so the colours aren't exactly the same in the second one

The signs + enchanted circus tents
  • Aries: you find yourself drawn to a tent as black as ink. Pulling back the curtain you find yourself in a room that time forgot. Glowing trees seem to grow out of the walls and twine around each other, making a canopy a hundred feet high. Ghosts whirl through the room in an endless waltz and sometimes vanish right into your body. You've forgotten who you are, but maybe that could be a good thing for a while.
  • Taurus: you aren't really sure how you came to your tent. It almost looks like an opaque shower glass; no clarity is getting in or out. When you walk inside, it's so cold you can feel the tips of your hair freezing. Everything is made of snow and ice. Ice roses bloom and breathe all the around you, opening up their transparent petals before they drop off and shatter on the ground. Soon you will join them. The thought doesn't scare you.
  • Gemini: the tent you are drawn to is the deepest shade of purple you've ever seen. A strange, perfumed pink mist seems to be coming from the entrance and when you step inside it you begin to feel as if you've stepped inside a different body. Your hair floats behind you like waves of ink in water and you feel a lightness in your mind that you've never felt before. It appears that you've entered a cave of priceless gems and they're jutting out of the walls at every angle. Light bounces off the gems and reflects on your face. You feel ethereal.
  • Cancer: you enter a plain green tent, unsure as to why you feel so drawn to it. Once you're inside, you are greeted by a warm forest in summer. But something feels different. The air is sweeter and the fruits on the trees are the size of your head. Fairies whip through you hair and kiss your eyelashes. You are not wearing the same clothes you were wearing before but you don't really care. Mythical creatures pop out from all around you and tell you that they have missed you.
  • Leo: your tent is the colour of molten lava and a powerful wave of heat hits you when you step inside. For a moment it is so bright and hot that you feel as if your insides are on fire. As quick as it came, the heat is gone. And you are left floating in space, surrounded by nebulas that change colour when you touch them. You feel huge and tiny at the same time and decide you like the feeling. You have become a burning star and when you leave, nebulas and solar systems will be created in your absence.
  • Virgo: you are drawn to your tent by the strange gurgling sound it makes. Everything goes black when you enter it and your mind seems to disappear for a while. When you wake, you have gills and a tail, and your scales change colour randomly. A city is in the distance, like a glowing underwater sun. You swim towards it and watch as a thousand lights appear. You see colours you didn't even know existed. You forget the life that you had before.
  • Libra: your tent is an odd colour; brown like the bark of a tree, and covered in rings and highlights. You step inside and look up, seeing that the top of the tent seems to be thousands of miles away. You are in a wooden city, surrounded tiny people wearing acorn hats and leaves for clothes. Warm lights are overhead and you realize they aren't lights at all. They're fireflies. You are the size of an ant, living in the tree of life. There are cities all around you. You keep moving, feeling the never ending need to explore.
  • Scorpio: you are drawn to a pitch black tent covered in silver stars. You are sucked into darkness when you step inside and at first, you are scared. Slowly, shimmering lights begin to appear out of thin air. Glitter pours out of the lights and begins to form trees and giant leaves. A moon turns on in the distance and someone brushes up against your arm leaving long, glowing hairs behind them. As you push through the now dense leaves, they light up. You see a house in the distance with smoke coming from the chimney. You head towards it.
  • Sagittarius: you are drawn to a big golden tent that no one else seems to see. Once inside, you find that you are seated in a plush red velvet chair in a giant theatre. Looking around, you notice a crowd of excited faces all pointing at the swaying, shimmering curtains in front of you. A man appears and begins to perform feats of magic. He calls you to the front and asks you to close your eyes and think of a magical place. When you open them, you are exactly where you imagined. Adventure awaits you. A voice tells you that you can stay here forever. You hope it's right.
  • Capricorn: your feet pull you toward a shimmering peach coloured tent. As you enter, strange music begins to fill your ears. Plants grow towards you and spray you with sweet perfume. A large scrap of silver silk floats in front of you. Thousands of bottles of shining liquids rest on top of it. You pick up a bottle and uncork it, smelling deadly nightshade and and honey. You drink it and feel the environment melt away and transform into an entirely new one. This time the floating silk is covered in cakes. You stay here for days, endlessly transforming yourself and the world around you.
  • Aquarius: you are pulled into a dark blue tent embroidered with pictures of the moon. As you stumble inside you look for the person who pulled up in but see no one. Instead, you look around and see only a small silvery pool of liquid. As you approach it, it changes and reflects a planet covered in lush purple forests and impossibly beautiful people. You are mesmerized and lean closer to the water only to feel the same hand that dragged you into the tent push you into the shimmering pool. Time stops. You breath in a heavy liquid but don't drown. When you come out on the other side you see that the purple forests and beautiful people are waiting for you. You are finally at home.
  • Pisces: your tent is the colour of the sky when it rains. You cautiously step inside, aware that you are the only one who seems to want to enter the tent. You are underground, in a tunnel system. Glowing blue mushrooms light the way and lead you to an opening. You step out into a fluorescent swamp. Plants curl up your body and nixies and mermaids come out of their pools to say hello. They ask what took you so long and offer you two necklaces. The first will turn you into a plant being, the second will turn you into a water elemental. You can only pick one.
one direction // preference // he insults you behind your back
  • harry: you had been walking past his bedroom when you could hear the talking from inside. the two of you hadn't ever really gotten all that close after you met him through niall - of course that didn't mean you didn't find him super attractive - but the two of you never really hit it off. you'd never exactly snapped at each other, but you weren't exactly friends. the talking was only just audible so you could understand exactly what harry was saying to zayn as they chatted in the spare bedroom of niall's house where you were staying for the weekend. 'she's fucking boring.' harry said through a chuckle, to which came no response from zayn, 'like, i hate when she's around.' there was another silence before zayn spoke up, 'mate, you hardly know her. maybe if you tried to talk to her you'd actually see that she's pretty good to be around.' then you pushed the door open, leaving harry to turn around as the colour drained from his skin, 'yes i heard you. dinner's ready.' you said before making your way back downstairs.
  • zayn: you were in the same room as the boys, chatting with lou quietly as you played with lux. the bustle around the room as people tried to get the boys ready for the interview they were about to do, was loud. but you could still hear everything the boys were saying - but it was obvious that zayn thought you couldn't hear. you'd been with niall for a few months now, and after the blonde-haired boy had moved off to get a drink, zayn took the opportunity to talk. 'she's got her head up her ass i reckon. i've never seen someone so fucking confident in themselves. it's sad actually.' you heard every word - and so did lou - the blond storming over to him and scolding him for what he had said. niall overheard what lou was saying, furrowing his brow as he made his way over to you, 'what'd he say?' niall ask, to which you told him, 'are you kidding? well he's wrong, and second, i'm gonna go punch him in the balls in a sec.'
  • louis: you stood outside of the door to the dressing room, harry right behind you. just as you were about to open the door you heard the voice from behind it - instantly recognising it at louis'. you and harry weren't exactly together yet, but it was definitely going to happen soon. you'd been hanging out and sleeping together - and the boys knew about that. louis was talking pretty badly of someone, and you furrowed your brow as soon as you heard your name. 'if i have to see her face around here one more time i'm gonna go mental. like seriously, i'm gonna get harry to end things with her - i'm sick of her being here. like, nobody likes you love.' just as you went to turn around, harry was stopping you. he grabbed your hand and moved into the dressing room, walking straight over to louis. 'don't you even think about talking about her like that you asshole. and she heard all of that. you know what, she's not gonna be around you anymore because she deserves to be around people that aren't cunts.'
  • niall: you'd seen it on a video that had been posted by some fans that had seen them after they'd been out at a club. he was clearly very drunk, and therefore his filter didn't really seem to be on. the two of you had been hanging out a little bit after zayn introduced you two, and you honestly thought that the both of you were getting along just fine. until this video was released. in it, he slurred on about how annoying you could get, and that he was sick of always getting messages from you. it was literally like you'd been stabbed in the stomach. you felt sick when you saw it. and perhaps you hadn't realised before-hand just how strong your feelings were towards him until they weren't at all returned by him. you sent him a text after you saw it, letting him know that it was fine and he'd never hear from you again. and then you got a text from zayn, telling you not to worry about it and that he enjoyed your texts more than you'd ever know.
  • liam: you'd all just come back from an event, where you were on louis' arm all night. he'd enjoyed taking you as his date - seeing as the tour had meant the two of you were hardly spending any time together. the whole night had been a blast for you, and you'd gotten to meet a whole heap of celebrities and be able to see the A lister world in action. but you were completely exhausted when you were in the car back. you'd curled up in louis' side and once you arrived at the hotel, he carried you up to the room where he had you curled up on his lap as the boys all chatted. you had woken up as he brought you up to the room, and were listening in on the conversation with your eyes closed. louis was chatting with niall and harry, as liam chatted with zayn quietly; though you could hear every word. 'what the hell was she wearing? and her face wasn't much better. maybe she should've got lou to get her ready, she looked shit.' he said with a laugh and a slight slur from the alcohol. you moved up from louis' chest, shaking your head at liam, 'nice. asshole.' you muttered before leaving the room and going up to you and louis' hotel room.
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anonymous asked:

What do you think of people who aren't feminists?

it depends, if i asked somebody in casual conversation if they were a feminist and they weren’t, my opinion of them would be entirely conditional based on how they phrased it

in short summary: i think there’s a big difference between saying “i’m not a feminist” and “i’m anti-feminist”, and the former is much more understandable than the latter for me personally

in long ramble:

saying “i’m not a feminist” usually either means one of two things:

the first, that there’s been a misunderstanding of feminism somewhere down the line either due to being misinformed or due to previous misunderstandings of feminism by awful people who are, regrettably, generally the most vocal and who receive the most attention, which isn’t actually really an error by the person saying “i’m not a feminist”, because they’re basing their perceptions on experience which is just what everybody does

the second, that the person saying “i’m not a feminist” is a person of colour whose voice has been disregarded or spoken over by white feminists, or a disabled person who has to constantly fight against ableism and expects, rightfully, that the feminist movement as a whole would make some attempt to help with that, only to be met with even more ableism from people within the movement or even just being straight up silenced and shoved to the side, or trans women who can’t even exist without constantly being harassed just for daring to be who the fuck they are- all of those people are pretty much entitled to say “i’m not a feminist” because they’ve been screwed by the movement and shouldn’t have to force themselves into social circles or events that don’t accommodate for them

now, i’m white, incredibly so, and am so probably guilty of speaking over or disregarding the voices of people of colour tbh, like, i could even say exactly the same thing as a person of colour and be seen more favourably just because i’m white, so the point about people of colour’s voices being spoken over is not based on my personal experience- it’s what i’ve seen people of colour say over and over, and i’m just boosting it because as a white feminist that should be my job

but i am disabled, and trans, and i’ve met with so much ableism and transphobia/transmisogyny from within feminist circles- and people say it’s only radical feminists who say and do those things but it isn’t, liberal and intersectional feminists are just as guilty- so it has been frequently difficult for me to identify with the name because it shouldn’t be my daily duty to sit through general cissexism because i haven’t physically transitioned yet (and though i want to, i don’t think people should have to if they don’t personally want to, you can know yourself to be a different gender to how you were assigned at birth and not currently desire a physical change, whatever, it’s cool) or being patronised or mocked because i’m autistic, but at the end of the day there are goals of feminism that haven’t been met yet and i can’t very well stop being a feminist until they have been

now, to move on to the concept of saying “i’m anti-feminist”

this is a term almost exclusively spouted by total shitlords, who spend more time harassing teenagers online for having the word “feminist” in their bio than any feminist actually devotes to any cause, and who will probably send similar messages to me for answering this question

the term intrinsically implies that the person saying it is completely opposed to any and all goals of feminism, and if it’s a woman saying it, it’s usually a woman whose life has already been bettered and improved by the feminists of the past and present- sort of like if you came home, ate dinner that your mother cooked for you, then said “i’m anti-motherhood. i’m happy to sit here and benefit from what mothers have been through, but i will harass mothers at every possible opportunity for no discernible reason other than a desire to always control conversations and prove i’m smarter than everybody else. insecure? me? shut up i’ll fight you”

so i’m super happy to be friends with people regardless of whether they’re a feminist  or not, there are so many reasons why a person wouldn’t  be and even just because they’re not right now doesn’t mean they won’t be in future, it’s not like i came out of the womb and immediately started demanding equality- i was more into screaming incessantly for no good reason

it’s people who still scream incessantly for no good reason and send hundreds upon hundreds of messages to young feminists just to assert some weird form of dominance over everybody they meet that i have an issue with

i hope that made sense, and if anybody wants to get some harassing done today, feel free to tell me i’m wrong over and over until you’re blue in the face <3

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She really wasn’t sure what to expect. When Aunt Lulu died, Molly Hooper had no idea that the cottage was to be hers. 

With her eclectic estate, comprising of a London mews style house (which would have been far more use to Molly than a cottage on the Suffolk coast she mused as she drove through the countryside) a small vineyard in the Loire Valley, a cottage in North Yorkshire and of course ‘Samphire Cottage’, the distribution of the estate had taken some time. 

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