this city is growing on me so much

I’m never going to be able to put into words how much you mean to me. You’re music has been the soundtrack to my life from my first day of high school, to my first day of college, to moving to a new city, to having my heart broken, to growing into the person I am today and everything else in between. Nothing will ever compare to the moment I walked up to hug you and you knew my name and mentioned a picture you’ve seen of me. You have so many fans, and I know you love us all equally, but you managed to make me feel so special. Thank you for the best day of my life. I’m endlessly proud of you and so grateful you chose me as one of the people that you shared your bomb new album with. Thank you for making me feel more than a friend than a fan. I love you forever, @taylorswift.

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This award is so much larger than me. This moment is about visibility and about representation. What and who we see in the media defines our perception of the world around us, and so to see ourselves in this picture of what is ‘normal’ and what is acceptable and what is beautiful is absolutely vital. In saying that, so much of the work that has contributed to our progress as a community is far less glamorous than the work that I’m being honored for tonight.

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supergirl season 1 appreciation week
day 6: best arc (cat’s growth through kara)

I just want you to know that working for you is a true honor. You are my role model, and you lead this city with such strength and grace. And underneath that prickly exterior you have the biggest heart of anyone I know. I just… I’m just trying to say thank you, for being an amazing mentor… and friend. 

Well, you’ve made quite the impression on me, too, Kiera.

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I should have taken more pictures but @beachcitycon was a total blast!! So glad I got the chance to go to the first year of this fun con, got to see a bunch of friends and meet new people too! Thanks so much to everyone who came to my panels and the meetup, or just said hi to me whenever we were around the con! It really made my weekend! Can’t wait to see how this con grows in the future

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Growing up in Detroit is the best thing that has ever happened to me that I did not choose. […] I was fortunate to grow up in a very strong cultural environment around a lot of Black people, who when you are judged, it is not as “the Black girl in class,” or as “the only minority.” I grew up being judged as Simone, the kid who is kind of weird, and is a little goofy, but also really smart. For me, that was a confidence builder, and it did so much to help shape me into the woman that I am today. I am forever grateful to that city, and to the people who allowed me to be me. I wish that more people could experience that, and I hope that one day when I’m able to start a family that my kids will be able to live in an environment that also encourages that.

“I was- I’m almost 400 years old, Alexander. Warlocks, as they get older, they start to calcify. They stop being able to feel things. To care, to be excited or surprised. I always told myself that would never happen to me. That I’d try to be like Peter Pan, never grow old but always retain a sense of wonder. Always fall in lover, be surprised, be open to being hurt as much as I was open to being happy. But over the last twenty years or so I felt it creeping up on me anyway. There was no one before you for a long time. Nobody I loved. No one who surprised me or took my breath away. Until you walked into that party, I was starting to think I’d never feel anything that strongly again.”

- Magnus Bane to Alec Lightwood

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[TRANS] BTS Japan Official Fanclub Magazine - Suga’s Biography

A mischievous kid growing up into a boy who enjoys reading 

I was born in Daegu in the South, the third biggest city of Korean, and grew up there until I came up to Seoul. When I was young, I was pretty much an ordinary kid. I loved playing around so my kindergarten teacher didn’t seem to like me. (laughs) I remember being scolded “It’s dangerous!” a lot. I also loved sports and was good at running, to the point of being picked as a relay runner from elementary school all the way up to high school. When it comes to studying, I’m slightly above average. 

I used to love playing outside with friends back then, but I changed as I grew up. Even when we went outside, it wasn’t like we did anything, we just gathered at the park. I wasn’t fond of that so many times I just stayed at home on weekends. My mother told me to go outside and meet my friends sometimes. (laughs) 

I had a thing for collecting, so I collected a lot of books when I was young. It was a time when I wanted to be a cultured man, wanted to pretend I know things too. Mature stuffs that didn’t suit my age or novels, poetry books, essays, newspapers,… I read everything regardless of genre. I don’t know why but up till middle school, I had the habit of reading books from the back page. I still read books sometimes now. My reading speed gets faster by reading multiple sentences at a time. 

Memories of first love from elementary school… I really don’t have any. Unlike Seoul, the provinces are conservative, and my school didn’t have that kind of atmosphere in which boys and girls talk to each other. If I was with a girl, I would become really shy and wouldn’t even say a word. 

The encounter with hip hop
Started composing in middle school 

I started to be interested in music in 5th year of elementary school, while watching the performance of “Stony Skunk”, Korean artists, on TV. It was the prime of ballad back then so if 18 teams perform on a music program, 10 would sing ballads, 5 would be idols and the other 3 would be other genres. They were one of those 3 teams. It was so cool how they were different from other singers. Up until then, I didn’t have any interest in music, but with Stony Skunk, I started listening to hip hop and reggae music, and was influenced by Epik High as well. MP3 player was starting to come out at that time, but I bought a Panasonic CD player and listened with that. 

Along with listening to music, I also started writing music at the same time. It wasn’t like someone told me to do it, I just had the thought of having to do so. I started writing rap lyrics in elementary school and started composing after I went to middle school. Back then, no one around me liked hiphop… It became extremely popular in Korea now but when I first started listening to it, hip hop was a genre once popular a long time ago. I think there probably wasn’t anyone on the streets who raps, except for me. If I rap at the karaoke room, it would just become some kind of sound to my friends. You know the moving hand gestures that are hip hop’s specialty? I was picked on for that too. 

Despite that, I still kept liking hip hop and in my 2nd year of middle school, I went on the stage for the first time at a festival. I performed Dynamic Duo’s “Go Back” with a friend. I didn’t like standing in front of people, but at that time, I only felt like I have to do it. I showed the rap that I practice too, although it wasn’t anything great. (laughs) 

 Actually in middle school, I wanted to go to an arts high school so I composed classical music. But the tuition was too expensive so I ended up just going to a regular high school. I told my father “I have done enough music now so I’ll study hard in high school” and went to that school, but of course I didn’t. (laughs) 

Full-fledged activities as a rapper after joining a crew in town 

Middle school years was when I composed music to satisfy myself only, on a hobby level. It was after I changed the MIDI software that I started full-fledgedly making music. In 1st year of high school, I showed my song to a person that was like a mentor to me, and he liked it a lot. I was introduced to a hip hop crew called “D-town” and joined. That song had the feeling of new-age music but had hip hop beats similar to Nujabes. For your information, the mentor that acknowledged me studied at Berklee College of Music and is currently working as a movie music director.

I think I started rapping properly after joining the crew. I have been rapping since elementary school, but since there wasn’t anyone who raps around me, I thought I was the best. (laughs) 

After that, I came to the Daegu underground scene, and from then, I also got to know that you can’t make a living out of music in the underground scene. Most of the hyungs who made music with me that time was about 10 years older than me, there were also people over 30. They worked part-time jobs and made music at the same time, but it seemed very hard. Even when performing live, it was already a huge deal to have 100 audiences, and I hated that fact. I thought “If I success, could I be the liaison of the underground scene?”. There are plenty of people who make good music in the underground scene, so I thought when I become famous, I want to create a better environment for them, I want to show their music to the world. 

Just then, I knew Big Hit was holding an audition in Daegu. I came there knowing nothing but that it was a company formed by composer Bang Shihyuk, but I was told that I was accepted the next day. I heard it later that when he saw me, he immediately thought of letting me pass. Even though I wasn’t good at rapping that time. (laughs) 

Coming up to Seoul after becoming a trainee
Different from first thought…!? 

I came to Seoul on November 7th, 2010, when I was in 2nd year of high school. I still remember it now. 

I joined to company not to rap, but to become a composer. So I thought I didn’t need to dance, and let people who are good at rapping rap, I just needed to follow the producer path. But it became a totally different thing. (laughs) At that time, rather than idols, the company was planning to create a group consisting of rappers, but that changed. The members were Rap Monster, J-hope and me. There were also Supreme Boy, i11even-hyung who is now active in the underground scene and Iron-hyung who made it to the finals of Show Me The Money 3. I think if we debut like that, despite being good at rapping, we would fail. (laughs) 

Rapper & producer
The future Suga thinks of as a goal 

My 4-year-older brother plays a very big role in letting me be able to walk on the music path like this. He started liking hip hop under my influence, but when I came to the audition, everyone in my family opposed it except for my brother. They didn’t view music activities nicely, even my relatives told me “What music for you, go study.” So I only showed my songs to him. He was the first person I informed that I passed the audition too. Our relationship is so good that we’re like friends. I basically don’t drink alcohol, but I drink it with him only. 

My family all support me now, of course. Even the relatives that told me to study ask for my signatures. (laughs) 

These days, I have thoughts about wanting to also be active as a producer. I have no greed of being in the center, I just want to make music. I don’t have interest towards the entertainment world too, everyone says they want to act, or to go on variety shows, but I don’t want to do those. (laughs) But still, the first thing is to make BTS get 1st place in Korea as well as Japan. And myself too, I want to be the best rapper, the best producer. I don’t know if it would take time, but I have to try.

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Masterlist Chris Evans fics

I guess it’s about time I give this guy his own masterlist, because it looks like I’ll be writing a lot more of him in the future. 

As usual most of these stories are 18+nsfw and quite explicit, more details and warnings are in the posts.
I don’t write Bdsm/daddy kink and I also don’t take requests. (sorry!)

There aren’t that many fics on here for now but you can expect this list to grow quickly. Thank you all so much for following, liking, reblogging and leaving me sweet comments! You guys are the best :)

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One shots:

Be with me: (Stucky) After a night of too much drinking Bucky finally confesses his feelings to Steve. Fluff

Solace: (Steve Rogers) Set between Civil War and Infinity war, Steve is a fugitive and on the run when you find him, wounded and bleeding, in the woods. 18+nsfw

Warm bodies: (Stucky AU) Bucky is a young lost vampire wandering the city when he meets an older lonely bearded Steve. Both men are inexplicably drawn to each other. 18+nsfw

Eyes on me: (Chris) After you spent the night chatting with Sebastian at a party Chris gets jealous and shows you his possessive side. 18+nsfw

Remedy: (Steve Rogers AU) After watching a scary movie on a stormy night you have trouble sleeping and your friend Steve comes to comfort you. 18+nsfw

Take my breath away: (Steve, Bucky) You’ve had a huge crush on Bucky all through college but nothing ever happened between you two. You are determined to change this when you see him again at the reunion 15 years later, but another man shows up to disturb those plans. Fluff

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Multi chapters:

My best friend’s girl: (Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers) Bucky’s been in cryo for a year now, during that time you and Steve have grown closer together. You both want more but are scared to give into your feelings, until one night… 18+nsfw Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7 (finished)

Strings: (Chris, inspired by Colin Shea) After years of being single you’ve been feeling lonely and horny and are desperate for some casual sex. Your attractive neighbor Chris offers his help. 18+nsfw Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

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Masterlist Sebastian Stan

Masterlist Tom Hiddleston

Stan and I went for a short hike in the forest around the Shack. 

You know, my only reason for moving here those many years ago was the high concentration of anomalies. It was more out of a career or scientific interest than any real longing or desire to live alone in the woods. I chose my property for its secluded location for the sake of my research, not because I really appreciated the deep and vast forests here. But, when I first came here I was absolutely captivated. I’d never seen a place so wild, and I’d never even considered that trees could grow to be so big. 

I was much younger then. Usually, when you revisit a place you knew long ago, it feels tinier, doesn’t it? Stanley and I recently stopped by Glass Shard Beach and experienced that feeling. What a quaint, insignificant little city; but it used to be all we knew. Coming back here, it seems like the trees grew with me. Silly to think that I’d ever feel anything but humbled here. 

Sometimes I felt like this place was out to kill me. Certain things that lurked in that forest brought me nothing but pain. For a while I deeply resented this place. I desperately wished I could forget about my responsibilities, fixing my mistakes, and get out. It was easy to forget how much I fell in love with it in the beginning. 

I think that I can feel some of that admiration and love for it again. 

Bump Into You (Mycroft X Reader)

WEDIM DAY TWENTY-EIGHT

MYCROFT X READER

WORD COUNT: 843

WARNINGS: NONE

SUMMARY: You’re Molly’s best friend and have finally helped her get over Sherlock and her douchebag ex and finally found her a nice guy. Tonight he’s going to propose so you help Molly get ready then send her off for her big night. But when you bump into someone strangely familiar you decided to just go for it. It is only dinner!

A/N: Guys, I’mm sorry this sis so shit I’m so stressed and busy with college work I haven’t had time to write anything properly any anything I have started is getting done very slowly. So I will post those eventually, for now, you’ll have to deal with this. SORRY

Molly held up the dress she had picked out and grinned as she checked herself out in the mirror. I was so happy that this match had actually worked. Molly finally had a boyfriend and after tonight a possible fiancée not that she knew about that, though.

I’d been friends with Molly since university. We shared a flat during the first year and became firm friends since. She was shy and quiet while I was generally quite loud and outgoing, not to say I didn’t have my quiet moments I just was better at speaking to people I didn’t know. I’d set Molly and James up, had Sherlock double-check my assumptions on him to see if he wasn’t a complete pyscho like the rest of Molly’s choices had been in the past and the rest, as they say, is history.

James had called me yesterday asking whether I thought it was a good time to propose and of course I agreed. The pair were practically inseparable, so loved up it was almost sickening. But I was happy. My best friend had got her happy ending. And as much as she protested I did not need my own to be happy.

I had an amazing job, an amazing flat and an amazing set of friends and a dog named Richard. I didn’t need anyone else.

Molly got dressed and we chatted while she got ready. She did her hair fairly plainly and her make-up was a slight glammed up look of her usual. She looked gorgeous.

I walked her to the restaurant that she was meeting James, cursing when I realised how far it actually was and how bad my shoes were at long distances. Either way, it gave me time to give Molly her ‘pre-date pep talk’ not that she really needed it anymore, she practically lived with the guy nowadays but it had become a bit of a tradition between us. She gave the same speech to me before any date I went on too so it was equal.

I dropped her off and waved, pretending to act like a proud mother crying as she sent her children off to school for the first time. This made Molly laugh and I knew everything was going to be okay. My Molly was growing up!

I began walking back, deciding to go the different way home through Central London, my favourite part of the city. It took a lot longer and I really should take a taxi but it was such a nice evening and I loved walking beside the Thames at this time of day. The water always looked so pretty, reflecting the burning colours in the sky, much nicer than the murky grey visible during the day.

I strolled along, humming a song I’d heard on the radio earlier having a really nice time when suddenly someone crashed into me. They knocked me back so I fell onto the pavement, tripping on my feet.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” They apologised, helping me up.

“Oh crap I’m sorry,” I apologised at the same time, as I bent down to pick up the man’s umbrella. A strange thing to be calling round in the middle of summer but whatever.

“It’s no problem, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” The man shrugged.

“No, you weren’t really,” I laughed, “I’m sorry but I feel like we’ve met before. Do you know Sherlock Holmes?”

“Sherlock? Yes… who are you?”

“Y/n. Y/n l/n. I used to live upstairs from him a while ago. I swear I saw you there before,”

“You’re the girl with the assassin for a brother,”

“Yep!” I laughed, trying to hide my embarrassment. “Unfortunately so,”

“Well, Y/n. You were right in thinking we’d met before,” The man nodded with a smirk planted on his lips. “Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock’s brother,”

I was taken back for a moment. This was Mycroft? The big, bad, drug searching, the British government, eating all the cakes Mycroft. Sherlock had certainly painted a seriously warped picture of his brother for me. The man that stood before me now was nothing like how I’d imagined. Though, to be fair I had imagined someone that looked like the fat controller mixed with Sheldon from The Bing Bang Theory.

The real Mycroft was very well dressed, obviously intelligent and had an air of high class and mystery about him. If I didn’t know any better I would have just taken him for some stick up the ass bank CEO.

“You’re Mycroft?” I asked, amazed and in disbelief. Mycroft laughed and seemed surprised that I was so amazed.

“Yes, that’s my name,”

“I’m sorry, it’s just Sherlock has told me a lot about you and well-“

“He is a drama queen,” Mycroft rolled his eyes, I laughed in agreement.

“Well, how about you tell me about yourself over dinner tonight,” I sudden flurry of confidence suddenly coming from nowhere, “Seeing as Sherlock has over dramatised everything about you that I can visibly see,”

“Sure,” Mycroft shrugged, “I have nothing else to do tonight I suppose,”

“You had dinner with my brother!” 

“Yes, I’ve had dinner with your brother lots of times now, Sherlock. Is it really that bad that someone might be interested in him?” 

“Yes! Especially if that person if you!” 


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Responsibilities: Part 2

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: I DECIDED NOT TO TAG FOR RESPONSIBILITIES UNLESS YOU SPECIFICALLY ASK BC I DON’T WANT TO SPAM ANYONE WITH NOTIFICATIONS!!! this was a really big time skip okay but i didn’t want this to be like a pregnancy series

Part 1 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

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Big Fight

Prompt: one shot about Bruce and Batmom getting into a big fight, which causes Damian to think they’re getting a divorce and he runs away from home

Words: 511

AN: This is fluffy crack, just a warning, cause this took a turn I was not expecting. But I love it. Enjoy!


You had thought the house had been empty. You’d been so sure, but you suppose the note in your hand proved you wrong. You’d never wanted a piece of paper to combust before, but right now, you could go for it.

You and Bruce don’t fight often, but when you do, they’re typically pretty bad. As a result, you do your best to never fight in front of the boys. To your knowledge they’ve never seen you fight, and you’d prefer it stay that way. They shouldn’t have to listen to their parents blow off steam and then work things out.

This past fight had been one such fight. Talia had attempted to kidnap Damian, and Bruce hadn’t wanted you involved. He had said that he’d handle everything. You reminded him, that the two of you had been partners longer than Batman had been around, and that Damian was just as much your son, as he was Bruce’s. That fact alone meant you were involved, and you’d be damned if that woman ever touched a hair on your son’s head again.

Bruce’s arms are wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder, as he reads over your shoulder. “He can’t have gotten far.”

You roll your eyes at that, “Bruce, he’s an heir to a billion-dollar fortune. He also has access to the Batplane that’s hidden in the secret hideout under our house. Or I suppose he could use the Batmobile, or one of the many motorcycles, or the Zeta Tubes.”

There’s this moment of silence before he says, “Not my brightest moment.”

You nod, “And you’re supposed to be the World’s Greatest Detective?”

He just grins and kisses your neck, “We all have our moments, let’s go find our son.”

“Where do we start?”

He shrugs, “The tracker I put in his clothes.”

“You track our children?”

He shrugs, “Our kids are impulsive, reckless, and sometimes a bit stupid. Of course I track them.” When the man has a point he has a point.

Damian is still on the property, you find him deep in the woods surrounding the house with Titus by his side and a pack full of dehydrated food. Apparently your youngest had decided to go mountain man on you.

You and Bruce sit down on either side of him. You sit there for a moment, and Damian refuses to make eye contact. You’re thinking of something to say, when Bruce just blurts out, “You mother and I aren’t getting a divorce.”

You can’t help but smile, leave it to Bruce to take the direct route. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders and say, “Your father and I love each other very much, But sometimes we fight, it’s good for a relationship.”

Damian just stares at you before asking, “Yelling at each other for two hours is healthy?”

You nod, “The other option would be me throwing plates at him, but the city of Gotham frowns on that.”

Bruce nods, “And your mom has really good aim too, she’s nailed me with a pillow before.”

You just grin and pinch his shoulder. Damian just grins, “So the two of you are okay?”

Bruce nods his face growing serious, “I love your mother with everything I have.”

You kiss the top of Damian’s head, “And I love your dad. We’re a team, the original team. We’ve been around longer than batman and robin. That, along with ten years of marriage, trust, and the occasional fight, keeps our relationship healthy.”

Damian nods, “Okay.” Then he turns to you, “But if you do get divorced I get to live with you, right?”

The look on Bruce’s face sends you and Damian into a fit of laughter before you lean over and kiss him, and Damian climbs on his back. You love your family.

Scott McCall AU (part 4)

Plot: Any permanent mark your soulmate gets, you get. Along with a distinct, unique tattoo that appears after an important moment in your soulmate’s life, however, you have no idea how you get away clean

A/N: Sorry this took a while, I’m thinking this will end soon…but remember, I have 2 other soulmate AUs planned as well. Please enjoy and send me feedback please! I’d really like to know what you guys think about this series since it’s so new to me, also thank you for 5.7k I love you all so much!

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You and Scott hadn’t stopped texting since you met in the dimly lit store. You had told your parents and your mom immediately dragged you to go shopping for your date.

“I don’t really want to wear a dress.” You sighed.

“Honey, you brought only jeans and shorts, at least dress up a little bit. It’s not everyday you get to go on a first date with your soulmate.” She reasoned.

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Ensure Them That They Are Loved Early

So I was just sitting here thinking randomly about how I used to get bullied as a kid in elementary being a young gay boy. I was always feminine so it was very obvious to everyone that I was gay although I never admitted to it naturally at that age, but I remember a few years ago my mother telling me about how I should have done this and said that, referring to the fact that I never told anyone in my family anytime I got picked on, beat up or even jumped at that yonger age. I lived in Gary at that time as a feminine gay boy under the age of 10 and I grew up with a house full of women, so to tell them that I got picked on at school and the reason why would have basically meant telling on myself (coming out/outing myself), which I obviously wasn’t ready to do at that age. Now all that time that I was a kid and even going into my teen years, adults and even teenagers would tell me how to speak and how to walk and act to be “less girly” I even remember our pastor pulling me to the side after church one day and telling me something along the lines of how I need to stop all that “girl stuff”, my mother whooped me once because I had clear nail polish on my nails, and my older cousins husband at a time teaching me how to “sit” on a couch more manly when me and my sister stayed with them out of town for a summer. Now those things happened at different times in my life but mostly between the ages 7-10. So I never cared about any of the masculine ways that people tried to teach me and it hurt being scolded for doing stuff that came naturally and things I liked that didn’t effect anyone other than myself, but growing up in Gary at that age I couldn’t say anything, I had to “stay in a child’s place”. Eventually time passed we moved from Gary still in Indiana but a much better safer city, long story short on this part I became more comfortable and loving of myself came out and then came out completely in high school, where I later came to terms my late sophomore year that I’m Transgender. So referring back to when I said that a few years ago my mother told me I should have said this and that yada yada about getting bullied and criticized when I was a kid, the thing about that statement is, no one can tell me (HERE COMES THE PROFANITY) what the fuck I “should have” said or done. Now as a 23 going on 24 year old TransAndrogynous woman, no one can tell me what I should have done when I was a child because for one the time has passed so should’ve, could’ve, would’ve and two none of these people who are still in my life now can put themselves in that position. As a heterosexual woman in her mid/late 30s at the time my mother was just that a heterosexual woman so she couldn’t possibly know how it felt to be in a gay boys shoes under the age of 10 living in the hood. None of the women in my family nor men for that matter could put themselves in my shoes so that I could have a solution, I was raised in a loving environment but that being said it still wasn’t an environment that was presented to me at that age as an environment where I can be myself and be comfortable and loved. At that age I didn’t think I could come out or just be myself because everybody always tried to get me to be something I wasn’t and I was too young to say anything because I thought I wouldn’t be loved anymore if everybody heard I was gay from my own mouth. So I feel like as a 23 year old TransAndrogynous who has surpassed being a gay boy and a gay teenage boy, how can you say, “You should have” with such ease as if you’ve been there and dealt with it? I know I’m not the only person who’s gone through this but I don’t believe it’s talked about enough and the issue with it is, these days everyone is having children left and right with no knowledge on what they could be possibly and/or truly raising. My grandmother used to always say “you never know what you’re having/raising”, yes people are having girls and boys but they don’t know nor do the consider that they could be having/raising a gay child, a trans child, a child that could be androgynous or a gender fluid child, or a child who considers themself to not have a gender etc. Very few to none of people actually consider these things, they just think I’m going to have a little girl or boy and he or she is going to have a husband or wife and happy happy joy joy 😞😒. It’s worse for the younger people who are having children because the majority of them don’t know themselves yet especially the young men, even a lot of people my age don’t and yet they are careless with bringing the future into this already cruel world with unknown intentions on whether or not they can love and support them when they turn out to be different from what they expected or wanted them to be. That’s where the issue starts so I say all of this to say, ensure children that they are loved regardless early on in their life, right from the beginning. If you aren’t going to love your child unconditionally no matter what then you shouldn’t have them (my personal opinion and belief). Why? Because once you have children it isn’t about you it’s about them, they need to know that they can truly come to you their parents and family with anything, it starts with you so why not show them that when they look back you’re going to be there with open arms, an open mind, and an open heart. My family raised me with love I’m not saying they didn’t but what they didn’t do is ensure me that no matter who I am and what I am that I was still loved and supported when I was a kid. Of course when I got older I found out and most of them gave me the “we knew” statement, and then the question is so why not come to me as a child and let me know that then? Why tell me now that I’ve already endured pain and hurt and decided I don’t give a fuck if you love me or not this is me, which people should possess that attitude but had I known as that gay feminine little boy in Gary so long ago that I could have liked boys while my family knew about it and that I could be myself and play with/collect Barbies and what not, things would have went much more different and somewhat smoothly in certain parts of my life, but I’m thankful that I got out of Gary at a young age because my mind opened. So if you have kids or want them tell your kids, any kids, show them and ensure them that they are loved no matter what early in their life because it’s supposed to be about them, after all The Children are the future, at least that’s what The Voice told me and I Believe it as she did. Royal LeBeau @morrisondauthor

I’m almost four hundred years old, Alexander. Warlocks, as they get older, they start to calcify. They stop being able to feel things. To care, to be excited or surprised. I always told myself that would never happen to me. That I’d try to be like Peter Pan, never grow up, always retain a sense of wonder. Always fall in love, be surprised, be open about being hurt as much as I was open to being happy. But over the last twenty years or so I’ve felt it creeping up on me anyway. There was nobody before you for a long time. Nobody I loved. No one who surprised me or took my breath away. Until you walked into that party, I was starting to think I’d never feel anything that strongly again.
—  Magnus Bane, City of Heavenly Fire (The Mortal Instruments #6) by Cassandra Clare
A Man Of No Consequence, chapter 7

A Man Of No Consequence - Ardyn x fem Reader (NSFW)
COMPLETE. All chapters may contain spoilers!

CH 1: Into The Lion’s Mouth
CH 2: Famous Seafood
CH 3: The Covenant
CH 4: Blind Spot
CH 5: The Revelation
CH 6: In The Lap of The Gods
CH 7: Across the Seas
CH 8: In The Lap of The Gods, Revisited
CH 9: Callings
CH 10: Hand of a King, Heart of a King
CH 11: Into the Dark
CH 12: Breath Of The Glacian
CH 13: Redemption
CH 14: Cure for Insomnia
CH 15: A Gentleman’s Agreement


Chapter 7: Across the Seas

Running through the narrow streets, you squeeze your bags in your hands. I’m late. I’m gonna be too late, and he’s going to leave me here, out of spite… You turn a corner, bumping into an elderly man casually walking down the alleyway.

“Hey watch where you’re going!”

“So sorry! I’m so sorry!” you shout in passing, hurrying down the stairs on the alley that leads towards the main road.

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Never Grow Up - 8

NEVER GROW UP MASTER LIST


SUMMARY: Sebastian watches his little girl grow up.

WARNINGS: fluff.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: aaaaaaaaand, this is the final part! thank you to everyone who showed interest, read this and left me any sort of feedback! i appreciate you all so much! .xx

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Years passed by and Nick had officially left home and moved in with a couple of his friends out in the city. Natalie and Sebastian now had an empty nest. Ella was happily married for 3 years already and still living out on the west coast. Occasionally, she would come out to visit with Adam and sometimes without him due to work.

It was now Christmastime and both kids were going to come over for the week. They helped both Natalie and Sebastian cook, clean, and run errands. Sebastian was as happy as ever to have both of his kids home, but having Ella home topped off the cake.

Christmas day came around before the whole family knew and just like they had done many years before, they wore matching pajamas to sit around the tree to open presents and have Christmas music playing in the background as everyone talked amongst each other and laughed.

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James Wesley

“I find a few days, a week at most, is ample time to form an emotional response. Growing to love something is really simply forgetting slowly what you dislike about it. I’ll be perfectly honest, the situation calls for it, I do not love this city. The crush of the unwashed garbage stacked on the sidewalk, the air that seems to adhere to your skin, the layer of filth you can never completely wash away.”

There is Still Some Good in the World

This morning, I was in the yard with my 3 month old puppy, and I lost my grip on his leash. The second he realized he was free he RAN away from me, and when I started to run after him he just got faster. He ran from the backyard, up the porch steps, across the very, very busy street my parents live on (growing up we lost both a cat and another puppy when they were hit by cars), and wayyyyy down the street on the sidewalk. I was running after him but he was much faster and wouldn’t stop. I already had visions of him getting hit by a car, or just getting so far away from me that I couldn’t catch up to him. I was terrified, helpless. Then, a pick up truck pulled up onto sidewalk and blocked his path. Two city workers got out, charmed my puppy, and got a hold of his leash again. I have never been so grateful to two people in my life (mind you, there was a jogger running towards my puppy and I who didn’t even stop…). I’ll never see you men again but THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK you for saving my dog!!! When there is so much hate and tragedy in the world, it is so heartwarming to see that good samaritans will still go out of there way to help out a stranger (and her naughty naughty pup!)