still fearless

Taylor Swift era: let’s sleep over and we can talk about boys and school!! Bake cookies!!! Also dream about love!!!!

Fearless era: let’s cry our hearts out together, also cry about how good love is… And bake cookies

Speak Now era: let’s do some DIY stuff, you can come over and we’ll have a blast! We’ll make cookies!!

Red era: It’s a sweet life, also it’s fall and I want everything to be about fall!! Let’s make pumpkin spice cookies!!!

1989 era: yo New York is pretty cool, also I love everyone, and I’m making cookies

Reputation era: let’s go trash a high school and rob a liquor store, then we’ll go make cookies to eat with our booze..

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JOURNEY TO FEARLESS.

BORN- November 7th, 2008
DIAGNOSED WITH CANCER- October 15, 2013
FIRST BIG BREAK IN FIGHT- January 2, 2014
TUMOR INACTIVE- May 1, 2014
GOT TO HUG THE HUMAN THAT HELPED HER THROUGH HER FIGHT- May 7, 2014
TUMORS RETURN- November 18, 2014
TUMORS INACTIVE- December 18, 2014
TUMORS RETURN- February 20, 2015
TUMORS GROW NEAR OPTIC NERVE WITH RISK OF SPREADING- August 20, 2015
SURGERY TO REMOVE EYE COMPROMISED FROM CANCER- September 3, 2015
CANCER FREE- SEPTEMBER 23, 2015
1 YEAR CANCER FREE- September 23, 2016
2 YEARS CANCER FREE- September 23, 2017

@taylorswift, I don’t know if you remember my niece, Khloe. You planned a visit to CHLA in 2014 specifically to meet her after seeing her story and hashtag all over Instagram. You spent about 40 minutes with her talking, laughing, and making her feel loved and important. It was one of the best days. I don’t know if you’ll ever fully comprehend the impact of that day on her and our family during that time. You brought such a breath of fresh air to all of us when we felt like we were drowning. And it’s a day we held onto throughout the rest of her fight. In 2015, she was battling cancer again and it was very serious. The tumors started to impact her eyesight and it got to the point where she could only see shadows in her right eye. They were growing near her optic nerve and there was the big risk that it could spread to the rest of her body if she didn’t have surgery to remove her eye. We actually found out the day before your 1st LA show of the 1989 tour. Since finding out the news, it was all a blur but that night at the show, we forgot everything that was happening outside of those walls. Khlo wasn’t a child with cancer, she was just a child having the time of her life watching her favorite perform all the songs that brought her happiness in her hard times. You did that. I actually blew my savings to surprise her with floor seats to the last of the LA shows. At one point in the show I lifted her up above the crowd and she wholeheartedly believes you smiled at her and she kept asking me if I thought you remembered her. I always replied the same, ‘There is no way anyone could ever forget you.’ I post this all because I remember watching an interview years back when you said one of the hardest parts of your job is meeting children battling cancer and then returning to the hospital years later and them not being there. So I just want you to know, Khlo did battle cancer twice more, and it did steal her sight from her right eye, but it didn’t steal her from us. Her FEARLESS heart still beats strong. She still absolutely LOVES you and still has her dance parties to your music. The difference is that now it’s no longer in hospital rooms but in her own. Thank you for being a constant source of happiness for her. I always loved you on my own but the fact that I get to love you through her, is what makes me thankful for you everyday.

so he calls me up and he’s like, “i still love you,” and i’m like… “i’m sorry, the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now.”

Nightbringer

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Baekhyun

Genre: Smut / Pirate!AU

Prompt: “Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

Rating: 18+ (explicit sex)

Word Count: 1,745

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Inspired by @charminglyantiquated ‘s Elsewhere University (@elsewhereuniversity) work….

 People called her a Changeling, and she didn’t argue with them. But they were wrong. She was Blessed. She woke up to flower crowns left in her room, little gifts here and there. She didn’t wear protections and she ignored all the warnings from her fellow pupils.

After her third roommate in two months the university had decided maybe it would be best for Arriane to be on her own. It was just less stressful for everyone if she decided to continue to tempt fate.

What they didn’t know or understand was that she had grown up in Meadow. A village you would find on no maps. A faery village inhabited by humans. Humans who lived alongside the fae with no fear or backlash. It was a peaceful kind of life. The humans were free to do as they wish, and the faeries didn’t treat them like pets, animals, prisoners. People weren’t stolen away for entertainment. They were hired and treat as they should be. It was incredibly civilised and nothing like the system that Elsewhere had formed, but Arriane was still fearless of the fae. They knew she was favoured by others and she was off limits.

In Meadow humans joined the faeries in celebrations, dancing (sometimes naked) through the night. Drinking Faerie wine and eating fae foods with no repercussions. And the fae, the cunning and cruel creatures of Elsewhere nightmares, celebrated the human holidays with them. They particularly loved Christmas, dressing up as Elves and entertaining the younger children.

It was their wish that Arriane attend Elsewhere, of course it was her choice and she was free to attend any university she saw fit. But why would she? Elsewhere was perfect for her.

So she wore the flower crowns they left, and when she visited Meadow during the holidays she brought gifts back for the Elsewhere fae. Little crafted trinkets and uncommon faerie foods and drink. Little bits here and there. Little acts of kindness. She didn’t wear protection. Didn’t carry iron, or salt or anything that would hurt the Faeries. And they didn’t take her.

She wasn’t a Changeling. She was just Blessed. The other students just didn’t understand.

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asoiaf  →  Emilia Fox as Rhaenys Targaryen.

Known as The Queen Who Never Was, Rhaenys had a traditional Targaryen beauty. She was fifty-five years old during the Dance of the Dragons and was still as fierce and fearless as she had been at twenty-two. She wore steel and copper armor which flashed in the sun. When the Dance of the Dragons began, Rhaenys sat on the black council of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. The blacks’ plan was for Rhaenys to fly overhead on Meleys to keep the greens from attacking their ships with dragons. Yet it had been a trap and she’d snatched the bait. Against one, Meleys may have won but she stood little chance against both dragons. They met a thousand feet above the ground and all three beasts went spinning to the earth. From the ashes, only Vhagar rose unharmed. A body believed to be Rhaenys was later found beside the carcass of her dragon, but so blackened no one could be sure it was her.

types of taylor blogs
  • The Sweet and Simple: Just here to enjoy the music and gush about how cool Tay is. Wishes everyone would stop fighting. Tries to ignore drama and usually succeeds.
  • The Bitter Country Fan: Wishes it were still the Taylor Swift/Fearless era, and everyone knows it. Still bought 1989, though.
  • The Actual Stan: Knows a worrying about about Taylor's personal life. May or may not have her address and/or personal belongings and may or may not be selling them on eBay. Everyone's sort of creeped out but follows them anyway for the info.
  • The Matchmaker: Ships Taylor with everyone she's ever interacted with, ever. Just wants Taylor to be happy. Follows all the tabloids that give "updates" for Taylor's "romances," both real and imagined. Burst into tears of joy when Hiddleswift happened. Probably still crying over "Everything Has Changed" and "Enchanted."
  • The Vacationer: Only on Tumblr when Taylor is.
  • The Defense Squad: Will always stick up for Taylor in any drama. Even drama where she's not even involved. Defends Taylor even when Taylor was probably in the wrong. Will fight literally everyone. Usually pretty nice when no drama is happening but let's be real there's always drama happening.
  • The Salt Squad: Ready to drag Taylor at every opportunity. Claims to unstan her for every little offense and then comes back 3 days later. Everyone's used to them by now.
  • The Tired Gay: Makes wlw aesthetic posts for different Taylor songs. Applies "Ours" to every F/F OTP. Ships Kaylor. Lowkey convinced Taylor is bi. Just wants more wlw pop music.
  • The Zen One: Has been here for years. Totally desensitized to drama by now. Continues reblogging gifsets and edits even in the face of crisis. Seemingly indifferent to everything. Sees fans fighting and is just like, "Yep, same shit as always."
  • The Strong, Silent Type: Never posts anything besides gifsets, aesthetic posts and edits. Never comments on drama... or anything else, really. Everyone loves their beautiful graphics, but people are starting to wonder if they're actually human.
  • The Rich Stan: Has seen Taylor in concert 10 times and owns all her merch. They've met her twice and always has new material the day it comes out. No one is sure how they manage this other than assuming they must have cash to burn.
  • The Mom Squad: Welcomes new Swifties to the fandom. Cries over "All Too Well." Tries to stay out of drama but usually fails. Usually on Taylor's side in conflicts, and goes unusually quiet when they're not. People tend to ask for their opinion on drama because they're the "levelheaded" ones in the fandom (even though they're secretly dying inside).

2 weeks of life with Zoe. Things are finally starting to come together. We are about 95% house trained, she goes to the door to ask to go. She will sit, stay, come and lay down on command (most of the time), she LOVES food! She is calming down and becoming a sweet affectionate little bugger. Zak has resigned the fact she is staying and become a good big brother. They love wrestling and he let’s her win. She is fiesty, determined, and still fearless.. ❤ 

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What a Tease Part 3

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2nd gif belongs to Bonniebird (gif source: X )

John x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 

Prompt: You tease John while he is in a meeting.

A/N: I accidentally posted this to my main blog (oops!) so i had to redo the entire post (double oops!). But if you’re reading this it’s finally up so yay! Part two did so well, so I decided to release this earlier than I originally was going to. (Two days after Part 2 instead of a week later!) I’m currently writing part four but based on how long I think part four would be if I tried to end it while including all I want in it I think there will also be a part five but that will most likely be the last part unless I get a lot of people asking for more parts. I have a few ideas for new fics floating around so i might make a vote based thing soon just to give me an idea of what you all would like to see. Okay I’m done rambling. Enjoy and leave me feedback!


John shut the door and stood over leaning against the wall with a still perfect view of you through all of the windows that showed the view of the inside of the betting office. 

“You finally decided to join us, John.” Tommy stated flatly, while taking the longest drag of his cigarette John had ever seen. John just nodded thinking it better to not take a swing at the beehive knowing he would just get stung. His brother seemed upset and he would usually be worried about that but he couldn’t stop thinking about the way you looked up at him. Or the somewhat reserved yet devilish smile you always had while speaking to him. You were untamed yet very held back. Reckless but reserved. Strong but dainty. You were a living contradiction and he loved every ounce of it. 

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anonymous asked:

Another prompt! YAY! I love your writing and I hope you can write the number 3. Thank you 💕

3. “Make me”  Again, thank you for 900+ followers! <3 :) I want to dedicate this drabble to @drchee5e, because you’re an awesome sweetheart and your comments on my writing always make my day. Thank you for being the amazing person you are! <3

Cajole 

Hiccup wasn’t expecting Astrid’s early morning visit the day after they’d returned to Berk. They’d each agreed to give each other some space for their short vacation away from the Edge, so seeing her was a surprise- a delightful surprise- but was none the less unexpected.

“Morning, Astrid.” He greeted with a smile. “Watcha doin’ here?”

“Nothing to do.” She explained, jumping up onto one of the old wooden tables, fiddling with one of the tools. “I was hoping you’d have some ideas- or maybe you’d like to take me on a flight.” She flashed a smile.

Hiccup tucked his notes under one arm, grabbing his arm gauntlets with the other and wrapping them tightly over his wrists, picking up the papers once more and waving them. “You know you’re supposed to be taking it easy- with your ankle and all.”

“Pssh.” Astrid grunted, “like I’m gonna let that slow me down.”

Hiccup sighed in exasperation, “Sometimes…” he muttered under his breath.

“Where’s Toothless?”

“That useless reptile baled on me, believe it or not. Hi-tailed it after Sven’s sheep- apparently they escaped again.”

Astrid chuckled and rocked back against the table, palms flat on the wood and head tilted to one side as she watched him. Hiccup smiled and continued his work, glad for the cool breeze that wafted through the open Forge from time to time. For once, the fires were out and the billows lazy, for Gobber had decided to take the day off and leave the Forge to whatever it was Hiccup needed it for, which it just so happened he had zero plans in the works- or at least, none that were ready. Spending time on a flight with Astrid sounded much much much more appealing then toiling in a sweaty Forge all day. He preferred to do that at night, when the air was near frigid.

“Have you seen the others?”

Astrid nodded nonchalantly, “Oh yes. I spotted the twins annoying your Dad-”

“Well, I’ll be hearing about that one tonight…” Hiccup groaned.

“-Snotlout going through the weapons, and Fishlegs flew off on Meatlug.”

Hiccup paused, turning to look at her suspicilously. “Please tell me you listened and did not go for a morning flight on Stormfly alone…”

She smiled slowly. “Maybe just a little one…”

Hiccup slammed the papers and charcoal onto the table, swinging about to stomp over to where she was seated. “Astrid!”

“I’m sorry!” She exclaimed- not sounding at all regretful, “but Stormfly was practically begging-”

“We all know that dragon loves to sleep in Astrid.”

“-that is besides the point! She wanted a flight… and who am I to deny her?”

Hiccup sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose, silently wondering if she’d ever listen to him. What if one day… when she was pregnant…

Oh gods, brain, shut up. 

…she’d probably never listen to him. He thought forbiddingly.

“Astrid, please…”

She huffed and crossed her arms, biting her lip before looking away, “I’m fine, Hiccup. A little twisted ankle isn’t going to keep me down, you know?”

He remained silent, mulling over this and finding it to be very much true. Ever since the lightning incident, she’d been more insistent. More… stupid wasn’t quite the word, but brash. Even after she’d tumbled off Stormfly and hurt her twisted her ankle badly, she refused help. Not even Hiccup’s. She’d forced herself to walk all the way back to her hut on her own, and only then did she let Hiccup help her bandage it.  

He understood, he really did. He’d felt much the same way after the Red Death, where all everyone wanted to do was help, and he just flat out didn’t want it. He wanted to prove his worth… while he still had the chance. Of course, his father, Toothless, Astrid, and the gang- the whole of Berk- had shown him he didn’t need to prove anything… but how was he going to do that with Astrid? 

She was so dang stubborn.

He moved forward and grabbed her arms gently, turning her to face him. He stared at her seriously, taking a deep breath before saying quietly, “Astrid, I need you to listen.”

“Stop treating me like a child.” She muttered with a deep frown.

“Sorry.” Hiccup said distractedly, “But I need you to hear this, okay?”

“Stop.”

“Make me.” He teased lightly, hoping to lighten her mood. But she instead gave him a sharp look, before looking away and huffing angrily.

“Now… will you please listen?”

Her eyes went downcast, but she didn’t try to move away. Hiccup took that as permission, so once again picked up the pace.

“You don’t need to do this, Ast. You’re injured, and you do not need to act fine-”

“I am a warrior.” She looked up and jerked her chin defiantly. “Warrior’s don’t let anything stop them.”

“And you don’t have to.” Hiccup said, ducking his head so he could look up at her. “You can still be Fearless Astrid Hofferson without hurting yourself further. I should know- I went through the same things you did… remember?”

She looked away, “It’s not the same.” She protested. 

“Yes it is!” he pulled away, kneeling down so he could tap her ankle. “Just because you hurt yourself, does not mean you’re weak! It only means you’re human- which each and every single one of us are. ‘Every warrior must be taken down- just to prove they can get back up again’.” He quoted quietly, fingers brushing over the boot that covered the bandages beneath it. “And you do know you don’t need to prove anything to me, don’t you?”

She shuddered and looked down at him, sliding off the table to hug him fiercely. “What’ve I done to deserve you?” She muffled against his hair.

“Been yourself.” He replied softly. “You’ve been Astrid Hofferson, sweet, kind, loyal, brave, and strong.”

She laughed shakily. “You’re copying me- that’s what I called you.”

“-when I said I was weak. I want you to know, Astrid… you are everything but weak.”

“You copy cat.”

Hiccup grinned, but didn’t pull away. The hug was comfortable and felt right, so he did not wish to disturb the peaceful moment… she was starting to sound like herself again.

“You okay…?”

“Mhm, I am now.” She kissed his cheek. “Somehow… you always know how to fix everything…”

anonymous asked:

Being the biggest garnet fan I've ever met here... Are you satisfied about how her character has been shown in recent seasons? (Don't get me wrong, I love ruby and sapphire and I always will but I feel the personality of garnet is disappearing and it is nothing compared to what she was in the first season And now she only dedicates talk about "fusion this" "fusion that" Is something sad for me because she was my favorite characters and was one of the reasons I endure hiatus after hiatus :(

This got long as shit because I ADORE Garnet of course and have actually a lot to talk about in regards to this!

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