as the killing stalking fandom grows there’s evidently gonna be a greater audience that’s exposed to the story and this doesn’t exactly imply everyone will be able to look at it objectively, especially the younger fans so all i wanna say is that both yoonbum and sangwoo have grown up in very drastic households and have gone through several traumatic experiences which have affected them greatly and without the necessary mental help have led them to develop the lifestyles they lead at the moment, all of this is not healthy, it is not to be romaticized so please don’t make this out to be what it is not and please don’t justify their acts because they’ve had a “rough childhood” or have “struggled too much” just don’t be that kid pls thnks

its been said before but this is a daily reminder that mental illness does not excuse toxic behavior

it can offer an explanation, but you cannot treat someone with cruelty and then just like “well sorry it’s my mental illness i can’t help it”

i don’t have a solution, because i know that mental illness by nature can be difficult or impossible to control, but do not let a friend or partner or parent or anyone be a dick to you and say that you have to put up with it because that’s just how they are

or even worse, guilt trip you about being upset with them

i am saying this as someone with a diagnosed mental illness that im on medication for:

mental illness does NOT give anyone the right to treat you badly

and if someone tries to excuse their toxic behavior by claiming it’s mental illness and they cannot help it, that’s a red fucking flag

Honestly who’s more awkward here?

I don’t like to talk much about my personal life here you know?…

But I’ll try and make an exception today, because I feel like I really messed up last night…

Ya know, most hate posts read a lot like shit posts. They’re nonsensical and random and I can’t take them seriously so I usually ended up landing somewhere between


on the emotional scale.

My Constellation (1/1)

Summary: Modern AU. Emma is a bailbondsperson, Killian a scientist. His research puts him at sea for several weeks in the summer, and after a slew of lengthy separations, this one just about pushes them past their limits.

Rated: M

Warnings: Smut

Words: ~11.5k

Notes: This fic is a gift for the wonderful @high-seas-swan​. Lana, the second the new NEEDTOBREATHE album came out, I sifted through it, found a song that I liked just a touch more than the others, played it on repeat, and wrote this over the course of the past several weeks. I hope you like it! Also, never-ending love and devotion to @capaldisrighteyebrow​, without whom this would be a mess. Just a note, this is in no way related to the other smutty science fic I wrote.  Inspired by the months I’ve spent living alone by the sea.

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Killian Jones had once convinced a woman that it was the moments that were worth living. That letting them pass by was a terrible mistake.

Years and years had passed, during which they’d both loved and lost. Out on a bench by the sea, she’d tell him of the parents who abandoned her not long after she was born. He, in turn, would tell her of his mother, of his brother, before they too passed. Together they spent their formative, teenage years in a system that, frankly, didn’t care much for them. They’d been separated by circumstances and by passion – he pursuing degrees in the marine sciences, and she as an independent enforcer of the law – before they’d met again in the cobblestone streets of Portland, Maine. They’d reacquainted with one another over the next few years, as he made a career of keeping the research programs aboard research vessels running, and she as a familiar face in southern Maine and New Hampshire.

Then, one unforgettable evening, she’d conceded that, perhaps, he had a point. Not with words, mind, but with her lips on his, pressing hard and wet against him in the dwindling hours of twilight. Just moments after he’d stepped off a research vessel, as a matter of fact, with a tan up to his elbows, salt in his hair and in his lungs. She’d kissed him while the sun painted the waters at his back, while the behemoth of a ship beside them rumbled down deep in its steely belly.

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under different circumstances, i think you and i could’ve really had some fun.

anonymous asked:

Hey there, Pixie. I have a question. How do you write a book that's clearly inspired by something that influenced you growing up. I want to craft a trilogy and make it a love letter to classic sci-fi fantasy like Star Wars, Flash Gordon, John Carter of Mars, and Dune, without making seem like i am just stealing it but using aspects for familiarity.

Hey Nonnie!  DO IT!   Write it!  Every story has roots somewhere. Every epic is standing on the shoulders of it’s predecessors. Write your homage. If you do it well enough the influence of the classics will effect your reader like  a glorious stab wound of nostalgia. 

Go for it! Dive right in! 



“since the day he was born?” that’s quite harsh to say about a ten year old kid.. what did he ever do to you officer gomez? oh and what do you know butch’s father isn’t around.. dead maybe? or hey gomez, got some illegitimate child we don’t know about? hmmmmm? nice eyes, eyebrows, and lips m8.. kinda reminds me of someone.. also freddie for further comparison.. lel


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