as he pulled you in even closer. “I would never leave you if they didn’t.”

“I love you.” he says, pulling you into another kiss.

“As do I.”

*****

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One major misconception libfems and trans activists hold about radical feminism and gender criticism is they believe our opposition to their ideology stems from our inability to accept trans identities, nonbinary identities, any gender identity that isn’t “cis”.

In their view, we are the cis-privileged cissexist overlords who want to exterminate trans people and/or forcibly convert everyone into being “cis”, like we are, because we can’t tolerate difference and diversity. They think we only care about our “cisters” and want to force everyone into traditional gender roles. They think we believe what we believe and say what we say because we’re close-minded bigots who mindlessly hate people of other gender identities, just like racists mindlessly hate people of other races. They think blind hatred is the reason why we aren’t “inclusive” like good feminists should be.

From where they’re standing, this is a perfectly reasonable conclusion. Look at those terfs all standing over there being comfortable with their assigned gender! Look at those terfs using female pronouns and never getting misgendered and having womanhood handed to them without having to work for it! Look at those terfs posting vulva art and fetishizing vaginas, look at them loving their bodies and not feeling deep hatred toward their secondary sex characteristics! Look at those terfs with their cis privilege having no idea what it’s like to feel like you don’t belong in your body, or to feel deep inside like you’re just NOT the gender everyone says you are! Look at those terfs being evil gatekeepers and enforcing the idea that penis=man and vagina=woman because they think everyone should be cis like them!

In trans activist world, using trans activist logic, this conception of radfems is valid and internally consistent.

The problem is the basis of trans activist logic is fucked up and wrong.

You know those elementary logic puzzles that go “If some smeerps are blorgnorts and all blorgnorts are priptaps, all smeerps are priptaps. True or false?” - just because something is internally consistent within its own rules doesn’t mean it has any value or any connection to reality at all.

The reality is not that we’re all happy “cis” women enjoying our “cis” privilege and hating trans people just because they’re not like us. The reality is we REJECT the entire artificial narrative that leads to classifications like “cis” and “trans” in the first place. We call ourselves “she” not because we feel like women deep inside our souls, but because of the biological FACT of our bodies. Some of us suffer from severe dysphoria, some of us identified as trans and thought we were men for years, and NONE of us are comfortable being forced into the female gender. But we understand that how we feel about “she” doesn’t change the fact that that’s what we are. None of us chose our pronouns. Our pronouns just…are.

And when we tell them we don’t hate trans people, we hate gender, they take it as an attack on their personal identities and their very sense of self. When we tell them sex and gender are different things, they say biological sex doesn’t exist. When we ask them not to call us “cis”, they’re baffled because in their minds there’s cis, there’s trans, and there are the various flavors of nonbinary, and that encompasses the totality of the spectrum of gender identity, and everyone HAS to have a gender identity because it’s Just! So! Important!! in their world. How could anyone not define and treasure their individual gender identity? It’s what makes you who you are! And they just can’t wrap their heads around the idea that we reject gender altogether. A genderist’s thought process goes: those AFAB terfs say they’re women, they aren’t trans because they don’t use “he/him” and they’re not nonbinary because they don’t use “they/them/ze/hir”, so what could they POSSIBLY be besides cis? Why are they asking me not to call them what they are? Oh, I get it, it must be a trick to deny their cis privilege so they can keep enforcing cis supremacy and oppressing trans people!

It’s a very simplistic and primitive worldview. You won’t follow the rules and respect the demarcations of my inclusive and diverse gender spectrum? It must be because you’re cissexist and bigoted and hate trans people. There can’t be any other reason. You’re just jealous because transwomen are prettier than you!

The trans cult is SO invested in the gender story and the immense importance of gender and identity politics that to them it’s just not possible for anyone to think any differently. The very premise of their ideology is false, but that’s the framework from which they interpret everything, including the beliefs and motivations of the evil gatekeeper terfs. They box themselves in with their beautiful unique identities and they literally CANNOT conceive of anything outside their own false axioms. Because to them, gender is a universal truth. The idea of not believing in gender isn’t heresy or blasphemy, it just…doesn’t…make…sense. Might as well not believe in bananas or bears or gravity.

It’s like religious people who insist atheists and agnostics (or even people from other religions) must hate god because they’ve been corrupted by the devil, and the only reason someone wouldn’t follow YOUR dogma and worship YOUR god…is because they’re under the influence of YOUR devil, YOUR dogma’s particular conception of evil.

Their little brains can’t handle the idea that god isn’t real and neither is the devil. And neither, for that matter, is gender.

once upon a time

Fandom: Carry On
Ship: Simon/Baz
Summary: In which Simon Snow requires true love’s kiss.  
Notes: Set at the end of seventh year. Canon divergence.

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“True love’s kiss” almost never works.  Most of the darkest spells never do.  They need – more. More than articulation and noise, more than a functional set of vocal cords.  The darkest curses run on belief, and no one with the magic to cast a true curse believes in Sleeping Beauties and Snow Whites. No one over the age of two, no one powerful enough to matter.

But the Insidious Humdrum, apparently, believes in fairytales. 

That’s the once upon a time of this story.

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imagine sky high above in caribbean blue

♪ kh editors’ challenge! - day # 3: a graphic using light textures

Celestial (Percival Graves x Reader) Pt. 1

Originally posted by newgradence

Theme: Legend AU. There is a legend in the magical world that has been long gone and forgotten, so old that it is merely a whisper in the wind. A legend of unnatural creatures being born to this world. Nephilim. The offspring of a human and an angel, who possesses angelic properties, their eyes glowing like an angel, bright white in color. The legend speaks of powers to perceive the true form of angels without harm and an enhanced strength do to their angelic ancestry, and even the ability to continuously resurrect from killing Curses.

A/N: Please let me know if I should continue this story ^^

Tags: @sharknadoslut @nicetrytopredictme @aya-fay @wolfangelwings @diehadess @socktrollqueen @theamazing-bouncingferret @queencobblefreezestuff @red-panda-on-the-loose

Warnings: Suspense, Violence.

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Imagine: You’re in a relationship with Dan, but you’re also a very popular singer and actress. So Dan thinks you won’t be able to watch his show live, little do he know you’re there.


Dan:“Oh man..”

Phil:“Dan, everything is going to be alright, believe me. At least she can see our show on her computer when it’s up on YouTube Red.”

Dan:“It’s not the same.” *Signs*“It’s just this is so important for me, for us. And she’s at this dump concert.”

Phil:“Dan, you know it’s her world tour. She cant just cancel that because of two idiots jumping around on a stage singing stuff about the internet. Dan its not that easy, I guess.”

Dan:“Yeah I know, but one of them is her boyfriend.”

- - -

Fan 1:“ OH MY-ohmygosh are you Y/N?!?”

Y/N:“Yes I am, but pssshh.”

Fan2:“What-Wait-Why are you here? Aren’t you doing a world tour or something?”

Y/N:“Yes I should, but I can’t miss this.” *Points finger to the stage where Dan and Phil are jumping around* “I can’t miss this!”.

Fan1:“Does he know that you’re here?”

Y/N:“Nope!”*smiles*“He has no idea!”

- - -

Dan:“Oh my gosh this was unbelievable!”*smiles*

Phil:“Yes that’s true!”,

Dan :“I guess this was one of the best performance we ever did!”

Y/N:“It was pretty awesome, that’s true!”

Dan:“Oh my-Oh ”

Phil:“Y/N, you made it!”

Dan:“Darling-Youre here!”

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Gabilondo y Uresti Ruby semi-automatic pistol

Manufactured in Eibar, Spain c.1914-1918 by Gabilondo and Uresti (GU).
.32ACP/7,65mm Browning seven-round removable box magazine, blowback semi-automatic.

The original Ruby Model pistol that was ordered by France at the beginning of WW1, seen here as most of them were manufactured, a bit rough around the edges but functional. The other main manufacturer was Star, also located in Eibar, but they were joined in the endeavor by numerous other factories.
France was in a rush to get modern semi-automatic handguns to replace its aging Mle 1892 service revolver, and couldn’t be too picky about their quality for most of WW1. As a result, the Ruby contract was shared by more than three dozens sub-contractors, often resulting in wildly different measurements and poor parts interchangeability.The Ruby itself was a copy of the FN Mle 1903 pistol designed by John Browning. It should be a good thing to know that Spain, keeping true to its reputation of lawlessness in the old World, gave next to no fuck about patent infringements, and generally went on producing guns for itself after their contract were filled.This particular example is on the chunkier side, probably because of poor metal quality.

I think we live in a world, where we don’t feel ourselves anymore.
Instead we feel numb from all the social media, the technology.
The increasing influence from all over the world is slowly destroying our vibes.
They silence our inner voice and don’t let us hear our true self- cause of all the noise bombed at us, constantly.
Magazines telling us how to dress, how we should look, how to behave and how to lose 10 pounds in 1 week, or what men like about the female gender; slowly we are becoming ashamed of us. We slip into daydreams- which replace the actual living.
We are stuck in our head.
Forgetting how to breath properly.
We tense up.
We feel huge and uncomfortable in our own bodies, not enjoying ourselves anymore.
Suddenly we want to fit in, be part of this sick circus, playing a role- perfectly included into society.
Being different is not cool, won’t get you enough likes, will not satisfy the large mass.
It hurts them like a headache, if you are different-minded.
Because what we don’t understand, we hate.
It’s one of the first impulse chasing through us.
Empathy is something very rare these days- to get behind the actions, to see that everybody has its own struggles, their own drugs they have to juggle another day another struggle (yeah, I had to quote biggie smalls at this point).
We don’t have to understand every single move like- why some people shave, some don’t like it, or wear bras or don’t wear bras, there are people with anxiety who are afraid of crowds, hell even if you are a grown ass man and like your fingernails in the colour black, the list could go on and on.
I don’t have to agree or understand every single choice everybody makes- because it is not my f**king business.
I have my own life to celebrate.
We are all so much more than we show to the outside, our feelings and wishes, deepest fears burn deep inside all of us.
Isn’t it great to know there are millions and millions more people wishing, hoping and dreaming for a better world just like us?
We all bleed the same blood, cry the same hot, salty tears when we are hurt and scared.
We are all craving the love from another human being and want to explore the world like we want in its full beauty.
We are living on this planet, we should cherish this gift of our lives- finding our true self!
Not becoming machines, dressing all the same, thinking the same thoughts- being locked-in in some brainwash full of body shaming, self-hate and fake happiness.
Is it worth to be like everybody else, to get approval for not being who you really want to be?
I know looking yourself in the eye and dealing with the truth; finding your own good vibe is hard.
Its’ really hard, you maybe loose friends, friends who where you everything once; turning out to tie you down, don’t letting you fully grow; even your own family won’t always understand the choices you make. But everybody must experience different things on their path, we need those experiences, the heartbreak, the loneliness all the messy feelings to grow from them. I truly believe this. Everything you are going through will be worth it in the end. There may be crying, a lot of crying to wash out all this self-hate and shame, feeling hopeless and alone even your body feels kind of weird.
Just remember- finding yourself is a journey.
Journeys aren’t always easy, along the way there are storms and rain, wind lashing in your face, tearing you apart. Just to make you grow deeper- to wash away the dirt of your soul, rising from your own ashes like a phoenix.
Or how Florence Welch would sing “It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back- so shake him off”
The wizard had accessed his Warren.

The sorcery bled a strange, swirling flavour that she could not recognize, and it frightened her with its intensity. She met the black man’s shining eyes. ‘I should know you,’ she whispered. ‘There’s not enough true masters in this world for me to not know you. Who are you, Quick Ben?

Gardens of the Moon
The Malazan Book of the Fallen
by Steven Erikson

anonymous asked:

Fics where stiles isn't human and hides it from the pack. I have already read the undisclosed but can't find any others. Thanks :p

Here we goooooooooo  -Emmy


Alien by Mermaid_Failbetter

(2,161 I Teen I Complete)

Aliens! As if they’re real.
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Stiles has a secret he’s been keeping from the pack for a long time, but when he is given an ultimatum –save the pack, but reveal the secret he swore to protect, or keep his secret and watch the pack die- which will he choose?

Just a Little Push Towards Love by Delanor_Took

(4,190 I General I WIP)

Stiles has a secret. The not so secret crush that is obvious to everyone but the man he is in love with. But when the arrival of his cousin brings the secret that he has kept from everyone, even the pack, to light will his crush also be revealed? Or will the arrival of his magical cousin make it that much better?

Three Can Keep a Secret by  ladyblahblah, umbralillium   

(5,245 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek discovers that Stiles has been living with a demon inside of him for most of his life.  What starts as a confrontation turns into something else altogether.

Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust by Val_Brown

(7,175 I Not Rated I Complete)

Since he was a baby he had kept it a secret. Something that he shared with his mom. But when something comes after him and attacks his pack, he has to share his secret with them. He knows they won’t judge him, hello, they sprout claws, fangs and some wicked sideburns. But he changes to the size of a gerbil and has wings and pretty much farts pixies dust on everything.

Using his new alliance with Peter, Stiles charges in, pixie dust flying to rescue his pack when they are captured by renegade hunters with a strange vendetta.

Suddenly You’re Standing Still by gottalovev

(7,669 I Explicit I Complete)

A long time ago, Stiles promised his mom that he’d never cross the Hale property lines. He has kept his word even if there hasn’t been a Hale in Beacon Hills for years, not since the fire. But suddenly Scott gets turned into a werewolf, Derek Hale is back, and Stiles has to share his biggest secret. (AU set in S1+ where Stiles is a born werefox)

Dead Before The Day Is Done by ArraFrost

(8,742 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek confronts Stiles and pushes until Stiles’ demonic secret is forcibly revealed.

Hiding In Plain Sight by Zeepacna

(14,437 I General I WIP)

Stiles mother died when he was 9 years old and ever since then he has been keeping a huge secret about himself from pretty much everyone except his dad. Then Scott got bitten by a werewolf and now Stiles has to try keeping his secret while helping Scott to become a competent werewolf.

He’s…Something by countrygirlsfun

(14,821 I General I Complete)

Stiles has to admit, keeping his secret under wraps is easier than he expected around his new-found werewolf friends.

Except for the Alpha that is never where he should be.

Changes by EchoingDayDreams

(27,284 I Teen I WIP)

Stiles returns to Beacon Hills after being changed into a vampire. He is helped by a new friend, Adeleide, who possess some major witchy powers. He deals with being back after the love of his life left, and his new body/appetite, all while hiding it from his friends and family. What happens when his secret is eventually revealed, Derek returns, and a whole new threat is imposed on Beacon Hills. And his new best friend and savior seems to be at the heart of it.
-This is a pre-planned long fic, with eventual sterek so just wait a bit and it’ll get there eventually :)-

Weak and Powerless by peacensafety

(55,585 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles has to remember part of his past that he would really like to ignore until it went away, thank you very much. If people would just let him keep ignoring it, it would be great. Now that there’s an Alpha pack, and secret agents, and his dad is keeping secrets from him, and why exactly is Derek hanging around so much now? Ignoring it is going to be just impossible to do. Thank God his shrink lets him have as much anti-anxiety medication as he wants.

Under the Surface by 1jet2unknown

(99,633 I Explicit I WIP)

Stiles had been warned several times by his father to never go near a werewolf. But the 12 year old kid just couldn’t resist its curiousity and even though the wounded wolf he found near the woods should have been terrifying, he brought him home, trying to help him heal. Little did he know that this encounter would bring out a side of him he never knew and would have to hide forever, even with the world around him changing over the years and werewolf turning from mystic legends to open members of the community.
When Stiles enters College and his life gets more and more entangled with Derek Hale, it gets harder and harder for him to hide his true self from the world…

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