no safe for works okay

one day, after training, shiro fell asleep on a chair because he was exhausted and Pidge and Hunk decided to braid his hair

Remember...
  • You are not your thoughts.
  • You don’t have to act on your thoughts.
  • Your thoughts alone do not make you who you are.
  • The people around you are safe.
  • You are safe.
  • You are going to be okay.
Risky Behavior

Y’all, this is NOT SAFE FOR WORK. NSFW. THIS IS SMUT. SEX ON A PAGE. Okay, you’ve been warned. This is written as a thank you for 1,000 followers! I’m so happy that all of you have deigned to entertain my crazy ideas, and my rants, and all of the multiple fandoms I’m involved in. I don’t ge t to talk to you guys a lot, because sometimes I feel like it would be a little weird if I tried to insert myself in conversations, and also because I admire you all so much AND i’M SHY, but please know I admire you greatly from afar. That being said, I’m always open to conversation, because I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU ALL. SO THANK YOU AND ENJOY FEYSAND SEX. (aLSO FEEL FREE TO TALK TO ME i need to be more social this year)

I’m bored.

I scowled at the note that had appeared on the piece of toast I was about to eat. I had nearly eaten the paper, and I knew Rhys knew this, because I could feel laughter flicker down our bond. I dropped the toast back on the plate and plucked the note back up, casting a wary glance over my shoulder before answering him.

I’m sorry.

I watched the note disappear and then finally took a bite of my toast, the butter simple and bland, like everything I ate in the Spring Court. I’d been eating more food than I was the last time I was here, evidently to Tamlin’s chagrin, because the servants started putting less and less on my plate.

I couldn’t say I’d ever been more insulted in my life.

Or hungry.

Go do something fun to Tamlin. All of this sitting and waiting for the ‘opportune moment’ as Mor keeps saying, is driving me out of my mind.

I rolled my eyes and took a small sip of my tea—jasmine, my only comfort from home. From the Night Court. If he wanted fun, I could give him fun. Just, maybe not his idea of fun.

Calanmai is coming up. Maybe I could—

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efflorescent-ecstasy replied to your post “Every human being inherently deserves safe food, clean water, and…”

Okay but if you are ABLED to work to get these necessities, then work. If you are in POVERTY and physically cannot work, they should be given for free. There is a huge difference between lack of motivation and poverty in a socioeconomic class. Just because you’re able to work but chose not to should automatically make you receive free things. If you can work, work. Don’t let those motivated to work pay for your needs when they are working to provide their needs. If you’re physically DISABLED + CANNOT go to work, then yes, you need those necessities for free.

So who gets to decide if you are “disabled enough” to qualify for this? Because that’s actually a HUGE PROBLEM in America. 

And, maybe I wasn’t clear- EVERY human being inherently deserves the things needed to stay alive.  

Not “everyone gets everything for free”, not “only people who I think are disabled enough get food for free.” EVERYONE is entitled to not starving, whether or not you think they are lazy. 

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@meeshfitz: It takes a lot to bring this cold hearted bitch to tears, but if you meet @JuliaSokolowski you know… She has a way of melting any heart.

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You did a good thing.

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You are okay, you are safe.


In this moment, you are okay. You are safe, you are protected, and you are loved. In this moment, you are enough.

If your situation at home, school, work, etc. is not safe and okay, however, I encourage you to please reach out. Your health and safety come first, so if there’s anything serious going on please seek help. As a community we all want you to be safe and well, wherever you are.

Keep on shining!
♥ Courtney

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kastle week I day 5 I rear view (zayn malik)

I never doubted myself
But I doubted you
I’m tired of looking at myself
In my rear view

I can’t buy Ezekiel not remembering anything. The episode established that the reason the others couldn’t remember the loop was because they were unsaved characters, but Ezekiel wasn’t except for the last loop. So, it doesn’t make sense that he wouldn’t remember ANYTHING after crashing the game.

So, I’m pretty sure that Ezekiel remembers every loop EXCEPT the last one.

But that doesn’t matter because whatever he did worked, his friends are safe, and he’s okay too. He’s okay to go back to HIS normal. His image.

And yes he’s said it himself (even if this was supposed to tie into that episode it also thematically ties in with Ezekiel’s whole character), “Image is everything.”

And his normal, his image, is the narcissistic talented thief that he’s carefully crafted. It’s his shield and armour. By pretending to have had his memories reset, he can slip back into that because he knows that eventually the others will start treating him the way they used to again.

As the “annoying little brother”.

(No sorry I’m not getting over that word choice. In a whole speech about friendship, for an Asian person to use that word… We mean it. Ezekiel may have called it friendship but he thinks of them as family.)

@disappearing-simsreplied to your post: i get so fucking scared when i’m in an uber on my…

SAME but i’ve never taken an uber late at night… just be sure to tell someone you’ll be taking an uber! in my city almost always crimes are commited against uber drivers by taxi drivers… is crazy here … 

DUDE I KNOW. that uber x taxi war happens a lot around here too. i was just scared cause it was 1am and i was in a neighborhood that i don’t know AT ALL. but i actually got home pretty quickly so it all good.


@acoldcoffeebean replied to your post: i get so fucking scared when i’m in an uber on my…

Be careful and stay safe okay

thank you so much! everything worked out just fine, but idk you can’t really be at ease when you’re in a place you don’t know with someone you don’t know… so i was being a little paranoid

Kara doesn’t have the heart to remind Lucy that this is not, technically, her job. The D.E.O. doesn’t pay her and occasionally there are moments when she really wishes they would. Someone has to compensate her for having the self-control of a saint.

Like right now, when Lucy’s stripped out of her sweaty t-shirt and is draping it over in the corner of the sparring room.  She’s bathed in green light, her skin shining where the compression tank she’s wearing underneath has ridden up.  Kara’s heart is racing, her mind pulled in a million very not work safe directions.

Which is okay, because this is not her job. The D.E.O. can’t fire her for insubordination for staring at the way her C.O.’s abs look glistening with sweat under low-levels of synthetic kryptonite. She thinks. She’s not really sure. And, tragically, Lucy is the one she’d usually go to with these sorts of questions.

So Kara pulls out her phone and pretends to be distracted by it as they take a breather.

“You’re staring,” Lucy says.

Because Lucy is irritatingly perceptive.