“We are here because, without you, we would be a field of corpses. Anonymous mud. You found us thus and freed us. No, more. Taught us to free ourselves. You are the finest captain and the finest friend we shall, any of us, know. Do not forget us.”
I know this has nothing to do with cuddling pets, but I really wanted to share with you this amazing reading about gay men who served in the first and second world wars. I was a little bit fearing it would be all about hiding, fearing and self-questioning but I was amazed to discover some extraordinary stories about gay couples and gay love like you would like to see more on the big screen. There are for example these very touching letters from Ralf to the older Monty, who remained his lover until they die from old age. He writes to him from the WWII front :
How can you forgive me for forgetting your birthday you know I wish you all the best in the world my darling. […] Darling you don’t know how I miss you darling. I might as well tell you the truth. I have been letting myself go and I have been crying over you Darling and calling out for you. […] please forgive me darling for what I have done darling and forgot your birthday darling, you know I love you darling ALWAYS DARLING Goodnight my love and I will be with you for ever and ever you old Darling and the one and only”
Isn’t that the cutest thing? We can conclude that one shall not forget his significant other’s birthday, even in time of war :D
Anyway, thank you for following me and I wish you all the best, darlings :)
When we first heard of the attack in Manchester, as it broke across social media and across the news channels none of us even imagined that it would have such a close and personal effect on us.
There are no words that properly express the loss we are feeling within the fandom, to know that you will never again get to watch the show, go to conventions, meet new friends or old ones or even get to live the rest of the life your had a right too.
I didn’t know your personally but I had the extreme pleasure of meeting you a couple of times, although briefly, at Storybrooke 3 in Blackpool whilst I was working in one of the photo studios.
I have never been prouder than I have over the last couple of days of our fandom. Oncers from all countries, different ages and different ships have come together to remember you. They have posted amazing stories, messages, pictures, songs and artwork all dedicated in your memory. They have been there to support each other through the first few days of grief and disbelief and from this new friendships, lasting friendships have probably been made.
That is a wonderful legacy to leave behind even if she should never have happened.
We are sending all of our collective love to your family and friends who must be going through an absolutely horrific time, bit we are thinking of them and hopefully know how loved and remembered you are will help, even if it’s a tiny amount.
We will never forget you Georgina, you shall forever be rememberd by those that knew you, or even briefly met you. You will live on through pictures, stories, memories, artwork and the lasting love people will always hold for you.
One of the main lessons that we should take from the story of the Mi'raj.
The Prophet ﷺ had called people to Allah for over 10 years in Makkah. He was once the one that they called the truthful and the trustworthy, but suddenly all those who were once close to him turned their backs on him and betrayed him. He was stoned and pelted. He was called names and mocked. His family were starved. His companions were tortured and killed. All those who he once trusted now plotted against him and it was the hardest ten years of his blessed life. He saw hardship and he saw pain, but non of it compared to the pain he experienced just before this journey. He lost his uncle Abu Talib who looked after him as a child, the one who protected him when people attacked him. The one who took care of him when his father and grandfather passed away. His death caused the Prophet ﷺ indescribable pain. Then He lost his wife, Sayyidah Khadijah. She was the one he loved, she gave him ease, she honoured him and she remained with him when everyone left. When she passed away, it broke his blessed heart.
When all of these trials and tribulations came his way, he remained steadfast and content with the destiny of Allah. He never gave up and he never despaired. He carried on calling to Allah. It was in this time that Allah took him upon the night journey and He saw His Lord. In those moments, He gazed upon Allah. He was rewarded for His patience, and he was honoured with the ultimate prize. Dear Ummah, you may be going through turmoil, pain and real confusion, but Allah has promised us that ease shall come after hardship. An ease which shall make us forget all that which we faced. Remain patient and keep steadfast with prayer, supplication and gratitude. A day shall come when Allah will reward you beyond measure. He only tested you as a sign that He loves you.
Summary: You attempt to persuade Odin to leet Loki attend Frigga’s funeral, but no matter how hard you try he declines. You there for get quite pissed of his attitude towards Loki, your dear friend, so you sneak him to the funeral since you think he deserves to go to his own mothers funeral.
Warning(s): Angst? Idk, just sadness. A lot.
Note(s): Female Pronouns, and 3rd POV. I highly recommend listening to Into Eternity by Brian Tyler from Thor: The Dark World while reading this. Spoilers from Thor: The Dark World!
Song: Into Eternity by Brian Tyler from Thor: The Dark World.
“I will avenge her mother, Y/N died for us, I will not let her sacrifices be forgotten”
“The north won’t forget this Robb, and neither shall we”
Heyyyyooo, I hope you guys like it. I know it’s another short one but I honestly can’t think of a good plot line for a long imagine yet, I obviously had to incorporate ‘The North remembers’. Much love xox
Request; Hi how are you? Can I have a 13 reasons why imagine where you’re on the tapes because you gave Hannah hell after Justin cheated on you with her (which you found out through the text that sent around at the beginning of the show) and Justin trying to apologize to you when he realizes that the tapes were passed down to you
A/N; I’m gonna make a post after this about the next batch of imagines coming out.I made this kind of deep I felt like I was writing a chapter for my wattpad book ( sad ending kind of ) Also you didn’t really tell me how to end it so yea
There are time shifts
Word counter; 1,706(lmaoo long af)
Warnings; I guess Maybe talk about death, suicide(Hannah’s ) panic attacks blah blah blah
Alterations; Justin only has one tape reader it’s tape number 9
Present (Wednesday Morning )
We often make mistakes, we are human it is within our nature as we are raised we are taught that making mistakes isn’t as horrible.That those mistakes make us stronger and that we shall learn from them. What they forget to teach us is that a little mistake goes a long way and all actions have consequences.I made her life a living hell and for that, I will always be sorry but who would have thought that a little game would make a girl want to kill herself.Here I am laying in bed before getting ready for school thinking about all the things I could’ve done to save Hannah’s life. I killed Hannah baker I did it along with the others, Hannah didn’t commit suicide, we killed her, we killed her spirit and her will to live and we will carry that with us until the day we die.
It was Monday afternoon I was exhausted making my way home from school, this week has been crazy with Hannah Baker’s suicide and people wanting to create a memorial. I never really got along with Hannah after I found out Justin cheated on me with her. I make my way up the steps to reach my porch I spot a package with my name on it. I pick it up entering my house greeting my mom with a kiss and quickly making my way up the stairs.I reach my room throwing my bag on top of the bed and going over to my desk eager to open the package. I finally get the package open looking at the show box sitting in front of me. I slowly open it curious to see what’s inside but also scared of what it might contain. It didn’t look like a company package and I hadn’t ordered anything online.I open the package to find a set of tapes. Fifteen of them to be exact I look at the box with a puzzled look but decide to listen to it I pop the first tape in the radio and press play.
“Hey, it’s Hannah. Hannah Baker. That’s right. Don’t adjust your…whatever device you’re hearing this on. It’s me, live and in stereo. No return engagements, no encore, and this time, absolutely no requests. Get a snack. Settle in. Because I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you’re listening to this tape you’re one of the reasons why. I’m not saying which tape brings you into the story. But fear not, if you received this lovely little box, your name will pop up. I promise.”
My blood ran cold as I heard the intro to the first tape something told me I won’t get any sleep today.The first tape was dedicated to Justin, then Jessica, then Alex, then Tyler, and Courtney, and Marcus then Zach, even Ryan was in it.
This brings me to my tape number 9 my blood ran cold again as I heard the intro.“I can’t really blame you for what you did or the way you reacted, after all, I did kiss your boyfriend but at the time you didn’t let me explain, see the thing is that Justin never mentioned a girlfriend and since I wasn’t really popular I didn’t keep up with who was dating who. I thought Justin was single I should’ve known better I guess.On the contrary of what you think I didn’t sleep with Justin like everyone thought. That day when you walked in the cafeteria , I was already having a bad day , with the rumor of me sleeping with Justin going around school ,that picture and the fact that even Clay didn’t want to talk to me you turned out to be the cherry on top when you walked into the cafeteria and slapped me calling me a slut in front of everyone. I tried keeping my tears in as I rushed to the bathroom and that was the start of how you made my life a living hell (Y/N) welcome to your tape”
My body shook as I finished listening to my tape. My breathing became shallow and tears began to fall it was happening again.My chest began to tighten, I felt my throat close up making it harder to breathe my muscles began to twitch. I was having a panic attack after 6 months of them being gone they came back. I spend the next half hour trying to calm myself. Usually, it was Justin who helped me whispering sweet things to my ear trying to get me to calm my breathing the thing is that he’s no longer here and even though I miss him I don’t think I could ever take him back. He hurt me too much, he lied not only to me but to other people about Hannah.
I decided to stay home yesterday trying to keep myself together and prepare for school today.Justin has been texting and calling me non-stop since he found out I got the tapes, asking if I was okay if I needed anything asking if we could talk. I’ve been ignoring him after listening to the tapes I needed some time for myself to think and sort things out. Guilt was a constant emotion I felt these past days.That feeling when your heart sinks to your stomach the constant feeling of anxiety or like you’re being watched the sadness that comes with it and the certain feeling of darkness that it’s creeping its way to your heart.
After getting ready for school I walk to my car get in and start the engine in less than 10 minutes I’m parked in the parking lot of Liberty High finding the courage to actually step into the school.I get out the car and make my way to the high school entrance I walk through the halls with my head down trying to go unnoticed.I reach Hannah’s locker and stand in front of it looking at it, they decorated it pictures, flowers everyone acted as if they knew Hannah or cared if they cared she would be alive today. I spot Justin at the corner of my eye and my breathing begins to pick up its pace, looking one more time at Hannah’s locker I feel the tears begin to fall as I push my way through the crowd of people making my way to the bathroom.
My breathing starts becoming shallow and I feel it coming I push into one of the stalls trying to take deep breaths my throat begins closing in, I choke on my breathing as it gets harder for the air to get into my lungs.I feel someone open the door to the bathroom but I ignore it trying to focus on my breathing.The door to the stall opens but I keep my eyes focused on the floor trying my hardest to make air reach my lungs, someone picks me up and sits me on their lap hugging me tightly given the scent I know it’s Justin at any other moment I would’ve protested shoved him away from me but I wasn’t in the right mind and as much as I hate to admitted in moments like this he knew how to calm me down.I sat on his arms as he whispered sweet things to my ear and played with my hair.
My breathing began to slow down reaching its normal pace.I slowly move away from Justin’s arms whispering a hushed thank you as I try to stand up.
“ hey, wait I want to talk to you” he says pulling me down so I’m sitting on his lap again
“ why Justin there’s nothing to talk about thanks for the help but that’s it this is where it ends” I say my heart shattering with each word.
“ I just want you to forgive me, I’m truly sorry for everything and I love you and I always will and I regret everything from the start I want you back (Y/N) I can’t sleep at night thinking about how bad I fucked up and I miss you I miss you so much, I just wish I could go back and change everything” he says tears streaming down his face
“ I just don’t understand why you lied to me, you said that Hannah was the one that approached you, I hated her for the longest time for no reason, I drove her to kill herself, you drove her to kill herself, don’t ask me for forgiveness ask her, you killed her , I killed her we all did and everything for what huh?” I say trying to keep tears from falling
“ I don’t know what I was thinking, we all make mistakes please forgive me, I just want to be back with you, I know what I did was wrong and I regret it every day I just wanted to be cool and Bryce pushed me to send the picture around so I did but I never meant any harm and I just I love you please forgive me” he says getting closer to me.At this point, I can’t keep my tears in they flow out like a river
“Justin I’m not going to lie to you, I do I miss you, I miss you so much, my panic attacks started again and you’re the only one that helps me control them and I love you too I love you so much but right now I can’t get together with you we both need healing to do I forgive you I do but I just can’t be with you right now I need time” I say between sobs
“ can we at least be friends I need you in my life, I promise I’ll give you time , I’ll make you fall in love with me again slowly we can try please promise we’ll try” He says standing up. I hug him tightly
“ Yes we can be friends and later on when we are fixed we can try,” I say smiling a little
“I have your forgiveness now I only need to win your heart back,” He says smiling
Sabo knows he shouldn’t. He really does. He knows it’s a bad idea and
entirely unnecessary and probably stupid, but he brushes past the
Marines in the doorway just enough to bump into them anyway.
pardon,” he says, tilting his hat down both as an apology and a
distraction, then slips out the door. It shuts behind him and he
chuckles, opening the wallet he’d palmed. Huh, rather a lot for a Petty
Officer on shore leave, actually-
“Oi, you there.”
He looks up, already disappearing the money into an inside pocket and the wallet into a sleeve. “Hmm?”
that, right there, is the reason this was a really bad idea. There’s
another Marine coming towards him, and this one’s wearing lieutenant’s
stripes. “Give that back,” he says, and Sabo takes one moment to blink
and decide how he’s going to play this. Well, he is supposed to be
laying low, and they are in public, so…
“What?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows and spreading his empty hands.
“The wallet,” the lieutenant says, stopping right in front of him.
Sabo tries to sidestep because he doesn’t really want his back to the door. “What, my wallet?”
(I just thought that I’d include the fact that the word count of this part is literally 666, written on Friday the 13th of October. Talk about freaky…)
The Author tosses Anti into the cell prepared for him by the
Googles. “It’s nice to see that they had your room ready for you, isn’t it? Wasn’t
this damaged in a previous incident?” Author smiles and nods. “How nice that
they took the time to put it back together for you.”
“Shut up,” Anti hisses, huddling into the corner and glaring
through the glass at the Author.
“One day you’ll realize that you would’ve always ended up
here again. I just sped things along,” Author says, leaning an arm against the
glass and peering down at Anti. “Don’t forget what you are, glitch.” He pushes
off the cell and turns away. “Get some rest. I’m sure the others will be by
The Author leaves Anti alone with his thoughts, and when
someone enters the cell what seems like hours later, Anti doesn’t even look up.
“Why did you do it?” Oliver’s voice trembles as he hugs
himself tightly. “Tell me you were scared or angry or something,” he whispers furiously. “Tell me that you just lost
control.” When Anti doesn’t answer or even look up, Oliver reaches down and
pulls Anti to his feet, shoving him against the wall. “Tell me that you won’t do
it again, or tell me whatever! I’ll fight the others if I have to, and I swear,
everything will be alright. Just talk to me!”
Anti lifts his head up and glares at Oliver. His eyes flash to black. “Fine, I’ll
tell you something.” He shoves Oliver back a little. “I’m sick of you.” Another shove. “I’m sick of pretending that I like
you, and I’m sick of pretending that you aren’t a useless waste of space!” Anti
pushes Oliver onto the ground, looming over him and glitching slightly as his
abilities come back to him.
Oliver crawls backwards a little as Anti steps closer. “Anti,
you’re my friend…”
Anti’s lips curl into a twisted smile. “What? You believe that
load of crap? Did you really think that you’d managed to change me? I’m a g̩͙̻̺̕l̴̞̳̯i̡t̫ͅc̹͡h͈͚̮͖͍̕,
you worthless piece of equipment.” Anti laughs, his voice popping with static
as he draws a knife.
Oliver is stunned. Until his brothers storm in. “I told you
that you weren’t allowed in here!” Blue roars as the other two drag Ollie
towards the door. Dark squeezes in before they manage to get Oliver out, and
when the yellow droid sees Dark, he comes back to himself.
“No! Don’t hurt him! He didn’t mean it!” Oliver pulls his arm
out of Green’s grasp and latches onto the doorway. “Anti, please, just tell me
the truth. Why did you do it?”
Anti giggles and twirls his knife through his fingers. “I
did it because it was f̲͡u̳̭̦̙ṇ̨.”
Oliver’s eyes darken, and his grasp on the door slips. Red
drags him out. Green shuts the door behind them, and Google and Dark step
closer to Anti, backing him into one corner of the cell. Dark loosens his tie
and casts it aside. “Let’s talk about the fact that you just tortured the man
who saved my life, shall we?”
Google’s eyes flash blue. “And let’s not forget that you
betrayed my little brother’s trust.” Google shrugs. “Really not your greatest
Anti’s grip on his knife tightens. He can glitch inside the
cell, but he can’t escape. And against the two of them… He doesn’t stand a
chance. But if he doesn’t fight back, they’ll be suspicious.
Then Anti feels the Author’s pull, all the little strings
attached, but he pulls back. If he has to fight, he can bloody well do it
“Host, this is ridiculous. You need to rest!” Dr. Iplier
chases after him as the Host runs for the elevator, pulling his shirt on over
“No, I don’t trust this. I don’t trust him, and I’ve got to
figure this out before something terrible happens because if it does,” Host
presses the button for the Google’s floor. That’s where they’ll have Anti. “It’ll
be all my fault.”