they are happening in the stolen time

At the end of the day I refuse to be swayed or convinced by articles and thinkpieces with flowery/decorative language if the ideas contained within are stale, or worse, stolen from a different writer and then revised for a bigger publication. Btw that < has actually happened to me a few times and I’ve had to hold my tongue from calling out the people that did it bc I know how the industry works and know that readers are always more excited to read about a lived in political issue if it’s done in a voyeuristic way. It’s easier for lefty middle class writers to indulge themselves into thinking they’re open minded if they can read something from a priveleged writer who is far-removed from the consequences of that issue. It requires no real reflexivity and pacifies the seriousness of what is discussed, and is mostly self serving so the reader never has to think about it in a comprehensive way again IMO

anonymous asked:

Sheith for the otp meme?

agghhh I love sheith so much I’m sorry

  • Which one sexts like a straight white boy?
    • Keith, but only the occasional stolen meme from the paladin group chat
  • Which one cried during a fucking disney movie?
    • Shiro doesn’t cry too much but there’s always at least a sniffle and single tear.
  • Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?
    • Keith did it and he’s not even sorry the explosion looked cool
  • Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?
    • Shiro did it once and Keith just pretended it wasn’t happening
  • Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?
    • Shiro does it all the time and around the fourth time he gets kicked to the couch
  • Who had that embarrassing Reality TV marathon?
    • They only watch quality TV- that’s a lie they watch cryptid hunting shows together all the time
  • Who laughs more during sex?
    • Shiro does but that’s cause Keith unintentionally does really cute things and he’s just so adorable sometimes 
  • WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON?
    • Keith, it’s a blessing to be spooned by Shiro
Death of a Duskbringer

With the exception of Glittercunt and her antics, Eilithe had enjoyed the Midsummer Night Revelry. Iceilla made it to the semi-finals, losing to who would become the champion over all. The shipments she had-had stolen, to be retrieved in a days time. The harbor’s reconstruction coming along. This was the way of things in Eilithe Duskbringer’s life. Three steps forward, and one back. 


On the streets of Stormwind, Eilithe took pause over the bridge connecting the Dwarven District and Old Town. In the distance she heard the screaming of a slew of people she detested, which made stopping by the tea house all but Not Happening. 

She was never able to stand alone long, one Puer Solis or another finding their way to her eventually. The first was Braec, who appeared from the skies with a gentle smile. The second, Venareth- the mute druid whom she had known for some time but only recently brought under her army. 

He was mute- or at least unable to speak aloud, finding it easy to connect with Eilithe’s thoughts by way of magic. She was elated to introduce the two- druid to druid, a Kaldorei, a recipe for a friend meant for her husband. Braec was notoriously hard to please- how could Venareth by any sort of different. 


“But of course you can hear him just fine..”

Elle had a point, a chunk of men in the world would have had a problem with a whispered conversation between their wife and another man. Of course, Eilithe had these conversations often and with multiple men to whom she did not- nor ever planned to share a bed with. The very suggestion that she was being irrational at her husband came with a swell of rage that she could not keep quiet. 

“Perhaps I’ve just gotten tired of feigning my respect for people I’ve just met. It can be earned, not guaranteed.”

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Any reason Elle had breathed into Eilithe ear, shattered under to force of Braec’s words. "You expect them to respect you when I have to nag you for almost ten years to get you to even pretend to want to do something for someone besides yourself or me? TEN FUCKING YEARS! You are so full of yourself that you can’t give someone a chance to even get closed to you. Its a fucking wonder we ended up married, I guess its a good thing that you wanted to fuck me or you wouldn’t have given me the time of day!

The fact that you expect me to always pretend is exactly the problem. I’m to pretend that I implicitly respect everyone to the point that I’d throw myself into life or death combat for them. I’m to -pretend- that I’ve no problem taking in a child born from demon scum, if only because it would put you at ease. But, of course, I’m also to pretend that it doesn’t exhaust me.“ When she took to devaluing their marriage, the druid’s expression grew even more sour. "It’s a good thing I’m fine with our marriage really just being for us, otherwise I might have to pretend that it doesn’t bother me that no stranger would even know we were married. Ahh, but it’s better for you that way, so you can dangle the idea of taking my name as some sort of appeasement when you think you may have upset me; only to dismiss it once the convenience has passed.” He leaned in, his face set into a scowl. “But, I don’t think that promise will work this time.

Eilithe do you really do that? Elle asked in words meant only for her. 

Yes

How can you even ask me that? 

Kurel An'Diel is not scum, he’s a good person but you wouldn’t know that would you? You have never taken the time to get to know someone– perhaps that is why I feel the need to urge  you to do so. Is that what you want? Me to take your last name.” 

She shouted for the city, “That’s Eilithe Amberbark! Best not mistake me for Duskbringer!”


Maybe I should have you tell me all the times I’ve spoken out against you owning whore houses and drug dens; I can only remember the  once, if I recall. But of course, that did come with a vicious response, and it was clearly before we were married! I would’ve known better otherwise!“ He trailed off after Eilithe, so they could take their shouting match on the road.

It had been an exhausting thirty minutes, though that had been the break. 

I’m glad you would see me in the Stocks and be right, than keep that shit to yourself.“ She turned back around, ”You were most certainly a saint back then too, weren’t you? Fucking a married woman.“


Originally posted by evadaily

Were you the married woman? Elle asked in a way Eilithe swore she could hear the disdain. 

I was.

When she reached the overlook, the first thing she drew was the vial which contents were brown like molasses. It tasted just as sweet- though it had been almost two years since she had let its contents slide down her throat and warm her stomach. Almost two years since she had come to this spot with the intent of giving up.

The vial clicked against the stone as she sat it beside her, like any old friend who had come to sit with her. The friend was short lived as Braec’s fingers tossed it over only to have it smash on the ground below. 

I wasn’t going to take it– i just needed it there to remind me.” 

His body was warm when he sat next to her, this was who she married- not the screaming man before. “I know, but I needed the space to sit down.” It came with light humor, before he wrapped an arm around her- letting her weak heart sob. “I don’t want you to take my name because you’re mad- I want you to take it because you  want it.” 

I do want it, Braec- but I am the last of my name by all respect. I want to be an Amberbark but I am a Duskbringer. I want to be both.” 

“You are both.” 

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hey hello here’s the car boys unifying theory, i made a fun corkboard with the thread everywhere just like them conspiracy theorists in the movies

spoilers for the finale of car boys & the stolen century arc of the adventure zone follow

the crutch of this theory rests on the the two endings being separate timelines: the boystos/separation timeline (the bad ending) [the ending shown before the credits, when griffin and nick are separated and set adrift in endless emptiness] and the candle in the wind timeline (the true ending) [the after-credits ending, griffin and nick stuck in the car together, perpetually fleeing from the blob through the time ring] {there is no good end}

the separation timeline / bad end

  • most of what happens in this timeline to the boys is based off this video by youtube user brockrin- which the boys have tweeted about so by my standards its canon plflfnfft
  • to sum it up- alone for an eternity in endless Nothingness, the boys become the bustos-  nick 1.0 and griffin 2.0- and attempt to go back and stop themselves in the past from fucking everything up, but fail
  • this timeline (im sorry for homestuck terminology but,) is a stable time loop, nothing ever changes- its them going around and around again trying and failing to stop themselves. its bad
  • but its important to note that griffin and nick were not the only ones in the time ring when they got separated- which brings me to Ball
  • Ball has qualities of both the ovo and the blob, as it has blob-like physics (even leading to the it hates water! revelation) and its roundness and fondness of rolling just like ovo
  • Ball becomes separated from itself. the white sections become the ovo, and the black sections the blob

the candle in the wind timeline / true end

  • now things get a little buckwild
  • the basic premise of this timeline is that nick and griffin stay in the waterproof pessima lx for , basically eternity, travelling through the time ring in an endless chase with the blob
  • the reason that they don’t break down like in the bad end is pretty much that being stuck in a perpetual expanse of time and space with a friend is infinitely better than being stuck there alone
  • this is where coolgames inc starts! essentially a way to pass time when youve quite literally got nothing but time. (and as nick said, there’s wifi in the void)
  • this is where the guest-o-matic in the cgi animations comes in! and, in addition, there is a “canon” connection with cb in the cook for cube cgi animation- perhaps the two timelines converging for just a second ? 
  • uncle buck from uncle buck
  • in the time ring we see countless galaxies pass by as they travel downwards- they travel through endless amounts of realities and planes as the blob pursues them
  • taking a moment here to explain something else integral to this- in car boys, nick has the power of creation, the ability to spawn and create objects in the game. griffin, conversely, has the power of manipulation, he’s much of the driving force behind important decisions and actions taken in the show. this becomes important
  • this is when touch the skyrim takes place- in a number of the universes they pass through down and down into the time ring, griffin takes advantage of these powers of manipulation to modify the word around them because like why not, its fun
  • what’s wrong with this dream, nick
  • as the boys + the blob pass through universe after universe in the time ring, the bob catalyzes the event in the original universe of Jon (taz) that originally creates the hunger- the blob merges with the inhabitants of that universe and the hunger is born 
    (note: this may be edited in the coming weeks as we learn more abt the hunger and its origin)
  • and the boys realize this- that the universes that theyre passing through are being consumed behind them- and they begin looking for a solution, which materializes in the form of the original taz universe, the homeworld of thb and ipre and all that. 
  • it’s also at this point that the light of creation really like, becomes the light of creation its- its nick? its nick. nick is the light of creation. this fact being proposed is what prompted me to make this theory in the first place
  • griffin shapes the world of taz and becomes the dm/narrator (note especially in recent episodes during the into to taz the narrator uses ‘we’ and ‘us’- as if he is part of this world and is involved in the story) and the two boys follow the ipre through the planes of existence in order to help them find a way to defeat the hunger/blob and save all of reality from the monster that they created
  • and i think its a canon thing that the light of creation is split into the relics? that happens. thats pretty sad i think
  • ..until we get to the present- the hunger descending upon what will likely be the multiverse’s final stand against the hunger in the main taz universe (the one with two moons and stuff). cant wait for the taz finale bros

other things & honorable mentions

  • thanks to everyone in the mcelstuck & car boys discord for help with this whole thing! 
  • @rikki-tikki-taako​‘s explanation of how the true timeline boys are saved from the bad timeline: “what i’m getting at is why didn’t true timeline nick and griffin get separated and warped
    the true saviors of true timeline nick and griffin
    emoji car and miku car
    embodiments of crucial aspects of nick and griffins beings, their integrity largely untampered with(i don’t believe either of them ever god trashed), and bow i think of it relatively unscathed compared to the horrors introduced to everything else because there were always more important matters to draw nick and griffin away, they came just when nick and griffin didn’t have time to make the same mistakes as all the other timelines
    so in the midst of god trashing, their pillars distorting, they combined with their respective aspects and regained their conceptual integrity, in a way like pause error respawning frequently merged objects in beamng, the pause indicated by their seeming lack of awareness of having to merge with them”
  • @cinnamon-marthmallows​ originally came up with “nick is the light of creation”, the fact that spawned this entire theory
  • @goodraandyy​‘s infograph on the split timelines and commentary on the ball/blob/hunger that you should check out & reblog here
    “ball turned into the blob which followed nick and griffin towards the taz universe - however, it is not john himself, it was simply drawn to his misery and suffering and mistook him for nick and griffin. john then harboured the power of the blob to create the hunger storm, which took over the universe“
  • @horticulturelesbian​ created the car boys discord thank u so much kar
  • @cheshiure​ compiled the cb unifying theory google doc
  • @coneboyofficial made this beautiful image
  • @magehand​ for this image: 
  • @babylonian @griffins-tumbo

tl;dr

  • the two endings of car boys are separate timelines
  • griffin and nick in the bad/pre-credits timeline became the bustos, Ball became the ovo & the blob
  • griffin and nick in the true/post-credits timeline continued travelling through the time ring, coming up with coolgames inc and touch the skyrim
  • the hunger is born from the blob interacting with jon’s whole deal
  • taz happens, griffin becomes the dm, nick becomes the light of creation, the boys follow the ipre gang through the universes to try and find a way to finally defeat it

thanks everybody 

yes, i can stick magnets on my arm.

but i only do it for a good cause. the letters are magnetic. repainting the arm is too much work

steve decided he wanted to draw this because the last time i did something like this there wasn’t anything to prove it had happened. (last time i painted ‘die nazi scum’ on the side of a tank which id stolen from the nazis. the 40s were a wild time my friends)

(This is for sale on redbubble, both with and without the text and red circle. A black background version is under the cut, just because it looks cool.)

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it’s not a big deal but my entire life when i was funny i was sassy. i think about that a lot. about how sometimes my brother would tell the same stories, same inflections, same characters - but he was clever, he was funny. i was just… sassy. my sarcasm and sharp tongue and wit were always whittled down into kind of a bitch. when he was the class clown or a riot or a great guy, i was a problem student who couldn’t shut up, a disruption, an attention whore. i talked less than him. kept the ice to a minimum. pulled the bow of my arrow voice a little shorter than he did. he could step over lines and dance between them with entire rooms laughing. but when i did that, i was kind of full of myself. i was seen as loud, overly dramatic; my humor too dark or too quick or too feminine.

there’s power in making people laugh. it draws you into them. it’s a good thing to feel you’re making someone happy. i watch boys at parties who are so funny and everyone loves him and how they cackle and howl and never worry they’re taking up too much of their audience’s attention. how when i chime in, when i’m just as funny - if not funnier than them - all hell breaks loose. how fast they get vicious to me. how fast they turn their comments onto my personality. how fast they scramble to be the center of attention again: in an instant, the funny stories become snide comments. and i’m quiet again. 

sassy girl gets told to sit down. she gets called up to the front of the class because oh, if you’re so smart, why don’t you teach the lesson. sassy girl gets cast as villain in all her musicals, because princesses don’t use the bitterness in their souls. sassy is ugly ursula, is wicked witch, is snide sidekick. sassy girl makes you laugh when you’ve been crying so much you feel sick. sassy girl listens to you while you spill your secrets, knows when to make a joke and when to take thing serious. tell the cuban girl she’s sassy, watch her eyes roll, watch her heat up, use that latin anger that whips in octopus tentacles out of her. she takes everything so seriously. she needs to calm down, practice ladylike, less swears and less blasphemy and less sassy.

my brother easily relates to “funny.” my brother and most boys i know pride themselves on their humor. they know they can throw a comment into the air and have it stick to the wall of their peers, they know even if it doesn’t land, everyone will just cover their ears. it’s not a big deal. it’s just if you have two people in equal situations, like a brother and a sister both with the same shared timing and humor and stories - some even stolen from each other word for word and with exact phrasing - and if one of those people is treated differently, usually something strange is happening. it’s not a big deal. it’s just i don’t really ever hear girls called funny. 

Warning to my fellow auties

So… does anyone remember when some assholes tried to start an “autistic selfie day” that just happened to fall on Blackout?

And how it turned out, after much detective work, to be a bunch of allistic trolls trying to use us as a weapon for their racism?

It’s happening again: People are claiming that “a-spec” was stolen from us by asexual and aromantic people.

THIS IS NOT TRUE.

“asexual/aromantic spectrum” has a history going back at least four years now, and “a-spec” at least two. Meanwhile, if you look around… where exactly in our community are those terms being used?

Further: A lot of auties are asexual or aromantic. Like… waaaay more than the general population. Last time I did an informal straw poll, the number was eight times higher than expected. This throws them under the bus, forcing them to pick one side of themselves to fight with the other.

This is a lie being spread by outside instigators who want us to be their weapon. Do not fall for it.

EDIT: Just to be clear, here, this is not a comment in any way on the relative evils of the bigotries involved here. This is just a reminder that people have tried to use us like this before, and they’re doing it again.

you know you’re fascinated by musicals when you’ve heard a musical soundtrack over and over again and you still have chills like it was the first time listening to it.

Gaslighting. The Gift that Keeps on Giving.

Ok, I officially suck at sarcasm. 

The trouble with gaslighting is that it sticks. It becomes such an ingrained part of who you are and how you think. 

Examples: 

You were told often as a child that “you are always in the way” 

You can be minding your own business, stood perfectly still, just looking or thinking and someone bumps into you. Your first instinct is to say “sorry”. If by some miracle the person who walked into you manages to say sorry first… what are you going to reply? You reply “No, it’s my fault.. I am always in the way”. 

You were blamed or yelled at for things you didn’t do as a child. 

Someone you work with has their purse stolen. Your immediate emotional response is guilt and fear. You expect to be blamed and yelled at. You expect to be questioned by the authorities. You may even search your mind over and over for a memory or a clue that actually you are responsible and you did take the purse. 

Trying to confront your abuser with the truth of what they said resulting in denial. 

Those few occasions when you tried to express your pain, you were told it didn’t happen or was never said to you. So now, every time someone says something hurtful to you, you don’t respond. You can’t trust what you heard. You look for other meanings or decide you must have misunderstood. 

You were told you are difficult and oversensitive. 

You cannot now trust your emotional responses. You are afraid to react and express yourself in case others see just how ridiculous you really are. You bottle up your emotions to the point you cannot even cry sometimes and you feel empty. 

Growing up you were often told you were unlikable and unlovable. 

You find yourself as an adult not pursuing friendships or relationships. If they don’t call you, it’s a rejection. If they cancel plans, it’s a rejection. You come to believe that you are intrinsically not wanted by anyone unless they put in enough effort to get to know you and make it inside your defences.

Everything is always your fault.

Your friend stopped talking to you and you are asked “What did you do wrong?”. Now, the ending of a relationship is a dark journey into despair trying to find the flaw in yourself that ended it. You may call that person promising to change, if they could just please tell you what you did that was so wrong. No matter if they treated you badly, they wouldn’t do that if you could just be better. 

You feel crazy.

You can’t trust what you hear, what you see, what you think or how you respond. Nothing is solid and tangible. It’s always the worst case scenario. You are afraid of yourself and everyone around you. You are terrified people will see the “real you” and you will never see them again. You can’t push your career or your education because you can’t believe in yourself. 

Gaslighting is insidious and invasive and changes everything about the way we relate to ourselves. The only way to fight it is to be mindful. Take the time to think before you respond. Challenge yourself daily. Teach your inner voice to be kind to you. Learn to trust your instincts. Believe in yourself and the wonderful,  imperfectly perfect human being that you are. 

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Plagiarized fics - asking for help from the 1D fandom

Hi everyone! I’m poking my head in your door from the Haikyuu fandom to ask you guys for help. I have spoken to quite a few people in the One Direction fandom thus far and I have been overwhelmed by their kindness, support, and how fast everyone I talked to acted to help me and my friend get this sorted out.

It came to my and my best friend ellessey-writes’s attention (confusing names, sorry! I’m Esselle) this morning that many of our fics had been stolen by the Tumblr/AO3 user Fruxoo, who has since deleted her accounts.

Here are two screenshots of Fruxoo’s fics, posted in April. The first is a direct copy of my story Hunger, completed last June 2016. The second is the summary from Ellie’s story Tea and Sympathy, posted January of this year. The entire text of every fic Fruxoo stole has been copied almost exactly word for word from our fics, changing only the names and other relevant character info.

I messaged her privately and asked that she post an explanation on Tumblr, as well as replace the text of her stolen works with links to our respective stories, in order to notify any readers who enjoyed these works. Unfortunately, she didn’t respond. Now that she has taken everything down, that’s no longer possible.

It would mean the world to Ellie and I if people would help spread the word about what happened. Last year, between the two of us, we wrote 626,000 words. We poured all our energy and love (and time!) into these stories, and to have someone copy them word for word, lie to people who were kind enough to comment or send asks as if they had thought up the ideas on their own, and interact with other people in the 1D fandom based off of love for OUR writing, is devastating to us both. This was going on for at least 2.5 months.

Besides the two stories listed above, we know As Long As You’re Smiling was actually copied from ellessey-writes​​‘s fic The Chronicles of the Virgin Asahi. We think this is the first fic they grabbed, due to the note on the summary. Here is a masterpost of all Ellie’s works from last year, and a link to her AO3.

They also took my incubus story Dreamless and reposted it as Lilin. This fic was posted as a part of a collab for my close friend’s artwork. reallycorking​​ drew this (VERY NSFW) art as part of a 30 day challenge, and the two of us worked together for a full month on Dreamless. Here is my fic masterpost for last year, and a link to my AO3.

I wanted to share links to the rest of our work because we don’t know how many stories she stole (it seemed like there were around 10 in total). We didn’t even have time to make a note of everything before she removed her accounts. So we don’t know what people read and might want to re-find (if there’s any interest cross-fandom).

Again, the One Direction fandom has been so incredibly supportive (Gina, Ange, phd-mama, Emmi, Lisa and everyone who was so helpful and understanding). Ellie and I started off the morning crushed, and now I have comments in my inbox on the fics that were stolen, and asks on Tumblr showing support, and it’s nearly brought me to tears. Thank you all so much. If anyone who sees this would be kind enough to get the word out there in any way (reblogs, just telling your friends who’ve read these stories, anything!!), we’d be incredibly grateful.

THANK YOU, to everyone who takes the time to read this.

Movies I have about women succeeding in fields that other characters thought they couldn’t possibly be any good in:
  • Zootopia - In a world of talking animals, Judy Hopps becomes the first rabbit police officer. 
  • Hairspray - fat teenager Tracy Turnblad becomes a television dancer without losing weight; Inez Stubbs also becomes a television dancer despite being black in the 1960s USA. 
  • Legally Blonde - Elle Woods, a blonde ‘cheerleader-type’, becomes a lawyer. 
  • Strange Magic - Literal fairy princess Marianne learns how to sword fight, well enough to fight the king of the goblins to a draw. 
  • various Barbie movies - it’s a reoccurring theme in those. 
  • Quest For Camelot - Kaylee goes to retrieve the sword Excalibur, stolen from King Arthur by the ex-knight who killed her father ten years ago, and becomes a Knight of the Round Table herself.

I still have to get a copy of Hidden Figures, about the black women who worked for NASA as engineers, mathematicians, and computer-programmers during the Space Race - focusing mainly on Mary Jackson, Katherine Johnson (formerly Goble), and Dorothy Vaughan - but I have seen that movie too.

(Fun fact - Hidden Figures and Hairspray take place at the same time. Tracy’s first live television broadcast happens during John Glenn’s space flight.)

Could you imagine Prince Adam, in his Beast form, actually telling you his name? Like, that’s never really addressed, and I think it would happen so cutely? Slay me.

Originally posted by gwendoline

It starts off just like any day, and the two of you are eating breakfast across from each other at the table. There are stolen glances between the two of you and he just so happens to get caught looking at you more often than you get caught looking at him. And every time he looks at you and gets caught in the act of doing so, he gives you a rather bashful smile, bends his head down and pretends to be invested in the wood of the table. He wonders for a moment if you were really looking at him or not? Something sets off inside of him, as if he were burning from the inside out. He had never felt like this before.

Setting down your spoon, you laugh quietly and pat your mouth clean with your napkin. His blue eyes watch you rather intensely for a few seconds before he manages to murmur out a small, “Thank you for joining me for breakfast.”

This catches you off guard but you accept the gratitude and smile at him with a gentle, “My pleasure…” You trailed off. “Sir.” Mentally slapping yourself silly at calling him that, you stood up, ready to flee the room before he had the chance to ask you what you had just called him.

“Adam.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together. Had you just heard what you thought? Turning around, you faced him and gave him a look of skepticism. He looked back at you, his eyes now averting themselves from making any sort of contact with yours. His mouth moved as if he was rehearsing what he wanted to say to you next. “I’m sorry, what did you just…?” You started but got interrupted. 

“I’ve got so many people addressing me so properly,” He pursed his lips. He truly believed he didn’t deserve that sort of respect. He didn’t demand it, didn’t need it anymore. “It’d be nice—” He found himself fumbling for words. “Nice to hear you… yes, you… Say my actual name. I’ve thought him to be dead, when this curse took over my life but you’ve somehow… brought him back to life. So please, call me by my name.”

You could feel your heart swell at the pure kindness of his words and the meager fact that he wasn’t sure if they were coming out as perfectly as they sounded in side of his head. “And that’s…”

“Adam.” He didn’t want to be a prince in this moment. He wanted you to look at him as if he were like anyone else. And you were one of the few who actually did such a thing. He swallowed softly and looked up at you finally. His eyes were full of childish innocence. It was obvious that he hadn’t heard his name in years as it slipped from his mouth with a bit of remorse.

Nodding, you breathed out shakily and smiled sweetly at him, “Adam.” You whispered, the sound of your voice carrying into his senses. 

Yes, he liked the way that sounded. No, wait. Liked was a very understated way of putting it. He loved it.

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-he’s the most protective teddy bear ever

-being one of the only people who can get a rare smile out of him

-he gets so embarrassed by his love for you though

-like he’s supposed to be this tough guy and then he’s a puppy when you’re around

-lingering touches because every touch could be your last

-everyone getting adorable-overload when they see you together

-sharing a tent/room

-him being a human heater, seriously that boy is hot

-his hands are huge also so when he cups your face for kisses its amazing, or when his hands are on your hips, or just any time because hands

-hugs where he never wants to let go

-he’d never want you you go on dangerous missions though, unless he was there to make sure nothing happened

-he would not trust your safety to anyone other than himself

-sometimes he’d get you flowers from a nearby field

-or just any present he could manage

-he’d be a hand holder

-the happiest anyone ever sees him is when he’s with you

-private conversations in deserted corridors

-stolen kisses before missions

-yeah he’d be a face grabber for kisses

-sometimes you two have a day where you just lay in bed and try to forget everything else

-being good friends with Octavia

-Bellamy adoring you for being good friends with Octavia

-she’d constantly be bugging him about asking you to marry him

-he’d find little treasures, maybe a ring, and he’d ask you

-he’d always find cute dates for the two of you (because nothing but the best for his queen)

-him reading late at night while you sleep on his chest

-finding books for him because you know how much he loves to read

-him telling you stories about history

-reading in that voice of his to you while you try to fall asleep, his voice being the last thing you hear until you sleep

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okay but seriously in a modern au enjolras’ phone screen would be a nightmare.

like he’s always at protests so it’s gotta fall every once and a while (because, let’s be real, he’s always gonna have it on him in case of an emergency- i.e. his friends getting hurt and needing an ambulance) so the screen would be completely shattered.

i feel like he’d even manage to break otterboxes, too, with the amount of running around and general carelessness with his own wellbeing in comparison to others.

imagine his friends buying him a new phone case practically every week because he believes more in donating his money to people who need it or funding protests and projects rather than buying a new case.

imagine grantaire attempting to paint the cases in hopes that would give enjolras at least slight attachment to them and help him not break them as quick.

and,,it doesn’t really work.

but enjolras probably keeps a collection of the cracked painted cases because he admires r’s work so much.

imagine courfeyrac literally duct taping his phone to his hand, or jehan suggesting a purse.

enjolras would take the purse but he’d get annoyed with it while he runs or marches and he’d probably hand it to someone else and get his phone stolen.

just…enjolras and phones. probably not a good idea.

Imagine falling in love with Jensen while working on the set of Supernatural.


Only You

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared, mention of Danneel

Warnings: angst, fluff, language

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is the SIXTH fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, “Just because you love someone, doesn’t mean you should stick around and screw up their life.” It will be highlighted in the fic. This is written for @blacktithe7 I really don’t know where this came from. I hope you aren’t too disappointed.

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The grim photograph above depicts the lynching of Laura Nelson and her 15-year-old son, L.D. Nelson. Disturbingly, this photograph was once used as a proud postcard for Okemah, Oklahoma. On the 2nd of May, 1911, Deputy Sheriff George Loney formed a posse and made his way to the Nelson farm. A cow had been stolen from another nearby farm and they had penned L.D. as the thief of said cow. When they arrived at the house, L.D.’s father, Austin, confessed that he had stolen the cow purely because he had no money to feed his hungry family.

What happened next has been obscured by time; several reports offered different versions of events. What is known for fact is that a scuffle broke out and L.D. shot and killed Sheriff Loney. It was said that Laura had attempted to hide the gun so that violence could not unfold. Both L.D. and Laura were charged with the murder and sent to county jail, where they awaited their arraignment. However, that arraignment would never come.

On 24 May, a group of a dozen to 40 men arrived unannounced at the jail at approximately midnight. The men bound, gagged and blindfolded the jailer, rendering him unable to later identify them. Once he was immobilised, the group kidnapped Laura and L.D. from their cells. Several reports claim that Laura was raped my several of the kidnappers in her jail cell. From the jail, the lynchers took them to a bridge over the North Canadian River and hanged the mother and son.

Nobody was ever charged with the brutal murder but it was alleged that one of the perpetrators was Charley Guthrie, the father of the singer, Woody Guthrie.