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As long as he’s alive, a picture of you is a picture of Kai. You’re tied to him. You’ll always be seen as his victim. Well, we just have to expand people’s imaginations. This debate with senator Jackson, this is your chance. He’s gonna come at ya hard. This is your only shot for the public to see you take that motherfucker down. Then we better give them a show.

Hey everyone, Immy here back with another follow forever! I recently hit a milestone of 30k+ followers and I’m truly in shock because I never thought this blog would grow this much. I’m still so happy with all the incredible people I’ve met on here and I’m happy to enjoy BTS with you all. It’s been a pleasure creating content for this fandom and I hope to continue making everyone laugh and smile with it! Thank you so much to all that follow me ♡ Now lets get to this follow forever!

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@lightning-cross

You were terrible with directions- the absolute worst, and it wasn’t an exaggeration. If someone plopped you five blocks away from your apartment, you’d probably walk the opposite direction and end up in the middle of nowhere! Although, there was one advantage to being clueless with a sense of direction- Harry found it absolutely adorable. 

“Okay, I put the location in Google Maps, so we should be fine.” You buckled yourself in before reaching up to adjust the mirror. “But the truth is, we probably won’t need Google Maps because I’ve already memorized the path to that cute little diner you said you wanted to go to.” You beamed, very much proud of yourself. You’d never let Harry know this, but you had spent the past week practicing the route of getting from his place to the diner. 

“A’right, love. I trust yeh. Hopefully, we get there before the sun sets.” Harry joked, smiling over at you when you rolled your eyes playfully. He always liked teasing you about how scatterbrained you were when it came to directions, and even though you didn’t really mind- Well, you wanted to prove to him that you were somewhat capable of getting from point A to point B without getting lost! 

“We’ll arrive in less than twenty minutes, and if I’m unsuccessful, I’ll treat you to your disgusting green smoothies for the next week.” You challenged, already feeling a little heated at the cocky smirk plastered on Harry’s face. You loved him dearly, but good God, he was irritating.

-

It turns out that putting yourself on a time limit wasn’t the best idea because that had definitely put a damper on your confidence levels to get you and Harry to this damn diner. All the roads seemed to look different, and you had forgotten your glasses so you could barely read the signs. 

In two blocks, turn left.” What exactly was a block? Was a block where the sidewalk ended? That seemed to make sense. Right? Or maybe it was-

“Yeh missed the turn.” You nearly swerved when Harry’s voice interrupted your oh-so intense questions about what a block was. 

“That’s fine, I’ll just… I’ll just U-turn!” 

“Yeh can’t U-turn here.” 

Wrong direction. Wrong direction.

“You’re not being very helpful, Siri.” You muttered, aggressively flicking the turn signal as you tried to figure out a solution. Maybe if you just turned on this street, you could drive back to the right route!  

Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” 

“She didn’t catch that, Y/N.” Harry poked your arm, giggling when you swatted his hand away. He leaned against the armrest, watching you intently. “Y/N, yeh need to speak up fo’ Siri.”

“She’s a robot-” 

“She has feelings jus’ like you and me, love.”

“You sound insane.” You grumbled, stepping down on the gas pedal and keeping your eyes peeled for any familiar looking routes. Nada! 

Reminder: brunch in five minutes.” 

“You heard the woman, Y/N. Five minutes!” 

“Harry, I swear to go-” 

Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” Quickly, you reached over and locked your phone, letting out a little huff. Siri was just as annoying as your boyfriend. 

-

Four wrong turns and forty minutes later, you finally made it. Except, this wasn’t a very triumphant moment. 

“So what have we learned?”

“Always listen to Google Maps.”

“And?” You let out a heavy sigh, propping your chin up on your palm as you looked out the window.

“Speeding through red lights to get to brunch isn’t appropriate.” 

“And…?”

“Siri has valid feelings just like you and m-”

Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.

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i’m glad you made it to the end of this very odd blurb?? if you did you deserve a prize which i can provide for you in the form of this little project from @haroldslovekitten ! spoiler: you get to rant about relationships which is always great in my opinion. check out the link my friends! 

Unfaithful (Part II)

(Part I)

A Little late, I know… But hopefully worth it!

Warnings: Language, mentions of domestic violence (on reader)

I adjusted Daniel, making sure he did not fall off my hip as i walked down the streets of my old hometown. Nothing changed since the last time I was here.

I walked towards Polly’s house, trying to keep my head down, in the hopes I could avoid all of the other Shelby’s. When I knocked on the door, I saw the curtains peel back a little, then the door swung open quickly, hitting the wall.

I was pulled into a hug by the woman who I considered a second mother, trying not to flinch when she squeezed me. After a few seconds of silent embracing, she pulled back to look at me. My eyes flew to the ground, not wanting to look into hers as she saw the reason I was here.

“My god…” She whispered, placing her hand on my chin to fully examine my wounds.

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“What’s that? Do I hear bells and whistles?”
Join us on EreRi Events for a 2k17 Secret Santa Exchange!

We hope to have piqued your interests! As you know, we always try to host fun events for us all as a fandom to participate in and enjoy! Will you join us this year?


What’s a Secret Santa?

A secret santa, aka holiday gift exchange, is an event where a group of participating members make a gift for a receiver and get one back for themselves. In our case we will be exchanging fanfiction or fanart. After our survey poll and sign ups for the event close, you will be assigned a receiver, and will become a receiver for someone else’s incoming fanfiction or fanart. We all love Eren and Levi, what’s a better way to cheer up on the holidays then a gift of your favorite ship?


Oh. What are the rules then? Do we have any?

  1. No revealing yourselves! We are “secret” santas, not santa’s little helpers. ;> Please keep this #1 rule in mind and no buts!
  2. If you create fanfiction keep in mind that the minimum word count range is 2000 -2500. If you create fanart, please no wips, rough sketches, or already made art! Remember! Everything has to be your own original work, and no buts on this rule either!
  3. Please let us know if you cannot continue participation by the drop out deadline! That way your assignment will be passed over to a backup santa. If you by any chance do not let us know and drop out after the drop out deadline, you will forfeit your own gift as well! This is to make sure everything is fair and no one gets cheated on anything.
  4. You are allowed to anonymously message your giftee about details and such! If they have anon off or do not have a Tumblr, PM us on the blog and we will relay your question! If by any chance you anon your giftee and things seem to be a bit off, message us for assistance! We are always happy to make sure the event runs smoothly for everyone! 💚
  5. Anything not covered on this list that you still want information on? Shoot us a message or an ask! We will get back to you as soon as we can! 

Okay then! Easy enough. How about deadlines and posting dates?

November 10th: Today, the sign up poll has been posted! Go sign up!
November 21st: The sign up poll is now closed.
November 22nd: You guys get paired up today!
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December 24th: Christmas Eve and today we begin posting gifts!
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A moving simplex in four dimension.

 (Or the projection of a fixed one onto a moving plane, whichever you like.) 

What is a simplex? Well, it is the generalization of a triangle into higher dimensional space. So in two dimensions it is a triangle, and in three dimensions it is a tetrahedron. In d-dimensional space it has d+1 vertices, as you increase the dimension you always add a new vertex.

In higher dimensions we only have 3 regular polyhedron, and this is always one of them. The other two are the hypercube and the cross polytope.

Haruka: This is awful. A life waking up this early in the morning. Michiru… you seem like you’re having fun with this.
Michiru: But it is fun!
Haruka: After globe-trotting on concert tours and raising a child, you think the life of a high school student is amusing?
Michiru: But we can sing the praises of youth again! My heart is fluttering at the thought of returning to school life. Waiting for each other by the library, putting our shoes in the cubby holes, joining the school clubs…

Minhyun: “We have to be more humble. Always be humble.”


NU'EST’s participation on Produce 101 season 2 has brought upon a lot of scrutinize on the boys, and definitely on us, the L.O.V.E fandom. Dear L.O.V.Es, things we do or say can and will reflect on the boys. Just like Minhyun said - we have to be humble, and careful of our actions. There had been a lot of upsetting moments, frustrations and unjust assumptions, but those are not reasons for us to get warped in bitterness. 

There’s a lot of posts and anger directed to Pledis, but there’s nothing worth your time to focus on it right now. As Baekho mentioned in the interview, they had lower and lower album sales each time, and we have to ask ourselves, how many of us supported them during the most crucial promotion period? L.O.V.Es, let’s stop the hate for a moment and reflect upon ourselves, then build ourselves up from square zero again with the boys. 

Help to guide new fans and show them what NU’EST have to offer; pick no fights with those who attack us and they will pass us by; never put someone else down to elevate the boys’ because that is exactly the same as what they are going through right now; respond with tactfulness when needed; show support with gifs and encouraging messages, with likes on videos and positive comments. Remember, we are called L.O.V.Es, so let us focus on the positive, and spread the love. We are in it together, and we have to be more humble, we have to always be humble.

Sincerity is what touches people, positive mindset is what makes them stay, and humility is what helps us grow. Keep supporting the boys in any ways you can, and be awesome, fellow L.O.V.Es!

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Imagine falling in-love with Chris.

It may have only been your third date with Chris, but you were already certain you were starting to fall for the guy. This was a first for you, it’d never taken you three dates before. It was always- without exception- a copious amount of dates before your mind allowed your heart to decide on someone. You were a hopeless romantic, but your parents raised you smart. They’d both experienced their fair share of toxic relationships, having both been cheated on before by their earlier partners which left you with the inclination to always love with your head before your heart. You thought you could do that with Chris, but the second he spoke to you- you knew you were a goner. That mental checklist you had, the tests you’d appropriate- they suddenly became insignificant. He was the one. He proved it in three dates without you even having to ask. He was the ultimate gentleman: kind, loving, caring, compassionate, sweet, and genuine. He’d hold open doors and pull out chairs, get the check and drive you home, lend you his jacket if it was cold and lend you his arm if it was slippery. He was the kind of guy parents wanted their daughters to date and eventually marry.

The clock in the lobby of your apartment block displayed the time of 12:03PM when you and Chris walked in. The security guard, Carson looked up from his lukewarm coffee and waved a lazy hand at the both of you as you crossed the main floor to the line of elevators. You lived in a neighborhood with very low crime rate, in a building with 24/7 security, but it never stopped Chris from walking you all the way to your door. It was a gesture you loved, a gesture you never felt had any other motives. If all he got at the end of each date was a hug, or a kiss on the cheek, he’d still walk away smiling. He was patient and respectful; qualities that were lacking in many. That was why you felt safe with him, content and comfortable as long as you were with him. You hoped he knew that, you needed him to know that.

“I told you I’d have you back in one piece,” Chris joked as soon as the two of you arrived at your front door. He released your hand so you could work on opening your front door. He watched you, smiling at how beautiful you looked in that red dress. He couldn’t believe it when you told him this was the first time you’d put it on, asking if it was because you’d only recently acquired such a masterpiece. You’d told him “no”, that “it’s just something I’ve been saving for a special occasion.” His smile tenfold when he heard that, honored that he was what you’d decided to bestow that beautiful dress with.

The lock of your apartment door clicked open and you turned your back on your front door to smile at him. “Thank you for tonight,” you said and he nodded, taking one of your hands in his. An ache filled both your hearts, knowing this was the end of the night. “I actually had a really good time,” you told him and he laughed.

“Why on earth do you sound so surprised?”

“Because it was a party and I don’t do parties well,” you admitted and he chuckled, unable to wipe that love sick smile off his face. He couldn’t explain it, the way he felt when he was with you. It was ineffable, and it was almost inevitable where his relationship with you would end up. “But it was fun, you made it fun.”

“I told you when we met I’m a very fun guy.”

“And I didn’t believe you then, but I believe you now,” you said then giggled when his smile widened. Your gaze lowered to your joined hands; neither were going to let go of the other. “So um…” It was so quiet in the hallway you heard yourself swallow. You didn’t want him to go, you knew the second you walked inside and he turned for the elevator- you’d miss him. You wanted to invite him inside, but you were afraid of what you might risk if you rushed into things. It was the third date, and commonly third dates meant sex but- it couldn’t just be about sex with him. If he was the one, you wanted more.

“Are you tired?” He suddenly blurted.

“What?” You looked at him confusedly.

“Do you want to talk?” He asked. “‘Cause I feel like we didn’t get to talk much at the party and-” He cut himself off then smiled, releasing your hand to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear. “I’d really like to have some alone time with you.” You felt the butterflies flapping their wings rapidly against the walls of your stomach. “I’m not trying anything, Y/N. I’m serious about just wanting to talk, I always think we have the best conversations.”

“I don’t think you’re trying anything,” was all you said before opening your front door and beckoning him inside. You slipped off your heels and immediately became much shorter than him, turning on the lights in your kitchen as he removed his shoes.

The light in your open floor kitchen illuminated your living room, showcasing a coffee table drowning in an ocean of opened travel books about Italy, scattered pieces of paper with notes scribbled upon their white surfaces, and writing materials in various colors. You traveled for a living, he remembered you telling him that. You loved to write and you had an incredible sense of wanderlust, so what job was better for you than a travel journalist? Your job probably tore you away from your home and loved ones as much as his did, but still, there was optimism about the development of your relationship.

“Do you want something to drink?”

“I’m good,” he assured you, settling on your couch. “So when’s the next job?” He asked, looking back at you instead of scanning your materials in front of him. He felt like it was an invasion of privacy. This was actually the first time he’d been inside your apartment. It was nice, it possessed class he’d expected it to from looking at the owner. It was a little big considering you lived alone, but who was he to judge?

“Not for a few months,” you answered as you joined him on the couch. He took his arm off the back and rested it in his lap, planting both feet on the ground to give you more room. You were sat close enough so you could exchange an affectionate touch or two, but far enough to spot and cease any unwanted advances. It wasn’t Chris you were worried about, it was you. The sexual tension in the air was thick, the fact you were still a little buzzed made it worst. If you didn’t keep that small portion of your brain sober to remind you of the wonderful possibilities you could have with Chris by taking things slow, the two of you would be tangled in your sheets by now. “Italy is actually for a holiday, ‘cause it’s different when you’re working. Sometimes I don’t know if combining my two favorite things with a job was the best idea, I feel like it drains the goodness.”

“I’m sure it does, but it beats being stuck in an office doing that nine-to-five thing like a ritual.” He said and you chuckled, nodding in agreement. “I’m going to ask you something,” he reached across for your hand, the pad of his thumb gently running along your knuckles. “And don’t freak out ‘cause it’s just part of my dating process.”

“If you don’t want someone to freak out then don’t say the words ‘freak out’ ‘cause it freaks people out,” you told him and he laughed, squeezing your hand. “What is it?” You asked, resting your elbow on the back of your couch and leaning your head against your palm.

“How do you know when you’re in-love with someone?”

You felt your breath caught in your throat as you tried to process his words. Was it really a question that was part of his dating process, or was he trying to tell you something? You falling head over heels for him after three dates, you understood. You were a girl and not even feminism protected you from those Hollywood Rom-Com stereotypes when it came to a guy as perfect as Chris. But Chris was a guy and you weren’t that perfect, so what was he hinting at?

“How do you know when you’re in-love with someone?” You answered with his question and he chuckled, shaking his head. Clearly he’d expected that reaction from you, it was a bold question after only three dates.

“I can’t envision my future without her being there,” he answered. “I start to plan with her in mind. I become more aware of my decisions. I don’t do anything that I think will affect her negatively. And of course, the cliché of always wanting to be around her, and…” He shuffled closer, taking your hand and pressing it to where his heart was. “And feeling my heart beat twice as fast and three times as hard when I’m with her.”

“Ditto,” you heard yourself mumble as you watched him lean in.

“If I tell you I’m in-love with you,” he whispered, lips inches from yours, “will you promise not to run?” You nodded, taking your head from your hand and resting said hand on his cheek instead. “Because I’m in-love with you, Y/N. I’m in-love with you after three dates, is that insane?”

“No,” you smiled, “‘cause I’m pretty sure you had me at two.”

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On April first, it’s been 16 years since the first marriage of two people of the same gender. Yes, the Netherlands was a progressive country back then, and the honor was for Job Cohen, the mayor of Amsterdam and a personal idol of mine, to become the first public official to wed same-sex couples. Always good to celebrate and remember what we have achieved, but also to see that it has only been 16 years. Love is love.

For more of my work; I’m @neetje pretty much everywhere, or @neetje.nl on Instagram. 

Hey guys, so our next event coming up is Snape Lives Week which will be taking place from 1st October to 7th October (late submissions always accepted).

What is Snape Lives Week? It’s an au week of sorts focusing on what would happen if Snape survived the Battle of Hogwarts. For example: How did he survive? What would he do with his life afterwards? Does he go back to teaching or does he turn his back on Hogwarts to go live his own life away from the school? The options are limitless but must be Snape-centric.

What kinds of content are we looking for?
Anything! We’ll accept: Gifsets, moodboards, graphics, videos, playlists, fan fiction, drabbles, headcanons (serious or non serious), fan art, silly text posts, etc. Whatever you come up with we would love to see, so try not to get hung up on whether it’s good or not, the point is to just show your appreciation for Severus Snape! Have fun with it!

Also, be sure to include the tag snapeloveposts within the first 5 tags of your post so that they’re all collected in one place for everyone to see. And if you won’t be around for that week you can queue your posts in advance or submit posts later in the month.

Check out our F.A.Q. page if you have any questions and if your question isn’t on there feel free to send us a message. As always, have fun and we look forward to seeing what you all come up with! :)