this has been due for a long time

I’m just going to dissect why I love the line “As she has done so many times before, she thinks of her friends and prays for sunrise” (Not exact) and just what it implies for Troth as a character.
In TAZ nights, it is mentioned a couple times that Troth has anger issues, and though her monk discipline helps curb some it can flare. Notably, in the most recent episode where she shouts at a guard “Go home and Pray for Sunrise.”

Now, in the latest episode of regular TAZ, the line “As she has done so many times before, she thinks of her friends and prays for sunrise” is an obvious omage to this, but it carries a few other layers of meaning. First, there is the element of how the meaning of it literally hasn’t changed, pray that you live to tomorrow, but the connotation and context have entirely changed. Now it has become a symbol of hope and survival for Troth rather than a threat from internal anger, and seemingly has been for a while due to the “As she has done so many times before” part. Also, I find it emotionally poignant that she has also incorporated her friends into this mantra of survival, and that she still cares for them after so long.

TL:DR Griffin McElroy is a genius in making such significant character development happen in the time that Troth appeared in this episode.

BLOG IS OFFICIALLY DEAD

I’m sure this is obvious by now, but I still just want to come on and leave one last post.

This blog is dead, and has been for a long time now. Hell, I wasn’t even here for the last volume. And the blog hasn’t been receiving headcanons mostly due to the inactivity. So even if I decided to stick around and keep the blog active, it probably wouldn’t do well.

The reason why I am now leaving is mostly because I’m not very interested in RWBY anymore. I still love the show, the characters, and the overall idea of the series, but as of now I’m not feeling the story, writing, or the most recent volume at all - even some of the characters I originally liked so much before. So without my original passion for the show, I’m not as eager to run a blog for it.

Also, I’m still experiencing troubles with my computer - super slow, pop ups - and it’s a pain to even try to get to a Web page. I couldn’t really work on or update the blog even if I wanted to. At least not without hours of effort - and I don’t have that kind of time these days.

I’d also just like to thank everyone, for following my little blog and sharing your ideas. It was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed seeing what you guys came up with, as well as being able to talk to you all.

I’ll be leaving the blog up as an archive.

Headcanons will no longer be posted.

Thank you~

anonymous asked:

Have you ever written hp fanfic or are you planning to write it? You understand all the characters so well and the way you write is amazing and you have so many excellent au ideas and id love to read it if you've written it!!

oh wow thank you! that’s the biggest compliment i can possibly get tbh

i did write hp fanfic way back in the day but it’s not something i would want anyone to read now…. i was pretty terrible. i DO write fic for other fandoms, usually as a warm-up for my original stuff, but i haven’t done hp in a long time mostly due to lack of inspiration. but! i have been toying the idea of trying the tried and true time travel story? i love reading them so much & i never got a chance to write one, and hp has obviously been on mind what with this blog so i’ve been making sidenotes and stuff in my free time that might eventually become a story. if it ever does, i’ll be sure to link it! shameless self promotion & all that ya kno

but seriously, thank you so much!!!! compliments about my writing ability are the best, you’re sweet and amazing!!!!

THE QUEST FOR LOVE

Relationships has never been something I’m brave enough to write about, especially in public. The love between a man and a woman to me is very personal. Add religion into the equation and it just becomes very sacred to me. I do not wish to write too long, since I have classes tomorrow at 9am and it’s exactly 4.30am right now. However, I just need to let a few things off my chest because it has been bothering me for quite a while now. Also, due to my hectic schedule, this is the only time I have to write- though I swear to god I’m super sleepy right now

Before we jump into the topic, yes I am single. Have I ever been in a relationship? The answer is also yes. I know how it feels like to love and be loved the same way I know how it feels to be completely shattered. You see, different people have different definitions of love. I strongly believe that the people we fall in love with can sometimes reflect the kind of person we are. For instance, I really value religion, knowledge and ambition. Thus, if i were to marry someone, I look for someone with these exact characteristics. I want someone who has the same goals that I have. Someone who will not only fight with me to succeed in this world, but also in the hereafter. I need someone who works just as hard as I do, not someone who is always tired and only cares about sleep. No more time should be wasted with whiny and lazy ambitionless boys. If you’re serious to pursue a relationship, look for a man.

If there’s one thing a relationship has taught me, it is the importance of maturity when it comes to love. NEVER indulge in a relationship just because it’s a ‘nice’ feeling. If you want to be with someone might as well be with a person who will help bring the best out of you, spiritually, mentally and also emotionally. If the relationship you are in is leading you towards the haraam, leave. No buts. It is just the end of a toxic relationship, not the end of the world. 

By the way people, it is perfectly OKAY to be single. I have been single for over a year now, and wallahi I have never been this happy and I have been achieving so much. I always tell my friends that when you are single, you have 27 hours a day. What it essentially mean is that you’ll have more time for yourself. I know some people who can only seek comfort in the presence of their significant other. After one relationship ends they feel the need to jump into another. Chill people, chill. Take a breather. You don’t need another person to feel sufficient. Try to be comfortable and at peace with yourself with or without a relationship. You have the rest of your life to be spent with your significant other, so while you’re single, might as well really embrace/enjoy it.

Okay last point before I hit the sack, never settle. Ya Allah I can’t stress this enough. Being single is better than being with the wrong person. As they say, it’s better to wait long than marry wrong. If we dont know what we deserve, we will always settle for less. But to deserve more, we should first be more. Build your character before you choose to build a family. Study hard, learn new skills, take up a hobby, read more, travel. There’s so much that can be done when you’re single for your personal development. Take care of yourself. Your health, spirituality, intelligence, akhlak (good character) etc & inshaAllah you’ll get someone who’d do the same for you.

Jim Rohn once said, “The greatest gift you can give somebody is your own personal development. I used to say, ‘If you will take care of me, I will take care of you.’ Now I say, ‘I will take care of me for you, if you will take care of you for me”.

I know this entry is all over the place, but I’m half awake so do forgive me. I hope you find this post helpful. As for me, call me philophobic but I am personally afraid to be in a relationship again. But when the time comes, I hope the guy I end up with will be proud with the lady I have become. If you happen to read this, whoever you may be, please know that not a day passes that I don’t make do’a for you, and for us. Wherever you are in this world, I hope you are also striving to be your best self. May Allah make it easy for us to find our way to each other. See you when I see you!

Ending this cringey post with one of my favorite quotes from Rumi,

‘Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.’

Lots of love,

Aisyah

A Little Something About The Tangy and The Tart

I cannot believe it has been so long since I posted and I’m sorry, truly, that it’s taken me forever and a day to get my ass in gear. But due to recent events, I felt inspired to write something and I’m actually really, really happy with how this turned out!

Also, I owe a huge thank you to @permanentcross for giving me advice and reassuring me this wasn’t crap and to @canistay-haz for being her wonderful, loving self and telling me I don’t suck. You both are so, so lovely and I’m lucky that I can ask you for advice when I’m not confident in my writing.

That being said, enjoy!

Warning: NSFW

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Normally, Saturday mornings would be reserved for sleeping in, lazy kisses, and barely audible gasps filling your ears. Today however, you and Harry had to be somewhat functioning adults. You were having one last get together with Harry’s closest friends and family before his life was sent into the spotlight for who knows how long, and he didn’t get to be as free and open with his time as he had been. 

You woke up about half an hour after Harry did, knowing you had things to do and people to see but you were having none of it. All you could think about was the slight yet very-much-still-there tingling sensation between your legs thanks to yours and Harry’s late night rendezvous. You smiled to yourself, rolling over and letting your face collide into Harry’s pillow, inhaling his lingering scent that made you want him all over again… 

You made your way downstairs to your boyfriend, legs bare and torso covered in his ridiculously baggy pink shirt that was littered with the white polka dots, your rear just barely peeking out at the bottom hem. Harry was sporting only a pair of grey joggers that hung much too low on his hips, not that you were complaining. 

“Morning, sunshine.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, peppering his back with tiny pecks.

“G’morning, poppet. Sleep okay?” Every morning after, without fail, he asks how you slept. He asks because he knows when you’re both in the heat of the moment, sex isn’t gentle. Not that it’s animalistic, but you and Harry like what you like and making sure you’re comfortable and properly taken care of after is an essential part of his aftercare routine; he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take care of you and pamper any part that might be slightly bruised or extra loved on. He does love a routine after all…

“Mhm,” you purr into his back, pecking his skin once more before he spins around in your grasp, your arms falling to your sides while he places one hand on your cheek and encloses your mouth with his.

“Good,” he smiles down at you, pecking your cheek before turning back to the countertop where you can see he’s been preparing a dessert for the get together later that night. 

“Whatcha makin’?” you ask, hopping upon the countertop, legs swinging back and forth while eyeing the bowl of plain raspberries and the graham cracker crust that was still sitting in the tart pan Harry insisted he needed.

“How does a raspberry tart for tonight sound? Bought the pan, figured there was no use in letting it sit in the cupboard.”

You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle. There was nothing comical about the dessert in and of itself, but you were feeling some type of way this morning and you couldn’t help but think of it in a provocative way.

Harry rolled his eyes, trying not to grin, “Why is that funny?”

You just giggled again and reached to kiss him on the cheek, “Maybe I wanna be your little raspberry tart. I already have the perfect shirt on.” Although you’d been sitting on the countertop for a good minute already, Harry had just noticed how his shirt had ridden up your thighs and he swallowed hard, also taking in how you had only the bottom two buttons fastened and there was little, if anything, left to the imagination. What Harry didn’t know was that you didn’t have anything covering the part of you that wanted him the most; he figured you’d just thrown on something skimpy just to torture him but no, you were completely bare, apart from the bottom of the hem under your bum, and sitting on your boyfriend’s counter. Harry didn’t have a prayer. 

You smirked at him cheekily and even though you’d had him not even eight hours before, he could tell you still had an appetite for something else, something that filled you in a different way. 

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Farmer spends 16 years studying law by himself so he could sue a powerful chemical firm for 'polluting his land' - and...

A Chinese farmer has spent 16 years studying law by himself so he could sue a chemical company for allegedly polluting his land. Wang Enlin, who had just three years of education, has won the first instance in a high-profile case against state-owned Qihua Group, reported the People’s Daily Online. Although Qihua Group, whose assets exceed two billion yuan (£233 million), has appealed against the decision, the elderly man said he is determined to seek justice for himself and his neighbours who could no longer grow healthy crops on their contaminated land. Mr Wang, who is in his 60s, lives in the Yushutun village on the outskirts of Qiqihar in the Heilongjiang Province, according to People’s Daily Online, which cited China Youth Daily. The man said he would forever remember the year of 2001 when his land was flooded by the toxic waste discharged by Qihua Group. It was the eve of the Lunar New Year, and Mr Wang was playing cards and making dumplings with his neighbours. All of sudden, they realised that the house they were in was flooded by the wastewater from the nearby Qihua factory.

The wastewater also flooded part of the farmland in the village. According to the report, a government document from 2001 claimed that the affected farmland ‘can not be used for a long time’ due to the pollution. Between 2001 to 2016, it has been suggested that Qihua continued to dump hazardous waste into the village, whose residents rely upon agriculture for a living.

The company produced polyvinyl chloride and released 15,000 to 20,000 tons of chemical waste every year, the report said. Qihua has also reportedly created a 71-acre wasteland with calcium carbide residue and a 478-acre pond with its liquid waste. In 2001, Mr Wang wrote a letter to the Land Resources Bureau of Qiqihar to complain about the pollution Qihua had brought to his village. He said while dealing with the local officials, he was repeatedly asked to produce evidence to prove that the village’s land had been polluted. Mr Wang told a reporter: 'I knew I was in the right, but I did not know what law the other party had broken or whether or not there was evidence.’ He received the interview in his small home which he spent 50 yuan (£5.8) per month renting from the village’s authority. As a result, Mr Wang decided to study law by himself, an endeavor he would carry on pursuing for the next 16 years. The farmer, who had dropped out of primary school at the third grade, started reading through a dozen law books with the help of a dictionary.

At the time, he did not have money to buy the books, so he spent day after day reading the books at the local book store and copying the relevant information by hand, according to the man. In return, he would give bags of free corn to the shopkeeper for letting him stay there. Not only that, he also used the legal knowledge he had learnt to help his neighbours gather evidence. Their farms had also been polluted by Qihua Group, said Mr Wang. In 2007, a Chinese law firm specialised in handling pollution-related cases started providing free legal advice to Mr Wang and his neighbours. They also agreed to help the villagers file petition to the court. However due to unspecified complications, the court only began processing Mr Wang and his neighbours’ case in 2015 - eight years after the original petition had been made, People’s Daily Online reported. Thanks to the evidence Mr Wang had gathered in the 16 years, Mr Wang and his neighbours apparently won the first instance. The Angangxi District Court of Qiqihar ruled that the families in Yushutun village would receive financial compensation from Qihua Group amounting 820,000 yuan (£96,000). The date of the first instance was not revealed in the report. Qihua Group has appealed against the court’s decision. The case is being processed at the Angangxi District Court as of writing. A determined Mr Wang told the reporter: “We will certainly win. Even if we lose, we will continue to battle.”

How to Plant Flowers From Seeds to Help Save The Bees!

Originally posted by lottiedotts

The rusty patched bumble bee has recently been listed as endangered and all bees are in trouble due to habitat destruction, pesticides, parasites, and other causes, but there’s an easy way you can help! Planting flowers is a wonderful easy way to help pollinators! Now is a great time to plant some seeds since Spring just started. I created an easy guide about planting seeds for anyone who would like to try. This information also applies to vegetable seeds. Don’t get overwhelmed by the long list, these steps are actually rather simple and take place over a few weeks. I just wanted to provide as much information as possible, but I would still recommend reading the whole thing, or printing it out, since it’s all useful information. :)

Important: Go organic and do not use pesticides! Your flowers will be pretty useless if you use pesticides on them, you can’t use them, and the bees can’t use them either if they’re coated in chemicals. Pesticides can kill bees and other insects . Non-organic chemicals and pesticides are a cause of pollution, destroying animal habitats! Try to find soils and seeds labelled “Organic” and do not use pesticides! 

Please also do not kill caterpillars and worms and other beneficial insects. If a caterpillar is bothering you, do not kill it, move it elsewhere instead.  When caterpillars grow up, they turn into beneficial butterflies!

1. Pick out some pretty flower seeds and plant labels and a sharpie if you don’t have one (and an indoor seed starter if you want to start your seeds indoors. check your packet, some seeds say to only start them outdoors. I personally think starting seeds outdoors is way easier.) 

Tips for picking out seeds: 

  • In general, bigger seeds are easier to get to sprout and less delicate. 
  • Get perennials or natives if you don’t want to water them less often. 
  • Non GMO means non genetically modified. 
  • Organic seeds are better for the environment. 
  • Some flowers, like nasturtiums, are edible, If they are edible, its say on the back of the packet.  
  • Some flowers can also be used in flower arrangements, dried, or used in teas (it’ll say on the back of the packet. You can also google lists of edible flowers, good cut flowers, good dried flowers, and good tea flowers.) 
  • Bees like most flowers, but you can also google a list of flowers bees like best.
  •  You can also find the height at full size, and whether the plant needs to grow in the sun or shade on the back of the packet.

2. google to make sure they aren’t invasive in your state, and find out what number zone you live in if you live in the US.

3. follow the directions on the packet for planting time and location. It usually says when to plant them based on a frost date, which you can find out from googling “<the name of your state> frost date”. You don’t have to be exact about seed planting depth, just get as close as you can. The germination time is how long it’ll take the seeds to sprout. Keep the seed packet somewhere where you can find it.

4. Label your seeds with the plant labels and sharpie. Write when you planted them and the name of the flowers.

5. Check on your seeds every day. Water them when the soil is dry. If they wilt, don’t worry, try watering them, and they might come back up the next day! Some seeds also take a while to sprout, so keep watering them, they’ll sprout eventually!

6. (If you are using an indoor seed starter) Once your seedlings are a few (around 1-3) inches tall, take them outside and plant them in the ground. 

7. Continue watering when the soil is dry. Native plants, perennials, and shrubs don’t really need watering once they’re big. Watering plants can be a fun relaxing activity and a good excuse to get outside more.

8. You did it! You have flowers! Thank you for helping the pollinators! :D

Please reblog to spread the information! Thank you and have a wonderful day!

Originally posted by anishacreations

PEGGY WHITSUN SETS NASA RECORD

This is a remarkable achievement, and she’s not even close to being done yet:

Nearly 15 years after her first space launch, NASA astronaut Peggy Whitson has now spent more time off-planet than any other American, at more than 534 days. Whitson, 57, is a biochemist who has twice commanded the International Space Station.

Her current ride will last for at least another five months, due to an extension of Whitson’s mission that’s projected to leave her with more than 650 days in space, NASA says.

Literally and figuratively, it’s been a long journey for Whitson since she started work at NASA in the 1980s. Back then, she was a researcher who supported space missions from the ground. She was named project scientist of the Shuttle-Mir Program in 1992. Four years later, she was selected as an astronaut, and in 2002, she made her first trip to the International Space Station.

Follow her on Twitter here.

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Every time I see this tweet going around I think of this, and as far as I’m aware no-one’s done this before…

(I know it’s not the actual source but the tweet has been flying around this website under so many different re-posts this is all I got)

Bonus: 

Among the many, many reasons I like the idea of Lyra Erso as a rejected Jedi-hopeful relegated to the Jedi Engineering Corps is because it gives her a reason to know Saw Gerrera before the rise of the Empire.

Also, I just like imagining graduate student Lyra being assigned to answer all the inquiry transmissions received by the Corps. Most of them are boring—scientists across the galaxy double-checking their facts, senators or contractors requesting results of geological surveys, the occasional oddball request for treasure maps, or a list of which mineraloids are poisonous if ingested.

But one day, she gets an inquiry from a man on Onderon. And though he’s circumspect about it, it’s very clear to her that he’s talking about making chemical weapons. (The war against the Separatists has been raging for some time now. She’s only surprised it’s taken someone this long to ask.)

She opens a new transmission, and keys out:

Dear Master Gerrera,

Thank you for your inquiry to the Jedi Agricultural Corps, Engineering Division. The official uses of the cyanogen silicate compound known as “Sith’s breath” are limited to the construction of Celegian life support chambers, due to the compound’s extreme toxicity to most carbon-based sentient life. Additionally, the components are difficult to procure, and their synthesization without proper licensure under Galactic Republican Statute 1184.2-4 Aleph constitutes fraudulent business practices and illegal production of a controlled chemical compound.

The Jedi Order must warn you that should you pursue this course of action, it will have no choice but to enforce the law to the fullest extent of its authority.

On an unrelated note, baradium bisulfate is an accessible liquid compound, used frequently in mining. Unlike cyanogen silicate, it does not sublimate at 20°C, but it is highly unstable and a very small amount can do a surprising amount of damage. Several years ago, a careless engineering trainee did not calibrate a suspension field carefully, and leveled a small mountain.

Please do not hesitate to reach out if you have further questions.

May the Force be with you,
Lyra Inair, Geological Engineer, Jedi AgriCorps 

She expects that to be the last of it, and so she’s extremely surprised when he replies directly. Less surprised when she realizes he’s asking how one goes about constructing a suspension field. Possibly one that would destabilize with some sort of trigger or timer or maybe on impact…?

And they keep—writing one another. Even after she’s moved off the transmissions desk, to actual geological work. Rocks and weapon mechanics turn to small talk, turn to little details of their lives, turn to the Force and the Republic. He talks about his sister, about the warfront; she complains about the internal politics of the Corps and Galen (though he’s not Galen, yet, he’s just the handsome Republican engineer with cheekbones like sheered silicate). They argue theology, and justice, and violence. She cries for him, when his sister dies. They—are friends. 

Saw is the only one she tells, when she decides to turn her back on the Order. She is in love and Galen has friends in Coruscant, a prestigious job with an engineering guild—

Please do not stop writing me, she begs.

I will be here, Saw writes, if you ever need me.

What Happens In Vegas: The Final Part

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

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A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! Idk if anyone knew but I was going through some rough patches for a little while. Gonna try to write on a regular basis now. Anyways, here is the final part. There will be an epilogue! Let me know what you think. I love hearing from you! ♥

Word Count: 2,101

Warnings:
- language, maybe?

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*gif is not mine.

Bucky followed you around the next morning like a lost puppy. He was nervous, constantly biting his nails, his hands fidgeting. You drank at least three cups of coffee, trying to keep your mind clear and alert for the sure shit storm that was going to be this trial. You had put out all the stops to pull these strings; normally, cases like this didn’t go to trial for months. But you knew people and, although you didn’t exercise that privilege often, you were glad it was there.

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anonymous asked:

did sunggyu really get kicked in the face?! i hear he broke ribs and now he wont promote with infinite in may and i'm so upset but i need to be told clear. you always make sense so please explain to me!

Time to address the rumours that are flying around and bust them, ‘cause here are the facts:

Yes, Sunggyu has hurt his ribs. He has a small stress fracture on them. (source) Strangely, I have experienced the same injury before, and believe me I got it while doing something equally as dumb as he was. It can take something pretty insignificant to do it, because the human body is sometimes fragile! Stress fractures can often come about from the body being under physical strain for long periods of time, which is why they are common in athletes. 

He did not get the injury as a direct result of being ‘kicked in the face’ by anyone. Sunggyu was playing a game with a member of GOT7 during Singderella and he slipped off the bar and landed awkwardly. The member of GOT7 (I think it was Jinyoung) was not at fault and immediately checked to see if Sunggyu was okay. You can see the clip here

Usual recovery time for an injury like this is 4-6 weeks rest, with light exercise after the first initial few weeks. This is something that needs to be healed naturally and so the most important thing is resting it. (source)

INFINITE are pushing back their comeback schedule due to the injury - they are not going to promote without Sunggyu. Woollim have said: “It is not a fixed schedule… Sunggyu’s recovery is our main focus.” (source)

The comeback MV will be altered to account for his injury. The dance parts will not be included because he cannot take part in the choreography at the moment. Instead, the MV will be drama-based. (source) This is likely due to the MV shoot already being scheduled and having already been shot in parts. If they have already booked studio time and staff, this will be hard to rearrange. 

I really hope this clears some stuff up and that everyone stops freaking out. Sunggyu will recover, as long as Woollim allow the right amount of time - and it seems they are doing all they can to ensure he has time to rest. There is no reason at all to be laying the blame on other people - either on the show, or on the GOT7 member he was playing the game with. Accidents happen all the time (just look at Hoya’s ankle injury from dance and Woohyun’s arm injury from a minor car accident) and sometimes when you are putting your body under physical strain a lot (like idols do) it makes the chances of getting an injury like this one higher

(FAO @becuzgyu because I know you were worried)

Let's talk about LeFou

First, I hate that this is a huge ordeal for many of my Christian friends. You’re boycotting BatB because of homosexuality but Finding Dory is your kids fav movie? I don’t care where you stand, but let’s be consistent.

Second, LeFou is the flaming best friend that all of us need in our life. And yes he is obsessed with Gaston and has a crush on him. That’s not deniable. However, let’s look at the reason why, because we got some new character development and insight from the new movie.

We don’t know how long LeFou and Gaston have been friends, but considering they’re from the same village, we can assume for most of their life. Nevertheless they served in a war together.

War is evil and crazy, and you typically have that one person that no matter what, you have each other’s backs. (See Bubba and Forrest Gump). So LeFou and Gaston survive the war and together due to several scenes. We have no idea how many times LeFou saved Gaston’s life, and more importantly, how many times Gaston saved LeFou’s life.

This dedication is deeply rooted. And the crush is easily explainable. And the even crazier part is that, when LeFou saw Gaston’s true colors outside of the war, he walked away. LEFOU WALKED AWAY. If anything, that encourages healthy relationships (I mean, that’s not a problem that we are still helping others with).

So, let’s appreciate LeFou’s silliness and giddiness that we all need in life. Let’s celebrate that he would be the one to snap and say “girl, that outfit makes your ass look gooooooood.” Because we all need a person like that in our lives. But most importantly, let’s celebrate the character development and that he had the courage to walk away from his infatuation to become a better human being.

All of us could learn something from that.

Can South Asians (and many other Asian communities) realise that whilst shadeism was historically at large due to classism/casteism, nowadays anti blackness also plays a massive part in it and has been for quite a long time now?

It’s literally nothing to do with “US-centrism” or anything. Shadeism is a massive problem in our community and we cannot turn away from the fact that anti blackness is a major reason for it.

(Only south Asian people and black people allowed to reblog)

-Nika

Flight 512

For some reason, I like this. It isn’t really anything special or great, but it’s something. I hope you enjoy it, and thank you for being so patient. I know it’s been a while

“Flight 512 to Toronto, Canada has been delayed..”

My eyes threaten to close and I have to keep drumming my fingers against the steel bench in order to keep awake. It’s as though every part of my body - my legs, my arms, my neck - all have the same intention of aching until I cry. I sigh for the hundredth time and attempt to find a comfortable position but to no avail. 

There’s a cool breeze coming from somewhere unknown to me, but I realise that the chill down my back is another thing keeping me awake so I don’t complain, despite the mountains of goosebumps that have spread across my arms.

I watch the clock’s hand move round and round its face. It’s as though one minute it was close to midnight and now, as I’m sat on the exact same bench, it’s coming up to three o’clock.

Looking to my left and then to my right, there doesn’t seem to be many people around, only the odd man or woman dragging their suitcase across the floor. I somehow feel as though I’m the only one waiting for the delayed flight. I wrap my arms around my stomach and lean my head against the back of the steel chair, it sends shocks through my neck. 

Behind me, far at the other side of the airport, there’s a glass window that fits the length of the room. Every now and then, there’ll be minute flashes of light from the awakening of a plane. Orange would cloud every inch of it’s vicinity.

“Flight 512 to Toronto, Canada has been delayed, we apologise for..”

I refrain from cursing the woman’s voice and sit up for the first time in a long period of time. My legs no longer feel a part of my body and I have to bounce them up and down to begin to feel the familiar static feeling running through them. I wipe my eyes with the palms of my hands. 

“Excuse me.” A voice rings through the space I thought was empty and causes me to jump slightly due to the sudden sound. 

I look up to see a figure towering over me. It takes me a few seconds to take in their appearance due to the fact that I’m currently seeing stars after having pressed the palms of my hands into my eye sockets so hard.

“Uh, hi,” I mutter, and my voice cracks.

“Anyone sitting here?” The boy points to the seat beside me where my bag lays open, its contents almost spilling out. I think it’s his way of asking me to move it.

“Um, no,” I reply, already grabbing my bag and pulling it onto my lap. I subtly look around the room and see the rest of the benches completely empty. 

“Thanks.” He smiles and I’m hesitant to return it, but I do. 

We sit in silence, apart from the occasional announcements over the loudspeaker. 

When I get chance, I can watch the boy out of the corner of my eye. His dyed-blonde hair is cut short but it seems to be growing steadily, and his skin is tanned perfectly. Every now and then he’ll reach to his right before raising his hand to his lips. 

I run a hand through my hair and it’s as though he’d forgotten I’m here and my movement startled him. He turns to me and I can hear a soft crinkling sound.
“Grape?” he asks and offers a tub of grapes to me. At this point, I’m beyond confused and shake my head. “It’s cool, I haven’t done anything to them, like poisoned them or anything.” He grins menacingly. 

“Saying that makes me think you have,” I say and raise an eyebrow at him. To this, his grin seems to deepen. 

“Suit yourself.” He drops another between the barrier of his lips before chewing. I look away and sigh. “Your flight been delayed too?” 

I’m confused as to why he’s sat so close to me that I can feel the warmth of his thigh against mine, I’m confused as to why he’s offering me grapes, and I’m startled at the fact that he’s still trying to make small talk.

“Unfortunately.”

“I’m Justin, by the way,” he says and offers his hand for me to shake. I suddenly feel my own become clammy.  

“[Y/N],” I reluctantly shake his hand and feel the softness of his skin. I appreciate how pleasantly warm it is. 

“That’s a nice name,” he says before popping another grape into his mouth. 

“Thanks-“

“Are you travelling alone?” he interrupts me, but the calm and inviting look on his face tells me he didn’t mean anything by it. 

“Yeah, I’m going to see my family in Canada. Are you?” 

“My family’s up here, I’m heading home. To Canada, actually.”

I nod. “Did you have a nice time?”

He looks over at me and smiles. I can see his eyes moving around the features of my face and I suddenly feel self-conscious.

“I had a pleasant time, yeah.” 

“Flight 512 to Toronto, Canada has been delayed, we apologise for the inconvenience..”

“Drives you insane, doesn’t it?” he says and looks up towards the ceiling. I can see the veins working in his neck, I can see the beginning of a tattoo on the back of his neck and curiosity fills my body.

“Tell me about it.” 

Another silence falls over us but for the first time it doesn’t seem to be uncomfortable. Every now and then, he’ll raise his hand to his lips while I sit motionless. 

“Sure you don’t want one?” 

I shake my head as politely as I can and I see him shrug. 

There’s another hour before anything changes. My conversation with Justin escalates and it’s evident we’ve both become accustomed to each other, even Justin - who dripped with confidence from the beginning - has seemingly opened up even more. 

“There’s a restaurant in Toronto that do the best pancakes in the world, I swear, I could eat them for every meal of the day,”

“I’ve never been a huge fan of pancakes,” I say, crossing my legs and facing him. Justin does the same. 

“Try these and your opinion’ll change. Give me your number and I’ll take you whenever you’re free.” He grins. 

The grapes are long gone and I regret not taking up his multiple offers because I can hear a monster growling in my stomach.

“It’s a deal,” I smile and he imitates me. 

There’s subtle dark marks under his eyes and his eyes look heavy, but his face seems to light up when he smiles and I enjoy watching it happen. It’s like the darkness before the sun comes up from behind the trees and it makes the world seems so much brighter. 

“I’ll see you there,” he grins proudly.

“Promise?”

“Scouts honour.”

I laugh and I can see he’s watching me. His brown eyes are burning into my skin and a flush trickles through my body like boiling water.

“Flight 512 to Toronto, Canada is due at 17:55. Please be ready for departure..”

Justin releases a long breath and sits up straight. “That’s us.”

“Finally,” I say and pick my bag up as it sits on the floor with a swift movement. I feel a strange reluctance to have to leave, despite having spent long enough here.

It’s quiet while we collect our things. Justin is the first to stand and he watches and waits for me while I click the handle of the suitcase into place. He smiles when I stand, he’s taller than me so I still have to lean my head back to be able to see the light in his eyes.

My legs feel as though they’ve been replaced with steel, and I’m struggling to walk beside Justin without feeling aching pains shoot through them.  I clutch the strap of my bag tighter in the palm of my hand.

To my left I can see a cafe with a sign saying ’24 Hour’ and it’s as though my stomach knows; it lets out a howl that lasts a good few seconds before dying down again. I chew my bottom lip and speed up when I smell fresh coffee and baking cookies.

“So,” Justin starts. “Were you serious? Would you be willing to give me your number?” He looks down at me and I can feel the warm look he’s giving me.

I shrug. “Why not? You’ve had plenty of time to kidnap me and you’re yet to do so. I think you’re safe enough,” I chuckle and he laughs. His teeth are blindingly bright and I’m only just acknowledging this. They contrast with his tanned skin.

He gives me his phone to which I take carefully and type my number in. He’s watching me and it causes me to have to delete my mistakes with shaking hands.

“I’ll call you,” he says and I nod.

“I’ll be waiting.”

It sounds like a goodbye, even though we’re still walking to the boarding station together, not to mention, getting on the same plane. I can see the dots in the distance beginning to look like actual figures, and as we get closer, I can see that every one of them looks as exhausted as Justin and I. We stick close together and join the group.

It takes another twenty minutes or so before a steward arrives. Justin has taken a packet out of his backpack and I notice it’s filled with cookies. He takes one and I listen as he crunches contently, trying not to let my mouth water too much.

He moves the packet towards me and I smile while taking one at a steady pace, not wanting to seem too eager.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. I’ve been hearing your stomach growl for the past three hours, I figured I’d help you out,” he says casually. “Here. Take them.” He shoves the packet to my chest and I’m forced to grab them so they don’t fall to the floor.

I blush and say nothing. The group seems to have formed into a queue and the steward is now checking people’s tickets; everyone practically throws the tickets towards the poor man.

I stand beside Justin and munch on a few more of the cookies to rid myself of the empty feeling in my stomach. There’s noise and commotion around us but we stand quietly. Justin’s hand brushes against mine and it’s soft and warm against my own. My heart beats a little faster.

Project?

Originally posted by sethkates


Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Clay had an intention to finish their project. Would they be successful on doing it?

Words: 1.270

A/N: I am so overwhelmed for the feedbacks I am receiving for my previous imagines with Clay and I would like to thank you for the support.
I love you as much as I love this cinnamon roll and I am so inspired to write 13 reasons why imagines.
Thank you for everything guys and I love you all.

P.S.: My requests for 13 reasons why are OPEN!

- G. x

Warning: (Y/E/C) is Your Eye Colour.


It has been a long and tiring day at school and to top it, you still had some projects to finish with your project buddy and best friend, Clay Jensen.

“Are you tired?” Clay worriedly asked you after he saw you yawning for the hundredth time now. “We can do it some other day, if you want. The due of the project is two weeks from now.”

“No,” You smiled at him as he was so caring and thoughtful. “it’s fine, Clay.”

“Are you sure?” He assured as he parked your bike beside his.

“I am sure, Clay!” You playfully slapped him with your black binders and you rolled your eyes as he was starting to annoy you.

“Alright, alright.” He huffed as he gave up on reassuring you. He then looked at you, pretending to be annoyed because of your actions. “Fine then.”

“Finally,” You were relieved when you both headed to his house’s doorstep. “thank God.”

“What? Finally, we are home or finally, I stopped annoying you?” He raised an eyebrow as he opened the door with his keys.

“Both!” You honestly answered and you both entered the Jensen’s home laughing and guffawing, as if something was really funny about it.

“It seems like you are both happy.” You heard a sweet voice coming from the living room.

“At least, you are honest.” He winked at you but quickly turned his head to the living room as he saw his Mum staring at him. “Oh mum, don’t you have any work for today?”

“I wanted to bring these stuffs at home.” She waved some papers that were in her hands and you noticed Clay shaking his head. You then carefully looked around the house. It was clean and perfectly in order. “(Y/N)?”

“Oh, yup!” Clay smiled a little bit and he pulled you to enter the living room with him. You hated him at that moment since you were somehow shy, of course, but you quickly felt comfortable and at home when you saw his mother smiling.

“Lainie!” You smiled at her and she smiled back at you. You met Clay’s mother during the parents’ meeting at your school. “How are you?”

“I’m stressed for works and for my rebellious son right here.” She pointed at the messy piles of papers on her desk and then at Clay. You just laughed as you saw Clay pouting.

“I can imagine.” You nodded, agreeing for what she has just said. “Clay’s been stressing me too.”

“What?!” Clay looked at you and he pretended to be offended for what you have just confessed. His mum laughed and you flashed him an apologetic smile as he rolled his eyes in response.

“Mum, we’re finishing our assigned project in my room.” Clay then said, turning serious as he changed the topic.

“Sure.” Lainie smiled and you flashed her a sweet smile, before you headed to the stairs with Clay. “(Y/N), does it bother you having dinner with us?”

“Of course not, I would voluntarily join you.” You kindly said and you noticed Clay smiling widely while he stood beside you. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” Lainie sympathetically answered and Clay started going upstairs. “Clay?”

“Mum?” He suddenly stopped in the middle of the stair and you almost bumped him.

“Leave your room’s door open.” You giggled at hearing his mum’s reminder.

“Oh my God, Mum!” Clay whined and it made you laugh even more. He continued going upstairs and he led you to his room, leaving the door open like what his mother has reminded him. “Idiot, you are having so much fun here, eh?”

“Oh, shut up Jensen!” You flashed him a death glare as you carelessly plopped your things on his desk. “Shall we start?” Your gaze softened and he flashed you his flat smile, nodding.

“Yup.” He shortly answered and he started to get the materials that you needed to conclude your project.

You both spent the time doing your project, but it didn’t mean that you were serious and deadpan. He kept on doing silly things to make you laugh and to keep you awake. Clay Jensen – that adorable and dorky man that you’ve always liked because he was himself whenever you were with him. Who wouldn’t love him? Everybody would.

“Clay, you are an idiot!” You exclaimed when he poked fun of himself.

“It’s true that you considered me as a nerd when you first met me. Don’t lie.” He ranted as he was trying to cut a piece of paper for the almost finished project.

“It’s not true!” You lied through your teeth. He was right, you really considered him as one of those nerds, one of those good-looking nerds.

“I would kiss you so you would shut your mouth up!” Clay blurted out and your eyes both grew wide. You looked at him putting his scissors and paper down on the floor and he looked straight into your (Y/E/C) orbs.

“Clay?” You stopped yourself from doing anything and you stared at Clay as he bit his red bottom lip. He was shocked too, but he perfectly knew that he couldn’t take his words back anymore.

He created an awkward pace between the two of you, but then you suddenly found yourself closing your eyes and leaning forward, maybe copying Clay’s actions too.

A little moment later, you felt two soft lips on yours and you both slowly deepened the kiss, him constantly pulling your body closer to him. He caressed your cheek as he lingered the taste that your lips allowed and you had your arms wrapped around his neck. You felt some sort of sparks and nervousness, even though you imagined this scene in your head for uncountable times now.

He was about to close the door, but you both heard some footsteps and you suddenly broke the kiss, both scared to be caught.

“Guys, dinner is ready.” You both looked where the deep voice came from and you both nodded, still astonished for the happening between the two of you. Matt, Clay’s father, had a smirk on his face before going back downstairs and you wondered if he saw everything.

“C’mon?” You nodded as your thoughts faded away and you both followed his father.  “That was perfect.” You flashed him an embarrassed but happy smile.

“It was.” You agreed as you both entered the dining room. You could bet that you saw Clay blushing and smiling widely, you couldn’t be wrong with that.

When you entered the room, you saw his parents smiling widely and you both got into your places, so you could start having your dinner.

“How’s your project going on?” Lainie has asked with a bright smile on her face. You looked at Clay, giving him the cue that it was his turn to answer.

“Fine, it’s almost finished.” Clay has said as he tried to chew his food slowly.

“Oh, project?” Matt has asked and you noticed Clay widened his eyes. “Your project consists of kissing and cuddling?”

“Dad!” Clay protested and you both became crimson red in your face and you felt a burning sensation in your whole body. You were embarrassed and dumbfounded.

“Congrats!” His parents said in unison and they both laughed as they saw your reaction. Clay then caressed your hand under the table to calm you down and you both laughed together with his parents.

“Another reason why my door should be shut.” Clay jokingly said. “Always.”

“You have a point in there, buddy!” His father agreed and you all laughed as you felt more relaxed, welcomed and snugged as a bug in a rug.


I cried watching Moana

And I would probably cry again no matter how many times I watch it.

It’s the final scene with Te Ka that gets me. You know how it goes. Moana looks at Te Ka across the ocean, realizes the truth, and lets Te Ka come to her. She sings as she walks onwards to fulfill her destiny as Moana of Motunui. There’s a chorus reminiscent of the previous scene with her Grandma and that is powerful on itself.

But then Moana says they have stolen the heart from inside you. And you see Te Ka rushing towards her with so much anger, desperation, there’s something in the way Te Ka moves, along with this line of the song, that speaks to me on a personal level. Something that makes the broken parts of myself that I’d hidden away so long away resonate. I watched as Te Ka kept going and I felt the knot on my throat.

I might have been able to hold on.

And then; but this does not define you

I cried. I cried during the rest of the scene and I couldn’t stop crying and it was somewhere in between cathartic and terrifying, but it was good. It felt so good.

Because Te Fiti stops. As if this entire time she had allowed an external perception of herself to define who she was. Like the pain and sorrow and fear and anger of losing her heart had swallowed her whole leaving nothing but ashes and anger behind, until in that moment, Moana, with her understanding and forgiveness and acceptance, lets Te Fiti see beyond it.

This is not who you are.
You know who you are.

I cried.

Because it might not have even been their intention, but as someone who has struggled with anger and terror and something terrible inside of me due to the actions of others, as someone who was shaped by someone else’s actions, that scene was one of the most powerful things I’ve seen in a long time.

I didn’t even know I needed it. I cried and smiled, and when Te Fiti appeared again in all her marvelous glory, it was like seeing hope in front of me.

I don’t know. It was a very poignant song for me, and I needed to let it out somewhere.

Twist & Shout ** Very Important**

hello guys <3 

a few years ago @hellfires and i published the fanfiction work “twist and shout”.

since then we’ve been overwhelmed by the response our fic has garnered (good, bad & ugly). 

that’s why, today, i wanted to take the time and say that some changes will be coming regarding the fic and it’s availability online. 

it’s due to circumstances we couldn’t predict, but at times that is how life works. 

the point is, even if it isn’t ideal, we will be making the fic available as a full novel for purchase within the next few weeks/months. what we’re asking right now is for your support. that same support you’ve given the fic so far. we know many of you have been asking for this for a long time, so we are hoping that your excitement remains!

for now, please pass this post around to as many sources as you can. it is important, also, for people to know with publication comes the chore of scrubbing and erasing the fic from the internet as much as we can to avoid any legal troubles. if you have a pdf of the fic we ask that you do not post it to the internet anymore. please tell your friends this. we are hoping that the novelization will lead to response as much as the fic. 

raven and i are going to work very hard to keep the integrity of the fic intact while still making enough changes that it is viable! it will still be the story you love, with a bit of a makeover. 

thanks for you love & respect. please continue to support us on this venture <3 we couldn’t do it without you. at this time raven and i are still in conversation so we won’t be able to answer all your questions right away, but if you have any major concerns or interest please come to us for an official answer <3 thank you again xoxo

hannah & raven

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BTS REACTS TO: Seeing you at the airport after months apart

Anon Asked: BTS reaction to you meeting them at the airport after months of being apart because of them being on tour and you running into their arms to greet them while smiling and crying?

Cue corny romance movie background music - Admin Dayna


Seokjin

Boarding off the plane and grabbing his suitcase was routine by now. He put no thought into the process, and he was one track minded on getting in the car with the boys to head back to the dorms and order food. You waiting for him just outside the airport automatic doors caught him completely by surprise. You stood there, tapping your foot. Anxiety and impatience getting a better hold of you. Jin’s face lit up the second he saw you, but when you saw him, you erupted into tears instead. The sudden burst of emotion caught Seokjin completely off guard. You ran into his arms, sobbed into his shirt – it has been far too long since the two of you had been apart. Jin soon enough found himself tearing up too.

“Ahhh, [y/n]… why are you crying?”

“I missed you, Jin…”

“You’re going to make me cry too!”

“Cut it out!”

Originally posted by xxjoohoney

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