something everyone should read

Two Sides to Every INTJ:

INTJ: why are humans such idiots? All these idiots, running into walls and screaming and gossiping behind each other’s backs. Teenagers suck. Why are we all so horrible. This is why everyone hates me, I am evil.


Like if you think good fanfictions are real art and just as valuable as published books

I’m tryna prove a point to my dad because he’s genuinely curious and didn’t really understand the concept of fanfiction.

Also feel free to leave a few arguments for that, I’m out of ideas of how I could prove to him that fanfictions can be just as thought through and well written as published books.

Thanks! <3

Les Mis fics for Inception peeps

Originally posted by graphicdesignblg


So as everyone here knows, I have yet to shut up about World Ain’t Ready, which was finished in April 2015. Some of you have had the very good sense to say, “I don’t read Les Mis, but I’ll read this like original fic and shit it’s 3a.m.” (For those of you who haven’t yet: I’ll see you in 185k.) 

For everyone going, now what, here’s what to read. 

Let’s start with the obvious: idiopathicsmile’s other two fics, In Defiance of All Geometry (51k, T) and Lovesickness (11k, T). The latter is a charming “Enjolras is bad at feelings” fic, while the former is an excellent OT3 co-op AU (disclaimer on this fic: like WAR, it’s in need of an epilogue). 

Since you’re in the Inception fandom, you might want to check out this stellar OT3 White Collar AU, Still the Same (74k, E), not to mention this assassin AU, Hit Me With Your Best Shot (10k, T). 

Everybody loves a good college AU. First, there’s the Combeferre’s-thesis-is-an-opera fic, You Dance Dreams (61k, E). Then there’s insomnia in the library, If there’s no rest for the wicked, well, then we’ll never get no sleep (10k, E). Plus someone sneaking food into Enjolras’s room in A Tupperware Full of Love (3k, G). 

And everybody needs some famous musician AUs, right? (Or maybe that’s just me). My favorites are Ten Years (16k, E) and I Don’t Want to Be Your Friend (9k, T). 

Every fandom needs accidental baby acquisition: In the End We Have Each Other (50k, E). 

Not to mention fake dating. Enjolras needs a boyfriend in Best Kept Secrets (38k, T); Grantaire needs one in the quiet truth (13k, E). 

Let’s move on to cohabitation. Before they’re dating: Years Since It’s Been Clear (10k, E). And a different AU where they’re already in a relationship: home is where you are series (5k, G). 

IDENTITY PORN TIME: We Are Who We Are (29k, T). 

A mess of short fics, mostly sweet: Plan M (10k, G); Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood (8k, not rated); Green, So Much Green (2k, M); A Lesson in Perspective (2k, G). 

Two short fics, with misunderstandings and happy endings: Crossed Wires (2k, G) between the shadow and the soul (2k, G). 

Super slow burn featuring that classic trope, what defines a date: these things take time (63k, E). 

For writers, editors, and road trip aficionados: They Write Books About This Sort of Thing (50k, E). 

A superb modern/mythology AU in which Grantaire is a selkie: The Lonely Sea and Sky (53k, E). 

And now for the grand finale, the only not-a-happy-ending fic I ever rec, the only one I’ve ever willingly read while not deliberately looking to provoke cathartic tears (although this fic did make me cry in public), I present a beautiful, imaginative fic that will break your heart, a fic in which cities are personified and Paris has been missing for centuries: Paris Burning (45k, E). 

@dandalf-the-disco​, @thewibblywobblystuff@teacuphuman09 , @justgot1, @katiewont , @thingsbeginningwitha

Okay so. Let me talk about the Skulduggery Pleasant saga. It’s fucking amazing and you should read it. That’s all you need to know about it, because if you wanna know something else you SHOULD READ IT EVERYONE SHOULD COME ON GO GO GO LEAVE WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND START READING THEM ALL

This is Darquesse. If you wanna know who she is, GO READ THE BOOKS. They’re by an amazing writer called Derek Landy, this is his twitter. Go follow him.

ANYWAY, I’ll probably draw more characters from the Skulduggery Pleasant books because I love them so fucking much and I have so many unshared feels. I can’t wait to read the 10th book hnnnnnnnnnng cries in Spanish bc it will take ages for the book to be translated but stops crying bc I’ll get it in English and then it’ll take me years to finish it

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approximately forever ago (I’m real slow filling these prompts in case none of you have noticed) @alwayskels sent me this: Ginny is pregnant with Bawson’s first baby and her appetite is insatiable! It turns into a thing where like fans take pics with her at restaurants #EatWithBabyBawson. It’s all one big joke in good fun. Mike and the team have a field day with it.

And I have wanted to do a multimedia fic for a long long time. I sensed my opportunity and took it. This was a labor of love and I’m actually really happy with the way it turned out. Hope you like it, too!!

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hi hi hi! so i feel like a lot of my most favorite fics dont get talked about much, therefore i wanted to create a proper fic rec masterpost to spread the love!! this is going to be a looooong list, so hopefully theres something for everyone (though i do firmly believe u should read every single one of these before u die)

in no particular order, but a * indicates my absolute faves that i reread monthly:

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Because people seemed interested in the self-indulgent now 25+ pages of 00Q whump I wrote today for no reason at all except to avoid my responsibilities… here is a sample. ngl inspired by @beginte‘s amazing fic Choice of Poison which is fantastic and something everyone should read

Full chapter now available on Ao3 here.

The day started as ordinary as Tuesdays in February tended to be: cold, wet, and a little dreary. Many people might have been tempted to sleep in, to avoid the morning chill and damp, but James Bond was not one of those people. He had just returned two days prior from an assignment in South America and the chilly temperature of London was just what he wanted after three weeks of blistering summer heat.

He managed to wake early enough to avoid the morning rush, not having to sit at too many lights on his way to Six. A good thing, too, because the car he had let was a new model Jaguar F-Type that didn’t deserve to idle at stop lights. It was a joy to be back on home soil after enduring inhospitable conditions in Paraguay, but even more so to drive the streets he had missed in a beautiful car with plates that told police to not bother pursuing him if he happened to be going too fast.

He pulled into the underground garage around half-past six, sliding the red sports car into a spot next to a rather plain Corsa with a banged up bumper. There weren’t many other cars in the lot due to the early hour.

Bond exited the car and locked it, shoving the fob into his pocket as he made for the northwest lift. The subterranean garage was new, acquired after some merger that Bond hadn’t given a care about when the memo had gone round. All he knew was that it was convenient to not have to find street parking.

Since Six had acquired the property, Bond had discovered quickly that he preferred the lift from the garage because not many people used it. Most everyone came in through the front door, as the Tube station was just a block or so away. That meant the entrance was always clogged with people, all the ordinary 9-5 personnel that had never seen a Double-Oh in their life (and probably never would). It wasn’t that Bond thought himself better than them, he just didn’t want to end up in those awkward conversations while waiting for the lift. Oh, you work in Finance? That’s interesting. I kill people for a living. Have a nice day. It never tended to go over well. And really, all Bond wanted was to get in and run the track for a few hours before the gym got too busy.

That was the boring thing about being in-between missions: not much to do but try to keep himself busy until the next assignment.

He rounded the corner and heard the ding of the doors opening.

There was just one person waiting and Bond thought maybe he’d just wait until they’d gone ahead, just so he could ride alone without forcing an awkward conversation. But then the person turned round as they entered the lift, tugging back their hood, and their eyes met.

It was Q, looking a little sleep-rumpled and damp from the rain, his keys in one hand, a thermos in the other. He wore that awful anorak–the one Bond swore he would one day put out of its misery–but as Bond came closer to the lifts, he saw that underneath, Q had dressed in a tasteful hunter green cardigan over a white button down. The top few buttons were undone, exposing his throat. It was strange to see him without a tie, but Bond rather liked the look on him, and had to fight to keep his eyes on Q’s face instead of that stretch of skin he’d never seen before.

Q held out his arm to keep the doors from closing, but Bond didn’t even bother picking up his pace, taking his time as he made his way closer. Oh, yes, he definitely liked the sleepy, not-yet-done-up button business Q had going on this morning. Bond wondered why he was just seeing it now after two years of working with the other man.

“Surprised to see you in so early,” Q said, once Bond was within earshot.

“You know me. Early bird gets the worm.”

“That is nothing at all like you, Bond,” Q said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously as Bond entered the lift. “What did you do?”

“Didn’t know you drove,” Bond said, changing the subject in hopes that Q would be irked all day, wondering what he had done. The truth was that he had done nothing at all, but it was fun to tease Q into thinking he had done something troublesome.

“Another quip about my age? That they shouldn’t assign driver’s licenses to people under the age of thirteen?”

“You said it, not me. Corsa?”

The look Q gave him told Bond that he was right.

“Cute. Bit of a bump on the back end. Maybe you need a booster seat?”

Q rolled his eyes, and then held out his arm to keep the doors from closing again. Bond glanced out into the parking garage to see who he had stopped the lift for and saw a white man in a grey suit. He looked like an ordinary office-worker, but he wasn’t carrying a bag or briefcase and didn’t have a badge anywhere in sight. 

The hairs on the back of Bond’s neck stood up. 

“You know him?” Bond asked.

“Isn’t that whatshisname from Accounting?” Q asked, adjusting his glasses with a frown. “Hm, no…it’s not. I must need a new prescription…”

Bond moved himself in front of Q, blocking him from the stranger’s view.

“Everyone that has access to this level has to be vetted. I’m sure it’s fine–”

But Bond was already reaching for the Walther under his arm, just as the man raised something to his mouth. At first, Bond thought it was a cigarette, but then he realised it was longer, like a reed. Bond’s body knew what it was before his brain, allowing him to side-step the thin projectile that came whizzing by his left ear. Thinner than a sewing needle, it wedged right into the cushioned wall of the lift behind him.

“What the hell…?” Q began, just as the man lifted the blow dart gun to his mouth again.

Bond shoved Q to one side of the lift before diving for the control panel on his side, jamming the door closed button with this thumb, urging the doors shut and the lift down before the man could get closer. Any other time, Bond would have confronted the man, using the unauthorised weapon under his arm, but he couldn’t take the risk when MI6’s Quartermaster was with him. Who was to say there wasn’t an accomplice?

The doors closed with a too-cheerful ding! and Bond immediately turned to Q, assessing him for injury. He seemed fine, just a little rumpled from Bond’s rough shove. His keys and thermos were on the floor at their feet, the cup’s contents thankfully unspilled, but their placement a testament to how the event had shaken them both. Bond was just counting them both as exceedingly lucky, but then a queer look came to Q’s face, somewhere between concerned and shocked. At first, Bond thought it must have been the realisation of the encounter–an attempt on one or both of their lives or a kidnapping job gone wrong–but then he saw the needle-like dart in Q’s throat.

“Shit,” Bond said, and went to Q before his knees could give way.

“I’m okay…” Q said, as Bond eased him down onto the floor.

He was nothing but bird-like bones under his oversized coat, under Bond’s hands, his weight barely anything at all in the crook of Bond’s arm. All of this and the way his knees folded beneath him like paper and the rapidly-paling pallor to his skin, told Bond Q was anything but okay.

He was just about to say this–witty, smart, maybe even a bit sarcastic–when the lift shuddered to a halt somewhere between B2 and B3 and the lights went out.

There are so many great fics out there that need to be recognized! If you find something you like on this list, be sure to show it the appreciation it deserves with likes, reblogs, and messages to the author! I hope you can find something to enjoy and remember that if you’d like me to see your work, be sure to tag me in it!

Just a reminder that no all/mostly smut fics will be added. If they’re part of a series I will link non-smut parts.


  • Permanency by @idreamofhazel (Reader x Sam) - Short and sweet! I loved reading this and it’s perfect for just a little sweetness on a bad day! This made me so happy; it was adorable.
  • Breakfast by @wayward-oneshots (Reader x Sam) - Sleepy Sammy!!! He’s such a weakness of mine, ugh. You’re so good at describing things and I could totally picture everything in my mind. I loved this!!
  • The Only Exception by @impalaimagining (Reader x Sam) - This was amazing! I’m such a sucker for everything southern/ranch related when it comes to the boys, and I think that the whole concept of the reader’s mom not liking guys/love things made everything so much more exciting and detailed! This was so cute!!
  • Mouth of a Sailor by @impalaimagining (Reader x Sam) - I loved this one; it was short and Dean’s reactions were so funny! Plus, I could totally be this reader and that made it so relatable and fun to imagine what the boy’s reactions would be. I think you got them spot on!
  • Angel Wings by @mysaintasinner (Angel!Reader x Sam) - I feel like I’ve read this one before, but it’s great! There’s some Destiel in it, but since the main focus was on the reader and Sam I thought it just added to the plot and made everything so much more exciting and fun to watch unfold!
  • Rendezvous Revelations by @bringmesomepie56 (Reader x Dean) - This was so, so cute! I loved getting to hear Dean’s thoughts as they slowly revealed more and more about their locations. I think having it from his perspective was a really great move!
  • Lily in Hand by @femmewinchester (Reader x Dean) - I was really worried how Dean would be portrayed as a florist because that’s something I’ve never really pictured him as, but you did such a great job! This was adorable. I’m always a sucker for fake dating tropes, lemme tell you. 
  • Makin Me Look Good Again by @ravengirl94 (Reader x Dean) - This was amazing! Dean needs more of this kind of love, in my opinion, and it was so cute to see him finally getting taken care of!
  • Mixup by @jpadjackles (Reader x Dean) - I loved this fic! It cracked me up to see poor Dean dealing with everything, but it was really sweet to see how the reader was taking care of him (and I hope that Dean learns not to be so whiny and take things for granted).
  • Daisy by @hunters-from-stark-tower (Reader x Dean) - This was so great! It was funny at parts, with just a dash of angst, and I love dogs, so that made it even better. The ending was definitely not what I expected, but I think that it was absolutely perfect and definitely true to character!
  • Preference: PDA by @supernatural-jackles (Reader x Dean, Sam, or Cas) - I love preferences because sometimes I just want all of TFW instead of just one of them, and this was absolutely perfect! I think you captured all of the boys’ essences so well! The Cas one definitely made me laugh!
  • Late Night Musings #1 by @lipstickandwhiskey (No Pair) - This isn’t really fanfiction, per se, but it’s adorable and I think that it’s something sweet everyone should read before bed. It made my stomach all fluttery and happy!


  • Night Time Demons by @katymacsupernatural (Reader x Sam) - A little angst, a little fluff—this was perfect! I have a lot of feelings about Sam talking about his feelings, and who wouldn’t love Sam Winchester reassuring them they were great? Also, I really loved the part at the end where the reader was “shy from all the praise” because that’s totally how I feel when I’m complimented and it made it so relatable and realistic!
  • Club Soda and Whiskey by @nichelle-my-belle (Reader x Dean) - This has smut in it! I skipped over it, but this was fantastic nonetheless! I loved how the reader fooled him in the beginning and it was great to see Dean making some connections with people who don’t have perfect lives either. Plus, I really liked how the reader described him not being so cocky and everything because Dean’s a real sweetheart!
  • So Close by @whispersandwhiskerburn (Reader x Dean) - What a plot twist! The little bit of angst from Dean trying to figure out what was going on made this fic amazing, and I loved the way you incorporated the lyrics and the themes from the song!
  • The Estate by @just-another-busy-fangirl (No Pair) - I loved this! It was really unique and I hope you write more parts! I can’t wait to see if she ends up with somebody and what they’ll all do now that the houses are connected.

Series Works

Links in the series section are always to the masterlist, or if unavailable, the latest post will be linked.

  • Saving Lives by @purgatoan (Doctor!Reader x Doctor!Sam) - Ahh, I can’t wait to find out how Sam and Dean will work everything out! The dialogue between everyone was great, and it was so funny to see how Sam and Dean are so alike in what they say about the same situation.
  • Sensation by @littlegreenplasticsoldier (Reader x Sam) - This series can be tough to read at times, just because it’s so heartwrenching and Sam’s philosophical thoughts are way too intelligent for me at times, but I really cannot get enough of it and I can’t wait for more parts! The idea behind it is so unique and I’m in love!
  • Invisible by @just-another-busy-fangirl (Reader x Dean) - I’m obsessed with this series! I can’t wait to see how/if the reader ever gets to be seen again, and the exact reason why Sam can’t see her but Dean can! This is so intriguing and it’s been one of my favorite series lately.
  • It’s Always Been You by @sleepywinchester (Reader x Dean) - This series was so, so cute and I loved how you stayed true to the episode while still making it your own. I was literally so invested in this series and I’m a little sad it’s over, even though I loved the ending!
  • Finding Home by @willowing-love (Reader x Cas) - Wow! I am so in love with this series! It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to find a Cas series I adored, and I’m so glad that I took the time to read something I normally wouldn’t! The whole idea of this is incredible and I can’t wait to see what happens between the reader and Cas and, well, the reader and Cas!

Non-Reader Works

  • One More Day by @percywinchester27 (Sam and Dean) - My poor Dean Bean and my poor Sammy! This was heartwrenching to see poor Sammy getting yelled at in the heat of the moment, but the fluff at the end made it better. I loved how Dean knew just how to make Sam feel okay again.

“What a person experiences of waswās when the response is delayed is a sickness which needs medicine, I have experienced this myself. A calamity befell me and I supplicated and did not see any response, and Iblīs started to lay his traps.

Sometimes he said: ‘The generosity (of Allāh) is abundant and He is not miserly, so why is there a delay?’

I said to him: ‘Be gone, O cursed one, for I have no need of anyone to argue my case and I do not want you as a supporter!’

Then I told myself: Beware of going along with his whispers, for if there was no other reason for the delay except that Allāh is testing you to see whether you will fight the enemy, that is sufficient wisdom.”

— Ibn al-Jawzī, Sayd al-Khātir (59-60)

Caffè Mocha — Our Chemical Hearts by Krystal Sutherland 

Who doesn’t love chocolate? Our Chemical Hearts is thought-provoking yet hilarious book. Who doesn’t love a book that makes you think while laughing out loud?

Chai Tea Latte — Every Exquisite Thing by Matthew Quick

I order Chai Tea Latte every single time I go out. I feel like it’s such an underrated order. Every Exquisite Thing is underrated but absolutely fantastic. I devoured this book in one sitting. I’d hand it out to anybody.

Iced Caramel Macchiato — The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

The Name of the Wind is one hell of a ride. I feel like the iced caramel macchiato is a staple for a lot of people. This book is definitely a staple fantasy read.

Refreshers — Holding Up the Universe by Jennifer Niven

It’s a refreshing read. It covers a heavy topic but shares it in an uplifting way. It wraps up wonderfully making your heart feel all warm. It’s one of the best.

Pumpkin Spice Latte — Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell 

You’ll understand once you read it. Trust me.

Dark Roast — The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

The Kite Runner is a book that’s hard to swallow so it made me think of black coffee. (This is coming from someone who orders tea at Starbucks.) It’s definitely a raw and difficult read but it’s worth it in the end.

Coffee Frappuccino — The Miseducation of Cameron Post by Emily M. Danforth 

Frappuccinos have many flavors and are preferred by everyone. This book has absolutely everything needed to make a perfect novel. Every ingredient is spread throughout it nicely and it has one of those endings - the kind of endings that leave you wishing you had more. It’s such a wonderful and important coming of age novel.

Cappuccino — Leave Me by Gayle Forman 

Leave Me is Gayle Forman’s new adult debut that shares a deep message within awe-inspiring aspects, making the story feel absolutely real.

Iced — Wonder by R.J. Palacio 

Iced Coffee is incredibly basic but also at high demand. Wonder is something everyone and anybody should read. It’s a book that’s always stuck with me. The message is shares is remarkable and a rule that everyone should follow. It’s about being kind.

Starbucks Doubleshot on Ice — Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard

Red Queen had me rolling after I read it. I needed that sequel terribly! It’s fast-paced and full of magic and action. It has elements of several different books that we know and love - making it absolutely to die for. 

Josh Gad’s Tribute to Robin Williams

I recently came across a heartfelt message that Josh Gad wrote the day Robin Williams passed away, and I think it’s something everyone should read. 

“Every actor has that idol that inspires them. That makes them want to bring joy and laughter to the masses; to make people cry and think; to give people a two-hour escape from the pain of their daily lives. For me that actor was Robin Williams.

As a product of the ‘80s, I grew up with Robin’s antics. One of my first cinematic memories was seeing a one-eyed, muscled Robin singing and dancing in Robert Altman’s Popeye. His spinach-chewing drawl and bow-legged walk were fodder for imitation in my house. Looking more like a younger Bluto than Popeye, I never quite got it down, but it never stopped me from trying to emulate a master. I remember sitting through Hook and watching as Peter Banning remembered what it was like to be a boy again; to fly above the clouds and to remind us all that the power of imagination and childlike wonder is as ageless as the stories of Neverland.

I remember learning about unique words for male and female genitalia when I accidentally tuned into Comic Relief and laughed until it hurt (up to the moment my pale and mortified mother walked in and changed the channel). But above all, I remember sitting in a dark theater in South Florida in the winter of 1992 and watching a Genie come to life in Aladdin and tear a hole in the very fabric of space and time for me. It was at that moment that I realized … “That’s what I want to do with my life.”

Cut to the summer of 2011 when I was performing in The Book of Mormon on Broadway. By that time, it was common for celebrities to visit. Everyone from Bono to Oprah had come to see what the buzz was all about. It was always a thrill to look out in the audience and see a familiar face that had inspired me. But on this particular summer night, May 15 to be exact, I looked into the audience as I sang the opening lines to Hello and saw a bearded hero smiling back at me. That night, I gave what was probably the best performance I have ever given on a stage. I felt intoxicated with the knowledge that I was entertaining a man who had raised me on his comedy specials, his movies and his TV series. It would be like Luke Skywalker bringing the Empire down as Obi-Wan sits atop the Death Star and simply smiles. Or in this case, a heavyset Jedi warrior, who is desperately out of breath, performing for a master Jedi.

At the end of the show, I went up to my dressing room and received a message over the loudspeaker. Someone was waiting for me backstage. I slowly walked down the stage, trying to think of what to say when I came face to face with my hero. I remembered that he had just moved into my building on 63rd Street. As I turned the corner and saw him beaming like a proud father, I blurted out, “Hey, you live in my building!” He smiled at me and without missing a beat, exclaimed, “No boy. You live in my building!” And so began my relationship with the idol I was fortunate enough to call a friend.

That summer, as Robin was a delivering his brilliantly fierce and underappreciated performance in Bengal Tiger at the Baghdad Zoo, he and I became Broadway buddies. Every night, we would get back from the theater around the same time and share war stories about our respective shows. Soon, however, our nightly encounters evolved into a written correspondence that began as a joke and ended as one of the most cherished collections of letters I have in my possession. About once a week, we would leave notes to each other at the front desk. Opening up a letter from Robin became a ritual that I would look forward to like a child opening a gift on Christmas morning. The contents of those letters are too personal to share, but what they meant to me can never fully be expressed. Sadly, Robin’s show ended all too soon and he retreated back to San Francisco. He left me his bicycle, the same bicycle he would ride around the Hudson River daily before his shows, taking in all the splendor and beauty of the city. A moment of tranquility for a man so desperately in need of it.

As many know, my performance as Olaf in Frozen is inspired by the great Robin Williams. When I first met with the film’s directors, I told them I wanted to create a character as free and as wonderfully surprising at every turn as the greatest Disney sidekick I had ever known: the Genie. Olaf will never remotely touch the tour de force that is Robin’s Genie. Because there is only one Robin Williams. But the joy and laughter that my little snowman has brought to children is because of the man who has left this world far too early. A man who taught me to be free, to be childlike, and a man who taught me to get out of my own way as a performer. His gift was to take all of our pain away and to allow us to escape. If only we could have returned the favor.

As my best friend, Seth Gabel put it, I feel like we just lost our life coach. The one who always reminds us that regardless of the hardships we face, he will always be there to lift up our spirits. But, I like to think of him more like the clown. The one in the kingdom who entertains and lifts up the spirits of kings and paupers, knights and yeomen. The one who juggles, distracts, dazzles and mesmerizes at every turn. The one who brings us all together, despite our differences and holds court by virtue of the fact that he is not like any one of us, for he is unique and talented beyond the rest. Unfortunately, as we all too often forget, once the makeup comes off, the clown is just a man like the rest of us.

Well, today we’ve lost the clown. And now we’re left with the fools. Goodbye, friend.”

–Josh Gad, Aug 12, 2014


Well Done  The difference between legal and illegal.  This is something everyone in America should read….  It looks like we did some good after all!

On Saturday, July 24th, 2010 the town of Prescott Valley, AZ, hosted a Freedom Rally. Quang Nguyen was asked to speak on his experience of coming to America and what it means. He spoke the following in dedication to all Vietnam Veterans. Thought you might enjoy hearing what he had to say:

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35 years ago, if you were to tell me that I am going to stand up here speaking to a couple thousand patriots, in English, I’d laugh at you. Man, every morning I wake up thanking God for putting me and my family in the greatest country on earth.  I just want you all to know that the American dream does exist and I am living the American dream. I was asked to speak to you  about my experience as a first generation Vietnamese-American, but I’d  rather speak to you as an American.

If you hadn’t noticed, I am not white and I feel pretty comfortable with my people. I am a proud U.S citizen and here is my proof
It took me 8 years to get it, waiting in endless lines, but I got it, and I am very proud of it.

I still remember the images of the Tet offensive in 1968, I was six years old. Now you might want to question how a 6-year-old boy could remember anything.  Trust me, those images can never be erased.  I can’t even imagine what it was like for young American soldiers, 10,000 miles away from home, fighting on my behalf.

35 years ago, I left South Vietnam for political asylum. The war had ended  At the age of 13, I left with the understanding that I may or may not ever get to see my siblings or parents again.  I was one of the first lucky 100,000 Vietnamese allowed to come to the U.S. Somehow, my family and I were reunited 5 months later, amazingly, in California. It was a miracle from God.

If you haven’t heard lately that this is the greatest country on earth, I am telling you that right now.  It was the freedom and the opportunities presented to me that put me here with all of you tonight.  I also remember the barriers that I had to overcome every step of the way. My high school counselor told me that I cannot make it to college due to my poor communication skills. I proved him wrong.  I finished college. You see, all you have to do is to give this little boy an opportunity and encourage him to take and run with it.  Well, I took the opportunity and here I am.

This person standing tonight in front of you could not exist under a socialist/communist environment. By the way, if you think socialism is the way to go, I am sure many people here will chip in to get you a one-way ticket out of here. And if you didn’t know, the only difference between socialism and communism is an AK-47 aimed at your head. That was my experience.

In 1982, I stood with a thousand new immigrants, reciting the Pledge of Allegiance and listening to the National Anthem for the first time as an American. To this day, I can’t remember anything sweeter and more patriotic than that moment in my life.

Fast forwarding, somehow I finished high school, finished college, and like any other goofball 21 year old kid, I was having a great time with my life I had a nice job and a nice apartment in Southern California. In some way and somehow, I had forgotten how I got here and why I was here.

One day I was at a gas station, I saw a veteran pumping gas on the other side of the island. I don’t know what made me do it, but I walked over and asked if he had served in Vietnam. He smiled and said yes. I shook and held his hand. This grown man’s eyes began to well up.  I walked away as fast as I could and at that very moment, I was emotionally rocked. This was a profound moment in my life. I knew something had to change in my life. It was time for me to learn how to be a good citizen. It was time for me to give back.

You see, America is not just a place on the map, it isn’t just a physical location. It is an ideal, a concept. And if you are an American, you must understand the concept, you must accept this concept, and most importantly, you have to fight and defend this concept This is about Freedom and not free stuff. And that is why I am standing up here

Brothers and sisters, to be a real American, the very least you must do is to learn English and understand it well. In my humble  opinion, you cannot be a faithful patriotic citizen if you can’t speak the language of the country you live in. Take this document of 46 pages - last I looked on the Internet, there wasn’t a Vietnamese translation of the U.S. Constitution. It took me a long time to get to the point of being able to converse and until this day, I still struggle to come up with the right words. It’s not easy, but if it’s too easy, it’s not worth doing

Before I knew this 46-page document, I learned of the 500,000 Americans who fought for this little boy. I learned of the 58,000 names inscribed on the black wall at the Vietnam Memorial. You are my heroes. You are my founders.

At this time, I would like to ask all the Vietnam veterans to please stand. I thank you for my life. I thank you for your sacrifices, and I thank you for giving me the freedom and liberty I have today. I now ask all veterans, firefighters, and police officers, to please stand. On behalf of all first generation immigrants, I thank you for your services and may God bless you all.
Quang Nguyen
Creative Director/Founder
Caddis Advertising, LLC
“God Bless America”
“One Flag, One Language, One Nation Under God” For those who understand, no explanation is needed.
For those who do not understand, no explanation is possible.

i only have one thing to say before i hit the hay bc it’s 7 in the morning and me n my dad have been up since..12 watching hxh and…i miss kurapika sm when i saw him just sitting there after the chimera arc i got SO excited fgjgkgkgjfkd also… i love alluka what an angel she deserves the world :(


KLAROLINE FANFICColored You In by lalainajanes

Rebekah asks a favor that turns out to be kind of life changing (life ruining?) for Caroline. Living with a temporarily broke Kol is one thing. A really, really annoying thing. And then Klaus is suddenly always around, planted on her couch, drinking her wine and adding snarky commentary which Caroline DOES NOT appreciate. Mikaelson’s and boundaries apparently did not mix.

Finally getting a chance to read The Dark Horizon by @qqueenofhades and I have to say it is making me furious.

It makes me furious that this story isn’t considered like THE story in the fandom. This is FOUR HUNDRED THOUSAND PLUS words of beautifully written, brilliantly researched amazingness and it just reminds me how completely unfair fandom can be. How the system is designed to reward smaller, easier to digest stories while mostly casting off masterpieces that are several novels worth of work.

There are some incredible stories by incredibly talented people that should without question be the top results of any search, that should without question have hundreds and hundreds of notes. This is one of them.

There are many others, ones I try to highlight and promote because they DESERVE it. And it rankles to see a 500 word Drabble get 500 notes but a 10k word chapter of wonderfully plotted and beautifully characterized multichapter might get 60-70? 100 is considered pretty tops for a multichapter chapter even by the arguably top authors of the fandom. A few can rack up a couple hundred for a chapter for one of those elusive “hit” stories but it’s rare.

It just. It sucks.

I wish multichapter writers got the recognition they deserved, for YEARS of work, for writing us free NOVELS and doing a much better job of doing it than actually paid authors. There just isn’t the same level of appreciation and attention for multichapters and it makes me sad to see that.

The whole system makes me sad actually. Fanfiction is so precious to me and it feels like it’s not worth it to put that much work into something when only 100 or so people appreciate it enough to take the time to do something to show they do.

“Unlike the hallways, the lunchroom was suspiciously silent. There was a tension that filled the space, immediately setting Alex on edge. Navigating through the crowd, he managed to slip to the front with ease. In any other case, his small stature would be a brittle thorn in his side, but on the occasion it had its advantages. The scene that laid before him was one that would not soon be forgotten. Lafayette was towering on top of a table, shouting in a mixture of French and English at another boy who was standing on the ground looking up smugly at the enraged teenager. There was a small circle of students blocking entrance to the faceoff, keeping any administration interference at bay. Teenagers are like sharks, Alex thought, a fight is like a drop of blood.”

Aaaaaand here is yet another drawing from @damn-man-ham-fam‘s brilliant fic. I can’t seem to stop drawing Hamilton how did this happen


sabriel requested by luciferh