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Wait for someone who bumps mouths clumsily with yours cos they’re too busy smiling to kiss you properly. Yeah. Wait for that.
—  Azra Tabassum (aka 5000letters)

Me when someone says historical figures aren’t relatable

Yeah but did you hear about that time Schubert’s foot fell asleep while he was writing a letter to his brother and then he fell asleep because Schubert is 100% the most relatable composer ever

“I wasn’t sure … I didn’t know what I was until about 1952 or ‘53. I knew that I loved very much my roommate at college, where I had had my first lesbian experience. But it wasn’t until I was a camp counselor in West Virginia that I had the experience that gave me some notion of what my life was about to be all about. I was sitting on a hill … and I was reading a letter from my roommate, the lover of my life, the very first lesbian relationship that I’d ever had. Her parents had taken her off to Scandinavia because they had found out the nature of our relationship. She had written me a goodbye letter, and I was sitting there on Vesper Hill, looking out over the beautiful Greenbrier River, crying like a baby, because I didn’t think there was anybody else in the world like me. I had never heard the word ‘lesbian.’ I had never dreamed that there was anybody else who had any kind of orientation like I did or who loved the way that I did … Suddenly a shadow fell across the paper, and I looked up, hiding the letter, into the face of the camp bugler, a rather butch-looking woman that I had had some questions about. She was standing up there and she was toking on her cigarette … and then she sort of squatted down beside me. And here we were, the two of us, sitting there looking out over the beautiful Greenbrier River. And then she puts her hand on my shoulder, she takes another toke off of the cigarette, and she blows it off and she says, ‘We are growing in numbers every day.’”

Sally Miller Gearhart, in Last Call at Maud’s (1993).

Here to shake things up

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this is, as they say, my magnum opus (pls reblog i’ve spent 3 hours on this)
art by ngozi
. original clip (x)

anonymous asked:

Would you be up for writing something really cute and sweet? :3 How about the boy band reacting to receiving an awkward love letter from a really shy and socially inept reader?

I have always loved the love letter thing, yet never got one. Maybe due to the fact no one can win this heart, unless you have food, lol. Write me a love letter on a cake!

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I don’t know how to explain my feelings for you in person, so I figured that a letter would be much better. Now I’m not the type that’s good a writing poems or sonnets or anything like that. I just think you’re a really nice guy and I would love LIKE to get you know you much better.

Yet because I’m too afraid to tell you what I’m feeling, and I don’t know how to start, but I’m just a coward who’s so afraid that you might break my heart. I wish this were easier to do, and maybe one day I can tell you face to face, but for now I hope this letter will do.

I adore you.

~~~~~

Noctis

Being the Prince of the Lucian people, Noctis was use to getting his fair share of love letters and gifts from many of men and women alike. Yet nearly all of them were more ego stroking to both himself and those who were attempting to woo him, the Prince never acted on it.

Until now, this letter was something different, the style of writing, the stroke of the pen, and the fact that it was delivered to his apartment. Whomever this was, knew of the Prince’s home address or of someone who knew of his home address, Ignis, Gladiolus or Prompto. Yet he knew none of them would give it away, yet still this wasn’t any of their handwriting, and the fanit scent of perfume was on the paper.

None of them would go this far!

So Noctis pocketed the letter forget all about it, as he scratched at his neck. Looking to the clock as he realized that he had another few hours before the others arrived for a video game night.

A knock came at the door, as the Prince rolled from the bed, hearing the door open meaning that Ignis must have been with them. He was tempted to have them drag him out of bed, or even set up game night in his room, when he heard someone walking down the hall.

“Yeah, I bet he’s still in bed.” Prompto laughed.

“Is it okay, that we’re just walking around his house?”

Noctis perked up at that, he had forgotten that he had invited you over. An intern at the palace who had grown rather close to Prompto and Gladiolus so in connection himself as well.

“It’s fine!” Prompto called slamming open the door, “Wake up Noct! Y/N got that new horror game! OMG what’s wrong with your face?”

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Dating Harry Would Include - 45

Scrabble:

- Him coming behind you to see what you are doing, kissing your shoulder
- Sighing in your neck that he’s bored and if you want to come play Scrabble with him
- His huge smile when you accept, taking your hand to lead you to the living room
- Finding the board game and everything else ready, waiting for you on the coffee table
- Helping you to sit on ground before going to the kitchen and bringing for both of you tea and snacks
- Offering you your mug fulls of your favorite tea  "You won’t listen to me but be careful it’s quite hot!“
- His "I told you!” face when you take a sip of the hot beverage and hiss between your teeth because of your burnt tongue
- Proposing to feed you when you ask him to give  you a bite of his snack
- Moving his hand away of your mouth each time you try to bite into his piece of apple
- Keep moving his hand until you’re close enough of him to kiss your cheek
- Teasing you in keeping the bag of letters out of your reach
- Encouraging you in laughing “ Come on little thing, I’m sure you can do it! ”
- His loud laugh when you start to tickling him as payback for his joke
- Him trying to take a look at your letters when he thinks you won’t notice
- Pushing his face away when he bend toward you to watch your words
- Trying to distract you to take another letter because he can’t write nothing with the ones he has
- Smacking  gently your ass when he comes back into the room and find you bending over the table to look at his letters
- His ironic concerned face when you complain “Poor little you! Wants me to kiss it better?”
- Feeling him playing with your hair while waiting for you to place your letters on the board game
- Distracting you in blowing slowly on your ear when you place your word
- Waiting to his turn to play to place sweet messages for you
- Answering to his sweet messages using the same way
- Catching your ankle in his hand when you try to distract him in pushing on his leg with your foot
- Tickling you while looking at you with a half smile when you look at the words with concentration
- Letting you win on purpose because he loves to see you happy for little things
- Acting innocent when you ask him if he let you won … 

this is kinda crappy bc I wrote it at 5 am but enjoy!


It all started one cloudy afternoon in the shared 8th year common room. Harry was sitting on the couch facing the fire, Ron beside him, and Hermione on the floor. All working on a massive seventeen inch potions essay that had been assigned to them.

An faint banging noise was heard. The trio looked up and saw an owl outside the window closest to them, scroll tied around its leg.

“Well, there’s no use for all of us to get up.” Ron stated, looking from Hermione to Harry. The boys seemed to have entered some sort of staring contest, neither of them wanting to go open up the window.

“Oh, for goodness sake.” Hermione muttered under her breath before getting up and letting the owl swoop into the room. It landed on Harry’s knee. His face scrunched up in confusion. But I never get mail. Harry took the scroll off of the owls leg and it flew back out the open window, which Hermione then closed and sat back down again.

He shot looks at Hermione and Ron, who looked just as confused as he did, as he unrolled the parchment and read the letter written in neat handwriting.

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