to ask how I was doing and how my mom was

i-like-yoshi  asked:

can i ask, if its ok, how long it took to get ur hylian crest tattoo done?? ;w; i've never gotten a tattoo at all but i looovvveee them but i'm a BIG CRYBABY ALSO. but i really want some, especially a hylian crest, and i've been trying to talk myself into doing it for ages so maybe knowing more about how u got yours could help me prepare for one?? sorry im sure u get asked about tattoos all the time & i know that wears on some ppl so u dont gotta answer! urs is very well done tho!!!!

i actually don’t get asked about my hylian crest tattoo very often dw


MY MOM WANTED TO GET TATTOO’D WITH ME AS A BONDING EXPERIENCE but i didn’t want the design she’d had (i also didn’t want to have the same tattoo as her for Reasons) so i asked if i could get a zelda tattoo instead because i was a 17 year old with no impulse control and she was like SURE!! bc she was just so happy to get tattoo’d with me

it didn’t hurt very bad in that location! upper bicep isn’t too bad at all. my half-sleeve was An Ordeal comparatively.

but yeah we literally just made an appointment at the place, i told missus i wanted a hylian crest tattoo, then we came back on the day of our appointment and they inked my mom in like 90 minutes and inked me in about two hours!

tattoos are great! i had a few people telling my “you’re gonna regret it!!!” but like hey bud i have WAAAAYYY MORE BIGGER FISH TO FRY IN MY LIFE than whether or not i’m gonna live to be cool with a tattoo, like,,,,

renaudcr7  asked:

Evergreen trees

Evergreen Trees: Share a memory that shaped you

It’s not really one memory, it’s more like little things I have seen over the years. It’s how my dad treats my mom. He, like everyone else, is not perfect, and he may have not always known the right things to say or do, but when I see how he looks at her when she’s not looking; when I see how much he encourages her to be the best woman she can be; when I see how much he believes in her even when she doesn’t…that’s when I know that I want to be on the receiving end of that one day.

I also see the things that I wouldn’t want a man to do…and I guess watching my parents’ relationship is a memory in progress that is shaping my thoughts about how I’d like my romantic relationship to be; learning from the good and from the not so good. 


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  • 26: How often do I wear a fake smile?
  • 27: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
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  • 40: Failed a class?
  • 41: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?
  • 42: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?
  • 43: Been outside my home country?
  • 44: Been in airplane?
  • 45: Learned another language?
  • 46: Dyed my hair?
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When my mother asks Are you gay? I tell her I am
sorry. When she asks How can you possibly love
something that looks just like you do?

I wonder how long she has hated herself.

My sister shakes me by the shoulders and says:

Mom will never be the mother you need her
to be. She cannot give you the love

you deserve to receive.

This is something I am trying to accept.

My mom insists she doesn’t mind the glitter, just
the mess it’s left all over the house. She doesn’t mind
my sexuality, just how it sticks to the furniture.

She is not angry at me- just exhausted.

Now, there is so much to clean
before we have company.

To quote Elizabeth Holly: ‘I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING!‘

I wanted to put more things, like eliza showing up asking philip2 who whe was talking to, but the post would bee too long?
and instead of asking “how’s mom doing?” I thought in “How’s everyone doing” so little philip could answer with “everyone’s fine, but mom says angelica(Hamilton) is sick” referring to her mental health after philip’s death.


and the “make me proud” is a reference from blow us all away  ‘’be smart, make me proud son’‘

two girls, one bed.
we are five and i show you my new doll and you smile and say it’s pretty and the sunlight hits your face making you look like an angel so when you ask me to play with the doll i don’t even complain and tell you you can keep it. you laugh and hug me and i feel happy.

two girls, one bed.
we are eleven and doing our homework when you ask me whether i like any boys from our school. the question makes me nervous and anxious and my stomach feels weird but i push it down and just shrug it off. you tell me about david and how you two hung out at the library and how he kissed your cheek and you called him from your mom’s phone and talked for two hours. i don’t know david and i don’t think i even want to. one week later i see you two holding hands in english class and i feel angry.

two girls, one bed.
we are sixteen and listening to some music and you sing along when your phone starts ringing and you ask me to turn the music down. it’s your boyfriend and you laugh at everything he says and promise to meet him tonight at the park. you hang up with an ‘i love you’ and i leave the room to get some water though i’m not thirsty and my hands are shaking and i can’t drink without spilling it. later that night i sneak you into my room and you smell like smoke and beer and you tell me about how good it feels to kiss someone. your words leave a bitter taste in my mouth and when you fall asleep i kiss your shoulder and feel guilty.

two girls, one bed.
we are twenty and you are crying because yet another boy broke your heart and i try to tell you that it’s not you, that you are amazing and beautiful and kind and that not a single one of them deserves you and i’m crying too. we fall asleep in each other’s arms and my dreams are soft and quiet, filled with fairy lights and roller coasters. when i wake up you are looking at me and something feels different and when you kiss me i understand and i feel happy again.

—  cotton candy taste // m.p.
Me and my mother go out for coffee. We are sitting at the table when I ask her,
‘Do you think it’s possible to wake up one day and realize that you’ve stopped loving the person you spent the last two decades of your life with?’
She stops what she’s doing and she says, ‘It happens. Except it doesn’t happen the way you think it does.’
I take a sip from my coffee mug.
‘Then how does it happen?’
'It happens slowly. Just like it takes time to learn love, it takes time to forget it.’
'How do you forget what you never had?’ She’s looking at me wide eyed now.
I tell her, 'If you wake up one day and realize that you have stopped loving, then you never really loved at all. Love doesn’t just become a past, and even for the many times it does, it is always a present too, you know? It’s the kind of thing you always carry around with you.’
I stop talking after that and my mother spills her coffee. Her hands are shaking and in her gaze, I know that she is trying to find the right words to tell me that love is fucked up like that sometimes. That I am right. That it stays, even when it can’t.
'Whoever it is that you love, is going to be lucky. You’re going to do it right darling, and every single time after the first is going to be better, because when everyone else forgets you’re going to remember.’
She reaches over the table and takes my hands, 'Love only hurts if you let it, so you might as well wear it like your favorite dress. It’s always going to look beautiful on you. Like maybe love was something made to fit girls with warrior hearts and bravery louder than their mothers, like yours- perfectly.’
—  For Girls With Warrior Hearts and Bravery Louder Than Their Mothers// thewordsyouneverunderstood

some1: why do you like kpop so much??
me, internally: i love everything about it! the teamwork, the relationships, how hard all of the members work individually and together. i don’t like how hard it is for all of them, but i love how they manage to get through it together. i love how much idols appreciate and adore their fans and how much fans appreciate and adore their idols. i love the range of music and talents. how even though i don’t understand the words i can still understand the emotions and relate to the songs. i like kpop so much because of how much it inspires me, makes me happy, draws me closer to others, and gives me something to be passionate about
me: …i like the music

ethnic ambiguity; or, what is lily evans? a collection of microaggressions

i am neither pakistani nor turkish, but i am (like lily here) ethnically ambiguous. i can’t tell you how many times i’ve been asked what i am, told i am not asian enough or not white enough, called exotic or “oriental” (good gOD do not call me oriental), and how much i’ve watched my mom and grandmother suffer for their race in this damn country. so this is for @prongsyouignoramus, but this is also for me. may we someday have canon characters who look like us. love you, precious human <3


• she goes by lily, has ever since the first time in primary that a teacher refused to call her by her first name

• she’s always rather liked her full name, ayşa lily evans, she never thought it was that difficult to say, but the teachers and the other kids cant or dont want to learn to say ay-sha, so lily it is

• by age ten she knows her family’s story a lot. her mother is half pakistani (punjab, she thinks, but some details are fuzzy) and half turkish, moved to england in 1951 shortly after india and pakistan split.

• dad learnt turkish for her mother, they say, and lily always liked the language, but her favorite is the way urdu rolls off her tongue

• tuney (mariam petunia) has a hard time with the languages though, she tries really hard but the words dont always sound right when she says them

• she and her sister dont look very much alike at all, petunia looks a lot like dad with blonde hair and a small english nose, but tuney’s skin gets really dark in the summer and she never ever burns, and she has their mama’s long, elegant fingers

• lily looks a lot more like mama, darker skin and kind of rounder nose. she’s short like mama too, has thicker and coarser hair than petunia, but their hands and chins are absolutely identical

• its hard to go to the store with just her sister and her dad, the other people always look at her like she’s the odd one out and the clerks always ask if she’s petunia’s friend from school

• the languages have always been harder for tuney, the prayers too, but they both learn really young how to make chawal kofta and the flat, oven baked bread with mama. Petunia was always better at cooking than lily, but lily still treasured the times with mama making kofte and paratha and whatever else they wanted for dinner

• when she goes to hogwarts, the tables are filled with shepherds pie and everyone’s favorite english foods, but she’s never been able to freely eat meaty english food before in case its not halal, so she has to settle for the vegetable options (which are still lovely and delicious of course)

• professor mcgonagall is the first to notice little first year lily evans isnt eating much at meals, and assures her matter-of-factly that they make accommodations at meals. professor mcgonagall becomes a fast favorite of lily’s

• lily loves her new housemates to bits, but something makes her a bit uncomfortable when little blonde emmaline vance asks “what are you” during their third evening together

• “dad’s british, mama’s pakistani and turkish” she says hesitantly, though what she wants to say is “i’m a person”

• she loves hogwarts, really she does, but she’s also kind of uncomfortable because people are always asking what she is or where she’s from, what muggles are like, and she just wants to curl up under mama’s shawls and eat desserts because she knows there’s not gelatin in them

• “i’m british” she says exasperatedly one day in third year when some boy asks her what she is for the twelfth time that year

• lily’s always been close to her culture, she loves the smell of mama’s mendhi and the cabbages pickling in the pantry, misses speaking turkish with her parents, practicing her writing after school

• petunia’s never been like that, maybe it’s because she’s the firstborn or maybe because no one believes she’s mama’s daughter, but in the summer before lily’s 7th year she brings home a man who wrinkles his nose at the keema aloo they’re having for dinner, and lily just wants to scream at him for his obvious disdain and disrespect but petunia doesn’t want her around anymore, so she eats her meal but doesn’t taste it, and escapes to her room as quickly as she can get away

• she’s back at school, irritated at the world, and the first ravenclaw who calls her features “exotic” and “different” gets punched straight in the nose and earns her a detention on her first week as head girl

• the nib of her quill breaks one day in charms, and she mutters a barrage of turkish and urdu swears, and she doesnt notice james potter look up at her from across the aisle

• he approaches her that evening, “were you swearing in hindi earlier in charms?”

• “urdu, actually,” she says, surprised. “i thought you spoke tamil”

• “i know a couple hindi words” he shrugs. “mostly the swears”

• “typical,” she rolls her eyes and walks away

• she realizes later in bed that james potter has never once asked her what she “is”

• she volunteers the information herself, next time they’re on heads patrol. “mama’s pakistani and turkish. my grandfather’s from west punjab.”

• “i always wondered” he replies easily.

• “why didnt you ask?”

• “because i know what cultural insensitivity feels like”

• a week later remus approaches her. “so. lil-ay” he says casually. “you got a favorite food?”

• she smirks. “you ever heard of lahana turşusu? Or aloo ki bugia? Baklava?”

• remus grins in reply. “no, but i can pass the message along.”

• that evening, sprinkled among the mincemeat pies and hearty stews, lily finds pickled cabbage and half circle potatoes, baklava for dessert, and she shoots a grin at james potter who sits down the row. he pushes his glasses up his nose, returns a shy smile in return, and helps himself to a heaping plate of aloo ki bugia. she asks him later how he did it; he introduces her to the house elves in return.

• james and lily swap travel stories on their next patrol. James talks excitedly about his summers on the southern coast of Tamil Nadu, of curry and spices and how the english can’t seem to be bothered to flavor their food. In return, she tells him about the palaces and museums of Lahore, how she loves the sounds of the call to prayer, the hurried bustle of the streets of Istanbul, and agrees fiercely about the English fear of flavor.

• “my real name’s janardhan” he says quietly one day. “nobody can say it though, so i go by james.”

• “my first name is ayşa” she replies. “it means ‘she who lives.’ mine’s spelled the turkish way, so no one wants to learn to pronounce it. so i go by my middle name, lily.”

• its nice, she thinks, having a friend who understands. it’s different of course; she’s never been denied help or been given lesser treatment by Slughorn, she’s never been outright bullied or hated for her skin color, but he’s never been asked what kind of asian he is or dealt with the odd misbalance of not quite belonging in a category. They both know how it feels to see their mother hated for her skin color, her clothing, her religion, her culture; and she finds it comforting to know that next time john davies calls her exotic, james potter will be near to hex him for her.

EXO's reaction to your son saying "Mom is better looking than you, Daddy"!


“I can’t believe what things mommy taught you…”


“He has my sense of humour…”


*turns into duckling* “How can you say that to your real father?”


“Ooh my heart! You hurt my heart!”


“Bad news for you then, little fellow, because you look exactly like me!”


“Aishhh…” *thinks how to bribe him into thinking differently*


“Of course she is! That’s why I chose her to be your mommy!” *catches his nose*


“Thank you God he didn’t say manlier…”


“I thought we talked about lying, mister…”


“I taught you well, my man!”


“Just look at him trying to wind himself into somebody’s affection…”


“But Daddy is funnier, right?”

Ashton Irwin Smut → Daddy Kink

Pairing: Reader x Ashton

Requested: -

A.N.: I am so sorry okay, this shit is turning me on more than it should. Dont judge. You probably shouldnt read this if your like 13 or something.

“Do we really have to go?” I whined while putting on some lipstick. “Yes (Y/N) we have to. I thought you liked my family.”

“I do! I just dont feel like going out tonight.” I said and turned around to face Ashton. He grapped my waist and pulled me to him. “Its only for a few hours princess. Its gonna be fun.” He smiled and kissed my forehead. “Fine.” I said. “Lets go.”

*** at the restaurant ***

“So (Y/N) how are you doing? How’s school?” Ashton’s mom asked me.

“Oh, I’m okay. School’s good. A lot of exams and stuff but I’ll manage.” I sweetly smiled and placed my hand on Ashton’s knee. The conversation went on about the upcoming weekend and that his family had planned a BBQ on saturday. I looked over to Ashton, he looked extremely handsome tonight. Wearing black skinny jeans, a dark blue shirt and his fedroa. I bit my lip, I had to keep myself from puling him to the bathroom an take him right here and now.

While he talked to his little sister he kept licking and biting his lips. It was a massive turn on for me. i couldnt help myself, I moved a little bit closer to him and wispered in his ear “Looking really good tonight daddy.” Ashton froze at my unexpected words. I smiled to myself, moving close to his ear again “I cant wait til we’re back home daddy. I wanna be your good girl tonight.” I seductively wispered and moved my hand farther up his leg, so I’d touch his crotch. Ashton shot me an agry look and tried to push away my hand but I wouldnt let him. Instead I started rubbing over his tight jeans and mouthed, “Whats the matter daddy?” with an innocend look on my face.

A few minutes of my torture passed before our waiter arrived at our table. “Do you need anything else? Perhaps new drinks?” he asked pointing at our empty glasses. “No thank you, only the bill please.” Ashton’s mom said politely. When the waiter left she looked over to Ashton, “Are you okay sweetie?” She asked concerned, Ashtons face rather tense. I instatly stopped rubbing over his now very hard bulge. “Yeah baby are you alright? You look a little tense.” I smirked and placed both of my hands on the table. He glared at me before looking over to his mother. “I’m-” he started in a high pitched voice, he coughed slightly and continued “I’m fine mom. Don’t worry.” He moved over to me and wispered “Guess who is going to get punished really bad toinght.”


Half an hour later we are in the car, driving back to our shared apartment. The car ride was rather quiet. Neither of us really said anything. As soon as I walked through the front door and closed it I got pinned against it. For a short moment Ashton just stared at me with an angry expression on his face before starting to suck roughly on my neck, making sure to mark me as his. “Do you think its funny to turn me on infront of my family like this?” He snarled at me. “N-No” I stuttered and he pressed me harder against the door. “What was that princess?” he growled “No, daddy.” I whined. “Good girl.” He wispered and continued sucking harshly on my neck and collarbone. 

I tried so hard to hold back my moans but I miserably failed. I dug my nails into Ashton’s neck and quietly moaned “daddy” into his ear. He grabbed my ass and made my jump, so I had to sling my legs around his long torso. He walked us upstairs to our bedroom and threw me onto the bed. “You’ve been a very, very bad girl for turning daddy on like that. You’ve got yourself into a whole lot of punishment.” he said in a stern voice. “What are you gonna do to me daddy?” I wispered, biting my lip. Ashton just smirked and kneeled next to me on the bed, turning me around so I’d lie on my stomach. He slowly moved his hand along my naked leg up to my thigh but stopped right at my heated core. He unzipped my dress and practically ripped it off of me, same with my panties and bra. He rubbed over my slit one time before placing his hand on my ass. “You’ve been a naughty girl tonight (Y/N)”…spank.. “You bad”…spank…“bad”…spank…“girl”…spank. I screamed into the pillow. Srangely the pain was really pleasuring. I hated to admit it but it turned me on so bad when Ashton spanked me. 

“You wanted to get punished tonight, didnt you princess?” Another spank. “No daddy.” I mumbled “Dont lie to me” another spank, this time a little bit harder. “Y-yes daddy. I wanted to get punished.” I saw Ashton smile and I felt another slap on my ass. “You love getting punished dont you princess?” he asked while rubbing over my sore butt. “Yes daddy, I love it.” I said grabbing a fistful of the sheets, preparing for another smack. “My princess..” he said and smacked my ass again. He spanked me six more times and I screamed out in pleasure. 

“You did good baby girl,now turn around.” I did as I was told. I turned around on my back again while Ashton stood up to undress himself. His prominent boner slapping against his stomach as he stripped down his boxers. He hovered over me, working his magic on my neck again. I moaned daddy into his ear everytime he found my sweet spot.

“I hope you’re ready princess.” he said and kissed his way down to my thighs. He slowly kissed every inch on my inner thighs, always stopping right were I needed him most right now. “Damn Ash just do something.” I whined. He shot his head up and dug his nails into my waist. “What was that?” he asked furrowing his eyesbrows together. “D-Daddy do something please.” I whined. “Bad girl, you forgot again. You’re getting punished for that.” I bit my lip and watched his head disappear between my legs again. “If you say one word or let out one noise, you’re punishment will get worse, and we wouldnt want that now would we?” he breathed against my core. He licked over my slit before sucking harshly on my clit. I bit down hard on my lip to keep myself from moaning. I grapped Ashton’s hair, pushing him deeper to me. His nails digging deep into my waist, I was sure he’d leave marks. He sucked harder on me before I felt his tounge slightly entering my opening. I threw my head back and grapped harder into his hair, making him moan. I moved my hips forward to allow Ashton more acess. “Hold still.” he growled, before continuing his actions. I felt a familiar knot building up in my stomach and the next thing I kow is hitting my orgasm hard. I let out an almost pornographic moan and gripped his hair harder. “What did I say, princess? One noise and your punishment will get worse. Look what you’re getting yourself into.” He smirked and continued sucking. His tounge swirling around my swollen clit. “As- daddy, stop!” I whined and tried to wiggle out of his tight grip. “Uh-uh princess. I’m not done with you yet. Its all part of your punishment.” he smirked and lowered his head again. His grip on my right side suddenly disappeared and I felt his fingers on my entry. “Fuck” I moaned as three of his long fingeres entered me. He started slowly pumping in and out of me before eventually quicken up his pace. I screamed out, this was too much for me “D-daddy..fuck!” I threw my head back and grabbed the sheets. He increased the speed of his movements again, his mouth meeting my clit again. “Oh my god” I moaned and felt tears running down my face “Ahhh” I screamed, my seconds orgasm hitting me even harder than the first one.

I breathed heavily as he released my waist, before hovering over me again to kiss away my tears. “I love you so much princess” he said and kissed my lips. “I-I love you too daddy.” I breathed out. “Can you do another one?” he asked and I just nodded, not being able to speak. “Good girl.” he smirked “I’m gonna make you scream so loud.” He slammed into me without any warning. Thusting deep and hard. My mouth formed and “o” and I squeezed my eyes shut. “Holy fuck” he cursed as he entered me. My nails didding hard into his muscular arms. I rolled my eyes back into my head as he stared thrusting harder into me. “Fuck daddy..” I moaned “Louder baby, scream it louder” me mumbled “Shit..DADDY” I screamed “Faster” I moaned scratching over his arms, leaving red marks behind. He thrusted fater, cursewords and my name leaving his mouth.

I was a moaning mess underneath him. He held me steady as he moved in and out of me. I felt the knot in my stomach again. “I- Im so close.” I stuttered. “Not yet baby girl.” he said through gritted teeth. All of a sudden Ashton pulled out of me, flipping me around again, holding my ass in the air. He entered me from behind his pace as quick as ever. I felt a sudden sting on my ass. He spanked me again, and again. My hands couldn’t hold me anymore, I held my weight only on my elbows now. “Oh god..fuck” I screamed. I felt Ashton twitching inside me and I could tell he was close. “Now come for daddy.” he said and with one hard thrust my third orgasm of the night washed over me, soon followed by Ashton. He thrusted into me again and spanked me one more time before he pulled out of me. I collapsed completely now, Ashton collapsing next to me. "You’re daddys good girl.“ he said and pulled me close to him, giving me a kiss.

Well damn. This kink is my death haha I hope you liked it! x

By the time they got to wherever they were going, all of those candles had melted and then congealed into one giant mass of wax.

“I regret nothing,” Lexa says, years later, as she lights thirty of its exposed wicks on the eve of Clarke’s birthday.

“I sometimes miss my mother,” Clarke sighs. “I wonder if she’s still alive. If she’s happy.”

“She is both very happy and very alive,” Lexa assures her, with the confidence of a scorned, heterosexual male, mad for his lack of romantic involvement with an uninterested protagonist.

He’ll keep trying anyway.

“How do you know?” Clarke asks, turning slowly to meet her wife’s gaze. They had been isolated for years, their only contact with the outside world was their homing pigeon, Flika, and a looking glass. All they had ever seen was smoke.

“Just today, while you were out, Flika returned with a message from her,” Lexa sets a calming tender kiss against Clarke’s cheek, “you can rest assured.”

“Well what did the message say?”

“It said, ‘Please tell Clarke,’” Lexa leans in close, to press her lips against Clarke’s ear, and whispers, “'that I’m doing her mom.’”


“And that,” Lexa will tell their future children, conceived solely by the magic of creative fan fiction, “is why we no longer light up the night. Your mother threw all of our candle into the river.”

“Shut up, Lexa.”

Ok so Levi’s phone number ends up on a stall of the boys’ bathroom. (Hanji put it there. No one knows how she got in there. Or how she gets into anything really.) She put it there advertising that they’d be willing to listen to your problems. Eren’s had a shitty day of a shitty week of a shitty year. His mom recently died and his father ignores him. He doesn’t want to unnecessarily burden his friends with his problems anymore, so this random phone number is the perfect opportunity. He shoots the person a text. At first he asks the person if it’s all legit, if they’re really doing this service. And of course Levi is confused af and tells Eren to go away. So Eren gets mad, thinking he’s been tricked, and accidentally rants to Levi about how sucky his life is. And Levi feels…sorry. He knows what’s it like to lose a mother and to have a crappy father. He actually gives Eren some sound advice and for the first time in a while, Eren feels like he can breathe. It accidentally becomes a thing. Whenever Eren is feeling down, he shoots Levi a text. Levi doesn’t always respond but that’s okay. Eren’s already figured out that Levi is a man of few words. OK BUT HERE’S WHERE IT GETS FUN. SO. LITTLE DO THEY KNOW, BUT THEY’RE ACTUALLY EACH OTHERS CHEMISTRY PARTNERS. This whole time they’ve been talking on the phone, it’s been completely anonymous. For chemistry they’ve been communicating through email, not text, so they never would’ve gotten each others numbers except for the bathroom stall. And they completely fall for each other. And they’re confused. Because they accidentally have fallen for the boys behind the phone and their chem partner and they’re sO CONFUSED. BECAUSE THEY THINK THEY LIKE TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE BUT IT’S NOT. So. One day. Eren texts Levi as usual about his problems. BUt this time he texts him about the guy he’s crushing on in his chem class. And Levi starts to realize that he’s talking about hIM. And hes just like”…..Eren?” And EREN FREAKS THE FUCK OUT BECUASE HOW DID HE KNOW O SHITE . And Levi confesses his identity and they admit how much they like each other and oh god my heart hurts someone write the thing in its entirety cause this will take thousands of words and multiple chapters

he didn’t ask to be thunder
or to lose the girl
or to wear the crown.

he promises that when she comes back,
he’ll hate her and
his wrath will break the bones
of their forest,

and he’ll curse the day
she ever gave him
something to lose.

he practices how he’ll
say her name like it’s burning
his tongue and how he’ll
walk away from her more
metaphorically than not.

he stares at the night and recites,
this is on you and recites,
we were in this together and recites,
you are blood and regret and nothing i need.

[mom, what do you think patroclus said to achilles
when he found him in another life?]

knees buckled and eyes closed, he recites,
i’ve missed you.

—  bellamy || naiche lizzette
Chronical Illness Translation: I'm okay

When you are chronically ill, your definition of “I’m doing okay” or “I’m alright” has to change. When people ask you, “How are you?” or “How are you feeling?”, the answer is actually, usually, rather unwell… but you don’t want to make things awkward or make the topic of your health part of the conversation so you either say “I’m okay” or “I’m alright”.

Just now I had a moment where my mom called me and asked me how I was feeling, the truth is I’m sinking into bed with severe fatigue, muscle cramps, joint pain, some nausea/migraine, and labored breathing & dizziness but because my pain levels are not screamingly intolerable, I answered “I’m alright”; to which she asked if I could go out and run an errand.

I had to all of a sudden clarify, “I’m alright as in I don’t need an ambulance at this very moment, I’m stable but I’m not currently physically able to do a task like that.”

I’m 16 and I’m pregnant. My mother doesn’t believe in abortion. What do I do?

Someone asked us:

I’m 16 and pregnant. I hate to say it but I wasn’t smart when it came to protection. The problem is, my mom doesn’t believe in abortion. What are my options. I’m so scared that I’m going to be forced to have a baby I’m not ready for. I’m 16. I don’t even have a drivers license yet. How am I suppose to raise a baby. My mom is very unsupportive. How am I going to do this?! What are my options. If I do have to have this baby what can I do?? I’m so scared. I feel like my life is falling apart.

I know that’s hard to believe right now, but you’ll get through this. You’re in a tough situation — no doubt about it. But you’re already reaching out for help. That’s a great first step, and we’re here to help you.

When you’re in a situation that feels overwhelming it helps to take things one step at a time. It sounds like the first thing you need to do is talk with someone in person about your options. You seem pretty sure that your mother doesn’t believe in abortion and wouldn’t support you if you wanted to have one. I can’t tell from your message what exactly you want to do — if you want to keep the pregnancy and become a parent, have an abortion, or give the baby for adoption — but if talking with your mother won’t be helpful, talking with the staff at your nearest Planned Parenthood health center will be. First they can talk through your options with you, and then get you started on the right option for you depending on what you decide (prenatal care or abortion).

If you want to have an abortion, you may not need your mother’s permission. That depends somewhat on where you live. Some states don’t require permission from your parents at all. Other states do. But even most of those states have a way for you to have an abortion without a parent or guardian. That process is called judicial bypass: It’s when a judge says it’s okay for you to get an abortion without involving your parents in your decision.

It may sound scary, but the staff at your nearest Planned Parenthood health center can help with that process. So call them and make an appointment.

Once you’ve made your appointment, your second step is to find a way to get there. You said that you don’t have a driver’s license. For that and other practical reasons, you may need to let someone in your life that you trust know what’s going on, someone who can give you a ride. Otherwise, can you walk or take public transportation? Can you take a taxi? The health center staff you speak with on the phone may have some suggestions or directions for getting there.

The rest of the steps you need to take are going to depend on what you decide to do. But remember, the staff at your nearest Planned Parenthood health center will help you every step of the way.

Last piece of advice: don’t delay! If you’re pregnant, regardless of whether you’re going to have an abortion or stay pregnant, it’s important to get started on that path ASAP, to make sure you stay healthy. You can do this!

-Emily at Planned Parenthood

At school today one of my classmates, a woman maybe twice my age, watched me do a theatrical makeup demo for the presalon class.

I used a pair of whiteout lenses on my model to complete the look, and the woman (like many other) went on, raving about them and how crazy and scary they were. The woman called me over and asked me where she could get them, and I gave her a circle lens website and my discount code and all that, and then she continued telling me about how her daughter LOVED ‘gothic stuff’ like crazy lenses. She said her daughter was 12.
I told her that she was a 'cool mom’ and supportive of such a non-conventional thing for a twelve year old, and she went on to say the best thing ever. She said:

“Well, the thing is, it’s not my life! It’s her life, and as her mother and as someone who loves her I want her to express herself and to be happy.”

Im so excited that her daughter is getting scary contact lenses I hope she terrifies all of the other sixth graders.