the girls have come so far in just a year

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charmed appreciation week | day 1 ⇒ favourite character: phoebe halliwell

↳ ❝ i am light. i am one too strong to fight. return to dark where shadows dwell. you cannot have this halliwell. go away and leave my sight, and take with you this endless night. ❞

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Okay here it goes,
First off it took some digging to find the first photo but thats me some years ago compared to me now. I just want to say how happy I am that I’ve come so far since coming out. I used to try so hard to fit in with what a girl was “supposed” to be. I tried to embrace my body and accentuate my female aspects but that just made me feel more and more dysphoric. Things have been hard since coming out but I don’t regret it at all. I have a long longggg ways ahead of me with transition but I’m hopeful that I’ll get through it and everything will work out. I couldn’t be more thankful for the people around me who have helped me and supported me through this, this includes my siblings, friends, and so many of you on tumblr.
Im working on bettering myself and being happy & I’m glad I’ve made it this far.

Still 24K

Look at them, just….look at them. When I look at 24K now, I see men who have been through it all. I see how far they have come over the years. It hurts my heart to think of all the pain they’ve been through. Member changes. Injuries. A forced 2 year hiatus. Byungho’s messy leave. The fuckery Jinhong had to deal with about Double A (don’t even get me started on how the ball was dropped on that group). Every comeback, there was a new maknae, it seemed like (remember when this all started and DAEIL was the maknae?! Holy shit, can’t even believe that hardly now!) Everyone’s screaming because of how amazing they look in this new video. They do look amazing, as they always do. But to me, “Still 24K” is a rallying call for these boys who grew into men under a harsh spotlight, one where everyone whispered, “You aren’t good enough,” “You’ve been gone for too long, just disband already,” “Nugu group for life,” “Nobody cares about 24K,” “Adding members won’t help a group that sucks.” 

They heard all this and last year, they came back with new members and a new sound and a new concept and blew everyone away. They might not be the top group, but they have respect now. People see how hard they work, how much they throw themselves into every single promotion, because they want to make their name look good; they want to show their fans who have never wavered in their support that they deserve our adoration. “Still 24K” says, no matter how many members come in or how many take breaks (Daeil hasn’t left, fact check your info before you spread rumors), 24K will always be 24K, the group that never gives up, never ever lets their 24U’s down and never, NEVER backs down.

“Because I know my heart is made of 24K (gold)”

“They know we still 24K”

Request: The Old Lady

Request: Please write an imagine about being old friends with Jax and Opie and finally coming back to Charming and bumping into the club. Also the reader catches the eye of Opie by wearing tight jeans and knee high boots and having a killer attitude. 

I’m sorry, I’m having a hard time with this writer’s block.

Originally posted by assbutt-trumpet

Opie’s POV

Senior year in high school. Opie and Jax had made it so far, but they were more excited about the prospect’s kuttes they just had got. They had been living around SAMCRO since they were babies and people were expecting them to take their places at the table. Girls at school seemed to be excited to, glancing and giggling at the two new bikers in town. However, one of them couldn’t care less about the leather and patches. Their best friend, Y/N, was barely talking to them, so Jax decided to ask her what was going on.

“Man, she must be pissed off”, Opie grunted as they walked in the library, a place where they could always find Y/N, “A good girl like her doesn’t want to walk with bikers, soon to be criminals”

“Bullshit!”, Jax hissed, looking through the bookshelves, “She know us since forever! Y/N knows who we are, what our old men do and she still is our best friend”

“Maybe she found out you’ve always wanted to get in her pants”, Opie shrugged and Jax smacked the back of his neck.

“Are you sure I am the one trying to do that Winston?”, his best friend raised an eyebrow as Opie blushed. Y/N was beautiful, a sweet girl and that’s exactly why they would never work together. Club wasn’t a place for her and Opie was determined to do good as a prospect.

They found Y/N in an isolated place on the library, a book on her lap. However, she didn’t have her nose buried in it, she was looking at the sky through the window close to her, lost in her own mind. She jumped when they sat in front of her. Opie watched Y/N closely and noticed her eyes were red, she had been crying.

“Hello”, Jax smirked, cocky as always, “Can we talk Y/N?”

“About what?”, she creased her brow, carefully looking at the boys.

“Did we do something wrong?”, his friend blurted, as Opie continued to study Y/N’s expression, “You haven’t been talking with us lately. Actually, you seem to be hiding from us”

Y/N’s eyes widened for a second before she sigh and look down. Opie looked at Jax, who shrugged and reached for her hand. Y/N pulled it back, straightening on her chair.

“I’m leaving Charming”, she blurted, “My parents are getting divorced. Dad cheated and mom is moving to another town, I’m going with her”

“Y/N…We…”, for the first time Opie saw Jax Teller speechless, “Is there anything we can do?”

“Nothing”, Y/N whispered and gathered her things, “It was nice to meet you guys”

She was devastated, Opie could see, but he knew there was nothing he could do to make it better. He could hug her and tell he liked her, but it would be worse. She was leaving Charming and he would be a Son, they couldn’t be farther from each other than this.

Years later…

They had got the patches after one year as prospects, and now, years later, Opie knew his best friend was going to be SAMCRO’s vice president. His father was tired, getting sick and didn’t want to be in the place anymore. Opie was proud of Jax and ready to be his right hand. The club had always been his life, though Opie always had wanted a family too. Girls had always been around, but none of them was special enough. He still was looking for the one and only.

It was early in the morning and Opie was outside the clubhouse, smoking, before go to work on TM. Gemma’s car entered the parking and she walked towards him, instead of going to her office.

“Do you remember Y/N Y/L/N?”, Gemma asked. Opie froze, his hand stopping half way to his mouth. He hadn’t heard that name in years.

“Yeah”, he swallowed, blinking, “She was our friend, me and Jax. What about her?”

“Nothing”, she shrugged, not looking or sounding convincing, “He father just died and I was wondering if you guys remembered her, you used to be so close”

“She moved from Charming years ago Gem”, Opie bit his lip, “We haven’t talked with or about her since then”

“Yeah, right”, she waved, pursing her lips, “Well, I’m going to work. See you sweetheart”

Gemma walked to her office and Opie finished his cigarette, his mind wandering back to Y/N. He still remembered her, the sweet smile, kindness, cleverness and beauty. Y/N had been his crush in high school, that girl he never had the courage to ask out on a date, but always had imagined how it would be. The circumstances that made her leave Charming were sad and how she just stopped talking to him and Jax was even worse; maybe they could have convinced her to stay and finish high school with them, supported their friend.

He heard a bike and soon Jax was parking his Harley, hopping out of it and walking towards Opie. “Did you hear?”, his friend blurted, sitting by Opie’s side at the picnic table.

“About Y/N’s father?”, he glanced at Jax, “Your mother just told me”

“Man, I swear it took me a while to remember her”, Jax admitted and then, looked at his brother, “Do you think she will come to the funeral?”

“It’s her father Jax”, Opie got up, intending to start working, “I think she will”

—————

Funeral would be in the next day’s afternoon. Opie and Jax drove to the cemetery and watched it from afar. They knew many people there, but no sign of Y/N. When they got back at TM, their brothers were gather at the garage doors, around a Harley.

“What’s so special about this Harley guys?”, Jax scoffed as they got closer.

“Not the bike lads”, Chibs smirked, “But its owner”

“Here she comes”, Tig grinned before they could ask who owned the bike. Opie turned around to see who was coming and saw a woman leaving Gemma’s office. She was wearing tight jeans that embraced her body perfectly and knee high leather boots. She looked like a biker’s old lady and Chibs was right, a girl riding a Harley wasn’t something you see everyday.

“I was wondering when I would see you guys”, the woman smirked, taking off her sunglasses, “Hello Winston…Teller”

“Y/N!?”, Jax exclaimed, but Opie couldn’t see his expression, all he had in mind was Y/N. She definitely had changed.

“Don’t be so surprised Teller”, she laughed and turned to Chibs, “I already signed the papers. When my bike will be ready?”

“I’ll start working on it”, the Scotsman answered, “As soon as possible lass”

“Great”, Y/N smiled, “Gemma has my number. Call me when it’s ready”

She looked at Jax and Opie again and walked away as they followed her. Opie still couldn’t speak, it was a great surprise to see her again and how different she was, nothing like the quiet girl he had met at school.

“I’m sorry about your father Y/N”, Jax spoke first and she gave him a weak smile, nodding her head, “We just got back from the funeral, we thought you would be there”

“Yes, I intended to”, Y/N sighed, playing with the sunglasses on her hands, “Our relationship wasn’t good, but he was my father. Well, I had some troubles on the road and I was almost at Charming when my bike practically died. Lucky me I still had TM number on my phone”

“How long are you staying?”, Opie blurted, making both, Jax and Y/N look at him. Her eyes softened for a moment and then she smirked.

“I don’t know Winston”, Y/N shrugged, “I’ll visit my father’s grave and someone will read the testament next week, maybe. I got time, since I don’t have a job, not anymore… Anyway… Good to see you boys, I have to go now”

“Wait!”, Opie called when she turned her back on them, “I can give you a ride”

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She accepted his offer, hopping onto his bike and holding him as they rode through town. He was surprised when she said her father’s address, but it made sense; she had a house there, no reason to spend money staying in a hotel.

“Thank you Winston”, she handed the helmet back to him, smoothing her hair down, then she smiled, “It was a nice ride”

“You’re welcome”, Opie looked at her, Y/N’s eyebrow raised as she stood still under his gaze, “Your father’s business will be yours now, right? You could stay in Charming, since you don’t have a job anymore”. He didn’t know what he was thinking, he was rambling, her presence messing with his senses, “I mean…It’s just something that occurred to me, while…”

“I don’t know Opie”, Y/N rested her hand over the handlebars, using his name for the first time. She leaned closer, licking her lips, “Is there something else that Charming could offer me?”, All he could do was stare at her lips. Y/N grinned and straightened, winking at him, “Thanks for the ride Winston. See you around”

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Y/N’s bike needed new pieces, fix it took longer than what Chibs had imagined. She had stopped by TM to see the progress on her Harley and stayed for a drink at the clubhouse. Tig and Chibs were trying to tell a joke when Opie walked in, something about two nuns and a bar.

“Hey Winston!”, Y/N cheered when she saw him. She looked tipsy, “Come here, have a beer!”

“No, thanks”, he said and sat close to her, who asked Chibs another beer. Opie watched as Y/N continue to drink; he wouldn’t let her go home alone. Luckily, one more beer and she stopped, “I’ll take you home”

“I can get home by myself Winston”, she protested, walking outside the clubhouse.

“No, you can’t”, Opie grunted and grabbed her arm. Y/N pulled it back, sobering up and glaring at him.

“You’re not my father Winston!”, Y/N raised her voice and tripped a little on her boots, “He is DEAD!”

“I’m just trying to keep you safe!”, he got closer to her, holding her arms. Y/N tilted her head back to look at him, grimacing.

“Why do you care Winston?”, she narrowed her eyes, “You never did it before. You were too busy enjoying your new kutte and pretty girls jumping on you, while I was breaking into a million pieces! I needed you, but you never looked at me! I liked you Opie! Damn it, I was in love with you!”

“Y/N…”, Opie tried to hold her as Y/N got rid of his grip, walking to the gate.

“Don’t worry about me Winston”, Y/N said over her shoulder, “I’ll leave Charming before you notice”

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Opie helpless watched as Y/N left the clubhouse, finding a cab on the street to take her home. He tried to find her the next day, but he couldn’t. Her bike was ready, so he decided to wait for her to show up. He was back from some errands and noticed the Harley outside TM, but Y/N wasn’t around.

“She’s inside”, Gemma was at her office’s door frame, smoking. Opie looked from her to the clubhouse and marched towards there. Y/N was having coffee while the prospect cleaned the bar. She looked at him and put the cup over the counter.

“Thanks for the coffee”, Y/N smiled at the prospect and grabbed her purse. Opie blocked her from leaving, making Y/N sigh, “What do you want Winston?”

“Are you okay?”, he asked.

“Yeah, I am”, she answered and they stared at each other for a moment. Y/N blushed and cleared her throat, “Sorry about the other night. I was drunk, shouldn’t have yelled at you. It’s not your fault”

“It’s okay”, Opie mumbled, not quite sure about what to say. He was feeling like he was in high school again, nervous in front of the girl he liked.

“Okay then”, Y/N took a deep breath, gave him a weak smile and passed him, walking to the door, “Bye Winston”

“I liked you”, he blurted, making her stop on the way out, her back turned to him, “I fell for you, but I was too shy to tell you, and scared. You wouldn’t want a biker, you didn’t belong to this place and the club was my life. I also didn’t want to lose my best friend”

Opie waited as Y/N stayed on her place, looking down. She finally broke the silence with a laugh, “Good we were so stupid”. She leaned against the wall, running her fingers through her hair.

“Yes, we were”, he agreed and walked towards her. Y/N bit her lip, looking up at him, “Are you staying in Charming?”

“I don’t know Winston”, she shrugged and then the smirk was back on her face, “Why do you care?”

“I care about you”, he admitted, “I’ve been alone all this time and now I think that, maybe, I had been waiting for you to come back”

“I’ve changed a lot Winston”, Y/N stood on tiptoes, her face close to his.

“I know”, Opie whispered as he put a hand on her waist, gently pulling Y/N closer, “But at the same time, you’re still the same Y/N I fell in love in high school”

“No Winston”, she smiled, cupping the back of his neck, “I wasn’t ready back then, but now I am”

“Ready for what?”, he asked, watching Y/N lick her lips.

“To be your old lady”, she whispered and pulled him for a kiss. It was even better than what he always had imagined. Opie lifted her and Y/N wrapped her legs around him, smiling. His old lady was finally back to where she belonged.

singinginthecar  asked:

Ebonyyyy! How's your day so far? Did you take your meds today? Just checking up on you, lovely!! Even if you haven't been having a nice day, I hope you find something to cheer you up! Sending you tons of love from India <3

thank you for being so endlessly kind keshika, i have had a good day sweet girl!! with my nerve pain, painkillers have been a part of my routine for a few years now, so i definitely have taken them! hope you’re having a wonderful day too, sending hugs your way and a ton of happiness xx

Westminster

My thoughts go to those affected by this tragic event, as a girl who lives in England, it does come as a shock to us, after all you want your country to be safe. Right now I’m watching the report and Scotland Yard have just finished speaking. This world can be so cruel, many of your remember the Brussels attack, which was last year today. People have lost their loved ones today, they will be given the news and it will break them, my thoughts go to all of you who are with me here in the UK 🇬🇧 no matter how near or far. I do hope we don’t lose anymore people today.
R.I.P those who have been lost. Our thoughts are with their families in this time of grieving 😓🙏🏽

Boy names...

So far we aren’t getting it. We’ve had a girl name picked out for like 3 years, Olivia Grace. But when it comes to a boy name we just can’t. We want the middle name to be Alan after my older brother who passed away when I was 16 but that’s all we’ve got. Eli is one we have kind of thought was okay, LJ likes Leland, Easton was alright. We just can’t find one that feels right.

I’m hoping that means it’s a girl because I’m going to feel so bad if we can’t figure this out!

Jonathan seems like the type of person who’d keep tabs on the students he saw potential in. Like, the students that stood out in his classes.

He feels a small sense of glee when he sees that the students he taught have succeeded in various fields of work, ranging from CEO to psychologists. If they’re holding a lecture in the area, he’ll often disguise himself and attend it. He can’t help but feel his ego swell a bit if he hears them talk about something he remembers teaching them.  He never goes up to talk to them after, but it still warms his heart to see they’ve come so far from the classroom.

Sometimes, though, he’ll find that the students he remembers so clearly have met less than fortunate fates. Often, he’s had to attend more funerals of students than lectures. Living in Gotham tends to bring that kind of life. The worse memory was attending the funeral of a girl who, just a year after graduating, was killed during a robbery. He’s never cried at a wake, but he found himself getting quite close at hers.

Whenever these incidents happen, he’ll try his best to be subtle. He’ll dress in a plain black suit, rent a car, and attend the wake.  He won’t talk to anyone, other than to give condolences to the family, and on occasion he’ll leave flowers, often on the grave rather than at the wake.  He thinks on how it’s such a pity that such brilliant minds were cut so short.

Other rogues, such as Edward (who he’s constantly with), will ask him ‘What’s the occasion?” if they see him dressed in a suit. “Business.” was his default reply.

He didn’t want to seem weaker in their eyes.

He keeps tabs on those that stood out, but sometimes the results are not what he hoped for.

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Happy Transgender Day Of Visibility everyone! Me and Sophie decided to post a few photos together, as if it wasn’t for each other we probably wouldn’t have come as far as we have. This girl has been such a good friend to me over the past 3 years and now is a fantastic girlfriend (of almost one year!) 

We both know just how hard it is to be transgender, we know the struggles and how much strength it takes to get through. It’s so great to see so much love and positivity flowing through our community today. We need to remind ourselves of just how strong we are as people and how far we have come. We transition and do everything else that is expected of us (holding down jobs, paying bills etc). Trans people are such strong, brave and beautiful people. Let’s continue to celebrate our diversity, beauty and willpower! 

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So I started this blog a bit over two years ago and its main purpose was always to catalogue my transition. I wanted a chronological record and I knew I’d never keep a diary or organize my photos without a structured venue like this. One of my first photos was taken on the day I started HRT so I’d be able to see my progress in the boob area. I remember being a little anxious about whether it was appropriate or not and really I was probably just a little ashamed of my body. It’s been quite the two years and I’ve come to love my body so much more than I ever have. The girls did a good job getting this far and tomorrow I’m giving them a little helping hand. Thank you science. This is a moment that I’ve been looking forward to and working hard for for a very long time. I’ve stayed in jobs I hated in order to reach this goal and I’m glad I stuck it out. Transition is hard, no denying that, but staying goal oriented makes the time go by surprisingly fast.

Stick with it all you trans boys and girls! Saying “it’s worth it” is the biggest understatement ever spoken. There is no other way, no other choice. Live your life and great things will come out of the struggle.

I love me some gotdamn Black girls.

Watching Beverly Bond’s Black Girls Rock last week let me know that I need to develop a specific style. In all of the ways that word applies. In doing so, I’ll allow myself to be seen in a way that flatters myself and others. The show aired nights ago and it was a literal parade of stylish activity. Most of the women, like Brooklyn’s Mott Hall Bridges Academy principal, Nadia Lopez, have gotten here through the power of will. But others, like 10-year-old entrepreneur, Gabrielle Jordan, come with innocent ambition. My time so far has been used to create another platform for them to shine. Now we must consider what their excellence shows the millions of other Black girls, whose possibilities are just as great.

Representation validates us; it inspires, and changes. Bond says the phrase she coined is “a critical and necessary affirmation.” Her use of the word ‘critical’ is important here for two reasons. I believe she means critical as a synonym for necessary, but it is even further defined as a partner to analysis, or being of the utmost importance. Black women’s visibility is critical to many of our self-esteem and belief in our own potential.  Black Girls Rock’s diverse celebrants, performers, and staff, are the perfect place for Black women to look to see the greatest versions of ourselves. But not in the sense that they are above us. Black Girls Rock is a welcoming experience for all Black girls to find, and celebrate, our unique styles.

Honoree, and decorated filmmaker, Ava Duvernay’s style is simultaneously bold and understated. She speaks with certainty, dresses in mighty colors, but moves about with a confident ease. Her signature, “Onward!,” speaks to her philosophy plainly; another nod to her simplistic yet powerful vision.

Living legend, Cicely Tyson, opened her speech similarly saying, “One day at a time, sweet Jesus.” Her statement is surely informed by her status as an elder in the community. Wisdom in seven words or less.

Faith Evans, R&B singer and Grammy-award winning artist, gave a minimal performance that still managed to fill up the room. J.Cole’s soulful “Be Free” was the song choice, but Evans laced her rendition with womanly grit.

Every Black girl in attendance graced the room with her own merited style. From First Lady Michelle Obama’s commanding elegance, to the simple joy displayed by those who were just there to enjoy the night.

Black Girls Rock.