ok bye bye a lot

hux: the Resistance may try, but they’ll never get past Starkiller’s shield!  

officer: sir the Resistance is here



That world, and the people inhabiting it, was a reflection of your own desires. What might have been if Komaeda Nagito lacked his good fortune and led a quiet, uneventful life.

Merlin is Done and I’m tired!

Hello everyone! After a very scary election, I channeled my motivation into the Merlin script, and it is now done and it is 15 pages long! That’s about the size of the Scorbus script, but it’ll probably be longer since with a TV show, you have to play clips and stuff. I’m aiming to keep it around half an hour…and I think it’s pretty good. I’ll try to narrate this weekend but I also have a project to work on, so we’ll see. Thanks for being patient guys, and I hope you’re all doing okay, and if you ever need someone to talk to, you can always send me a message. Thanks!!


Kihyun singing “Amen” to Wonho while holding his hands :’)


My 6 year old cousin
Grabs my phone for a selfie
Immediately using white
Paint all over her skin
“Why are you doing that?”
“I wanna be white,
I wanna be pretty!
Look, am i pretty yet?”
Her face is scratched out,
arms carved white into her,
While she painted her deep
Doe brown eyes as an
Electric blue to match
Her digitally painted skin.

My 13 year old cousin
Takes a while too long
Showering, her mother
Laughs “I hope she isn’t
Rubbing her skin until
She bleeds” a smirk
Playing on her face,
“I have been nagging her
To use fair and lovely,
To try a face mask,
Or maybe rub it away,
Something should work.”

16 year old high school me
Would have given her life
To be any less brown,
For the pigment of skin
To lighten just a shade,
She would cry in the bathtub
Rubbing her brown skin again
And again and again until
It burned bright red but
It wasn’t quite enough;
Never white enough.

20 year old me is fed up with your
Utter bullshit euro centric beauty Standards that have my brothers
And sisters desperately digging
For the antidote to what we are
Forced to believe is a rabid disease
When in reality our brown skin is
A reminder of our initial cultural
Past, the same past ridden with
What white people now crave to
Have; just as they envy our fiery
Features trying to mimic us,
For we are fucking exquisite
We are sculpted beauty,
We are masterpieces,
We are not burdens at all,
We are blessings to behold.

—  Brown is a blessing | Loveleen Saini

#[crying on the floor] i love him so much i just want to protect him

birthday gift - ashton smut

pairing: ashton + y/n

rated: R

word count: 6,064

summary: it’s ashton’s birthday and you decide he deserves a really great birthday present. this is plain smut really. includes daddy kink, thigh riding, oral sex, etc. 

a/n: yes this includes daddy kink but give it a chance ok. this is the smuttiest one shot i’ve written so i hope u guys like it. enjoy :-)

You were playing the waiting game. Really, the idle time was eating at you, making your palms warm with nervous sweat while your hands fidgeted restlessly in your lap. You were perched on the sofa, watching your apartment door with impatient eyes. Ashton was due to arrive home at any given minute, most likely buzzed from his time spent at the birthday party that his company had thrown for him, and you could feel your stomach churning from the anticipation.

You hadn’t done anything wrong. In fact, what you’d done was truly the opposite. You were dressed up for the festive occasion while waiting for your boyfriend to come back home and spend his birthday with you. The heels that adorned your feet were sky-high stilettos, polished and perfectly pointed. Your thighs were clad in stockings that were attached to a very expensive lace garter belt that clung to your hips in the most enticing of ways. You had done your makeup and hair to perfection, your breasts pushed up alluringly in a matching black corset, designed with intricate red detail to mirror the red ribbon bow that was sewn into the backside of your underwear. All you wanted to do was surprise Ashton, and once you heard the doorknob rattling, you had a feeling that you would soon succeed.

You adjusted your position on the sofa, feeling a smile pull at your lips which were tainted a complementary crimson. As the door swung open, you were greeted with the sight of Ashton stumbling through the foyer, finally lifting his gaze to lock eyes with you. Immediately, his lips parted, hazel irises shrinking around his dilated pupils. The white dress shirt he wore was rolled to his elbows, the thin material hugging his firm biceps tightly, large fists clenching as he drank in the sight of you draped over the couch. You sat pridefully as his stare raked over your body. His pink cheeks flushed even more, honey-colored hair already disheveled. He absently adjusted the black tie that was placed around his neck, loosening its knot, swallowing thickly as his infamous smirk made its appearance.

“This is quite the birthday gift, baby girl.” Ashton drawled out, the words dropping from his tongue as he closed the apartment door behind him. His movements were slow, eyes still glued on your figure, tuning in to every detail of what you looked like. You knew the night that you were in for. You knew it from the moment you slipped on your stilettos and poured yourself a glass of wine.

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dripple is peaceful at night



are bellamy and monty going to search for clarke so the mount massacre squad can be reunited?

so one of my white co-workers cannot handle any spice at all… like no spicy food… and other people sort of tease her about it. but she’s always like “spice isn’t a flavour on your tongue!!!!! it’s just pain” AND i’m like okay becky that’s nice and everything but as a poc, the world of spice has much to offer u…..