just for a chance to make things right

(( Since I’ve seen it on my dash more than usual the past few weeks, I figured I would make it clear that I have zero tolerance for sexual content with underage characters. This also applies to loli and shota characters who are older than they look. I don’t care if a character is 1000 years old mentally, I still don’t want to see someone in a child’s body being sexual.

Yeah, sometimes underage characters will make lewd remarks or have perverted thoughts. So do underage people in real life. But I don’t want to see them acting on those thoughts.

If I see you RPing a character that is underage or that looks underage doing sexual or incredibly suggestive, chances are that I’ll just unfollow you right there. I’m fine with cute fluffy things, but when I’m looking at children feeling each other up I feel nothing but disgust and discomfort.

And yes, this applies whether you’re RPing the underage character or RPing with the underage character. And it doesn’t matter if both of the characters are underage or if just one is, because either way I’m going to have to unfollow if I don’t want to feel physically sick.

This is for my own comfort and if you insist on trying to challenge me on this, I’m probably going to end up blocking you as well. Questions are fine, but don’t try to tell me I’m wrong or to change my mind, because you’re not going to be able to change it. ))

Les Amis & Co. as Doctor Who quotes

Because WHY NOT?

  • Enjolras:  "You don’t just give up. You don’t just let things happen, you make a stand! You say no! You have the guts to do what’s right, even when everyone else just runs away!“                                                                           
  • Combeferre: "You want weapons? We’re in a library! Books! The best weapons in the world! Arm yourselves.”                                                                              
  • Courfeyrac: "900 years of time and space and I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important.”                                                                                             
  • Jehan: “We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?”                        
  • Joly: “Your chances of survival are about one in a thousand. So here’s what you do. You forget the thousand, and you concentrate on the one.”               
  • Bossuet: “Do what I do. Hold tight and pretend it’s a plan!”                                         
  • Bahorel: “Demons run when a good man goes to war.”                                           
  • Feuilly: “And do you know what you do with all that pain? Shall I tell you where you put it? You hold it tight, ‘til it burns your hands. And you say this: no one else will ever have to live like this. No one else will ever have to feel this pain. Not on my watch.”                                                                        
  • Grantaire: “It’s like loving the stars themselves. You don’t expect a sunset to admire you back.”                                                                                        
  • Marius: “I am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes, the dreamer of improbable deams.”                                                            
  • Cosette: “The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”                                                                                                          
  • Eponine: “The darkest day, the blackest hour. Chin up, shoulders back. Let’s see what we’re made of, you and I.”                                                                 
  • Musichetta: “Don’t give up. Not ever. Not for one single day. Be safe, if you can be. But always be amazing.                                                                 
  • Montparnasse: "Robbin’ a bank. Robbin’ a whole bank. Beat that for a date.”                                                                                                              
  • Gavroche:  “So who’s in charge now? I need to know who to ignore.”
I Love Hanzo And No One Can Convince Me Otherwise

So not gonna lie, I was pretty damn salty toward Hanzo for a long time, But the more I think about it and the more I watch the Dragons short, the more I realize that all my salt was misplaced

Now, Hanzo has done some pretty not-good things, that’s a given. But the majority of Overwatch characters have. And I don’t see people hating on McCree for all his gang activity. If it were All Good Decisions All The Time, then it would make for pretty boring lore. But we’re just focusing on Hanzo right now.

Let’s start with the Shimada Clan as a whole. Clearly up to some shady business. That’s our first strike against Hanzo. But the clan was his family. It was the life he was born into, chances are it was all he knew. How many times have you been in a situation where your parents were pressuring you into doing something, but you couldn’t really refuse because they’re your parents? And considering what the Family Business consisted of, it doesn’t really seem like a good idea to disobey. Because someone did try that once. And look what happened to him.

Originally posted by angelnamine

This is the part people always get on his ass about. “He killed Genji! Therefore he is a terrible person!!”

Now don’t get me wrong. This probably could have been handled better. And I do not condone killing your siblings, kiddos. But the Clan was clearly very strict, or else they never would have ordered to have Genji killed in the first place. Not to mention the fact that Genji was very young (Estimated around 25) when it happened. I mean I can only speak from my own experiences, but I don’t know many twenty-something-year-olds that really have their lives together. Especially when their family doesn’t really have to worry about financial things, which the Shimadas clearly never did.

So we’ve got Hanzo, who’s been given an order. He realizes that this is what happens if you disobey. And chances are, they Clan knows that they’re putting this thought into his head. It’s not only a punishment for Genji, but a warning to Hanzo, as well. “You may be the Master of the Clan, but you are not all-powerful”. 

He’s left with two choices: Kill Genji himself, or allow the Clan to kill both of them.

And really, these are the only two options he can see. After all, the Clan isn’t exactly filled with nice people or amateurs. If they want Genji dead, he will end up dead. And if Hanzo refuses, then he’ll only share his brother’s fate.

Originally posted by lenasoxtons

So he does as he’s told. But that makes him realize that the Clan, everything he’s worked for his entire life, isn’t what he thought it was. He spends years mourning, regretting what he’s done, to the point where he risks his life in order to honor the one he took. He knows that the Clan has been sending assassins after him, but he still goes to the same place every year. 

But he doesn’t want to admit that he’s hurting. In a crime family, you have to distance yourself. Any negative emotion can be used against you when you need to remain focused. And that’s where another argument against him comes into play.

“Hey my brother is actually alive? Cool, now I can trY TO KILL HIM AGAIN”

Originally posted by esteljune

He’s tense, he’s angry. And honestly? He has a right to be both of those things. Not only was Genji alive for all these years while he was mourning him, but then Genji shows up one night out of the blue, taunting him about what happened and pretending that he’s an assassin. Which is seriously a dick move.

But there’s more to what Hanzo’s feeling, and major kudos to the animators for being able to capture it. 

He’s fighting someone whom he assumes is trying to kill him, and suddenly the “stranger” reveals a technique that no one else should have.

Originally posted by esteljune

There’s shock, there’s confusion. Who is this person? How can he do this? But then, just a split second of something else. “Could it possibly be him?” But of course it can’t be. Genji is dead, there has to be another answer.

But Genji’s not dead. And when he reveals himself, we’re met with another onslaught of emotion.

Originally posted by darkwolffe

Skepticism, astonishment, the thought that maybe, just maybe, things could be okay. There’s even the tiniest traces of a smile toward the end. This is a man discovering that he is not alone against the world anymore.

But then, what does Genji do? He has just insulted Hanzo, re-opened wounds that were still healing, made him believe that his life was at stake. Only to tell him he was alive, give a quick “I forgive you”, and proceed to leave.

This forgiveness is, presumably, a decade in the making. But Hanzo has only known about his brother’s survival for a few seconds. Less than a minute before, he was under the impression that he was going to die. 

Originally posted by maneljavier

So of course he’s angry about this. But this is where his past comes back into play. As I said, the Clan deals with crime, and emotions that could be seen as weak have no place. 

What I’m getting at is that Hanzo doesn’t know how to express what he’s feeling.

So he does it in the only way he knows how. He lashes out, he draws his weapon, he gets angry

But here’s the thing. Genji’s back was to him. He could have fired that arrow. But he didn’t. He lets Genji leave, and he’s left to try and sort out everything that’s running through his head.

Originally posted by kaizeriin

And it will take time. But if what we see in the Reflections comic is any indication, he’s working toward forgiving himself. One step at a time.

Originally posted by mlmhanzo


Twitter is full of a lot of things; trolls, youtubers, dog memes, trump drawing things, alt right nazis, good comedic timing and celebs. But sometimes you can just happen chance on a really kick ass artist.

To keep it short and sweet, Akshay B. Varaham   is a 19 year old Hindu/Muslim who is currently attending LCAD. Their art is bright, alluring and captivating. Akshay’s art makes me wonder why some major art studios don’t explore stories within cultures like in South East Asia. There’s some really beautiful folklore and religious tales that is clearly illustrated by Akshay that could not only make for better stories, but for more diverse representation.

The last illustration in this features is of their webcomic; PUU. It’s a romance involving two Muslim men who are gay, living in India. If you’re enamored with flowers, then you need to check it out asap.

Check them out from the links below- jeriorliz 

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yuuri katsuki w/ perpetually cold hands

- him sneaking up on people and putting his freezing fingers on their faces because he loves how startled they get
- phichit being the main target for these attacks because 1) it gets him every time and 2) yuuri can catch him right as he takes a selfie and the pic always looks ridiculous
- yuuri never apologizing but just smiling mischeviously because he never regrets it ever
- not even that one time yurio almost decked him bc his natural reaction to getting startled is to hit the thing that disturbed his peace
- he uses it to make the triplets stop being brats by like putting his hands on the backs of their necks so they chance subjects to “yuuri get your freezingg hands off of us p le ase oh my god”
- his hands get numb after skating because they were already cold to begin with
- victor warming yuuri’s hands up for him in his own hands or pockets or whatever
- this results on victor also being a target for yuuri’s ice hands
- he’d be good to have around on a hot day because u can just put his hands on ur face and they cool u down


yuuri with cold hands

EDIT: bonus if he has rlly cold feet too (I’ll leave it up to your imaginations)

anonymous asked:

Hi, can I ask you a question? Do you support lesbianslovelouis and if so, why? I’m sending this to quite a lot of blogs because I would like to hear your individual opinions. I’m asking this because right now, whether people want it or not, Amy represents the Larrie side of the fandom. I know not all Larries are as extreme her, but people are staying silent about her actions, which makes them just as guilty. So if you don’t agree with her, I hereby give you the chance to speak out about it.

Anon you haven’t listed anything that would give me a topic other than ‘supporting Amy for being Amy’.

You didn’t go into specifics, so I’m trying to build my answer from the indirected bits and pieces you left here.

If you mean EXTREME as being a key organiser in charity drives then you’re right, not all larries are key organisers and all my respect is hers!!

If you mean EXTREME as spending her money on things that make her happy (be that Sailor) then I think we can agree we all are ‘extreme’ because I also like to spend my money on things that make me happy. Maybe you’re not?

Her actions? What do you mean by that? Buying urls? That’s legal and anyone can do it. She didn’t harm anyone and she sure isn’t making money off a baby unlike the Jungwirths. 

 If you’re asking if I support her outrage in Brett’s dangerous brainless act of giving out her personal data then she damn fucking has my support. I was a victim of having my personal pic posted by the fucking antis and I was ready to call as many people until I would find a person to help me get my minor kid out of an antis website therefore I can completely imagine how she must’ve felt when she was told what Brett did. She’s the victim here regardless of anything you might be referring to. 

Which again, you weren’t specific and I’m sensing some indirect vibes here and if that’s the case you came to the wrong blog because I’ll never stone anyone for doing what they like and living their lives how they chose to. 

Even if it happens to the biggest anti it’s not okay to get their personal data revealed. I think this side of the fandom made it plenty clear that we don’t support breaking the law, stalkers, violating privacy, abuse, bullying and all kinds of levels of harassment. She didn’t do any of that, in fact it was done AGAINST her and you’re here asking if I support her. Are we having an opposite day?

Amy didn’t do a single thing that would make me question her genuineness. 

Unlike you, anon. 

Lastly, now that you provided me the chance to “speak up” let me grab this opportunity and thank Amy for her money, time and efforts put into the charity drives and for making this fandom a better place.

Thank you Amy! @lesbianslovelouis


Magnus’ words to Alec made me shiver.

In not so many words, Magnus told Alec so much:

That Alec always finds the way to face challenges and he always will;

That even if Alec doubts at the beginning, even if he’s insecure, he will always do the right thing at the end;

How proud Magnus is of Alec for calling off his wedding, not because Alec’s decision gave him a chance with Magnus, but because it gave him a chance to choose his own happiness over everything else;

That Alec will do literally everything to make what he thinks is right, even putting himself in danger (and here Magnus’ face looks troubled, because even the idea of losing Alec is unbearable), just because he thinks it’s the right thing to do.

Probably nobody else before Magnus gave such a passionate speech to defend Alec. To defend Alec’s will and strength, not only physical but moral. And here’s Magnus, his words full of honesty, his face full of belief —a very strong, passionate belief— in what he’s saying. Magnus knows who Alec is and how worth he is, and he will defend Alec from anyone who say that Alec is less than that. Even from Alec himself. Specially from Alec himself.

The best thing? Magnus truly believes in what he’s saying.

I just hope Alec will be able to believe it soon, too.

who the fuck cares if people are ‘forcing’ diversity. i have to force myself to get out of bed to go to school in the morning but just because you have to make a conscious and active effort doesn’t magically stop it from being the right thing to do. chances are if you don’t think any kind of social change should be ‘forced’ youve never tried to enact any social change, idiot

Pssst, Fictionkin:

Want to know what makes me happy?

Somewhere out there, my favorite fictional characters, especially the ones who’s lives weren’t what they wanted them to be, are getting another chance.

Maybe they’re shopping.

Maybe they’re watching silly youtube videos.

Maybe they’re laughing with friends, or playing a favorite game, or driving to work, or making dinner.

So wherever you are, fictionkin, whatever you’re doing, just know that you’re what everyone hoped for, a new chance for the character that they love!

All I Want for Christmas (Part 4/5)

Bucky x Reader AU

Summary – You’ve put your career ahead of everything else in life. Then you meet a guy that makes you want to believe in love again, but he’s not interested in you.  What happens when Fate decides you deserve a second chance?  

Warnings – Fire

Word Count – 2,054

Notes –   She’s really trying to make things right!  Maybe this time!!  I hope you enjoy!  Merry Christmas!!  As always, please feel free to leave me comments or asks to let me know what you thought!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5


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Originally posted by music-is-love-4ever



I don’t want a lot for Christmas
This is all I’m asking for
I just wanna see my baby
Standing right outside my door

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is you

All I want for Christmas is you, baby

You weren’t even surprised anymore as you listened to the song end and Rick and Lola start talking.  You turned off the radio, sick of listening to the same banter.  


You grabbed your phone and shot Tony a quick text, telling him that you were taking the day off.  It was a few minutes before he replied.  You finished making the bed before checking the message.

“That’s perfect!  I’m at a ski resort with Pepper.  She came back!  Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas to both of you!”

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highlights of 4x02
  • Ilian is a bean and I love him already
  • Kabby 4ever holy shit that was cute
  • like Marcus recognizing the importance of Abby keeping her ring and not trying to override Jake’s presence in her life is SO GOOD
  • Octavia looks hot af
  • Monty’s so smart my baby I love him
  • Jasper’s shower scene
  • Raven’s awkward little “gooo”
  • “There’s nobody I trust more to do this than you” PRINCESS MECHANIC RISE
  • honestly Jaha isn’t that bad like he made shitty choices but so has everyone and he was just trying to help. and now he’s recognizing the wrong he has done and how he has to live with it and he wants to make things better so let’s just give him a chance guys!!
  • I missed happy Jasper and tbh he has a point…but also give my girl Clarke a break she’s trying so hard
  • Bellamy’s faith in Raven makes my heart sing
  • that was such a tough choice on Bellamy but I think he made the right one!! “we save who he can save today” my boy sticking to his guns
  • also Harper was so great this episode
  • AND Monty was too!!! being faced with the opportunity to kill his father’s murderer and instead freeing the slaves so they could do it…dark decision but honestly so intriguing I love him
  • Abby willfully giving up her ring and moving on to Marcus but also not forgetting her husband…good shit I tell ya
  • assassin!Octavia is not necessarily something I condone but…I am quite interested in seeing where/how far she goes
  • Bellamy definitely just adopted that little girl
  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: I really don't understand Nancy's letters at the end of the game. She always seems to write them when she solves the mystery, meaning right when she's about to go home, but that doesn't make sense for several reasons. First off, people tend not to write paper letters anymore. Most people will use email because letters are slow. Not to say that Nancy can't be old school, but if she's really writing these letters right when she finishes the mystery, before she goes home, chances are Nancy's going to hop on her plane, get to River Heights, and see Ned/Bess/Hannah/whomever in person long before the letter arrives, making the letter useless. Unless she gets home and her friends are like "Nancy, what happened with that case of yours?" and she's like "Well I have a letter explaining the whole thing heading to you in the mail, so you'll just have to wait and see!" I suppose there are a few cases where Nancy stays for a couple days after solving the mystery, so the letter would make a little sense in that case, but this is pretty rare. Second, there are a bunch of instances where Nancy talks about what happens in the aftermath with each of the characters. Mostly this is fine, sometimes she'll talk about what the person is doing months in the future. Like "______ moved here," or "______ got a new job," "_______ has been really successful," or whatever, and then she talks about how they're loving it, but like?? Nancy??? How long have you stuck around to know how their doing in their new job/home/relationship? I don't think she usually stays for months later so how would she know this information? Or is Nancy for some reason writing these letters from home, months after the mystery? But if this is the case, why write a letter at all when she is in the same town as the person it is addressed to? She could just tell them in person. No need to write a letter. Or even if she did, wouldn't her friends already know most of the letter's contents, assuming Nancy told them about the case? Third, all the letters where Nancy goes into great detail about things she uncovers in the mystery and then follows up with, "oh and by the way, all of this is top secret and I took an oath to never tell a living soul what I just told you, so maybe don't mention this to anyone else :)". She just gives her friends classified information like it's nothing. She doesn't even tell them in private, she just writes it down where anyone could later get their hands on it and read it. And don't even get me started about the photos Nancy sends her friends! Some of them are just awkward pictures of people from the case. So did Nancy just ask, "hey, can I take your picture to send to my boyfriend?" That's weird, Nancy! Or some are pictures of random objects. Does she think to herself, "Yeah, my housekeeper would really like to see this picture of this footprint I found"? And then of course there are the pictures where there would be no way Nancy could ever get the picture in the first place. Like pictures of the culprit smirking evily. Nancy would either have to get that picture before she solved the mystery, in which case why would they be smirking evily if they're still pretending to be good, or she would have to ask them to pose for the picture as they're being arrested or something. Then there are the pictures of the culprit doing something shady or actually committing some crime. If Nancy had a picture of that, she would have had the mystery solved long ago. Or she asked them to pose, which is pretty unlikely. All in all the letters just don't make sense and there are so many problems with them.
  • GQ: How are you not afraid of a Trump presidency? Help us feel better.
  • Chance: You gotta just understand, like, shit has been fucked-up, right? Like, “Make America Great Again,” that’s not a real thing because shit ain’t really switched up for them. It’s not really going that bad for you. If you feel like you’re the under-represented, under-appreciated side of Middle America that is white—quote me—you need to, uh, toughen up, nigga! Somebody gotta punch you in the chest, because shit is sweet for you. You know what I’m saying? I would say to everybody, you know, the world is coming together. Like there’s—every day people are becoming more and more, I’m not using this word in terms of emotion, but sensitive to real issues and—
What is Julie’s pattern? | A Theory

Note: This is super long and ranty and I probably ramble and make zero sense. But I hope some of you still kinda get where I am going with this? It’s also 1am but I just felt compelled to write this now. haha good luck.

Okay so for like ever we have all kinda assumed that the pattern with the mains for each season of Skam has been that they are all in the same year. Which makes sense right? So far the thing Eva, Noora, and Isak have all had in common has been that their all ‘99′ers. People have argued that this pattern makes the chances for an Even season extremely unlikely….buuuuuuuttt 

What if this isn’t the pattern? What if there is a different one? 

So recently I found myself having a revelation about something. Something that connects the season mains with something other than their age.

Eva’s season and the beginning of skam takes us into the first semester of her first year in high school. We see everything and everyone in her perspective. Her point of view. And during this season she meets someone important. Someone who is not only new to Nissen, but new to Oslo. Noora Sætre. Noora’s part in Eva’s story is important. Before she meets her, she has found herself lost and alone, not understanding who she is or who she wants to be. She is in a point in her life where she feels completely worthless. But then Noora enters her life, and instantly we see her through Eva’s eyes as this cool, smart, badass, beautiful girl who has her entire life together and more than that, she helps Eva get hers together too. She helps Eva on her journey of self discovery. and it is because of her friendship with Noora that she finds out who she is and gains enough confidence in her self to stand up for everything she believes in. Noora helps her find who she truly is. 

So then, of course who’s world should we see next other than the girl who we had only seen so far as the cool untouchable girl we along with Eva, wished we all were? Julie literally flips the perspective from Eva to the girl who influenced a lot of the big changes in her life. The new girl who seemed perfect to both Eva and us, suddenly became the main and we saw her as who she really is: Human. 

The beautiful thing Skam does is show us that no matter who you are, or who you think someone else is; we are all dealing and suffering from things that you may not see or expect. No one is perfect, and no one is awful either. There is no black and white in life. Just a lot of grey. And skam shows us this through introducing a character in someone else’s perspective and letting us all assume who they are, based on first impressions in someone else’s eyes; and then bam, Julie literally makes us walk in their shoes and be gobsmacked at how hard their life really is and that we really can’t judge someone from the first glance. 

And so next season, the start of the second year we get Isak who is in a very similar position that Eva was in a year earlier. He is lost, confused, he doesn’t feel like he is being real because well he is scared of who the real him is. He doesn’t even know who the real him is and it both confuses and scares him to the point that he would rather hide behind a facade than to find out….and then he meets a beautiful blonde who is completely new to Nissen and seems to be the most confident, gorgeous, smart and cool person Isak and us have ever met. Oh wait I already wrote this didn’t I? This sounds oddly familiar…wait


Is Even Isak’s Noora? Okay I know, I know. You’re probably rolling your eyes and thinking i’m making something out of nothing but like hear me out okay? 

Even, like Noora, shakes things up for Isak. He makes Isak finally discover who he truly is and accept it. He helps him actually begin his journey of growing and discovering not just who he is but what it means to love, and live. To let go of the fear of an uncertain future and appreciate everything he has in this moment. Even helps Isak learn his big season lesson. Just like Noora helped Eva. 

And just like Noora, we along with Isak get a very glamorous first impression of Even. He is literally introduced as the sexy, confident, extremely cool new kid. He is charming and charismatic and omg I wish I was just as cool as him, he is perfect,


he is not. And Julie proved this to us briefly in the final episodes of season 3 but I don’t think that’s enough. Just like in Eva’s final episodes we saw Noora’s perfect stance begin to crack as William flirted with her and she….actually…??? liked it? and then with Even we saw a glimpse of how much he truly suffers. he’s not perfect, he is also human. 

And now I feel like if he became the next main, Julie would be continuing a pattern. A pattern where the hero of the story becomes an actual human being who makes mistakes, suffers from pain and feels just as insecure and alone as anybody else. 

I assume people will argue with me on this but I feel like Noora was Eva’s hero in her story. The person who she formed a strong relationship with (along with the beautiful girl squad) and who helped her through her journey of self discovery.

and then beautiful Even of course saved Isak in a way where he gave him a reason to stop being fake and truly live life. He helped him accept who he truly is and stop fearing of what the future will bring. Just live in the minute with the people you love and who love you back. Even was the hero in Isak’s story. 

And now like we did with Noora, we will get some back story, we will learn his struggles and weaknesses and the things that keep him up all night in a sheer panic. the things he can’t shake. We will see what it is like to live with an illness that convinces him he is unworthy of love and life. We will see Even in the way he sees himself. We will feel everything he feels, everything he sees this world to be. We will again learn not to make assumptions on people, because he will truly show us that he is more than the cool dude we saw walking in slow motion back in the beginning of season 3. He is just like you and me: Human.

I don’t know perhaps I’m delusional but I can definitely see a pattern here? It is actually so clever and beautiful how Julie shows us different sides to each character based on personal perception. Because that is so real? that is so true to think something of someone but then when you get to know them, listen to them and try to see the world in their eyes; well everything changes. You see them in another light and it is beautiful. Skam is beautiful and I really hope we get an Even season. 

Oh my Gosh congratulations you actually made it to the end? ahhh omg here is a panda 🐼 

💜 Thank you for reading this beast 💚

Creepypasta #1010: Playgrounds Aren't Safe, Secure Spaces, Even When Supervised

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I was just up to the mountain and looked at it, but I felt nothing weird. I even went so far as to go up right next to it. Didn’t go down it though, I’m not taking any chances. I guess this was a freak one time thing - if it really happened. But it does make you wonder how common it is.

I recently moved into a new apartment and on the day of the move, I met the former tenant who said he wanted to take a last look at the apartment before “leaving permanently”. He was very polite and so I invited him in for a cup of coffee and a talk. Now, I work pretty hectic night shifts as a croupier and during the day I study for some courses in college, which puts me in a state of constant tiredness. But this man was on another level of tired. His eyes, even as he looked at me while talking, weren’t really looking. It’s like his body took every chance to rest it could; between each breath, each heartbeat, and not activating the eyes unless absolutely necessary. I estimate he was in his early thirties, but he had the posture of a 70-year old with a bad back. I guess there are some types of tiredness that no amount of caffeine can cure.

He walked around in the empty apartment, dragging his hand against the wall as he moved. On some places he stopped entirely and just stood there, as if he were channeling the memory for that exact spot from the wall. After ten minutes or so of walking around, he stopped and went back to sit on one of the moving boxes right next to me.

“I need to tell this to someone before I go” he said. The story is exactly as he told it to me, and I remember it so well because I don’t know what to make of it.


My wife and I were in our late 20’s when we moved into this apartment earlier this year with our daughter, Elsa, who was a little over two years old, after having lived with my mother-in-law in her house. Yes, I know how it sounds but it isn’t exactly easy to find an apartment in Stockholm. However, luck struck down on us and we managed to get a small flat in a newly built, semi-affluent neighborhood with low crime rate, which was perfect for us. It was a little cramped, I admit, and would be even more so as we were expecting our second child. But the area was great and close to communications so there was really no reason to complain.

Ever since I graduated college I had been looking for work. However, looking for work doesn’t take an entire day, which meant I had a lot of spare time on my hands. My wife then suggested that we should keep Elsa more at home, and that instead of dropping her off at daycare, she would spend Fridays at home. I wasn’t completely sold on the idea at first as I was constantly tired because I did most of the chores at home, as well as taking care of Elsa since my wife was in constant pain because of the pregnancy and couldn’t walk really far (or fast!).

After a while though, I started to enjoy it. We would go out to different parks in the area or make a trip somewhere, and because we got out around lunch, there’s always very little people in the parks and often we’re even alone. I think her favorite trip to this day was to the aquariums at the royal gardens. She got so excited with the large fish swimming around that she was constantly giggling and running around, pointing at things. And her small lips and bright white teeth formed the most adorable smile you can imagine. She had the cutest little face, framed in large strands of strawberry-blonde hair.

One Friday when we were out walking, I noticed a set of stairs I had never seen before. It was pretty close to where we live, on a path that goes behind a small industrial area and eventually leads to one of our regular parks. We hadn’t taken that exact path for some time, but in front of the stairs was a sign that said: “Building a new park on Nyboda Mountain, finished 2016.” The stairs looked like they were placed there yesterday, with no spots or old chewing gum on them, and the green paint on the railings seemed to just have dried.

“Elsa, want to go to a new park?” I asked. 


“Okay, let’s go up these stairs first and then we can play.” 

“Stairs first!” she exclaimed before she jumped onto the first step. She was just learning and picking up new words, so this was what her sentences looked like.

We started our ascent up the eight(!), long flight of stairs; but boy was it worth it when we got up there. At first I didn’t notice the playground, the view was just too good. You could see most of the old parts of town, as well as various other landmarks. It wasn’t until Elsa started shouting at me that I came to. The playground was indeed newly built, with a number of fresh, unspoiled things and toys to play with. And we were all alone.

“Daddy come!” she shouted as she beckoned me over to the swings. “Elsa swing!” 

“Okay honey!” I shouted back and as I started to swing, her face lit up more and more.

She really liked to swing, even though she would look grumpy most of the time. But if you asked her if she wanted to come off the answer was almost always “No!”. We played with the swings and various other things in the park, and if there ever was a father-daughter moment that should be caught on camera; this was it.

After a while, Elsa spotted a large tunnel slide at the outskirts of the park, slightly hidden behind some trees. It was massive. “Is this really for kids?” was my first thought. The metallic pipe started on top of a large wooden structure that almost looked like a tower and then descended about six meters, with a curve in the middle, before finally ending. Elsa skipped towards it while letting out a joyful scream. 

“No way,” I thought. “She hates slides, even the small regular ones, yet she runs towards this beast?!” I didn’t need to worry though, as she grabbed a couple of sticks and a couple of pine cones right before climbing the wooden tower.

“Sticks slide!” she said. 

“Ahh, you want the sticks and pine cones to go down the slide?” I asked, sounding like an old college professor. “Mhmm.”

She then took one of the sticks and threw it in, saw it disappear and heard the metallic echo it produced as it bounced down. She started laughing, threw a cone and then had me do the same. It is moments like these we live for. Not a care in the world, just throwing sticks and cones down a slide. Nothing more, nothing less.

When everything was thrown we went down to pick it up, but then I noticed that only the pine cones had made their way down. I assumed the sticks got stuck in there somewhere. Not that it mattered to Elsa, she grabbed the rest of the cones and ran back up to the tower again. When we had thrown all of the pine cones a second time, Elsa said: “Daddy go slide.”

“Do you want daddy to go down the slide?” 


“Do you want to ride with daddy? Sit in daddy’s lap?” 

“No. Daddy go slide.”

“Got damn it.” I thought. As an adult man I should have no problem with this, but the slide felt intimidating somehow.

“Okay…” I said as I started to climb into the tube and positioned myself. It didn’t feel right. “Do you really want daddy to go down the slide?” I asked as I was sitting on the edge. 

“Yes!” she replied with enthusiasm and a face shining like the sun. 

“All right then…”

I took my hands off the cold, metallic surface and felt how gravity started working its magic. Before I knew it, I had picked up speed and was rushing down into the darkness. Then, as I reached the curved area, I could hear desperate screams coming from the entrance.

“Daddyyy!” Followed by a metallic clanking sound somewhere above me.

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It’s scary, not knowing what’s going to happen next. And the things we do know now—just how bad it can get—almost makes it all worse.

You told me once that bad things just happen. You were angry when you said it, and I didn’t want to listen. But you were right. Bad things do happen, all the time. Every day. Which is why I’m out here: to do whatever I can, wherever I can, and hopefully do some good.

We’ve all lost something, and I’ve seen what loss can do to people. But if we gave up every time we lost, then we’d never be able to move forward. We’d never have a chance to see what beautiful things the future might have waiting for us. We’d never have the strength to change, whether it’s ourselves or the world around us. And we’d never be there for other people who might one day be lost without us.

This is what we were training for…to be the ones to stand up and do something about all the bad in the world. Because there are plenty of people out there who are still lost, and even more who will try to gain everything they can from their sorrow.

Believe me when I say: I know it can feel impossible, like every single day is a struggle against some unstoppable monster we can never hope to beat. But we have to try—if not for us, then for the people we’ve already…

…then for the people we haven’t lost yet.

—  Ruby Rose, “No Safe Haven”
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The blue glow of your alarm clock, the silver of the moon, the green of your paint, the yellow of the awful florescent lights; the colors seem to run together as your eyes stare unfocused at the canvas before you.

It’s nearly three in the morning and you’ve been trying for hours to finish one last painting, the finishing touch to your final project. But try as you may, the brush feels like a lead weight in your hand and the colors, no matter how carefully you mix them, never come out just right. You have a deadline to meet for this project and a million more things to do once you’re finished but no matter how many times those reminders cross your brain, you can’t make yourself work any faster.

It doesn’t help that you’ve been eyeing the spare canvas in the corner, ready to paint just for the love of your craft. You’ve been so busy working on project after project that it doesn’t seem as if you’ll ever get a chance to just feel the joy of freely putting a brush to canvas.

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The holidays came and went, and while you had many opportunities to wear the racy gift your boss had given you, you hadn’t chanced to put it on.

Every time you attempted to, it just…didn’t feel right.

After the new year, your boss was keen on giving you some time off. You argued with him on it, saying that someone needed to take care of the home and make sure things were in order, and he reassured you that he was a big boy and could take care of himself.  You batted back that he couldn’t before you came along, and that it would make only for much more work after your vacation, and he assured you that people could change.

So, you relented.

You would have vacation starting on the 29th, and you wouldn’t lay a finger on anything that wasn’t yours to clean yourself in the home until January 29th.

You claimed that it was much too long of a vacation, but your boss wouldn’t budge.

So, once again, you relented.

You found yourself doing that a lot more.


It’s not innately in your nature.  You buck up to anyone that says anything.  You disturb the order, protest for peace, stand your ground when you believe someone it attempting to dictate your life when they have no position to do as such.

Did you give that position to Thomas?

You had no problems bucking up to him when you were still in your hotel.

Had things changed?

You didn’t…feel…subservient to him.  You didn’t feel as if you were just his maid, or just his housekeeper.  Maybe you weren’t bucking back because you felt registered as his equal.


You guessed people could change.

Waking up on the morning of the 29th, you hear the odd sound of silence as you stretch and look over, realizing that it was almost 11 AM.

You smiled at the idea that you were still in bed at 11 AM.

You began to stare at the ceiling and wondered what to do with your day.  You could get showered and dressed up, or book yourself for a spa.  You could go stuff your face with all of the finest foods London has to offer.

Or you could do a pajama day.

Now that idea made you smile.

Fruit, cheeses, lots of wine, and good movies.  All while wearing pajamas.

Springing from your bed as your naked form flows to your bathroom, you splash some water in your face and flip your hair over, tousling it before taking a deep breath and looking in the mirror.

You took a shower last night.  If you’re gonna have a pajama day, go all out for it.

Running over to your dresser, you yank out your pajama drawer as you rifle around for a set to wear for the day.

But your hands stop on the cool, silky material.

Pulling it from the confines of the bottom of the drawer, your heart felt a little guilty for sticking such a beautiful piece of work down at the bottom to be trampled by your large t-shirts and your plaid pajama pants.

Could you wear it all day?

Did you dare put it on?

Smiling mischievously, you pull the beautiful red fabric over your head as it falls right above your knees, sashaying over your thighs as you hike your breasts up into the intricately-designed cups that were installed on the beautiful spaghetti-strapped gown.

And then you threw the thin, silk robe over your shoulders and tied it in the middle.

Even you were astounded as to how well it fit you and flattered your body.

Shaking the thought of who purchased it for you from your mind, you slip on your comfortable black house-shoes as you throw your door open and go gallivanting down the stairs.

There was a bottle of wine you had purchased a couple of months ago, and you had had your eye on it for a couple of weeks now.

Popping the cork and pouring the luscious red wine into a decanter to breathe, you begin plating a large plate full of grapes and slices of cheeses and apples, and when you turn around to grab yourself a wine glass, your eyes catch a figure standing next to the decanter.

And it stops you dead in your tracks.

Staring at him as his eyes grace down your form, he no longer attempts to hide the predatory stare of lust.

It’s only when his eyes reach back up to yours that you see the veil of innocence drift back over his irises.

“Enjoying your vacation thus far?” he lulls.

You had to swallow the knot in your throat in order to answer him.

“Yes, Mr. Thomas.  Very much so.  I-I-I uh,…”

What the hell was this stuttering thing?

And your boss seemed very amused.

“Pajama day?” he asks.

“Yes.  With some, uh…snacks and movies,” you finally manage to get out.

“Sounds…delightful,” he muses with a smile on his face.

The way he chewed that word…delightful…rang in your head for what seemed like an eternity before you felt the plate of food being lifted from your hands.

“Mind if I join you?” he asks as he pops a grape into his mouth.

“Not at all,” you breathe.

“Alright.  I’ll take this and the wine,” he says as he reaches for the decanter, “and you just bring the two wine glasses.”

“Okay,” you breathe as you watch him walk away from you.

And that’s when you noticed it.

That’s when you noticed that he was only in a plain white t-shirt…

…and his boxers.

okay so i scrolled by some bluepaladin!allura art and i just. can’t stop thinking about it and it’s implications???

like look i literally believe the blue lion and lance are SOULMATES but i adore the ideas of blackpaladin!lance having to focus more on his serious side and doing his best to pull the team together and being maybe not the leader they want but the leader they need

and allura getting a chance to relax and have fun, to be part of voltron for real but not be so focused and stressed all the time about making the right choices and doing the right thing - being a supportive presence for lance, guiding him, but at the end of the day lance is in charge and it’s his call and that so freeing for allura, this is the happiest she’s been since she woke up

honestly just fuck me up


Sophie has the other half and they were just talking about how it takes a toll on her body and that she might die. And Izetta’s grandmother told her that the stone basically consumes the life of a witch. So if Izetta takes it and uses it, isn’t there a chance this could mess her up? :(

Not to mention the obvious threat Sophie and the Germanians pose.

I don’t think Finé would consider it a victory if her country was liberated but Izetta died making that happen. I think she would be absolutely devastated and guilt ridden for life. But Izetta seems hellbent on making things right, she doesn’t care about what happens to her, she only wants to help Finé win the war.

This is love guys.