tuning mastered

ok but think about this…. clarisse who plays for the school’s football team, who has done for years, clarisse who is so used to the crowd howling at her she could play in the middle of a metal band mosh pit and still be fine, clarisse who is a master at tuning it out and being the best player in the team suddenly noticing the cute girl with the pretty eyes from her bio class starts coming to her trainings and games and clapping shyly and oh my god she only claps for clarisse what is this how does she breathe andTHAT IS A BALL FUCK

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Strange Fruit / Billie Holiday

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

-written by Abel Meeropol

Caninekin Masterpost

Fashion:

otherkin-fashion

- Dogkin

- Caninekin

- Foxkin

- Hellhoundkin

- Hyenakin

- Kitsunekin 

- Werewolfkin

- Wolfkin

therianfashion

- Hellhoundkin

- Caninekin

- Foxkin

- Wolfkin

- Dogkin

Food/Drink:

kinfood

Coyotekin

- Dogkin

- Ethiopian Wolfkin

- Foxkin

- Hellhoundkin

- Hyenakin

- Kitsunekin

- Maned Wolfkin

- Werewolfkin

- Wolfkin

otherkinteahouse

Coyotekin

- Foxkin

Music:

kintracks 

Caninekin

Foxkin 

Hellhoundkin

Wolfkin

kintunes

Caninekin

- Hellhoundkin

- Wolfkin

General:

kinshopping

- Caninekin

- Wolfkin

- Dutch ShepardKin

- Huskykin

- African Wild Dogkin

- Hellhoundkin

- Cerberuskin

- Werewolfkin

kin-gifts

- Caninekin

- Dogkin

- Foxkin

psycho-hound

- Hellhoundkin

- Foxkin

- Wolfkin

- Caninekin

- Dogkin

- Werewolfkin

kin-homes

- Arctic Foxkin

- Arctic Wolfkin

- Dogkin

- Fenicfoxkin

- Werewolfkin

Blogs To Check Out:

everykin

otherkincrafts

kin-experiences

kin-assistance

If I find more things or someone tells me of more things I will gladly add them to this list! CLICK HERE TO SEE THE CURRENT LIST

Edit: I added a couple more things that i found! Also if any blogs listed do not wish to be on this list for some reason shoot me a message and I’ll take your links off asap!

Title: The Bachelor

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: Where did my spontaneous love of Bo Horvat come from? One day it was just like, “Oh hey, wow, yeah… That boy looks so strong and nice and cuddly.” Feedback welcome! (On the story, or if you want to talk about Bo Horvat, that’s cool, too.) (Also, I will be positing a new imagine every weekday in April, so stayed tuned.)

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests


You slammed the cupboard door shut much harder than necessary. Dropping the bowl on the counter, you scooped the remaining ice cream into it; tossing the empty container away. The heavy scoop clanging against the metal basin as you tossed it in the sink. Grabbing a spoon and the bowl of ice cream from the counter, you stalked into the living room, dropping onto the recliner. 

Bo, who was laying on the sofa looked over at you. “What, no ice cream for me?” he asked, innocently.

“No.” you said, staring at the television. 

“You’re not even gonna lay with me?” he frowned.

“No.” you said, coldly; pulling the blanket off the back of the chair, draping it over yourself.

“You know, I’d be able to keep you a lot warmer than that blanket.” he said, his lips dropping into a playful frown.

“God, Bo. Would you just turn the damn show on?” you huffed, shoveling a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. 

“Okay, okay.” he muttered in defeat, flipping the channel over to The Bachelor. 

Your phone buzzed from the pocket of your sweatpants. Digging it out, you pressed the home button, bringing the screen to life. You had a text from your best friend.

(Y/F/N): I can’t believe we’re not watching this together. Miss you!

You and (Y/F/N) had watched every season of The Bachelor since it started. You’d curl up on the sofa in her parent’s basement, critiquing which girls had the best fashion sense and which one would end up the guy in the end, sometimes taking bets on how long their relationships would last. It was a stupid show, but watching it with her was always a riot. Especially as you got older; it gave you a consistent time to see each other between homework, jobs, college, and everything else life would throw at you.

Now here you were, far away from your hometown. You had just graduated from college a few weeks ago and finally made the move to live with your boyfriend, Bo. You loved Vancouver and were thrilled to see Bo more than just once or twice a season and during the summers; but you couldn’t help but get pangs of homesickness over the littlest things. You’d been looking for a job to keep you busy and learning how to actually live with Bo was an adjustment. Right now, life was overwhelming to say the least and you were, unfairly, taking it out on Bo.

You couldn’t even begin to focus on the show; the hour passing in a blur. The text from (Y/F/N) unleashing a new wave of homesickness. When the program ended Bo turned the TV off and looked over at you when you showed no signs of moving from the chair. “Coming to bed?” he asked.

“Soon.” you said, distractedly, your eyes focused on the empty bowl in your hands. Bo frowned slightly before turning and heading down the hall to your shared bedroom.

As soon as he was out of sight, you threw the blanket off of you and hurried into the kitchen, rinsing your bowl. You shut the water off, standing at the sink, swallowing the lump that was rising in your throat. Visions of your family and friends swam through your head, tears welling up in your eyes. You didn’t want to cry, fuck, you needed to calm down before going to bed. Bo had enough to worry about, he didn’t need to see you like this.

“(Y/N)?” Bo’s voice questioned softly; startled you spun around to face him, clutching your chest. He looked so soft and warm standing in the entryway. You blinked hard, tears spilling down your cheeks when you looked him in the eye. There was no point in trying to hold it back; sobs escaping your mouth. Bo, taking a few swift strides to cover the distance between you, wrapped his strong arms around your shuddering frame, pulling you into him. He held you close, rubbing your back comfortingly. He held you like that for a while, until your crying had quieted. “Baby, talk to me. I know you’ve been hiding something from me since you got here.” he said gently, his chin resting on top of your head.

You lifted your head off Bo’s chest, tilting your head to look up at him. Just seeing the worry in his eyes caused a fresh wave of tears to wash down your face; you leaned back in, clutching his shirt, as you continued crying on his chest. Bo took a deep breath before continuing. “If… if you don’t want to be here with me, you don’t have to stay.” he mumbled softly. “You’re not happy, (Y/N), I know you’re not. If you’d be happier somewhere else, or with someone else… I don’t want you to feel like you’re stuck here. I just want you to be happy.” he finished sadly. You were crushed, hearing Bo this sad was upsetting enough, but knowing you had caused it was heartbreaking; you should have told him from the beginning.

“No, no, no. Bo, God, I don’t want to be anywhere else. And I definitely don’t want to be with someone else.” you rushed out, pulling away from him slightly to look him in the eye. “I-I am happy.” you stuttered.

“The tears say otherwise.” he stated, frowning as he brought a thumb to your cheek, wiping away the tears.

“There are just a lot of things going through my mind right now.” you sighed, staring at the tiles of the kitchen floor. “I thought I could figure it out on my own, you have enough going on, and I didn’t want to bother you.” you admitted.

“(Y/N), you’re not a bother. Ever. You’ve always listened to me and I want to help you through whatever is going on; but I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” he said, searching your face. “Tell me.” he encouraged.

You pushed yourself up to sit on the kitchen counter, now eye level with Bo as he stood between your knees, his hands resting on your thighs.

“I haven’t found a job yet. I spent all that time and energy going through school and nothing is panning out.” you said shaking your head. “Am I not smart enough? I don’t want to rely on you for everything…” you said trailing off as you twirled the bracelet on your wrist.

“You are smart enough. I know it’s frustrating, but you haven’t been out here that long, you’ll find something you love. I know you want your independence, but I will gladly take care of you until find a job.” he said confidently. “What else?” he asked, as you shook your head. “I’m not letting you off this counter until you tell me everything.” he said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I guess, well, it’s been an adjustment actually living with you. Not in a bad way!” you clarified quickly. “It’s your apartment, I just don’t want to be in the way or step on your toes.”

“This is our apartment.” he emphasized. “You’re not in the way. I know I probably have some annoying habits and my interior decorating skills are pretty bad. But it’s our place and our life and you get to have a say in it.” he smiled. “You just have to talk to me, babe.” You nodded. “And?” he prompted.

“And?” you asked, surprised. “How do you know there’s something else?”

“Because I know you.” he answered simply.

You sighed, looking at your lap. “I’m just really homesick.” you admitted. “My friends, my family, my parents’ house.” you sighed. “Sorry, it’s so dumb.”

“It’s not dumb at all. Most guys left home when they went to junior, I was still so close to home. When I flew out here, I felt so lost. I didn’t know anyone in Vancouver, nothing was familiar.” he said, his hands sliding up your thighs and around your waist.

“Really?” you asked, meekly.

“Really.” he assured. “And anytime your friends or parents want to visit, they’re welcome here. Skype them every day if you want to. I know I’m not your ideal viewing partner for the Bachelor.” he grinned.

“Maybe not, but you’re my ideal partner for everything else.” you said, a smiling spreading across your face for the first time all night. “Thanks, babe. I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby.” he smiled, pressing a sweet kiss you your lips. “Just promise me that from now on you’ll talk to me when something’s bothering you.”

“Promise.”

sooooo… had this hangin around for an incase moment, finished it a few days ago…. then forgot to upload it Q u Q

APiP (A Practice in Patience) Is coming along slower than I hoped because the weather here has been brutally hot and any time i’m at my computer, I have my motherthing harping at me to finish the last of my summer shool

and the fact that I have 5 weeks left to create a game system and have nothing but notes scrawled out doesn’t help Q u Q

BUT FEAR NOT~! I am making this APiP as unforgettable and awesome as my lack-of-better-words can allow me~ so please stay tuned!! :OO

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The Life and Times of a Sullen Coffee Shop Employee

Enjolras/Grantaire, Courferre

Summary: Grantaire and Courfeyrac pine for the two new regulars coming to the coffee shop and Montparnasse is 110% done with their shit.
It’s a coffee shop AU. Montparnasse POV.

Based on this set of headcanons.

Part I of The Life and Times of a Sullen Coffee Shop Employee

(Part II) (Part III)(Part IV)

Rated: T

≈ 2900 words

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To say Montparnasse doesn’t understand people who are able to be in a good mood before 7am would be an understatement and well, it’s not in his nature to do understatements.

People who are happy, smiling, laughing and - worst of all - talking before 7am are the bane of his existence and he’ll understand the workings of the universe before he’ll understand said people.

It’s 6:56.

Courfeyrac bursts through the door of the coffee shop with a grin as wide as the Nile delta.

“Good morning everyone, how are my most favourite co-workers today? I swear to God, I had the most terrific morning, it’s going to be an absolutely perfect day, I can feel it in my -”

“If you say one more word I will destroy everyone you love and care about.”

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