the invisible man in the sky

helly-watermelonsmellinfellon  asked:

Hi! You don't have to do this any time soon or anything, but I wanted to ask if you could gather a collection of all the fics written for @beanpots' Day & Night AU? I was reading over mine and contemplating adding more to it, when I realized I hadn't read any of the other fics inspired for it. And now I'm curious to see the other fics. Thanks for all the work you do! <3

This is one of my favourite AUs!! Much love to @beanpots who created the original AU that started it all which you can find here

(The wonderful art was created by @vulpes–vulpes and you can find the original post here! Permission was granted by the artist, please do not repost!)

Day and Night AU

of dusk and dawn and a love beyond by exile_wrath, Gen, 5.5k
The King of Day, Victor, drops flowers to the Ruler of Night, Yuuri, to express his love for him; yet, they are always returned, as Yuuri thinks that they’re dropped by mistake. Victor cries and plucks wishes off the petals every time, remembering the time when once, they had been together. SO GOOD I LOVE THIS

Carpe Diem, Carpe Noctem by Libika, Gen, 3.2k
Yet he couldn’t help but let his mind wander and think about this beautiful man in a glistening gown, with hundreds of stars shining brightly on it. The way his eyes shined – as they were made of thousands of stars themselves – when he was thinking about something. The Sky court was bathed in sunlight, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit melancholic. Very sweet!

When the Sun Met the Moon by Birdieee, Not Rated, 5.4k
The rulers of the two kingdoms are as distant as the stars themselves, yet the invisible thread of fate binds them together. What happens when the sun and the moon fall in love? Lovely Day and Night AU!

A Lunar Eclipse to Remember by Phoenix_Rising719, Gen, 7.5k
The King of Night, Yuuri Katsuki, is doing his best to keep it together and host a Lunar Eclipse Gala on his own. But that only works so well with out poor anxiety ridden child. But that’s nothing a little liquid courage can’t fix, right? Such a great fic!

Dusk & Dawn by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Mature, 3.5k
Victor was the King of Day. Dawn incarnate. Yuuri was the King of Night. Dusk incarnate. Dawn and Dusk come together twice every day, to exchange duties. They are eternal, existing in a romance as old as time itself. And the celestial bodies of their universe forever turn because of their power and love. I LOVE this!

The Eclipse of Roses by OrionHunts, Gen, 2k 
Victor is the king of daytime, better known as Day, and is crushing on his neighboring king, Night. After sending countless flowers Yuuri’s way, it finally takes Night’s dear friend Dusk (Phichit) to give the two of them the final push into falling in love. Phichit is the best matchmaker tbh

Sky of Endless Love by CagedBirdSings, Gen, 3.2k (WIP)
In a Realm far above the Earth, the King of Day leaves behind roses of vivid red - all in the hopes of having his feelings reach the King of Night. Meanwhile, Yuuri wonders why Victor keeps dropping his roses. SO FREAKIN CUTE

Stardust by Iki_victuri, Not Rated, 5.9k
After millennia of crossing paths daily Yuuri still had never even gazed upon the Day King’s face. All that will change in a fraction of a moment, along with his life, forever. Thumbs up!

When The Sun Chases The Moon From The Sky by ShrubbyScribe, Teen, 13k
The first time it happened, he thought it was a mistake.
The second time it happened, he didn’t know what to make of it.
The seventh time it happened, he started to get annoyed. AWESOME fic!

Finally Here by darklilcorner, Gen, 1.9k
Yuuri is the King of Night and Viktor is the King of Day. Grateful to the Night for allowing him to rest, Viktor leaves meaningful roses for Yuuri. The roses show how he feels, but Yuuri always returns them… Great fic!

morning and night by cosmofluous, Gen, 2.9k (WIP)
He really does hang the stars in the sky, and burn as bright as the sun. The descriptions in this fic are amazing!

Of Cloudless Climbs and Starry Skies by Maiden_of_the_Moon, Gen, 1.5k
The King of Day should not turn his head to watch. He should not hesitate, even though the sun does in the distance. He should not drop that single rose when their slippers align, when their gossamer gowns chafe whispers, and starlight pokes pinpricks into the dome of the sky. He should not romanticize that moment when day is overcome by night.But in being so overcome, how can he not? Very good fic!

For Your Time (I’ll Give You This Smile) by Liana_Legaspi, Gen, 2.2k
“Do you love me?” the King of Day says to Yuuri’s retreating back.Stop.Think.“I haven’t decided yet.” Yuuri confesses, “I might hate you.”There’s a smile in Viktor’s voice that’s sweeter than any lullaby Yuuri’s ever heard. “Then, if that’s the case, I’ll wait with you until you decide.” WOW!

Open Up The Stars by Kisnau, Gen, 9.4k (WIP)
The Sun and Moon were old friends. This is not a story of the Sun and Moon, equal entities and ancient neighbors. This is a story of their children, Night and Day. 

I need god
Not like “invisible man in the sky” God
Not like “sitting for hours being told how to think” God
Not like “stand in line like the rest” God

I need “sitting in the park staring at birds” god
like “isn’t this life a trip” god
like “this moment right here” god
like “chocolate and laughter and orgasm and ocean waves and moments of connection” god
Like “billions of years this rock floated in space and here I am” god
Like “standing in Rite Aid and this baby looked right at me and just smiled” god
Like “look how we survive all the pain and still we heal” god

And y'all need to find god
If you tear people down
If you think I’m going to hell
for accepting and loving all the queer butch femme that I am
For wanting balance
for knowing that restricting myself
To fit into a black and white world is no way to live, really live

You need to find god if you condemn me
For not needing to be commanded
to love my neighbor
Not like “love the sinner hate the sin” love
I love you
Like “you have infinite complexity within you” love
Like “I hope you find peace of mind” love

But you need to find god
if you think you’re above anyone
Just because your colonized mind
tries to manifest destiny into my space
Just because you have a story
where I came from a man’s rib in a magic garden one day

I know a story too where
We were once born from primordial waters
We were once migrating from the Sahara
We were once charting the stars
Before the lie that is borders
and fences and ownership and greed
Before the lie than any one man held the truth,
some divine secret
As if all that power was for us
and not actually to own our devotion
Like you’d be rewarded after life
if you put up with suffering under their feet
instead of questioning that power

My problem is not with god, but with man
Have your faith if you choose
Let me find truth,
that’s all I need
I get closer to it every day,
I search for it
breath it in when I can
That’s all the god I need

—  Finding God, Christina O.
Religion has actually convinced people…that there’s an invisible man, living in the sky, who watches everything you do, every minute of every day.  And the invisibly man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these ten things he has a special place full of fire, and smoke and burning and torture, and anguish, where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and scream and cry forever and ever, til the end of time. But he loves you.
—  George Carlin
KHR Prompt

When Tsuna was little, Nana had to be on guard against kitsune trying to kidnap Tsuna because hello there fire child clearly you belong with us. The sealing inadvertently kept Tsuna from being spirited away, so they relaxed a bit.

Then Reborn came and unsealed his fire, and to centuries old foxes a few years isn’t that long at all. Reborn is wondering what’s with all these foxes popping up in odd places. Nana’s reaction when she finds out, well, it’s always the nice ones.  

- OpalIstas


The kitsune come when Tsuna is little more than a toddler, playing around outside in the sunny weather. He’s smiling and clapping as he runs about and Nana watches him beneath her sunhat while she gardens with a fond smile. Occasionally his bouncy ball (a last-minute gift from Papa) will roll her way, and she’ll have to put down her trowel and bounce it back, but she doesn’t mind.

The real trouble starts when the next door neighbor’s dog, a tiny little terror that he’s named Akane, gets loose and rushes over, slipping through the fence and rushing up to Tsuna to bark at him. She doesn’t try to play with him, just bark. Nana hears the sound of her collar tags striking each other and turns just in time to see the little dog get through her fence, run up to a terrified Tsuna, who has stopped and is backing up, and begins to bark.

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Jesse McCree was the sun, and Hanzo Shimada was the moon.

Jesse was warm, and bright, and felt like home.

Hanzo was cool, and sometimes he shone as a bright beacon. Sometimes he was a distant, invisible ghost.

Their meetings were brief. Secret, shared moments. The moon and the sun in the same sky. Passionate embraces, whispered promises they knew neither could fulfill.

They worked together in tandem, needing no words, a fiery gunslinger and an icy archer. The dragons sought his warmth, curling around him with joyous purrs.

The sun was as much a wanted man as the moon. The noose tightens.

The sun must set, at the end of the day.

The moon cried, the dragons roared their rage, when the rope pulled the sun too far.

The moon unleashed his pain and cast darkness on the hangman from the bright agony of his arrows, raining with divine fury until the streets ran red with vengeance, red as the dying rays swallowed by the horizon.

The moon carried the sun through the night, wishing, praying for those promises.

The sky was dark. Not even a star lit its inky expanse.

The moon forgot, though, that morning came. It came in the form of an angel, an angel who saved the star that the moon had once killed.

And the sun rose.

The sun refused to let the moon leave his side, and through day and night they worked in harmony, gunslinger and archer, until their lights faded, soft and gray, beating impossible odds through years and years. And when the sun set for the last time, the moon was beside him, ready to follow him into the heavens.

anonymous asked:

I'm curious. Why do you care about any injustices if you don't believe in life after life on Earth? If we're all heading in the direction of non-existence, does it really matter how we get there or what happens to us along the way? You could say that you are fighting to improve the quality of life for the future generations, but why bother? Why do people need to live good lives if life is ultimately null and void? (btw, I myself do not follow a religion but i do believe in a creator)

That’s all the more reason to care about injustices isn’t it? If we only have life on this Earth then that’s what matters. Why should we not strive to make the one life as beneficial for humans existing and that will exist in the future?

We are all of us already the sum of human knowledge, that we can pass information from generation to generation is why we’re so advanced. Each new generation gains knowledge in grade school that took centuries for other humans to achieve. 

I see it the other way around: if life is just a waiting room for paradise what’s the point of trying to improve the here and now? 

I think believing in the afterlife allows people to ignore suffering. Oh those starving children? Well they were innocent, they’ll go to god’s side after their needlessly painful, short lives. Oh the person who harmed you escaped human justice? It’s okay, an invisible sky entity will get ‘em good when they die, no reason to examine and strive to repair a broken system. That evil man profiting and benefiting from his evil his entire life? Oh well only god can judge him and he’ll get burned in the end! No need to promote ideas that will prevent future tyrants and profiteers. 

“The Little Prince” Quotes for the signs...

Aries: “You - you alone will have the stars as no one else has them…In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night…You - only you - will have stars that can laugh.”

Taurus: “All grown-ups were once children… but only few of them remember it.”  

Gemini: “Where are the people?” resumed the little prince at last. “It’s a little lonely in the desert…” “It is lonely when you’re among people, too,” said the snake.”

Cancer: “It is such a mysterious place, the land of tears.”  

Leo: “Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.”

Virgo: “If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers…”  

Libra: “A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.”  

Scorpio: “What makes the desert beautiful,’ said the little prince, ‘is that somewhere it hides a well…”  

Sagittarius: “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

Capricorn: “But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.”  

Aquarius:      “People have forgotten this truth,“ the fox said. "But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.”

Pisces: “I ought not to have listened to her,’ he confided to me one day. 'One never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed all my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace.”

Invisible in the blue sky above the little frontier-town, the stars formed, on the 20th. of April 1889, at six o’clock eighteen in the afternoon, a definite pattern marking the return to earth of Him Who comes back; of the divine Man “against Time” — the incarnate collective Self of superior mankind, — Who, again and again, and every time more heroically, stands alone against the ever-accelerated current of universal decay, and prepares, in hard, bloody struggle, the dawning of the following Time-cycle, even if he be, for some years or decades, apparently bound to fail. For the newly born Babe was none other than He.
—  Savitri Devi, The Lightning and the Sun

anonymous asked:

How long did it take you to completely trust God in any situation? To go when He is calling you out on the waters?

Hmmm prepare yourself for a super long/scatter brained response lol…

I grew up in the Christian faith. I believed in God and went to church on Sundays but that was it. I had no relationship with Him what-so-ever. He was more like this mystical being or invisible giant man in the sky. I had zero understanding of who He is, what He’s done for me, or how I could ever trust in Him . It wasn’t until my sophomore year in high school when a friend of mine dragged me to a bible study (I actually only went because I knew this cute guy I liked would be I wasn’t sure what to expect that night but as soon as the band started playing worship songs, I felt something in my heart change. I didn’t know the words to the songs but I lifted my hands in praise anyways. And after that night, I began listening to Christian worship stations on the radio and trying to learn the songs at Mass. I was falling more and more in love with worship music which was the big door that opened my faith up. I began to feel at home anytime I went to church. Still, I didn’t know God. I didn’t open myself up to him…because I didn’t know how. My prayers still felt empty and I was so frustrated.

I went on my first retreat a year after this all began. And oh how nervous I was. Saturday night we had Adoration…I had never experienced ever. I didn’t even know what it was. I asked my friend sitting next to me and she said “It’s Jesus.” And I just gave her a confused look. Then she went on saying “It’s Jesus in the presence of the Eucharist. He's here Val. He is truly present.” I replayed these words over and over again in my head. Then someone started playing the song Forever Reign by Hillsong and when it got to the chorus/bridge, I completely broke down in tears…

“Oh, I’m running to Your arms
I’m running to Your arms
The riches of Your love
Will always be enough
Nothing compares to Your embrace
Light of the world forever reign

You are more, You are more
Than my words will ever say
You are Lord, You are Lord
All creation will proclaim

You are here, You are here
In Your presence I’m made whole
You are God, You are God
Of all else I’m letting go”

These words were what I needed to hear. These were the words my heart had been longing to say but didn’t know how. I felt such peace. 

After that weekend, I started taking my faith more seriously. Praying harder, listening during mass, studying scripture. I began to learn about my good good Father.

Now…your question is how long did it take me to trust God in any situation. Although my faith had grown a lot, I was still struggling on the trusting part. I told myself I trusted Him but I wasn’t practicing that.  I won’t get into all the details but it wasn’t until AFTER I graduated high school and started my first real job that I needed to trust in God. 

I was working as a pre-school teacher of a class room full of 3 yr olds and oh how I loved my job. Everyday I was greeted with sweet hugs and “Hi Ms. Valerie!” and lots of fun conversations. I taught them their ABC’s, Numbers 1-50, and how to be kind to others. I thought this is what I would be doing for many many years simply because I loved it so much. BUT something was missing.  My heart was longing for something more but I didn’t know what. So I began to go to church everyday before my shift at work. I would sit in adoration for hours after work. I would have long conversations with my youth ministers, priests, and a dear friend that was joining a religious community that summer. At the end of the day, I needed to let go of what I knew and trust in Him. After months and months of prayer, I heard God telling me to quit my job…now…this decision was NOT easy. I kept asking Him “But what about money?? How will I pay for food and gas? How will I make a living??? Are you crazy??” But after all my questions, He brought me peace.  “Trust in Me. I only want you to be happy. I love you.” So with that, I quit my job. Worried and afraid, I spent a lot of time at the church volunteering in anyway that I could.

LITERALLY two weeks after I left my job, my youth minister comes up to me and says “Valerie, I know you recently left your job and we are so grateful for all the work you’ve been doing here. Would you be interested in working here part time? We could use someone the already knows the ministry and speaks Spanish. Pray it over and let me know.”….LIKE WHAT?? Me?? a part-time youth minister?? There was just NO WAY. I felt so under classified, unworthy, undeserving. I went home that night and sat in my dark room just asking God “why?? why me? why now?”. But the other part of me felt like this was were God had been leading me all along. So accepted the job! And my heart forever changed. I feel like I have a real mission here. I never expected to work for the church…but now I have the best job EVER. I get to witness teens fall in love with Christ every. single. day. It’s been two years now since I’ve started working here and the Lord continues to teach me to trust Him. Ever since I let Him lead me from my pre school job to my current YM job, it’s been easier to trust Him. At the end of the day, He only wants your to be happy. He loves you.

It’s hard to trust someone you don’t know. Take the time to get to know Him because He is truly truly amazing.

[This fic I feel like was requested by two different anons unless that was a dream… it’s possible. This fic will mostly be fluffy nonsense, there is a sprinkle of smut but not much (you thirsty wee devils) Anyway, here we go!]

  “You’re late,” Shannon chided me.
  “My stupid flight was delayed,” He wrapped me in a bear hug and I kissed his cheek and gave him a tight squeeze.
  “Where is he?” I asked, glancing around the empty living room decorated with tinsel. 
  “In the kitchen with mom and Tomo, I’ll grab hi-”
  “No!” I said in a hushed tone, “Don’t tell him I’m here yet, I have to run upstairs and change.” 
  He rolled his eyes and watched with an amused smile as I dragged my suitcase soundlessly up the stairs. 
  I had missed a few of Jared’s shows due to… family problems. I managed to still do my job from a distance but being away from them for so long was strange. They had become family to me in the amazing six years of knowing them and being without them was something I did not particularly enjoy. 
  It did give me some time to think though. Before I had left for Toronto Jared had asked me if I was okay with going public. We had  been dating for almost two years, being their assistant allowed me to go unnoticed, however it still seems so surreal. When he asked I locked up and told him that we’d talk about it when I got back. Now here I am.
  I’m not an entirely confident person but I am also not crippled by insecurities. However, the thought of being pulled from the shadows where I had been safe and invisible and into the eye of the public next to Jared in all of his glory seems fucking terrifying. He was just a man, but if I’m being honest he also wasn’t just a man. He is Jared Leto, it’s impossible not to stand beside someone like that and feel like you don’t belong there. I mean, sure it feels amazing knowing that they have chosen you, but there is still that nagging insecurity. There is that little voice saying that it will never work out in the end because they have wings and live in the sky while you are stuck on the ground.
  This is why I don’t go home; this bullshit ends up getting into my head. Shaking the thoughts away I lifted my suitcase onto the bed and stripped out of my comfy flying clothes that smelled like peanuts and a gross odour unique to almost all planes. 
  Taking my good clothes out of the case I moved to the bathroom to shower and dress. 

***Jared’s P.O.V***

  I had texted her at least five times and I had called her twice to no avail. She should have landed already so I was a bit worried. We had barely spoken while she was away and I worried that maybe she wasn’t coming. Maybe my comment on going public had spooked her; it had been gnawing at me for weeks. I know that a seventeen year age gap is a lot but I loved her. I just wanted to be with her and I wanted the world to know that, and if she… if she didn’t love me as much as I loved her… I’d deal with it. I’d deal with it because I’d rather her be happy than miserable with me.
  But she wouldn’t just bail without a word. My mom and the guys were looking forward to seeing her and we were going to have our own mini Christmas/birthday celebration.
  “Hey there, stranger,”
  I glanced up from where I sat on the sofa. She leaned against the archway with a bag in her hand, her [Your hair colour] was slightly damp, her eyes lined with eyeliner, and she wore the Christmas sweater I had bought her last year with a green velvet skirt and ripped tights. She looked beautiful and she smiled at me. I knew I had missed her, but I hadn’t realised just how much until she was standing in front of me. 
  I didn’t move as she set the bag down and padded over to me. I watched her as she sat down in my lap with her knees on either side of my thighs. 
  “Happy Birthmas Mr. Leto,” She touched my nose with her fingertip and I couldn’t help but stare at her. 
  She wrapped her arms around my neck, closing her eyes as she rested her forehead against mine. 
  “I missed you,” she whispered, but I could hear the slight break in her voice. 
  “I missed you too, babe,”
  I pulled her against me in a hug and buried my face in the crook of her neck as I stroked her back comfortingly. She smelled like my body wash and lavender and we sat there in silence for a long time just holding each other. 
  “How was home?” I asked when she pulled back. 
  She traced my lower lip with her index finger, “I’ll tell you about it later,” she pressed a kiss to my lips and I felt a fire claw through me. 
  “Get a room,” Tomo said lightly as my mom and Shan entered the living room. 
  Y/N grinned leaving me too soon as she moved to hug and greet everyone. My mom hugged her warmly and gave her arm a tight squeeze. 
  “So I brought presents, and no Shannon it’s not maple syrup,” she said quickly before Shan could say anything. 
  “And you call yourself Canadian,” He grumbled, his lips curving upwards.
  God, I missed her. 

  “Do you like it?” She asked sleepily, her cheek resting on my chest as I drew pictures on the soft skin of her back.
  I thumbed the pendant absentmindedly, it was simple mountain pendant which had, 
  Provehito in altum
  With Love, (Your Initial) 
Engraved into the back of it. She said it was cheesy, but I didn’t think so. She had stuffed the pendant into a pair of fuzzy polka dot socks (since Shan gives me striped ones) and she tucked the socks into a bag that had my favourite brand of hot chocolate, and a drawing she had done of Shannon, Tomo, mom, and me. When I asked her why she wasn’t in it she ignored the question and gave her gift to Shan. 
  “Yeah, yeah I do, did you like your gift?”
  She made a satisfied little sound and I laughed lightly as her hand curled around my penis, “Yes. I. Did.” She sighed.
  “Good, but you know what I meant,”
  She laughed lightly too and released me, running her hand up and down my stomach before letting it rest there. 
  “You made me cry in front of your mom,”
  “I only got you socks and a new camera-”
  “You wrote me a song, Jared,” she propped her head up on her hand and stroked my cheek, “and it was beautiful.”
  I leaned up and pressed my lips to hers, my tongue gliding into her mouth and I cupped the back of her neck. She climbed on top of me and I smirked as she guided me into her.
  “I thought you were tired,”
  “You thought wrong then, didn’t you?” 


  She was in between being awake and sleeping with her head resting on my arm and her body was curled against mine. I was tired but I couldn’t quite fall asleep yet, it was nice having her with me though. It was nice not being alone in bed. 
  Stroking her cheek her lips curled upwards slightly and her vibrant (insert eye colour here) eyes cracked open. 
  “Hey, stranger,” her voice was thick with exhaustion.
  “Hello, beautiful,”
  She smiled, her eyes slowly closing again as she whispered, “Stop staring, it’s weird,”
  “No it’s not, it’s romantic,”
  She smiled, taking my hand in hers and placing a kiss on my knuckles.
  “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked gently.
  Her eyes became guarded and she sat up with her back to me. I bit my lower lip and sat up as well, is this it then? 
  “I didn’t want to ruin today. I don’t want to dump everything on you, but I umm…”
  Shit. Shit. Shit.
  “I umm… well, the thing is, I know you’re family is everything to you but my family is nothing to me.” 
  I touched her arm but she didn’t look at me, “I went home for my nana, I went home to say goodbye to her and to try and make things right with my parents but that was never going to happen. They made it abundantly clear that they don’t want me in their lives… they made it clear…” her shoulders shook but she was silent as she cried.
  Rising from the bed I walked around it and knelt in front of her, “Fuck them,”
  I knew her parents were bad, she rarely spoke of them but when she did I knew I wouldn’t like them. I may not know both sides of the story but I didn’t have to, all I needed to know is that they hurt her. She looked at me, clearly startled, and a hiccuped sob/laugh escaped her.
  “I could take what they said about me, but when they brought you into it I just couldn’t. They don’t even know you,” She slid to the ground in front of me, bringing the sheet with her and she cupped my face in her hands.
  “They don’t know how completely ethereal you are,” this took me aback, Y/N was not one for professing anything, she never felt the need to verbalise her feelings for me. 
  “They don’t understand how beautiful you are in every conceivable way and they can’t seem to grasp why I am in love with you, but I know why,”
  “Y/N, stop,” I whispered but she was on a high of sleep deprivation and emotion.
  “Jared, you make me feel alive you always have. Even though you’re a star, even though you could have your pick of any other woman, I don’t care because I love y-”
  I placed a small kiss on her lips, wiping the tears from her cheeks and I felt my own heart break. 

***Y/N’s P.O.V***

  “Believe it or not I thought this conversation was going to start with you leaving me,”
  “Are you stupid?” It was an instinctual response, one that made him laugh and he gave my hands a firm squeeze as we crawled back into bed. 
  “I thought the age difference was too much. I mean, I saw you with Zefron when he-”
  “Jared, it’s Zac Efron, I had zero chill around that many celebrities-”
  “I know, I know, but he is younger and attractive. There was also your hesitation about going public with me and I almost thought you weren’t coming today and I just… it’s stupid.” he sighed draping an arm over his eyes. 
  I was silent for a few moments before, wondering how cheesy and lame what I wanted to say was going to be before I spoke, “I was hesitant because you’re a comet Jared. A person like you only comes around once every million years and I am just me. I’m not a comet, I’m not even a star, I’m just Y/N. I don’t want people asking themselves the very question I ask myself every day, how does someone like her get someone like him?” I was quick to move on, “Now, I know how that sounds. I don’t really care what people think, I just can’t help but wonder the same. I can’t help but look at you and wonder why you aren’t dating someone up in the sky with you,” I felt stupid saying it, I felt insecure and needy but he let his arm drop to the side so he was looking at me
  “You are the sky,”
  It was such a simple thing for him to say, my emotions threatened to overwhelm me again. 
  “You’re everything, Y/N. I choose you over everyone, and as long as you can accept that, I’ll love you for as long as you’ll have me,” He said firmly.
  I rested my cheek on his chest and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist as I let out a shaky breath. 
  “I love you Jared,”
  “I love you too, Y/N,”
  “And we love you too, Jared and Y/N,” We heard Shan and Tomo say through the door as they walked down the hall.
  His chest vibrated and shook as we both laughed and I don’t remember ever feeling so happy. 

[Hope you enjoyed the cheese-fest]

People who say that an atheist can’t know right from wrong but then go onto declare that all morality comes from God and that’s why they have theirs are hypocrites. They don’t know what’s right or wrong either. They just follow whatever they think someone is telling them to. 

Someone asks me why I think murder is wrong and I say because it takes away someone’s only chance to experience the world and subjects everyone close to that person to unneeded sorrow and hardship, and that’s just assuming it’s quick and painless. 

Someone asks one of these plebs why murder is wrong and they say “Because God says it is” or “One of the commandments say don’t kill.”

So who in this situation really doesn’t know right from wrong? And this applies to a lot of this subject. One common question concerning atheists and morality is “What stops you from killing and raping whenever you like” and you just have to wonder, what fucking stops you? How little of the world have you figured out that you don’t have an argument against these things other than the invisible man in the sky says it’s a no no? 

To think people still use these shitty ass arguments not realizing how damning it is to them. 

“The Light and the Dark”

‘Mutant scum’ were the words plastered on the front of your house in messy graffiti. You could practically hear the cries of the hooligans that wrote it and, looking around, you could certainly see the evidence of where they had been last night. Footprints trampled the floor so that the front of your house looked like something out of a warzone.
“Well,” you sighed, “there’s nothing left for me now.” Adjusting the strap of the bag hanging on your shoulder, you turned on your heel and left your home of 5 years. The mutant revolution had wasted away a lot of the land here but as you looked around, you could still imagine the scenes you grew up seeing overlaying the destruction. The rubble to your left was once the house of kind Mrs Henderson with the beautiful back garden. She was forced from her home after the discovery that her mutant powers were the reason her garden was so luscious. Your heart sunk when you saw the decaying shrubbery that used to be a sign of her gifts.
On the other side of the street was the house of a man whom you never knew. He always kept to himself and refused to talk when you greeted him on the street – you had at first thought he was very rude. However, you knew his character immediately when he was killed. A little mutant boy was unable to control his powers of invisibility and was the subject of outcry from a group of rioters. The silent man had come to the child’s aid and defended him until one of the mob shot him in the forehead before also killing the boy. You never knew if the man was gifted or not.
Eventually, you made it out of the town and, as the sun escaped from the sky, you wished that it would take you with it so that you would never have to see the place that this world had become ever again. Darkness, your friend, blanketed the land so you gathered some kindling and set up a fire in the desert like field you sat in. Ever since you were little you had been able to control light. Not in the typical sense of being able to spawn light or make a room dark – it was different to that. You were able to manipulate light (if it was already there) like a physical entity. You could move the light cast by a fire and hold it like water in your hands. This was what you were doing right now. Scooping up some light from the fire, you let it run through your fingers and made it fly around the darkened sky. It never ceased to amaze you – no matter how often you did it.
You had spent 5 minutes playing around like that when your fire was abruptly extinguished. It was sudden and unexpected and you struggled to get it lit again but luckily the embers were still hot. As you were returning to your seat not far from the fire, it extinguished again and you didn’t need to be shown a third time that this wasn’t accidental. Extracting the light from the dying embers, you pressed your palm to the ground and watched as light slowly ebbed and flowed outwards. Yet you could see no-one. Nothing that suggested your fire was being put out.

That was until someone spoke.

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r3zuri  asked:

I feel like “fight me, you attractive stranger!” is perfect for nyx/noct hahaha

this is hella cracky… but i might go back to swords n’ shields verse someday because i kinda love it lol

“Fight me, you attractive stranger.”

Nyx was pretty sure that Crowe made that particular line up. He wished that he could be so sure she’d made the rest of it up, as well. But his memory was slowly betraying him with the truth. That he’d made a complete and utter asshole of himself in front of who he now knew to be the next King of Lucis.

He remembered the brat introducing himself as he loomed over Nyx’s prone body on the tavern floor. His lips curled into a smirk, eyes hooded in satisfaction, and he let each syllable of his name drop onto Nyx like bags of sand: “Noctis Lucis Caelum.”

Nyx didn’t know what had come over him last night… Which was, technically, half-true. He didn’t remember what had possessed him to drink so much. Contrary to what Crowe suggested it was not because he was stifling any “sexual frustrations” about the attractive blue-eyed devil that befell Nyx’s liege-lady.

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Nico's Confession


The voice skimmed over Jason’s head like a bullet. When he turned, there was no one

You have come to claim the sceptre.

Nico had positioned himself behind him, and for the first time, Jason was glad to have the boy’s company.

“Cupid,” called Jason. “Where are you?”

The voice laughed. It definitely did not sound like a cute little angel. It was deep and melodious, but also threatening - like a tremor before a major earthquake.

Where you least expect it, replied Cupid. As love always is.

Something hit Jason, hurling him across the street. He fell down some steps and sprawled on the floor of an excavated Roman basement.

I thought you knew that, Jason Grace. Cupid’s voice swirled around him. You found true love, after all. Or do you doubt yourself?

Nico was running down the steps.

“Are you okay?”

Jason accepted the outstretched hand and stood up.

“I am. I was just made a fool of.”

Ah, you expected me to be fair? Cupid laughed. I am the god of love. I’m never fair.

At that point, Jason was on high alert. He felt the air rippling and an arrow materialized, shot in the direction of Nico’s chest.

Jason intercepted it with his sword and turned to the side.The next arrow hit the wall and exploded, peppering them with shards of limestone.

They climbed the stairs. Jason pulled Nico out of the way when another gust of wind toppled a column that would have crushed them.

"Is this guy Love or Death?” Jason growled.

Ask your friends, Cupid said. Frank, Hazel, and Percy met my antagonist, Thanatos. We are not so different. Sometime death is kinder.

“All we want is the sceptre!” Nico shouted. “We’re trying to stop Gaia. Are you on the side of the Gods or not?”

A second arrow struck the ground between the Nico’s feet, glowing brightly. He staggered backwards when the arrow burst into a pillar of flame.

Love is all around, said Cupid. And on the side of no one. Do not ask what love can do for you.

"Excellent,” said Jason. “Now he’s reciting cheesy songs.”

There was movement behind him, and Jason turned, striking the air with his sword. The blade hit something solid. He heard a grunt and attacked again, but the invisible god was no longer behind them. On the stones of the floor, shone a trail of golden ichor - the blood of the gods.

Very good, Jason, said Cupid. At least you can feel my presence. A mere glimpse of true love is more than most heroes get.

“Then, will you give us the sceptre?” asked Jason.

Cupid laughed.

Unfortunately, you could not control it. Only a child of the Underworld could summon the dead legions. And only a Roman officer could lead them.


Jason hesitated. He was an officer. He was praetor. Then remembered his doubts as to whether he belonged. In New Rome, his position had been given to Percy Jackson. Would that make him unfit to lead a legion of Roman ghosts?

Jason decided to tackle the problem when the time came.

“We decided,” he said “Nico can summon…”

A third arrow whizzed over Jason’s shoulder. He couldn’t stop it. Nico gasped when the projectile hit him in his sword arm.


The son of Hades staggered. The arrow dissolved, leaving no visible blood or injury, but the demigod’s face was twisted in anger and pain.

“This is a joke!” Nico shouted. “Show yourself”

It is complicated to look at the face of true love, Cupid said.

Another column fell. Jason jumped aside.

My wife, Psyche, learned this lesson, Cupid continued. She was brought to me eons ago, when my palace was here. We were in the dark. She was warned to never look at me, and yet she could not bear the mystery. She feared I was a monster. One night, she lit one candle and saw my face while I was sleeping.

“Were you too ugly?”

Jason had located Cupid’s voice at the edge of the amphitheater, about twenty feet away, but he wanted to be sure.

The god laughed.

I think I was too beautiful. A mortal can not contemplate the true form of a god without suffering the consequences. My mother, Aphrodite cursed my Psyche for her distrust. My poor lover was tortured, forced into exile and had to perform terrible tasks to prove her worthiness. She was sent to the Underworld on a mission to prove her dedication. She got back to my side, but suffered greatly.

Now I’ve got it, thought Jason.

He pointed his sword to the sky and thunder shook the valley. Lightning opened a crater in the spot where the voice had come from.

Silence. Jason was already thinking: man, this actually worked, when an invisible force knocked him down. His sword across to the other side of the street.

Nice try, Cupid said, his voice already distant, but love can not be detected so easily.

Beside him, a wall collapsed. Jason managed to roll to the side.

"Stop it!” Nico shouted. “Do what you want to me. Leave him alone!”

Jason ears buzzed. He was dizzy from being thrown. His mouth tasted of limestone powder. He didn’t understand why Nico thought he was the main target, but Cupid seemed to agree.

Poor Nico di Angelo. The god’s voice was full of deception. You do not know what you want, let alone what I want. My beloved Psyche risked everything in the name of love.It was the only way to atone for her lack of faith. And you, what have you risked in my name?

“I went to Tartarus and returned,” Nico growled. “You do not scare me.”

I scare you very much. Look at me. Be honest.

Jason stood up.

The ground around Nico shook. The grass withered and the stones cracked like something was moving under the ground, trying to make its way to the surface.

“We want the sceptre of Diocletian,” Nico said. “We have no time for jokes.”

Jokes? Cupid struck Nico, throwing him aside against a granite pedestal. Love is not a joke! It is not the softness of flowers! It is hard work, a quest that never ends. It requires all of you, especially the truth. Only then will it give you rewards.

Jason retrieved his sword. If the invisible guy was Love, Jason was starting to think that Love was something overestimated. He liked the version of Piper: thoughtful, gentle and beautiful. Aphrodite he could understand. But Cupid seemed more like a bandit, an oppressor.

“Nico, what does this guy want from you?”

Tell him, Nico di Angelo, replied Cupid, Tell him that you are a coward, afraid of yourself and your feelings. Tell him the real reason you fled Camp Half-Blood, and why you are always alone.

Nico uttered a guttural scream. The floor at his feet opened and skeletons dragged themselves out: dead Romans without hands, with sunken skulls, broken ribs and jaws loose. Some were dressed in the remains of their togas. Others brought brilliant pieces of armor hanging on their chests.

Will you hide among the dead, as you always do? Cupid taunted.

Waves of darkness emanated from the son of Hades. When Jason reached him, he almost fainted, overwhelmed by hatred, fear, shame …

Images crossed his mind. He saw Nico and his sister on a snowy cliff; in Maine, Percy Jackson is protecting them from a manticore. Percy’s sword glowed in the dark. He was the first demigod Nico saw in action. *

Later at Camp Half-Blood, Percy took Nico’s arm and promised to keep his sister, Bianca, safe. Nico believed him. He looked into his sea-green eyes and thought: he can not fail. He is a true hero. Percy was Nico’s favourite game, Mythomagic, brought to reality.

Jason saw when he came back and told Nico that Bianca died. The boy cried and called him a liar. He felt betrayed, but still … when the skeleton warriors attacked, he could not let them hurt Percy. Nico invoked the earth to swallow them, and then he fled, terrified by his own powers, by his own emotions.

Jason saw another dozen scenes like this from the point of view of Nico… they left him stunned, unable to move or talk.

Meanwhile, Nico’s Roman skeletons advanced and grabbed something invisible. Cupid fought, pushing the dead, breaking ribs and skulls, but they continued to emerge, holding the arms of the god.

Interesting! said Cupid. You have the strength, after all?

“I left Camp Half-Blood for love,” said Nico. “Annabeth … she …”

Still hiding, said Cupid, leaving another skeleton in pieces.You do not have the strength.

“Nico,” Jason managed to say. “Everything is fine. I understand.”

Nico stared at him with pain and affliction stamped on his face.

“No,” he said. “You couldn’t understand.”

And so you turn to flee, rebuked Cupid. From your friends, from yourself.

“I have no friends,” Nico shouted. “I left Camp Half-Blood because I didn’t belong in that place! I never belonged!”

The skeletons had Cupid immobilised, but the invisible God laughed so cruelly that Jason wanted to bring down another bolt of lightning. Unfortunately, he doubted that he had the strength..

“Leave him alone, Cupid,” Jason complained. “This isn’t…”

His voice failed. He meant to say that it was not the god’s problem, but then he realized that it was exactly the matchmaker’s problem. Something Favonio had said buzzed in his ears: are you shocked? **

The story of Psyche finally made ​​sense to him: he understood why the girl had felt that deadly fear. Why she had run the risk of disobeying the rules to look upon the face of the god of love, fearing that he could be a monster.

Psyche was right. Cupid was a monster. Love was the wildest of all monsters.

Nico’s voice sounded pained.

“I-I wasn’t in love with Annabeth.”

“You were jealous of her,” said Jason. “And you didn’t want to be near her. Especially not when she was with… him. It explains everything.”

All of Nico’s fight seemed to fade at the same time. Darkness fell. The dead Romans turned into piles of dust.

“I hated myself,” said Nico. “I hated Percy Jackson.”

Cupid became visible - a young lean muscular man with wings as white as snow, straight black hair, wearing a simple white tunic and jeans. The bow and arrows hanging on his shoulder were not toys. They were weapons of war. His eyes were as red as blood, as if all the hearts of Valentine’s Day and been squeezed and distilled into a poisonous mixture. His face was beautiful, but as hard to look at as a spotlight. He watched Nico with satisfaction as if he had identified the exact spot which would guarantee a clean kill with his arrow.

“I had a crush on Percy,” said Nico. “That’s it. That’s the big secret.”

He looked at Cupid.

“Happy now?”

For the first time, Cupid’s look turned sympathetic.

“I wouldn’t say Love always makes you happy.” His voice sounded smaller, more human. “Sometimes it makes you incredibly sad. But at least you’ve faced it now. And that is the only way to beat me.”

Cupid dissolved into the air.

On the ground, in the place where he has stood, was a an ivory staff one metre in length, with a dark globe of polished marble the size of a baseball on top, nestled on the shoulders of three Roman gold eagles. The sceptre of Diocletian.

Nico knelt and picked up the sceptre. Jason looked up, as if expecting an attack.

“If the others find out…”

“If the others find out,” Jason said, “you will have more people to support you, and release the fury of the gods against people who give you trouble.”

Nico grimaced. Jason could feel anger and resentment emanating from him.

“But the decision is yours,” Jason added. “The decision whether to share it or not. That’s all I can say.”

“I don’t feel that way any more,” muttered Nico. “I mean… I gave up on Percy. I was young and impressionable, and I, I don’t…”

His voice failed, and Jason saw that the boy was about to cry. Whether Nico had actually given up on Percy or not, Jason couldn’t imagine how he’d spent all those years, keeping a secret which would have been unthinkable to share in the 1940s, denying who he was, feeling completely alone - even more isolated than the other Demigods.

“Nico,” he said gently, “I’ve seen a lot of acts of courage. But what you did: that might be the bravest of them all.”

Nico raised his head, uncertain.

“We have to return to the ship.”

“We can fly…”

“No,” Nico snapped. “This time we shadow travel. I want to stay away from the wind for a long time.”

Fitting Les Misérables quotes for the signs

Aries:  “The future has several names. For the weak, it is impossible; for the fainthearted, it is unknown; but for the valiant, it is ideal.”

Taurus: “The delight we inspire in others has this enchanting peculiarity that, far from being diminished like every other reflection, it returns to us more radiant than ever.”

Gemini:  “A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is visible labor and there is invisible labor.”

Cancer:  “You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.”

Leo:  “The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.”

Virgo: “Not being heard is no reason for silence.”

Libra:  “Laughter is sunshine, it chases winter from the human face.” 

Scorpio:  “There is a prospect greater than the sea, and it is the sky; there is a prospect greater than the sky, and it is the human soul.”

Sagittarius:  “It is nothing to die. It is dreadful not to live.” 

Capricorn:  “If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness.”

Aquarius:  “If you wish to understand what Revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to understand what Progress is, call it Tomorrow.”

Pisces:  “A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in – what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”

anonymous asked:

Really interesting that the Awakening characters are in Fates because of a popularity contest. Really makes you think who would mesh with who, replace who, and who would be the child. Cynthia and Gerome could take the place of Arthur and Beruka respectively, due to the personalities they share. And Not!Sumia could be a good daughter for Subaki an accidental prone Sky Knight living to her 'perfect' father or Not!Kellam being the perfect ninja son for Saizo, as the invisible man. Stuff like that.

What I find interesting in this popularity contest is it made me fully realize just how much people usually love characters I don’t care about XD Anyway, yes to all of that. Although a pre incarnation of Sumia is Tsubaki’s daughter… wow. Poor girl, her self-esteem would be even worse, she’d always compare herself to her “perfect” father.

51 Genius Quotes That Prove George Carlin Was A Modern Philosopher

1. I don’t have pet peeves. I have major psychotic fucking hatreds.

2. The very existence of flamethrowers proves that sometime, somewhere, someone said to themselves, “You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I’m just not close enough to get the job done.”

3. By and large, language is a tool for concealing the truth.

4. And what can we do to silence these Christian athletes who thank Jesus whenever they win, never mention his name when they lose? Not a word. You never hear them say “Jesus made me drop the ball.” “The good lord tripped me up behind the line of scrimmage.” According to these guys Jesus is undefeated, meanwhile these assholes are in last place. Must be another one of those “miracles.”

5. The real reason that we can’t have the Ten Commandments in a courthouse: You cannot post “Thou shalt not steal,” “Thou shalt not commit adultery,” and “Thou shalt not lie” in a building full of lawyers, judges, and politicians. It creates a hostile work environment.

6. It’s the old American Double Standard, ya know: Say one thing, do somethin’ different. And of course this country is founded on the double standard. That’s our history. We were founded on a very basic double standard: This country was founded by slave owners who wanted to be free.

7. Isn’t it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do “practice?”

8. How can [God] be perfect? Everything He ever makes dies.”

9. If you take five white guys and put ’em with five black guys, and let ’em hang around together for about a month, and at the end of the month, you’ll notice that the white guys are walking and talking and standing like the black guys do. You’ll never see the black guys going, “Oh, golly! We won the big game today, yes sir!” But you’ll see guys with red hair named Duffy going, “What’s happenin’?”

10. Cloud nine gets all the publicity, but cloud eight actually is cheaper, less crowded, and has a better view.

11. Some national parks have long waiting lists for camping reservations. When you have to wait a year to sleep next to a tree, something is wrong.

12. Here’s another question I have: How come when it’s us, it’s an abortion, and when it’s a chicken, it’s an omelet? Are we so much better than chickens all of a sudden? When did this happen; that we passed chickens in goodness? Name six ways we’re better than chickens. See, nobody can do it! You know why? Because chickens are decent people. You don’t see chickens hanging around in drug gangs, do you? No. You don’t see a chicken strapping some guy to a chair and hooking up his nuts to a car battery, do you? When’s the last chicken you heard about came home from work and beat the shit out of his hen, huh? Doesn’t happen. Because chickens are decent people.

13. People who say they don’t care what people think are usually desperate to have people think they don’t care what people think.

14. Electricity is really just organized lightning.

15. We’re so self-important. So arrogant. Everybody’s going to save something now. Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save the snails. And the supreme arrogance? Save the planet! Are these people kidding? Save the planet? We don’t even know how to take care of ourselves; we haven’t learned how to care for one another. We’re gonna save the fuckin’ planet? And, by the way, there’s nothing wrong with the planet in the first place. The planet is fine. The people are fucked! Compared with the people, the planet is doin’ great. It’s been here over four billion years The planet isn’t goin’ anywhere, folks. We are! We’re goin’ away. Pack your shit, we’re goin’ away. And we won’t leave much of a trace. Thank God for that. Nothing left. Maybe a little Styrofoam. The planet will be here, and we’ll be gone. Another failed mutation, another closed-end biological mistake.

16. Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.

17. Religion has convinced people that there’s an invisible man living in the sky, who watches everything you do every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a list of ten specific things he doesn’t want you to do. And if you do any of these things, he will send you to a special place, of burning and fire and smoke and torture and anguish for you to live forever, and suffer and burn and scream until the end of time. But he loves you. He loves you and He needs money.

18. The reason they call it the American Dream is because you have to be asleep to believe it.

19. Catholics and other Christians are against abortions and they’re against homosexuals. Well who has less abortions than homosexuals? Leave these fucking people alone for Christ’s sake. Here is an entire class of people guaranteed never to have an abortion and the Catholics and the Christians are just tossing them aside. You’d think they’d make natural allies. Go look for consistency in religion.

20. If honesty were suddenly introduced into American life, the whole system would collapse.

21. Capitalism tries for a delicate balance: It attempts to work things out so that everyone gets just enough stuff to keep them from getting violent and trying to take other people’s stuff.

22. So about 80 years after the Constitution is ratified, the slaves are freed. Not so you’d really notice it of course; just kinda on paper. And that of course was at the end of the Civil War. Now there is another phrase I dearly love. That is a true oxymoron if I’ve ever heard one: “Civil War.” Do you think anybody in this country could ever really have a civil war? “Say, pardon me?” (shoots gun) “I’m awfully sorry. Awfully sorry.”

23. When you’re born you get a ticket to the freak show. When you’re born in America, you get a front-row seat.

24. So maybe it’s not the politicians who suck; maybe it’s something else. Like the public. That would be a nice realistic campaign slogan for somebody: “The public sucks. Elect me.” Put the blame where it belongs: on the people. Because if everything is really the fault of politicians, where are all the bright, honest, intelligent Americans who are ready to step in and replace them? Where are these people hiding? The truth is, we don’t have people like that. Everyone’s at the mall, scratching his balls and buying sneakers with lights in them. And complaining about the politicians.

25. Men are from Earth, women are from Earth. Deal with it.

26. I’m completely in favor of the separation of Church and State. These two institutions screw us up enough on their own, so both of them together is certain death.

27. I don’t like ass kissers, flag wavers or team players. I like people who buck the system. Individualists. I often warn people: “Somewhere along the way, someone is going to tell you, ‘There is no “I” in team.’ What you should tell them is, ‘Maybe not. But there is an “I” in independence, individuality and integrity.‘” Avoid teams at all cost. Keep your circle small. Never join a group that has a name. If they say, “We’re the So-and-Sos,” take a walk. And if, somehow, you must join, if it’s unavoidable, such as a union or a trade association, go ahead and join. But don’t participate; it will be your death. And if they tell you you’re not a team player, congratulate them on being observant.

28. They say rather than cursing the darkness, one should light a candle. They don’t mention anything about cursing a lack of candles.

29. Boy, these conservatives are really something, aren’t they? They’re all in favor of the unborn. They will do anything for the unborn. But once you’re born, you’re on your own. Pro-life conservatives are obsessed with the fetus from conception to nine months. After that, they don’t want to know about you. They don’t want to hear from you. No nothing. No neonatal care, no day care, no head start, no school lunch, no food stamps, no welfare, no nothing. If you’re preborn, you’re fine; if you’re preschool, you’re fucked.

30. Some people dream of things that never were and ask, “Why not?” Some people have to go to work and don’t have time for all that shit.

31. I don’t understand why prostitution is illegal. Selling is legal. Fucking is legal. Why isn’t selling fucking legal? You know, why should it be illegal to sell something that’s perfectly legal to give away? I can’t follow the logic on that one at all! Of all the things you can do, giving someone an orgasm is hardly the worst thing in the world. In the army they give you a medal for spraying napalm on people. In civilian life you go to jail for giving someone an orgasm.

32. Comedy is filled with surprise, so when I cross a line, I like to find out where the line might be and then cross it deliberately, and then make the audience happy about crossing the line with me.

33. There are over seventeen thousand golf courses in America, they average over one hundred and fifty acres a piece. That’s three million plus acres, four thousand, eight hundred and twenty square miles. You could build two Rhode Islands and a Delaware for the homeless on the land currently being wasted on this meaningless, mindless, arrogant, elitist, racist, there’s another thing; the only blacks you’ll find at country clubs are carrying trays. And a boring game. A boring game for boring people. You ever watch golf on television? It’s like watching flies fuck!

34. I am perfectly willing to share the room with a fly, as long as he is patrolling that portion of the room I don’t occupy. But if he starts that smart-ass fly shit, buzzing my head and repeatedly landing on my arm, he is engaging in high-risk behavior.

35. And you might have noticed something else. The sanctity of life doesn’t seem to apply to cancer cells, does it? You rarely see a bumper sticker that says: “Save the tumors.” Or “I brake for advanced melanoma.” No, viruses, mold, mildew, maggots, fungus, weeds, E. Coli bacteria, the crabs. Nothing sacred about those things. So at best the sanctity of life is kind of a selective thing. We get to choose which forms of life we feel are sacred, and we get to kill the rest. Pretty neat deal, huh? You know how we got it? We made the whole fucking thing up!

36. Have you ever wondered why Republicans are so interested in encouraging people to volunteer in their communities? It’s because volunteers work for no pay. Republicans have been trying to get people to work for no pay for a long time.

37. Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.

38. When fascism comes to America, it will not be in brown and black shirts. It will not be with jack-boots. It will be Nike sneakers and Smiley shirts. Germany lost the Second World War. Fascism won it. Believe me, my friend.

39. Here’s some bumper stickers I’d like to see: “We are the proud parents of a child whose self esteem is sufficient that he doesn’t need us promoting his minor scholastic achievements on the back of our car.” “We are the proud parents of a child who has resisted his teachers’ attempts to break his spirit and bend him to the will of his corporate masters.” “We have a daughter in public school who hasn’t been knocked up yet.” “We have a son in public school who hasn’t shot any of his classmates yet. But he does sell drugs to your honor student. Plus he knocked up your daughter.” “We are the embarrassed parents of a cross-eyed little nit-wit who at the age of ten not only continues to wet the bed but also shits on the school bus.”

40. People are fucking nuts. This country is full of nitwits and assholes. You ever notice that? Nitwits, assholes, fuckups, scumbags, jerkoffs, and dipshits. And they all vote. In fact, sometimes you get the impression that they’re the only ones who vote.

41. Ever notice that anyone going slower than you is an idiot, but anyone going faster is a maniac?

42. Rights aren’t rights if someone can take them away. They’re privileges. That’s all we’ve ever had in this country, is a bill of temporary privileges. And if you read the news even badly, you know that every year the list gets shorter and shorter. You see all, sooner or later. Sooner or later, the people in this country are gonna realize the government does not give a fuck about them! The government doesn’t care about you, or your children, or your rights, or your welfare or your safety. It simply does not give a fuck about you! It’s interested in its own power. That’s the only thing. Keeping it and expanding it wherever possible.

43. The IQ and the life expectancy of the average American recently passed each other in opposite directions.

44. When it comes to God’s existence, I’m not an atheist and I’m not an agnostic. I’m an acrostic: the whole thing puzzles me.

45. The things that matter in this country have been reduced in choice, there are two political parties, there are a handful insurance companies, there are six or seven information centers, but if you want a bagel there are 23 flavors. Because you have the illusion of choice.

46. Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.

47. Let me get a sip of water here…you figure this stuff is safe to drink? Actually, I don’t care, I drink it anyway. You know why? Because I’m an American and I expect a little cancer in my food and water. I’m a loyal American and I’m not happy unless I let government and industry poison me a little bit every day.

48. Here’s all you have to know about men and women: women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid.

49. Religion is nothing but mind control. Religion is just trying to control your mind, control your thoughts, so they’re gonna tell you some things you shouldn’t say because they’re…sins. And besides telling you things you shouldn’t say, religion is gonna suggest some things that you ought to be saying; “Here’s something you ought to say first thing when you wake up in the morning; here’s something you ought to say just before you go to sleep at night; here’s something we always say on the third Wednesday in April after the first full moon in spring at 4 o’clock when the bells ring.” Religion is always suggesting things you ought to be saying.

50. I have certain rules I live by. My first rule: I don’t believe anything the government tells me. […] I look at war a little bit differently. To me, war is a lot of prick-waving! OK? Simple thing. That’s all it is. War is a whole lot of men standing out on a field waving their pricks at one another. Men are insecure about the size of their dicks, and so they have to kill one another over the idea. That’s what all that asshole jock bullshit is all about. That’s what all that adolescent, macho, male posturing and strutting in bars and locker rooms is all about. It’s called “dick fear!” Men are terrified that their pricks are inadequate and so they have to compete with one another, to feel better about themselves, and since war is the ultimate competition, basically, men are killing each other in order to improve their self-esteem! You don’t have to be a historian or a political scientist to see the bigger-dick foreign policy at work. It sounds like this: “What, they have bigger dicks? Bomb them!” And of course, the bombs and the rockets and the bullets are all shaped like dicks. It’s a subconscious need to project the penis into other people’s affairs. It’s called “fucking with people!”

51. If it’s true that our species is alone in the universe, then I’d have to say that the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little.

Sand Castles D.H.

Words: 1,270
Warnings: Swearing
Notes: I wrote this to the song ‘Sand Castles’ by Beyonce and I thought Derek would be perfect for this prompt. I would link the song in youtube but none are the actual song, so I apologize for that, anyways, I’ll stop rambling so enjoy!

We built sand castles / that washed away

The thought of leaving has been dangling over your head for weeks, you thought Derek would catch on, you told him how you’ve felt on numerous occasions, you’ve practically spelled it out for him. Nothing has changed. You stand, staring at the photo beside your shared bed; it’s your favorite. You’ve spent three years with him, but no picture will ever be close to how perfect this one is. You remember the day well, the pack took a vacation to the beach and you insisted for Derek to take a picture with you; after minutes of pleading he finally gave in. You’re in mid-laugh, holding some sort of sea creature that began to move in your hand. Derek’s eyes, however, are on you, his arm is wrapped around your torso not daring to let go; it’s the only photo in the whole loft that he is smiling in. None of that seems to matter anymore.

I made you cry / when I walked away

He stands unable to look into your eyes, “Derek, I’m sorry.” was the only thing you could think of to say.

“You’re not the one who should be apologizing.” his eyes look towards the sky, trying his best to keep the tears contained within him, “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” the invisible wall broke, streams stain his cheeks, you hated being the reason to cause him pain. You wanted to pull him into you, you wanted to hold him, to do anything to make him feel less sad, but you knew that if you touched him you wouldn’t be able to leave. Your body forces itself to turn, it forces you away from the man you love, and like a machine you make it into your car and down the road before your own tears fall.

Dishes smashed on my counter / from our last encounter

“You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into when you said yes to dating me!” he screams at you from across the kitchen.

“When we first started dating you actually made me a priority, when was the last time we spent time together? When was the last time you even asked me how my day was? It’s been months, Derek. I don’t remember the last time you didn’t have an excuse with the pack”-

“I’ve been busy! Do you not get that?” He shouts back, banging his fist on the counter with such rage you’re surprised it didn’t crumble.

“I do get that, but Scott still makes time for Kira, they go on dates all the time. That used to be us, I’m not saying you can’t be with the pack and work, all I’m saying is that I would like to see my boyfriend.” your voice strains from the yelling.

“Do you think I don’t want to spend time with you?”

“I don’t know what to think anymore, are you even with the pack? Are you being loyal? Do you even want to be with me?” the questions you’ve kept bottled inside pour out of your mouth without warning, you don’t even try to stop them.

“Oh my fucking god, are you kidding me? You think I’m cheating? You’ve fucking lost it, I can’t believe you.” he shakes his head a smile spreading across his features.

“I’m glad you think that my worries are amusing.” You roll your eyes and try to move past him and out of the kitchen.

“My pack is the most important thing to me, these are the responsibilities as an alpha, this is my family, family comes before a silly girlfriend.” his words drip with venom, each one of them tear into you.

“Then why are you with me?” you chuck a dish across the room out of despair, a loud crash echoed through the loft as the plate burst into tiny pieces, “Why did you make me waste three years on you?” another dish, “Why did you make me fall in love with you?” you ignore the tears that started to fall, “You could’ve said something along time ago and saved me all this pain.” You push past his frame and tiptoe around the shards on your floor, without another word you disappear up the stairs.

What is it about you / that I can’t erase

4:26am, the bed sheets were cool against your skin, moonlight casts shadows around the bedroom. Your arm outstretched towards Derek, you wanted to pull him closer to warm your body but you were welcomed with an empty bed. You’re not used to sleeping alone, up until last week Derek would’ve been there to pull you closer to his chest, you’d be able to listen to his breathing to lull you to sleep, you’d know that you were protected all night long, that nothing could ever hurt you. But you are alone, sleeping in a house miles away from the loft. You picture Derek in your mind, his green eyes that would trail over you no matter what you were wearing, his hand and how perfect it molded together with yours, his smile that was only genuine around you. You groan, trying block him out entirely, but that won’t be possible now, maybe not ever.  

Your heart is broken / cause I walked away

Your phone vibrates from across the room, ‘SCOTT MCCALL’ lights up the screen. “Hey, Scott, what’s up?” you smile and sit on the couch, awaiting to hear what he has to say.

“Is it true? About you and Derek, I mean.” your silence was the dreaded answer that he was looking for, “Look, Y/N, I know you don’t want to hear this but Derek needs you. None of us have seen him this messed up, I think you need to go see him. He loves you and you love him, don’t throw this all away over something that can be worked out, okay?” Maybe leaving wasn’t the best idea for you two, you built so much together and would hate yourself forever if you tore it down.

Show me your scars / and I won’t walk away

Your hands tremble as your finger presses the doorbell, moments later Derek reveals himself. He looks almost as bad as you feel, eyes swollen, beard more unshaven than usual, his hair in all different directions, but somehow you still find him as handsome as ever. “Hi.” You give him a slight smile unaware of how he’ll react to your presence. He mumbles your name and looks you over as if you’re not even there.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” he grabs you by the hand and pulls you into his chest, instantaneously you melt into him, it feels like forever since you’ve been able to touch him. Derek isn’t one to portray to his feelings to anyone, you were different. Derek was never afraid to show you how he felt, he never hid if he was beaten, never pushed you away if he cried, never looked away when he smiled, he was raw with his feelings and today was no different. “I love you.” he holds you close, terrified that if he’ll let go, you’ll leave him again.

“Then prove it.” You whispered holding him just as close, refusing to walk away this time.

“I will, I promise, just don’t leave me again.” He whispers into your hair.

“I won’t, I’m here to stay this time.” You pull away, sweeping your thumbs under his eyes to rid the water. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” You giggle pushing him back into the loft as if nothing had ever changed.

Toxic masculinity doesn’t respect boundaries; legal or emotional, physical or intangible. Men don’t know what it feels like to venture out into the world every day scared because those around them will scale walls to prey on them. They don’t know what it’s like to modify their existence so as to create the safest environment to exist in, day in and day out.

I grew up in a suburb close to New York City. Weekends were spent venturing in and out of the strictly codified blocks of architectural wonders and seas of people.

The first time I took the train to the city without any adults or male friends, I was eighteen. It was December and my best friend, also a female and also my age, had come from college for the first time. We decided to explore the extravagant holiday window displays one can only really witness in NYC.

We stayed close to one another, held hands, avoided eye contact. This is what we were taught to do. This is how we were socialized.

Hours passed, the sun went down, the holiday lights were turned on, holiday music filled the air, and the city became cinematic.

Our hands were still clasped onto one another’s. Our eyes only venturing from each other’s faces to the buildings and crafted displays presented to us.

But our behavior, modified, wasn’t enough to keep us safe.

The boundaries and walls we constructed around ourselves weren’t strong enough. The rules and practices we were taught to keep ourselves safe proved to be nothing but failed myths passed from generation to generation of women to create a false sense of security.

It got darker. We began to make our way to the train station.

Men started catcalling. Started getting closer, as if they thought the night sky would serve as a cloak, making their behavior excusable, making them invisible, invincible.

We held each other’s hands tighter. Walked faster. Stopped speaking, so as to be able to hear the actions of those around us easier.

A group of six men surrounded us, unafraid that their actions were seen by others, undeterred by the walls that my friend and I had painstakingly built around us.

One man took my hand, another took my friend’s. They began to whisper in our ears, and tried to pull us away from one another, but we wouldn’t let each other go. The grip my friend and I had on one another became painful, but it was our last link to safety.

We continued walking, as did they, now connected to us.

Petrified, my friend stayed silent. We passed a church, decorated in flashing lights. A plastic manger, cracked and faded with years of wear, quickly became the backdrop for our assault.

I heard my voice, unaware that I’d spoken, high and piercing, shatter the tense air around us.

“We’re only 15.”

I lied. They laughed. They continued on in their hunting of us. A fabricated age could not protect us. These men knew no boundary.

I realized that everything I had been socialized and taught to do to deter men from preying on me did not matter. It was constantly hunting season and I was constantly depicted as prey.

Violently, I freed my right hand from the prison it had been isolated in, shocking the man who had previously had possession of it. Still gripping my friend’s hand, I pulled her as hard as I could, releasing her from the other man’s grasp on her left hand, and began sprinting and screaming.

The men followed us for a block.

We ran all the way to the train station.

The only noises I heard, in a city full of sound, while running, were the pounding of my feet on the cement laden sidewalks and my friend’s choked sobs.

Toxic masculinity doesn’t respect boundaries. It doesn’t see women as autonomous human beings, but as objects to conquer.

It doesn’t care about age and it doesn’t care about the regimen you’ve crafted to keep yourself safe. It will knock your expertly crafted walls down, rendering your safety system obsolete.

Assault is never a victim’s fault. Assault is the fault of toxic masculinity and imbalanced power relationships.

I’ve experienced a lot since this incident. I moved to the city, I became a constant target. I’ve been scared, I’ve been preyed upon, but I will not shut myself out from the outside world to keep myself “safe.” I’ve become stronger, I’ve learned to look men in their eyes and say, “No,” but the tactics I’ve acquired since I was 18 are not impenetrable. These tactics just help me to construct new walls, walls that aren’t always respected.

Toxic masculinity’s inability to see women as autonomous beings who deserve peace and safety won’t drive me to live behind closed doors. I understand why some women subject themselves to isolation. And I respect that. But I cannot. And I may pay a price for my defiance, but freedom always comes with violent blowback.