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Love’s Truest Language by @summerwinefics

The first part was meant as a joke. He didn’t really expect Harry to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck out’ blow.

“Where’s your order forms, then?”

“I don’t want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him.

Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?”


So Here We Are by @sweariwouldnt

Louis isn’t sure if they’re keeping on or giving up.

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A Few Of My Favourite Things by @sweariwouldnt

Harry and Louis do cat sitting.


Them Butterflies by @gaycousinlarry

To sum it all up - Louis is beautiful. Breathtakingly so. And Harry can’t find it in himself to even question the fact that he thinks so. Louis is mesmerising, nearly magnetic with all the energy bouncing off of him. Harry doesn’t know what to make of it, but he knows he doesn’t want this night to end.

This is the extraordinarily ordinary AU where Harry falls in love for the first time and Louis learns how to fall in love all over again.


It Had To Be You by @fullonlarrie

A When Harry Met Sally AU.

Harry and Louis are strangers who share the drive from Chicago to NYC after college. They don’t have anything in common, don’t get along, and at the end of their trip, they’re both glad to say goodbye. During a chance meeting five years later, they find that nothing has changed, and they part ways expecting never to see each other again. Ten years after their first meeting, Louis and Harry meet once again, but this time they become friends. Eventually, things get complicated.


Your Love Was Handmade by @inked-withlove

There must be a rule book describing in detail how you proceed from being best friends to lovers. That’s what Louis thinks. But maybe, there isn’t a need, Harry decides. Maybe you just follow your instinct and…run your finger down your best friend’s bare back. That should seal the deal for sure.

Or, Harry and Louis are best friends who are also mutually pining, and when a work trip looms in to separate the two of them for three weeks, they finally get their shit together.

anonymous asked:

did you get tickets for the gorillaz concert in philly?! i'm going so if you are too omg it would be like a dream come true to meet you

I wish! The very first cd I ever bought was G Sides, so it’s always been a fansaty of mine to see them live, but I couldn’t justify the price :( I told myself if I could find a place to buy the ticket in real life to avoid the $58 service fee I would maybe swing it, but then again someone messaged me and said all of the prices were gouged because of people buying the tickets and then reselling them? And if that’s the case, that’s really sad and a big bummer to do to people who just want to have a nice night without spending $300, SO ANYWAY, 

I’m sad about it, but my friend’s band is playing in Philly tomorrow night, and I’m actually pretty excited to support my friends and see and house show. 

anonymous asked:

p fgbt idk why ppl are using their gender to justify what u can and cant draw i ts stupid like im a gay du de myself n honestly just draw whatever the hell u want cuz where youre at right now is a peak and youre going in a very good direction just k eep it up

thanks anon Means a lot but i still understand where they’re coming from yu know. like i sympathize with them in a way bc i rlly understand the assumption that every cis girl that draws gay characters is a fujoshi because most of the time that’s the case unfortunately!! The only thing that really bothers me that they can’t see past someones previous actions that have been apologized for and acknowledged numerous times…. idk ppl change! everything is in a constant flux n that applies to people online as well.

Whatever i kno i’ve changed in a big way for the better and that’s all that rlly matters in this … INCREDIBLY subjective argument ppl still try to have wit me.

BUT whatever AND ty for the support anon glad ur diggin my content :D !!!

I don’t want to talk to any “we’ve never been to space” truthers, and I don’t want to go looking at their communities because I think I will find it all too infuriating - but just in case someone on here knows more about the details of their conspiracy (or is willing to look) does anyone know what their explanation is for where the things we send into space go?

Like, “What goes up must come down”, and we “fake” both commercial and scientific launches all the time. So we’ve, objectively and provably, right here on this planet, made thousands of satellites. And we have objectively and provably launched them. If you can follow their trajectory up, you should be able to follow it back down again. If they just fell, someone with a telescope or binoculars and a camera would catch it, especially during the launches, which are heavily watched events. by many nerds and conspiracy theorists of different stripes (from UFOs to plain old space junkies). If the object came back down, certainly we’d see it? Someone could even go out to retrieve it?

Where do they think these Satellites are, if they were sent up, didn’t come back down, but aren’t in space?

I mean, I probably don’t want to know their answer to this, really. I’m sure it’d make me feel like I was dying. I am just baffled. 

What is even the point of intentionally messing up someone’s order? Like, for instance, someone orders a skinny latte and you give them a regular, they order gluten-free bread and you give them wheat, etc. Why? Think about it:

Best case scenario: Nothing happens. If a girl who looks thin already thinks she got a soy but it’s whole milk, she’s not going to gain any weight because one latte won’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. If they just wanted gluten free because they want to try gluten free stuff, but got gluten exactly once, they will never notice. What’s the fun in that? Some dumb, twisted satisfaction at the fact that you lied to someone who trusted you?

Worst case scenario: They have a medical condition that is triggered by certain ingredients, and because your dumb ass gave it to them anyway, they’re going to react to that ingredient horribly. Maybe the skinny girl who ordered sugar free is a type 1 diabetic. Maybe the guy who asked for gluten free has celiac. Maybe they have a life-threatening allergic reaction and you kill someone, all because you get off on intentionally deceiving customers who put their trust in you.

Either way, you’re an asshole.

I never pranked my parents again after the incident.

by reddit user Eigengraulogy

I was 11 years old when it happened.

As a kid, I knew that something wasn’t quite right with the events that unfolded at the time. Even though it was never brought up again under any circumstances by either one of my parents, it’s something that always stuck with me. I can’t say it’s a memory that I tried to suppress seeing as it was always there at the back of my mind, bothering me like an itch that wouldn’t go away unless properly scratched.

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I know a lot of my followers are American and maybe don’t know what’s going on with Scotland/Brexit/independence referendums, and I’m really fucking mad about it, so I wanted to make this post.

Theresa May, the UK Prime Minister, has told us we aren’t allowed to have another Independence Referendum before 2019. Scotland’s first minister, Nicola Sturgeon, had been meeting with the PM to try and negotiate a suitable time for us to take another vote on Independence, and she (along with most Scots I would think, I know I am) is shocked that the PM has turned around and said no to a vote before 2019.

Why do Scotland want another Independence Referendum? We want one because Scotland voted to REMAIN in the EU. We don’t want to leave, and if we stay a part of the UK we will be forced to leave the EU. We don’t want this to happen, we’d rather be a part of the EU than be joined with England any longer. That’s the shortest way to say it, EU > UK.

Why 2019? Nicola Sturgeon and other members of the SNP (Scottish National Party, the party that holds the most chairs in Scotland) have been thinking about making autumn 2019 a good time to hold another referendum. This means, if we chose to leave the UK, Brexit wouldn’t be in full effect yet and we could happily stay in the EU. It’s also far enough away to give everyone a good amount of time to campaign, and think about how they want to vote.

Why has Theresa May said no to 2019? May has said no because she wants to give Scotland an ultimatum. Basically by saying no to 2019 she’s telling us, sure, you can have another vote after that time all you want, but you can’t have it before the whole UK is already out of Brexit. She’s done this because she thinks that us Scots should give Brexit a chance and see what it’s like before we go leaving the UK. It also means Scotland would have to go through the hassle of joining the EU again, and she thinks this will deter us from voting for Independence.

Why is all of this a problem, and y u so mad about it Moody? Well, friends, lemme tell you a thing. First of all Theresa May is the leader of the Conservative Party, a party which out of 59 available House of Commons seats in Scotland, only hold 1. They hold 1 seat. And they’re dictating to us when we can and cannot hold a vote. Forget that she’s the PM for a second. Think about that. 1 out of 59 seats in Scotland, and she’s telling us how to run our country and thinks she understands what the Scottish people want? No.

Secondly, she’s made this decision before she even hears what the SNP have to say on the matter. The SNP are holding a meeting on Wednesday (from me posting this, next week) to talk about another referendum. May doesn’t even know what the SNP fully want to do yet because they haven’t had their meeting yet, and without hearing the SNPs general opinion post-meeting, she has said no. Jumping the gun a bit, huh?

Thirdly, it’s not up to her, it’s up to the Scottish people. I mean sure, she’s the PM, she’s said no to 2019, that was her decision. But what exactly is that achieving? Other than making it harder for Scotland to join back with the EU after we leave the UK. Nothing. She just doesn’t want to deal with Brexit and Scotland leaving the UK at the same time. Learn to multitask, PM, or hand your job over to someone who can.

Scotland want independence because we are sick and tired of having to follow everything England does. The entirety of Scotland voting one way could be overruled by the entirety of London. Just London, one city. We have less say than one English city. We’re sick of this bullshit. Did you know that England’s nuclear weapons program, Trident, is located in Scotland? That’s right, just in case someone decides to bomb us to get rid of our weapons, they put them in Scotland so they’d bomb us instead of England. Tough shit on you if we get our independence, looks like you’ll be having to deal with your own nuclear weapons from now on. Get that shit away from us.

I am angry because my country doesn’t have a say in its own future, I am angry because the English government that rules over us doesn’t give a crap about us, I am angry because we are treated as worthless ‘lesser Englishmen’, when our culture and people are entirely different to England’s. I am angry because I’m tired of the English government shitting all over my country. Fuck you, we want Independence, and delaying it won’t stop it from happening.

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This is one of the most telling moments for Obi-Wan’s character for two reasons:

1.  It’s something of a running theme that Obi-Wan would leave the Jedi Order if he felt the reason was important enough.
2.  Obi-Wan knew exactly how he felt about Satine and how he would have responded if she’d asked him to leave the Jedi to be with her.

This is not someone who was in denial about his feelings or thought that they didn’t have their place on certain paths in life.  This is someone who held back because he is pretty relentless about maintaining boundaries–he will not push her if she doesn’t feel the same way, he’ll wait for her to be ready before he moves forward.

This is how he approaches Anakin as well–he maintains what he thinks are necessary boundaries, he doesn’t push Anakin before he’s ready (trying to respect Anakin’s boundaries, too), he waits for Anakin to come to him, to be ready to talk about what’s troubling him.  He waits for Satine to say the word, because he wants to respect her boundaries as well, he wants for her to be ready to say them, and I don’t think he realizes just how distant he comes off.

And that’s the thing that kills me about Obi-Wan–he feels things so genuinely and truly, but his words and gestures are so understated that they don’t always come across as clearly as he thinks they do.  With someone other than Anakin, this might have been the healthy thing to do, to wait for them to be ready–it’s just that Anakin interprets it as Obi-Wan not caring, when that’s not the case at all, it’s that Obi-Wan absolutely and truly does care about Anakin that makes him so immovable in respecting what he sees as necessary boundaries for Anakin.

(To be fair to Satine, though, how could she have asked him that?  To leave his entire way of life, his home, his culture, his people?  How could she possibly have asked that of him without him offering it first?)

Suga Daddy: Part 4

Suga Daddy: Part 4

Word count: 9k

Genre: smut, angst

So this chapter really means a lot to me so I hope you like it. Let me know if you want. Enjoy! Also, I didn’t have enough time to edit this how I wanted to. Sorry about the mistakes.

parts: one | two | three 




The week had gone by super quickly, much to your dismay. You had hoped for a slow week. You had tried to focus on school and your dance classes. Yugyeom had been a great distraction but sadly he wasn’t over today and neither was Yoongi. You had been so use to him spending the night that when he slept over last night you were shocked not to find him in bed with you. The truth was he had been over every night this week. It was weird to you, he’d hadn’t come over everyday since the beginning. One night you didn’t even have sex, you just cuddled on the couch and made out.

Then again he would barely talk to you. He’d come over and give you some of the best sex, fall asleep holding you and then would be gone once you woke up. You didn’t think much of it though because that’s something you were used to. What you were freaking out about was him texting you everyday about your parents.

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neverlandtm  asked:

This may be a weird question but do you think someone white would be taken more seriously when writing different races and ethnicities if they kept their identity anonymous? I've been writing a book for that is full of different races and ethnic groups. I gave it to an editor & the first thing he said was "way to really reach the diversity quota here, you'll get more readers with this." This hurt. I truly love my characters. I don't want them seen as just a ploy or a bating tactic.

White Privilege, Publishing, and Diversity Quotas

As in most cases, white privilege works in the white author’s favor. More likely to be published in the first place (with or without a diverse cast), more likely to be praised for being inclusive, as seen here, basically the things Writers of Color are accused of and struggle with happen less, if at all, to white authors.

Your editor seeing you as reaching a diversity quota is their flaw, not necessarily that of your writing. Thinking of diversity in terms of quotas is going about it wrong, in my opinion. It’s interesting that your editor does recognize that diversity sells and is seeing the dollar signs, thus “you’ll get more readers for this” but hey. 

Do not write in a way that is a ploy or a bating tactic and you will be fine. 

That is, don’t do any of the following:

  • Write PoC in solely to get more readers, money, pats on the back etc.
  • Under develop your Characters of Color and/or lazily rely on stereotypes
  • Consciously include “just enough PoC” to fit a mental or real diversity quota
  • Feature them at the beginning only to sideline, underplay, or kill them off later.

However, do do the following:

  • Write PoC because being inclusive is important, you want to represent the real world, give people reflections, etc
  • Fully develop your Characters of Color, be mindful of stereotypes and learn how to subvert and avoid them
  • Not concern yourself with quotas but instead just keep in mind your goals for an inclusive cast if it’s not something you do naturally (yet). No magical number required.
  • Allow Characters of Color to live to see happiness. In a world where the “Black person dies first”, it’s rule-breaking to see PoC live sometimes.

There’s always going to be people who see inclusive writing as an attempt to reach a quota, whether that’s viewed negatively or positively. There is no quota! And no need to have to defend your choices as if white people are the only ones who should exist in stories unless it’s some book about a certain group or “the struggle.” As if a cast of all white people is ever scrutinized so closely.

Forget that noise and just write.

~ Colette

Non-verbal forms of communication: pet version

I’ve seen a lot of posts about “littles non-verbal forms of communication” and I thought to myself… most pets are non-verbal, but a lot of people (mainly inexperienced owners) don’t know what to do with a pet that’s being non-verbal. So here is a quick post explaining some (not all) forms of non-verbal ways a pet (mostly canine) communicates and what it means.

SOUNDS:

  • murr/purr/low moan: “I am content and comfortable”
  • growl: “I am feeling threatened/scared”
  • yip/mew: “I want attention/I want to play”
  • whine: “Something is wrong”
  • snarl: “I am very angry/get away from me”
  • bark: “I want attention/I am ready for –”
  • questioning murr: “I am confused/I do not know what to do”
  • howl: “I want my presence to be known/I want my pack”
  • roar: “I am feeling – and cannot express my emotions properly”
  • baying: “I am in pursuit of my prey/toy”
  • whimper: “I do not like the situation I am in/how I am being spoken to”
  • fake sneeze: “I want your attention back”
  • snort: “I have an attitude”

ACTIONS:

  • headbutt: “I want attention/pet me/I’m giving you affection”
  • rolling on back/exposing belly: “I feel safe around you”
  • curled up: “I am feeling insecure/anxious”
  • pawing at: “I want attention”
  • sitting and staring at: “I want something”
  • lowering self to floor, butt up: “Let’s play”
  • playful stance: “I want to play”
  • lowering self, curled up slightly: “I feel threatened/get away from me”
  • teeth bared: “I feel threatened/I am angry”
  • flopping over: “I am content”
  • shaking off: “I am trying to relax/settle down”
  • curling up beside someone while touching them: “I want physical contact”
  • nudging under someone’s hand: “Pet me”
  • swatting at: “Don’t touch me/I don’t want –”

[ * This is just a quick post, these are not all of the sounds a non-verbal will make and this is not the case for every single pet; this is more of a rough guideline. ]

MBTI types based on people I actually know

I got this idea off @entjheda and decided to do it based on the people I know!

ISFP

  • You complete me <3
  • Literally we have reverse functions so you need me too HAHA
  • Will cry if made fun of. May not do it in public. But will come home and cry for hours
  • Appreciates other people’s weirdness and accepts them for who they are
  • My lil bbys essentially

ESFP

  • Stop Trying To Beat Me In Sass
  • might be more funny than me what huh who said that
  • Likes to be the Dad Friend
  • Is not always the Dad Friend
  • Pair them with an INTJ I dare I double dare you
  • Up for literally any form of entertainment ever

ISFJ

  • Mom Friend x 100000
  • Somehow always knows what to say to make you feel better
  • Probably uses witchcraft to do this
  • Very very very very very very emotional
  • But bounces back after a hella long time of Coping

ESFJ

  • Gets offended easily
  • “What do you mean you don’t adhere to the social norms”
  • Worries a lot
  • Just wants harmony and peace 
  • Kind of annoying because Fi v Fe but tries to improve always

ISTJ

  • REALLY LIKES RULES
  • gets stressed out when you don’t adhere to the rules
  • Is actually pretty chill (as long as you keep to the rules)
  • Cares so much when you are upset. Will hug you when you are upset.
  • I wish I appreciated you more when you were around tbh

ESTJ

  • Ne. That’s all I’m going to say.
  • Could be the Dad Friend. Gets yelled at when they try to Dad Friend me though.
  • Responsibilities™
  • Will never leave you on your own drunk and dying in a club (but will make fun of you the morning after)

ISTP

  • Problematic Fave
  • Very Problematic Fave
  • Likes the same weird nerdy obscure shit but hides it under layers of Social Skills Inferior Fe
  • Gets embarrassed very easily
  • Is fun to embarrass very easily
  • Pretends not to care but cares a lot 

ESTP

  • Urgh
  • Why are they so attractive
  • And make you feel so special inside
  • But turns out they are Openly Fuckboiz
  • You knew this all along but you still went for it 
  • Pair with an ENTJ and you get a fun spontaneous bromance 

INTP

  • I’ve met a wide range of INTPs going from extremely stubborn fascist to a good very smart no-nonsense friend
  • Great to live with because they are so quiet 
  • Not even sure if they exist properly because so quiet
  • So nerdy but so unashamed
  • BE MORE SPONTANEOUS AND FUN CARPE THE DIEM

ENTP

  • Absolute partner in crime. 
  • Has the sass and the wit, lacks the planning of anything
  • Strong Independent Woman 
  • Snapchat game is almost better than mine 
  • Needs a lot of introvert time though but its ok they’ll be back

INTJ

  • You guys are deep
  • And you spend a lot of time in your room contemplating the univerise
  • Which is great because we reach the same conclusions except I do it through experiencing the world
  • they’re very loyal when they like you
  • and you definitely know when they Do Not

ENTJ

  • I’ve actually never met another one of me 
  • Which is very weird
  • No wait I do have this one female friend
  • Alpha Female ™
  • Very hardworking and studious and smart but will have minor breakdowns if things don’t go according to plan
  • Will Peer Review you 
  • Without you asking

INFJ

  • emo
  • so emo
  • “I can’t hang out today I feel like you deserve so much better friend than me and am contemplating the universe”
  • Very thoughtful and will remember things you said you liked from 3 months ago
  • Will also get you to somehow spill your deepest darkest thoughts 
  • And then disappear into the night because emo

ENFJ

  • ???????
  • where do you find these
  • seriously I know NO ONE of this type
  • NOT ONE
  • I imagine you’re kinda like Zooey Deschanel
  • In which case pls don’t Manic Pixie Girl around me 

INFP

  • Best Friend ™ and Cinnamon Roll ™ 
  • Really really nervous socially
  • But gives A+ emotional advice
  • Very loyal, but wobbles a bit
  • Needs you to protect them at all times
  • Likes romantic comedies

ENFP

  • Other Best Friend ™ and Cinnamon Roll ™
  • Protect them, they’re naive and oblivious - I’m just going to copy this from someone else because it’s TRUE
  • Literally will overlook anything if you are nice to them once
  • Will be a puddle of tears inside if there is conflict
  • Just wants to be loved 
  • Is loved ferociously

First, I’d like to welcome all the new Batjokes shippers that came from watching the Lego Batman movie. :) If you’re into the fluffy cute side of this normally twisted ship and would like more cute content like you saw in the lego verison, I think the Batjokes in Batman: The Brave and the Bold might be appealing to you as well! :) They even team up in one episode, it’s fantastic. Here’s a clip of it on YT:

Now I’d like to move onto a topic I think is important to be discussed with all these new shippers arriving: if you only like the fluffy cute version of this ship, that’s fine! I understand that a lot of you are not a fan of Joker in most versions (mostly because of how awful he is to Harley) and I completely respect that. You ship what you want to ship!

But I would just like to politely ask you to treat us (a.k.a. people who ship Batjokes in all kinds of versions) with the same respect. I’ve been shipping Batjokes since 2011 and through the years I’ve gotten a lot of hate for shipping it because well … it’s a dark twisted ship (some user even talked shit about me & the ship on their blog after they found out I was shipping it). 

But the darkness of it is also appealing to me and part of the reason I ship it so much. I adore villains (not in a romanticised way – I fully acknowledge they’re awful people) and I loveee exploring complex, fucked up relationships in fiction.

And I’ve already seen people saying that anyone who ships Batjokes outside the Lego verse is problematic and bad. And that makes me really sad. Where do you think that the creators of the Lego movie got their inspiration for the Batjokes we got in it? Batman and Joker have a long history of homoerotic subtext. Some creators even flat out admitted that Joker is in love with Batman. You have to remember that there would be no amazingly adorable Lego Batjokes without its previous versions and their long history.

We’re not bad people for liking Batjokes outside of the Lego version. Everyone knows that a relationship like this is a big no in real life and shouldn’t be supported outside of fiction. Or Joker himself for that matter – he’s a fun entertaining villain but obviously no sane person supports someone like that in real life.

Anyway to conclude this little post, ship what you want to ship and respect each other. Older Batjokes fans: don’t try to force all other versions of the ship on the new shippers or call them “fake fans” (not that I’ve seen anyone do that btw - I’m saying it just in case because I’ve seen other fandoms do it with different stuff) if they only like the Lego version. And new shippers: please don’t post condescending hateful posts in the tag / send us hate for liking this ship in other versions. Let’s all share this tag with love and respect.

That’s all. Thanks for reading!

Stories

never submitted anything to a blog like this before and it’s not going to be near as good as everyone else’s but I couldn’t get rid of the idea

Back home, you used to be known for storytelling. Not the wild and unbridled force of creation that builds and destroys entire worlds in moments, that fearsome superpower – though you have that too, but that is for you and you alone thus far, and you haven’t gotten the courage to share it – but rather the ability to retell a memory in the most entertaining way possible.

People seemed to like it when you took your memories, pieces of yourself, and told them as a story. Back home they did, at least.
At school, your roommate mutters something about not sharing so much personal information as she turns her socks inside out. In the classroom – where you can never quite remember what you’ve learned, but you always leave with more stories creeping about in your mind – occasionally students listen with a gaze just a little too sharp, the feeling of more eyes than you can see on your back.

But storytelling is in your blood, it’s part of who you are, and so you tell your stories. Happy ones, funny ones, tales of adventure and mischief that you thought were mundane until you grew older. Actually, compared to Elsewhere, they are mundane.

There’s one story you haven’t told yet, one that everyone in your family pretends not to know. It’s the tale of why you came to Elsewhere, the tale of the Thing you saw as a child, that took your cousin when the two of you played in a forest, and promised to return for you. Why you decided to go to college upstate and not attend the local university. You thought you were escaping the madness. (Sometimes you see the shadows at the corner of the stairwell and hear horns on the quad at night and wonder if you leapt from the frying pan to the fire)

It’s why you twine iron wire through your curls in decorative spires and carry salt packets sewn into your clothes, and carry old things from your grandmothers that you aren’t sure will help you (but grandmothers can be so very stubborn)

You’ve started to hear things on campus. Students who disappear and come back Different, if they come back at all, or other students who make the brave but foolish journey Underhill to rescue one of their own. Everything you’ve learned since coming here suggests that asking about it is pointless, if not outright dangerous, but at the same time you can’t help wondering if they’d know anything about the Thing that took your cousin. You know that one day you’ll find one of the students who made it There and Back Again, and when you do, you’ll tell your story.

Close to autumn you find yourself in one of the thin places on campus. It was an accident, you were simply too preoccupied with an upcoming exam to notice the air turn unseasonably warm and humid, and before you know it, you’ve walked three times the length of what the hall should’ve been, and each time you find yourself back at the lockers, the air is warmer, heavier, and the ground is softer. Somehow you instinctively understand that you must keep moving. To stop here would be a grave mistake. So you keep walking, and the air feels like the breath of something huge and moist, and you’re pretty sure there’s mud squelching beneath your feet now but you really don’t want to look.

It’s when you do look that the tiles, soft as mud and unyielding as stone, swallow your feet to the ankles and you are trapped. You curse your foolishness in three different languages – two of which are fictional and one of which was invented by you. This one feels stronger, and when you say “Flames take it!” you can almost feel a spark of phantom heat by your legs – and hear something laugh in the darkness.

“You are stuck,” it says.

You demand to be set free, even as you twine a strand of iron-wrapped around your hair and clutch your necklace – from your grandmother, a tiny bottle filled with salt and mustard seeds. You’re not sure if mustard seeds have any significance or if she just liked them – and try to look anywhere but shifting, oily shadows that smell of dust and moss. You suspect that demanding anything from one of Them will be a fruitless endeavor, but you’re frightened now and the liquid tile is sucking you down further. It’s up to your knees here. It occurs to you that you might die like this, that you might disappear just like your cousin and all those other students disappeared.

“What will you give me?” It asks.

Before you can think, you answer, “A story.”

There’s a bubbling silence before It makes a hiss that sounds too pleased to mean anything good. “Yes,” It says, “A story. But I’ve heard all yours. Make it one I haven’t heard before.”

This is tricky. The wrong story could mean death, and when It says It’s heard all your stories It probably wasn’t exaggeration. You could tell It one of your original tales, the stories of pirates and dragons and giants, but those feel too personal. There is too much of you in those stories, and that is your world, with your characters. You can’t help feeling a bit protective of them.
That just leaves The Story.

So you tell It a story about two children playing in a wood. About a thing like a skinless horse with the torso of a man grafted into its back. About fleeing in terror as the Thing chased you both through the trees, and your cousin’s squeal of fright as it grabbed him, just missing you as you splashed across the shallow creek. You go into greater detail than you ever have before, telling It things you didn’t even tell your family before they called the police.
You remember the color of the Thing’s rolling eyes and glistening muscle.
You remember the way its head seemed to wobble back and forth like it was attached to the wrong body.
You remember it promising that water would not always save you.
You remember knowing that running water might be the answer, even if you don’t have the question it goes to yet.
You didn’t want to tell this story, but you can’t stop the words now no matter how hard you try.

All is silent when you finish your tale, and for a moment you fear you were talking to the air. Then, with a slurp, the tiles spit you back out again and you’re standing on solid ground.

“That is a good story,” It says, “I think I’ll keep it.” with these cryptic words and directions to simply follow the hallway, he leaves you and you find yourself running all the way to the stairwell. You thank your lucky stars that you got out none the worse for wear and you are astonished that you managed it at all.

When you tell your roommate, she is concerned. “What did you give Them in exchange for Their help?” she asks you.

“Just a story,” You answer.

Which story? You have a million.”

“It was the one about-” and you stop. Not because you never decided whether or not to tell your roommate. Not because you’re preoccupied or distracted.
No.
The words wedge in your throat, sticking to the back of your tongue, coating your tonsils like thick dust. They won’t come out. For a moment you’re afraid that you might not be able to speak at all. So you try to tell a different story, and that comes out loud and clear. But when you try to explain again that you told the story of how Something took your cousin away – presumably Underhill if not someplace worse – your tongue seems to shrivel in your mouth and the words lodge in the soft parts of your throat like little needles.

That’s a good story. I think I’ll keep it.

It isn’t your story to tell anymore. For once, words do not obey you. Your roommate sees your rising panic, sees the tears welling up in your eyes, and takes pity on you.

“Tell me a different story,” she says, “A made-up one.”

She used to scold you about telling stories all the time, so at first you don’t understand what she’s doing. Then she asks, “What story didn’t you tell?”
The rather obvious wink when she says this gives you and idea.

Words are your tools and they always have been. Until today, they have always obeyed you. You know how to make a truth sound like a lie and a lie like truth. And so you carefully craft a lie so close to the truth, using characters so close to being you and your cousin, that you are sure your roommate understands.

Forever after this, you season your stories with lies in case you must trade them, so that the truth remains yours to tell. You learn say nearly anything and keep it just close enough to fact to fool someone.

You don’t realize that you’re learning to talk like Them until you find one trapped in the snare an upperclassman set near the library, all salt and iron. It yowls like a cat and screams like a child and its three hands scrabble for purchase. It wants out, you know this.
You cock your head and say, “What will you give me if I release you?

It’s only fair, you think. A story for a story.
You’re playing a dangerous game.

[x]

when a chronically ill person tells you they’re chronically ill you literally don’t need to start going “but surely there’s a way!” “nothing is permanent!” “but did you try yoga?!” “ah don’t say that!” “my friend ate this and they’re cured though!”. if there was a way for us to be cured, we’d be the ones knowing about it, not you. we don’t need your pity. everyone’s experience is different, everyone’s symptoms are different, there are many illnesses and if something works for someone, that doesn’t necessarily mean that it will work for others. when a chronically ill person tells you they’re chronically ill, it’s not because they want you to tell them that’s surely not the case.

onsra | yoongi

Originally posted by mvssmedia

onsra:  n., the bittersweet feeling that occurs in those who know their love won’t last.

genre: angst, fluff, college/university!au.

pairing: yoongi x reader

word count: 10.5k

description: you were young and foolish, he was not.

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anonymous asked:

selective mute or partially nonverbal lance (depending on which you know more or would rather write)! If you find its too much trouble to research for its fine to discard this but imagine lance getting particularly upset over a comment and being a bit overwhelmed and cant bring himself to speak and maybe the team not understanding and getting frustrated at him, and him getting frustrated at himself and the others which makes it worse and maybe it ends in a breakdown. Idk a bit of self projecting

I’ll see what I can do!

Lance was no stranger to anxiety. It would always make him clam up when things got to much for him. 

Luckily only a few things got to him. Being yelled at, making mistakes and please talking about him. Good things it’s only those. 

-

Lance couldn’t remember what the comment was but it affected him a very negative away. He know that they didn’t mean any harm by it, but he had a very stressful week. 

Lance was silent, he listened to what the others were saying, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying perfectly. His pulse was racing and he could only hear his heartbeat in his ears. 

“So Lance why do you think?” Shiro took another bite of his goo. 

Shit, what were they talking about? Lance opened his mouth to speak but he couldn’t get anything to come out. He felt like someone poured cement down his throat and let it dry, blocking any words from bubbling to the surface. 

“Lance?” Shiro asked again, causing everyone to look at him. 

Lance wanted to hide, he couldn’t talk. Everything was too much for him. Lance did the only thing he could, he gave them a shaky shrug. 

“You don’t have an opinion? I thought you would.” Hunk slightly chucked. 

Lance wanted to laugh,he wanted them off his case but he couldn’t do anything. 

“So Lance what do you think?” Allura questioned as she leaned forward in her chair. 

Lance once again opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He tried again and again but it was silent. Like someone stole his voice. 

“Come on Lance, just say what you wanna say.” Keith mumbled beside him. 

I’m trying. Lance attempted again and fought back tears as nothing came out.

“Lance, quit playing games.” 

Lance tried again. It was too much, he couldn’t do anything about it. He just wanted to run away. 

The team kept talking to him and he snapped. Lance placed his hands over his ears and slammed his head down on the table causing a thump.  He was shaking but no noise was coming out. 

Everyone was silent. They weren’t sure what had come over Lance but they wanted to know what happened. 

Shiro carefully stood up from his seat and walked over to Lance. He crouched down and placed his human hand on Lances back. “Lance, what’s wrong?” He could feel the boy tremble. 

Lance slowly removed his hands from his ears and sat up. Tears had streaked his face and his eyes were puffy. 

Everyone stood up in a panic causing Lance to jump. 

Shiro motioned for everyone to be quiet and he turned his attention toward Lance. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?” 

Lance wiped his eyes, which did nothing to the tears that replace them and said nothing. 

“Lance, buddy talk to us.” Hunk pleaded from where he stood across the table. 

Lance shook his head. I can’t talk, I can’t explain what’s happening. 

Everyone was silent. Shiro rubbed small circles on Lance’s back and Lance focused on his breathing. He needed to calm down. In 4, hold 7, release 8. Once I can focus i should tell them what happened.  In 4, hold 7, release 8.

I hope you like it!!! 

I’ve never had any experience with this before and I’ve never heard of it before. 

I hope I did okay. 

Thank you!! 

anonymous asked:

I feel so bad for him - it was bound to escalate at one point given the utter disrespect he's been shown, and given his own character - I just don't understand why he doesn't fly with security or fly privately or even first class? I get he has to be seen, but they're literally risking his safety. This time it was a photog that tried to provoke him and he succeeded because there was noone to calm him down, but imagine if it had been someone wanting to hurt him? Noone could've stopped them then :(

But like he goes unseen when he wants to, this was clearly not the case, and like full offence to everyone involved he gets stalked, stalkers get used to push stupid fucking agenda, paps are called all the time, there are so many stalkers surrounding louis and being encouraged by shitty team that it’s unbelievable but he doesn’t have a bodyguard with him in situations like these, esp considering daniel went with him and danielle everywhere? or w hat

the 100 sentence meme:
episodes 1 - 3.

  • it’s so beautiful. 
  • this is reality. 
  • what?! but it’s not safe!
  • your instincts will tell you to take care of everybody else first, but be careful. 
  • i can’t lose you too. 
  • why the hell are you here?! 
  • you’ve been given a second chance.
  • we have no idea what’s waiting for you down there.
  • your dad is a dick.
  • your one responsibility is to stay alive.
  • they’re on their own.
  • don’t you talk about my father.
  • i can’t die knowing that you hate me.
  • what the hell are you wearing?
  • let’s give them something else to remember you by.
  • the communications system is dead.
  • this is where we need to get to if we want to survive.
  • they got a bar in this town? i’ll buy you a beer.
  • we’re just trying to figure out where we are.
  • you think you’re in charge here?!
  • do you think we care who’s in charge?!
  • let the privileged do the hard work for a change.
  • i came here to protect you.
  • i don’t need protecting. 
  • i am done following orders.
  • you do still trust me, don’t you?
  • do you want the people you love to think you’re dead?
  • that, my friend, is game.
  • how do you block this all out?
  • we’re way over the line.
  • you’re asking me to break the law.
  • if we’re gonna kill hundreds of innocent people, we’re gonna do it by the book.
  • someone’s got to help me run things…
  • something else killed these two.
  • we have to warn them.
  • take off your damn clothes.
  • what the hell is that?!
  • note to self: next time, save the girl.
  • it looks like you’re trying to get us all killed!
  • we can take care of ourselves, can’t we?
  • we won’t survive on our own! 
  • we do whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell we want!
  • we always have a choice.
  • hiding behind the law absolves you of nothing.
  • i choose at every turn and at any cost to make sure that the human race stays alive. 
  • that’s the difference between us – i choose to make sure that we deserve to stay alive.
  • aren’t you tired of always doing what’s expected of you?
  • i knew there was a badass in there somewhere.
  • it’s okay to be afraid. the trick is not fighting it.
  • we are not alone.
  • i know this is hard, but we don’t have time for false hope.
  • we share based on need, just like back home.
  • don’t you see you can’t control this?!
  • we were attacked.
  • you’re killing us!
  • i understand your need to have hope, but hope isn’t enough. not when the end of the human race is at stake.
  • hope is everything.
  • who benefits most from my death?
  • i had nothing to do with the attempt on your life, but i’m not surprised that it happened.
  • you’re not coming with us.
  • it’s not an adventure. it’s a suicide mission.
  • you could have been killed!
  • you want them to follow you and right now, they’re thinking only one of us is scared.
  • anybody touches her, they answer to me.
  • i’m gonna make your life a living hell.
  • those guys aren’t just bullies – they’re dangerous criminals.
  • we need weapons.
  • i’m no one’s bitch.
  • maybe one of these days you’ll realise you can’t control me.
  • they’re hiding something and i’m gonna find out what it is.
  • it doesn’t mean we have time to waste.
  • you call this a rescue party?
  • we have nothing in common.
  • your secret’s safe with me.
  • you’re not a basket case because you were loved.
  • you have someone who would do anything for you… i envy you.
  • i think i know why you’re always taking care of everybody else.
  • why would they do something so reckless?
  • we’ve got nothing but time.
  • the truth is, i don’t know if he is alive or dead.
  • you’re not the only one with someone you love out there.
  • those are my terms. take it or leave it.
  • what, you think you play by different rules?
  • i thought there were no rules.
  • go back to sleep!
  • you’re gonna make it through this, okay? promise.
  • can he just die already?
  • it’s okay to be scared.
  • maybe we can move past that now… maybe this is our second chance.
  • let’s go kill something.
  • garden of eden this ain’t.
  • you can’t keep everyone away from me.
  • you’re killing him!
  • every life matters.
  • if i say there’s hope, there’s hope.
  • you don’t have the guts to make the hard choices.
  • if he’s not better by tomorrow, i’ll kill him myself.
  • you should really rethink this whole ‘hating me’ thing…
  • we’re surrounded by criminals. we’re gonna need each other.
  • i almost killed you.
  • every killed something before?
  • don’t people deserve to know the truth?
  • fears are fears. slay your demons when you’re awake and they won’t be there to get you when you sleep.
  • down here, weakness is death. fear is death.
  • when you feel afraid, you hold tight to that knife and you say 'screw you, i’m not afraid’.
  • slay your demons.
  • i can be fun.
  • i’m gonna kill him, okay?
  • last night was pretty intense.
  • why’d you do it?
  • last night was pretty… what’s the word… fun.kill me.
  • i guess we’re gonna have to get used to people dying, aren’t we?
  • you’re not allowed to die.
  • i know i probably don’t deserve it, but i need to know the truth.
  • thank you for not dying.
  • i’ll try not to die tomorrow, too, if that’s cool.
  • the nightmare never ends.
Broken Showers

Spencer Reid x Reader

Smutty smut smut!

You hadn’t spoken to your colleague and boyfriend the whole ride back to your apartment building. You were pissed at him and he knew it.

“Y/N…. ” Spencer began and you shot him a look. Now was not the time, not whilst you were driving.

So he waited until you were home, following you into your apartment, two floors below his. It was one days like this that you wished you’d never followed his recommendation and moved into his building. You just wanted to be angry at him for a bit, take a shower and go to bed.

“Y/N please…. You can’t get annoyed at me everytime I do my job,” he looked at you with puppy dog eyes - the eyes he’d come to learn over the five months you’d been officially dating - worked on you almost every time.

Not this God damn time though.

“I’m not annoyed that you did your job. Because you DIDN’T! You defied a direct order from Hotch and put yourself in danger!” you glared at him, kicking your boots off angrily.

“Yes but it paid off didn’t it?”

He didn’t get it did he?

“It doesn’t matter that it paid off. You defied an order. Spencer, anything could have happened. What if he’d have shot you like he threatened? What if your reverse psychology hadn’t worked?”

“Then I guess we’d be having this conversation from a hospital.”

Your eyes widened at his words and you pointed to your door, “Leave.”

“Y/N…. No! I’m not leaving when you’re angry at me. I just don’t get why you’re so angry at me. Hotch has already ripped into me, I thought you’d be happy that the case was over.”

“Spencer, I am happy that it’s over. But I’m not happy that you put yourself directly in the line of fire without a God damn vest. You could have died today. I have waited far too long to find someone who I truly love, just to have them torn away from me like that,” you were yelling at him now and he looked taken aback.

“What did you just say?” he mentally replayed the conversation in his head, as did you.

Crap.

That was not how you wanted to tell him.

“Y/N…. You love me?” Spencer asked, his brown eyes full of hope.

“Erm… ” Ah fuck. You’d never said those words to another man before because you’d never really been in love. Sometimes you would argue with yourself that how could you tell this was love if you’d never fell it? But you knew. It was just…. there. Your heart hurt when you were away from him, your skin prickled when he was close.

Spencer stepped closer to you and you stepped back, hitting the back of your couch.

“Say it again…. Please,” his words were a whisper, almost as if he couldn’t believe you said them.

Alright fine. It was out in the open now anyway.

“Spencer… I love you. That’s why I’m so angry at you. I thought I was going to lose you without ever getting the chance to tell you.”

“Are you sure?” he asked and you stifled a small giggle, your anger fading but only slightly.

“Yes I’m sure.”

“Okay…. I know we’re not done arguing but erm… I love you too. So much. And… I’m sorry. I won’t defy Hotch again.”

“Because he threatened to fire you or because of me?”

“Bit of both….” He grinned and you sighed knowing you couldn’t be mad at him for much longer. That was one of the most annoying things about him. He could wind you up no end, but then he’d smile his glorious, perfect smile and that was it. “Can I kiss you now?”

You rolled you eyes and nodded, allowing him to tug on your blouse and pull you forward, sinking his mouth onto yours.

What started off as a sweet, soft kiss, soon turned into fire, Spencer nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth, his hands quickly pulling your blouse loose from your pants and pushing his hands up your torso.

“Hey hey hey… ” you pulled back from him, seeing his brown eyes dark with desire.

“Hmmmm?” he wasn’t deterred and attached his lips to your neck, just below your ear.

“Spencer we’ve been on the road for two days… We need to shower. I stink.”

He muttered something into your skin and bent his legs, gripping you just below your butt and picking you up. For someone so tall and slim looking, the guy was surprisingly strong, something that had shocked you the first few times you’d gone to bed together. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he walked you to your bathroom.

Within minutes both sets of your clothes had been discarded and you were standing under the hot stream of water pouring from your shower. Spencer was stood behind you, his hands roaming your body as he licked and sucked at your neck, the water running between you. You leant forward, resting your head on the cool tiles as he caressed your breasts, rolling a hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger gently. You gasped out in pleasure, rolling your hips against his groin and hearing a delicious groan from his own chest as you made contact with him.

A hand slipped between your legs, feeling for your special place and massaging it carefully. You quickly pulled him away.

“Nope… ”

“No?” Spencer asked, his lips suckling your neck.

“Remember the last time? We broke the shower rail.”

“You need a better bath and shower,” he whispered, turning you around and lowering his mouth to your chest, pursing his lips around a nipple and slipping his hand back between your legs. You gave in, knowing you wanted this. He could buy you another rail if worst came to worst. Reaching out with your hand, you felt for him, taking his hardened length into your hand and slowly stroking up and down it.

His fingers working their magic on your clit and your working yours on his dick had you both moaning and gasping for each other shortly after.

“Let’s try this again shall we?” he asked, removing his hand which was wet with something other than water, and gently pushing you to the wall. Your shower was angled in a way that you now weren’t getting any of the spray, instead it was sluicing down Spencer’s back and running off the curve of his ass.

He nudged your legs apart, picking one of your legs off the bottom of the slippery tub and resting your foot on the ridge. You reached up, feeling for the bar that the shower head could be slid up and down to adjust it’s height. You gripped it, making sure you had a firm hold. Pressing his body close to yours, Spencer took his cock in his hands and positioned himself at your entrance, pushing inside slowly.

“Oh fuck… ” You groaned as he filled you. His hand joined yours on the bar as he started to move inside you, his other hand tightly grasping your hip and holding you close to him.

Biting down on your shoulder he started to move faster, hitting against your sweet spot perfectly, your free hand digging into the flesh of his back. He thrusted too hard and you cried out as your head knocked back on the tiles.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry,” he asked slowing his pace until you nodded, signalling for him to go on.

“I’m fine… Promise,” you assured him squeezing your inner walls around him and seeing his eyes close in bliss. He resumed his thrusts, grunting and groaning as he pushed in and out. Your own moans started to come thick and fast and you felt your leg begin to tremble, struggling to hold yourself upright.

“I’m nearly there Y/N,” Spencer rasped into your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. You’re not but it’s fine. You know Spencer will finish you off afterwards. This feels good enough for now though and you squeeze down on him, releasing and then slowly doing it again.

“Oh fuck… Ugh… Fuck… ” he gasped again and a few thrusts later you felt him releasing himself inside of you. He moved a few more times, losing momentum as he finished himself off, placing both hands on the wall either side of you and pressing his forehead to yours when he stopped, slipping out of you.

“I’m impressed,” you told him. “We didn’t break anything this time.”

Spencer chuckled and placed a tender kiss on your mouth.

“Practice makes perfect,” Pulling away, he looks you in the eyes. “I really do love you Y/N .”

“As I do you, Spencer. Just.. Try not to give me heart attacks at work anymore. I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

“I won’t. I promise. Now….” He smirked at you, licking his lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up and onto the bed. I’ve had my turn, I believe it’s yours.”

You grinned, knowing what’s coming once you get out the shower. Spencer slowly backed away from you and you settled both feet down on the floor of the tub watching in horror as you boyfriend suddenly started to slip.

Reaching for the shower curtain, he successfully steadied himself.

Unfortunately, his tug on the curtain was way too hard and you winced as it came clattering to the ground, the thin rail snapped in two.

“We’re not doing it again in here, are we?”

“No Spencer, we’re not.”