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It’s scary, concerts are my happy place, I’ve said that for years, it’s the one place I can go and not worry about anything besides the music. The idea of this happening in one of my happy places is scary, especially after just going to the Dangerous Woman tour just 6 weeks ago myself. I’m praying for everyone involved tonight.

Tough

I got inspired by humans are weird posts.
The first time it happened, no one took notice. When it reached the hundredth time, everyone took notice.

The newest members of the Galactic Alliance were tough beyond imagination. Stories were spread all over the place.

“I once saw one go for ten klicks without stopping, while their leg was broken.”

“Hey, have you heard about the time one managed to lift half of a ship to get a member of the crew out?”

“They do what???”

“They pierce metal into their flesh and inject ink into their skin.”

“How do they not die?”

“They heal so fast it doesn’t trouble them.”

The species in question: Humans. Rumors spread of their strength. Twenty years after they joined one of the Universe’s most brilliant minds released an article on humans.

She had lived among humans since they joined. Every bit of their culture fascinated her. When her apartment complex went up in flames she saw men and women racing inside to get those trapped out. Her eyes widened when she met veterans. They told her stories that she could hardly believe, but their mental and physical scars told otherwise. Her heart stopped when a child went missing and their parents searched for weeks even when others had given up. Famine struck in small countries, cars crashed, children were born, friends became family, some were lost, others were gained, and these strange creatures always kept going. Humans were people of iron wills, mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers.

This brilliant mind read through their lore and felt all their feelings. Danger was not unfamiliar to them. It was a fact of life. Animals nearly gave her a heart attack.

“What creatures are these?”

“Those are cats. They’re a type of pet.”

“You keep flesh-eating clawed animals as pets?”

Not to mention the weather, and the planet itself.

“Why is the ground shaking?”

“It’s an Earthquake. They’re quite common here, because we are on a fault line.”

“Is this planet designed to kill you?”

“In a way, yes.”

The atmosphere was made up of oxygen. Which is used as a type of fuel source. Essentially, humans breathed death.

When the article hit the mainstream humans became the most sought after explorers. Who knew that these people were so tough.

IM SO FUCKING SCARED, MIGHT NOT SHOPLIFT IN MY TOWN AGAIN

I was watching ABC news clips on shoplifting for some tips on what LP look for in shoplifters… guys, im so fucking MAD. It was a random ass, and quite popular, video and they were talking about some shoplifting ring happening NOT ONLY MY STATE, BUT MY TOWN. I watched a video of a girl getting taken down at the place i go to REGULARLY to lift. Doesnt sound to scary right? No Big deal? No dude. No. I am literally shitting bricks here, apparently, cops will DEFINENTLY be called, they have cops who WILL track you down if you drive off, different big businesses from all across my town (not just conjoined shops and outlet malls) GET FUCKING TOGETHER AND TALK ABOUT THE BIGGEST SHOPLIFTERS THEYVE BEEN CATCHING ON CAMERA?!?!? WTF!?!?! So heres what the did on the program, they all were seeing this one women constantly stealing from these stores for a while. So they sent an undercover cop to befriend her and soon acted as if she as well had intrest in shoplifting. Once they started lifting together, the target of the lifting trusting her new “friend” and showing her how she stole, the “friend” documented what she stole, how she did it, and where she did it. Thus, showing the police her trade and practice. When she was apprehended, they made her drive them to all her accomplices houses and have them arrested too. I have never been more shook in my whole life. If LP in my town are this serious about shoplifting…should i even dare risk it? So, moral of this story, DONT TRUST ANYONE, DONT TRUST YOUR NOT BEING WATCHED, BE SO. FUCKING. CAREFUL. PLEASE.

I am like a pile of bones lying on the floor, and no one knows this except me. I am like a broken skeleton with a beating heart.”
He said slowly with a heaviness floating through his words, and at that moment I knew that I desperately wanted to save him. But I also knew that we can’t save people, we can only one love them. But, was I ready to love him? Was I ready to throw my heart towards him once again, knowing that he won’t ever catch it.
Even after all these years, I still loved him. And, I wanted, i truly wanted to pick up his bones and fix them together. I wanted to stitch him a flesh so strong that he would never feel this again.
Wrapped in awe, I looked at him, his face surrounded by terror, his eyes speaking of the wars he lost, his lips trembling, his body tightened by fear. I realized, he was afraid too, he was afraid that he shouldn’t have told me. I suddenly felt wounded. I was wounded in his battle.
I loved someone who could never love me back.
I wanted to tell him, but I simply couldn’t. Because loving him was a luxury I always dreamed of. And, I was happy with that. So, I replied, “I know how you feel.” and walked silently with him in the shadow of the moonlight to a place I didn’t want to go. For I loved him, and sadly I still do.
—  the-story-teller-6  {Rakhi Nasir}

i just really miss when being a part of the ace community meant sharing pictures of literally anything with ace flag colours on it, making jokes/edits about cake and dragons, and lots of puns 

that’s the asexual community i found when i was coming into my asexuality 

now it’s about literally defending your right to exist in the only spaces that used to accept you and hoping you don’t get death wishes for it 

it’s hard enough for me to exist in this space, and i’m so glad I no longer run an asexuality blog, but i can’t imagine what it must be like for young asexuals who are just recognizing themselves and who have no place to go 

i can’t imagine what it must be like for them to be terrified to tell the people in their gsa that they’re asexual for fear of being excluded or kicked out. i can’t imagine what it must be like to find the shambles of what was once a bright and vibrant asexual community on tumblr. 

just– i love every single ace person. i love every single young ace person. i love you all so much. thank you, to the ace community, for being what you were two years ago, and thank you for continuing to fight today. thank you for not giving up. 

aquiver | 01 (m)

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings: mature themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language
words: 10,110
summary: Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…
note. inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the character’s past occupation haha

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Daddy's love.

‘Daddy, why do you always hold my hand?’

‘I thought you liked holding Daddy’s hand? Oh! Do you get embarrassed? Does it make you feel like you aren’t a big girl?’

'No. I quite like feeling not so big. But you always hold it. Aaaaaalways. Why?’

'Well, for a few reasons. I don’t want to lose you.’

I see a duck on the lake and excitedly start my way towards it. My arm is tugged and I realise I’m pulling. I stop.

'See?’ Daddy asks, 'you could easily have fell into the lake or that duck could have eaten you. Then where would we be?’

I giggle and swing our clasped hands playfully.'I’d be in the duck’s belly,’ I laugh.

'Exactly. We don’t want that, do we?’ Daddy smiles down at me.

'Noooo!’ I agree, frowning solemnly.

I forget I even asked a question before he continues. 'Another reason I like to hold your hand is so I can lead you to places I want us to go.’

I shuffle my feet and protest by inhaling. 'That’s like I’m a dog!! AAAAND…what if I know which place I need to go?’

Daddy laughs heartily. 'You’re more of a little monkey! Anyway, it’s my job to make sure you get where I want you to go. If I hold your hand, I can be sure you get there safely, with me.’

'Hmm. Ok, but I can still see you and still hear you.’

'Ahh, but sometimes you don’t look and sometimes you don’t listen’ he raised an eyebrow.

'But you can always see and hear me!’ I exclaim.

'Haha! Oh you aren’t wrong! But it’s different to feel you, and hold you. Don’t you think?’

'Ummm..’

Daddy went on, 'when I tuck you in, it isn’t enough to see me or hear me is it? Eventually you close your eyes and you start to fall asleep. I stroke your hair. That way, you can be doubly sure I’m still there can’t you? It makes you feel safe to know I’m definitely with you just that little bit extra, doesn’t it?’

'Yes! I’d be sad if you didn’t stroke my hair when I fall asleep.’

'Exactly! That is how Daddy feels. He feels that little bit safer knowing he has you. And that you’re absolutely, definitely, undoubtedly with me all the time.’

'Ohhhhhh! I understand now!’

'But the biggest reason…’ He pulls me in.

I nod, eager to listen.

“is that you are mine. When I hold your hand, you are mine. Everyone knows not to hurt you. I can keep you safe when you are close. I can know so much about you when I hold you because your hands talk too.’

I laugh, 'my hands don’t talk silly Daddy!’

'Oh yes they do. They tell me when you are scared, excited, too hot or too cold. They even tell me when you need to pee. Although you usually do a funny dance too.’

'Shhhh’, I look around to make sure no one heard and pout up at him.

'Your hands are just as important and as lovely as your eyes, your voice. Why should I leave your hands out?’

I wonder.

'I love to look in your eyes, so I look. I love to hear your voice, so I listen.’

He stops.

'I love to hold your hand, and that’s why I always hold it.’

I see a lot of posts about how much power Louis may currently have, and I thought I’d share my opinion

Louis has a fanbase that would go to war for him. we made JHO a huge hit without any support from his team. He is also extremely talented. Other record labels would have been bidding to sign him. 

I do believe that Syco had a matching rights clause. 

That means that whatever terms another record label was willing to offer him, if Syco/Sony matched those terms then they would get to keep him. However, that means that they had to match a contract that he was happy with in the first place. 

I am not going on blind faith, or trust, I am going on the fact that Louis has experienced the ramifications of a bad contract for six years, I have no doubt in my mind that his new contract would have given him exactly what he wanted. And don’t try to tell me that he couldn’t get another label to table very, very (possibly even over generous) terms, if that record label knew that Syco/Sony would match it in any case. 

You just know that they wouldn’t want anyone else getting their hands on the stunts they have been in charge of, they want to end it on their own terms. And Sony also clearly want both Louis and Harry as a couple too. Ask yourself why.  

Always go through the hedges first

My party this week consisted of me(Human rogue), a dwarf cleric and a dwarf fighter.  The DM was controlling a Frost Giant who our party is travelling with for plot reasons. Right now we’re accompanying the giant on a religious pilgrimage but our player characters frequently get side tracked.  This time: Hedge maze.

As we were entering the maze:

Me (OOC): “Should I just say screw it and try to cut through the hedges?”

Cleric (OOC): “Hell no, there probably some kind of magic that will kill you if you do.”

Me (OOC): “Alright…”

At the end of the session when we were at the last portion of the hedge maze and every path led back to the same place.

Me (OOC): “I’m going to cut my way through the hedges.”

Cleric (OOC): “No!”

DM: “You arrive in front of the wizard tower at the end of the maze.”

Me (OOC): “Would that have happened if I did that at the beginning?”

DM: “Yes.”

Me (OOC): “I called it!”