We normally wouldn’t post our own writing here, as it goes against our rules, but today we’re making an exception. This is our co-written contribution to the @xfficchallenges dialogue only challenge. We may or may not have gotten a little drunk last night, and this is the result. We hope you think it’s as hilarious as we did, because we couldn’t stop laughing.
Authors: @kateyes224 and @piecesofscully Timeline: Season 6, somewhere in the middle of Texas. Rated: PG-13 (for coarse language and potty humor)
“…and my informant promised me he’d meet us at the rendezvous with the photographs he took of the UFO. I’m really excited about this, Scully, this is the first legitimate sighting I’ve come across since Antarctica, and I just…Scully, are you okay? You’re not looking super hot.”
“I’m fine. Just feeling a little queasy. Keep going; since Antarctica?”
“Oh, since Antarctica there have been only a half dozen or so sightings that have been anywhere near legitimate, and I’ve been thinking, would someone in Roswell, New Mexico, be more likely or less-”
“Mulder, does the air conditioning go any higher?”
“Uh, no, I think it’s at the highest setting. Anyway, Roswell has been a notorious hotbed for UFO activity since the 1940s, as you know, but lately sightings have been more sporadic-”
“Can you, um, oh wow, could you roll down the window or something?”
“Scully, it’s like 115 degrees outside. It’s way cooler inside the car than it is outside. Is something wrong?”
“No! No, I just, is it hot in here? It feels really hot in here. How many more miles until we reach the next rest area?”
“Uhhh, I think I remember a sign about fifty miles back that said it’d be another fifty miles. Why? Are you okay, Scully?”
“Do you have any Tums? I mean, with the garbage that you consume on a daily basis, I assume you carry some sort of antacids. Give me one.”
“I’m sorry, Scully, I don’t usually need them. I’ve, uh, I’ve been blessed with kind of a rock solid gut. Which is really great for me, given my proclivity for gas station sushi and Velveeta.”
“Oh, my God. It’s rolling.”
“What does that even mean?”
“It’s my…wow, it’s my stomach. I knew I shouldn’t have let you talk me into that wet chimichanga, Mulder, my stomach is churning.”
“Oh. Oh God. Ummm…do you need me to pull over?”
“On the side of the road?! No, Mulder, there’s nothing but sand and tumbleweeds out here! Just keep driving.”
“Scully, it’s okay. There’s no shame in popping a squat. I promise I won’t look. I think we have some napkins in the glove compartment or something…”
“Mulder, please, I’m begging you, stop talking and drive faster.”
“Okay. So our informant allegedly has some kind of intel from a source on Sheppard Air Force Base’s drone project, which Langly told me a few months ago has been-”
“Oh, God, please shut up. I need to concentrate- oh my god, Mulder, why won’t my window roll down? My button’s stuck, Mulder, roll my window down.”
“Sorry, Scully, I think the child proof window lock was engaged. Here, let me see if I can…there, is that a little better? It’s still over a hundred degrees outside, Scully, I’m not sure why you-”
“For the love of all things holy, stop talking! I need quiet and the wind in my…Mul- Mulder, pull on my sleeve. I need to take my blazer- Oh, God, now it’s coming in waves…”
“Here, just give me your arm. There, is that a little better? What do you mean, ‘it’s coming in waves?’ You’re looking really red, Scully, are you sure you’re okay?”
“How is there not a rest stop for another fifty miles? What kind of hell state has rest stops so far apart? Okay, okay, wait. It’s getting better, I think it’s going away.”
“What’s going away? Scully…is there something you need to tell me?”
“No, I’m fine. I don’t think that Tex-Mex agreed- Oh, God. Oh, no. Shit, Mulder, you need to pull over. Now, right now. Pull over, pull over.”
“Scully, there’s nothing but desert as far as they eye can see. Are you sure you can’t wait?”
“Imminent?! Jesus, Scully, there’s…uh, I guess there’s a cactus over there that might offer you some protection?”
“It feels like there’s a brick with claws sitting in my lower abdomen. I don’t care, pull the damn car over, and give me the napkin!”
“A brick with claws? Jesus, Scully, that’s…graphic. Hey, I think I remember an X-File about that, ha. Okay, I can tell you’re not in the mood to joke right now, so, uh…listen, we haven’t passed another car for the last ten miles so I don’t think anyone will-”
“THE NAPKIN! Mulder, give me the damn napkin!”
“Do you want me to get it a little wet, Scully? ‘Cause that might feel a little better on your…”
“I’ll, uh, I’ll be right back-”
“Okay, Scully, vaya con Dios! Or, ya know, vaya con…ya know…whatever. Just let me know if you need any, uh, you know…help…or…something.”
“…Oh my god, please no, please no, just a little further. Just get behind the cactus, Dana…I, shit. Shit! Oh, God, Mulder. Mulder!”
“SCULLY! Hold on, I’ll be right there! Just let me-!”
“It’s the spines on the cactus, I can’t hold on to it. Just… my hand. Hurry, I need you to hold my hand.”
“Okay, no problem. Um…Here, just squat down and I’ll support your weight..”
“Don’t look at me! Mulder, do NOT look at me, turn around! Oh, God, I can’t hold it…”
“It’s okay, I’ve got you, Scully. Just, uh…there. Just rest back on your ankles. I’m not looking, I swear to God. Just let it go, Scully.”
“God, I swear, I will never touch Tex-Mex again if you- oh God, oh my god, Mulder, don’t listen. Can you sing or something?”
“Sing?! Okay, ummm…
‘Love…is a burning thing… And it makes a fiery ring. Bound by wild desire, I fell into, a ring of fire…’ ”
“The Ring of Fire? Really, Mulder?”
“I fell into a burning ring of fire, I went down, down, down, And the flames went higher, And it burns, burns, burns, The ring of fire…the ring of fire…”
“Shitshitshit… Um, Mulder, the napkin…it’s, uh, it’s not enough.”
“What? Uh, wow, okay…well I don’t have any Kleenex or anything so unless you want me to give you my tie I don’t think-”
“Your tie, give me your tie.”
“Scully, no. I was only joking, and besides, I love this tie! Frohike gave me this tie.”
“Mulder, just give me the damn tie!”
“Fine. But you know what, you owe me, Scully. And you get to explain this to Melvin when he asks why I never wear my UFO tie anymore.”
“Mulder, we are never to speak of this again. And, for the love of God, stop humming Ring of Fire.”
Spent tonight being a sort of moral artist support, researching and doing face studies with a good mate who happens to be a tattoo artist who’ll in a few weeks time be smashing out a winter soldier portrait on one of the last leg gaps I have. This is my contribution to the art night, made using oil pastels (which I now have learned I don’t like). Thanks for looking! ✌️
Months had passed since the civil war amongst the now disbanded Avengers, when Natasha and Steve had reunited over a helping of pancakes. Three Sundays later, a breakfast of pancakes at Natasha’s has become something of a tradition for the two ex-Avengers. It was something they had left to hold onto even though everything else was gone. It was something that was theirs.
As the warm sunlight cascaded through the window and into the small kitchen, Natasha found herself lost in thought. She couldn’t help but think of their little tradition and how comfortable she had become with it. Sundays were the one thing she looked forward to and considering how unstable her life has been for the past five months, she didn’t want to lose this. She couldn’t.
Holding onto her cup and gazing at the man across the table from her, a small smile crept its way onto her lips. Steve lifted his eyes from his plate, locking onto the redhead’s gaze. Soon, Steve found himself smiling back at her.
“What’s on your mind?” He asked, leaning closer towards her.
She was silent for a moment, averting her eyes down at the cup of coffee in her hands. Her smile grew as she returned her gaze to him.
“I was just thinking about what we have going here; these lazy Sunday mornings,” she replied with that same small smile from before. “Everything has been so hectic these past several months, so it’s nice to be able to relax. I enjoy these mornings we have together.”
Steve smile turned into a beaming grin with her words, “So do I.”
“It’s as if the outside world doesn’t exist pass these four walls,” Steve listened, completely enthralled as Natasha began to radiate a pure joy with every word. “There’s a comforting aroma of pancakes mixed with coffee in the air. There’s the freedom from our Avenger obligations and all the stresses that come with it. I enjoy watching the sunrise and our small talks; You know, the ones that turn into deep and meaningful conversations about life, love, and everything in between?”
Steve couldn’t help but laugh as he nodded his head in reply.
“I don’t know,” she began to trail off as her sights returned to the lukewarm coffee in her hands. “There’s just something about these lazy Sunday mornings that I love so much, but what I love most of all is that I get to experience these little things with you. I just don’t want to lose this, too.”
“Natasha,” Steve cooed as he reached across the table, taking her hand in his. Natasha looked up from her coffee and her gaze was met with the caring blue eyes of his. “We’ll always have our Sunday mornings.”
Even though she knew well enough that life was unpredictable, something in the way he said those words made her believe him. They would always have their Sunday mornings. They would always have their pancakes and coffee. They would always have their talks. They would always have each other.
This is my contribution to RomanogersWeek2k17. I had almost forgot about it all together until I seen a fic from one of my followers for yesterday’s prompt. I stayed up late last night to make this because I really wanted to participate in this years RomanogersWeek. So here’s an aesthetic and small fic for the prompt: Freedom & Pancakes.
Festivities for HOLI abound all over .. it is the time of year when there is celebration .. change of season, harvesting, and general cheer .. the colours bring in the otherwise dull countenance .. song and dance have accompanied all such occasions .. the freedom of liberating your inner constraints play over … mixing guests, forgiveness of old animosities, friendships bonded over, the consumption of the traditional ‘bhang’ and the joys of its after effects …
When adverse health conditions plague relatives, the celebration is stopped .. and so it shall be for us this time .. we pray yes, but we also respect ..!
The attention to the conditions at home with the health issues of relatives, kept me not too well informed with the other winners at the Zee Awards last night .. I just came in at the back of the stage, minutes before I was to be announced on stage, for bringing in a tribute to those we lost from the fraternity .. did my remembrance of those we had worked with, and who had left behind their own contributions to be cherished and kept in posterity .. and left the stage, only to be rushed back as the Best Actor was announced, graciously received it from Sridevi and Bonny Kapoor acknowledged all those that contributed to the film PINK and left for the hospitals where relatives have been admitted - two different hospitals ..
ShahRukh had called in the morning before, asking me to drop by at his place for dinner .. the Founders and owners of Netflix were coming over and had expressed a desire to meet me, among others. I kept my word to him and did drop by. I do not think that Netflix biggies were even aware of who I was .. so completed a formality and met a few other friends - Karan, Alia, Vinod Chopra, Zoya, Imtiaz, Anand L Rai, Farah, Aamir, Ashutosh, Vidhya, Ronnie, Siddharth Roy Kapoor et al .. and left .. and as I drive away, I get the opportunity to see many parts of the city which have eluded me for long and find many facilities fresh and new, eateries all over, bridges and flyovers for convenience .. and the younger generation hounding every feet of the environ about - on bikes, in cars, eating by the wayside, walking about .. free in mind and thought .. laughter and music around them .. its a live surrounding .. and I am talking past midnight .. the roads are traffic snarled, but happily so .. its just so wonderful to see all this .. alongside also is the misery and the poverty - the pavements and dividers becoming temporary living quarters .. and this worries and pulls the heart .. you drown yourself in the music of your creation in the vehicle you travel in, and strain your neck to the multitudinous material that keeps the entire universe occupied - the mobile and the net !!
Somewhere though, those lasting visuals never leave you .. will they ever ??
What also notices that pass by are the bill boards .. each one larger than the other, placement challenged, content attractive to catch the eye for the commerce, or campaign, they all have reason .. some of mine are there in some generosity …
….. and they do not need explanation or attempted description ..
The next do .. for they are of well wisher fame and they describe their love each Sunday .. a Sunday after missing out on the last one .. the Ef are there as always in large numbers promoting SARKAR 3 in interesting ways .. thank you so much, the Prashant and AG group .. you do understand that it does become difficult to invite you in after the gates shut .. there are some though that do get in, but its their first time and I relent ..
And this my fan from Iraq .. been here for almost 30 years or more .. runs a video store in his country, and started his business by showing my films first .. these are constants and can never be ignored .. his emotions I never challenge .. except I wonder why he feels that I am not bathing myself adequately .. because on each trip he brings bags full of soap !
You’re probably wondering why I thought to bring this up rather than covertly up the prices under your noses, BUT let me tell you…its largely due to the respect I have for my small but loyal fan base.
I love my art, and MARGINALLY more than that, I love making people happy with my art. I love striving to improve and making continuously more impressive work, and showing the people who have supported me in the past that their contribution was not in vain.
So let me tell you why I’m changing my prices.
(I’m not aiming this at anyone, this is more or less an argument I had with myself at 3 AM last night while staring at the ceiling.)
~Individual Attempts at Tackling Pitioss Ruins by the Chocobros Headcanon~
[ISEB Author’s Note: I beat Pitioss Ruins for the first time last night and lived to tell the tale, but I’ll be damned if it didn’t almost cost me my sanity entirely. It took me a whopping eleven hours to complete (although the copious amount of alcohol I consumed throughout likely contributed to my poor hand-eye coordination), several of which were streamed live whilst donning my new Cindy Aurum costume with my fellow Chocohoes (and can be revisited here). If eight hours of watching me fall to my untimely demise repetitively and without fail is too much of a behemoth undertaking, the highlight of the evening was probably the bawdy, 10-minute longwinded story I regaled around the 2:38:00 mark at the expense of my own pride and my husband’s long-suffering annoyance.
This silly headcanon occurred to me at one point during my playthrough, as I bemoaned the fact that I was controlling a bumbling nincompoop like Noctis when there was a far more clever tactician *coughIgniscough* at my disposal. As soon as I recover from my overnight stint moonlighting as a web personality, I’ll wrap up that super-NSFW fic I’ve been working on and share it here for your enjoyment!]
Noctis: After crashing the Regalia into a sheer cliff facing, Noct will stumble out of the twisted and warped wreckage of his beloved vehicle and onto the entrance of the dungeon of old Lucian legend, only to discover that the front gates are annoyingly locked. He’ll pass the daylight hours before Pitioss Ruins is open to prowling trespassers by fielding the attacks of powerful nearby enemies, consuming vast quantities of potions without a second thought; it’s only after he does finally make it inside the dilapidated monument that he’ll be reminded of the curatives he carelessly squandered as he falls from dizzying heights time after infuriating time. He’ll stagger out of the dungeon to the shock and bewilderment of the friends he abandoned fourteen days prior, battered and bloodied and reeking of his own excrement, but sporting a dapper new black hood.
Prompto: A skittish adventurer at the best of times, Prompto will spook at his own shadow and unleash a flurry of bullets that ricochet dangerously back toward him when he hears ominous whispers coming from the vast emptiness beneath his feet. He is helpless by himself, and his only present company is the sound of his own terrified sobs echoing throughout the high ceilings of the dungeon; after keeping vigil at a nearby haven for months on end, his comrades will mourn the loss of their ill-fated friend, before eventually moving on with their lives and keeping his memory alive by indulging in the occasional club sandwich at the Wiz Chocobo Post in Duscae. His remains will be unearthed by Lucian archaeologists a millennia later, his dusty skull found nuzzled between the enormous stone breasts of the Eos statue buried at the bottom of the ruins.
Gladio: The big man is better suited for shotgun-style warfare rather than tasks requiring more surgical precision; indeed, he grows increasingly irate with the futility of his efforts at maintaining some semblance of mindfulness after shattering the tenth priceless artifact within arm’s length in as many minutes. He eventually abandons any notion of tiptoeing gracefully through the proverbial tulips and opts for a more straightforward approach simply by bulldozing his way toward the end of the dungeon—ancient relics be damned—and not even the formidable bronze statues of the Infernian obstructing his path will stop him until he’s punched himself an escape route clean through the side of the Rock of Ravatogh, disturbing a flock of endangered Wyvern nesting in a nearby volcanic outcropping in the process.
Ignis: The strategist has done extensive research on the winding labyrinths Pitioss Ruins has to offer, and comes well-prepared to decrypt its most intimate mysteries; he navigates each progressively precarious obstacle with the ease and dexterity of a trained gymnast, stopping only briefly to marvel at the wonder and beauty behind the enigmatic symbolism of Ifrit’s fateful plight to rescue his beloved Eos. He then stuffs his hip satchel full of valuable loot less courageous explorers failed to obtain prior to his arrival, including—curiously enough—a pair of Genji gloves nestled in the navel of the goddess’ larger-than-life figure. After completing his quest to his satisfaction—and with a newfound appreciation of the Divine Struggle—Ignis returns to his friends’ fireside haven before they even have time to heat up the crispy Zu skewers he left them to warm their bellies with in his absence.
So I’m guessing last night’s episode wasn’t popular? I’m still sick and didn’t manage to watch it, but not sure if I ought to?
From what I’ve gather from my dash, most people seem to have a problem with:
1) Inconsistency in Dean’s behavior for the episode, swinging from worried/morose/pensive to flippant/dismissive/hooking up (given all the pressing issues at the moment)
2) The fact that Sam keeps getting the big kills and saving the day in a way they feel undermines Dean’s contributions to the team, and insults his character, and basically taking him out at the knees; as if the brothers aren’t being treated as equals, and not only are Dean’s skills as a hunter being insulted, but his intelligence as well, which is untrue to their whole dynamic?
I hate to do this because I’ve stepped away from the fandom and really am just fed up with it. And in light of the kind of stunts they are running right now - this is the last straw. I have been sitting on a story from my friend (I’m posting this for her. And she previously wanted me to keep it private but she gave me permission to post it.) I HAVE TO SAY THIS IS NOT MY STORY - MY friend gave me permission to post it. Please respect me and do not ask me who it is. She is not famous so it doesn’t matter who she is. This will be my last post about 1D for a long time if even forever. Because this fandom is NOT healthy. But anyway here’s the story (I won’t answer asks about it because I’m not posting it for the attention on me.) It’s a receipt that UAs deceive and contribute to damage control. Also if they tweet random shit about Larry or anything really that’s out of place like there’s prolly a reason why even if nobody is talking about anything in particular.
Now my friend was telling me and a group of friends about this little incident clubbing. It was in May in LA (it would have had to be May 9th? Because I tweeted the 10th about last night Calvin fucked up which I’m gonna add later.) that time Louis went clubbing with Calvin, Oli and Liam. It’s nothing incriminating to Louis OR Harry’s sexuality. BUT my friend’s friend went clubbing with them that night (the one night Liam was with them.) My friend told me that that her friend told her that Calvin was trying to get these girls to go back to the hotel where Oli, Calvin, etc were staying at and he was SO smashed and he was saying that the guys will be there and that they should come back with them and then backtracked to say that Louis wouldn’t be there because he’s staying at Harry’s. Now my friends and I didn’t really know if this was true but nonetheless we got a kick out of it and (I have a couple screencaps of tweets I sent out about the situation.) TO WHICH THIS GETS BETTER:
SO the next day 1DAlerts comes online to say they’re pretty sure Louis was staying with FRIENDS not Harry. Pretty convenient, eh? Nobody understood why they tweeted this. Because I mean aside from the normal chatter like NOBODY was tweeting about this story which is the MOST hilarious part! “Obviously….”
So here are my receipts:
If you see my tweets shading the situation are timestamped a couple hours BEFORE their tweet. And even better another friend of mine posted shading them for covering up when his friend fucks up and they called her crazy and were just “stating their opinion” They didn’t even mention the UA by name or the people involved :’) The funniest bit is we all were sitting on this and they really just confirmed the story to us when they were trying to cover it up… And no that one I’m replying to on these screencaps don’t know anything and is not my friend in this story so don’t harass them about this. I will not be divulging who it is. So again PLEASE respect and don’t ask who it is. I don’t wanna send out 18237429847289 replies saying no. It’s just gonna be a blanketed no.
I know there a lot of 🙁 from last night but I’m gonna choose to ignore that lol 🙃🙃🙃
just wanna give a big shout out to those that participated in #lizzingtonweek. anything from text posts to gif sets to fammix to meta. whatever you contributed, even likes and reblogs, was a great celebration of these two characters
thanks my dudes for making it a great week
when I’m not on mobile I’ll make a master post someone remind me in like 4 hours lol
it was a huge honour to be asked to contribute to Nico Colaleo’s Alice in Wonderland 150th Anniversary show last night at Meltdown Comics in LA! One day, I hope I’ll get to actually be able to go to opening night. There were so many amazing artists who participated, I’m so glad I got to be alongside them!
I decided to put a Korean twist on the Alice story; I have always been fascinated by my culture and wanted to somehow let that shine through my work. I hope it pleases the eye! Each of the flowers represents a flower native to Korea; mugunghwa (rose of Sharon, aka Korea’s national flower), Korean Pulsatilla, and Forsythia Korean Nakai.
Ask/Request: Hello! Could I please request a Steve x reader where Steve and her and getting very close but he lies to break her heart because he is afraid for her safety? A few days later he catches her crying and realizes how much he loves her and how big his mistake is and tries to make it up to her? Thank you!
Pairings: Steve x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, Sad (ish???)
A/N: I’m going to try and write all the request in my ask box today!! I do have one smut request that might take me a little longer but I’ll try! It’s only 8am… I can do this right? I just won’t eat food.
Word Count: 751
“You’re staring again…”
I looked over at my best friend who was smirking and huffed, “Am not.”
Bucky chuckled, “Are too. C’mon Steve just go talk to her? I think she likes you too.”
I rolled my eyes at Bucky and gazed over at the girl again, “Nah. It wouldn’t ever work out. She’s normal and I… I couldn’t ruin that for her.”
Bucky groaned getting up, “I have to do everything don’t I?”
He walked over to her table and started talking to her. I swore under my breath, as I watched her smiling and laughing with him. I should have gone over to talk to her first. I should have-
“Steve. This is Y/N, the normal one. Y/N this is Steve, the not normal one.”
She chuckled and extended a hand, “It’s nice to meet you.”
I smiled shyly back at her and shook her hand, “It’s nice to meet you too.”
We stood there awkwardly silent for a while before Bucky sighed, obviously annoyed, “So Y/N how about you join Steve here for some coffee? Okay great!”
Bucky ushered Y/N into the booth and then ran off leaving us alone. I sighed running my hand through my hair, “Sorry about him. He can be… outgoing sometimes.”
Y/N laughed, “Nah it’s nothing. Besides now I finally get to know you.”
I chuckled awkwardly staring down at my coffee, “You want to know more about me?”
She grinned resting her face on the back of her hands, “Yep. Give me all you got.”
Ever since that day I’d been going to the coffee shop everyday to go talk to Y/N. But this past week was different. I didn’t go to the coffee shop, I’d been on a mission. When I walked into the coffee shop I saw Y/N sitting in the corner picking boredly at a muffin, with a coffee in hand.
I went over to the her table and sat across from her, “Hey.”
She looked up at me surprised and gasped, “Steve! I’ve been worried sick. I thought something bad happened-”
“You’ve been worried?”
She scoffed, “Obviously Steve. Why shouldn’t I be?”
I pushed away from the table and stood up, “I gotta go. I’m sorry.”
I turned and left the coffee shop. This was what I never wanted to happened. I never wanted to burden her with my troubles. I had to stay away from that coffee shop. I had to stay away from her.
It had been months since I’d last been to that coffee shop. Since then I’d had been on a lot more dangerous missions, that almost killed me on more than one occasion. I missed that little coffee shop. It had crossed my mind countless times. More specifically she had crossed my mind countless times. It was driving me insane wondering what she was doing. How she was doing. I missed drinking my coffee with her and listening to her laugh. All of this contributed to why I was at the coffee shop, right now, at night, with an hour left till closing. I tapped mindlessly on the table, sipping my coffee and staring out the window.
I heard the coffee shop door open and someone come in but I payed no mind to it. I got up and went over to the counter and placing a tip in the tip jar before turning to leave.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw her sitting at the corner table crying, and couldn’t help the fact that her name fell off my lips. She looked up at me and I noticed her eyes were all red and puffy and her bottom lip was pouted out.
I moved quickly to her table and sat besides her taking her hand in mine, “Y/N? What’s wrong why are you crying?”
She sighed looking down at the table, “It’s just ever since we stopped talking everything’s been so hard. You know with work and with seeing you on the news and I just can’t take it anymore…”
In that moment I felt a surge of love for her so strong that I couldn’t stop the fact that I placed my hand on the back of her neck and pressed my lips to hers.
“I love you, I was stupid to stop coming here. I should’ve realized it before but I didn’t and I know I’m-”
She pressed her lips to mine wrapping her arms around my neck, chuckling softly, “I love you too stupid.“
crying a bit so sorry for incoherence and major errors you'll get the point
I’m so sorry if this is the 1st election for you. hope it turns u into an activist
i feel so sick about those we let down the most, those who needed it the most. the ones who will be most affected and were least heard.
93% of black women. love
i feel so inspired by the people who spoke out.
i want to talk about being at the javits center last night. the scene and feeling when things weren’t looking good is something i will carry with me always. the lighting, the mass amounts of people, hope — i was so proud to be there with thousands of hillary supporters who wanted to live in a better and less racist angry country.
note on javits center. typically i hate being in a room with many famous people but it was beautiful to be there with the people who have put their money, popularity and safety second to standing up and doing their part. I’m talking about amy schumer, america ferrera, gaga, LD etc etc. all of us have to remember what speaking out means. if its hard and has consequences then it must be pretty fucking important. dinner table with friends and family or an arena full of people, do your part to avoid days like today in the future. theres inevitably going to be a lot of this type coming up now ——
the failure of the press. have an opinion. take a stand and say something to the people that has weight and matters. don’t get played by trump over the next four years. stop being an aggregate of what famous people tweet and post. that culture is directly linked to trump being able to make this work. the most clicked item is sometimes the most disgusting. don’t legitimize it. please contribute to the notion that people are smart and interested, stop keeping us obsessed with what is so shockingly graceless. after all that is how we helped create trump.
today I’m no good, tomorrow ill be better
don’t accept things just because they happen slowly.
all trauma that I’ve i had in my life feels connected to what i felt at 10pm last night when there was a panic in me that i haven’t felt since 9/11 and losses in my family. i believe many of us are connecting this massive loss to personal losses as well. awful
grief and loss
i love this country
time and money. we must continue the conversation on how voting discriminates. voting takes time. signing up, printing, mailing, planning, going to polls, waiting on line for an hour or more… etc ect. people who’s votes matter most DONT HAVE TIME. time is money for people as well. yes its a law in many places to get 2 hours off of work to go vote….. but I’m sure thats not so smooth for minimum wage workers to announce to their boss. people who have time and money are heard and those people are voting with the interests of people with TIME AND MONEY and those are the very people in the least danger of government. why is so hard for those who need to heard and counted to make it happen in this day and age?
she won the popular vote.
look at who voted which way. 18 - 24 wanted hilllary. black women did. black men. latinos. jews. immigrants of all places etc etc. this says that this election is the last stand of old white men trying to keep this country from moving forward. we see it in the UK and all over the world — this last ditch effort to pull things back. I’m sorry we fell into it but never again.
sorry obama. love you
love you too hillay. thank you for making a path. can’t wait for the first female president. maybe she’ll be latino as well?
I read CN again last night. Before a big College party and i got racoon eyes but I regret nothing. I mean i couldn't tell people why i was looking like that but maybe i should have. It was like my last meeting with these guys. I read gaaaaay pornnnn and when you guys thought i was so smart for reading in English(ESL here) i was reading about people idiots in love.
Glad I could contribute to your educational experience, Anon! What a great way to improve your English skills! I love it. Glad you enjoy the fic so much. That’s so nice of you to come say. Hope you enjoyed your party!
a blurb where you are freaking out about going to an award show because you are feeling insecure about a dress you are wearing that is showing your scar on your back from spinal fusion surgery and Niall tries to calm you down? please :)
“No. Forget it. I’m not going.” Fumbling with the zipper at the side of the strapless column gown you started to shuffle back towards your room. Niall’s head shot up from where he was hunched over the ottoman, tying his black dress shoes. His eyes were blown wide with surprise and a tinge of panic. “Wha? Wait, baby, wait! Come back here, what’s the matter?!” You could hear Niall’s footsteps falling heavy as he strode down the hall after you.