leaving our home


Subtlety, thy name is Marinette.



While the girls in the class might think they’re sneaking off for a secret makeout session, the boys know better ¬‿¬ 


so i pretend like it doesn’t hurt
i pretend like i’m okay without you
what i haven’t told you is that i can’t delete our pictures, i can’t get your smile out of my head, i can’t think of you without losing my breath and i can’t listen to frank ocean without wondering if you’re listening to him too
do you think about me?
was it easy to let all of it go?
everyone has a choice and my choice was you
i don’t know how to let everything go the way that you did
i wanted to melt with you
i wanted to run away without ever leaving our homes with you
i wanted to come home after a long day and feel like i had everything because i had you
i waited three years to be the girl you kissed goodnight
three years to be the girl you never stopped thinking about
while you took 3 weeks to let me go
—  excuse me while i wait another three years to forget you
ADHD parkour

Leaping from one hyperfixation to another 

balancing between too little stimulation so we get distracted and too much stimulation so we get distracted 

climbing over the piles of crap we leave lying around our homes 

Bonus: Ft Rejection sensitive dysphoria: Jumping to conclusions about what insignificant actions of our friends mean. 


top ten characters as voted by my followers → #08 Shay

All Balmerans give thanks for the kindness you and the paladins bestowed upon us, but, alas, we cannot take leave of our home. If our great Balmera’s life cycle is over because of us, then our desire is to stay with it until the end.

Adored by Him (Part 2)

A/N: So I got distracted playing Mass Effect, so I’m sorry if this seems rushed. #itried 

Warnings: Idk last time this made people cry so grab tissues.

Word Count: 1, 450

Your POV 

“Well I am, so please move…I’m sorry” 

“Y/N, wait-” 

This was the tenth time I replayed the past events in my head. I feel like I didn’t even take time to think about how Dan felt with all of this? Overwhelmed? Guilty? All I remember was leaving our home, my already red, puffy eyes flickering up to his glossy ones. I didn’t know where to go. I was too impulsive…maybe I should have just lied about what was wrong with me? No. Phil was right the best thing to do is get it off my shoulders. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I let out a big sigh and checked what it was. 

Dan: Y/N where are you?

Dan: Y/N I’m sorry. Are you okay?

Y/N: I’m fine Dan. Pls don’t tell me you’re out looking for me.


Y/N: Daniel

Dan: look you left, and we need to talk about this.

Y/N: Hard pass

Dan: you can’t just “hard pass” your way out of this.

Y/N: Just did.  

I closed my eyes, looking up at the beautiful London night sky. It was mostly just black, but with some stars scattered in different places lighting up the sky. I guess there’s something to calm me down. That thought quickly escaped my mind when I felt my phone vibrate again. 

Phil: Found you

Y/N: sounds like ur bout to murder me m8

Phil: Shut up, turn around. 

I sat up on the bench, and twisted around in my seat to see Phil standing a few feet away. The moment I made eye contact with him all I could see was sympathy in his eyes. I almost broke down crying again but I was already drained from the previous crying. I got up from the bench and ran towards Phil, he caught me in a warm embrace. After a few moments, we pulled away and I tried my best to give him a small smile. 

“You need to talk to Dan.” Phil said in a very stern voice. 

“Not you too.” I groaned, rolling my eyes. 

“Avoiding your problems isn’t going to do anything to help." 

"Please don’t tell me you told Dan where I was.” The second after I said that, I heard a relieved gasp from behind me. I turned around, but I was greeted with someone throwing their arms around my waist. I almost instantly knew who it was. Black coat, scruffy brown hair, and that distinct scent that emitted off of his body. Dan. I felt my throat go dry, and my heart rate increased. I started shaking my head, and pushed Dan off of me.

“My job is done. See you guys back home.” Phil laughed. I stared at him with a questioning look. Why was he LAUGHING at this?  

“Dan I told you not to-” I turned my attention back to Dan, but I was still avoiding eye contact.

“My turn to interrupt you. Let me talk.” Dan put his finger up so I would stay silent.

“Dan please. I know what you’re going to say and-” Before I could even say the rest of my sentence, Dan grabbed my cheeks and pulled me in for a warm, soft kiss. I wanted to reject it, because I knew he was taken. He was dating a beautiful, adventurous girl that I could never be compared to. But I couldn’t help myself. I melted under his touch and as cheesy, and cliché as it sounds, the kiss felt magical. He pulled away and smiled at me.

“Can I talk now?” He smirked, still holding my cheeks. I felt my face heat up, and I knew that my face was super red. I was still caught up in his kiss. I still felt his lips lingering on mine even though they weren’t even there.

“Why did you do that, Dan? You’re dating Allison.” Reality hit me, and I took his hands off my face. I stared at the ground after a realization that I’ll never be able to kiss him again.

“But I’m not.” Dan’s voice got softer, and my eyes flickered up to his. His eyes looked at me with care, and love. I felt a spark go off in my stomach, has he always looked at me like that?

“W-What do you mean?”

“I was lying when I said we got in a fight. She actually broke up with me because she knew I still loved you.”

“Wait you…what? Still?” My eyes lit up and I was staring into his wonderful eyes.

“I don’t know where to start really. The moment we met I knew you were going to be this amazing person, and I adored you almost instantly. I spent my time convincing myself I wasn’t good enough for you and that you would never have feelings for me back. So I moved on.” He shrugged his shoulders and now he was the one avoiding eye contact. 

I felt my heart sink, and I tried searching in his eyes to see if I was able to tell if he was lying or not.  

“Then I met Allison. She’s an amazing girl don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t lying when I said I thought I felt something strong with her. That’s only because I was still in denial that I still had feelings for you. Then earlier today when she broke up with me, it did hurt. I thought she was my only chance at having a long lasting relationship because I thought there were unrequited feelings between me and the person I really loved.” He grabbed my hand and stared at it for a while. He started stroking the back of my hand with his thumb and continued talking. “But I lied to you because…I don’t know actually. I felt vulnerable and pathetic." 

"Dan…” I lifted my free hand to his cheek. He leaned into my touch instantly, closing his eyes. I dropped my hand from his cheek and he looked into my eyes again. Looking…guilty? 

“But then you told me you loved me, and that me dating Allison hurt you a lot. I thought ‘damn, only I can fuck up this much.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “I saw how hurt you were and I felt…well saying guilty is an understatement. So I tried to explain myself, like I’m doing right now. But you being the stubborn bugger you are, you didn’t give me a chance to speak.”  

I didn’t know what to say. I got lost in his eyes for a while. Trying to process everything he said. He loved me? Wait not loved, he LOVES me. I felt so relieved and happy, I burst into happy tears. A change from all the sad tears I spilt that night.

“Oh my god did I fuck up again? What did I say? Y/N are you okay?” Dan let go of my hand and backed away from me, scared that he hurt me again. I shook my head, laughing at his reaction. 

“Yes, I’m okay Dan. I’m beyond okay.” I opened my arms, and wrapped them around his neck. I held onto him tightly, scared that I would choke him, I loosened my grip around his neck. I felt him wrap his arms around my waist, holding me close.  

“I’m sorry for everything I put you through, Y/N. I never intended to hurt you.” He nuzzled his face into my neck. The feeling of his hot breath caused shivers to go down my spine. 

“I know you didn’t Dan. I love you.” I pulled away from him, though I left my arms still wrapped around his neck. 

“I love you too, Y/N.” Dan smiled at me, his eyes flicking down to my lips then back to my eyes.

“Are you thinking of that kiss from earlier too?” I chuckled, leaning my forehead against his. 

“Maybe.” He looked into my eyes one more time before pulling me into another kiss. My hands went up to his hair, and I felt his grip tighten on my waist.

“Maybe we should get out of the cold.” I pulled away to catch my breath.

“That might be a good idea.” He laughed, pulling away from me. 

On the walk back to our flat, we laughed, telling stories of random things that happened to us over the past week. Our hands were intertwined the whole way. I knew this is where I wanted to be, I didn’t have to decide where to go because I already knew. With Dan, I was already home. I finally knew how it felt to be adored by him, and I was never going to let what we have go.

13x06 - 13x07: empty spaces & unsaid words tell us everything

After the season so far theme of empty spaces in 13x06 we open with the negative space “I do” reunion scene which had everyone thinking “why the pause? why does this feel like it should be romantic but wasn’t with the build up then screeching halt to “pal” that feels so out of place after this build up of the last 5 episodes and this noticeable pause that made people sit up in their seats?”

Originally posted by slytherin-hunter

We then follow this with two ridiculously blatant come on they’re already husbands! scenes back to back with:

“Don’t wake your dad he’s an angry sleeping bear! I know that well”


“- Babe come on you know what movie I’m talking about, I made you watch it on my bed together, remember?
- Oh right yeah, I remember I indulged your little fetish, I’ll play along I guess “I’m your Huckleberry ;) ” 
- Oh god you’re so adorable and dorky”

These feel romantic because we are exposed to negative spaces in a scenario that feels romantic anyway with the continuity from 9 years of build up, Dean’s recent widower like grief and right after the “I do” scene and on top of that those empty spaces are usually romantic: sleeping and watching movies, standard romantic scenes on TV (when we know Dean does this on his bed or at a push with Sam in his room but again, NO mention of Sam here but we DO remember Sam calling Dean out on his cowboy “fetish” so…? “making” Cas watch cowboy movies with him and “making” him wear the stupid hat? Yeah.) 

These are specific empty spaces: WHEN did Cas watch Dean sleeping like a bear? WHEN did they watch Tombstone? What other movies have they watched?


They then immediately followed this episode with words that aren’t said but still understood because husbands:

“- You’re not going into danger alone Cas! 
- No Dean I’m not taking you INTO danger! Honey YOU’RE the reason they have a problem with me in the first place, you caused my fall and the resulting Angel massacre after I went nuts and no apocalypse as they had planned for millennia. Even getting just a meeting with them was difficult enough you’ll just make it worse so no, you stay safe here.
- OK fine just be careful I can’t lose you again…”


“- Oh shit I’m in trouble, better give Dean an SOS signal by textually acting like his husband on the phone which is way OTT for us for where we are right now
- Sam, something’s up with my boo I can feel it, we gotta go save him!
- OK Dean no worries let’s just leave the madman in our home and immediately run to check on him”

Then finally an actual lust/keeping lovers apart demon (really show?) impersonating Cas on the phone to Dean using his actual honest to goodness Cas/Dean catchphrase that has been it’s OWN empty space since his resurrection 2 episodes ago that was entirely noticeable by it’s ABSENCE.

I mean?!

I thought I was ready for this.

*She was in fact not ready for this*

Imagine being the last person left in the library because it’s near closing time but instead of shooing you out, librarian!Woozi just patiently waits for you to be done with your work.

JUST ASK ME (PART 1) - Roman x Reader (1st Person POV)

Desc: Alt Season three, Destiny is alive, Peter and Roman are still friends, share custody of Nadia, Olivia is leader of the Upir uprising beyond the border of Hemlock Grove. Reader was given to Roman as tax from a lower level Upir but with his own supply of nutrients and a refusal to feed on humans, he had other plans for the reader.

But, when the reader runs away, punishment has to be administered.

The AU Background is simply vehicle for -

SMUT: Dom-Roman, teasing, edging, fingering, oral (him on her)\

Notes: Doing NaNoWriMo, needed a break, wanted to try this idea I’ve been having, first time trying smut and I just loved this scene so wanted to use the gifs in my story.

Inspired by: @skrsgards @bbskars @imagineskrsgards and all you guys who write such amazing imagine’s and fics.


It had been a good hour since Roman tracked me down, so close to the boundary of town. All of his resources I should have known. Not just the White Tower but his position as the Overseer of his Upir Coven, a Lord, no less, afforded him many eyes and ears.

It could only have been that night, I would never leave Nadia alone like that and since Peter and Destiny had taken her for the night, it was my chance. Destiny had offered to hang around and keep me company but I wasn’t about to drag her into my plan.

It was my own fault he caught me, Roman, I hesitated just before crossing the town boundary and he drove his car right between me and the town line. He didn’t even speak to me, he just opened the passenger car door and I knew I had no other choice.

Roman brought me back to our home and has been staring me down in silence for a good five minutes now, his green eyes holding back barely contained fury as his towering yet lithe frame leans against the table.

“I’m sorry Roman.” He lets out a hollow laugh and steps close to me, so close to my face but instead he looks past me.

“Sorry for what?”


“That’s an interesting phrasing of ‘running away’.”

“I wasn’t-” he raised an eyebrow, practically daring me to complete that thought.

“I wasn’t thinking clearly.” I finished instead and he sighed, cupping my face in his much larger hands.

“No, you weren’t my sweet.” He leans down and kisses me ever so gently on the cheek.

“Tell me,” he starts, whispering into my ear, “what could I have done that was so awful to make you leave our home?” I shiver at the sensation of his words, his breath tickling the sensitive shell of my ear in a way that he had to know drove me crazy.

“I don’t know.” I almost whimpered as he circled around behind me and clasped my throat with one hand, pulling me against him so my head rested against his shoulder.

“Have I given you reason to be afraid of me?” I could only shake me head and he grips my throat tighter, just at the boundary of making breathing difficult.

“I need to hear the words my sweet.”

“No…my Lord.” I know when he wants to be called by his name and when he demands the respect of his title.

“Then, did I mistreat you in some way?” He asks before planting featherlight kisses down the side of my neck. The sensation of both his lips and his long fingers on my throat made my knees feel weak but luckily, the arm he had around my waist helped steady me.

“You have not my Lord.”

“Do you know why I’m upset with you?”

“Because I disobeyed you.”

“That and I have many enemies that would not hesitate to use you to hurt me. It would kill me to lose my Princess. Do you understand?” I nod and look back to face him.

“I accept and am ready for punishment.” I tell him.

“That’s my good girl.” He leans down and kisses me so sweetly, his hand cradling my face with one and and with the other he unzips the dress I’m wearing and lets it fall to the ground, leaving me in just my panties.

“Hmm, what to do with you.” He muses and glances back at the table.

“I know,” he grabs me by the arm, all tenderness gone, and pulls me over to the table and places a hand firmly between my shoulders and pushes me forward so my breasts are pressed agains the cold wood.

Reaching down, he takes both of my wrists in his hands and brings them to stretch out directly in front of me on the table. With his hands over mine he closes his fingers, demonstrating that he wants me to grip the other side.

“Whatever happens,” he is now leaning directly over me, covering me like a blanket, “you mustn’t let go, that is your challenge my sweet and I expect you to be a good girl and obey me in this this task.”

“Yes My Lord.”

Satisfied with my answer he stands up and takes a step back, no doubt to admire his handiwork.

“Do you remember the first night I took you?” He asks, approaching me once more to draw patterns on the skin of my back with his featherlight touch.

“I do.”

“Mm, such a stormy night, the white sacrificial dress they brought you in clung to your skin. You know, I assume they thought I would simply drain you, as my fallen predecessor would have, I had other plans.” He hummed in nostalgia and ran his fingers down my sides and ticklish as I am, I had to focus on holding on.

Eventually, his wandering fingers came to hook into my panties and he pulled them down my legs, stopping just before the knee. He hadn’t yet parted my legs and allowed me some modesty for the time being so the underwear stayed exactly where he wanted it.

“Keep those right there, do not let them fall, am I clear?” I felt a sharp stinging smack on my cheek, causing me to cry out and grip the table harder.

“I can’t hear you my darling.”

“Yes My Lord.” I yelped in twin pleasure and pain at the strike.

“That is more like it.” He cooed, my ass now directly aligned with his still imprisoned cock as he rubbed my back with his hand as the other settled on my hip.

“You were so cold you were shivering so you let me remove the rain-soaked dress and I covered your naked body in my firs. I sat you on the chair by the fire, the one with the arms.”

“I remember MyLord.” I gasp as he teases me from behind when all I want is for him to be in me. Instead he’s torturing me and I realise that whilst trying to keep my underwear at my knees, I have also been shifting my weight, trying to work up friction to the place I need it most.

“Oh my,” I let out a short squeal as his hand travels over the mound of my ass and down until he strokes a finger down my slit from behind, “so wet for me already and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He strokes up and down a few times, never attempting to enter.

With his finger well lubricated he reaches his hand down between the front of my body and the table, just his middle finger finding the snugly held nub in between my close pressed legs.

“I knelt before you and I parted your bare thighs and you let me, you kept your eyes locked on me as I nipped at the skin with my teeth as I got closer to where I knew you wanted me then and where I know you want me now!”

His touch on my clit was firm as he stroked in deliberate slow circles.

“This should be obvious but you have already disobeyed me once so I’ll make it clear. No cumming without my permission!”

“Please have mercy on me my Lord, I’ll be good, I promise but please let me cum tonight!” I wail, fearing the punishment much worse than I had anticipated.

“Shh, quiet my sweet or you will miss the rest of the story.” He continues his maddeningly slow strokes.

“Where was I? Oh yes, my head between your legs. I teased you for a while, I loved how wide your eyes got and when finally you came, you were actually shaking. Much like you are now.”

I close my eyes tightly, trying to focus on something, anything else.

“What did I ask you that night?” He actually expected me to form a coherent thought let alone remember a detail.

As I struggled I felt him lean over my body and nip ever so slightly on my shoulder, not helping my attempts at control but this wasn’t meant to be comfortable, this was punishment.

“Come on, think for me Princess, what did I ask you before I let you release?”

“You asked me who I belonged to.”

“That’s right and what did you say?”

“You, I belonged to you, I was yours, all yours, oh My God, please My Lord, I am begging you, I cannot hold on much longer.”

“Are you still mine?” He asked, ignoring my plea.

“Yes my Lord.”

“If you leave, I will not be able to show my love for you now will I?” I shake my head wildly.

“So?” He prods, his pace picking up slightly.

“I won’t leave, I won’t ever leave again, I promise.” I gasp in desperation and he pulls me up, turning me round and lifting me onto the table. My arms instinctively wrap around his shoulders as he stares into my eyes.

“You’ve been a very good girl for me,” he tells me as he slips two fingers inside me and presses his thumb to my clit. He cups the back of my neck with the other, our foreheads touching.

“My Lord-” I beg as tears spill down my cheeks.

“Come for me Princess!” He grants me permission and I come apart at his words, the tremors touch every part of my nervous system, reaching all the way down to the soles of my feet.

“I’ve got you my Love, I’ve got you.” He soothed as I come down, exhausted and spent. He gently removes his fingers from me and places them both in his mouth, licking my taste from each one.

“You always taste amazing when I push you to the edge.” He tells me with a wink and wipes the tears from my face and kisses each cheek before placing a soft, deep kiss on my lips, I love his mouth so much, actually, I loved every part of him.

“Darling?” He holds my face in his hands.

“Yes Roman?”

“I know you ran to get my attention and invite the punishment.” There wasn’t much, if anything I could hide from him.

“You have been so busy lately, I was feeling neglected.” I admitted, slightly embarrassed now at my behaviour.

“I apologise Princess and I will be more attentive but it really is much too dangerous out there right now. Believe me, if my mother were to get her hands on you…” he closed his eyes tightly as though blocking out a horrifying image, “I love you and I just want to keep you safe.”

“I understand and I love you too. I suppose I can find safer ways to provoke punishment.”

“There’s a good one I can suggest.”

“What’s that?”

“Just ask me.” He grinned and took hold of my hand. “Now, since you were a good girl I am going to draw you a bath.”

“Wait, do I not get to take care of my Lord first?” I ask, my hand travelling down his body but he catches my wrist before I reach my goal.

“Not right now,” he brings my hand up to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on each finger and chuckles at my pout of disappointment, “oh, Princess, this night is far from over.”



Dream ~ An Oh Sehun One Shot

Not requested

Genre: Smut // Fluff

Summary: (of this one shot) It was all just a dream…right?

Word Count: 2200 words

WARNINGS: Degradation

A/N: This was originally a one shot with Yixing, but I just couldn’t continue it after like two paragraphs, so I changed the member to Sehun.

His hands are at your thighs, gripping tightly as you hold onto his hair, pulling him towards your center, wanting more of him. He is licking and he is sucking and he is teasing you with his tongue. His fingers dip in and out of you as you writhe and whimper underneath him. You are vulnerable. Following his every order as he pleasures you with whatever he has, just for you. You are his for tonight. He is going to make you feel good with his body and in return you would let him dominate you.

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Star Wars Oneshot - I’m Sorry My Love

Requested by @ravenna323​ -  a kylo x reader where he was with her but had to leave and didn’t come back for years and when he does come back she is playing with his son or daughter or both

Warnings - none really

Word Count - idk a lot… at least 5

Originally posted by teardropsfallen

“Stop this, Ben.” You pleaded with the black haired man that stood in front of you. 

“That’s not my name.” Was his only reply. It made you want to yell and scream at him more.

“Ben, Kylo, whoever you are stop this. Don’t leave our home. Don’t leave me.” Don’t leave us. You wanted to say. You wanted to tell him but before you could even get the words past your lips he told you he was leaving. 

“The First Order Needs me.” He replied without emotion.

I need you!”

“I’m doing this for you!” He shouts, finally showing a shred of emotion. It wasn’t the emotion you wanted, you wanted the loving, comforting kind of emotion but right now you’d take anything. Anything to know he was still human. 

“I’m doing this for the greater good. For you! You might not understand that, not yet, but you will when the Jedi’s are dead and the Resistance is gone. You’ll finally know of a galaxy with peace.” 

You shook your head. He didn’t get it. Of course he wouldn’t. There was nothing to do and you knew that but as he took off in his ship you knew that there was chance you’d never seen him again. 

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LGB no T.

I am so sick of this. The black community has worshipped dick and centered black men in everything since day 1. Now silly handmaidens and black men who ‘identify’ as black women want to speak over actual black women to prop themselves up. How dare you disrespect our existence and use patriarchy in a dress to make yourselves the focal point of female oppression. It’s called SEXISM not genderism for a reason. Being female has been the sole basis of our abuse and you have the nerve to pretend all of that can be redirected to being about your “mentality”. Get the hell outta here. You don’t get to redefine things to suit your agenda. Now you’re out here peddling the lie that “black trans women” face the highest level of violence. Bull fucking shit. Black women have experienced more violence than ANYONE ever, especially if we are dark skinned. Black people have been enslaved by other black people, whites, arabs and Natives, all of whom raped black women . Some even forced us to breed in astronomical numbers and take care of all the children regardless of color because all we were good for was production. Black women have suffered FGM, have been forced into marriages as children, our bodies have been placed in human zoos for people to gawk at our 'unusual’ figures, our bodies have been used against our will to advance science. Present day black women carry those scars with us because trauma against our humanity for daring to exist while black and female is generational. Not only are we missing and trafficked at ridiculous rates but we are also raped, assaulted and killed under the radar. We have become the punchline for black 'entertainers’ and black men everywhere from our skin tone to our character to our mannerisms to our genitalia to our diction. We get cervical cancer more than anyone but we better not say it because “not all women have a cervix.” 😑 We are the poster children for everything wrong in society. When society talks about welfare queens and single motherhood, they’re not thinking of 'trans’ black women. When we get blamed for “destroying the black community with our feminism”, they’re not thinking of 'trans’ black women. When society talks about black women being ugly and ghetto they’re not thinking of 'trans’ black women. When people approriate our culture and style to give themselves an edge, they’re not taking it from 'trans’ black women. Black women have attitude. Black women are fat. Black women are raising thugs. They’re not talking about 'trans’ black women. Day in and out, black women are society’s scapegoat while all you care about is being able to use the bathroom you prefer and being able to date straight men without opposition. That is what we call a First World Problem. Your identity crisis and the elective surgeries you get to appease it do not take precedent over the global and never ending disrespect of black women. We didn’t have to alter ourselves and go out of our way to be oppressed like you. Just by existing as is, the world has told us that is enough reason to take endless craps on us. Stop acting like black men haven’t always found it ok to fight black women like men because our blackness allegedly discounts our womanhood. Stop acting like black men haven’t embedded it in their mind that black women are not human but their mules to take care of them when life is hard, only to be discarded when they become successful. Stop acting like black girls aren’t constantly robbed of our innocence with assault and dubbed 'fast’ so our pain is overlooked and our fault. Stop acting like people haven’t always called black women, men because we are the antithesis of white beauty standards. Stop acting like every woman doesn’t get an ego boost on our backs. We are woman enough to be raped, trafficked, called bitches and hoes but too 'manly’ to reap the finances, protection and reverence patriarchal society’s claim to give women. Stop acting like black women are not abused physically, psychologically, emotionally and financially and haven’t always been by white society, black society and everyone in between. Acting like you have it so hard when we have always been treated like an other just for being born. “The most disrespected and least protected person on the planet is the black woman.” - Malcolm X He said black woman. Not black 'trans’ woman. Cis privilege my ass. You think because you’ve been feeling for the last year what black women have been feeling since FOREVER, that you have it worse? You are only experiencing a sliver of what we get anyway. It’s just that typical fragile masculinity you were born into that has you thinking you are the peak of oppression. You went your whole lives ignoring and/or capitalizing on the degradation of black women because your maleness allowed you to put it on the back burner. Your internal issues with gender did not negate the external privilege you received. But now that you 'identify’ as one of us, we need to make you a priority or you slander us with poor reverse psychology. How narcissistic can you get? Womens rights are only worthy of attention when you are involved? “TERF” is not a thing btw. Stop using racism, sexism and homophobia to make yourself valid. You cannot compare white privilege, male privilege and straight privilege to this nonsense. Women have never had privilege. Or do you just wanna ignore the last thousands of years? You were born on the side of privilege and into the dominant oppressing class. Now you want access to a marginalized group with no questions and throw tantrums when we say no. It’s almost like your male privilege conditioned you to force yourself onto women at any cost and taught you how to play victim when women don’t fall for your shit. You want equal footing in womanhood but won’t hesitate to remind us you “have it worse”. You want to call lesbians bigots if they exclusively like women and vagina… because hey, how dare some women not want penis in any way, shape or form. Blasphemy! You have no concern for women in shelters fleeing abusive men. You invade their spaces and tell them to suck it up if they don’t like your dick and masculine energy. You say nothing when born males use their advantages to dominate female sports. But you’re the victim, right? I will say it again. It’s called SEXISM, not genderism for a reason. You don’t get to keep playing the “being born in the wrong body is not a privilege” card to ignore your advantages and complicity at our expense. Gender identity issues are low priority in comparison to everything else. Every day black women leave our homes, we are subjected to antiblackness and misogyny just for being ourselves. Doesn’t matter how we dress or speak, it is hurled our way just for being in a female body via a black package. It will be a cold day in hell before those born male and their delusions get to define womanhood but those of us born female and our realities that came with it don’t. Yes, we are the arbiters and gatekeepers of womanhood and it pisses you off there’s nothing you can do about it except rally your naive liberal handmaidens and scream TERF. Interestingly enough, there are countless instances of 'trans women’ raping, assaulting and killing women but not ONE woman has done that to you. Yet here you all come… into our spaces IRL and on the internet to force yourselves onto us. Why don’t you go after the men who fuck you in private but don’t want to publicly be seen with you and take your lives with the same gusto? Is it because you have no privilege over them and instead, it’s easier to gang up on the 'weaker sex’? It’s almost like you devalue women so much, you wanna speak over, redefine and attack us all while blaming our words for violence against you… well what do you know, patriarchy strikes again. We will not give into your demands. We don’t negotiate with terrorists. (If misgendering you is 'violence’, well propagating existent violence against us is indeed terrorism.) 😊

#blackfeminism #feminism #womanism #womenfirst #saynotopatriarchyinadress
Sweet Creature // Harry Styles One Shot

A one shot based off of this wonderful edit of Sweet Creature – https://angstarella.tumblr.com/post/166172463020/irinagudronchik-this-is-literally-the

I sighed deeply as I put the car into park on the driveway; shutting off the ignition as my exhaustion began to set in. What was meant to be a three hour meeting turned into an all-day fiasco. The sun had been setting for a while; the horizon of pastel purples and oranges quickly darkened as I neared home.

And I had missed dinner with Harry.

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I’m Back

Bill Denbrough x Female!Reader


Requested: Yes, by this beautiful bean @trashyemonerd

“ooohhh i wanna send in a bill denbrough x reader fic request! where after several years the reader comes back to derry and meets bill and the rest of the loser’s club again? you can turn it into angst or fluff or maybe both! thank you, bby. ☺️🎈”

Summary: Basically, you leave Derry then come back. Everyone is hurt, but especially Bill cos the boy had a crush on yewwwww

Warnings: Angst, tears, all that jazz, you know the go

Side note: Mind you, I haven’t written anything in a while so I apologise if you hate this and I understand !! But otherwise, let’s just get right into it

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

*3 years ago*

“Wait, what? Tomorrow? That’s so soon!” you asked your mother who was gathering all your belongings. “We can’t leave! This is our home. We have a life here”.

“But darling, there’s nothing here for us. There’s so much more out there. We are leaving” your mother finished. 

A million thoughts racing through your mind. Where will you move? Will you like your new home? Your new friends? 

“Oh my god. My friends”.

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Hunters Academy - Introduction

Word Count: Around 2200

Summary: The reader is looking for a way forward in life. A cryptic business card may provide her with a new opportunity at an unconventional school.

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

Special thanks and shout out to @misguidedconqueress for reviewing, editing, suggestions, and as always putting up with me.


Your fingers eagerly tore through flimsy envelope, hoping your suspicion would be confirmed. Tossing the envelope aside, the single piece of paper crinkled in your hand as you read:

Your application appears to be promising. Make it to our location by September 31st and consider yourself accepted into the program. If you’re running late; don’t bother showing up at all. Good luck.

The letter was only signed with a black star surrounded by a circle of flames. The all too familiar mark of a hunter. Your mother made you wear a charm throughout your entire childhood. Even after her death when you were ten, you chose to wear it; the bracelet had become a part of you. It wasn’t until your 16th birthday you got it permanently tattooed on the side of your left rib cage. When your foster parents found out, they were furious. They never understood you though, nor your obsessive behaviors when it came to salt, holy water, and silver.

You were forced into psychological testing and tried your best to fake normalcy; to pretend everything was okay, to pretend the things that went bump in the night were just figments of the imagination. But your mom had raised you better. Instead of taking the prescribed pills, you just became better at hiding your secrets; convincing the world you had become cured. You had become so good at hiding you even convinced yourself… for a while.

It had seemed like just a phase. You went off to college to make your foster parents proud. But sophomore year was finishing up and you were running out of general education classes to take in order to avoid settling on a major. It wasn’t until you were spending a weekend back home, rummaging through storage, when you stumbled upon the box you had brought with you when you first arrived. You began pulling out memories; tattered gloves and a small scarf, wings you and your mom had made for a halloween costume, drawings of your mom fighting off monsters that probably were psychoanalyzed up the wazoo, and a small purse you used to collect key cards from your favorite hotels.

But what was most important was her journal. It was bound in brown leather, its corners and pages worn. You flipped open to the page bookmarked by your charm bracelet. Your fingers traced over the ink, almost being able to recall the sound of her scratching down details. She lived on through the words, still finding ways to speak to you. As you flipped through the pages, a plain white business card slipped out. On the front was simply printed “Academy” and the anti-possession symbol. On the back “Send Application” and a PO Box address in Nebraska.

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Concept: The Great Hall

We’re all vikings and there’s a winter storm raging outside. The severity of the storm has prompted everyone in the village to leave our homes and gather in the Great Hall.

Though the storm rages outside, its sounds are muffled by the strong, sturdy walls of the Hall. Inside we are all safe and warm. Many sit together by the central hearth, while others are spread out among the nooks, crannies, and rafters of the large space.

Some sleep beneath thick blankets, while others simply sit to listen, think, eat, or observe. There is room enough for all to have the space they need in the Great Hall.

Those who sit by the fire share jokes and stories, sometimes loudly, sometimes in dramatic whisper. Plans are made for the far-off Spring that will surely come. Everyone, from the children to the elders, are given their turn to be heard, and all are given full attention when they speak.

No one knows how long the storm outside will last. It could be hours, days, or weeks. But nobody is concerned about it. Inside the Great Hall, there is plenty of wood for the fire, plenty of food and drink to go around, and everyone in the village is safe and accounted for.

We’re all here, safely gathered in, and enjoying our time together as we weather the storm.

ho boy im so grateful that jack is always here to talk to us and will actually listen to our feedback so he knows when we arent happy about something

i mean its already so rare that this community is unhappy but if anything happens he never makes bullshit excuses and is always upfront and honest and will address the problem before it even becomes a problem

so many youtubers are completely unreachable or just ignore constructive feedback completely and shove it in the same category as hate?? listen to your fans!!! they have valid shit to say!!!!!! there is nothing more frustrating than not being heard as a community!!!!



Request by: @saracons87
Imagine being Bella’s twin sister and Jasper ends up being your mate

Song you can listen to while reading: turning page- sleeping at last. (My favourite song ever!)
Well first let me introduce you.
I am y/n Swan, I have a twin sister. Bella swan, we’re very different
We lived in Phoenix for a very long time, she loved it here. She loves the heat, the sun. And me? I hate it. I love rain, snow and cold weather.
She is so clumsy and shy, I am not that shy, just very awkward with people and also very sarcastic so people often think I am mean. Bella loves my sarcasm.
But beside that. We’re very alike. And we’re very close. We tell each other everything and have no secrets.

Right now we’re in the car on your way to the airport, we’re leaving Phoenix and replacing our home with Forks. On your way to Charlie. Our parents got a divorce when we were very little and Renee left with us to Phoenix.

“Girls you don’t have to do this!”
“Mom, we will be fine.” I said
and looked at Bella and smiled at her. “Bella?” “Mom, I want to go.”
She was always bad at lying but she had told this lie so much no, that it seems to almost believable, almost.
“Okay, but call me when you want to go back. And I will come and get you.” “We will.”
Renee grabbed us both and gave us a hug. “I will miss you both, call me, and I want texts.”
“Of course mom.” Bella said.
With that being said, we left to catch our flight.

The flight went smooth. And good, you and Your sister came to the hall and saw Charlie waving at you.
“Hey, how was the flight.” And gave you a hug. “Smooth.” “Ow good, hey bells” “hey cha-Dad” he gave her a hug as well and smiled, “lets go.” And he took the Bella her suitcase, he knows how she is. We walked to his police car. And we put our suitcases in the back of it. I got to sit in the front seat while Bella needed to sit in the back with a suitcase next to her.
We came to our old home, Charlie never moved away her. It’s cute you thought.
“Y/n I gave you my room.” “Dad you didn’t need to.” “Yes I do, it’s fine.” “Were do you sleep?” “I sleep in the washing room downstairs I put a bed there with a desk and a chair. It’s enough for me.”
We put our stuff upstairs and we both went to our room and trying to settle down. I made my bed with the my own bed covers, put
My some fairy lights round my room, some posters and a tapestry
I put some plants in my room, made trying to make it cozy with stuff, like throw pillows and blankets and a fluffy rug.
The day went by, and the next morning school was starting.

We both got into Bella her car. I was still saving enough money for my motor, Charlie would hate it. But I didn’t care. I already had a license for it. Just Not enough money.
We arrived at our new school, I saw that Bella was relieved when she noticed she wasn’t the only one with an old car, the newest.
We walked to the receptionist and got our papers.
“Doesn’t seem like we will see us often y/n.” “No, I will see at lunch?” “Yeah of course.”

I had history with this insanely handsome boy or man because I looked older than he should be, especially in high school, more like college. But he seemed a little off, like not human. I quickly threw that thought out of my head.

When I walked into the cafeteria, I saw that Bella was already sitting with a few girls. They seemed friendly. Bella saw me and waved. I walked up to her. “Hey Bells, how were your first classes?”
“It was fine, this is my sister y/n.”
They all said there names I didn’t listen because I didn’t care. I was looking at this handsome boy or man across the room, Bella followed my look. And asked who they were. The Cullen’s and the Hale twins apparently not very talkative beside there family.

The few weeks flew by and Bella fell so hard for that Cullen guy. She was going to his house this weekend, to meet his family.
Jasper still looked at me everyday, didn’t talk to me, just looked. I haven’t talked to any Cullen. No I wasn’t jealous of Bella, super happy actually. Just, Jasper was starting to creep me out a bit.
I told Bella and she said that I shouldn’t pay attention to it, so I did.
Bella was in a relationship with Edward Cullen. And I had my first talk with Jasper Hale.
“Hi, I am Jasper Hale, nice to meet you and talk to you.”
“Hey I am y/n swan. So apparently our siblings are dating.”
“Yeah, I met Bella the other weekend, she told me what you thought about me, so I thought it would be a good idea to introduce myself properly.”
“Yeah, I am sorry for that.” In my head I am cursing against Bella.
“No, I need to be sorry for that.”
“I forgive you.” And smiled at him
“I never do this like this, but would you give me the honour to let me take you out.”
“Uhmm, yeah sure.” I was blushing so hard right now.
“Okay, can I pick you up at Friday evening at 7?”
“Yeah of course.” Charlie wouldn’t be home before 12 because he needed to do some overworking this week. So that would be perfect
“Ow and before I forget to ask, I don’t have a car myself I only have a motorcycle so are you scared, if so I can borrow my dad his car.”
“No! I mean, I am not scared, I am actually saving for my own.”
“Really? That is so cool. Do you already have a license?”
“Yeah, I will buy one when I am 18, my dad wouldn’t allow it before.”

My date with Jasper went fine, we went to the movies, he picked it, the hall was pretty much empty. It was a okay movie, not special.
We walked home and he had his motorbike in one hand and my hand in his other. “Would you like a walk through the woods?”
“Yeah sure!” He seemed nervous.
We walked through the woods together and we went really high up. After awhile we sat down and we talked. A lot. I got to know everything. What he was. His history. Bella and Edward what they were. And the connection I had felt to jasper wasn’t just something. Apparently we were mates.
“Oh my god…” i stand up. He stays where he is. “Are you scared?” “A little bit, like you don’t know!” I mean he senses feelings. “ I don’t know what it is, but I can’t feel yours, Alice can’t see you future or anything, like you doesn’t exist and Edward can’t read your mind, just like by Bella.”
“I just think I need to…. settle the information down for a bit.” And I sat next to him.

2 years later.
I was now 19 married to Jasper Hale. My sister Bella was married to Edward Cullen. She had a lovely daughter Renesmee.
And yes I made the same mistake as my sister we were pregnant at the same time. Actually went a lot better. We got twins. A little boy and a precious little girl.
Liam and Daisy.
We choose to life a little while away from the Cullen’s and just us four. Like a family.

I am so sorry I just didn’t had any inspiration for this. I still hope you like it! I don’t like the ending. Maybe I will rewrite it later idk. We will see.

shinee as i see them

i got an ask recently asking me to get fake deep talk about how i personally see the shines, so…here we go ;; disclaimer: this has far too many metaphors but am i supposed to stop myself? the answer is no. enjoy :’)


you gotta start with the leader, right? now, i’ve always found jinki the hardest to place. i’m always running my mouth off with metaphor after metaphor about all of the members, but..i’ve never quite understood what to associate with jinki. in the end, i think that’s what makes him cosmic. jinki is something i can’t quite understand. he’s the member who most prefers to keep his shinee life on a different plane than his home life. he shows us a part of himself, but the rest of him is such a mystery. he’s such a galaxy in his existence to us. a universe full of so many endless sparks of life and love in all that we can see. his voice, his smile, his laugh, his stage presence, he just wraps us up inside his cosmic whirls in the first moment we see him. in a flash we’re surrounded by awe inspiring swirls of something so much more beautiful. his tones envelop us in warmth and his movements pull us toward the stars. it’s only when we’re fully immersed within the galaxy that is jinki do we realize how little we really know about where we are. we can see what’s around us, but we don’t know what lies in those furthest recesses of who he is. that, i think, only makes this that much more beautiful. he is remarkable in what we can see, and even more in what we cannot. jinki is a mystery, but we all can’t help but fall in love.


for the past few weeks i’ve been in the dead of winter, and that’s where i’ve seen jonghyun. jonghyun, to me, finds his place in the winter night. whether cold and biting in the still air, or brisk and sharp with whipping frosty winds, he’s there. he exists not as a counter to the cold that’s outdoors, no, but he exists hand in hand with the cold. his big eyes sparkle like the moon off the snow drifts, while his smile makes his little teethies twinkle like near-fallen icicles. his hair, often dyed the frostiest white, exists in tandem with the crystals of ice that frolic in the air all around. all pretty parts of him shimmer like the cold still world around him. jjongie just…reflects everything about a cool night. there’s a sort of..solace…that comes with jjongie. and when i say solace, i don’t mean loneliness. i mean solitude. a gentle, quiet, comfortable sense of aloneness. when i think of this aloneness in the midnight air, my mind turns to blue night radio. jonghyun, alone, in his little corner of the world, truly at peace. in the smooth winter air that flows through that radio station, he shows us how we can be alone..together. we can feel what he feels without ever seeing his face. we can understand his thoughts without ever speaking to him. we can love without ever leaving our homes. the blue stillness of a winter midnight, with the calm comfort of blue night radio….that is where jjongie belongs.


now kibum…kibummie exists to me in shades of red. from the softest shade of pink, in how he bares his soul to us through unexpected moments of raw truth and clarity about himself. soft in his care for the people around him. gentle in the rare and real moments where he uses his struggles to inspire others to never give up. quiet in how he holds in so much pain sometimes…preciously, gorgeously, beautifully pink in all of his subtleties and secrets. here to the sharpest most poignant shade of scarlet. sharp in his movements, so sure of who he is and what he needs to be. cutting in his every look, in both senses of the word. cutting in his onstage actions, ones of unhindered confidence and unbridled talent. in this sharp shade, we find something special. nothing more and nothing less than he needs to be. his every move is calculated and right on target, yet his enthusiasm is unparalleled. you can feel his passion, blood red, in the way he smiles after a performance. you can see his desire with fire in his eyes while he stands up on that stage. his fears are in crimson that haunts the edges of his vision, but his joy is a ruby red that sparkles in the sunlight. and his passion is in deep scarlet, coursing through his blood in that camoflaged hue. his dedication is in wine, aged in this course of a lifetime. kibummie expresses his soul in shades of red, and in this moment, we can’t look away.


minho is a sunday morning. i’ve rambled about this before (oodles of times tbh) but i’m always willing to go on and on about this. choi is just..one of the most comforting souls the world is blessed to witness. he is warm, caring, hes passionate about the people he cares about, and he contains an ever present adoration for the world he’s in contact with. i call him a sunday morning because..have you ever woken up early on a weekend? have you ever just woken up for no reason other than to be awake? sunday mornings are so beautiful. hardly anyone is awake on a very early sunday morning. the only sounds that you can hear outside your open windows are the quiet chirps of birds outdoors just starting to wake up for their day. you can hear a car drive past every few minutes. you can hear the wind gently rustling through the trees out in your front yard. but that’s about it…you hear the quiet sounds that surround your own home. sunday mornings have a way of comforting you even when you didn’t think you needed them to. the air outside is near still, only flowing gently enough through your windows to slightly brush against your skin as you sit with a cup of coffee by the windowsill. sunday mornings are where love blooms within yourself. minho is like a sunday morning because he inspires love within all of the people around him. he is the comfort of the still air, the soft care of the sun upon your skin, the warm tingle of the coffee mug upon your fingertips. he is comfort and love…like sunday morning bliss.


now taemin…i feel like i’ve run all over the place with how i talk about taemin. i’ve called him a light, i’ve called him darkness, i’ve called him endlessly unexplored forests, i’ve called him calm morning snow, this list goes on (far too endlessly pfjfdjgft) but the one thing that stays the same is nature. taemin is a natural beauty. he has so much beauty, so much talent, so much (albeit adorably awkward) love built into him. and some can say he’s simply blessed, but i don’t think that’s true. genuine natural beauty doesn’t just come through untouched existence..you have to work for it. you have to tend to your cares and cultivate your worries and care for each and every little seed that’s been planted in your life. and that is just what taemin does. he is expression of natural talent through endless effort and unwavering strength. he is blood sweat and tears. he is the seed and the sprout and he is the water and sunlight that tends to it. taemin knows what he can be and will never stop working until he reaches that goal. i think that’s why he’s so eye catching in everything that he does. so often we can find ourselves blankly staring out into a natural scenescape, in awe of the beauty that the world works to withold…that same natural beauty is flowing from taemin in his every moment that he performs. like a horizonline at dusk, or forested treetops during a storm, or rolling clouds on a windy day, he is eye catching..hypnotizing….infinitely beautiful. he is, naturally, taemin.

KPOP Fandom’s day

ANNOUNCEMENT For all KPOP fans [save this post or do a screenshot to be reminded]
On SEPTEMBER 1,2017, we should put a MARKER / PEN LINE across our ARMS or WRIST according to our FANDOM.
EXO : Blue
BTS : Green
INFINITE : Silver/Golden
CN BLUE : Grey
SNSD : Orange
HYUN-A : Pink
2NE1 : Purple
BLOCK B : Light Blue
BTOB : Lavender
BEAST : Dark Green
B.A.P : Lime Green
NCT : Dark Blue
Seventeen : Neon green 

With the bame of the group written in black. LET SEE IF HOW MANY FANS ARE WE GOING TO MEET AROUND WHEN WE LEAVE OUR HOMED.
[Please spread]