new acquaintance

when we first got married i had to psych myself up every time to say “my wife” to a new person. it was awkward because with “girlfriend” a lot of people would just assume i meant “friend,” and of course “fiancée” is gender-neutral when spoken, so we’d always had plausible deniability. but the meaning of “wife” is pretty unavoidable. still, i made myself do it on principle, and slowly but surely it became natural.

now i love saying “my wife,” to everyone all the time. i love saying it to the old woman distributing the strawberries at the farm share, asking if she knows where i can still get rhubarb because every summer i make my wife a pie. i love saying it to the gay employee helping me at crate and barrel, telling him i’m buying these glasses because my wife and i both had them growing up, and seeing his eyes light up. i love saying it to friends of friends and to new acquaintances and to potential coworkers and to the women at the laundromat. i love being aggressively out, and i love having such an easy way to be aggressively out. i love being the first woman with a wife someone has ever met, making our existence part of their reality. i love being visible for other lgbt people who might feel a little less alone knowing i’m there, which helps me push past the fear when it comes. most of all, i love not hiding. i love saying “my wife” and i love my wife.

You don’t ever have to feel guilty about removing toxic people from your life. It doesn’t matter whether someone is a relative, romantic interest, employer, childhood friend, or a new acquaintance - you don’t have to make room for people who cause you pain or make you feel small. It’s one thing if a person owns up to their behaviour and makes an effort to change. But if a person disregards your feelings, ignores your boundaries, and “continues” to treat you in a harmful way, they need to go.
—  Daniell Koepke

Title: Adore You
Author: isthatyoularry
Words: 67k

“We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.

Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.

Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

Off Limits

→ Reader x Blind!Chanyeol 

→ “We don’t need you, Y/N. Chanyeol doesn’t need you.”

→ Warnings: curse-words and fondling (slightly smutty) 

Word count: 1,6K

You could feel Baekhyun’s blunt eyes on your back.

His gaze tore through your clothes and skin like fire and you couldn’t help but feel so flushed as you sat and ate your lunch together with Chanyeol as he sat several meters away, being forced to sit with some of the guys in his drama class. 

You had been walking with him and Chanyeol out to have your eyes in the beautiful, yet humid and blazing summer weather, when Baekhyun had been invited to sit with some new acquaintances whom he had met in drama class. He seemed hesitant to leave you and Chanyeol alone, but was eventually pursued and sat down. You smiled at him as you took Chanyeol in the hand and led him over to a small shadowed hill a little past the full tables.

You sat down on the drying grass as Chanyeol tiredly plopped down beside you, the sound of his butt hitting the ground making you groan in empathy. Glancing over at him as he found his own lunchbox before opening it, you smiled lowly as his whole mouth was forcibly ripped open in a big yawn. You chuckled.

“Why have you been up all night this time?”

Chanyeol gasps happily at my question. “The Weeknd’s new album is,” He pauses, his hand coming to rest on top of his heart to add extra effect to what he was about say. “splendid.”

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angelcroc  asked:

Does it actually help, while becoming acquainted with new dogs/cats who may not be entirely familiar with humans, to get down on their level and hold still with no eye contact? I feel like they're less intimidated, when I'm low to the ground and not just a huge pair of stocky legs, but that might just be me.

Absolutely. Especially because we don’t tend to notice that we accidentally loom over most smaller animals when trying to pay attention to them. 

One thing that really helps is to crouch down and stay still while turned sideways to the animal. Most animals don’t approach each other head on unless they’re either well acquainted or being aggressive, so facing them directly can be a little bit pushy and make an already uncomfortable animal much more skittish. If you turn sideways and put a hand at your side near them (sometimes out, sometimes just hanging at your side) they can approach at an oblique angle and sniff you while still feeling safe. 

Transfer: a Fred Weasley x Reader Imagine

Requested: yes

*I want to apologize in advance for any grammatical errors I may not have caught, punctuation (specifically commas) are my nightmare.*

In this imagine a student from the American Wizarding school, Ilvermorny, is thrust into the world of Hogwarts when her father receives a relocation. At Hogwarts, the reader is sorted into Ravenclaw and struggles to find her place. She does discover unlikely friends in her Charms class, and after a risky move strikes a deal that will make the new acquaintances inseparable. All the while Fred grows increasingly important in the reader’s heart, but is it meant to last?

[Y/n] - your name
Y/L/N - your last name
Y/N/N - your nickname
~~~ - indicates the passage of time.

Warnings: minor swearing (it’s literally one word)

Word count: 3,419


The worst part about being a witch with muggle parents, is that the problems of both worlds apply. Ilvermorny had been my home for three years, at least until my dad, a soldier for the U.S. military was restationed in the U.K., bringing the entire family with him. My parents seemed to believe that my education would be untouched by this move, or that maybe I could return to ‘regular’ school here. Luckily I’d heard about Hogwarts and shortly after moving into our new home I received an acceptance letter of transfer.

Standing here in the upper-level dormitories of Ravenclaw Tower, I can’t shake the feeling of homesickness I have for my old school. The few times I’ve left this tower have been for meals in the Great Hall, a room ringing with laughter and carefree conversations, the occasional whisper (presumably about me), and the occasional explosion from the Gryffindor table as some clumsy boy continuously fails at executing some spell. I’ve been focused on my studies since arriving, as the transfer left a gap, but Professor Flitwick, my head-of-house believes that I’ve caught up enough to attend regular classes. The very thought makes my stomach turn, but I suppose it would be good to make some friends.

I grab the stack of textbooks from my bed and head down the stone steps to attend my first class, Charms. The classroom is medium sized and arranged with tables and waist high walls around the outside, similar to a jury-box back home. Flitwick gestures to one of the unoccupied seats. I slide into the chair thankful that he did not feel the need to introduce me to the class. As I wait on class to begin, I pull out a worn leather journal and begin to document my surroundings.

“George!” I nearly jump out of my skin as a red-headed Gryffindor yells across the room, sliding swiftly over the table and into his seat beside me. His twin brother, at least that’s what I can assume, flashes him an award winning smile and an over exuberant thumbs up. The rest of the class files in shortly behind these two, and Flitwick begins his lesson.

The ginger who startled me is drumming away at the table top and looks at me almost as if he is surprised to see the seat occupied. His honey-brown eyes scan me quickly. Seeming to have completed his assessment, he goes back to drumming but this time on his books.

My quill’s scratching of notes on parchment is stopped by a folded paper forced between the two. Shooting an anxious glance at Flitwick, who is currently instructing a Hufflepuff on how to properly 'swish’ her wand, I open the note.

“Ravenclaw?” The handwriting is rough. I find the Gryffindor boy awaiting an answer.

“Yes.” I pass it back.

“Welcome to Hogwarts. New?”

“Yes and thanks.”

“Name?” He passes the paper back expectantly.

“[Y/n]” I shove the note back growing slightly frustrated. This is class, and Professor Flitwick could turn around any moment.

“Fred.” He writes back with a smile. I glance up to see George beaming and Professor Flitwick scowling in front of me. Fuming, he confiscates the note much to my classmates’ amusement. He seems more disappointed than angry, which somehow hurts worse. My face burns in shame, but Fred seems unphased.

“Now class,” Flitwick’s high pitched voice fills the room. “I hope you all have been paying attention, as we will now be having a quiz on what we have learned today.” Oh no. “Please take out a fresh piece of parchment and black ink. We will begin shortly, after the tables have been cleared.”

Flitwick writes question after question on an old blackboard. Much to my surprise the answers are fairly simple. As I glance around the room, I notice Fred struggling. His quill falls to the floor beside me, he coughs as he picks it up, “help.” Without knowing why, I copy a few answers onto an extra piece of parchment and drop it onto the floor with my quill when I get up to turn in my assessment. Flitwick watches as Fred places the quill on the table, and I hand him my paper, the weight of guilt like stone in the pit of my stomach. What I have just done goes against all logic and morals I have. It carries the additional weight of expulsion if found out. By the time I sit down, Fred has pocketed the answers and minutes later turns his test in with a grateful nod in my direction.

When class is dismissed, the Professor asks me to stay behind. My heart is hammering in my chest. Why did I help that boy?

“Miss Y/L/N?” I feel like I may throw up.

“Yes Professor Flitwick?” My blood is rushing to my ears.

“I wanted to see how you were acclimating.” He looks at me with a hint of concern. “Is everything alright?”

“Y-yes sir. I’m just a bit nervous moving and all. People have never really been my strong point.”

“Ahh, understandable. Well I will not keep you any longer. If you need anything, and I mean anything at all, feel free to drop by my office. As head of the Ravenclaw house it is my duty to make this transition as painless as possible.”

“Thank you Professor,” my lungs fill with air, the weight lifted.

“And do be careful with that Weasley boy; I know it was just an introduction, but he is often in trouble with Severus Snape. You need not be caught up in that mess. Good day,” the tiny man waves cheerfully as I exit the classroom, practically running.

As I hurry down the corridor I catch a snatch of conversation, “… really dude, she’s gorgeous … and she really helped your sorry arse? A Ravenclaw?”

“Hey [Y/n], wait up!” I turn to see the twins hurrying over from their previous position outside of Flitwick’s room. I clutch my books closer to my chest and begin to walk faster, feeling slightly bad for doing so, but knowing that if they say anything now there’s a chance Flitwick will hear them. I turn the corner and stop, reversing myself to face the advancing boys. They run into me at full speed.

“Oh God, sorry.” one says, dusting himself off and extending a hand. “I’m George.”

“And I’m Fred,” says the other as I try to regain my balance.

“As you know by way of note I’m [Y/n]. Nice to meet you both.”

“Why were you running away?” George asks.

“I needed to get some distance from that class before speaking.”

“Thanks by the way,” Fred says scratching the back of his neck. “When he asked you to stay I thought for sure you’d been caught.”

“So did I,” I laugh nervously.

“So why did you help my mirror image here?” George cocks his head, his left eyebrow arching upward.

“To be perfectly honest I don’t know. He looked rather pitiful for one.”

“Heyyy!” Fred crosses his arms. “Interesting accent you have there by the way. Where are you from?”

“I attended Ilvermorny in the States but came here by letter of transfer. I’m a military brat as my dad would say.” I hold my books a little tighter at the memory of home.

“What’s your next class?” George inquires. “I knocked you over, so I owe you as much as seeing that you arrive there smoothly.”

“Defense Against the Dark Arts, but it’s really okay. You two don’t need to be late, we are already running a bit behind.” I note the slowly emptying hallway.

“Won’t be the first time,” says Fred.

“Or the last,” George adds.

“Off we go then,” they state in unison, each looping an arm through mine and dragging me down the hall unexpectedly.

After several minutes of the twins bantering back and forth we arrive at the DADA classroom

“Here we are.” George smiles warmly.

“Thank you both.” Perhaps Flitwick was wrong about these two.

“Well we must be going darling. Don’t cry. Farewell, farewell.” George bows, kissing my hand theatrically.

“It was marvelous to meet you darling, absolutely marvelous, but the hour is late. Adieu, adieu.” Fred does the same as his brother, bowing deeply before his lips cross my hand.

Together they bound off down the hallway, jumping to hit a hanging banner at the other end. “Later [Y/n]!” They yell together as they round the corner. I enter class with an odd mixture of confusion and amusement filling my brain.


At dinner in the Great Hall, the twins wave at me from across the room They have the biggest personalities at Hogwarts thus far, and from what I’ve learned today hold many school records for their mischief. They definitely made today interesting, or at least bearable.

After dinner I follow my house members back to our common room, but not before noticing two mops of shaggy ginger hair watching me leave.


Just like yesterday, I arrive to charms early. After the note-passing incident I feel the need to be more careful. The struggling Hufflepuff from yesterday takes her seat across the room, and Flitwick hurries over to check her wand motions. As I watch intently, I miss Fred quickly sliding into the seat beside me.

“Hello,” he says brightly.


“Don’t sound so excited.” Sarcasm drips from his tongue. He leans back in his chair with an amused look on his face. “Are you capable of speech or should I tell George I’ve discovered an American language barrier?”

“Oh,” I glance away quickly. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want a repeat of yesterday. Flitwick is my head-of-house so I need to stay on his good side.”

“Well I understand that, but I must inform you that class hasn’t started yet.” He points out the now obvious fact, leaving me feeling quite ridiculous. “I would be rather hurt if you didn’t speak though, that seat of yours sat vacant for far too long.”

Class begins immediately after this comment and I shoot Fred an apologetic look. He was only trying to be friendly after all, and somehow I managed to go flat. It was as if my brain had stopped working. Our assessments from yesterday are passed out and I earn a proud smile from the tiny Professor, top marks.

Beside me Fred is practically dancing with delight. “What?” I ask, a shy smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. He’s so childish, but not in an annoying way.

“This is the highest marks I’ve made in this class all year!” he exclaims. Across the room George looks less than thrilled. Fred’s breath tickles at my ear and his shoulder gently bumps mine. “Thanks by the way.”

“It’s passed, let’s not bring it up again as it will never happen a second time.” I try to keep my voice low. Fred looks at me with puppy dog eyes, his lip poked out so far that an entire quidditch team could land on it. I stifle a laugh. “Well alright, how about this? I have a proposal for you.”

“[Y/n] dear, I’m truly flattered but I barely know you.” He places a hand over his heart. The classroom somehow becomes dead silent just in time for me to snort in laughter. Fred’s eyes go wide and across the room his brother’s mouth falls open. I clamp a hand over my mouth quickly, embarrassment causing my cheeks to turn Weasley hair red, and it happens again. Fred begins laughing loudly to cover for me, and soon the entire class is laughing for no apparent reason.

Things finally quiet down and Flitwick gives Fred a stern look. “Mr. Weasley?”

“Yes.” Both Fred and George answer. They exchange glance that can only mean this has happened before.

“Fred Weasley.”

“Yes?” George answers.

“No, then George Weasley.”

“Sir?” Fred replies, earning a few snickers from the class.

“I’d appreciate it if you would share whatever-”

“Sir, I’m George!” George interrupts.

“But I just-”

“No sir. I’m George, always have been,” George says earnestly.

Flitwick lets out a mighty puff of air and turns back to Fred, drawing himself to his full –and still rather undaunting– height. “The joke Weasley.”

“Oh Professor, you see, I was just thinking to myself-”

“Let me stop you right there. That sounds dangerous,” the little old man chuckes at his own joke and resumes teaching in good spirits. His anger vanished at the easygoing smile Fred offered up under pressure. Apparently spells aren’t the only thing charming in this room, and I’m beginning to notice.

The rest of class passes quickly, and I exit the classroom with Fred and George. “So,” George begins, “ he made you laugh so hard you snorted. Must have been some joke.”

“George, I must say it was no laughing matter, we were nearly engaged. Gave me a frightful scare really, seeing as we are both rather young for that sort of business.” Fred recounts.

“You were almost engaged to my brother?!?” George fakes shock. “How rude, didn’t even ask for my blessing.”

I sigh and shake my head with a smile. “No George, it was not at all like that. I said I had a proposal for Fred, not that I was proposing to him.”

They look at each other and shrug. “Same thing.” The two seem to be literal extensions of each other, forever speaking in sync.

“Well,” George looks at me expectantly. “Out with it then.”

I look around anxiously not wanting to be overheard. This plan is one I hatched last night in bed. The boys seem nice enough and I do not want to repeat the same drudgery of constant studying without fun as I did at Ilvermorny. “You teach me how to prank, I’ll tutor you both in return.”

Fred raises an eyebrow. Throwing his arm around George’s shoulder he holds up a finger. “One moment please, I need to speak with my associate.”

Within seconds of whispering they turn back around. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Ravenclaw.”


The grass beneath a weeping willow by the lake tickles at my neck. I’ve been at Hogwarts for six months. Summer is rapidly approaching and my chest grows heavy at the fact. It’s funny really, how quickly this place has become my home. While I miss Ilvermorny, I know I will miss this place more, mostly because of the people, namely Fred and George. Over the past several months of wreaking mayhem around school I’ve developed a strange sort of feeling for Fred. I would say butterflies, but really it’s an entire menagerie of fluttering creatures in my stomach.

“So the year is almost up,” George says from my left.

“Are you going to be back next year?” asks Fred. He lies in the grass on my right. One of the few clear days we have had, has resulted in an afternoon of watching clouds pass by.

“I certainly hope so,” I sigh, “ but with my dad’s job I can never be sure.” We listen to the rustling of the branches overhead and I prop up to grab my journal. I don’t want to forget this.

I smile as I flip through the pages, six months of pranks, six months of escaping detention, six months of angering Filch and sneaking out at night to meet the boys. Notes are pressed between the pages with the last of the fall leaves. Margins are filled with descriptions of fiery red hair, thundering laughs, almost inaudible whispers, and my thoughts. This book breathes like a part of me, and I suppose it is.

“What’s that?” George rolls into his stomach, watching me with curiosity. “I always see you scribbling in that thing but I’ve never asked.”

“Just an old journal, nothing major.” I try to shrug it off in hopes he won’t move closer to read. “Just stories and things I need to remember. It’s rubbish really.” I close the book and collect my things. If he had seen, he would have surely known how I feel about his brother. “Race you to the Great Hall? We are going to miss supper.”

“You’re on!” They both exclaim, jumping to their feet.

“3 … 2 …1!” I shout, tripping over a root and dropping my books. The boys laugh and help me pick them up.

“This reminds me of the day we all met. George helped you up and we all laughed at our clumsiness.” Fred says helping me dust off.

“Reminds me of how we absolutely confused Snape until he had Peeves run a tripwire for revenge.” I mumble as we cross the grounds.

“At any rate, it’s been an excellent year.” George says, pushing open the door. We say a quick goodbye and hurry to our respective tables.

After a delicious dinner I sit in my dorm completing assignments. Wait. Where is my journal? My mind flashes back to the tumble I took and George’s smug face floats into my mind as I pull a piece of grass from my Charms textbook. Oh no. If he read it he knows-

“Hey [y/n]?” A younger Ravenclaw girl sticks her head into the room. “I found this on the ground by the willow, you must have forgotten it.” The girl hands me my leather journal as I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Thank you so much.” I flip through the pages as she shuts the door. That was close.


The walls of the dorm are bare, my friends all down at the Hogwarts train station. I’m running a bit late as I have been writing last minute details down. I place my treasured journal into the top of my trunk as the door creaks open.

“Hey Y/N/N,” Fred leans against the wooden bedpost.

“Hey. I can’t believe this is it.”

“I can’t either.” He seems a bit nervous and far less chatty than usual.

“It’ll be okay of course, there’s always next year.” I attempt to smile cheerfully despite my secret. Little does he know, but last Monday I received an owl saying that my family and I will be returning to the states. My father has received work as a recruiting officer.

“What is it?” Concern mixes into Fred’s already uneasy voice.

“What do you mean?”

He takes a step closer to me. “You know what I mean. That was a fake smile, you’ve been off all week, just tell me.”

I take a deep breath, “I’m going back to America.”

“Oh.” He silently opens his arms, the wind knocked out of him. As he holds me tight he nuzzles his face into my hair and I try to memorize his scent. “I hope you are happy there.” His voice nearly breaks my heart. Where I’m going is no longer home. Hogwarts is home.

“Thank you,” I whisper as he releases me. He walks towards the door but stops abruptly. In two steps he crosses the room, his hands tangle with my hair. He presses his lips to mine. I’m shocked but I don’t resist. They are silky smooth and tinged with salt from the tears running down my face. He slowly breaks away.

“I didn’t want to miss my last chance to do that.” The little composure I had shatters at his words. “George saw the notebook that day by the willow. He put it back after dinner. I was hoping we would have more time.”

I nearly choke, “You were hoping?”

“Yeah,” he looks at his feet. “I thought you were cool after Charms that first day, but as we spent more time together …” he trails off. His light brown eyes look into mine mournfully. “Please write. Promise me you’ll write.”

“I will. I promise.”


We disembarked the Hogwarts Express that day with tears in our eyes. George gave me a quick hug goodbye, and I fussed at him for stealing my notebook (All in good spirits of course). Fred held onto me until Molly dragged him away. Six hours later I was on a flight home.

It’s been three months and my parents have settled back into American life again, and though I have not, they have accepted this fact. My heart belongs to ivy walls, weeping (and whomping) willows, ancient secrets, and a red-headed boy named Fred. I pull out a piece of letter parchment and a quill to write him three words.

“I’m coming home.”

Thank you so much for reading lovelies. I love each and every one of you. Thank you also to the ever patient and kind person who requested this imagine a few days ago. While I had a few mental blocks writing this, I thoroughly enjoyed the journey.

A quick reminder that requests are open on my page. Don’t worry too much about the future, tomorrow will care for itself. Smile, you are beautiful! And always keep swimming.


“Don’t you think so?”, your voice rang sweetly through his ears finally getting newts attention. He made eye contact with your amazingly (y/e/c) eyes. They held so much emotion and every time you looked at him it gave him butterflies. “Hmm”, he rang out with an answer. You smiled at his daydreaming, “Jacobs apple fritters are the best.” He nodded acceptingly and hummed an agreement. You went back to talking to the new acquaintance, you had just gone to get some more coffee beans for Tina and queenie, newt volunteered to go with, but you had found someone you knew.

He was board of the woman’s dull conversation, he didn’t mind yours though, you had a sweet way of talking. To him your voice sounded like soft pillows and the honey in his favorite tea. And your beauty surpassed that of any woman he had ever met, your wonderfully soft face relaxed his anxiousness and made it easier to be around people. He hated making eye contact but every time your eyes met his, he would linger in the awkwardness just a minute longer just so he could memorize every different shade of (y/e/c) your eyes held.

He had feelings for you, It all started when he caught himself talking about you to his creatures every time he went to feed them, the realization didn’t come to him until a painful Tuesday when he was feeding frank telling him a story about you explaining your book to him. He loved you. It hit him in the heart and he had to sit down and rethink everything. You definitely made an impact on the poor obsessed man. Every once in a while you would say something or do something so cute that the urge to hug you was the most challenging thing he ever had to do.

But what he didn’t know was that while he was zoning out thinking about your wonderfully stunning smile you couldn’t help but look over at his beautiful freckle covered face and wonder if you would ever be lucky enough for him to look at you the way you looked at him,just once.

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invite a new acquaintance over and only play slowed soundcloud songs with anime pics as the cover, and names like w i  t h  u. and shush them when they try to talk over the track

have some fun vivienne facts!

  • if the inquisitor romances dorian, vivienne receives a letter from an acquaintance in tevinter expressing shock at the “disturbing rumors” of their relationship, and vivienne responds by ripping the acquaintance a new one
  • repeatedly expresses sorrow at civilian deaths (”the defenseless are always the first casualties of war”)
  • cole said this about her harrowing “no, I will not fall, no one will control me ever again…shaking, hollow, harrowed but smiling at templars to show them i’m me, i am not like that”
  • despite her insistence that cole is a demon, she was worried for him
  • unlike solas, she is afraid of demons
  • finds it delightful that varric is writing a story with her as the villain
  • “my dear, if i didn’t want people to fear me I wouldn’t dress like this”
  • wants to send a sternly worded letter to varric’s tailor
  • was born in wycome 
  • has read hard in hightown
  • “i am the most dangerous thing in the room, darling”
  • treats bull like a favorite son and teaches him to dance
  • bull compares her to a qunari dreadnought, which she enjoys
  • greatly admired divine justinia
  • sees templars as a useful tool
  • “that which makes you different can be a burden or a source of strength”
  • was taken to the circle at such a young age that she doesn’t remember her parents
  • passes information on to sera and the friends of red jenny
  • worries for dorian’s safety in trying to reform the imperium, tells him to be careful

Heaven only lets a few in
It’s too late for me to choose it
Don’t waste precious tears on me, I’m not worth the misery
I’m better off when I’m alone - Real life

So what can you show me
That my heart don’t know already?
We make our own sense - Losers ft Labrinth

Go tell your friends about it
I’m that nigga with the hair
Singing ‘bout popping pills, fucking bitches, living life so trill - Tell your friends

That girl been drinkin’ all day, need to change bladder
She’s just happy that the crew’s back in town
She 'bout to go downtown for a whole hour - Often

I only call you when it’s half past five
The only time that I’ll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me - The Hills

I got 'em wanting to embrace their sins
These girls born in the 90’s are dangerous - Acquainted

And I know she’ll be the death of me, at least we’ll both be numb
And she’ll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come
All the misery was necessary when we’re deep in love - Can’t feel my face

I don’t wanna hurt you but you live for the pain
I’m not tryna say it but it’s what you became
You want me to fix you but it’s never enough
That’s why you always call me cause you’re scared to be loved - Shameless

You make it look like it’s magic (oh yeah)
Cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you, you - Earned it

It make her weak when she hear it
And it got her on her knees like religion
She was young and she was forced to be a woman
Yeah, all the time, all the time - In the night

Show me your broken heart to know your flaws
Baby I’ll take, I’ll take, I’ll take, I’ll take you as you are - As you are

In my dark times I’ll be going back to these streets
Promising everything I do not mean - Dark times ft Ed Sheeran

I think I’ve been in Hollywood for too long
Cause I can feel my soul burning, feel it burning slow
But I would be nothing without the touch
I feel the rush and it’s amazing - Prisoner ft Lana del Rey

I don’t know
I get so wrapped up in a world where nothing’s as it seems
And real life is stranger than my dreams - Prisoner ft Lana del Rey

And even though we live inside
A dangerously empty life
You always seem to bring the light - Angel

The Weeknd - Beauty behind the madness

Plum and Peach: Underrated

From the creator of Adventure Time, we got the series Bravest Warriors. Bravest Warriors, the web cartoon, has a lot of meh going for it mostly because of the 3 year long hiatus between Seasons 2 and 3, alongside putting it on some dumb mobile platform like they did for Bee and Puppycat. I

One of the characters is named Plum. She is Beth’s best friend, and often portrayed as another love interest for Chris. The comics subverted her character and made her have a positively developed relationship with another female character, Peach.

Even when they’ve just barely met, Plum has some romantic interest in her new acquaintance. 

And immediately, even though she knows it’s a lie, Peach doesn’t really feel too good when Plum lies to generate a force field on their frog mech.

Later on, Plum falls into the water near a giant monster they were battling. Despite not being “brave” and not knowing that Plum is a merewif, Peach jumps into the water after her despite the risks.

The arc ends with the BW leaving the planet, but Peach has been left with Plum’s phone number. 

The next arc sees the BW becoming camp counselors. Despite not mentioning her by name, Plum writes a letter/postcard to Peach. 

Eventually the two reunite in a beautiful kiss. Unfortunately, the comic ended shortly after these two got together. Here’s hoping Peach becomes an actual character in the cartoon!

“What a shame. You’d be a great mum.”

What on earth are you basing that on, kind stranger? Because from over here, I don’t know if my short supply of patience, tremendous reliance on copious alone time, general weariness regarding childlike things and lifelong aversion to mess and noise really make me a likely contender for Parent of the Year.

Why do people throw out these meaningless sentiments? Think of all the truly great mothers who work tirelessly towards the well-being and happiness of their children - how dreadful for them to be tossed in the same bag as me, who believes children are a sort of pestilent vomiting monkey.

Why is this often the only compliment that women receive? Nobody has ever told me I’d be a great firefighter, or a great doctor, or a great explorer.

Let’s say I was talking to a new acquaintance, and told her I wouldn’t really want to be a marine biologist. How weird would it be for her to insist, knowing almost nothing about me, that actually she thinks I would be a marvellous marine biologist? Especially if our previous conversation had involved how I like neither fish, nor boats, nor wearing a wet-suit, and nor do I ever want to learn to like them.

And yet people reassure me of my obvious suitability for motherhood on a regular basis.

Recommended Reading: Richonne Edition Part Six

Here’s another quick list of some Richonne fics to help us cheer up. Enjoy!
(Part 1  here, part 2  here, part 3 here , part 4 here and part 5 here)

An Act of Love  by santiagorocksx3  A thunderstorm and a restless Judith leads Michonne to tell Rick about her most guarded secret: Andre.

And Baby Makes…   by blacklitchick Rick and Michonne discuss the past and the future.

Aural Sex by cakeby_thepound  Rick and Michonne make the most of a night apart. (Richonne one-shot.)

Clear  by leeeel  AU Michonne and long-time boyfriend Mike Anthony both own and manage one of Atlanta’s top Art Gallery.While their business is going great and only getting better, their relationship is faltering. Just how will her new acquaintance with businessman Rick Grimes completely change her world? Michonne, Rick G.

Half WayBy: Amrcncpprhd   Half Way begins sometime after the S5 finale. Rick and Michonne try and come to grips with their feelings for each other. There are some gory parts, a lot of bad language, and sexual content. It’s for adults only! This is a Richonne fic. I do not own The Walking Dead or any of its characters. Enjoy! MA

My Best Friend’s Wedding  by cakebythepound   Michonne and Rick recently ended a seven-year relationship, and now, Glenn and Maggie’s wedding is forcing them back together for the first time since the last time. (Richonne AU.)

The Note By: severelybabykryptonite   AU/High School Richonne. The most popular senior in school takes notice of a sophomore after he reads a note he was NEVER supposed to know existed.

PathwaysBy: TheBaeTide   Rick’s group made it to ASZ, and Rick still ended up with a cut throat attitude, despite not losing as many people along the way. The group still manage to fall into the Saviors clutches, but that might not be a terrible thing for some. AU. Walkers.

The Observers   by  Grimesfan2501   Jealous Rick learns how to mange his jealousy.  Team family gets to weigh in on how he is doing.Rick is Rick. Michonne is life.

Pride  by Midnights-AM-Child  After a depressing split from their partners, Rick and Michonne meet during Pride Week in Atlanta. After the festivities end, their friendship and chemistry remain. They find they are exact what each other needs as their lives change. (AU, if the zombie apocalypse didn’t happen)

Refreshing by: severelybabykryptonite   Michonne is worried about the ASZ and Rick tries to comfort her.

When I see you by: Vegaslover   Rick is attracted to new star volleyball player Michonne and doesn’t know how to approach her. Starts when they are in high AU,non zombie, Richonne story.

Where The Roses Are By: TheBaeTide   Rick and Michonne appear to be two very different teenagers on the surface, but a string of events lead them to recognise each other, developing a better understanding of what they’re coming from and what they’re up against. AU. No walkers. High school. Some LoRick.

Adore You by isthatyoularry

Length: 66k

“We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.

Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.

Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

Ao3, Chaptered, Completed

A misunderstanding

Summary: When Caitlin completely forgets about her movie date with her best friend, Y/N, she invites her along with herself and Barry to go clubbing. And Y/N thinking the two are an item gets sad when her feelings get strong towards her new acquaintance Barry.

018: I want to hear you sing

Pairing: Barry Allen x Jealous!Reader

Warning: So the setting is from that Flash episode when Barry and Caitlin sing karaoke. But hey! This is just the setting so the following will be based on that episode;)) AND there are some swear-words (is that warning-worthy though? IDK)

A/N: Here’s a little something for y'all. The request’s from Wattpad ;)


“Hey Cait, where were we supposed to meet up later? I kind of forgot…” It had been a long day at work for Y/N, and all she could think of was her and her best friend’s movie-pizza-date later on.
Oh shit, sorry Y/N! I promised Barry to go to this club later and completely forgot about our plans!” Y/N laughed to assure Caitlin that it was no big deal. 
“It’s ok Cait, you need to go out and have some fun. I mean, we were just supposed to get some takeaway and rent movies, anyways. And going to a club is way better for you,” And she meant that, Y/N had noticed Caitlin’s change of mood after the Ronnie-accident, and to be honest: she was worried about her friend’s health.

Hey, why don’t you join us?!
“For real? Uhm… won’t that be a bit awkward?” Y/N wasn’t too keen on third-wheeling tonight. And though she loved her best friend to death, her offer kind of scared Y/N’s inner introvert a bit.
No! It won’t! Barry will be fine!
“Uhm, ok then!” Caitlin told Y/N where to meet and when, and then they hung up. Before she walked out of the office, Y/N prayed it wouldn’t be too awkward to tag along on her best friend’s date with her colleague – which was very unlike her Cait.‘Well… at least she’s meeting other guys…’

Y/N was beginning to shiver for standing still for so long. ’Oh, Cait! What’s taking you so long? Wait… It was at 8, right?' Just when she was about to let her anxiety take a hold of her, and start worry she was an hour too early, Y/N saw her friend come towards her with a very attractive guy next to her. ’Stop it, Y/N, Barry is Cait’s!' 
“Y/N! Sorry we’re late,” Caitlin reached out to hug her.
“It’s ok,” Y/N smiled back at her friend reassuringly, her eyes quickly drifting over to the handsome stranger in front of her.
“Oh, Y/N this is Barry, Barry this is my best friend Y/N,” Barry held his gaze on Y/N as they shook hands.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N,”
“You too, Barry,” Y/N said, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach.

Though it wasn’t very characteristic of Y/N to get so comfortable around new people, Barry was different. It may have had something to do about them pretty much getting forced to talk, because Caitlin suddenly had decided to disappear, but still. It was easy to talk to Barry. He was funny, and he had such a passion for physics it made Y/N want to do a Ph.D. on the subject. He was incredible. He was perfect – just too bad he was taken.

While Y/N admired him, she didn’t know Barry did exactly the same to her. He loved how her eyes sparkled when she talked, just as much as he loved her laughter, and he was sure he could listen to her for hours. The only thing that shattered his heart was when her face suddenly would turn from lively and alive, to sad and almost a bit…disappointed?

“Barry! Barry come up here! Barryyyyyyyy!” The turtledoves were interrupted in their little moment by a very drunk Caitlin. 
“Looks like my dear friend wants you to sing some karaoke,” Y/N smirked at Barry, getting lost in his eyes. It wasn’t before the entire place started chanting his full name that she snapped out of her trance. 
“Come on Barry Allen, I want to hear you sing,” with a playful tone, she managed to get Barry standing and walk towards the scene.

“You’re fast, you can sing, what can’t you do?!” Caitlin pretty much shouted as the two rock stars came back to the table where Y/N was grinning like a little child. ’Fast? Does she mean like… oh right, yeah…’
“That was so good!!” Y/N tried to keep up a happy face.
“I know!” Caitlin jumped but quickly stopped, her face turned pale – with a tint of green, and she excused herself.
“Uh… I’ll just go, uhm…”
“Yeah, you should,” Barry smiled, still looking at Y/N when she walked after her friend with adoration in his eyes.

Now holding Caitlin’s hair back while she threw up, was something Y/N rarely did. Last time must have been at the graduation party of college, or maybe that party they went to and met Ronnie for the first time? The point being that in spite of the disgusting setting, Y/N was happy because she knew her friend needed this: to get out and live. 
“There, there, hun. Let it all out,”

Walking back – it must have been 20 minutes, Y/N was looking forwards to see Barry. Though when she saw the guy she crushed on majorly, sit by the bar with a beautiful woman, her chirpiness vanished. ’Ugh, Y/N, you guys could never have been a thing anyway! He’s with Cait- wait a second!' Striding over to them, Y/N grabbed both of their attention.
“I knew you were too perfect! We’re away from you for what, 10 minutes? And you’re already flirting with other girls?! Ugh, you’re such a jerk!” her little speech seemed to scare the stunning girl away, and a hurt expression was left on Barry’s face.

“What do you mean, Y/N?” He asked, a bit confused as well.
“You know what I mean! You’re with Cait! You can’t just… just… What are you smiling for?! It’s very hard to stay mad at you when you’re smiling like that!” Y/N was getting frustrated. OK, so there may have been a bit too much alcohol in her system, but her words were still close to her heart.
“I’m smiling, Y/N, because Caitlin and I are just friends,” Realising her mistake, Y/N’s cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

“Barry… I want to go home…” Caitlin came stumbling over to them, Y/N still red and Barry still smiling at her.
“Yeah, I’ll get you home Caitlin, you ok Y/N?”
“Uh, yeah, totally,” Y/N didn’t know what to say, she was so embarrassed! ’Does he know I like him now? Of course he does, captain obvious!’
“I can come walk you home after dropping her off?”
“No, I’ll be fine, but thank you,” and then she was alone.

“God Y/N, why do you always have to be so awkward?” Y/N scolded herself, referring to what just happened.
“Uhm, Y/N?” His voice made her look up at his beautifully perfect face. Barry came back?
“Here, maybe we can get together sometime? Alone, though,” he winked at her and then walked out to their drunk friend in need. In her hands was now a white piece of paper with a ten-digit number on it. He gave her his number. They were going to hang out. They had a chance.


A/N: OK, so this is pretty shitty writing, but I have something real good waiting for you :**


Extroverted Sensing (Se):

  • Strong real-world focus, with a desire to experience all life has to offer
  • Sensitive to physical stimuli, often seeking to engage with it
  • In tune with the immediate physical environment
  • Lives fully (and immerses self) in the moment
  • Thinks on the move
  • Steers away from contemplative lifestyles
  • Enjoys exerting their physical energy
  • Able to recognize others’ levels of motivation or willpower
  • Comfortable taking initiative when others cannot or won’t do so
  • Easily senses power dynamics
  • Often strives for dominance in professional or personal relationships
  • Seeks to minimize dependencies on others
  • Adapts quickly to the changing environmental needs
  • Frequently seeks new experiences, stimuli, or acquaintances
  • Lacks caution or reserve, may use physical force to accomplish things
  • Can appear impulsive, rash, or aggressive

Introverted Thinking (Ti):

  • Adept at formulating logical systems, models, and reasoning
  • Uses this model as a basis for understanding the world
  • Tends toward logical absolutes
  • Little faith in established rules unless they ‘make sense’
  • May find processing ambiguity difficult
  • Critical of anything that doesn’t match their established interpretation
  • Flexible in expanding or dispensing with infallible systems
  • Retains information deemed useful to their own ends
  • May reference facts, statistics or historical examples to back up claims
  • Eager to learn about a wide variety of things
  • Often motivated by the prospect of rewards and status

Extroverted Feeling (Fe):

  • Values highly vibrant emotional environments
  • Seeks to freely interact and be themselves without moral judgment
  • Often not good at relieving perceived ‘dull’ atmospheres
  • Can appear unfriendly, brusque, unwelcoming, or insensitive
  • Likes large group environments centered on a common shared goal
  • Enjoys surprising or provoking reactions in others
  • Often competitive or seeks positive attention

Introverted Intuition (Ni):

  • Tends to lack restraint or moderation
  • Perceives most situations through instinct
  • Often acts without considering the future consequences
  • May leap to conclusions quickly or haphazardly
  • Often unaware of a difficult situation’s subtle intricacies
  • Finds it difficult to slow down their thought patterns
  • Tends to seek a deeper sense of ‘meaning’ in life
  • Can be oblivious to deeper meanings, hidden symbols, or     metaphysical ideas
  • May aggressively seek answers from multiple sources
  • Often drawn to individuals who can express intuitive worldviews
  • Attracted to individuals more inclined to intuitive reflection than action

Compiled by Charity / the Mod. Based on MBTI and Socionics definitions.

stormchildknight  asked:

Hey. New follower. Love the blog already. For Overwatch OC could we get #1? Cage is kind of awesome.

Overwatch OC Meme: #1 - A Backstory Moment

And with this, the OC Meme is done! Thank you so much to everyone who sent in an ask - getting to explore Cage in this way has been way too much fun. This one especially, and even though it took me eons to get out, I hope you’re satisfied! 

I think this is Cage in her early twenties, when she’s first being looked into by Vishkar as a designer and ends up travelling around for work. She was always in the thick of protests and rallies for peace between humans and omnics, but the physical violence wasn’t very prevalent where she grew up. To see this broke her heart. 

She came across this fellow in her travels through the UK and fixed him up - she keeps a small tool kit in her knapsack.

so this has been a pretty shitty year overall but i do have to say that one of the good things to happen this year was meeting so many awesome people who helped to make this shitty year a little less shitty. this follow forever is specifically for all my amazing mutuals; old friends, new friends, and acquaintances. thank you so much for following my silly blog and putting up with all my silly posts. you’re all so wonderful and i hope you have a great 2017 !  (also, if you’re not on this list but we’re mutuals, i clearly fucked up and you should definitely be on here. i tried to make sure i included everyone but if i did forget you, it wasn’t intentional !!)

@andyetilienot / @averagepasserby / @bcburnhams / @bedeliadumaurier / @blanches-dubois / @blnchedubois / @bowiebarnes / @campaignofmisinformation / @danakatharine / @danasculiy / @darebaredaisy / @darncrisis / @davidduchovny / @davidduchovnyvevo / @deschanels@dinascully / @dog-lady / @dollhouse / @emilysims / @endofadream / @exilevilifys / @fox-muldr / @foxmoulder / @foxmulders / @foxmuldos / @foxwilliamlder / @frypotatoma / @gillianlesbian / @gilllovny / @i-heart-scully / @ihavefeministbones / @itsnewmath / @jimparscns / @joshuawashinton / @kalingnovak / @kangin-hyung / @kirksjames / @klainest / @lattefoam / @leslieknopedanascully / @lilykakes / @loyalstiles / @lukeskyvalke / @maybethereishopetxf / @mckinnonkate / @mulaneysbutt / @mulderfiles / @mulderswaterbed / @noamchimpsky / @one-in5billion / @parks-jimins / @perplexistan / @plaidalien / @poedameronsss / @qilliananderson / @scully-dana / @scullymullder / @scullys / @sewenteensir / @shaniatwainvevo / @shepards / @skeptiscullz / @spookyymulder / @stellagbson / @tealesbian / @teenblainegel / @thefallfiles / @themonsterisalush / @thetvmouse / @thexfiles / @treeoflife2011 / @trusttnno1 / @urcrazymulder / @woods-elle / @xfiles-behind-the-scenes / @zachhstone