we see the great in others but refuse to see it in ourselves

The 5 Elements of a LIKABLE Main Character

“I don’t like your main character. He’s kind of obnoxious.” my beta reader laughingly told me, after reading the first chapter of my novel.

On the surface, I looked like this: 

Inside, I looked like this: 

Aloud, I said “Oh, well, he’s kind of hard to understand. He changes by the end.”

Inside, I screamed “How could you not like him?! Do you have a heart?! Is there a void where your soul should be?! Are you actually a Dementor that’s really good at makeup? Well, I guess this is what the Dementors are doing after getting kicked out of Azkaban!”

Outside: “But I really enjoyed it!” *Hugs between broken writer and Dementor in disguise* “Thank you for reading!" 

But you know what? That person that might be a soul-sucking cloaked demon creature? They were right. The character was unlikable, or more accurately, there was no reason to cheer him on. There was nothing to make the reader connect with him, relate to him, transfer themselves into his story, feel affection towards him. 

And if the reader doesn’t connect with the character through empathy? Nothing else in the story can work. Everything relies on this one fictional person. The basic definition of story is "A flawed hero with a goal overcoming obstacles to reach that goal, and how that journey changes them.” So without character, you don’t have story. Without empathy from the reader, you don’t even have character. 

So what is empathy when it comes to characters? 

It’s the process of a reader transferring their own lives onto the character. When this happens, the character’s goal and inner desires, values and weaknesses, everything about them, become proxies for our own. We learn of a shared piece of human nature between us, something we have in common on a significant inner level, and suddenly we want to see this character succeed. Because now, they are us – and we want to see ourselves succeed in real life. We feel what they feel, we experience what they experience.  

The best way to sum up character empathy in my opinion, is this quote from C.S.Lewis: “Friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another ‘Really? You too? I thought I was the only one!’”

That’s empathy. 

Which doesn’t mean the character has to be an angelic little cherub …

There are characters that operate in a moral gray area, there are characters that are downright awful, there are characters that shouldn’t be lovable …but we love them. So this is NOT saying that a main character has to be a perfect angel that rescues baby squirrels when they’re not busy volunteering at the local soup kitchen, it just means there’s something WORTHWHILE in the character that persuades the reader to stick around. We need a reason to relate with that at-first-glance unlikable character. Just as we have flawed people in our own lives who we can forgive and love.

A good quote for this one would be this, by G.K.Chesterton: “That’s the great lesson of Beauty and the Beast; that a thing must be loved before it is lovable.”

So how does a writer accomplish a good empathetic connection?

Luckily for us, establishing this only takes a little planning in the beginning of the story. Certain elements foster empathy, elements which you can give to your character and display in the story. Making sure to incorporate a few of these will ensure that first connection between reader and character. A connection which you, the author, will then be able to grow. It’s this tiny first note of shared humanity which deepens into those important links we hold with characters. We’re living people, they’re imagined and comprised of words on a page; yet these people can be friends to us, family, mentors, role models, and become some of the most influential people in our lives. 

And how does that begin? Evoking empathy. 

And how do you evoke empathy? Well here are the characteristics that human beings instinctively identify with and admire … 

– Courage (This is the one EVERY main character should possess. Gumption to pursue what they want separates main from background characters.)

– Humor (Wit charms us without fail.)

– Goal-Obsessed 

– Hard-working  

– Noble motivations

– Loving

– Loved by others

– Kind 

– Treated unfairly

– In imminent danger, physically

– In imminent danger, emotionally

– In a sorrowful situation

– Smart/Expert at something

– Suffering from psychological weakness  

– Haunted by something in their past

– Dissatisfied with current state of their life

– Lacking something like love, friendship, belonging, family, safety, freedom, etc

It’s a good plan to give your main character at least FIVE of these empathetic little “virtues.”

If this sounds like a resume, that’s kind of what it is. “Dear Potential Reader, I’m applying for the job of Main Character of this book series. I aspire to consume your every waking thought and drastically change your life, for better and worse.” It’s a diagram of the worthwhile traits of the hero, the characteristics that win us over, which promise the reader “If you follow my story, knowing me – and experiencing the story through me – will be well worth your time.”

These traits will be displayed in the set-up of the story, the first ten pages or so. But the story CANNOT stop to let the character exhibit these winning behaviors; the story must KEEP PROGRESSING, every empathetic element must be shown with a story reason for existing within a scene. Like exposition, empathy needs to be added in subtly, as the story motors onward, slipping into the reader’s knowledge without them noticing. If it’s a scene created for the express purpose of convincing the reader “This character is lovable! Love them! I said love them!” then it will be glaringly obvious and the reader will feel the exact opposite. (They’ll also feel that way about the author, incidentally.)

Now! How does this work? 

Harry Potter: 

Harry is the poster child for being treated unfairly. Yet in the face of the abusive treatment of his childhood, Harry is courageous. He does not succumb to the Dursley’s relentless campaign to stamp the magic out of him, and become a proper Dursley; though this would’ve won their approval, put him in their good graces, and made his life exponentially easier – but he didn’t do it. He knew they were wrong, knew what was right, and refused to become like them. So heck yes Sorting Hat, there is “plenty of courage, I see”. He was loved by his parents, by the three that dropped him off at his Aunt and Uncle’s, and by the majority of the Wizarding World. He’s also snarky, loving, and in constant danger. 

Judy Hopps: 

Every reason why we care about Judy is established in the first few scenes. She’s courageous. She’s funny. She’s loved by her parents. She’s motivated by noble values. Definitely goal oriented, hard working, and smart. She’s also in imminent danger, and being treated unfairly.

If we took out the pieces of the story meant to evoke our empathy, what would happen? 

Nobody would care. Judy Hopps would have been an annoying, smug, and consumed by ruthless ambition. Harry Potter would have ceased to exist because everything about him is empathetic. 

Establishing these early allows us to begin the process of temporarily transferring our lives into a story. Or in the case of some life-changing stories, not temporarily transferring, but letting them become part of our souls forever. 

Yup, having your story connect with a reader forever starts with just a little empathy. Pretty useful.

Oh, and speaking of souls, give me mine back, Dementor reader. I learned how to make people like my characters. Now you’re out of the Azkaban job and the beta reading job. 

All of the angry anti-radfem stuff that I see about periods has lately been bothering me. I’ve been in my bed today, with heating pads and ibuprofen, trying to distract myself from my uterus twisting around, and I’ve been giving it some thought.

A few days ago I saw someone say that older radfems “teach younger women to drink period blood”. I see complains about uterus artwork, about women who use period blood in their wiccan/witchcraft rituals, women being asked not to speak about their periods as women, and of course women describing vulvas as a “nightmare of flesh”. We’re accusing of reducing ourselves to genitalia, of being obsessed with our periods, told that nobody is oppressed because of their menstrual cycle (sometimes, of course, they add “in America”, as if female oppression is something else we’ve outsourced).

My mom told me that, when she was a kid, she didn’t wrap up a tampon enough when she threw it in the trash. Her dad called her in and hit her because “her brothers could have seen”. She tells me that one of the first times she fell in love with my dad was when she found out he kept tampons in his bathroom “just in case”. 

I remember being told that I couldn’t use the bathroom once in middle school, as I had already gone that class. My friend gave me a sweatshirt to tie around my waist after I bled through my pants. 

I remember in gym class, when we went out to run, trying to explain to my male teacher that I couldn’t run because I was on my period. He told me that I didn’t have a sick note and that telling him was inappropriate. I threw up on the track.

When I talk to doctors about my irregular periods, they tell me I must use hormonal birth control. We don’t have any medications that weren’t made to make women sexually available. The “period” you get on birth control is withdrawal from hormones. Nobody tells me for years that hormonal birth control doesn’t mix with mood disorders. Five doctors put me on this routine. Each time I go crazy. When I refuse with the last doctor, tell her I can’t do it again, she tells me to “grow up”.

My period hurts, hurts more than it should, with PCOS. My grandmother had it, had surgery after surgery like many women in her family, to remove ovaries bit by bit. They wouldn’t take them all out at first because, the doctors said, they might want to give birth. My grandmother calls it “her cancer”, because that’s how the doctor described it to her.

I know a woman who passed out in class. The teacher called an ambulance, and when they got there and she woke up she was mortified. She had endometriosis and she was angry that others had seen her in pain. I read later that cramps can be more painful than a heart attack. 

I ask if I can postpone a meeting at a job until the next day. My co-worker asks if I am PMSing because I’ve been so grumpy all day. I go to the restroom and vomit, because the nausea from my period is so awful. I miss days sometimes because I can’t make it out of bed.

So when I see positivity about periods, when I see people trying to make art about this thing we have in common, when I see women talking about ways to make their period more comfortable, when I see the stitched pads they make, when I see people who can view the period as somehow divine, I truly do appreciate it. It isn’t gross, or awful. What’s gross and awful is telling us to be silent, not letting us learn, not making accommodations, the idea that this is a thing that we have to actively hide.

I don’t think those things are “glorifying” periods, but so what if they are? I think that taking something that hurts and making it into something positive and beautiful is incredible. I think that accepting ourselves as we are and finding ways to love that are some of the best things we can do in life.

So, as I lay here, in a lot of pain, I just want to say thanks for all the talk about menstruation. I love your uterus art. I love the things that I’ve learned from women about menstruation–why we have periods and how that relates to our bodies avoiding pregnancy, what normal periods should look like, signs and symptoms of gynecological disorders, and how to use menstrual products that are less toxic to our bodies.

Our periods shouldn’t have a stigma, and we should remember that we aren’t alone. Cheers, and I hope all of you have a great day today :)

EMPOWERMENT

Things that are actually empowering to women and girls:

1. Physicality
becoming physically stronger empowers us. exercising your body not only makes your body stronger and more powerful, but it brings discipline and helps you connect with your body instead of disconnect.
being able to physically be at a location is empowering. feminists should be fighting to make all places accessible to disabled women.
disabled women should also have access to any type of exercises and physical therapy they can do. i would especially like to see more public pools having more physical therapy programs. swimming is a great way to exercise for strength while not putting any gravitational or impact on your body

2. Knowledge

Knowledge is empowering. having knowledge about how our own bodies work is empowering. women and girls who are.knowledgeable are not easily misled. in this vein, learning how to properly debate arguments and think critically about yours and others words and beliefs is empowering. having the ability to trust yourself comes with gaining knowledge.

3. Access to Fulfilling Work.

work that feeds our love and passion is empowering. workplaces with atmospheres where everyone is happy and excited to work with women are empowering. workplaces free from sexual attacks empower women. women stimulating their minds and souls is empowering. women doing the work they find stimulating gives us a sense of purpose.

many women of all different walks of life have a high propensity for art. charging them with female representation in media will empower us all by putting forth the huge diversity that women display as human beings with full experiences and lives and stories to tell.

evidence shows that the least depressed cohort of women are the ones who work and who are financially independent, not the married housewives.

4. Reproductive and Sexual Rights.

women having control over our own.reproduction is empowering. women having orgasms and thinking about our own pleasure during sex is empowering. women accepting their own physical form and refusing to be disrespected by men who find them unacceptable because of their physical form is empowering. women refusing intercourse if it does nothing for their pleasure or they dont want to take the risk is empowering. women not being forced to sell their own bodies is empowering. women having control over OUR OWN BODIES is freedom.

Things that are NOT empowering to girls and women:

1. Femininity

being small, delicate, and on display is not empowering and it never will be. wearing high heels damages our feet and is not empowering. wearing makeup because society does not believe we as women are acceptable without it is not empowering. having long and/or fake nails limits the use of our hands and is not empowering. our collective bodies are not for men to look at and enjoy as they go about their day in comfortable, dignified clothing.

kindness, nurturing, and the desire to help others are good qualities in moderation, and they should be thouhght of as sex-neutral qualities everyone should work on, not just women. women are not the only ones who should be expected to be nurturing and giving.

aspiring for smallness is the opposite of enpowering. women need to eat. women are allowed to grow. our goal should be comfort and health, not emancipation and fragility.

2. Self-objectification

our hands are for doing tasks and our feet are for mobility. our faces are to house our brains and feed us, not a thing for men to find either acceptable or unacceptable to look at. every part of our bodies are for OUR use, not for the use of others. we exist for ourselves. our bodies are not naturally political and they are all acceptable and worthy of humanity, no matter what they look like or what issues they have.

3. Submission

Submissiveness is not empowering. lowering your worth until it is under the worth you give someone elses humanity is self-harm. humiliation and degredation arise out of the degraders sense of superiority over the one submitting to him. being treated as inferior will never empower anyone.

4. Marriage and Traditional Nuclear Family

marriage is a contract of ownership where women take on the last name of men. nuclear families are an extension of male ownership to not only include women but the children they objectify as their legacy of power. men expect women to raise children while they work, but women have goals and dreams too. men expect women to drop these goals and sacrifice only their lives to raise children that men see as their property and investment. men leave the majority of menial housework and micro-cleaning to women. marriage and nuclear families will never be empowering.

5. Outside Control over Reproduction.

up to and including abortion. ALSO involving lack of access to childcare and paid leave. this one explains itself.

6. The Sex Industry.

Mens entitlement over females and our bodies will NEVER be empowering and MUST end.

Now, can people stop using this word for things that ARENT giving women any actual power? Glad we had this talk.

The Third House - The House of Communication

This is the third part of a twelve part series briefly explaining how the signs work in each house. Enjoy!

The Third House is known as the house of communication because it is in this house where we learn to speak with our conscious. Our communication skills in this sense are deep rooted because the things we say impulsively can be a reflection of how we grew up. Another aspect of this house is intelligence. Essentially, the third house represents how we use our communication skills to spread our knowledge and make an impact within our environment. In the third house we asks ourselves, “How do we best state our case with others, often those we love the most? Will our actions be true to our environment, and our planet, for all time?”

Aries in the Third House: As a doer, you speak with your actions. You are not afraid to take initiative of your own life sometimes refusing the help of others because you can be too impatient. You come up with great ideas and are very expressive in sharing them. Learn that it takes time to get something done, not everything has to be rushed. Patience is a virtue when it comes to communicating and sharing ideas with others. 

Taurus in the Third House: You use your materials and finances as a means to communicatively express yourself. You like to learn about how to continuously increase your wealth so this would have an influence on the people you spend your time talking to. Like the bull, you are stubborn with other people’s ideas, try not to quickly shut them down just because they don’t seem right to you.

Gemini in the Third House: This is a natural placement since Mercury rules the Third House and with it, Gemini and Virgo. Knowledge and wit will come easily to you, and you will have a great capability of sharing it with others. You are highly intellectual and creative, showing a constant interest in learning new things to keep your mind occupied. Because of this, you tend to leave things undone.

Cancer in The Third House: Overthinking and intellectualizing your emotions is a common thing you do. Your emotions are important to you so they affect the way you speak to people and who you choose to speak with. Since you can be highly emotional you wish to speak to those who  only make you feel nurtured and protected. However, you must learn to push away from these emotional limitations and not let them affect your journey of self discovery.

Leo in the Third House: You are very critical in your self-expression. The knowledge you search for is of the kind that will help you shine your light on others. Like the proud lion you are you can be stubborn about what is right or wrong, almost always believing that your right is the truth. However, if you can learn to set your pride aside, you may find yourself collaborating well with others since you are able to enthusiastically share your creative ideas.

Virgo in the Third House: Logical and rational as the Virgo is, this placement brings forth many anxious feelings. You tend to overthink every part of your life, constantly trying to think of ways to be the most efficient. Because of this, you have some of the greatest ideas, but you get too critical to the point where you over think your ideas, bringing you to a halt. Learn to communicate with others for help and you will see that you can achieve many great things once you share your ideas. 

Libra in the Third House: Using your natural charm, you are able to smoothly communicate with others. This helps you network because you have a calm presence that makes you attractive in a way that people are comfortable with you. You are unbiased and want to feel balanced, so you tend to not take sides but stay neutral. You can also be artistic in the way you talk so you may find yourself communicating through music, writing, or painting. 

Scorpio in the Third House: The way you communicate with others is very dark and brooding. You are forceful because you are passionate in what you believe. You tend to force your opinions on others because you want them to see what you see, often finding yourself frustrated. Learn that you must share your acquired knowledge in a selfless way and think more for mankind and how you can help everyone. 

Sagittarius in the Third House: If there’s one thing you want to expand, it’s your mind. Sagittarians are known for seeking adventure and exploring new places, so it only makes sense that the way you communicate and acquire knowledge is going to be very abstract. Education is important to you so you will find yourself tackling on more than one subject, for example, going back to school to major in something else. Explore your mind selflessly and remember that it’s helpful to search for knowledge to help others and not just yourself.

Capricorn in the Third House: Slow and steady is the Capricorn in this placement. You take your time and there is nothing wrong with that, you just learn at a different speed than others. However, this might cause you to become introverted so you tend to not communicate well. You are more interested in finding out how to achieve your goals but struggle in putting these ideas into actions. You must remember that in order to fully achieve your goals you need to communicate with the people around you and do the things you aim for.

Aquarius in the Third House: You are very idealistic and out of this world with the views and beliefs you express to people. Sometimes you come off as an extremist because you feel very strongly about your beliefs although people are more interested in the now and not so much the future. You do well in gathering groups and networking, but when doing this, do not forget to stand up for your ideas because although a little out of other people’s element, that just might be the idea everyone is searching for.  

Pisces in the Third House: Intuition is a strong trait of yours. So much so, that sometimes it wins over logical arguments. Your mind ranges far with fantasy and this is expressed in the way you communicate. You can be vague, quiet, and stick to creatively writing your thoughts instead of sharing them with people. It is also important to resurface and gather your dream-like thoughts back to reality. Overall, you have a mind full of wisdom that others can trust because of how impressively intuitive you are. 

There are so many great fics out there that need to be recognized! If you find something you like on this list, be sure to show it the appreciation it deserves with likes, reblogs, and messages to the author! I hope you can find something to enjoy!

Just a reminder that no all/mostly smut fics will be added. If they’re part of a series I will link non-smut parts.

Note: It took me so, so long to make this post. I understand that it’s long. You may not want to look through it just because of that, but these authors all deserve some love and I want to spread love as much as possible. All of the stories on here were amazing and I’m so glad I had the opportunity to read them and tell the authors how much I enjoyed them. I hope you enjoy them too, and please reblog this post to spread the author love!

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space husbands: a spirk fanmix [listen] 

hello!! this is a chronological fanmix detailing the development of spock and kirk’s relationship. pls read underneath the cut, and i hope you enjoy!! xoxo 

01. hall of fame (the script): this gives me such Angsty Teen™ spock and kirk vibes and how even before they meet one another they have such desires to prove themselves (something they encourage in each other) and they are determinedly optimistic and refuse to accept anything less than greatness and asdkjhlkfjsjkafdkjsga they are so Strong

02. shame (hearts & colors): this isn’t an exact correlation to anything but imo it’s when they’re new baby officers and start to work together and spock realizes that he is feeling Feelings for kirk and he’s like no my Supreme Vulcan Logic cannot be failing me but “it’s a shame that i love you” and he tries to convince himself he doesn’t love kirk but he fails miserably

03. flames*** (henri pfr): this song is A1 had me crying ugly tears over spirk i feel like it describes spock experiencing emotions (kind of like 02. but less angsty) and he just is amazed at how much he loves kirk and i Love: “for you I go as far as I can go; when the fire, fire; in my heart, lights up again; higher, higher; and I’m burning slow; fire, fire; feel the flames comin’ up; should I fall in love or let you go” and spock is trying to decide if he should go for it and love kirk or let his emotions consume him and LAKkhsdfgHFnskdgd spock experiencing emotions is my kink

04. more than you know*** (axwell ^ ingrosso): ok here kirk (who’s been falling in love with spock too this whole time (obviously)) is the one to make a move and this is him finally telling spock that he loves him and his eyes are blazing and his hands are shaking and he’s looking at spock with such fire in his eyes because he feels this emotion so strongly and he can’t contain it anymore and NNNGgghgghgUGGH 

05. burn it down (fitz & the tantrums): ok this is spock’s response to kirk from 04. and he realizes that he has to tear down the mental blocks  and all the emotion he’s locked up and just allow himself to feel and that if he just let kirk into his heart he would never regret it and like it works out and now they know they love each other <33

06. to be human (sia): yes i know this is the wonder woman theme but imo this is kirk helping spock come to terms with emotion bc all his life and childhood he’s been taught to stifle his feelings because he’s Logical™ and i just get vibes of understanding and acceptance and spock is growing and learning to embrace his half human side as well and kirk being there for him and helping him through it and they just love each other so damn much

07. ritual (marshmello): just super emotional spirk vibes and how they’re so grateful they found one another and are in love and they each feel truly happy and can’t remember how they ever lived without the other 

08. send them off! (bastille): ok this is 100% from jim’s pov and i feel like it perfectly describes the insecurities he tries so hard to keep hidden from the others and the crew but it’s hard for him to deal with so much responsibility all the time and spock’s presence is just so comforting and he feels so much relief when spock watches over him and i especially love: “close those green eyes; and watch over as i sleep; through my darkest of dreams” bc in my mind spock = green and i get such a vivid mental picture of jim sleeping and spock watching over him see also: when this literally happened in sha ka ree

09. the anchor (bastille): just like,,,, loyal devoted comforting spirk vibes idk also the subtle lyrics that i choose to interpret as referencing telepathy and mild melding 

10. bleeding out (imagine dragons):  the mood i get from this song is like,,, when the enemy has captured the ship and it looks hopeless and the enterprise is facing death and the crew is resigned to go down fighting and this song is That Moment when either kirk or spock sacrifices himself to save the ship and to save the crew and he’s doing The Noble Thing because he cares so damn much and he refuses to die a wasteful death and is determined to save his space husband agh i’m not explaining it right but i feel it very strongly someone pls tell u me feel the vibe i’m tryna capture here 

11. maps (maroon 5): (for some reason not included in the apple playlist ??) ok super extra but like,,, if spirk ever broke up this is 100% their break up song like this is kirk being sad and angry and not knowing how to cope without his first officer and getting drunk in the med bay with bones and trying to understand what just happened and realizing that this heartbreak would be far more painful than his others,,,, and on the other side of the ship, spock in his quarters attempting to turn to reason and sense but coming up short and being lost without either logic or jim to guide him and just wanting so badly to hold his t’hy’la and the two of them not being able to take being separated and running panicked through the ship to find one another in the middle of the night and finally finding each other and holding each other so tight and not even remembering why they broke up in the first place that was stupid sarah stop being so emotional this is why you don’t write fanfic  

12. wherever i go (onerepublic): (for some reason also not included in the apple playlist ??) jim and spock realizing in light of their recent (failed) breakup from 11. that they love each other so much and that they never want to be separated and vowing to follow each other forever and realizing that they would never find another love as great as the one that they have nnnahaGGJAJFHAKJSHFA they’re so in love and i’m so emo

13. mama (jonas blue): this isn’t an exact science but this song just makes me think of the space husbands standing on the bridge together holding hands vulcan kissing and gazing out into space and wondering where they should explore next and reveling in the sense of adventure and traveling the universe together <33

14. if i lose myself (onerepublic): i can’t think of any particular scenario for this but it’s just very Spirk™ in general and i think it’s sung from kirk’s pov and they always always have each other’s backs and if there’s one thing the space husbands have learned is that they can always count on one another and that they make a Pretty Good Team

15. thunder (imagine dragons): once they have established careers as the illustrious captain and the esteemed first officer of starfleet’s elite starship they look back on all the #haters and they realize how much ass they’ve kicked and they accomplished all they’ve ever wanted and everyone finally recognizes their greatness and talent and determination and in my humble opinion the lyrics “i was dreaming of bigger things; and wanna leave my own life behind; not a yes sir, not a follower” are Very kirk and the lines “kids were laughing in my classes; while I was scheming for the masses; who do you think you are?; dreaming ‘bout being a big star” are Very spock

16. kids (onerepublic): ok so this song takes place at the end of the five year mission and jimothy and spocko are looking back at all they’d done on their mission and they’re sad it’s ending but they know it’s not The End,,, my personal headcanon (maybe this is a fic or someone else’s hc idk lol) is that spock becomes the ambassador like spock prime does in aos and i think that jim becomes a professor at starfleet academy (to the mixed horror and delight of many) and they have a nice life in san francisco and they’re happy and in love and most importantly they still have each other and they know that although their greatest adventure is coming to a close they still have so much to look forward to

17. laughter lines (bastille): ok since it’s canon that vulcans live longer than humans spock outlives jim :’( and this song is so melancholy and sad i imagine it as the two of them at jim’s deathbed and they’re whispering about how they’ll see each other again soon and i love the lines “i’ll see you in the future when we’re older; and we are full of stories to be told; cross my heart and hope to die; i’ll see you with your laughter lines” because it doesn't even matter which one of them says it they both have laughter lines from all their years of love and adventure together among the stars and it’s not a goodbye it’s just a see ya later until they’re reunited and can go galavanting off together for eternity and i’m deadass crying as i write this 

18. bad blood (bastille): i debated including this but i just couldn’t not so here we are lmao so it’s not an exact correlation to the lyrics but more so to the vibe of the song and as we all know,,,, william shatner and leonard nimoy were best friends for years because of star trek until they had a falling out before nimoy died and they never spoke again. sooo this song reminded me of them particularly: “if we’re only ever looking back; we will drive ourselves insane; as the friendship goes resentment grows; we will walk our different ways; but those are the days that bind us together, forever; and those little things define us forever, forever” and it made me sad because it seemed to fit so well so i though i should share my sad epiphany

[*** = absolute fav] “lyrics” = lyrics

hello!! sorry this is so long and so emo lmao i know most fanmixes don’t come with analysis of each song but i felt like some of my choices warranted a little explanation :)

as this is a brand new blog (and my first original post!!) i’d like to mention my absolute fav star trek blogs:

@practicefortheheart @toastybumblebee @leifor @thetwelfthpanda @onedamnminuteadmiral @federations @mccoysbi @spockoholic @starspirk @bravemccoy @talk-nerdy-to-me-thyla @boldlygoingnovvhere @greenjimkirk @spockiosexual @lieutenant-sapphic @bottomkirk @capt-sulu @mccoymostly @spirksspork @captaincrusher + many more 

thank y’all so much for welcoming me into this fandom!! 

pls let me know if u know/like any of these songs or my mix as a whole!! hope you enjoy!! if you actually read this whole thing thank u so much this is me being 100% emotional about these dorks so thank u and i love u <3

xoxo sarah ( @starmapstudies )

19 Real Life Examples of An Extroverted Introvert

Originally posted by lets-celebrate-introversion

Don’t get us wrong we love people, but if we don’t recharge we won’t feel quite ourselves. We also love to meet new people but prefer hanging out one on one as opposed to large crowds. It’s pretty confusing, so many times we question our own identity. To relieve you of some confusion, here are a few things we’d like you to know about extroverted introverts.

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Alexander Hamilton to John Laurens, April 1779: Close Reading and Analysis

After posting the original and edited versions of this letter, I wanted to do a thorough analysis of it to cover the many innuendos and implications contained within.  Again, this reading is my own (though it has been driven by suggestions from others) and is a subjective interpretation of the data we have.  I encourage you to read the letter for yourself to draw your own conclusions and add to the discussion.

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Save Me

[ Mafia AU ] 

Growing up you were thought of nothing more than a pretty face. Your only aspirations were chosen for you. Your job would be to become a token. You were the only daughter of a mafia boss.

You were to marry someone of your father’s choosing because after his death it would be up to you and your husband to continue his work. The only problem was you already had a boyfriend.

Kim Young Woo, he was an extremely handsome and capable man. He had money, power, and the leadership that allowed him to command a group even larger than that of your fathers.

To be exact… he was your father’s rival.

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100 Positive Things to Say to Myself ☀️

What we think in our minds will eventually become what we believe.  This is why it is so important that we start saying positive things about ourselves many times each and everyday. Choose two or three of the statements below and repeat them to yourself throughout the day.

  1. I love myself.
  2. The world has a need for me.
  3. I am unique.
  4. I can and I will do things to promote healing in my life.
  5. I can handle this one step at a time.
  6. The sun is shining; I am ready to take on another day.
  7. My problem has a solution; I will work on a plan.
  8. I am a survivor.
  9. I refuse to give up because I haven’t tried all possible ways.
  10. I will inhale confidence and exhale doubt.
  11. I may be one in 7 billion but I am also one in 7 billion!
  12. I am smart.
  13. I believe I can change the world (or at least my corner of it).
  14. I am important.
  15. Today, I will celebrate me.
  16. I matter.
  17. I can find peace through prayer and meditation.
  18. I am strong.
  19. My confidence is beautiful.
  20. I am imperfect but I’m perfectly me.
  21. My smile can make someone feel better.
  22. I choose to focus on what I can control.
  23. Everything will work out in the end. If it hasn’t worked out yet, it’s not the end.
  24. I am happy with who I am.
  25. Every day, in every way, I am becoming better and better.
  26. I am a good person.
  27. I keep going because I believe in myself.
  28. I choose to see the good in the people I interact with today.
  29. It is always too early to give up on my goals.
  30. I can reach out for help if I need it.
  31. I am special; I will not change myself for anyone.
  32. I choose hope.
  33. The answer is right before me, even if I do not see it right now.
  34. I am thankful for…
  35. I choose to take good care of myself.
  36. I accept myself.
  37. I can make a difference.
  38. My past does not define my future, I do.
  39. My life is filled with possibility.
  40. I refuse to be pushed by my problems; I will be led by my dreams.
  41. I am awake and ready to be awesome.
  42. I will focus on my talents; I have things to share with the world.
  43. I choose to have the strength to move on to healthier relationships.
  44. I deserve good things in life.
  45. I release myself from my anger.
  46. I love who I am.
  47. I will allow peace to fill my soul.
  48. Today is a new day; I will see what adventure it holds.
  49. I choose to be proud of myself.
  50. I will do my absolute best in all things.
  51. I will speak kindly to others and to myself.
  52. I choose to be brave and tell others if I need their support.
  53. I have the power to control my reactions to the challenges I will face.
  54. I am becoming healthier each and every day.
  55. I choose to see each obstacle as an opportunity to grow.
  56. I will step out of my comfort zone and try something new today.
  57. I am a success; I can make this a great day.
  58. Note to self: You are amazing.
  59. I can control my breathing.
  60. I will stay calm, it will get better.
  61. I allow myself to forgive; it will allow me to move beyond the pain, to a place of peace.
  62. I choose to make today amazing.
  63. I choose to let the past go and move on to the future.
  64. Today, I will be courageous.
  65. I release all fear from my mind.
  66. I can reach my goals, I am unstoppable.
  67. I am ready to write a new chapter for my life.
  68. I will take the time to notice and be thankful for the little things.
  69. I can write down my thoughts and take control of my emotions.
  70. My hard work is already paying off.
  71. I am thankful for life.
  72. I choose to be happy.
  73. I accept the good that is flowing into my life.
  74. I will not allow anxious thoughts to steal my joy.
  75. Today, I forgive myself.
  76. My body knows how to get better; I will listen to it and rest when needed.
  77. I am stronger than my worries.
  78. I’m not the only one who struggles; I choose to be kind to everyone that I meet.
  79. Yesterday was a bad day, not a bad life. Today will be better.
  80. I am braver than I feel.
  81. While I wait for the storm to pass, I will choose to dance in the rain.
  82. I am loved.
  83. I will remember; often difficult roads lead to beautiful destinations.
  84. There is more to life than this moment; I choose to keep moving forward.
  85. I am capable of bringing my dreams to life.
  86. I am okay. I am breathing. I am alive.
  87. I am capable of achieving great things.
  88. I light the world with my smile.
  89. My spirit is beautiful.
  90. I make a difference in the world.
  91. I allow myself to take a break and do something I enjoy.
  92. I can make a difference.
  93. I’m not sure what will happen tomorrow, but I’ll take care of myself so I am strong enough to face it.
  94. I choose to approach my problems with a calm heart and mind.
  95. I trust myself.
  96. I will do my best with whatever comes my way.
  97. I have a purpose that I am fulfilling.
  98. I will listen to that whisper of hope that says, ‘you can do it, try again’.
  99. I can change my life.
  100. I will learn from yesterday, live for today and hope for tomorrow.
Roses are Red Ch. 2

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Relationships were weird. They start when two people agree. They end when one person decides. Of course, there’s one person who felt more than the other. It was impossible for two people to be the same level of invested in each other.

Then there were the boundaries. Having to know in your heart when to say I love you. How did anyone do it when it was never certain the other person loved you back? How horrifying to confess the most ardent emotion in your soul only to have it shrugged off or unwanted.

How wonderful and miraculous for those who get to hear it said back.

There’s more boundaries. When is it okay to touch where? When does a cuddle turn into a love filled night? Are they afraid?

What about their end? At one point does it stop being worth the struggle? At what point does one person just stop feeling so elated by the other? Where is that point where the emotion wanes?

And how, God how do people deal with the heartbreak? Of having the person who completes their mind and soul snatched away by Cupid’s anti-love arrow or a pair of wandering eyes or….

Or having never got the chance at all?

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Different Earth's, Same Idea

Sorry for the wait! Enjoy!

Request: You’re Barry’s sibling on this earth and Cisco and you’ve never thought about a relationship ever. But then an alternate you pops in for some reason and lays one on Cisco which makes you super jealous and everything super awkward. But you all get a happy ending. (Word Count: 3884)

Originally posted by sssssssim

Growing up as Barry’s little sister wasn’t always easy. After we’d lost our Mom and our father was arrested, things were just slightly different. Yes, we were close, but I think we were both too afraid of losing the other that there was always a distance between us.

As a result, our paths, while traveled together, always had some firm line between it. He became a forensic scientist and I became a sketch artist, both working for CCPD. Living with the Wests was great, but again, that line was always there between Barry and Iris and I, most likely due to the three year age difference we shared. Even when Barry started spending more time at STAR Labs, I wasn’t immediately notified of the major effect of his lightning incident because Joe wanted to keep his girls safe. Iris was a reporter that had a knack for discovering things, and I was only aware of something if it was drawn out right in front of me. Naturally, you can guess who found out Barry’s big secret first.

And after that, it was like a light had switched back on. Learning how our mother died and that Barry now had the power to protect us seemed to immediately close whatever distance he and I had created. It was a closure to a traumatizing night we both desperately needed. And it was one thing that Eobard Thawne had managed to do right: merge my brother and I’s paths back onto the same road.
 As a result, I had two other families I fit in with: the Wests and the STAR Labs team.

And that’s all we were. Family. No harboring feelings for anyone, good or bad. I wasn’t secretly longing for a certain mechanical engineer that was a great friend for both Barry and I.

At least… I think that was the case. Until she had come along.


It was a good night as Team Flash celebrated another win. Caitlin and I were heading the Cortex as both Barry and Cisco were out on the field, an exciting moment for both guys as it was the first official outing for Vibe, and so far it was going really well.

“Alright, boys! That’s a wrap for tonight, so go ahead and come back so the Doctor can patch you up!” I smirked at Caitlin as I leaned back in the chair. I could hear the two superheroes’ confirmation and rolled my chair towards the brunette.

“Yes?”

“We never finished our conversation.” Caitlin rolled her eyes with a gentle smile.

“We went out for dinner and had a nice time.” At my grin, she shook her head. “It really isn’t anything. Julian and I are just friends!”

“Uh-huh. Surrre.”

She glared at me, losing the seriousness as a small grin was on her face. Her grin widened though as she squinted her eyes briefly. “What about you? Anyone caught your eye lately?”

I thought briefly about it. Between work at CCPD and work at STAR Labs, there really wasn’t anytime to see or meet anyone new. The closest I got to hanging out with another male (that wasn’t my brother) was Cisco and our office movie nights. It was a way to keep ourselves sane during nights when he needed to work on superhero stuff and I needed to work on police stuff (and there were plenty of them).

Subconsciously, I smiled as I remembered last night’s argument over The Princess Bride, a movie I refused to see simply because it ticked Cisco off.

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you know what? autistic people are amazing!!

like… we’re so observant and good at noticing patterns and we catch stuff other people miss and we see the world in such a different way that it gives us a great perspective on things that neurotypicals dont have

and we care so much about stuff and we get really passionate about it and its really cute and we have things in the world that are Good and so much can be conveyed in that word and we survive and adapt so well in a world not designed for us and i think that’s awesome?

and we stim when we’re happy bc its how we interact with the world that despite everything we can still see so much wonder in

like we’re really cool

and its important to remember that when the majority of the world at best doesnt understand and at worst outright hates us

especially when most autism positivity posts are “its okay if u cant do things neurotypicals can do” and “autistic people can be intelligent!” because yes those posts are important but also autistic people can be better than neurotypicals bc we’re a diverse and intelligent and beautiful group of people and i refuse to be held to a neurotypical standard of brilliance when we’re doing pretty great by ourselves

*Edit - its perfectly okay for neurotypicals/allistics to reblog this!

I’m All Yours

Oneshot
Member: Jungkook 
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Summary: “I promise to never lie to you again. I promise to always be there for you no matter what. I promise to prioritize you before anything and anyone else. I promise to be a better man so that I’m worthy for you.”
Word Count: 3.651
Request: title from this song


~Gif is not mine. Credit to the original creator.~ 


a/n: this probably will make more sense if you read part one first


A few months ago, you had sort of forgiven Jungkook for what he did to you, but you still struggled every day. It was hard to trust in what he said when all you could think about were the lies he had told. You wanted to move on from this and return to how things once were, but his betrayal left a wound that was taking forever to heal.

“Y/N!” your mother’s voice calls. “Jungkook is here!”

“Be down in a second!” you call back, grabbing a pair of sandals and your small purse before running downstairs. Jungkook is standing by the door with your mother and making small talk when he sees you descend the stairs. He stares at you with this stupid looking expression on his face (one you’ve never even seen before, that’s for sure). When he realizes he’s been caught, he quickly looks away.

“Oh that dress looks so cute on you!” your mother gushes. You sit on the last couple of steps to slip into your sandals before standing again and turning to Jungkook. However, you notice his eyes are looking everywhere but you. You try to shove down the hurt you feel at that.

“Shall we go?” you ask, slinging your purse strap on your shoulder.

“W-we shall,” he says, opening the door and motioning you through before following after you. You turn to say goodbye to your mother as you follow Jungkook to his car.

“Have fun!” your mother calls from the porch, waving goodbye as Jungkook drives off down the street with you in the passenger seat and the music blaring.


It was a beautiful day for early summer - the sun is out and a gentle breeze blows through the park where Jungkook’s cousin’s birthday party is being held. You and Jungkook are making your way towards the playground, specifically the swings, while his cousin and his friends clamor over each other to get a slice of cake.

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Hell (Chapter Two: What will we do without her?)

Summary: Y/n Singer, after selling his soul to save Sam’s life, has accepted her destiny (or maybe not?). But her family doesn’t.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (not yet, but soon)

Word Count: 3K (approximately)

Warnings: Angst.

A/N: So here I am with the second chapter! Did you like the first? Yes? No? Let me know. For now, I hope you like this!

Hell (Chapter One: Fair Exchange)


Three months.

Three months have passed since Sam came back. And I only have nine.
The motel we’ve stayed in is in a desert place. Bobby, my father, found a case somewhere in Nebraska. From the information he has given us, this is definitely some demons.
Our job was to prevent the doors of Hell opening. We failed. We managed to close them, but it was too late; enough demons had already emerged to create even more chaos in the world. The only positive thing is that Dean and Sam had their revenge. Thanks to Colt (the gun that can kill any supernatural creature), they have finally made out the demon that had killed their mother, Azazel.
I roll into bed. I look at the alarm on the bedside table: three o'clock in the morning. I don’t feel tired, and lately I don’t even sleep. Perhaps, knowing the exact day of your own death has this effect. Beside me there is Sam, who deeply sleeping belly up. The lesser of Winchester didn’t take long to discover why he wasn’t dead; since Dean told him, Sam spends all day on the books, to find the solution to my “problem.”
The same thing my father does, after having repeated a few times that I’m an idiot.
I get up from the bed calmly, trying not to wake up Sam, I go over the other bed where there is Dean lying belly down, who sleeps beatily. I look at both of them, and then I go out.
The air is dull, and fortunately I’m not dressed very heavy. I ride somewhere between the cars parked, and when I see the Impala, I sit on the hood. Lately I often do it, sit down and look at the sky.
I’m strangely passionate about the stars; there are so many in the universe, and some of them are already dead, but we still see them still in the night sky. This is how I feel: a star already dead, but for others still shines. But a dead star remains dead, it doesn’t return to life.
“Try not to scratch her.”
I look down and meet Dean’s face. His green eyes look at me carefully, while I still think of his voice. God, I hope I will not forget it when I’m down there; it might be the only thing that will keep me.. myself.
"Why are you awake?” I say with nonchalance; three months now I try not to show my feelings. I don’t want them to worry more than they already do.
“Why are you awake?”
“I didn’t sleep.”
“Me neither.”
“But if you slept like a jumble!”
Dean doesn’t answer, and looks up to the sky, surrendering.
“I heard you go out, and I wanted to see if…”
“..I was fine. Yes, they are three months that you repeatedly asked me.”
He approaches the car and leans back against the passenger door.
“Sam and Bobby will continue to look for something, do you know?”
“True, but they will not find anything.”
“You can’t know.”
His voice has changed, now it is more serious, more.. angry?
I know for sure they will not find anything, the demons are not so stupid. I try in every way to accept what will happen to me, while they do nothing but believe false hopes.
“You know what? Let them seek well; I gave up when the demon disappeared from that crossroad. And frankly, I don’t care. For me the important thing was that Sam was fine. The rest doesn’t matter.”
Suddenly, I feel pulled to the legs, and opening my eyes, I find Dean’s eyes on mine. He’s so close to me. Too much. With his hands clenching my knees, and I believe that my breath is getting more and more absent.
“So your life counts nothing?”
I look at him in his perfectly green eyes, and his jaw covered with a light beard. And his lips, which I can’t take from my head.
Don’t react. No emotions.
“At this point, no. Don’t you think?”

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Method Acting

Dan Stevens x Reader
Words: 2,136

ask and you shall recieve my friends. ask and you shall recieve…

little backstory on this fic, i love dan stevens. i love him a lot. all i do is watch dan stevens videos and movies.

i hope you’re all well. have great days and you know, requests are open so thats a thing. 

i also hope you enjoy this. it’s a stretch from what i usually write so yee

Originally posted by imwhe

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When you started dating Dan, you found that sometimes he took on different personalities. Of course, it wasn’t something unusual. Whenever he began to work on a new project, he always seemed to get deep into the character’s mind and likeness. He was one of the best actors you knew, so you encouraged him to try things out on you as he began new projects.

When he was filming “The Guest”, he would walk around the house practicing his American accent. He would stare at you with an almost murderous look in his eyes. It often made you flinch when you looked up and found his striking blue eyes not leaving you. However, eventually his murderous stares were just a normal part of life.

Legion had him twitching and talking to himself as the two of you watched television. You were concerned at first, but eventually you understood as he let you help him with read throughs of the script. There were times when you’d even catch him switching from his accent to the fake American one, which sounded awfully strange from an outsider point of view.

When Dan told you he had a new secret project coming up, you were excited as hell for him. You couldn’t wait to see the character he would bring to life this tiem. But when Dan came back from the first reading of the script, something was different.

Instead of coming in and kissing your cheek, he walked in with the slam of a door and headed straight to your shared room. Your smile turned to a frown as you watched him go. Maybe he had had a bad day? It was possible, after all… but even on his worst days, he never acted like this. You followed him, knocking lightly on the doorframe. “Hey babe… rough day today?” You asked, taking a seat on the bed next to Dan.

He chuckled. “Quite the opposite actually, but I can think of a million ways this new movie can be improved. The staff and the other cast members… definitely need to upgrade their looks. Why would they hire such foul looking people?” He said, an arrogant smirk plastered on his face.

You glanced down at his feet, raising your eyebrow slightly at the shoes he was currently tying up. He only wore those for special occasions, like red carpets or photoshoots. It was strange for him to be putting them on now.

“Maybe now’s a good time for you to tell me about this new, secret project?” you suggested, taking his hand and resting your head on his shoulder. Dan rolled his eyes slightly, dropping your hand and standing up.

“Or maybe not. I’m heading out now and I expect dinner to be ready by the time I return. I hope that’s clear. Ciao!” Dan said, picking up his wallet and heading out of the house.

You stared after him in shock of his words and his actions. Dan had never been anything but kind to you, had you done something wrong? Was this all apart of some cruel prank he had going? Maybe there wasn’t a new project after all, maybe it was just all a lie so that he could-

Taking a deep breath in, you stood and headed to the kitchen. If he wanted his dinner, he could have it. After all, you loved your boyfriend with all of your heart. Even if he was acting out, you knew that he was a softie deep down. You were going to treat Dan with the same respect and love you would any other day.

As the weeks passed, you began to realise that the Dan you knew and loved was long gone. This arrogant asshole had walked into your life and he didn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon. You were blown off, yelled at and treated as nothing less than a speck of dirt.

You weren’t sure who the hell he thought he was, but you had had enough. You had it all planned out in your head. Dan was going to walk through that door and you would confront him. You would refuse him entry to your bedroom and you would talk because you knew you deserved at least that.

Your head snapped up as the door opened. Dan walked in, wearing one of the biggest and furriest coats you had ever seen. You raised your eyebrow at his fashion choices, taking a deep breath as you remembered your plan.

Dan glanced at you for a moment, a look that seemed almost sad in his eyes. You stood, gesturing to the seat next to you. “We need to talk,” You said quietly, a frown appearing on your face as you noticed that the way he held himself had changed.

He let out a grumpy huff, sitting down in the chair and resting his chin on the table. You raised your eyebrow, watching him in confusion. “That looks rather uncomfortable,” You stated, looking him up and down.

“Well, life is uncomfortable and if we don’t accept that now, we’d be fooling ourselves,” He muttered, his voice a lot deeper than usual. You sighed, sitting down in the chair next to him.

“Do I make things uncomfortable? Is this my doing, or have you had a bad day at work?” You asked quietly, looking down at your feet.

“Stop asking about bad days and look at reality. I’m trapped inside this castle, I’m nowhere near human… I’m a monster,’ He muttered, running his fingers over the groves in the wooden table.

“Well, at least we agree on something… look, I’ve been thinking that maybe we need some time apart. I don’t think this thing is working out anymore. I mean, it was once the most wonderful thing in the world but ever since you came back from your new project…”

Dan’s eyes softened for a few moments as he looked into yours, but just like that his eyes were replaced by those of someone you didn’t know. He sighed, picking up the script and standing up. “We’ll sort this out another time. For now, we’re staying together,” He muttered, walking towards your room.

You frowned even more than you had been, quickly standing up and attempting to grab the script. An anger you had never seen before suddenly appeared as Dan screamed at you, rinpping the script out of your grip. “What are you doing? It’s mine! Get away!” He yelled, pushing you away. You quickly regained your balance, grabbing your wallet.

“I’m coming back tomorrow to grab my things. You’d better not be here when I do,” You snapped quickly, leaving the house and slamming the door. You sat down on the front doorstep, putting your head in your hand as you began to sob.

The man inside your house was not the man you had fallen in love with many years ago. And as much as you wished your boyfriend would return, he seemed to be lost in the mess of anger in his head.

It was about a year before you saw Dan again, but you did your best job at avoiding him. You would hear about him on the news sometimes or see your mutual friends talking about him on social media, but you had mostly blocked him from your mind. It broke your heart that something so beautiful had become nothing but a forgotten wreck.

Part of you wished he would come back. Part of you wished that the old Dan would waltz right in and sweep you off your feet, but you knew that would never happen. You had both done things that you could never take back.

It was a quiet afternoon when the doorbell rang. You had been reading one of the old scripts you had managed to take with you when you moved out. You could still imagine his smile and the way his eyes lit up when he would tell you about the character’s glorious feats.

The doorbell rang, followed by a loud knock. You placed the script down, sighing as you stood and headed for the door. You eyes filled with shock as you opened it and felt Dan’s arms embrace you tightly.

“Love! I’ve missed you!” He exclaimed, resting his chin on your shoulder. You stood with your arms by your sides, pushing him off quickly.

“What are you doing here? How did you even find me?” You asked, going to close the door. You groaned when he walked in and sat down on the couch. “You know, usually when a breakup happens, the people don’t see each other afterwards.”

“That is a good point, a great one in fact, but I believe breakups are supposed to be mutual and while my character was an asshole, I like to think I am not. Well, I guess I am for not telling you what was happening, but I promise I’m a good guy deep down. Anyway, I have a proposition,” He said, standing and taking your hands.

“Well actually, I was kind of busy reading…” You picked up the script, blushing slightly. “Legion, episode five. So if you could just make your way out the door, I could continue my comfort reading.”

“That’s a good one. I promise I won’t take too much of your time. I just want to explain things to you, because legally I couldn’t before. But there are test screenings of my new movie so… I was hoping you’d come along and watch it with me,” He said quietly, looking at his feet shyly.

You sighed quietly. “Just the movie? Nothing else?”

He shook his head. “Nothing else.”

“I suppose I can spare at least two hours of my time… as long as you promise to drive,” You replied, smiling weakly as he held up his car keys.

“Let’s get a move on,” he said, pulling you out to the car and getting in.

“This isn’t some sick kidnapping trick, right? We are actually seeing a movie?” you asked.

Dan chuckled. “You’re so sceptical. I guess I do deserve it… but yes, I promise we are only seeing a movie. Unless you want to go out for dinner afterwards…”

“You’re pushing your luck,” You mumbled, glancing out the window as the car drove further and further away from your comfortable home. “Where the hell is this screening?”

“Well, the one I was planning on going to was in Texas, but I suppose that if you were to get on a plane with your ex right now, you’d probably freak. I know there’s one in London, which is still a little while away, but it’ll be worth it. I swear,” He said, continuing to drive.

“Can you at least tell me what the movie is about? Fill the silence?” You asked, biting your lip slightly.

Dan nodded slowly. “Well, it’s the story of an arrogant asshole who doesn’t know what he’s got until it’s gone. He used to have love in his heart, but then it all changes for him. Everyone he ever loved is pushed away and they forget about him. He ends up in isolation where he feels sorry for his actions… I think I’m telling more of my story than his. It’s one of your favourite movies though. You always told me you’d love for them to remake it.”

He parked the car, getting out and opening your door. You smiled weakly, getting out and taking his hand. You looked up at the building in front of you, a small smile on your face when you saw a poster for the upcoming Beauty and the Beast film.

You froze for a second, your eyes widening when everything began to click. “It all makes sense now!” You exclaimed, smiling wide. “You were being an asshole to get into your role! And that day you came home and called yourself a monster…”

“My method acting got the better of me and I still feel horrible about it every day. But this, this is a big thing. If I didn’t get it right… it’s a make or break. The film looks pretty good from my eyes, but why does that matter? My girlfriend always helped decide if the movie was good or not,” Dan said, holding out his hand. “Shall we?”

You smiled, taking his hand and entering the cinema. “So, what does this mean for us? Are we friends? Enemies? Accquaintances?” You asked, biting your lip slightly.

“I’m not sure. I suppose we’ll find out over time… that is, if you’re willing to have me back in your life…”

You looked at your feet for a moment. “We were an incredible team… okay. I accept, on the condition that you buy me ice cream after.”

Dan chuckled, shaking your hand. “It’s a deal.”

The Tux Shop replay and A Night to Remember.

I apologize for not writing sooner but its been a busy and crazy 48 hours.

After work on Friday, my son and i went to pick up his tux from the shop. When we arrived it was very busy with people picking up their orders and I didn’t see the face of the sales girl that we had last time. However once i got to the counter there she was. I smiled and so did she. I asked if my son’s tux was ready and she said yes but if we wanted to check the fit i would be an hour or so. I asked my son if he wanted to come back after dinner and he agreed. So we had a bite to eat and returned to the shop. It was a great idea. All the other patrons but one had taken their tuxs and left. Our sales girl was just finishing up when we returned. As she showed them out i noticed she locked the door and i looked at her and she said technically were closed but since your last i dont want anyone thinking we were open.

She proceeded to get my son his tux and sent him into the back to change. Meanwhile we began talking and she mentioned that my son had called her. This immediately got my attention because he hadn’t said a word to me. He apparently told her that he was flattered she had given him her number but, and here i quote, “I am currently involved with the most amazing woman”. I was shocked when she told me this. Then she told me that she wasn’t disappointed in his answer but was shocked that he had called her since she gsve me the number not him. Needless to say i turned bright red. Luckily at that moment my handsome son walk out of the dressing room and again i went week in the knees. The sales girl went over and made a show of making sure the tux fit properly. I swear she was watching me the whole time as i stared at my son. Fighing the urge to strip and offer myself to him. Once she was done she sent him back to the changing room and he whispered something to her. She gave a girlish giggle and walked over to me. With out warning she kissed me hard on the lips. I was shocked but sooo horny i didn’t stop her. Soon my top was off and my nipples in her mouth. At some point we moved away from the showroom floor to a break room next to the changing rooms. I’m not 100%sure on the tim frame but i know we were making out, hot and heavy when i heard a cough. I looked up to find my son staring at us hard as a rock. I groaned. She looked over at him and asked if she could finish. I groaned again and he said he waould watch. I felt her hands in my panties anf locked eyes with my son. I came and moaned and was in seventh heaven as my son watched this young woman tease and please me. Soon i was panting and hungry with lust. My son nodded at me and i turned to her and began to devour her. She was moan and begging and soon i has her cumming. I felt my son behind me and then inside me. I was groaning into her when i heard her say ‘fuck is he….omg that is hot.’ It was insane and risky and stupid, but we had outed ourselves to her. I didn’t know how she would react but after my son was finished I asked her what she thought and she told me it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. She promised never to tell anyone and she hoped that we would see her again. I of coursed promised to call her and have every intention of doing so. If you want to know… no she and my son did not have sex, but my son did say that if she and i were ok next time maybe he would switch places with me. SO ON TO THE MAIN EVENT OF THE WEEKEND……… Saturday dawned with my son laying next to me. I kissed him before he left my bed as to not raise questions from my daughter. We got up and i made breakfast. Attended to my daughters needs and then took her to her friend’s house since i would not be home that evening. After dropping off my daughter i went to have my hair and nails done. I know i was just a chaperone but i felt it would be good to put my best effort into it. Once i was finished i headed home my son had everything ready for tonight he and his best friend were going to go pick up the girls with the limo and since i was a chaperone i would ride along. The girls were beautiful in their dresses and surprisingly my son had even bought me a corsage along with his girlfriend’s. We arrived at the hotel just before 6, since dinner was also being served. It felt a little like a wedding reception. I went to check in knowing the dance would not end until late. I made sure to get two adjoining rooms. Expensive but necessary to keep up appearances. I then returned to the dinner. I ate at the chaperone’s table with a few other parents. As the night wore on i noticed my son. He was by far one of the more popular kids. Talking and dancing and being amazing. Lol. I know i am prejudice of him but it is true. Anyway. I found myself again feeling jealous of the young woman on his are wishing it was me. I was not neglected mind you. Many of the young men asked if i would like a dance, but i refused them until my son judt swooped me on to the dance floor and told me to have fun. After that i did accept offers from both my son’s friends and a few of the male teachers and chaperones. I was on a high when i excused my self to the ladies room. I ran into my son’s date when I was on my way back she ask if i had really gotten hotel rooms for my son and me. I told her yes but didn’t say they were adjoining rooms. She smiled and kissed my cheek. I asked her what her plans were and she said her and a few other girls were also sharing a room. I looked at her and with an effort told her to enjoy her night. The night wore on. My son did not win prom king though he was nominated, i didn’t know, and soon it was nearly midnight. Most of the student that didn’t have hotel rooms had left hours ago and only a few teachers remained. Those that were there called an end to the dance and found out who was staying and who was getting picked up. I excused myself and gave my son his room keys. I winked at him and went up stairs. Once in my room i stripped and unlocked the door tomthe adjoining room. I slipped into the shower and felt his presence in the room. He slipped into the shower behind me. I asked where his girlfriend was he told me we had about 30 minutes because the teachers were making sure students without parents were of to stay. I immediately dropped to my knees but he pulled me back up and kissed me. He then proceeded to please me wit his fingers and tongue before sliding deep into me. I came twice before he did. I was annoyed when he kissed me after the shower and slipped back into his room just before there was a knock on his door. Yes i listened and played with myself as my son and his girlfriend talked then made out. It was torture listening to them as she moaned and praised him. I was shocked when she told him not to pull out, but relived when i heard him tell her no. She begged but he remained true. After an hour of them having sex she became quiet and my son did too. I lay naked on my bed. I heard her tell him she wished she could stay and him tell her that he understood that she couldn’t. I heard the door close and lock. When the adjoining door opened i looked at him and said 'you can cum in me.’ He smiled and proceeded to give me what he had denied his girlfriend. We finished a couple hours ago. I have never felt so filled and loved then right now. We talked a little bit about his girlfriend and the sales girl but soon he fell asleep. And yes for all you out there wondering i am writing this naked and with my sleeping son next to me. I can’t wait for what is next. Good night my loves. Kisses and hugs. 😚😚😚😚

Leliana's Development & Why It Is Natural (DA:I spoilers)

Alright, fandom, we need to get square on the character development of Leliana, because an astounding amount seem shocked at how she is presented in Inquisition, when in fact hers is one of the most genuien and smoothest transformations I have seen in any character.

Now the most common reactions I see to Sister Nightingale are;

  • “What happened to Leliana?! She was so sweet and innocent!”
  • “That’s the real Leliana! Badass and ruthless, she was just acting before!”

So neither of these are entirely wrong, but neither do her character justice.

I feel like I have to begin from scratch, meaning Leliana’s Song and up Inquisition for this to be conveyed understandably. So head’s up for spoilers on both (and Origins).

First and foremost; what we see in Leliana’s Song is the start. She is not innocent from the start (, in fact she’s never truly that)What you see in Origins is a result of everything that happened in Leliana’s Song, which although released after Origins was already a part of her character through an edited version of the events told by Leliana herself.

The ‘everything’ is important here, because Leliana’s lessons from LS was not only that the Grand Game is dangerous and hurts people (which notably was something she had carelessly ignored because she had fun tricking and killing people) and that Andraste will guide her. The probably most defining change in her character is from when she trusts Marjolaine to remove the incriminating documents that would pin them both as traitors to Orlais and potentially start a war, to Marjolaine instead stabbing her in the guts and leaving her and her friends to take the blame and (unecessary and excessive) punishment.
Leliana has lived a careless life of adopted nobility most of her life up until now, and when the Game suddenly isn’t as fun as its name makes it out to be Leliana is shocked. She now realises she had been blindly trusting,putting not only her own life but also her friends’ lives and the stability of two nations in danger. The fact that this realisation shakes her is what splits her and Marjolaine apart in personalities. (In the last paragraph you will see how she learnt from this and does not trust blindly in even the Chantry’s teachings.)

Now after Dorothea gives Leliana the key to escape (which in Inquisition Leliana phrases something like 'she showed me that I could save myself’) we see a beaten and apathic Leliana. She’s lost, she doesn’t have a purpose, she doesn’t even want vengeance on Marjolaine because she doesn’t know who she is anymore. A recurring theme for Leliana is doubting her identity. When she was young she sought fun and danger, now she feels guilty for ever having wanted that because the idols she had were people like Marjolaine who are ultimately egoistic and unsympathetic.

Leliana stubbornly refuses any similarities with Marjolaine, and leaves her for the new guidance of the Chantry. When Leliana is lost she goes from one guide to another, to reveal but not create her core. This is later seen as the Warden and Inquisitor can influence how she acts upon her morals.
Back on topic, however; Leliana refuses Marjolaine’s comparison of them because they do not share the same purpose. Leliana’s Song concludes with Leliana reflecting how her finding purpose is the heart of her story. She has found what she truly wants to dedicate her life to – the greater good, not the Game’s egoistic agenda, showing a great divide between Leliana and Marjolaine’s otherwise similar characters.

(A fun addition to this is the psychologist Søren Kirkegaard’s interpretation of mental development, in which a human goes from being satisfied by a life of aesthetics to a life dedicated to (religious) purpose and service.)

She now spends the next five years being taught how to be idealistically good. Desperately, we see her cling to this ideal way to be when she joins the Warden. She acts overwhelmingly innocent despite her natural contradictions because she needs to convince both those around her and herself that she canBut what gives her away is when her grey morals show, as in a few out of many examples here;

  • She happily accepts Zevran, an assassin of an organisation with legendary loose morals (to put it mildly) and deadly efficiency, in joining their quest as he will be a tool to help the greater good.
  • In conversation with Alistair, we also hear her saying that she does not fully regret leaving the people in Lothering to die at the hands of darkspawn as their effort overall will be worth more than she could do there.

Both in Origins and Inquisition we see her willing to be merciless if it benefits a greater cause. This is also why I believe that some/most of her positive attitude in Origins is genuine; she is happy that she can lead a life of both elements of what has defined her so far, and she belives she is utilizing that for everyone’s best. Leliana has both idealistic and pragmatic sides to her. (This is likely why your Warden will get negative reaction from her when they can be helpful, and why she didn’t react as strongly to choices in Redcliffe as Alistair did among other reasons).

What Origins and Inquisition does, however, is show the doubt even now (yes, with a ten years gap and further adjustment of her character to the dark side of good). As stated earlier we are able to guide Leliana in both games because she lives a life of such conflicting morals, and the fact that this is believable is what makes her a well-written and strong character. The fact that she is doubting herself is why the Warden and Inquisitor can influence her – and fear not, dear gamers! Both unhardening and hardening Leliana is true to her character;

  • Hardening Leliana makes her embrace her more morally grey side, that she can act bad on behalf of good and that does not automatically make her an evil person. Hardening her does not rob her of her faith in the Maker and that she is doing His work.
  • Unhardening Leliana as well makes her content that she is doing what she does for others’ sake, that the Maker approves, convincing her that she is therefore not like Marjolaine (in Origins, in Inquisition this doesn’t bother her because she has matured). Unhardening her does not rob her of her willingness to kill and cheat.

Either path shows that ultimately, Leliana does not only believe in the Maker no matter what but also in herself, which convictions are now so intertwined it is hard to say where one begins and the other ends.

This is why she does not hesitate to become the Left Hand of the Divine, knowing what shady work it entails but also that she is doing it for the people of Thedas.

This is why she is shaken seemingly out of her faith after the Conclave, but bounces back soon after.

This is why, when she realises her socially-imposed ignorance towards the oppression of elves and mages, that she takes a stand for them because she believes without being told so that it is right.

This is why her goal as Divine, no matter what, will be for the betterment of the oppressed and the inclusion of the excluded.

Even in Origins you hear her contradicting the Chantry with her own interpretations of what is important, and as Left Hand and Divine she continues on this path by working towards conversion. No matter what paths she takes, she stays true to herself.

Leliana’s strength lies in her faith and doubt in herself, in others, in the Maker and everything. With both factors the writer has made a balanced, believable and still surprising character, who can genuinely be both merciful and merciless.

“Sometimes it takes another to show us the truths we hide from ourselves.”
                                  - Leliana, Dragon Age: Origins.

Rekindle // Archie Andrews

Hi!! Can I request an archie imagine where the reader and archie were really good friends and then everything with ms. g**dy happened and they kind of drifted. And then one day the reader hears from Betty or something that his parents are officially getting divorced and they go to see if he’s ok and it’s just really sweet and stuff? Thank you💗

Here’s another one! Sorry for all the Archie, but that’s literally all the requests I’m getting 😂 Also, I need a favour from you guys, try and be as descriptive and original as possible with your request so I can bring them to life, I want to make sure you’re all completely satisfied with what I write because I care for your guy’s opinions. Love you all very much 💕

***

Some say that friendships are a lifetime if they pass over the 7 year mark.

At this moment, I wasn’t sure I believed it.

Archie and I were always at the hip, always together protecting each other, making each other laugh and just being best friends. It was the four of us, Archie, Betty, Jughead and myself, we were a great group of friends.

That is until summer hit.

Archie became distant and oddly secretive, which put doubt and worry in my mind in what the hell he’d been up to. We were still great friends, but, he was never honest, it was always lies. Archie had this common tendency to never look you in the eye if he wasn’t being truthful, catching him out in a lie.

He did it every single day after summer. He’d disappear for hours on end, no calls or texts, he’d miss our Friday night dinners at Pop’s, it just became Jughead and myself who’d actually show up. I didn’t trust Archie anymore, I didn’t trust my best friend.

Until the truth came out when I caught him and Ms Grundy together.

I’d never been so livid and shocked in all my life. He was having sexual relations with a teacher, his music teacher. It happened over the summer and continued throughout school.

I remember screaming at him, pushing at his chest and shoving him, continuing to ask him why he would do this to himself, why he thought it was okay. He only just screamed right back, saying that he loved her and cared for her, not looking away from me for a second.

It was the first time he told the truth in weeks.

I knew she was using him, and I knew deep down Archie knew it too. But, he refused to accept it, continuing the relationship like it was okay.

It came down to it; her or me.

He chose her.

I walked away.

To be honest, it felt weird without being close with Archie, distancing ourselves from each other, more so me hiding from him like the plague. Betty, Ronnie, who I later became friends with, and Kevin all pushed for me to start talking to him again, but I refused. He chose a illegal relationship over his best friend since we were three years old, how can someone come back from that?

Jughead understood why I wouldn’t and supported me in whatever decision I made. He’d also caught them together and knew where I was coming from. He forgave Archie for ditching him over the summer, but never forced me to forgive him too.

It wasn’t until a certain lunch time that changed it all completely.

‘So, did you guys hear about Archie?’ Betty oddly spoke louder than usual. I pretended as though I wasn’t listening, reading my literature book when I was dying to know what happened.

'No, what’s going on?’ Ronnie asked.

'His parents are officially getting a divorce.’ I stopped reading, swallowing hard at the news.

Archie had hoped that his parents one day would get back together and make it work, that was all he wished for. I could only imagine how he was taking the news.

'Whoa, that’s rough.’ Ronnie sighed. I lifted my head, seeing four pairs of eyes looking at me.

'What?’ I asked, raising an eyebrow.

'You need to talk to him, Y/N. He won’t talk to anyone else, maybe you can get through to him?’

I sighed, closing my book and running my fingers through my hair. 'Look, he lied to me and said some pretty hurtful things…I don’t know how I can.’

'You know deep down he didn’t mean it. Besides, they’re over. She’s gone, you guys can be the duo again.’ Betty encouraged. Everyone’s eyes were still on me, waiting for me to change my mind.

'I don’t know, Betty…’

'Y/N, you know that you miss Archie and he misses you, why can’t you just talk to each other?’ Veronica asked, resting a hand on my shoulder.

'Because…he said he hated me. How do we come back from that?’ I shook my head, looking down into my lap.

'You know deep down he didn’t mean it. But, he needs you, he just won’t admit it.’ Veronica pulled me in for a comforting side hug, making me rest my head on her shoulder.

'Fine, I’ll go. If, somebody comes with me.’ I compromised.

'I’ll go. I found out, so I’ll come.’ Betty smiled encouragingly. I knew she was trying to make me feel better.

On the outside, I was calm, on the inside, my anxiety was already skyrocketing.

***

'What if he’s not home?’

'He is, Y/N. I just texted him.’ Betty sighed, pulling me by the sleeve of my jacket.

'Okay, what if he doesn’t want to talk to anyone?’

'Y/N, stop making excuses,’ Betty and I reached his doorstep, Betty knocking on the door. 'You’re gonna be just fine.’

'In theory.’ I muttered under my breath, crossing my arms over my chest and looking at my shoes. I heard the door open, lifting my head to come face to face with Archie.

Archie’s eyes widened in surprise, seeing me at the doorstep with Betty. 'Betty and…Y/N. What are you doing here?’

'Y/N came to see you, I was just giving her a lift.’ My eyes widened, glaring at Betty. She gave me a smirk from the corner of her eye, making me want to hit her. 'I’ll let you two talk.’

With that, she turned around and walked down his porch steps, leaving the two of us in awkward silence. Archie opened the door wider, giving me a small smile, 'Come on in.’

I sighed, taking a few steps to enter the Andrews household, smiling a little to myself. I headed for the living room, sitting on the couch, Vegas making his way in. He walked over to me, resting his head on my lap as I scratched his head, smiling a little.

'Why are you here, Y/N?’ I lifted my head to see Archie leaning against the door frame.

'I heard about what’s happening with your parents…I’m really sorry, Arch.’ I looked down into my lap, not really knowing what else to say.

'And?’

I shrugged, 'I miss you.’ I whispered, lifting my head to meet his gaze. His harsh glare dropped, walking over to sit next to me on the couch, sitting in the same position as me.

'I miss you too…it’s all my fault we stopped talking. I was just - I was so confused with everything. Dealing with football and then music, it all became too much.’ He explained. 'I know that’s not an excuse for what I said to you, what I said was really, really hurtful…’

'You think?’ I asked, chuckling sarcastically.

'I know and I’m sorry.’ He sighed, grabbing my hand. 'You’re my best friend…and I took you for granted. I’m so sorry for everything. Can you find it somewhere in that warm heart to forgive me and we can continue where we left off?’

I licked my bottom lip, giving him a small nod. 'Yes, I guess we can attempt it at least.’ He grinned, pulling me in for a bone crushing hug as I laughed, hugging him back just as tight. 'Oh, by the way, you owe me so many milkshakes and Friday night chats.’

He chuckled, 'Okay, that’s fair.’

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Possible references to ‘The Ones Who Walk away From the Omelas’ in the BTS ‘Spring Day’ teaser

Since I know a big part of you have never read ‘The Ones Who Walk away From the Omelas’ (by Ursula K. Le Guin), I wrote a small summary of things I noticed were quite directly referencing the book. All quotations are from TOWWAFTO (that’s a mouthful).

With a clamor of bells that set the swallows soaring, the Festival of Summer came to the city Omelas, bright-towered by the sea. The ringing of the boats in harbor sparkled with flags. […] I incline to think that people from towns up and down the coast have been coming to to Omelas during the last days before the Festival on very fast little trains and double-decked trams, and that the trains station of Omelas is actually the handsomest building in town, though plainer than the magnificent Farmers’ Market.”

Setting: a beautiful town by the sea. A summer festival that people come to attend from other towns. 

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