peace all around

Women can be terrible people too

Feminists love to talk about how terrible life is for women, because of men. They act like women all get along, we NEVER hurt each other. We’re just one big sisterhood, and it’s peace and love all around. Well I got two instances to the contrary.

In middle school I got made fun of, a lot. The way I dressed, the way I acted and the way I talked. All scrutinized by the “popular kids”, the majority of whom were girls. I still remember how they would scrunch their faces when they judged the way I dressed, or point out that I talked like I had marbles in my mouth. I remember them saying my khaki skirts looked like puke, calling me white and a nerd, basically making fun of me at every chance they got. They say guys are the reason why girls feel self-conscious about the way they look, but they fail to mention how nasty and judgemental girls can be.

In the fourth grade I was sexually harassed in the bathroom of my school. I had gone to the bathroom during class, and when I got there there was just one other girl already there. She didn’t seem to be doing anything in particular, so I had gone into one of the stalls. I was using the bathroom when I looked up to see her, staring at me from over the door. I was scared, and asked her to stop. I immediately got out and she began asking me questions about sex, and if I knew what it was and if I wanted to do it. I kept saying no, I didn’t want to do it. She kept persisting, pulling my hand over to a corner of the bathroom out of view of the doorway before I just fell silent, slid to the floor in a ball and started crying. She got frustrated and left. Eventually my teacher noticed I was gone for a long time and sent someone to check on me. They brought me back to class, and for the rest of the day I just had my head on my desk, crying, refusing to talk to anybody. It wasn’t until I got home that I told my mom, who immediately brought it to the attention of the school. From then on, they always sent people to the bathroom in pairs. I’ve only told this story to 2 people since. But feminists LOVE to gloss over or even completely dismiss the fact that girls and women can rape and sexually harass other women and girls.

I may not have terrible horror stories like some people do of the ways women can be horrible people too, but trust me, they do exist. They’re just as impactful and should not be just swept under the rug as if they are not as legitimate as when a man does it.

an anon requested rize and kaneki getting along in an au and i am weak (so weak) for florist/tattoo artist au’s

This is about the soft awakenings,
the brave realisations, the happening miracles.
This is about loss,
and what you find after.
This is about how the sun loved the moon so much
she’d let her shine even in the day.
This is no longer listening to the room of echoes,
of finally letting go,
of getting to know lightness.
This is the swallows singing the sky home.
This is about the way you look at me
when you’re drunk. Like
I’m a miracle. Like
maybe this is all enough for us.
And this is laughter claiming home
in our mouths.
This is about the words you say
when you think I’m not listening.
And these are the battles that have left us defeated,
the wars we’ve won, and
the bloodshed that keeps on coming.
This is slipping through forever
and catching the moments as we fall.
This is what happens after.
The healing.
The days of barely making it.
This is setting yourself on fire
to burn through the darkness,
to get to the other side.
This is searching for something, anything.
This is walking through your ghosts and
finding pieces of yourself everywhere.
This is building yourself a home and having
every wall leaning a little bit to the left
because your hands couldn’t stop shaking.
This is standing at the edge
of some unknown
with a gentle tremble in your chest.
This is it.
This is it.
This is it.
—  A.Y. // this is it

Chibs bringing his girl to a Samcro party for @may85 ! Hope you like it!


This definitely wouldn’t be your first date with Filip, but the butterflies in your belly make it feel like it is as you look yourself in the mirror. It’s not as fancy as the other dates he’s taken you on, settling for simple jeans that hug your thighs and bottom in just the right ways along with a a black top that dips down far enough you’re showing a little cleavage and the rest of it flows with the curves of your body.

The two of you are just going to a Samcro party together, you’d already met every one of the guys and felt at peace around them all. You especially got along with Happy, the two of you sitting and talking about various things you have in common. Many of the croweaters believe that you’re simply using Chibs because he’s the V.P. and that your true love is Happy.

The relationship you and Happy have is simply friends, if anything, he looks at you as a sister and you look to him as a brother. In your mind, you could never have actual feelings for Happy, though he’s a handsome man, you’ve only got eyes for Filip himself. And croweaters don’t seem to believe that.

When you hear the rumble of Chibs’ bike outside of your home, you grab your phone and wallet before heading outside, greeting him with a kiss. “You’re lookin’ too good for a good ole SAMCRO party, lass.” Chibs teases and you roll your eyes with a grin and a hint of a blush on your cheeks, patting his chest.

“Have to look good and never less.” You joke with a laugh, pulling Chibs down for a deep kiss, your hands cupping at his cheeks. His hands rest on your hips and he hums against your mouth, moving to deepen it further, though you pull back. “Not disappointing Gemma and showing up late. Plus, Chucky’s cooking and you know how much I love his cooking.” You state.

Chibs huffs softly, moving a hand to pat at your bottom. “I’m gettin’ you to myself later then, love.” He growls and you try ignoring the shiver sent down your spine along with the heat growing between your thighs. “You’ll have me all night, Filip.” You breathe.

Leaving it at that before he gets too caught up in the moment, Chibs steps back onto his bike, getting you settled behind him with his helmet on your head before driving off for the clubhouse.


The moment you two step into the clubhouse, all eyes are on you, the guys smirking. “And the lovely couple makes it on time!” Tig yells, one of the prospects groaning and handing over a hundred dollar bill to Tig. “Taking advantage of the new meat I see, Trager.” You laugh, Tig shrugging with a grin as he leans down to kiss your cheek.

“Just doing business, doll.” Tig laughs and you nod, saying hello to the boys that aren’t preoccupied with a girl on their lap, that including Happy. You and Chibs both know you don’t need each other right there at parties, and Chibs knows that nothing is going on between you and Happy.

So if you slip off after kissing his cheek in the middle of the party to go sit with Happy and talk a little, getting down some beers together, it’s perfectly fine.

What isn’t perfectly fine is that a croweater who’s been eyeing Happy all night gets upset when she sees you with him, the two of you sharing laughs and smiles. The girl grabs a full beer bottle, storming her way towards you and dumping it over your hair and drenching your shirt as well, making you gasp and jump off the barstool you’re sitting on.

Happy immediately stands as well, making sure you’re okay before glaring at the girl as she slams the bottle onto the counter. “You’re a lying, cheating bitch!” She yells and you laugh at her words, wiping beer from your eyes, effectively smearing the makeup you’d worked so hard on that evening.

Chibs hears the commotion, looking up and once his eyes land on you, he immediately stands, making his way over. The girl lunges herself for you but before she can lay a finger on you, Chibs is pulling her back firmly, pointing to the doorway.

“Out! Now!” He barks, the girl looking to Chibs with wide eyes, his voice making her shake slightly. Happy grabs a towel to wipe the beer dripping down your face, Chibs looking to you and sighing. “C'mon, love.” He murmurs, guiding you back to his apartment in the clubhouse.

You follow, the stickiness of the beer making you cringe, Chibs shutting the door behind you. He rummages through clothes as you head into the bathroom, starting the shower, and stripping down.

Once you’re clean and don’t smell completely of beer, you step out and dry yourself off, finding the clothes Chibs has laid on the sink counter. It’s one of his shirts with a pair of baggy boxers that’ll probably be shorts on you.

Stepping into your underwear, you pull the clothes on, sighing at the comfy, clean clothes and heading back into the bedroom, seeing Chibs sat on the bed. He looks up and smiles at the sight of you, motioning you over.

“Feel better?” He murmurs as he settle for straddling his lap, nodding and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Mhm. Don’t reek of beer anymore.” You laugh, kissing Chibs gently and sighing.

“What was all that ‘bout anyways?” He hums, nuzzling your noses together, you sighing. “Everyone thinks I’m using you but fucking Hap on the side.” You explain softly, Chibs pulling back as he rolls his eyes.

“All that matters is I know you’re not fucking Happy on the side.” Chibs sighs, flipping the two of you over and making you laugh as he nuzzles into your neck, his goatee tickling your neck.

They have an interesting connection. A lot of people say, ‘Oh, it’s a romantic connection.’ But I think right now, it’s a connection where he feels a certain amount of peace with her. He sees that she understands him a little bit and that she is willing to look at him with compassion and maybe hope for the best in him. And I’m certain that there is more than that and there is an attraction between them, but this is a long story and we’re not quite there yet in terms of romance.
—  Michael Narducci on whether Klaus and Cami will ever admit their feelings for each other (x)

Peace had seemed like a simple word to Kristoff Bjorgman.

He had thought he had known what it meant. He had thought that peace was the tranquility in the cool of a night, when the stars hung in the sky like shimmering snowdrops. He had thought that peace was the stillness all around him after his raucous family went to bed.

But peace was so much more. Peace was the serenity of spirit that came to him when he felt Anna’s head resting against his chest. Peace was the feeling stirred in him, soft as feathers, when he heard her gently beating heart. Peace was the sense of wholeness and completion inside him whenever he thought of Anna… thought of Anna safe and content…

That was peace.

reesesxpiece  asked:

media, titania, romeo, benvolio

check out this meme for full list of questions!!

MEDEA: Do you have any quirks?

Already done, but thank you!! 

TITANIA: Do you believe in magic?

Absolutely. How could I not?

ROMEO: How far would you go for love?

To the ends of the earth. Maybe even beyond. Which I’m sure sounds cheesy, but I don’t care. Love is the single most valuable resource we have. You have to be willing to fight for it…ya feel me? 

BENVOLIO: What comes to mind when you think of peace?

Happiness. An overwhelming sensation of being content. Tranquility and love and smiles all around. Peace is…everything good on earth. Peace is love winning. Peace is groovy. 

Just breathe

The sun was steadily rising, casting a soft glow across Camp Half Blood. The air was tranquil and it smelled like grass and smoke from last nights bonfire. Only the Apollo cabin was up, grabbing for tooth paste and mumbling to each other at this hour. Their cabin leader was the first one outside, taking in the morning air. His siblings didn’t think anything of it as they walked past him. They all knew that Will Solace was the kind of dorky kid that liked watching the sunrise and smelling the roses. It made his cabin mates chuckle as they started their day.

Early morning at Camp half blood was easily Will’s favorite time of the day. It was peaceful all around camp. No siblings arguing about who was the best shot or patients screaming about wanting to go back out for capture the flag. No, it was just quiet. He took a breath in and out. Then smiled. The child of Apollo prided himself on being a collected and easy going kind of person. He had to be, when he had siblings to care for and an entire camps infirmary to manage. But Will took it all in stride. Even with a grin plastered on his tan face and a punny joke at the tip of his tongue. So he took the time to breath easy and set the mood for the day ahead. 

The newest arrival in the white walled cabin was none other than Apollo himself, or Lester as said on his ID. He trudged out the door nearly running into his eldest as he rubbed his eyes.

“Gods above William! Why are we awake at this hour!“ He whined and complained in-what Will found out- a typical manner for Apollo.

“C'mon you’re literally the God of the sun. Don’t you want to wake up with it?” He tried to comfort the sixteen year old in front of him. Smiling down at him and gesturing towards the sky.  

“ This form does not appreciate the lack of sleep.” Lester/Apollo mumbled as he headed for the dinning pavilion.

 Will just laughed at that and went to close the cabin door, making note of the beds that were left unmade and exactly who he would have to send back after breakfast to fix them.  Responsibilities beginning.

 By the time Will had checked the cabin and the few over night patients at the infirmary (minor things like a fall off the lava wall and several Ares kids with the flu) it was near seven and Will finally joined his siblings at the Apollo table for breakfast. As he reached for a cup of orange juice he saw none other than Nico Di Angelo enter the dinning hall. After staring at his soft unruly hair for probably way too long he realized that Nico never woke up early enough to eat with him. He caught the dark eyes of the child of Hades and waved him over. As he settled down next to Will a few of his siblings greeted him.

“Morning Nico.”
“Hey you’re up early!”
“Do you want my toast?”

Seeing the Ghost King and the children of the sun god eating together wasn’t unusual anymore at camp. After a “doctors note” excuse, Nico sat with them almost everyday. He appreciated having a place with people that didn’t mind him and was just glad they treated him with normalcy. Also getting to be with Will wasn’t half bad. He was slowly loosing his reputation as an angry kid that should be feared and had started growing up. Laughing at the siblings squabbling and helping Will make sure the younger ones ate. Nico gave them a small smile and responded with hellos. Once he took a bite out of Austin’s toast he turned to Will and said-

“Morning Solace” and looked up to see a suspicious gleam in the soft sky blue eyes.

“You should let me give you something for them. I’ve already told you it’s not a big deal.” He replaced for a Good Morning.

Nicos cheeks turned pink. Of course the blonde knew there was only one reason he’d be awake this early. He thinks he’ll always be shocked by how easily Will reads him. How much of an open book he is to him. At first it made him want to shut out his new sunny friend but now he’s mostly just thankful that someone stayed around long enough to see the parts of him he doesn’t easily share.

 “I know. But I haven’t had one in a while. Last night was just random.” He spoke quietly about the reoccurring nightmares he’d been enduring on and off for years.

 Will sighed and took his hand. This wasn’t the first time he heard of the awful dreams that forced Nico to stay awake for the rest of the night. And it also wasn’t his first time offering unicorn drought to keep the dreams away. Nico insisted that it wasn’t necessary.

 "Do you realize how many campers take sleeping drought? Almost everyone. So stop pushing and let me help.” Will whispered at Nico with big pleading eyes.

 He was silent but unrelenting as the Italian thought about it for a moment. Nico understood where his healer boyfriend was coming from and didn’t want to push him away. So he simply nodded and started eating his food. Will grinned and felt the worry that had settled in his chest when he first saw his boyfriend enter the room disappear. And he grinned even wider as he heard the small “thank you” that Nico gave him followed by a quick kiss on the cheek. He understood that it wasn’t easy for him to talk about these things so he was just glad he could help.

 Slowly but surly the two have been sharing more and more with each other. Things like seeing who could climb the giant fist first and staying up there, with kisses and smiles but also with old memories and secrets. Will thought about the first time they confided in each other, a quiet night sitting alone on infirmary cots as Nico spoke about what little he remembered of Italy and in turn Will told him about Dallas and how homesick he became at times. After a moment in his thoughts Will looked over at the beautiful boy sitting next to him and couldn’t help but feel warmth spread through him. Nico looked up at him and their eyes met. Will just smirked at being caught staring and Nico blushed and rolled his eyes. Unfortunately his gaze was cut short when Lester asked a question loud and across the table at Will- 

 "William I was pondering about your mother, is she still a singer? Lovely voice.”

Heads snapped forward to look at the acne covered face and the table fell awkwardly silent. This was one of the times that it came in handy that Will was a laid back guy because while he could, let the anger that formed deep in his chest out at Apollo for even asking such an invasive question, he didn’t. He simply shook his head and said- 

 "No she got sick and passed away when I was seven, a little before I came to camp.”  And turned back to his orange juice. 

He didn’t see the point in becoming upset with his fathers ignorance. Maybe he just never had the time to check in on him or his mother while he was growing up, right? He could feel the eyes on him and the slight closing of his throat as the painful memories came forward like a flash before his eyes.

Hospital beds, and IVs sticking out of his once beautiful mother Naomi. Tan skin turned grey and weak. The cancer had taken her so quick it was as if one minute she was dancing with Will in their living room and the next his small hands were begging her to eat ice chips. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

 "Oh well mortal healers are never very reliable.” The once god teen said, as if he was commenting on the weather. 

As if the most important person in his son’s life wasn’t taken away from him far too soon. As if she was nothing. Insignificant. A tiny second in his once immortal lifetime. Will could feel his resolve shattering and heart breaking. He sucked in another breath and turned away from the rest of the table.

No. Don’t get angry. Don’t cry. Don’t make it a big deal. He just doesn’t understand. It’s was a long time ago. Aren’t you the head of the cabin? Don’t. Cry.

Of course, Nico Di Angelo was not on the same thought process as his boyfriend. Nico had come a long way but right now the only thing he could think about was how Will was wiping at his eyes. The air turned icy as he stormed over to the lanky mortal and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. Bringing his face close to his. 

“You’re an idiot and if you say another word to him all day I’ll send your ass straight to the fields of punishment. I don’t care if you used to rise the sun every fucking day.” He hissed at him and threw him roughly back into his seat not caring for the alarmed and shocked look on Apollo’s face.

Walking back to Will’s side he could see him with his head down and his chest heaving. In and out in and out. Nico grabbed his hand and steered him out of the pavilion. His significant annoyance would never want to break down in front of his siblings. The healer thought he always had to be calm and reassuring for the rest of them. And he was. He always put his duties ahead of himself. He was one of the strongest demigods Nico knew. He couldn’t hold a sword straight, but he was definitely strong.

Breathe. The blonde said to himself and when he knew they were safe behind the trees he held his boyfriend tight and sobbed. 

“I know just breathe.” Nico whispered to him as he let him cried over his godly parent and his lost parent. And Will did. In and out. In and out. 

 His responsibilities were waiting.

 //I just think Will Solace is such a complex character and needs a backstory ASAP. Also Apollo needs some developing. Sorry if this sucks but I wanted to write:)//

The 100 No Sense
  • Fandom: We fucking love Lexa. She's the best. She our commander. Even ppl who don't watch the show admire her. Best character of the entire TV series's history. Part of the Clexa ship which is actually the most shipped couple on the show. Proud lesbian. Proud female fighting for her ppl and trying to bring the peace all around. Lexa is the boom!
  • JRat: oh well...I see. This will be emotional but won't have a big impact *kills Lexa*
  • Fandom: *after two weeks after the no sense death* okay. You killed the best female character you had, you fucking ending her precious gonplei, you used the LGBTQ community to get more ratings because of her, you got a lot of followers thanks of your lies. You, liar, just killed the spirit of the show. You killed the Clexakru with Lexa's death. What's next? Kill your best male character? Kill the second best character of the show? The man that saved everyone? That brought the little spark between Skaikru and Trikru? A healer? Octavia's family? Octavia's truly love? The best hottie on the entire show? Are you going to end with his gonplei? Will you end the second most shipped couple of the show?
  • JRat: oh! Are u talking about Lincoln? Do you like him? Fine. *finds a silly way to make Lincoln sacrifices himself for couple of characters and makes Octavia watch it because he ADORES to see ppl suffering*
  • Fandom:
  • JRat:
  • Fandom: Let's call AMC again. There's a new character that they need to put in FTWD. Rocky Lincoln. Yeah. And let's put Maria Blak in the show as well. C'mon quickly. They will find Alicia and Elyza in the way and they four will be happy and will make babies. Beautiful babies. THEY ARE STILL ALIVE. NO MATTERS WHAT. THEY JUST MOVED TO ANOTHER SHOW. WE ARE NOT GIVING A SHIT ANYMORE WITH THE 100.

It’s so overwhelming to look at a photograph and remember exactly how happy you felt in that moment. I just want to be happy again. I want to look forward to waking up each day and I want to be able to go to sleep knowing everything is good. I just want to find peace within me and all around me. I want to go on endless adventures with good hearted people that lift me up. I want to be happy with who I am. I just hope one day I’ll know and believe that I’m exactly where I’m meant to be

SPF 10

scenario where Taehyung is being insecure about his skin tone and you make him see just how beautiful he is. smut of fluff, or both…you choose. thank you <3

‘Babe can you tie this for me?’ You ask, heading over to Tae in your black tie bikini. He smiled and nodded, fumbling around with the ties until they were secure.

‘Is that tight enough?’ He asked before letting go.

‘mhm’ you hummed in reply. He smiled and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

You and Tae had decided it’d be fun to go down to the beach for the day, so you could both finally relax and have some time alone to enjoy the great weather. Sharing the apartment and a pool with the other guys was great but you never really got to have peace and quiet around all of them. You both decided to keep your plans secret until the very last minute so none of them would be able to tag along.

‘Jagi?’ You heard Tae knocking around in the bathroom cupboards. You poked your head round the door whilst pulling on an oversized tshirt.

‘Yeah?’ You replied, pushing your hair out of your face.

‘Do you know where my sun cream is?’ He asked, a worried look on his face. You shook your head and picked up your bags, ready to leave.

‘It’s fine you can just use mine, right, we’ve gotta go’ You say, clapping your hands together, making him rush out of the bathroom and grab they keys off his dresser.

‘Let’s go!!’ He cheered, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the appartment, dragging you to the parking lot.


Once you arrived at the beach, it was a lot hotter than you originally thought. You quickly paced on the sand, looking for a spot close enough to the shore. The sand burnt your feet and Tae wasn’t far behind, dragging the umbrella in one hand whilst shading his eyes with the other.

You laughed and him and lay both of your towels down next to each other, leaving room for him to place the umbrella in between them.

He dug a small hole and then shoved the umbrella into it, packing sand around it so it would stay upright, even though there was no wind to threaten it.

‘Can you put sun cream on me?’ He asked, as you both finally sat down on your towels. You smiled and began to dig through your bag.

‘Here it is!!’ You announced, moving over to his towel and gesturing him to lie down. He smirked and lay down on his front. You sat on his butt and squeezed a large amount of cream on your hands to be able to cover his broad back. You placed the bottle down near his face and began massaging the cream onto his back.

‘Jagi did you bring the wrong cream? You only bought a factor 10 with you..’ He trailed off nervously.

‘No? I always use this one, we’ll pick you another one up on our way back..’ You said, trailing off, making sure you were covering all of his back. He sat up slightly and faced your over his shoulder.

‘But this means I’m going to tan..’ He mumbled, a sad expression in his eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him, confused as to what the hell he was complaining about.

‘It’s summer, you’re supposed to tan babe’ You muttered, pushing his head back down so you could rub cream on his neck. He sat up, making you get up and sit on your knees beside him.

‘The fans don’t like it when I’m tanned’ He stated, looking hurt. You looked at him in disbelief.

‘Kim Taehyung that is the most ridiculous statement I’ve ever heard. Your skin tone is absolutely gorgeous and 100% human. Why should you not tan? Your fans would love you even if you were bright green!’ He chewed his bottom lip and grinned at you.

‘Really?’ He asked, smirking at your mini rant.

‘Yes! And quite frankly, if they have any harsh comments about how they don’t like you when you’re tanned that’s racist and I will fight them’ You muttered, making him chuckle.

‘Now, lay back down and let me finish putting cream on your sexy body okay?’ You demanded. He laughed at you and laid back down, letting you rub cream on his arms. You rubbed the remaining cream on the end of his nose, making him chuckle.

He sat up as soon as you were done and pulled you into a sticky, warm, hug.

‘Ahh Tae I’m sticking to you’ You muttered as the sun cream seemed to be acting as glue between the pair of you.

He kissed your neck and lifted your chin so your eyes met his gaze.

‘What?’ You asked, confused to his sudden affection. He chuckled and pressed his lips to yours. You smiled into the kiss and pecked his lips once again before pulling away.

‘Now I can put cream on you!’ He said excitedly, pushing you over to your towel. You laughed and obeyed, undoing the back of your bikini so he could put the cream on you without staining it.

‘Wow Jagi that’s daring..You want to do it on the beach?’ He joked. You gasped and tried to slap him without facing him, he dodged it and laughed, squirting the cream directly on your back.

‘Hmn what should I draw…’ He mumbled, expecting you to hear him.

‘Kim Taehyung I swear to god’ You muttered, pulling on your sunglasses and enjoying the free massage his long fingers gave you. 


Originally posted by hugtae