sometimes everyone needs something like this

evilangelbeats  asked:

About your posts on historical figures: I went through my entire life and only now in college do I learn that Alexander the Great was a gay man! Does it ever bother you that sometimes in schools they don't really mention it?

Yes, it really does! It’s painted as debatable or not applicable, but it feels like everyone’s just ashamed of the possibility. I feel that LGBT kids can take it as meaning that that part of their life should not be public, that it’s something they need to hide. I recently saw a talk where the speaker said that LGBT people need to search for their own history and claim it, which I found very true.

Also, if you’re looking for a fictional account of Alexander the Great’s life, I believe Mary Renault wrote a few books about him. They’re quite dense so I’ve never gotten through them. Might be something you’re interested in though. It’s her interpretation and I believe she places a lot of importance on the eunuch Bagoas in Alexander’s life, if I’m remembering right.

anonymous asked:

No! anyone who hurts someone on purpose is not 'neurotypical'- they may not have a diagnosis but they are not 'neurotypical'. Tbh, i hate that word anyway, it suggests that people without mental illness all think the same way, but pretty much everyone experiences a bout of depression in life-even without realising it.i feel the same with diagnosis sometimes,its strange how we put people in boxes and ignore the fact everyones mind works differently!(i understand its sometimes needed in treatment)

idk like i completely disagree

violence doesn’t mean the person is mentally ill- cause anyone who isn’t ND is mentally ill/disordered, by definition.

like people can hurt people for many reasons? teenagers bitching about over teenagers and casting them out is done by p much all teenagers, it doens’t make them ND, but thats hurting people

people get angry and punch people, doesn’t make them ND

people murder people, doesnt make them ND. it could be because the other did something wrong and they want revenge, doesn’t make them ND

It’s not just mentally ill people that hurt people, NTs do it to, even if you don’t like the word.

I’m almost two days past Christmas. Naturally. I tried doing an entire comic the day OF and halfway through i was like ‘i aint finishing this, no way’ so i just took a portion of it to try and crank out real quick. So I guess above is a sneak peak to something that may or may not be coming your way sometime soon. i have so many things left unfinished, its embarrassing 

as for a tiny bit of explanation, this is at a point in my comic where an akuma traps them in this magic circle via a mistletoe sprig unless they kiss, not that you can tell because i omitted the setting/bg so not much context would be needed. also i, like everyone else, enjoys the idea that anyone laying the moves on Chat just stops his brain from working, despite how suave he acts.  i also like marinette/ladybug taking the initiative, though since chat isn’t exactly brainwashed here i think she would keep it to a tame kiss on the forehead. but the face grabby thing she did in dark cupid is still a must for me. i dont think shed be able to help it, especially since chat would definitely be the one to fret over where it wold be appropriate to kiss marinette in this situation lol

I saw something like this and decided to share my own

Things I love about critical role:

- the way grog and pike talk with each other and the little voices they use

- when scanlan sings and everyone joins in (literally my favorite, especially mid battle when everyone’s stressed and you know it’s exactly the momentary relief they need)

- vax using his crazy stealth to prank vex and grog

- when keyleth or someone who’s trying to Do Good™ looks to pike for support and pike kinda shrugs with a “Well…" because she's part of the shenanigans herself

- taliesin’s "that’ll do"s

- the little gnomes always rolling low initiative and scanlan saying he was preoccupied with his flute playing or some Unimportant Thing

- Matt making kickass NPC voices on the spot

- the side conversations and jokes that happen while someone is talking to Matt

- when you can see them interact and makes faces at each other from different tables

- keyleth when her voice gets soft and high and optimistic

- vex when her voice gets low and sultry and coy

- when vax runs into something without consulting the group and they all collectively face palm/panic

- when a party member does something and Matt’s eyes go wide and he laughs because holy shit he didn’t see that one coming but boy is it marvelous

- "How Do You Want To Do This?” followed by a collective: "WHAAAAA!!!“ and near table flipping

- when keyleth casts a spell and marisha’s shoulders turn and her front hand comes up in a reaching/grasping motion

- percy trying to be all diplomatic and adult and then Taliesin just losing it because grog said something quietly across the room

- when grog says something quietly across the room and ashley’s the only one to hear it but she’s too focused so it doesn’t register for a second but then it does and they just laugh in the corner together

- vex calling everyone darling

- laura getting frazzled and saying "well i’m just gonna shoot it again!” in a really distressed voice and everyone reassuring saying “no no that’s good” and “yeah do that”

- scanlan mentioning his many titles

- the shits

- when they all are legitimately crying because this shit is real

- when grog and scanlan go off together

- lady kima being salty towards scanlan

- pike being in awe of lady kima because that woman is badass

- literally everything about Gilmore

- scanlan trying to leave trinket behind all the time and vex getting worked up and annoyed because he’s helpful scanlan

- when travis wants to say something so bad and you know it’s painful to hold back but he has to because grog wouldn’t say it

- magic poop?

- when somebody is about to do something questionable and they look to everyone else and they are all being like “no don’t do it” meanwhile scanlan and grog are grinning and nodding from behind them

- the fleeting look of panic when Matt has everyone roll initiative

- all of vex’s reactions all the time

- when matt is describing something and somebody asks for clarification and then get excited because he described it just like they saw in the head

- when travis starts dancing

- when vax leans back on the bench to disappear and when laura does the same thing but because she’s laughing too hard

- the fact that I can’t interchange the characters and the players' names because they’re different people to me and the reaction that travis has is completely different to the reaction the grog would’ve had

- when two characters are having their own moment and everyone else is reacting and making faces and trying desperately to not make too much noise

- Ashley rolling for a check and pausing for a second and asking about having advantage or getting a bonus before eventually trailing off and saying “so… I rolled a four.” and everyone laughing because oh my god Ashley is the cutest

- the sun tree and the fact that matt not only does the voice but the whole persona as well

- dagger dagger dagger

- “I would like to rage”

- scanlan lowkey saving the entire party from huge conflicts all the time because he’s so amazing and charismatic and deceitful

- honestly just the entire show it has consumed my life I love it so much

I just reblogged a post but I’m pissed now so I’m going to make my own post.
People with BPD have to CONSTANTLY question if we’re being manipulative and abusive, even in the smallest of interactions. Overshared on feeling bad? Abusive shit I should die. Wait. Wanting to die makes me abusive too, and God help me if I tell anyone.
So, sometimes, we make tumblr posts telling other people like us that they aren’t inherently abusive, and there’s always at least one asshole who reblogs or comments saying “don’t forget that people with BPD can actually be abusive”. Which is not something we’re about to forget. I spend all day in a panic because I’m probably manipulating and hurting everyone, and I really probably shouldn’t have friends because I’ll just hurt them.

Accident Prone

Spencer Reid x Reader one shot

Word Count: 2530

Prompt: Can you write something where maybe the reader is super clumsy and trips often, and one day she trips into Morgans arms and Reid gets super jealous??

A/N: Haha, this request was so cute! Thank you anon (: Here’s a little something to tide y’all over if you’re waiting for part 2 of my Harry Potter AU! I am Stressed™ about midterms (college sucks) so it won’t be up until a little later in the week but I shall do my best to have it up soon. I also hit 100 followers! Thank you to everyone who has followed, liked, reblogged, or even just read any of my fics. I love you all!

Summary: Sometimes, being accident prone is just what you need to get things moving in the right direction.

You’ve been a part of the BAU for almost 5 years and in those 5 years, you never failed to impress your team members with your agility, speed, and flawless movement out in the field. You were quick on your feet, good with a gun, and knew just how to grapple with the rowdier unsubs.

Garcia often referred to you as her ‘Little Lioness’ when you were out on a mission, a nickname that had caught on with the rest of the team as well.

However, the moment you stepped off the field, you transformed from an agile lioness into a spindly baby deer. You couldn’t for the life of you figure out why. You were pretty sure that if it weren’t for your exceptional skills in the field, you would’ve been asked to leave the FBI many years ago.

Gravity had made an enemy out of you whenever you weren’t chasing after an unsub and you constantly found yourself stumbling over your own two feet. And stumbling usually lead to knocking over whatever was in close vicinity.

You teammates quickly learned how to adapt to your clumsiness. It was almost as if they could tell exactly when you were going to trip and possibly break something. This saved them from a lot of broken coffee mugs and saved you from any tripping-related injury.

Their sixth sense, though it helped, couldn’t save you from everything though.

“Ouch!” You glared down Emily’s desk, rubbing the spot on your leg where it had collided with the sharp corner of the desk. She made a sympathetic tutting noise.

“That’s definitely gonna bruise. Want some ice?” she asked, already halfway out of her chair.

“It’s fine, it’s fine… Not worth getting an ice pack just for this little thing.” You waved a hand dismissively, nearly sending her mug tumbling to the ground. Thankfully, her quick reflexes prevented any major spillage. You grinned sheepishly at the brunette, turning to go back to the safety of your own desk.

But before you could make it, you - surprise, surprise - tripped over your own feet, bumping into into the desk closest to you. You almost knocked a stack of files onto the ground, but the desk’s inhabitant reached out just in time, steadying the stack with one hand and clamping onto your wrist with the other.

“Whoops, sorry ‘bout that. Thanks, Spencer.” You smiled gratefully at the brown-haired man, patting the hand over your wrist in thanks. He blushed slightly at the contact and you felt the butterflies in your stomach flutter a little extra as you continued your walk to your desk.

Yes, the entire team helped you out whenever your clumsiness got the best of you, but something about Spencer Reid made it a little more special every time he was the one to do so.

You found it very hard not to develop a crush on the young genius over the years.

His messy hair practically begged to be played with. His mannerisms and constant rambling were endlessly endearing. He was a very loyal team member. He was even great with kids. Plus, his aesthetically pleasing facial structure was quite easy on the eyes.

The two of you had always straddled the line between friendship and something more. You were very close friends, but sometimes when you were hanging out outside of work just the two of you, maybe bundled up on the couch watching movies or reading books at the park or out for coffee, you just wanted to grab his face and kiss him right then and there.

(And then maybe do a lot more than just kissing. The boy had long fingers and you had a wicked imagination.)

You thought - hoped - you had seen him giving you the same longing glances, but it just never really went beyond friendly cheek kisses and ‘just-as-friends’ dates.

You settled into your desk with a heavy sigh, attracting Penelope’s attention as she walked into the bullpen. All you saw was a pink and purple blur before you were wrapped up in the technical analyst’s arms.

“What ails you, my wobbly little Bambi? Did you get hurt again?” she asked in a teasing tone. You made a face at Spencer, who was watching the two of you with an amused smirk.

“I’m a lioness, Pen, a lioness. Here me roar,” you deadpanned, wriggling out of her embrace. She let out a laugh.

“Of course you are, Y/N… Now c’mon, help me find those papers you were looking for. We’re going to have to go old school and actually look through boxes in the file room.” She pouted at the fact her precious computers wouldn’t be able to help her for once. “We have to deal with… hard-copies,” she said dramatically.

You shook your head amusedly, following the blonde out of the BAU bullpen.

“Wait, Y/N!”

You turned back abruptly at Spencer’s call, nearly plowing down a passing intern.

“We still on for lunch?” he asked, laugh evident in his voice as he watched you apologize profusely to the poor intern. The young brunette woman waved off your apology and you switched your attention onto the young doctor.

“It’s a date,” you said casually. “I’ll come back to get you when I’m ready to go.”

You smiled at his excitement over the new cafe you were going to try out, absentmindedly watching as he turned back to his paperwork. You shook yourself out of your Spencer-induced stupor, hoping no one noticed your staring, and hurried to catch up with Garcia.

“Ooooh finally going on a date with our resident genius?” Penelope asked, waggling her eyebrows suggestively, earning her an eye roll.

“You know it’s not a date-date, Pen. It’s a… ‘Spencer and me’-date,” you found yourself explaining for the hundredth time.

“Riiiight.” She nodded, voice tinged with doubt. “Oh come on, Y/N! I know you two are in love!”

You pointedly ignored her as you rounded the corner into the file room. You immediately started sorting through the nearest box, blocking out Garcia’s little love monologue.

“- always takes you out for dinner. You practically live at his apartment, for crying out loud! You know, JJ told me that Henry thinks the two of you are married ‘just like his mommy and daddy’… God, you two are so cute! I totally think -”

“Penelope. Please… Just help me look for this file, okay?”

“Fine,” Garcia said with a resigned sigh, “but this is going to be discussed on our next girls’ night, you hear me?”

Pushing a sleeping elephant up a hill was easier than trying to say no to a determined Penelope Garcia, so you simply conceded, shooing her away to do her own file digging.

After skimming through a couple of boxes, you decided to start looking at the boxes up on the shelves. You made your way towards the stepladder by the wall.

“Um Y/N, are you going to be using that?”

“Yeah, why?” You set up the ladder and just as you were about to climb Garcia called out your name. “What?” you asked, pausing your ascent. She bit her lip worriedly.

“Mmm, you plus heights plus shelves full of heavy boxes that can potentially fall and crush you… You do the math.”

“Seriously? Oh my god, it’s a stepladder, Garcia. It’s not even a real ladder. I’m not that accident-prone.”

“You trip on air, Y/N! That’s as accident-prone as it gets.” She held up her hand, silencing your protests. “Nuh-uh. I am going to get Morgan and he’s going to use those sexy muscles of his to do the heavy lifting for us, okay? No need to put yourself in harm’s way.”

You stayed in your spot until she left the room. Admittedly, you had a bit more accidents than the average human being, but you could definitely find a set of files by yourself without endangering your life. You caught bad guys for a living, using a mini-ladder to find a couple of papers was a piece of cake compared to that.

“Aha!” After a couple of minutes, your search was a success. You managed to find the papers and not get hurt. Well… except for two paper cuts, but no one had to know about those. Your inner celebration was cut off by a knock on the door.

“Hey mama, Garcia said something about heavy boxes, ladders, and the possibility of a broken neck so I came as fast as I could,” Derek said, coming into the file room. “Aaand I see what she means.”

You turned to stick your tongue out at him.

“Well, you can tell Garcia to suck it, ‘cause I found the files I was looking for and used this ladder without any acci- Woah!

You must’ve waved those file papers with a bit too much enthusiasm because you suddenly found yourself toppling off of the ladder. You felt a rush of relief at the feeling of landing in a pair of arms, bridal style, instead of head first on the ground. Derek’s chest rumbled with laughter.

“What was that you were saying?” he teased, earning himself a slap on the shoulder when he bounced you like one would do while holding an infant.

“Shut up, Morgan,” you said grumpily.

“Hey, you’re lucky I was here to catch you.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, resting your head on his shoulder and batting your eyelashes.

“Oh Derek, thank heavens you were here! My hero!” The two of you fell into a fit of laughter at your antics.

“What’s going on here?”

Derek and you froze at the sharp tone.

You turned your head towards the door, revealing a rigid Spencer, looking at the two of you with obvious displeasure. You knew this looked how this could be misconstrued - Derek holding you in his arms and you resting your head onto his shoulder, smiles from your previous laughter still on your faces.

Derek hastily set you on the ground, clearing his throat. All you could do was carefully watch Spencer’s reaction.

“Kid…” Morgan finally said, holding up a placating hand out to your brown-haired colleague. You felt your heart twinge a little when Reid took a tiny step back at the gesture.

Before you could even say anything, he was out the door, leaving with nothing but a mumbled “gotta go” thrown over his shoulder.

The silence he left behind was soon broken by the click-clack of Garcia’s high heels as she entered the file room once more.

“Um, what did I miss?”

Her question spurred you into action. You pushed your files into Morgan’s hands and wordlessly took off to follow Spencer. You just caught a flash of his purple cardigan disappearing around the corner.

“Spencer, wait!” you called out, speeding up your steps to catch up with him. Curse that man and his incredibly long legs. “Spencer!” You manage to grab onto the back of his cardigan, pulling him to a stop in the middle of the hallway.

“Aren’t we going to lunch together?” you asked, trying to break through his sudden icy demeanor.

“What? You aren’t too busy laying in Morgan’s stupid biceps of steel and laughing at one of his stupid jokes and resting your head on his stupid muscular shoulder? If I had known you and Morgan were…”

You tuned out his rambling, pushing him into the nearest empty office. If he thought there was something going on between you and Derek, then what the hell did he think was going on between himself and you?

You stare incredulously at your colleague, who hadn’t even stopped to take a breath in the midst of his ramble, hands flailing about. You knew just how worked up he was when he used hand gestures to emphasis his often lengthy rants.

“Spencer Reid, are you jealous?” you managed to squeeze in between his own words. “Are you seriously jealous of Morgan?”  He turned to you with disbelief written all over his face.

“Of course I’m jealous of Morgan! He’s - he’s Derek Morgan!” he spluttered. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t want a Derek Morgan, you walnut! I want you!” You sighed, cheeks burning at your blatant confession. “All I want is you, Spence. I thought you - I thought we were, you know, like a thing? Did I interpret everything wrong? Aren’t we -”


You immediately recoiled, thinking that this was the moment he was rejecting you. He must’ve sensed the hurt in your eyes, because he immediately started backpedalling.

“Wait! Not ‘no’ like to us! ‘No’ to the - I - we’re - I… I like you, Y/N. As much as that makes me sound like some fifth grader confessing a crush, I really, really like you.”

It had finally happened. All the ambiguity had been wiped away. Here you were, emotions laid on the table. There was only one way you could think of replying.

“Y/N? Aren’t you going to say anythi-”

Grabbing onto the front of his sweater, you pressed your lips against his, pouring your emotions out into this one kiss. You jumped when Spencer’s hands brushed against the curve of your ass. He jolted away from you, fearing he had gone too far.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your… I-it was an accident!”

He was caught off guard by the smirk on your face. You used this to your advantage, pushing him into the desk chair and promptly settling yourself into his lap. His hands hovered hesitantly over you sides before you pushed them to press against where they had brushed earlier.

You connected your lips once again, tugging at his hair to spur him into action. He caught the hint, guiding your hips against his. As you trailed your kisses down to his neck, he groaned out your name like a prayer.

“Dr. Reid,” you whispered, biting down on his sensitive pulse point and eliciting another groan from his lips, “this is one accident I don’t mind.”

Back in the file room…

“Told you it would work. Didn’t I say a little jealousy was all they needed?”

“Yeah, yeah but what if she had fallen before I got there? Your plan wasn’t completely foolproof, baby girl.”

“You don’t have to undermine my matchmaking skills, you know.”


“It all worked out didn’t it? I bet you $10 they’re making out in a conference room right now.”


“Oh come on, Chocolate Thunder, indulge me a little.”

“… I bet you $20 they’re in an old office.”

“Now that’s more like it.”

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy!


Enneagram Types as Quotes On My Wall

1w2- “At this point she was willing to forgo rational behavior if it would get her where she needed to go.”

1w9- “A monster, that refused, sometimes, to behave like a monster. When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?” 

2w1- “Instead she settled for letting her focus drift in and out, so that what she got was a melody of people digging into each other’s lives.” 

2w3- “It humbles me. But it doesn’t humiliate me.”

3w2- “She wondered if everyone got the same thrill she did from meeting new people, or if it was uniquely enjoyable to her.” 

3w4- “I’m sure everything will be fine. Plus, they pretty much just wrote my college essay for me. I’ll talk about learning from the hardships of my rebellious teenage years and I’ll get accepted anywhere I want.” 

4w3- “I like red- don’t get me wrong. But I have a deep appreciation for anything that is willing to be totally and utterly itself. If you’re going to be red, then be red, goddammit, from your steering wheel to your hubcaps, be red.” 

4w5- “I’ve always felt at home here, in the shadows.” 

5w4- “I take them all in. I hear their conversations, witness their intimacies. I never say a word. They are more conscious of the birds, the squirrels, the wind. I do not exist. And yet I exist.” 

5w6- “Sometimes I will sit on a bench for hours at a time. Sometimes I will wonder. At every moment, I observe.” 

6w5- “Too much. Too fast. Too intense. The glass soul falls to the ground and shatters into a thousand words. The invisible boy becomes visible, and all of a sudden, his emotions blast neon.”

6w7-  “Yet here I am, sharp words zinging from my lips like poison darts.” 

7w6-  “I’m going to steal your idea to look at the world as if it’s always hiding something of value.”

7w8- “The day is all just hours you’re alive for. They can be filled up with anything. Unexpectedness, wildness, maybe a little bit of lawlessness even.” 

8w7- “When you don’t have any reason to think of days as weekdays or weekends, you start to realize that all days are pretty much the same and that kind of gives you the freedom to do whatever you want.” 

8w9- “‘You surrender.’ She said. ‘For you’re beaten.’”

9w1-  “And it’s probably not going to be the last time you’re heartbroken. You can’t go walking into traffic every time it happens.”

9w8-  “When she did, the air took on, simultaneously, the feel of might and fragility.”

The OTBS Guys as Dads...


  • “I’m the world’s greatest Dad, aren’t I?” – expect this at least once every minute
  • Feels so rejected when the baby only stops crying for you

  • “Oh, I see how it is” and then he’s moody all night
  • Cried when baby was born but said he wasn’t crying and keeps repeating that he wasn’t crying

  • He was definitely crying
  • Buys the baby about a billion t-shirts saying things like ‘Daddy is the best’

  • Magically disappears whenever the baby’s nappy needs changing


  • Sometimes just looks at the baby in wonder and says “how can something so perfect exist?”
  • Offers to do whatever he can to help – he wants you to rest, after all

  • Can be found playing video games with the baby sprawled out on his lap like a puppy
  • Cute

  • Shows everyone photos of the baby and acts like such a proud Dad at every small milestone
  • When the baby wakes up crying at night, he gets out of bed before you to go soothe them, kissing your cheek and telling you to go back to sleep – he’s got this

  • Like, an amazing dad


  • Will just sit there silently looking at the baby, and the baby looks back at him the same way – they could probably do this for hours if you left them to it
  • Master Nappy Changer

  • He should win an award
  • Reads stories at bedtime in a surprisingly animated voice, with different voices for the characters – the baby loves it

  • “Let me take them” whenever he knows you’re tired
  • Silently pats the baby’s head in way of greeting

  • Tama is hella jealous
  • He’ll pat her head, too just to keep her happy


  • Still can’t believe he’s a dad – you keep catching him just staring at the baby in awe
  • Reads a lot of parenting books and keeps coming out with random facts like he’s some sort of expert now

  • The baby likes to be sick on his shoulder
  • It’s hilarious

  • He doesn’t think that it’s hilarious
  • Probably wanted to call the baby ‘Kaoru’

  • No.
  • Can be found fast asleep on the sofa with the baby tightly in his arms, also asleep

  • The baby likes to tease him by poking his face, because it somehow makes him sneeze, which is of course very entertaining


  • Full on cried when the baby was born – so adorable
  • Always protectively holding the baby

  • Tells the baby various different stories and talks to them as though they can understand a word he’s saying
  • Offers to do the cooking and the cleaning AND look after the baby while you get some rest

  • “That’s an order” he says when you go to protest
  • The baby will go out of their way to make Daddy smile whenever he looks really serious, prodding his face and saying nonsense sounds that actually mean ‘Cheer up Daddy!’

  • Will give you a massage every time you wince at a pain in your back
  • Makes the guys wash their hands before even touching the baby, and growls at them when they dare defy him

  • OMG the baby keeps growling!



  • Is convinced that the baby actually laughed at one of his puns once
  • It was wind…

  • When he feeds the baby, it’s like a game –
  • “Here comes the aeroplane!”
  • Regularly walks into doors and falls over on purpose just to make the baby laugh

  • Treasures this child and does not understand how something so perfect could exist
  • Wouldn’t take the naming process seriously at all – he had a few jokes he’d been meaning to use here

  • Keeps eating the baby’s strawberry yoghurts
  • Takes about a billion photos of the baby every day…

  • And of you when you tell him to stop
  • Kisses you gently every night and says “you actually make a fine mother”

Hestia likes the Dursley boy, though everyone had told her to watch out for that family. Of course, he is rude, sometimes, when he forgets himself, or when it seems that his mother is doing alright, and he isn’t needed to balance the tension in the room with false cheer. Of course, he is without mercy, in the way he talks politics over the dinner table. Of course, he is completely and utterly without curiosity about the magical world she and Diggle had brought into the Muggle flat. 

But there’s something about him she doesn’t hate like she hates his parents. Maybe it’s the underlying sadness, where Vernon and Petunia had only anger. Maybe it’s the way he listens to Potterwatch and the other Order of the Phoenix-allied radio stations with a concentration so intense he might be expecting to be tested on it later. 

It isn’t until she catches him staring intently at a bowtruckle climbing the wall, poking at it with the back of a spoon and trying to get it to explain itself that she sees that he is curious about the world he’s never been allowed to touch. 

“You can just ask, you know, if you want to know what something is,” she says, since neither Dursley parent is present. “That’s a bowtruckle. Magical creature of the forest. That one’s name is Eloise, and Diggle got him years ago from a traveler.” 

Dudley looks up, astonished. “What, really?” 

“Yeah, their life span is almost as long as–” 

“You mean I can ask you whatever I want? I’ve never been allowed to do that.” 

From the way the boy’s eyes light up, Hestia can tell she’s created a monster. And she somehow can’t bring herself to care. 

Hurting RemusXReader

No one requested this but I just realy need to write something. 

Enjoy. -Madi 

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

Heart break hurts. Everyone knows that, it’s not like feeling yourt heart split in two can ever be a pleasant feeling. You have to witness heartbreak at least once in your life. Sometimes you witness it multiple times throughout your life, but after a while you begin to get used to it. I go through the same motions every damn time. Flirt, dream, hope endlessly, rinse and fucking repeat.

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Dear fandoms,

Please remember that fandom is, first and foremost, a place to celebrate a piece of fiction. We are here because we love something - a book, movie, game, series - and want to let each other know about it, share it with everyone.

So please, please stop shaming other people for shipping something you do not.

Are some ships more canon than the others? Yes. Does that mean that other ships are not valid? No.

You are allowed to ship whatever you like. The thing you are not allowed to do, though, is to question other ships for no other reason than feeling superior to them.

Are all ships equal, then? Again, no. For example, straight ships are usually more accepted and more present than queer ships, and when straight ship needs sometimes no more than five seconds of characters looking at each other to be commonly considered as canon, queer ship could be denied even after the couple has proven their devotion to each other. There could be many reasons to that. Gay ships are not about “seeing everything as gay.” Straigh ships are not about “making everyone straight.”

If someone has devoted their time to some ship, gush about how much they love it - you have no right to take that happiness away from them, no matter if their ship is canon or not. Shipping is a preference. “I didn’t choose the ship, the ship chose me” - how many times have we heard that? And yet, there are still pointless shipping wars in some fandoms.

So, let’s agree to disagree. Let’s talk about it. Let’s debate using arguments, not slurs. Let’s accept each other’s preferences.

Shipping community is small as is it. Let’s not divide it any more.

Stop being an anti and start celebrating a fandom.

idc, i love Winston

Just BFF things with Winston <3

  • Winston gives the best hugs ever, ever, ever. If you’re sad and ever need a safe, warm and secure hug, Winston is the scientist to see! Even if he’s busy working on something, he’ll drop everyone to give you a supportive cuddle. Mind you, he is always a bit awkward when you cry because he isn’t sure what to do and he doesn’t like to see you cry, but he understands that sometimes you need it. Plus if you cry in front of him it means you trust him.
  • It’s handy having Winston around when you don’t understand something and ask for help. He never ever makes you feel like you’re stupid for asking a question or needing clarification on anything. Winston is a pro at translating complicated matters into layman’s terms.
  • Watching sci-fi TV series’ and movies with Winston is both amazing and annoying. If it’s a bad TV show he’ll make it amazing by making fun of how bad the ‘science’ is. It never feels like a waste of time if you decide to watch a bad show or movie with the scientist. The con is that sometimes he can ruin the magic of a good show, but he’s become really good at holding his tongue if it looks like you’re enjoying yourself. Still, after it’s all over, it’s always worth riling Winston up over it.
    “…Okay, tell me what was wrong—”
    “My goodness, what wasn’t wrong. For one, the last scene was completely illogical, it—”
  • Winston is a great work out buddy in that Athena harrasses the both of you equally to get your butts moving, so you both work out together to stop the AI from nagging anymore, but it’s fun when it’s not just you and the both of your encourage each other constantly to complete each session.
  • One of the most amazing and fun things when it comes to being bffs with Winston is that karaoke is fucking amazing with him. It’s always a riot because the two of you are masters of songs where you get to sing and Winston gets to rap. He’s got fucking mad flow and no one believes you until they walk by Winston’s lab one day and the two of you are basically roaring lyrics to really old school songs. Some songs that come up a lot include ‘No Diggity’, ‘Humpty Dance’ and ‘Monster’ (the last of which Winston helps you learn to rap too <3)
I wish i could leave it behind, forget the feeling of emptiness I’ve grown so used to but it’s gotten to the point that I no longer remember what it feels like to be whole and sometimes I question if I ever really was, everyone says im not broken, im ok, but why is it there’s a constant nagging in my brain telling me that something is missing something isn’t quite right but i dont know i dont know maybe i am ok and all i need is to realize that this is the way things are
—  I hope one day I feel complete
Please read.

Okay everyone, I know this is probably something you’re just going to scroll past as if it meant nothing but you need to read this. As a writer myself I know the struggle of trying to write stories that people will like, I know the struggle of sitting there and praying that your notifications will go off and you have a like or a reblog but sometimes they don’t happen. 

Maybe it’s because it isn’t good we often think to ourselves, maybe we can’t and all our stories are crap. That’s when the doubt settles in. Do people hate my work? Should I try harder next time? 

We are writing stories for our pleasure and for yours, us writers love writing it’s the reason we do it. We also love writing for you, the audience, because it feels fantastic when people like and reblog your stories. But it means even more to us if you tell us if you like it. I have complimented a few, well deserving blogs and every time they tell me that they never get compliments like that. 

I know how hard it is to start talking to someone who can seem quite daunting, I know it’s scary but I promise you we don’t bite we actually try to promote and encourage all of you to talk to us. It’s a great feeling when someone lets you know how much your writing means to them, It’s a feeling that will leave you with a smile on your face all day and nothing can dampen your mood. 

The only thing I’m trying to say is if you love someone’s writing please let them know, they deserve it and it’s a great conversation starter if you want to talk to those ‘big and scary’ blogs. I promise you writers will love you for it and they will never ever turn you down when you try to talk to them. 

Thank you.

(I hope it’s okay to submit this, Mandie!)

I’ve seen a couple of stories lately having to do with holiday things - people saying specific greetings that others don’t like, etc. I just wanted to encourage everyone here to remember that while we get awful customers to deal with sometimes, most people are perfectly nice. I think “Happy Holidays” is a great, all-inclusive phrase, but I also don’t think there’s anything wrong with saying something specific to a certain holiday. I’m not Christian but I was raised with Christmas, so that’s what I celebrate… but if a customer said Happy Hanukkah to me I wouldn’t mind it one bit. I think we all just need to remember that holiday greetings 9 times out of 10 are meant sincerely and not as a political gesture… Say you’re very obviously not Christian and someone makes a point to use Merry Christmas, then of course THAT is rude and you have the right to be irritated by it, but other than that… Most times I have no idea what someone celebrates just from appearance and I think we should all try and remember that holidays are times of fun and love, no matter which holiday it is, and I personally appreciate any greeting someone meets me with because I know it’s meant well.

There’s enough hatred and division in the world right now. Let’s all be kind to one another, and everyone have a happy holiday season. Love you guys. <3

Gency Headcanons

I’m just laying here in bed thinking about some Gency headcanons and wondering if, were the pairing to be real, whether or not my husband and I would share any parallels to the both of them. This, of course, led to me thinking about the two doing things like we do instead.



Genji is pretty no nonsense in front of everyone but Angela. He stays quiet until he feels there is something that needs to be said. He can also be kind of snarky at times, though not to be a complete asshole. Angela, on the other hand, is a people person even if she’s quiet sometimes. She can pick up conversation and roll with it, and she likes to make people smile. Both of them will almost blindly defend the other in an argument.

Angela loves clothing and fashion, and although neither of them has much time to dabble in hobbies or frivolous things, Genji liked watching her gush over what is left of the the fashion industry.

Genji still harbors something from his old past: gaming. While not nearly as active in it as he used to be, he still gets incredibly competitive and hates losing to anyone. He and McCree often have a contest to see who can dismantle the most enemies on missions (think Legolas and Gimli).

Angela loves makeup, even though many people tell her she doesn’t need any. Her personal satchel is full of various lip glosses and she loves cat eye looks, often doing her liner to reflect this with a perfect wing. Thankfully, her complexion is perfect, giving her the ability to focus on perfecting a perfect eye. Her favorite color eyeshadow is purple.

Genji falls asleep before Angela if he’s comfortable enough at night. Requiring less sleep than her because of his cybernetics, he still tries to trick his system into going to bed at the same time as her.

Angela thinks it’s incredibly hot when Genji takes time out of his day to cook something for her. There has been a time or two where he’d bring her something at the base in Gibraltar when she couldn’t stop to fix something, and she found herself beaming all day.

Angela loves onions, mushrooms, and olives. Genji thinks this is gross but accepts it.

Genji had caught Angela peeking at him in the shower before. It’s not lost on him that Angela told him showers aren’t necessarily required to clean his hardware. He takes showers on purpose.

Nothing means more to Angela than Genji opening up to her and telling her about his past. Even little stories about his childhood at the arcade or the best ramen he’d ever had make her light up.

Every morning before he leaves her room, Genji leaves little sticky notes in Angela’s room with Japanese kanji for her to try to translate. They’re usually romantic or cheesy things, but time to time he has been known to draw little stick figure birds or goofy looking dogs sticking their tongues out. Genji isn’t a very good artist and his scribbled make her laugh. He knows this.


I may make more of these later but I’m so sleeeeeeeeeepy.

Hey guys! The holidays are coming up, and I saw a couple people thinking about doing some art trades! I’m going to be hosting the Fatesona Secret Santa, so if you’re interested in participating please fill out this form! This Secret Santa is available to both artists and writers, so if you prefer writing stories or can’t draw you can still participate!

At 11:59 EST (Eastern Standard Time) on December 14th I will close the google form and be privately messaging participants on who they got sometime on the 15th, giving everyone at least 10 days to make something. Starting on Dec 25th and going until Jan 10th people can post their art and have a grand old time seeing everyone’s lovely work and meeting new people! If there are any questions or comments (like if I need to add anything to the google form) please send me an ask or message and I will reply ASAP! Happy Holidays and spread the word!

About that “story”…

I want to preface this post by saying it’s not going to be a call out post. I thought about it, I wanted to do it, I took a deep breath and calmed down. It’s not worth it.

The main reason why I’ve decided to say something on this subject, is because the things I’ve seen and read about what @gunningforabasementoffice has decided to post have been completely unfair, mostly wrong and sometimes just evil. I know there’s people around here who trust my words, so that’s why I’d like to replace what happened so everyone is on the same page.

First of all, @gunningforabasementoffice didn’t out a private story. A well known hardcore snogger blog that I’m not going to name because I don’t think they need more publicity, did it. This is the reason why we all started to receive many anons about Rose and a story about Fleetwood Mac earlier this week. I’m not going to re-tell this story. It has been done enough, I know some of you were confused and didn’t know what to believe because it seemed to be second or third hand informations, and that kind of information is obviously always twisted. There’s only two persons in here who could attest to what had been said. They’re not going to do it, and even if I admitted already I’ve been privy to hear it from one of them, I still don’t think it’s my place to make a “tell-all”. Actually, it wouldn’t change anything on what people chose to believe. Instead, I’d like to focus on the consequences of this story which have, indeed, been twisted. What I can tell for a fact is that at this point, in no way, this story can prove or disprove Gillian’s relationship with David or Peter Morgan. I’ve read that what has been said proves Gillian and Peter Morgan spent the summer together, which is completely false. Nothing in this story can prove that, nor that she spent the summer with David.

This story was told to a few of us a few weeks before the PM rumor started. At this point, for most of us, we didn’t even know who Peter Morgan was, and I still can’t explain how what has started as a cute (possibly) Gillovny story ends up being a Gillovny vs Gillorgan conspiracy. Since last October, a lot of us had received anons asking us about it. It leaked, it was spread, probably twisted, but there was a tacit agreements between all the bloggers who knew about it not to post those anons to respect Gillian’s privacy. Someone who is known to spread disgusting and wrong theories on David and Gillian has decided to break this tacit agreement, and it was the worst thing to do. But once something is out, there’s nothing else to do than explaining what happened and what you know to be true, which is what @gunningforabasementoffice is trying to do on her blog. You may disagree with her, but at least, she’s not bullying anyone, nor mocking or attacking.

In the end, true or not, this story won’t prove anything and only time will tell. The truth always surface.

Your mental health is more important than any kind of school project. Put down that pen and go to sleep. You deserve it. Sometimes you need at break from school, work, or people. Everyone needs breaks sometimes and if the teacher, boss or anyone else doesn’t understand why your report isn’t done, you skipped a day at work, or you didn’t want to see anyone for the day, then just tell them. Tell them that you needed a well deserved break. You are far more important than anything else and you come first. If you don’t want to do something, put it aside for later. Do something you would like every once in awhile.
Ni-dom Problems

You don’t understand why everyone feels the need to always be doing something. You like to spend time just thinking, dreaming, planning, and it annoys you when people ask, “Why are you sitting around doing nothing?” It’s not nothing, you’re actually being productive, it’s just not concretely evident.