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When the Moon Was Ours by Anna-Marie McLemore


Summary: To everyone who knows them, best friends Miel and Sam are as strange as they are inseparable. Roses grow out of Miel’s wrist, and rumors say that she spilled out of a water tower when she was five. Sam is known for the moons he paints and hangs in the trees, and for how little anyone knows about his life before he and his mother moved to town. But as odd as everyone considers Miel and Sam, even they stay away from the Bonner girls, four beautiful sisters rumored to be witches. Now they want the roses that grow from Miel’s skin, convinced that their scent can make anyone fall in love. And they’re willing to use every secret Miel has fought to protect to make sure she gives them up.

Thoughts: The book is a re-imagining of the tale of La Llorona. The story also incorporates the Afghani and Pakistani cultural practice of bacha posh, in which families without sons will dress a daughter as a boy. Traditionally, when the bacha posh reaches adulthood, she returns to living as a woman. Sam struggles to decide if he can leave behind his boyhood and grow into womanhood, or if his true desire is to live the rest of his life as a man.

This is a beautiful tale that wraps you up in a world of magic, secrets, and love. Highly recommended.

Warnings: Transphobia and misgendering, Traumatic childhood experiences, Body horror for the roses that grow out of Miel’s wrist (*details/spoilers below)

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I like to imagine–
    sometimes, in the dead of night
    with only the stars left to act as witness
I like to imagine a kinder world
where we have never learned to swallow blood in our sleep.

I know that they say make-believe is a game for children,
but darling, lover, half of my heart,
none of us ever got to be children, really,
so play along with me for a little while.

I know this world is not here, but maybe it exists somewhere–
    somewhere past the last twinkling star
    somewhere the moon cannot bear witness and the sun cannot reach
    somewhere prayers go to live
Maybe it’s real beyond the space between your breath and mine.

And in this world,
Sunlight is warm and gentle and welcome.
There are no broken pieces of ourselves
    hidden in the shadows that scuttle away from daylight.
There are no burial grounds in our chests
    tucked away like secrets where the sun cannot penetrate.
The stars are just merry friends in the night,
   not a thousand eyes staring into our darkest corners.
The wind does not whisper memories too faded to reach.
The earth does not tremble with the weight of lives unlived.

And in this world,
Your fingers and mine fit together like a key in a lock,
    instead of bullets clicking into place in the chamber of a gun.
Purple is the colour of violets, not bruises
    and the only red we know comes from sunrises on mountaintops.

Can you imagine it?
If you close your eyes and breathe real slow,
Can you see it past the nightmares dancing behind your eyelids?
Can you hear it beyond the pounding of your heart like a death knell?


Such great news! 

Good luck with moving to a new place @danisnotonfire and @amazingphil ! ♥


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  • simon, iron sisters: they (shadowhunters) act like they're our allies but they don't know what we go through just to get through the day
  • TRANSLATION: I'm homeless, starving, barely surviving, depressed and I had a clan who understood what it's like to live like this but I lost them. no one at the institute gives a damn and I realized this too late
  • maia, agreeing: tell me about it
  • TRANSLATION: we'll never be equals with them
  • simon: you know, and just when I thought I was starting to get the hang of it (being a vampire) I sank to an all all-time low
  • TRANSLATION: just when I started liking my life, the clan who became family and this new version of myself, I did the lowest thing I could've done and hurt people I cared about - it's something I regret
  • maia: what happened?
  • simon: *silence*
  • TRANSLATION: let's not do this, it's still an open wound (mentally flashes back to that day and raphael's behavior since, watching him walk away again and again)
  • maia: oh Now you're quiet?
  • TRANSLATION: that bad huh?
  • maia: *deflects by sharing an embarrassing story*

not so fucking friendly reminder that MommyOFive STILL HAS THE VIDEO OF THE GUN PRANK UP ON HER CHANNEL
you know
yeah that one

A genderbent Lite for @atutsie ~ (A Light-chan c: )

If you like the concept you should absolutely read her fic, “Sometimes Love Just Ain’t Enough” //<— linked//, she’s everything you’d want her to be. /And it’s a Lawlight fic, sooo ~ <3 /

I hope she was worth the wait ^^’

Summary: So turns out Finn has a thing for his best friend’s abs. 

Best friends Finn and Rey have known each other all their lives, and although Finn likes to think he’s a physically appealing guy, he’s never been a gym rat like Rey has. She works out like her life depends on it; like if she doesn’t exercise and keep fit, she might keel over. It’s admirable, really, but it also means Finn never works out with her. She’s too intense for him. He works out to stay passably healthy, once or twice a week if his schedule permits it, and if he misses a day or two, he doesn’t sweat it. 

Needless to say, Finn’s never actually seen Rey work out. He knows she goes to this fancy gym across town that he could never afford and he really doesn’t have any real reason to go see her there, but it’s Han and Leia’s wedding anniversary and he has to pick her up since Rey won’t have time to go home and change. 

Surprisingly, traffic is being kind to him today and Finn gets to the gym twenty minutes before the agreed upon time. When he gets to reception, a pretty redhead smiles and says to just go on up. Apparently Rey is such a gym rat that all of the staff know and love her and basically let her do whatever she wants. But that’s Rey Skywalker. Hard exterior, soft interior, and beloved by all who know her. 

Finn walks into the main floor, the smell of sweat and some unknown air freshener assaulting him and making him crinkle his nose in distaste. It takes him a second to notice her. He’s too busy staring at all the pristine, state-of-the-art equipment and thinking that at least Rey is getting her money’s worth. 

A loud boisterous voice interrupts his admiring of the place and Finn’s eyes flicker to the commotion. A big bulky man is pointing at Rey and laughing and she’s rolling her eyes at him, but that’s not what has Finn’s heart thudding so fast he’s scared it’ll break through his ribcage. He’s seen Rey in a bikini before. They’ve been to plenty of sandy beaches together over the years but somehow seeing her in a plain grey sports bra and tight black spandex shorts is making his mouth go dry. Her skin glistens with sweat; her short hair is haphazardly pulled into her signature three buns; and honestly, she kind of looks like a sweaty, smelly mess. But she looks strong and capable and her pale skin is flushed pink. It’s so overwhelming Finn has a hard time moving or speaking to let her know he’s there. 

It’s not that Finn has never known his best friend is beautiful. It was kind of the first thing he noticed about her in primary school. She had longer hair then, plaited down one side of her head, a pink ribbon tied at the end. She was scowling at the other students who kept laughing about something and he thought to himself that she looked like one of those beautiful warrior princesses his mother used to read to him. Later, Rey had punched him in the arm and he pushed her into the mud. Apparently, that was enough to seal their friendship for life. 

Now, his thoughts aren’t as innocent as they were before. He doesn’t want to shove her into the mud or pull at her plait until the ribbon comes loose. He wants to gather her in his arms and kiss her until they’re both breathless with want. He wants to run his tongue down the side her neck, tasting her, every bloody inch of her. God, how he wants to –


Blinking rapidly, Finn startles when he sees Rey is right in front of him, hands on her hips. Her lips are quirked bemusedly, but she looks concerned. “You okay there?” she asks. 

“Uh… Yeah, sure. I was just… thinking. It’s a nice gym,” he answers back dumbly, gesturing around. 

She inclines her head as if to say, ‘you’re lying,’ but nods along. “It is… So you’re here early. I haven’t even showered yet.” 

“Yeah, I mean no traffic,” Finn says, trying to swallow past the unease he’s feeling, because now that he realises he’s more than just a little sexually attracted to his best friend, the floodgates have opened. “You have time. I’ll just wait down in the lobby.” 

Rey’s eyes darken. “No, Lylah is working today. She’ll just hit on you. Just… stay here or something.” 

This effectively pulls Finn out of his stupor. “Why can’t she hit on me? She’s the pretty redhead, right?” Her cheeks flush more and he smirks. 

“If you’re into that, I guess,” Rey mutters. She rolls her eyes at his expression and shoves him in the shoulder. “Shut up, Finn. I’m going to go shower.” 

He lets her trail away from him for half a minute before he follows her down the corridor, quickly catching up to her. Finn grabs for her hand to halt her. “Rey, why can’t she flirt with me?” he asks again, gently this time, because if he’s wrong about this, he could seriously be risking a lifetime of friendship, but if he’s right, he could be gaining so much more. 

Rey looks annoyed, which is a good sign. Emotional conversations tend to annoy her. She’s never been as good at them as he is. “I just… don’t want her to, alright?” 

“Her? Or every girl?” he pushes. God, he hopes he’s right. 

“Finn,” Rey says in a warning tone, but he’s not going to back down on this, not when she’s standing there looking at him like that. “Are we seriously doing this right now? If we’re late, my aunt’s going to be so pissed.” 

“Doing what, Rey?” Finn asks innocently, teasingly, but she looks wholly unimpressed, so he decides to lay off. “Because if we’re doing what I think we’re doing then I think I don’t want other guys or girls hitting on you either.” 

Rey’s lips part to form an ‘oh’ and then suddenly, he has a sweaty girl in his arms, her lips clashing with his, as she breathlessly laughs against him. It’s at once all too much and completely perfect, but Rey is stronger than him and Finn has to grip her hips and push her gently away before they both fall backwards. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” she says, smiling shyly, at him. 

“Tell me,” Finn responds as he squeezes her waist. 

Rey rolls her eyes. “Since you walked into my flat with wine on your shirt and stripped it off.” Finn’s disbelief must be evident because she laughs. “So I guess I have a thing for you shirtless in dress slacks. It’s not a big deal.” 

Finn laughs too now as he pulls her back for another kiss. “Then I have to tell you I have a thing for you sweaty and smelly in your workout clothes.” 

“Really?” she asks, disbelief now on her face. “This is what did it for you?” 

“Yeah well, what can I say? I’m into hot girls who look like they can kill me.” 


@hpqueernet | introduction event - @ginnyweaslcy​, gay albus potter

Albus Potter knew from the beginning his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and beyond that he had been deemed “Harry Potter’s disappointing son” by the media. After growing up in a home where everyone had been filled with so much love and adoration for each other, Albus has never considered for one minute that his parents would have been disappointed in him for being different. But the media was a powerful tool that helped instill the “Harry Potter’s disappointing son” mantra into the heads of thousands, including Albus himself. 

So when the end of his third year rolled around, and Albus had finally admitted to himself that, yeah, he was pretty gay, his first thought was great, another adjective to add to my “Harry Potter’s disappointing son” list. Along with stupid, slytherin, and doesn’t like quidditch he could now add g a y

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i kind of feel like the fact that Sana and Even knew each other and pretended not to is gonna hurt Isak more than whatever happened at bakka .. it's one thing to not be told an incident from the past but actively being lied to by your friend and boyfriend, that's gotta sting. also: we got to know sana as a no bullshit kinda gal, her immediate reaction to the possibility of W having a new gf was to tell Noora so kudos to her for respecting Evens wish to keep whatever happened a secret for so long

if you think this would’ve played out differently when this would’ve been a season about even…. it wouldn’t have

people freaking out over these out-there theories while sana and yousef are just flirting and a beautiful relationship is blossoming?

maybe this season will be like the San Junipero episode of Black Mirror you know, not everything has to end so badly.

i say just enjoy the content we are actually getting and worry about drama and when it actually starts happening? and no one understands what all the s3 parallels mean yet so…

cause at the moment all i see is a beautiful muslim girl who is the literal sun with a crush on a beautiful muslim boy who encourages her in every way.