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Norway

This past weekend was an emotional one.  For starters, helping Jessica under the streetcar, but for other reasons too; I am currently on my way to Norway alone. Alone with the seat next to me empty.  It’s weird though, as I have a sense of sadness for myself I’m alone, but also a huge amount of relief that A. is not next to me. 

It’s been a turbulent (pun! as I’m on a plane typing this) past few months, and at thirty two years old I have a deep sense of sadness that I stayed in such a shitty relationship so long. I suppose it’s because of this Norway trip; the trip we planned and booked way too early.  The trip that stopped me from walking running weeks ago. 

He treated me terribly. And although there are moments over the past few months I definitely think I could have handled things better (and will try to learn from for the future) at the end of the day it was awful.  You hear communication is key, but I had never realized just how important. This past one actually highlighted how good it was in my previous relationships. Because this one? In this one we were so so misaligned. He’d go three days without responding to several messages from me. And then when I spoke to him about it, he’d make me somehow apologize. Umm, what? He’d never really make me feel special or wanted. And weird small things would happen over and over again; like when I accidentally forgot concert tickets and felt awful about it, he looked at me and said, I’m going to make you feel as bad as I possibly can.  And he did. 

I thought a lot of it was because of the distance, but then when I arrived in Toronto nothing changed. Last Saturday he was supposed to come over for dinner at 5pm. I cleaned and curled my hair and waited and waited. I texted, but nothing, and then eventually called.  When I called instead of hitting “no” on his phone, he accidentally hit “yes,” and put the phone back in his pocket.  I foolishly had previously thought he had lost track of time at work, but then I heard the music and girls and how drunk he was.  I listened in for 8 minutes to him drunkly chatting to girls. While waiting for him on my couch.  He never showed up that night. 

When I confronted him the next day (in the name of Norway… and hope!) I told him I honestly wasn’t sure he was a good person.  He’d not shown up (verbally and in person) to critical moments over the past few months, and that wasn’t good enough for me.  I told him to step up, or that’s it.  He told me he’d step up, but then a mere eight hours before my flight to Norway took off he said he wasn’t going to come. Cool, cool, that’s for waiting to so long to tell me! But along with the sudden shock of going alone, relief, I had a lot of relief.  

You hear love is patient and love is kind, and I’ve come to realize that that’s really the bottom line.  When you decide to sync your life up with someone else’s if you’re both kind and patient it translates into nearly everything else. 

(I started this post on the plane, so please forgive the past/current tenses changing) 

Then my first night in Norway I met Sean. We crossed paths in an airbnb within my first few hours in Norway, and took a walk together as we were heading the same way. The walk turned into three days and a hop, skip and jump to Stockholm.  I’ll save my Sean adventure for another post, but my goodness, it was amazing.  It reminded me of what I should expect, how I should feel, how I should laugh (not cry!), and how it should all be easy. (It also showed me that one should never envy couples! :) As we held hands and kissed in the old streets of Stockholm, and laughed and sat for hours on patios… but had just met a few days before! So, you never know!)

Sean headed back to the States today, and I flew back to Norway. Tomorrow I set off down the coast of Norway to explore the fjords alone.  I’m excited, and ready, and happy to be seeing the world alone, as apposed to with the wrong person.  PHEW. 

ps. Lots of Stories/Photos on Instagram (LizClaire_) should you feel bored :) 

I’m having one of those days where all I can think is “everything is awful and I’m never going to improve” so I decided to compare my first iwaoi picture to my most recent just to remind myself that even if I can’t see the improvement in the short-term, it’s definitely still happening.

1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names Prompt Challenge

This is a prompt challenge @suddenclarityharry had the inspiration for after reading some of the feelings described in the book 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names.  Participants pick a random number between 1 and 1000 and have to use the feeling described to write a short fic in a week’s time!  We hope you enjoy reading them as much as we enjoyed writing them.

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major-trouble  asked:

You need to tell that story immediately.

The Colin Mochrie story? Gladly. This is a good story.

So I go to this college, and it can best be described as a little weird. It desperately wants to be Cambridge, but it’s not Cambridge, so it takes out its frustration with not being Cambridge on weird collective mockeries of Cambridge stuff. So far so good.

One of these weird mockeries is the debate club.

It’s hard to even properly call the Literary Institute a debate club - it is a club, and it does debates, but the debates are 100% stand-up comedy in a parliamentary format and the other half is bullshit pantomiming. For instance, every year at matriculation, the club drunkenly rushes the stage, interrupts the ceremony, and calls everyone in the audience a horse’s ass (occasionally while quoting Dune). It also puts on a yearly event called ‘Tuck-Ins’, in which people in the dorms can sign up (or sign their friends up) to have the entire LIT burst into their room, give them bedtime snacks, give them bedtime beer, sing some bedtime songs, and tell them a bedtime story. Except, the LIT never does anything seriously, so the bedtime song was always Barrett’s Privateers and the bedtime story was almost always something we called ‘The Rat Story’. Let me tell you about the Rat Story.

The Rat Story was a piece of… literature… that a LIT member dragged out of the dregs of the internet many years ago. Nobody knows where it came from, and my efforts to find it again were unsuccessful, but good lord, it was bad. It was a page-and-a-half-long Hermione/Wormtail (rat form) smut fic and it was awful. So awful. I’m cringing just thinking about it. It’s the worst thing I’ve ever read, and at this point I basically know it by heart. We read it aloud, from the poorly worded introduction to its horrible closing line (AND HE SCAMPERED AWAY WET! STUNNED! AND THRILLED!) dozens of times in a single night to unsuspecting students. It was an experience.

Now you might be wondering how Colin Mochrie fits into this.

So, one of the other things my college does powerfully and often is pretension. We are the most pretentious college you will ever see, and our college clubs are proof positive of this. Every year, various college clubs send out dozens of official-sounding letters inviting our various favourite well-known-people to attend our meagre college events (I, as president of the James Bond Society, personally invited Barack Obama, Sean Connery, and the Queen to our AGM). However, this year the Comedy Club was riding particularly high, and it sent out quasi-sincere invitations to speak to a variety of Canadian comedians.

And Colin Mochrie showed up, one fateful Tuck-Ins night.

He gave a talk, which was very good, but noticed as the talk finished that many students were rushing away to something in an awful hurry. We explained that it was the night of Tuck Ins, an important and sacred college tradition and that

We would be delighted if he would join us.

And that, my friends, is the story of how I found myself crammed in a dorm room with 20 other people, listening to Colin Mochrie describe Peter Pettigrew’s rat boner to a couple of second years who had no idea what they were getting into.

Glorious Gems of MP - Purana Mahal of Datia

It is a chilly November morning at 9 am, and we are on our way to Datia. The entire drive had very limited visibility and it felt like the fog had developed its own character overnight and started travelling with us like an old companion. Little did I know, this was probably the best preface for the place I was about to visit shortly. Around mid-day, the fog started clearing up to reveal some friendly jaggery hawkers.

I looked around, and find myself surrounded by sugarcane fields! That is when I learnt that the periphery of this district is famous for jaggery factories.

Biting on a few delicious pieces, I moved towards Tourist Motel in Datia where I got a glimpse of the main attraction - the marvellous Bir Singh Palace, also known as Datia Palace and locally referred to as the Purana Mahal. I sat on a bench, looking at the breathtaking view of this overwhelmingly stunning palace!

This palace is famous as a testimony to friendship. As I wondered the story behind the palace, my guide narrated one of the most unique stories I have heard in a long time. Centuries ago, when Bundela Raja Bir Singh and Akbar entered into an alliance at Orchha, it marked the beginning of a friendship with the Mughal ruler’s son Jahangir. Bir Singh built the Jahangir Mahal at Orchha to welcome him on his first visit to the city. But the Raja was not too impressed by the Orchha Mahal and so went on to build this majestic maze of a palace in Datia.

Up close, Bir Singh Palace was more than just a spectacle. So much so that I was awe struck by the entrance gate itself. Each of the tiles, carvings, colours, motifs had a tale about a great friendship. The figures in yellow represent Bir Singh and the one in green depict Jahangir placed in numerous frames made to look like almirahs. The main arch has carvings of them catching deers, a dragon like figure as well as motifs of the sun and the moon.

Sadly, a lot of the enamel work had withered away with time but it still does not need a lot of imagination to guess how breathtaking it must have been when it was built. I spent a good amount of time gazing at the gate and figuring out these stories that were the inspiration for this wall.

Built entirely of brick and stone with no cement or iron to hold it together, this palace is one of the finest examples of the blend of Indo-Islamic architecture. Designed in the form of a Swastik, it is a great balance of classical and symmetrical.  No wonder Sir Edward Lutyens, the renowned British architect was awestruck by this palace. He was so overwhelmed by Datia Mahal that he chose to visit other edifices in India before he embarked on designing New Delhi.

The palace stands on a square base with octagonal towers on each of its corners. Some of the ceilings have beautifully carved islamic patterns that looked like the night sky filled with stars. Some of them have naqqashi work. The chhatris are in the shape of a lotus petal, whereas arches and doorways are clearly inspired my islamic architecture. Every wall spoke to me about the beautiful aesthetics and whispered poems of friendship. Although the rooms with stucco work were shut, I managed to get a peek of a few figures - trees, birds, vases - simply stunning. This wonderful fusion of two worlds made it even more interesting to spend more time around this place.

In the 17th century, the cost of building this palace was about a whopping 35 lakhs but the heartbreaking part is that no one actually ended up living in it.

And the biggest irony - even Jahangir himself was never able to visit it.

About the artist 

Neethi Goldhawk is an independent illustrator and textile print designer who loves drawing all things dreamy, inspired by nature and life. She has illustrated for platforms like Redbull Amaphiko and Launchora. Her pen name (Goldhawk) was concocted in the crowded space of her mind full of absurd characters, who are but little children at heart. She is an avid Tumblr blogger and can be found here

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idk what you mean by “new” but here are a couple shits i drew back when things werent Awful™ like two episodes ago

No one probably cares about my interpretation of ESNY but I was just listening to it over and over in the car while driving and it made me have thoughts so here they are..

Obviously this interpretation is with a larrie lens and I’m not saying Harry’s intentions with writing this song have ANYTHING to do with this but it’s just what made sense to me given the specifics of NY.

So I was thinking, what if this is the song he wrote “3 years ago”? Now of course when he said 3 years that could be a range of time between end of 2012 to 2014 in my mind. I doubt he was like thinking well I wrote it on this exact day exactly 3 years ago from today when he said that. But anyway…

Even if it wasn’t the one written a long time ago, the lines about praying (for something to end?) ever since NY really struck me. And with my larrie googles put on, I could see this song being like a little emotional scenario that could have happened around the time of haylor. As anyone who was here at that time knows, Louis’ mood went from “hahaha jokes this is so hilarious” when it came to haylor to BAM “this is awful and I hate this and I’m not ok” like literally overnight. And for the entire month of December after harry was papped with Taylor in Central Park it was very very rare to see louis with a genuine smile on his face.

So basically I feel like the lyrics could relate back to how they were feeling during that time and how that was really the turning point for them in terms of the closeting going from lol jokes to ok this is actually serious and this hurts.

Just a thought! I’m not very good at analyzing specific lines but overall it was just the general vibe I got.

anonymous asked:

That last HP edit you just posted. Can you please show how you make those? Theyre sooo beautiful Im in awe of that set!

Thank you! <3

I decided to make 3 different tutorials on how to do this since I was asked a while ago on how to do it. Sorry for the long wait but yeah, this came out long so I’m putting the actual tutorial on my page, they are all linked if you click on the Method titles.

Please like and/or reblog if you found this somewhat helpful. I suck at writing so sorry for any mistakes. 

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Friends Part 9

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 3143

Thank you @amrita31199 you are the best and thank you for correcting so fast,

credits to the gif owners

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

You look at the giant compound in front of you, with all your courage you ring the doorbell. Bruce answers the door asking gently “What are you doing here? There is nobody home, didn’t you hear about what happened?”

“What happened, Bruce?” Your heart hurts, you are already preparing for the worst “I don’t know all the details, but Hydra wants to make another super soldier. Apparently, they are kidnapping civilians to make the experiments.”

This is so horrible, you feel sorry for all these people that are having their life destroyed but at the same time you are relieved that Bucky is alright and that it is just another mission “Shouldn’t you be there with them?”

You imagined that the Hulk would be helpful in these situations “I wouldn’t be very useful in that situation, they need to be discrete and the Hulk is nothing like that.”  You should go home, it seems like the Universe doesn’t want you two to be together. It is the only explanation.

“Oh I see, I am so sorry to bother you so late. “ You check your phone it is way past midnight “Can you let me know when they get home? I really need to talk to, Bucky.” Bruce opens the front door for you “Why don’t you sleep here tonight? It’s pretty late and Bucky will kill me if something happens to you.”

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Separate Rooms

request: When you first start dating Shawn and you visit him on tour his crew would make you guys sleep in separate room and you wouldn’t really care but Shawn would be protesting it

a/n: um i start my classes at uni today um ??? new things??? what ???? omg ????


You laughed as you followed Manny to the baggage claim, since Aaliyah had fallen asleep on the plane and had a red mark on her forehead from where she was leaning against the side of the cabin. “Shut up,” Aaliyah joked, blushing.

“Aw, Liyah! It’s so cute!” You poked her in the side, falling into one of the chairs to wait for your luggage.

The carousel started moving not too long later, and the three of you grabbed the suitcases pretty quickly, and you sent a sent to your boyfriend, letting him know you were on the way to the hotel.

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Those Were Her Words…

Ok so I have been getting THE FEELS lately from gif sets like these, and they remind me of this ~ridiculously cracky~ personal headcanon I have. 

One of my FAVORITE quotes in the ASoIaF series is in AGoT when Ned tells Sansa “When you’re old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who’s worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong.” 

And if you’re like me you probably spend way to much time over analyzing and wondering why those 3 words? Why brave and gentle and strong? Where did he get that?!

What if it was something Ned had heard before… From someone else… A long time ago?

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Imagine being Niklaus’ best friend. He’s under the impression you have no idea who/what he truly is, but after an accident that leaves you hopped up on the good drugs.. everything just comes tumbling out.

Originally posted by skyangel22

Klaus X Reader (Best Friends)

Klaus is enjoying some much needed quiet time, painting in his studio and sipping on some bourbon. New Orleans has been calm for quite some time now and the Mikaelson family has finally found the peace they fought for, for so long.

His cell rings and after carefully setting down his paintbrush, he digs out the offending noise maker and answers it without so much as glancing at the caller ID. “This better be important.”

Um,” the voice wavers. “May I speak to a Mr. Niklaus Mikaelson, please?

He sighs. “Speaking.”

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How did I not see this for so long??

This was for my birthday MONTHS ago— MIZAR!!! Ô;▵;Ô I just found this by accident… I feel horrible!
Did you try sending this to me? Did it drown in my messages?? Where have you been with this this whole time??? This is amazing, I can’t put into words how surprised I am! YOU ARE SO, SO TALENTED!!! THIS IS SO PRO!!!

What on Earth happened though!? How have I not seen this sooner?!

I’m still so in awe. I can’t begin to explain how dumbfounded I am by the sheer explosive presentation you so skillfully strewn together– I’m, inspired! AMAZED! I’M MOTIVATED!! I’m– sitting in a public space with wide eyes, gasping like a fish outta water and puzzling a group of ladies across from me.

woah, I wanna hug you so badly. I’m horrifyingly happy but so, so disappointed I didn’t see this the SECOND it was uploaded! I’m DEEPLY. DEEPLY remorseful I didn’t see this on time! Mizarrrr… if you’re reading this, I hope, I HOPE you’ll forgive my horrid qwerk of not going through my inbox to its entirety. Because of that, I missed this beautiful piece of art that’s clearly had so much passion and time spent on.

I love it. I love this with every fiber in my heart.

Family Reunion-(Stiles Stilinski)

Originally posted by martabuzz

Summary: You and Stiles attend a family reunion, but with a twist. Stiles is your fake ‘boyfriend’.

Warnings: none?

Pairing: Eventual Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 1561


I pull up into a car park down the street from my grans lake house and shoot Stiles a look of gratitude. If it weren’t for Stiles, my best friend and savior, I would have to endure another agonizing family reunion full of teasing and hurtful jokes aimed in my direction.

There are yearly family reunions at my grans lake house, and this year I’ve decided to bring along Stiles to end their tormenting. He’d play along as my ‘boyfriend’ and I’d be left alone once and for all.

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off limits

[peter parker x reader]

author’s note: got a very random surge of inspiration lol. i had a lot of fun with the reader’s characterization here because i hardly ever write something like it. so i really do hope you like this!

word count: 1,626

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Leaning

so @aquaticnaho requested (AGES AGO, I am so sorry!!!!) emetophobic!Keith getting an awful space virus and being miserable, and helpful Lance swooping in to the rescue! I kinda ran with it and it got long, so I hope you can forgive me for letting this sit for so damn long! I hope you enjoy, and obvs, emeto warning! I myself am fairly emetophobic, and I based Keith’s reactions on my own, so I don’t think there’s anything TOO graphic in there, but proceed with caution!

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There’s bags under my eyes
I haven’t slept in days
They told me to water the flowers every two
I think it’s been three
They didn’t ask for a whole awful lot.
Oh well. I forgot.
Remember when I did what I was told?
Bright days long ago before I got old?
Maybe those days were so bright they burnt out the light
It’s dark now
I have no sight.
I was given a world that didn’t belong to me
I can’t pretend it’s mine anymore
It’s okay. It just wasn’t meant to be.
Home is somewhere. I just haven’t found the right door.
Maybe in darkness I’ll find my own kind of light
Maybe in darkness I’ll trip into a world I was looking for.