this is no longer okay

anonymous asked:

NestaxCassian Nesta is a new librarian, who is quite proud of her Masters in Library and Information Science, at the university Cassian is a Professor at.

Okay, so this turned out longer than I expected…..whoops? Thank you for your submission! I hope you enjoy it <3


Nesta has only been working at this dump of a library for 3 hours and already realized how badly they needed her help. The book arrangements were all wrong and don’t even get her started on the study areas.

All the desks had been facing the wall instead of the giant widow in the opposite direction. Were they trying to make these students depressed?

This wouldn’t do.

She immediately lifted the desk closest to her and began to turn it around when her skirt got caught under one of the desk legs.

When she bent down to free her skirt, her foot slipped on a wooden pencil landing her flat on her ass. “Well shit.”

“Oh my, let me help you.”

Nesta didn’t get the chance to get a look at the kind stranger before hands slipped under her arms and lifted her easily off the ground.

“Thank you fo-“ All the wheels in her mind ceased to turn when she beheld the man in front of her.

He wore a crisp white button up shirt with deep gray pants and shoes that looked Italian. His sleeves were messily rolled up to his elbows, and his hair was pulled back to reveal the tattoos on his neck. He smiled and waved a hand in front of his face. Oh crap, was he talking? He chuckled

“Are you new here?”

“Yes. This is my first day.”

“Well in that case welcome to Valerias University.”

It took her too long to realize he was holding his hand out for her to shake.

“Thanks. I’m Nesta.”

“What a beautiful name.”

“Yea well, I didn’t have any say in it, so I can’t take the credit.”

She hadn’t meant to be funny but the handsome god like man’s smile broadened.

“The names Cassian, but my friends call me Cas.”

“Thank you for your help Cassian.”

“Ouch. Shot down.”

“Excuse me?”

“I was hoping you’d refer to me as Cas so I could say that we’re friends.”

“My friendship is not so easily gained.”

“I accept this challenge.” His smile turned to a smirk.

“Well good luck with that. In the mean time I need to change these desks.”

“Riiiiight because that worked out well for you the first time…”

“One thing you may earn the privilege to know about me is that I don’t give up.”

“I like that in a woman.”

“Do you have some sort of job here, or are you only good for flappin your mouth?”

“Oh, I think you’d rather enjoy the multiple things I can do with my mouth.” All he got was an uninterested glare in return *cough*

“I’m a uh- professor here. I teach science.”

“Of course you do, and I’m guessing you teach anatomy?”

“As a matter of fact I do. I wouldn’t mind giving you a tour of the human body if you’re interested….”

“I know the human body quite well thank you very much.”

“Oh I’m sure you do….listen, I’m gonna be over there in the corner by the modern literature at 5:00pm. If you happen to be in the same area I’d love to take you to dinner.”

Nesta kept a face of disinterest and aloofness

“We shall see.” Nesta began to once again move the desks in the opposite direction which was clearly a dismissal. She didn’t have time for cocky bastards who hit on anything with a pulse, but a girl’s gotta eat right?


Nesta was doing some last minute dusting before closing when she heard footsteps against the wooden floor.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry, did I keep you waiting sweetheart?”

“You’re just lucky I haven’t left yet.”

He took a step closer to her.

“And why didn’t you?”

“Today was my first day. I wanted to make a good impression.”

Two more steps.

“I can assure you that your first impression was more than satisfactory.”

They were less than a foot from each other.

“I’m starving, are you buying me food or not?”

“A woman who gets straight to the point, I like it.”

“What’s the point in wasting time when I can just say what I want?”

He was a breath away now.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

He reached his hand out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear that had fallen loose form her bun.

“May I kiss you Nesta?”

“You barely even know me.”

“I have good instincts….”

She leaned forward in what could be assumed as initiating a kiss.

Their lips one inch from each other.

“You’re going to have to do better than that professor.”

Her lips grazed his cheek as she walked away.

“I’ll meet you outside in five minutes, don’t keep me waiting.”

Cassian shook his head.

He was in deep shit.


Thinking of making a part 2??? Depends on how much attention this gets, so let me know what you think! 

anonymous asked:

I currently identify as bisexual,which I am very open about. I have no tolerance for bisexuality being invalidated or biphobia in any form. I've identified as bi basically as soon as I was old enough to feel sexually attracted to anyone. However,as time goes on, I find myself less and less interested in men and am not totally sure I am still into them. I know for certain I am romantically and sexually attracted to women. But I mostly keep quiet because I don't want to validate biphobes at all

listen, it is totally okay to drop labels when they no longer apply to you. it’s fine to change. fuck biphobes anyway they dont know what theyre talking about. if youre not bisexual youre not bisexual and thats okay.

anonymous asked:

You ok there Sans? You look kinda nervous and uncomfortable....

[Continued from this post]

“y-yeah, thanks. we’ll, uh, wait in there ‘til you’re done. it was, eh, nice to meet you. sorry for… y’know… ”

Caddy: “It’s okay, Sans. Papyrus, you stay with your brother, okay? We won’t be very much longer in here, then we can go to the Vivarium.”

* The boys leave with Dallas, leaving Caddy and Gaster alone with Dr. Greenburg

Gaster: “Thank you for understanding, Dr. Greenburg. Sans can be, eh, nervous around new people, and places like this… but he insisted on coming so he could be with his brother.”

Caddy: “I’m sure you heard how Dr. Gaster was sent here last year, too. When he had that health scare? Everything turned out okay, as you can see, but it was touch and go for a few days.”


Sorry but, ugh, I really need to write, I need to say
If you don’t want to read, go away, please

Okay, I’m fucking tired of everything
I can’t stand that
I no longer have the strength
What I mean?
Okay, I talk in order
- I start to have nothing inside me, like feeling
In the time, I feel indifferent??
Of family, love, studying, my future
I don’t know how I can say it, because I don’t even understand myself but, this nothing feeling, isn’t good, I think
- Alone
I’m the person really hate to stay alone, without answers, explanations
In this time I see I’m really alone
I don’t have nobody
Ok, I exchange two words with someone but
In the reality, I don’t have nobody, with close contact
See people important for me, talk with another and not with me, it’s, ugh
This not make a sense
Am I not important? Am I annoying???
I don’t know but
This hurt me really hard
I vomiting for that and this is fucking stupid, I know
But I’m only scared, my emotions show up with physical pain and this isn’t beatiful
Yeah, it’s an hard anxiety, anxiety on me make it
I am reduced that the bones are seen
My brain isn’t okay with it too, I have crisis of it, hard crisis
I talk like a victim but
I have this personality, I try to make it good, but I just got worse
After this
I have hallucinations and this is fucking horrible, this make me more bad
I don’t know if I suffer mental problem, probably but, I wait a conferm by the psychologist
I don’t sleep, if I sleep it’s like 2/3 hours
I don’t eat
I don’t know if I say a goodbye on internet or not
Because I’m bad on it, I’m bad of everything on it
But in the same, I don’t want to go
I don’t know
I don’t know if I talk with persons here
I don’t know if I leave socials
I’m only tired
I’m really sorry for this vent, sorry for my bad english
I probably repent for write this sorry
Sorry if I make to you feeling of a guilty
I’m fucking horrible person

slavic languages gothic

You see a sentence written in cyrillic. Some of the letters are familiar. You see the meaning shimmering underneath the surface. You almost grasp it, but it slips away. The letters on the page mock you silently.

You know this Czech word. You’ve already learnt it in Polish. It is not the same word. It is a grave insult. Your slavic friends are shocked and embarassed for you when they hear you speak it.

There is a sentence in Croatian. There is a sentence in Serbian. There is a sentence in Bosnian. They are all the same sentence.

You have to write about your day in Slovak. You spend the night polishing the draft. You fail your assigment. It’s written in Czech. You don’t know Czech.

P is not what it seems. You have to remember that.

The Croatian sentence does not mean what the Bosnian sentence means. They both mean the same in Serbian.

That word has a diminutive. The diminutive has its own diminutive. The diminutive of the diminutive also has a diminutive. Nobody knows what the final diminutive of a word is. Some say the knowledge had been lost in centuries past and matrioshkas are the echo, the tangible warning left for us to remember. No living creature should hold the means of diminishing something into nonexistence.
Others say you may still find some of them in old soviet textbooks, if you dare to look in abandoned schools of Chernobyl.

Someone is speaking to you. Is that a he or a she? You aren’t sure. It’s an abstract concept. Why does it have gender.

You see a word in a dictionary. It has seventeen letters and only one vowel. You close the dictionary very carefully not looking at the phonetic transcription. The shape of it haunts you in your sleep. You wake up face damp with tears, a bitter taste on your tongue. The clock blinks 3:03AM. You do not dare look up that word again.

This word means the same thing in the five slavic languages you’re familiar with. You use it in the sixth one. That word does not exist in this language. It never did. There is now a word-shaped void in the fabric of this language. The natives look at you uneasily. There is a new quality to the silence and your palms start to sweat.

H is not H. H is not H. H is not H. H is not H.

One day you flip through your dictionary. A page is missing. What was the word? You can’t remember. There is pressure building at the back of your head. The clock blinks 3:03AM.

You write my name is in cyrillic. There are shadows dancing on the walls. They grow longer with each letter you write down. It is not cyrillic you’re using. You keep writing my name is. The shadows now bleed from the tip of your pen. It’s irrelevant. You need to remember the right letters.

N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not… If only you could remember the letters. The letters are important. What was it, that wasn’t N?

There are nine different prefixes you can add to a verb to change its meaning. There are fifty three different suffixes you have to add to a verb to make it work. In the end the only thing left of the original is a vague shape of one of its middle consonants. You can feel the anguish radiating from the verb’s mutialted form. A desperate sob escapes through your clenched teeth. You’re so, so sorry, you didn’t meant to. You didn’t. It doesn’t matter.

You now read a text in Russian. You’ve never learnt Russian. Why are you reading that text? The words burn your eyes, the meaning searing your mind.

There’s a shot of vodka in front of you. You don’t drink alcohol. You don’t care. All existence is meaningless, your soul’s in eternal pain. A broken matrioshka lays at your feet. There is no salvation, she says boring into your eyes. You open your mouth to answer, but there is only a burst of harsh rustle. It dies in whispering echoes a moment later. Your glass is empty again.


“Ah, at the end, Gray sama reached me”



Rogue One Valentines

(with suggestions from @leechbrain and @foreign-eggplant)

Between Two Lungs by caramelle/caramelkru

Cassian doesn’t exactly mean to, but as he’s coming up from his bow, he sort of accidentally on purpose makes eye contact with the young Erso heiress.

Her glance merely passes over him, and her face remains perfectly and diplomatically blank.

And yet, somehow, he instantly feels like he’s already managed to offend her.

Amazing Regency/Pride & Prejudice AU one-shot! Read it on AO3.


VIXX jumping cast