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anonymous asked:

Ignis, I hope you are well and currently able to relax and just take a moment for yourself. I'm just sitting here having a cuppa ebony trying to calm down after a rather taxing ordeal. I couldn't help but think of you as you are always a great source of comfort wheather you realize it or not. I'd just like to thank you for been you and being wonderful. I truly cherish you and hope one day I can be more like you.

Your words really touched me and I truly hope things get better for you. May I join you? I’ll bring a few pastries and you can talk to your heart’s content.

Originally posted by lacroixamelie

Role play blogs aren’t just about clique’s and it shouldn’t be about who you’ve known the longest either. Well it should be but also- there are a lot of shy cinnamon rolls out there waiting for you. But they don’t know that you can vibe with them right off the bat if they’d only send in a meme or a starter or something!

So reblog if you’re the type of blog that is open to NEW friendships even if you are already connected to old ones. New friendships mean new experiences and more people to talk about your muse’s together. This is a clique free blog despite the people who love sending me in asks and there’s much love for them but I’ve also got love waiting for you if only you’d send that one message.

1. Detach yourself from people that only exists when they need something from you. From people who only calls you a “friend” when they have favors and leave you behind afterwards. Remove toxic people in your life, they will become a hindrance to you.
2. Life will have less drama if you keep your circle small. You don’t have to be friends with anyone. Pick people who will influence you. Pick the people who share the same interests and radiate the positivity that you have.
3. Never trust your stories to anyone. Never.
4. Let them talk all day about you because whatever you do, people will have something to say about you. Don’t mind people who talk behind your back, there’s always a reason why they are behind you. And it’s because you are ahead of them so keep on walking and achieving your dreams.
5. If you can’t change your situation, change the way you think. Everything comes from our mind. Every decision, emotion and effort. So in order to change your mood, change your perspective. Happiness is a choice, it doesn’t come from other people because it comes within you.
—  E.J. Cenita, 5 Lessons I’ve Learned From Life
What your favourite Italian author in high school says about you
  • Dante Alighieri: you got beef with like 900% of the people you know and won't stop talking about your crush. it's creepy. please stop.
  • Francesco Petrarca: you use the too good for this world too pure meme a tad too much.
  • Giovanni Boccaccio: you probably laugh out loud watching cinepanettoni but won't admit it
  • Nicolò Macchiavelli: egalitarian; anti-sjw; anti-feminism; #AllLivesMatter
  • Torquato Tasso: you think vergil's aeneid is way better than homer's iliad + odyssey. you're wrong.
  • Ludovico Ariosto: self-righteous ass
  • Alessandro Manzoni: just as self-righteous but with a pinch of #mainagioja
  • Ugo Foscolo: sideburn fetish
  • Giacomo Leopardi: i really hope therapy worked for you
  • Giovanni Verga: who the fuck am i kidding no one likes giovanni verga
  • Giovanni Pascoli: you wanna fuck your sister
  • Gabriele D'Annunzio: fuckboi
  • Luigi Pirandello: existential crisis 24/7
  • Giosuè Carducci: damn giosuè back at it again with the self-righteousness
  • Italo Svevo: just stop smoking already
  • Giuseppe Ungaretti: basic bitch
  • Eugenio Montale: you thought Leopardi was going to be your all-time fave but damn boy them cavallo stramazzato feels
hesitant alien asks
  • The Bureau: what's your dream job? and if you currently have a job, do you enjoy it?
  • Action Cat: talk about your crush, s.o. or a past relationship that you look back on with some fondness.
  • No Shows: what is a total relationship deal-breaker? platonic or romantic.
  • Brother: is there anyone who you would do anything for?
  • Millions: what would be the first thing you'd do if you won the lottery?
  • Zero Zero: what's one subject in school you absolutely despise? why?
  • Juarez: what are some of your favourite local spots to hang out in? it could be a shop, a restaurant, a park, anything!
  • Drugstore Perfume: what's one smell that brings back pleasant memories or generally just makes you feel good?
  • Get The Gang Together: who are some of your favourite mutuals?
  • How It's Going To Be: do you prefer cities or rural areas?
  • Maya the Psychic: what's one weird yet impressive quirk/superpower that you have?
  • Pinkish: talk about the strangest or most vivid dream you've ever had.
  • Don't Try: what's something you've had to give up for the sake of your well being?
  • Television All The Time: what's something really important that you've forgotten?

@ the anon in my inbox i’m always a slut for nobody in general giving a shit about whatever stiles’ special interest of the month is and he starts talking to derek about it and then realizes at some point that derek’s watching him, and it almost seems like he’s listening?????????????????? which can’t be right stiles must have fucked up somehow so he derails mid sentence into “oh jeez, what. what!!!!!!!”

and derek’s all “what? what what? you were talking, what’s your problem. tell me what happened next on divorce court”

like derek doesn’t give a shit but also he does. he’s into stiles’ mouth just like all the things it could do and all the stupid shit that comes out of it

and stiles is still short circuiting nobody’s ever told him keep going before it doesn’t compute. derek listens to him. he can’t tell if this is feelings or novelty

spoilers it’s both

anyway they stay up for a rly long time having a legit conversation like an actual honest to god conversation. about divorce court. that’s all stop looking at me

god, all this talk about the SW fandom has me so appreciative of ppl who write for MCU: @permashift @808s-and-d1sco-face @sweet-coffee-jelly @zamnwilson @unclesteeb @softsams @starfudge @nerdbbks @afro-elf @imafuckingreverseracist @amariemelody @everyone else whose a black author that writes about Sam: y'all the real ones

Originally posted by vh1

What if the lions are addictive? 

But like really. It starts off warm and welcoming, like nothing else in the world, you love your lion, and the longer you pilot, the deeper you sink, the closer you bond, the more of yourself you give, the more of your lion you internalize, until what was you becomes, 24 hrs a day, the walking, talking vessel of your Lion’s Will, possessed and obsessed with the Lion, the exact same way the Lion carries you into firefights. You’re one single unit, and things are right in the universe.

Until a day comes when you fuck it all up, and the Lion decides he’s done with you and uproots right out of your head. You’re tossed like something rancid, and when you confront the prospect of an eternity with this emptiness, it’s enough to make you–

Originally posted by heero-yuy

… Just a thought?

Something Mended

Peter Parker x reader

A Sequel to Something Broken, Followed by Something Rare 

Originally posted by v-writings

It was actually quite easy to avoid Peter Parker in his own home. You had a feeling it had something to do with the amount of earthquakes striking the city. That on top of the already climbing rates of crime created a full schedule for him. 

When you felt up to going to school, you didn’t walk there with Peter. Though you generally spent your time at the hospital, talking with your mom’s doctors and going over her condition. 

You went to the hospital with May on a Tuesday morning, only to find your mother without one of her main doctors. 

“Where is Doctor Strange?” May asked Christine Palmer. 

Palmer hesitated. “He…there was an accident, last night, he’s actually checked in here as a patient.”

“So, what does this mean?” you asked. You didn’t know how you felt about someone other than Stephen Strange doing surgeries on your mother; as arrogant as the man is, he certainly had every reason to be. He was practically a medical god. 

“Well, it’s been specifically requested that I be your mother’s main doctor,” Palmer said hesitantly, as if she were waiting for you to lash out.

Instead, you nodded. “Alright.”

You trusted Christine Palmer as much as you trusted Strange. 

“Honey,” May said gently as you two drove back. “I know this past first month of school hasn’t been easy. And Peter won’t even tell me what’s going on between you guys. And don’t worry, I’m not going to ask. But…I just think maybe it would be a good idea for you to drop out of school for the meanwhile.”

You shot May a look of disbelief. “I can’t do that!” you cried, making the taxi man jump. “Sorry,” you mumbled to him. 

“[Y/n], I’m not saying that you have to. I just think it would be a good idea. I spoke with some counselors at your school and they’re more than willing to help you with whatever you want to do. I just thought maybe if you didn’t have school to think about, everything would be easier to handle.”

You gave May a soft smile. “As…as happy I am to hear that you’re willing to help me out, I think it would make everything worse if I stopped school completely. You know what I mean?”

May smiled back. “I understand, sweetie.”

“How’s her mom?” Peter asked May that evening. “Maybe you should ask [Y/n] herself,” May offered. 

Peter sighed. “I can’t do that.”

“And why?”

“Because we-well, she’s probably really mad at me. Even I’m mad at me.”

May put a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Then you should forgive yourself, swallow your pride, and talk to her.”

Maybe she was right, Peter thought as he found himself standing by your door. Maybe…

He knocked. 

You opened it and frowned. “What?” 

Peter bounced on the heels of his feet, looking down at you. “I-hi.”

“…Hi,” you said cautiously. 

“I just wanted to, er, see how you were doing.”

“I’m doing fine.”

“How’s your mom?”

“She’s…she’s okay, right now,” you muttered. “Alright, that’s good.”

You went to close the door in his face but Peter slid into the room. “[Y/n], we seriously have to talk.”

“What’s there to talk about?” you asked, tilting your head. “We have nothing to talk about at all.”

“Yes, we do,” he said desperately. “I-I am so, so, sorry,” he explained. “I hate myself for being such an ass and I wasn’t even there for you when the accident happened. [Y/n], you are my best friend. I mean, you were,” he corrected himself, running a hand through his floppy brown hair. 

You sat down on the bed, crossing your legs and looking at him expectantly. “What?” he asked after a moment. “I’m waiting for you to be done,” you replied flatly. 

Peter hesitantly sat down beside you. “I’m done,” he told you. “Good. Because there’s something that I have to say. You are such an idiot.” Peter raised his eyebrows. “You’re insane. You’re irrational and stubborn. I can’t stand that way you’re so freakin’ protective over me without even trying to be! I mean geez, you didn’t talk to me for a thousand years over one stupid little fight! You’re stubborn, Peter Parker. You’re absolutely crazy and yet I am still in love with you.”

Peter’s breath hitched. “I, uh-I-wait, what?”

“I said that I am in love with you,” you repeated. Your eyes were locked intently on his. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve been sure all this time.”

Peter took several breaths. “Why aren’t you freaking out and I am?!” he suddenly exclaimed. You shrugged. “I don’t know, because you’re the one that freaks out most of the time, not me.”

“You freak out all the time,” Peter argued. 

“I only freak out because you freak out and it freaks me out,” you counter, standing up now and pointing at him accusingly. 

Peter stood up also. “I can’t believe you,” he exclaimed again. You furrowed your eyebrows together. “What, why?”

“Because you are saying you’ve been in love with me this entire time and you never said anything,” he said angrily. “I’ve been sitting there, pining and pining after you, thinking you only saw me as a friend! And this whole time you’ve been lying to me.”

Your jaw dropped. “Are you saying,” you hissed through gritted teeth, “that you’ve been in love with me and you never told me?”

Peter can’t do anything but nod wildly. 

“Peter Parker!” you yell, suddenly punching his arms. “You’re such an idiot!” you repeated. “Stop hitting me,” Peter whispered loud enough for you to hear. 

“Why should I?”

“So I can kiss you!” 

Peter took your face in his hands and kissed you fiercely. It had all happened so quick that you were caught off guard. The only thing you could focus on was the intoxicating scent of him. 

He smelled like fresh air and books and mint all at the same time and you tasted it on your tongue as you kissed. His arms wrapped around your waist while your hands gripped his shoulders. You feared if you let go then you would fall. 

“Are we friends again?” Peter asked when you both pulled away. “God, I hope so,” you replied.

It was refreshing, in a sense. How, you weren’t sure. It felt refreshing but it also didn’t. 

If that made sense?

For one thing, you and Peter were friends again. Good friends. Such good friends you called each other “boyfriend” and “girlfriend.”

On the other hand, your mother remained in her deep coma. 

You sat beside her bed, holding her hand a few days later. “It’s so weird,” Peter muttered. 

“What’s that?”

“She doesn’t look hurt at all. But…”

You smiled sadly. “I know. I think that all the time.”

It was dipping into the second month of your junior year, the second and a half of your mother’s condition. It neither worsened nor improved. Your gut told you that might be more bad than good. 

“Come on,” you suddenly said, standing up and wiping her tear stained cheeks. “Are you ready to leave?” Peter asked cautiously. You nodded, giving him an assuring smile. “Yeah. We need our rest too.”

He led you out of the hospital, holding your hand as you walked back home. 

“So,” he whistled. “It’s October.”

You chuckled. “Yes, it is.”

“Homecoming is pretty soon. This Friday, right?” 

“That sounds right,” you said. “Do you want to go?” he asked. You bit your lip as you thought. “I’m not sure,” you said sadly. “I kinda made plans with my best friend. We told each other we would be each other’s dates to every high school dance so…”

“Ah, who did you promise that to?”

“Some dork named Peter Parker.”

The entire city had finally begun to calm down. The number of earthquakes dwindled over the week until there were none at all. It was a big accomplishment apparently. 

That was the main reason May felt comfortable with letting you both to go out Friday night. 

“Aw, you two are so cute,” she gushed, taking pictures with her phone. “Hey, you guys should kiss for one picture.”

Peter laughed, though there wasn’t much humour in it. “Alright, May, I think we’re done.”

You chuckle, hiding your red cheeks behind our curly hair. “Ahhh, alright, alright,” May said, wiping her eyes. “I promised myself that I wasn’t going to cry!”

You and Peter comforted her as you gradually slipped out the door. 

“I can’t help it,” you sighed as you waited for a cab to show up. “I’m really worried.” Peter shook his head. “Don’t be worried, I’m positive that nothing will happen.”

You gave him a look. “If you’re positive why did you wear the suit under your tux.” Peter wrinkled his nose as he thought. “Well, uh, you see usually I would answer you, but I think kissing you will be better.”

You nod. “I agree.”

He grinned at you before taking your hands in his and then touching lips. It was something you could never get used to. 

His lips were so soft looking that no one could have ever guessed how passionately he could kiss. 

Your eyes opened when your phone rang in your purse. You groaned in annoyance and pulled away. “Don’t,” Peter sighed, nuzzling his face in your neck. 

“Peter, stop,” you giggled as he kissed along your neck. “H-hello?” you said, trying not to laugh as you Peter continued to tease you. 

“Oh, hi Doctor Palmer,” you said slowly. Peter ceased, straightening up. 

“What? Wait, wait, slow down!” you exclaimed. Peter’s throat grew thick with anxiety. The worst possible scenario was playing in his mind. 

“Alright,” you said, “we’re coming, just do everything you can to help her!” You abruptly hung up and shoved the phone back into your purse. “My mom is awake!” 


  • Someone: [casual talk] so.. what's your favourite colours? Mines green and red !
  • Me: oh you know.. blue..yellow...
  • Me: *whispers* Serenity and Rose Quartz
I hate it when you talk about your ex. He’s the outfit that’ll never come for you to wear again. Now the black and white quotes you have saved will turn into pictures of us jumping fences. We’ll laugh until we can’t breathe and we’ll come late to class again because we got caught up in talking about things that will never happen. We’ll go to conversations about when we me trouble and shook her hand just to never smile at her again. Or about people who never talked but just listened. You’ll stop talking about him because he won’t be the answer to every problem or the topic of every thing you’ve ever known. He’ll be the ouftit you loved wearing but never came back in for you to wear again.

Labels exist because some people find them useful as words to describe a shared experience. They are not required for your experience to be valid. If you don’t find them useful, that’s okay. If you like only broad labels, that’s also okay. If you like researching or thinking up ever more specific labels to talk about your experiences, that’s okay too.

No label is going to perfectly capture your complex and unique experiences. However specific you get, labels only describe categories of experiences, not the experiences themselves.

And that’s expected! Labels can be useful to find people who have broadly similar experiences, but no one’s experiences are going to perfectly mirror your own, because everyone’s lives are complex and unique.

It’s normal that when another bi person says “bisexual” it means a totally different set of experiences than what I’m referencing when I say “bisexual”. We lead different lives. We choose that label because each of us finds it a useful way to communicate something about our experiences.

Choosing labels, or whether to label yourself at all, is about what you find useful. If it is useful to label your gender or orientation in a certain way, if it helps you conceptualise it or find others with similar experiences, label away! If you don’t find it useful, it’s valid to skip the label altogether.

Labels are a tool for communication about an existing thing. They are not the thing itself. Your gender and orientation exist already and are valid regardless of labels.

ok so i’m not seeing the actual shitshow on my dash rn, i’m just seeing all the posts about it, and this is something i’ve been meaning to touch on but never really got around to but here it is: it is impossible to be racist against white people. if you prioritize white feelings over actual problems people of color face every day and think jokes about “white people things” is on the same level as police brutality against bpoc or racial slurs, please just…. take a step back, listen to poc, do some googling, read, unfollow me, whatever. i don’t have the patience to deal with this.


hey pals! there’s not much i can say because i’m really bad at doing these introduction type stuff but i’ve come to appreciate a lot of people, places and things in my life this past year. this is just one way i can show my gratitude toward you guys because even if some of us don’t talk, it’s your presence and overall being just makes me so happy. if you wanna be friends, pls mssg me because i love friends but i’m also shy.

special shoutout to @doverpt. anna made this little graphic above and is just the sweetest flower blossom angel gem that anyone could ever ask for! thank you so much. forever #blessed.


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