what would my motivation even be

‘I Love You’: a man’s perspective

I haven’t made the rounds yet this morning, but already last night I’ve seen multiple posts that seem to want to either downgrade or erase the meaning behind Sherlock’s words to Molly Hooper. I find it insanely amusing, because had those words been to John Watson, people would be wetting themselves, but because it was for Molly, people are climbing all over themselves to again deny this character her actual fair due.

My husband, who watches Sherlock with me, had some very interesting perspectives on The Final Problem. He tends to read the show textually, without shipping or all the other nonsense we as fandom people get into.  I tend to trust what he says only because he has no ulterior motives, like zero. Even my own ship doesn’t really mean a damn thing to him. He knows I love it, but he’s not swayed by my reading or my desires at all.  

His reading of The Final Problem was that this was Eurus effectively unlocking the original Sherlock Holmes.  This was Sherlock’s sister, bringing him home, just as he was bringing her home.  To do that, she had to undo what she did when she took Victor Trevor away from him at that young age.  She took a little boy who was filled with bright, wonderful, hot emotion, and she made him lock that away.  She made him like her, and to my husband, it seemed like that was never what Eurus wanted.  

The scenes inside Sherrinford were about systematically making Sherlock face each single, major emotion that he’s refused to feel all these years: anger, fear, sadness, and above all…love.  And no, I don’t mean love for your best friend, that’s already been addressed, and that was already the easiest thing for Sherlock to unlock in himself. He basically did that in S1.  Sherlock loves John, his best friend, just like he loved Victor.  The parallels are spelled out for you in the clearest of ways.  

Sherlock’s locking away of his ‘sexuality’ was already broken open in S2 with Belgravia.  Irene Adler represented a part of Sherlock that really, really wanted out.  It was confusing as hell for him, as we saw, but he still managed to deal with it.  Sex is sex is sex.  It’s meaningful, and at the same time, can also be meaningless.  I personally never saw Irene as meaningless, far from it.  But I do think her special place in Sherlock’s “unlocking” was more physical than emotional.  Hence, we were reminded of this by the moan of her text tone. I personally think Sherlock’s sexuality is firmly unlocked at this point, no need to revisit it again and again.  Something that remained hidden though, very deep down, was Sherlock’s ability, willingness and understanding of a deeper love, and what that means.  This is where Eurus comes in.

The scene with the coffin was very carefully done, both by the writers and on the part of Eurus’ planning.  In fact, if you listen carefully to Eurus’ words, she states exactly why she did it: you lost, look what you did to her, look what you did to yourself, all those complicated, complex emotions, emotional context.  All of those things are things people feel when they love someone (romantic love, since I’m sure I need to spell it out for some viewers).  You feel elated, but you also feel scared.  You may also hate yourself because you probably feel the person you love deserves BETTER than you.  Should you act on it or let them go find someone better.  Do you have the strength to give up parts of yourself for them?  Do they have the strength to give up parts of themselves for you?  It’s scary as hell, y’all!!

 My hub says, to him, the first time Sherlock says ‘I love you’ to Molly Hooper, he didn’t mean it…or at least Sherlock thinks he didn’t mean it. Then, the second time, he did mean it, and he knows it.  That is why he smashed the coffin…that was perhaps the biggest emotion he’d locked away, and he was consumed and confused by it.  For a man who has spent decades pushing love away, it came roaring in within 3 minutes, and he couldn’t push it away. Eurus wouldn’t let him push it away, and more importantly, Molly Hooper wouldn’t let him push it away. That’s why she turned the tables on him and made him say it first.  She inadvertently helped Eurus, which I’m sure was her plan all along (if you believe she’s as much of a supernatural badass as she’s shown to be).

My husband’s purely textual reading of Sherlock’s smashing the coffin with ‘I love you’ on it is that he DID mean it, but he wasn’t sure what that meant to him, and it scares him, greatly.  He said that looked like a man who was pissed that he LOVES.  He spent his entire life working at not loving, and here he is, loving this woman, but now he isn’t sure what to do about it, because he’s not even sure what that really means.  He doesn’t understand it…yet.  Love like that is incredibly strong, true love I mean, not “Hey let’s bone” love.  He said that wasn’t the actions of a man who doesn’t really care.  He said, as a man, if I had to get a woman to say that and I didn’t really love her, I wouldn’t care as much.  I surely wouldn’t care enough to smash an entire coffin to bits with my bear hands.

Lastly, my husband said something I thought was incredibly interesting about how he reads Sherlock.  He said he thinks the reason Sherlock hasn’t really pursued any other relationships with women, not seriously that is, is that on some level he really knew he loved Molly, but that he felt HE wasn’t good enough for HER.  He thinks Sherlock, for all of his arrogance, actually doesn’t think he’s a good man.  He knows Molly Hooper deserves a good man, someone to love her exactly how he thinks she should be loved, and he’s terrified he ISNT that man, or he CANT be that man.  His rage at smashing that coffin was basically anger at himself, anger at himself for loving this woman who really deserves more.

So, from a man who views this show with as much pure text as possible, he thinks that “I Love You” was real, but he thinks Sherlock simply doesn’t know what to do with it, doesn’t know what it means.  He said love is the scariest thing, especially to someone who’s lived closed off.  He’s had an upbringing that, without going into details, was a bit devoid of emotional support from people he needed it from. That means that learning how to show love was incredibly, incredibly difficult for him.  Trust me, I’ve been here for the entire thing.  It took years for him to learn how to show it.  It took me years too…in fact I still have massive trouble with it. People who’ve lived not understanding how to love since young childhood…it takes us a very long time to learn how to do it.  

My husband and I are not the kind of people who go on romantic ballroom dancing dates and snuggle on the Tunnel of Love ride.  We’re just not those kind of people…but we do love each other very much.  We have our way of showing it that works for us. There’s no one else I’d rather trust my mind, body and soul to.  That was first built on friendship, then trust, then love.  For us, I think that’s kind of where Sherlock is starting to head.  We may not ever see that adventure, as that’s not what Sherlock’s story was about.  But, finding how to love, that was his story, and Molly Hooper is an irreplaceable part of that.  No one can deny that, not ever.

Enjolras/Grantaire modern AU fic but written as Victor Hugo would have done

Chapter III: In which Enjolras and Grantaire encounter the crowd at the Louvre

Enjolras, striding imposingly up stairs with Grantaire at his heels, exited the Tuileries métro onto the rue de Rivoli. They followed the road east, alongside the Jardin des Tuileries, past the statue of Jeanne d’arc, then crossed through the Jardin…[etc]…and finally arrived in front of the Pyramide du Louvre.

‘It is no less busy than usual,’ remarked Enjolras, his youthful beauty striking even in the crowd of hundreds. 

‘That is what I said; even on a Tuesday morning on such an ugly day the tourists will flock to this grand triangle for the purpose of a single photograph. To have such motivation! Had I but an ounce of it for such a thing, my own portrait would be smiling on the wall alongside Mona Lisa herself,’ replied Grantaire. ‘But no matter, we are here for the heart, not the skin. And which is more important? Let us enter. If it is alright with you.’

Enjolras gently clasped his hand with a smile. ‘It is.’

Chapter IV: The Louvre

A few words on the Louvre. 

[9000 words redacted] 

(this is my first masterpost sorry if it’s bad) A bullet journal has a lot of uses. A planner, homework reminders, to-do lists- but understandably, some pages could use a little of inspiration. And what better inspiration than from artists? Even without a bullet journal, quotes can be a great thing to decorate journals, your room, etcetera. So, I’ve compiled a list of quotes (some aren’t very motivational) by some of your favorite artists!


“I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.”

“What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?”

“Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.”

“I wish they would only take me as I am.”

“In spite of everything I shall rise again; I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.”

“I see drawings and pictures in the poorest of huts and the dirtiest of corners.”

“One must work and dare if one really wants to live.”

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.“

“I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”

“Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.“

“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.”

“I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.”


“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.“

“Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.”

“Everything you can imagine is real.“

“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”

“Action is the foundational key to all success.“

"It takes a long time to become young.”

“Youth has no age.”

“Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.”

“Sculpture is the art of the intelligence.”

“Are we to paint what’s on the face, what’s inside the face, or what’s behind it?”

“Give me a museum and I’ll fill it.”

“To copy others is necessary, but to copy oneself is pathetic.”


“Have no fear of perfection - you’ll never reach it.“

"Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.”

“Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing.”

“Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.”

“There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.”

“What is important is to spread confusion, not eliminate it.”

“I am not strange. I am just not normal.”

“It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself.”

“Everything alters me, but nothing changes me.”

“So little of what could happen does happen.”

“Give me two hours a day of activity, and I’ll take the other twenty-two in dreams.”

“The secret of my influence has always been that it remained secret.”


“The painting has a life of its own. I try to let it come through.”

“Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is.”

“My painting does not come from the easel.”

“When I am in my painting, I’m not aware of what I’m doing.”

“Love is friendship set to music.”

“The painter locks himself out of his own studio. And then has to break in like a thief.”

“The modern artist is working with space and time, and expressing his feelings rather than illustrating.”

“Energy and motion made visible- memories arrested in space.”

“Abstract painting is abstract. It confronts you. There was a reviewer a while back who wrote my pictures didn’t have any beginning or any end. He didn’t mean it as a compliment, but it was.”

“I’m very representational some of the time, and a little all of the time. But when you’re painting out of your unconscious, figures are bound to emerge.”

“Abstract art should be enjoyed just as music is enjoyed- ater awhile you may like it or you may not.”

“Each age finds its own technique… I mean, the strangeness will wear off and I think we will discover the deeper meanings in modern art.“


“I must have flowers always and always.”

“Color is my daylong obsession, joy and torment.“

“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.”

“My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece.“

“I would like to paint the way a bird sings.”

“The more I live, the more I regret how little I know.“

“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.”

“I can only draw what I see.“

“What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.”

“The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.“

“I don’t think I’m made for any earthly kind of pleasure.”

“The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.“


“Nobody sees a flower- really- it is so small it takes time- we haven’t time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.”

“If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for a moment.”

“I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.”

“To create one’s world in any of the arts takes courage.”

“I decided to accept as true my own thinking.”

“You are one of my nicest thoughts.”

“It’s not enough to be nice in life. You’ve got to have nerve.”

“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way… things I had no words for.”

“I think it’s so foolish for people to want to be happy. Happy is so momentary–you’re happy for an instant and then you start thinking again. Interest is the most important thing in life; happiness is temporary, but interest is continuous.”

“Where I was born and where and how I have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest.”

“I can’t live where I want to, I can’t go where I want to go, I can’t do what I want to, I can’t even say what I want to. I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to.”

“I’m frightened all the time. But I never let it stop me. Never!”


“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.”

“As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.”

“Art is never finished, only abandoned.”

“Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?”

“Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.”

“Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence.”

“The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding.”

“Learning never exhausts the mind.”

“While I thought I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.”

“Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.”

“I love those who can smile in trouble…”

“It is easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.”


“I don’t paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.”

“I paint flowers so they will not die.”

“I paint myself because I am so often alone and because the subject I know best.”

“I think that little by little I’ll be able to solve my problems and survive.”

“Nothing is absolute.”

“Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.”

“My painting carries with it the message of pain.”

“There is nothing more precious than laughter.”

“Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?”

“I paint flowers so they will not die.”

“The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.”

“I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to know better.”


“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”

“I don’t paint things. I only paint the difference between things.”

“Don’t wait for inspiration. It comes while one is working.”

“Creativity takes courage.”

“An artist must not feel under any constraint.”

“We ought to view ourselves with the same curiosity and openness with which we study a tree, the sky or a thought, because we too are linked to the entire universe.”

“A certain blue enters your soul. A certain red has an effect on your blood-pressure.”

“Art should be something like a good armchair in which to rest from physical fatigue.”

“To look at something as though we had never seen it before requires great courage.”

“Impressionism is the newspaper of the soul.”

“In love, the one who runs away is the winner.”

“Cutting into color reminds me of the sculptor’s direct carving.”


“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”

“If people knew how hard I had to work to gain my mastery, it would not seem so wonderful at all.”

“Lord, grant that I may always desire more than I can accomplish.”

“The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.”

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”

“Genius is eternal patience.”

“The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.”

“A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.”

“Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.”

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”

“There is no greater harm than that of time wasted.”

“I am still learning.”


07 . 08 . 2016 // (now it’s already 17:40) I guess this is it for today! I’m not gonna lie, I’m incredibly tired and my back hurts like hell, but at least I finished studying history. (Priorities, yay)

Anyways, I would like to thank you guys SOOO much for 30k followers!!! This is completely mind-blowing, I don’t even have the words to say how happy I am right now. It amazes me every day that so many people actually care for what I’m doing!

Once again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you! 💕

(Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to hunt some Pokemon)

about yuri’s “let’s end this”:


Yes, the statement was vague, but surely the fandom has enough faith in the creators that they won’t tear down a relationship that they’ve been building up for the past eleven episodes. 

  • First of all, look at Yuri’s face before he has his conversation with Victor

hE IS SMILING. Does this look like the face of someone looking to break up a relationship? No, generally you would be looking nervous, guilty and perhaps even scared. Here, Yuri looks slightly apprehensive, but he still has a trace of a shy smile on his face.

  • Secondly, looK AT WHAT YURI SAYS AFTER THIS!11!!! 

“I’ll be sure to skate my and Victor’s love, laid bare to the world!”. GUYS. HE WILL STAY WITH VICTOR. And what he says here proves it. After all, he has no motive or reason to break up with victor - his idol who he has longed to be with since he was a child. What would he gain from it? Here he plainly states that he will show his and victor’s love through his skating. He still wants to show the world how much he loves skating and his coach. 

Yuri’s “let’s end this” was probably about either his skating career or Victor being his coach. Remember, Yuri wanted to face Victor in a major competition himself, so perhaps he is urging Victor to skate again - with him by his side. Even if Victor is no longer his coach, they can still be together. The same if Yuri decides to end his skating career. Yuri suddenly deciding to break up with Victor before his Free-Skate is illogical, as it almost guarantees Yuri’s failure due to his emotions/anxiety from such an event. I’m pretty sure Yuri is smart enough to realise that from his past experiences prior to competitions, and so only wanted to discuss the future of his career/coaching with Victor - with no feelings involved.

*** again this is just my predictions and theories so some of this may not be correct. Just don’t freak out before you know the whole story, right guys? ;))

I actually feel kinda presentable today! (for once…)

How are you guys? <3 I’m seriously struggling to find motivation for school right now… I recently turned in my college applications so my current grades don’t really matter anymore (as long as I don’t completely fail HAHA)… After working my ass off for four years to get really high grades and test scores, I think I’m just feeling… done with high school now that college apps are over? I mean, I love learning a lot, but every day I feel like I’m stuck in this fish bowl? I am so looking forward to college… Hopefully my motivation for school will come back after this semester ends and second semester begins and my schedule changes! Which is in… two and a half weeks… what am I going to do in the meantime LAUGHS

I think one of the things I struggle most with as an artist is comparing myself to others. It’s something every artist does, no matter what your experience level is. 

Something I’ve been doing lately to counter it is to remind myself that other artists are allowed to be good.

I don’t have to be the best.

Once I realized this, I became way less stressed about trying to consistently post art that’s “good enough”. Rather than looking at someone’s art and thinking “wow, they’re so young! they’re going to surpass me and be way more accomplished,” I instead try to think, “they’re young, but they probably worked very hard to get where they are. Let me look at my own art and see what I have accomplished, and see what I can work towards to be even better.”

If no one but you was good, then what would you have to inspire you? How would you have motivation to challenge yourself? I’m learning to love seeing other artists’ work and trying to figure out what about it I like and how I could try to implement that into my own art.

summary: You don’t have to be the “best”. Let others inspire you but ultimately just do what you like.

Seventeen as things I've heard on the bus
  • S.coups: My kids call it 'yelling' when I raise my voice. But I call it 'motivational speaking' for the selective hearing.
  • Jeonghan: Today I sent out a text saying "Hey, I lost my phone, would you call it?" 12 people called me...
  • Joshua: Always beleive in God. Because there are some questions even Google can't answer.
  • Jun: When I'm bored, I send a text to a random number saying "I hid the body... now what?"
  • Hoshi: Sometimes even the devil on my shoulder asks "What the hell are you doing now?"
  • Wonwoo: I have never seen a tombstone that said "Died because I didn't forward a message to 50 people."
  • Woozi: I'm not short. I'm just more down to earth than most people.
  • DK: I changed my car horn to sound like gunshots. People get out of the way much faster now.
  • Mingyu: 3 out of 4 voices in my head want to sleep. The other one wants to if penguins have knees.
  • The8: If someone calls you 'ugly', have a good comeback and say "Excuse me, I'm not a mirror."
  • Seungkwan: All my life I thought air was free. Until I bought a bag of chips.
  • Vernon: If robbers ever broke into my house and searched for money, I'd just laugh and search with them.
  • Dino: There is no angry way to say bubbles.
Dress Pt. 2 (Laf x Reader)

Word Count:2,477 (wow I got carried away)

Warnings: Swear words, Angst, Slight NSFW

Authors Note: I’m so happy people have been responding to my writing! Thank you for motivating me to keep writing anons! Send in requests, and thank you for giving me feed back!

Part 1

It had been a few days since your date with Thomas, and his charming demeanor had gotten the best of you. You spent most of Saturday morning daydreaming what your next date would be like, your first kiss, and maybe even the future. The boys entered your dorm and saw you lying in bed still in your PJs at 3 pm. “What’s gotten into her?” Herc asked eyeing Lafayette cautiously. “Guys I’ve got it bad.” you replied. “Mon ami, are you sick?” Laf asked. “LOVE SICK” you replied back smiling at the ceiling. Although you couldn’t see, Laf’s face had contorted into frown as his eyebrows furrowed together. Alex gave Laf a sympathetic look and pat his back. “Want to hear about it?” you enthusiastically asked the group of boys. John’s curiosity got the best of him as he excitedly nodded his head like an eager puppy. As you began telling the story, you realized that Laf started to daze off, looking at your collection of postcards pasted on your wall, then your ceiling light. “Laf, are you listening?” He turned his face back to you and forced a smile onto his face. “Actually, I think I’d rather get going than listen to you talk about your date.” He said quite bitterly with the same fake smile plastered on his face. The boys turned to each other with wide eyes. You were quite surprised yourself. You had never seen Laf so bitter, he had always been so supportive. “Umm, ok Laf. I’ll see you around?” you questioned. “Yeah” he replied unable to meet your eyes. You turned back to the remaining three boys. “What’s gotten into him?”

Laf made his way into the commons slowly dragging his feet. He had never seen you so happy since college started. He didn’t want to take that away from you, but at the same time he couldn’t stand to see you fall for Thomas. Just as he got to the corner he heard Thomas and James talking. He stopped to listen. “Dude give me the money” Thomas’s voice, Laf recognized. Then James spoke “ugh, fine. I can’t believe you actually like Y/N. You could do so much better.” Lafayette clenched his fists. “Yeah, but I mean she’s so hot. I never noticed her in those huge sweatshirts and leggings.” Thomas stated. “Just think, if I had never bet on  you to ask out Y/N you never would’ve gotten her.” James replied with a smirk audible in the way he spoke. At that Laf had heard enough to put the puzzle pieces together. He stepped out from the corner and straight for Thomas’s collar. He fisted the purple material of Thomas’s button down and pushed him against the wall. “So you’re telling me you asked out Y/N because James bet you?” Laf spat inches away from Thomas’s face. A smirk appeared on Thomas’s face. “Well, well, well. Seems like someone has been eavesdropping.” Thomas said calmly with a taunting smirk. “You don’t deserve Y/N. Do you know how much she cares about you? You only want her for her looks. I bet you don’t even care about her personality.” Laf began. “You are right my friend” Thomas cut in. “She’s just my arm candy. But don’t worry Lafayette. I’ll be done with her soon so you can get some.” “Oh God, how is Y/N going to react when I tell her” Lafayette shot back at Thomas. “She’s not going to find out” Thomas said simply. “Quelle? You think that I’ll keep this from my best friend?” Laf asked surprised, raising his eyebrows. “What’s in it for you if you tell her Lafayette. She’s gonna go out get drunk and find someone new as a rebound. She’s not going to come running into your arms. Because guess what. You are not her prince charming Lafayette. Do you know why? It’s because most of the time princes have the balls to tell the princess that they like her. But here you are. Stuck in the friend zone. Don’t blame it on me that I got the girl Lafayette, you did it to yourself. Besides, I doubt Y/N sees anything more in you than the best friend that you are.” Thomas replied harshly. The look of shock Laf had on his face said it all as Thomas wiggled his way out of Laf’s grip. He pat Laf on the chest and walked out with James trailing behind him.

Lafayette let the jagged words sink in. Maybe Thomas was right, what would you do with that information. It would probably do more harm than good. He shook his head as he headed out for some fresh air.


One month later…

You had managed to drag the boys out to go dress shopping with you. Thomas had asked you to another fancy restaurant for your one month anniversary, and you decided to treat yourself. You headed for the dressing room with a pile of dresses. You stepped out after each one until you got to a navy blue number. It was off the shoulder with the bodice tight and a flowy skirt attached. “Well, what do you think?” All the boys nodded, looking at you up and down. All the boys except Laf. “Non. I don’t like it. It isn’t the message you want to be sending.” Laf stated looking back at his phone. Ever since you had gotten deeper into the relationship with Thomas, Lafayette began to become distant. You frowned “What do you mean? I think I look hot!” you said slightly laughing. Lafayette just shook his head and said “Do whatever you want Y/N” his words pierced you like a knife. He rarely called you by your name. You were mostly ‘mon ami’ (my friend) but he hadn’t called you that for many weeks now. “Um ok, I’ll try another one” you said heading back into the dressing room. You stepped out a few moments later in a much less flattering pink fluffy dress. “Ahhh, oui oui” Lafayette said. “That is the one”  he said nudging Herc discreetly. “Yup, I think that’s the one Y/N” Herc chimed in. “You sure?” you asked the boys, it didn’t hug your figures like you wanted but it seemed to have the majority of votes. “Ok fine. I’ll take this one” you said while a smile spread across your face.


The days leading up to your month anniversary were rocky. You had managed to get Lafayette to talk more, walking with him in between classes. But one day it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You were walking with Laf when Thomas caught up to you two. “G’morning love” he said in a sing song voice kissing your forehead. Laf rolled his eyes turning around to go in the opposite direction. That was when you had had enough. “I’ll see you tonight Thomas, I gotta go talk to Laf.” you said turning around. You chased him until you were both outside. “Laf what the hell has gotten into you?” you finally asked. You had been meaning to ask him for the past month. “What do you mean?” he asked back with no emotion at all. “Laf I can tell when you’re not telling me something. What’s wrong?” “Um let’s see what happened. Oh yeah Thomas.” He said bitterly still walking towards the parking lot. You grabbed a hold of his hand and pulled on it so he would face you. “What do you mean Laf? He makes me happy.” you said confused. You looked into his eyes. Something you hadn’t done since the day of your first date with Thomas. You always seemed to forget how attractive Laf was, you stood staring at him blankly until he began to talk. “Sure he makes you happy, but have you ever thought that I could make you happier?” he chanced at that question. You flinched. You had managed to shove that thought so far back in your brain since your first date with Thomas but you panicked as it began to take over all of your thoughts. “Wha-” you were cut off by Laf swooping down and planting his lips on yours. They fit together like puzzle pieces and sparks flew around your body. But you didn’t kiss back, you abruptly pushed him off. “What the fuck Lafayette.” you stated coldly. Be began to try to explain himself but you couldn’t bear hearing what he had to say. You loved Thomas. And you were sure he loved you too.


“You what!” the boys exclaimed as they all looked at Lafayette with shocked yes. “Oui. and she turned me down. What do I do?” he said burying his face into his pillow. He still hadn’t told anybody about the bet, and he planned to keep it that way. He had destroyed your friendship, he didn’t know if he could bear destroying your heart too.


You got ready for your date with Thomas by yourself. You didn’t know what to think about the previous events in the parking lot, and decided to shove those feelings back like always. You looked in the mirror at your pink dress which the boys had decided on. A wide smile was on your face as you recognized the familiar black Audi pulling up to the front of your dorm building. Thomas had never been in a relationship longer than a week, so the fact that you held him down for a month was shocking to him and his friends. He began to believe that he was falling in love with you. He just hoped you would love him too. You skipped out to his car as he got out of the driver’s seat to open the car door for you. ‘What a gentleman’ you thought as you neared Thomas. As soon as you were close he leaned in for a kiss, and you happily obliged. When your lips met… nothing. There was nothing, and that was when you began to question yourself.

You had made it to the restaurant and sat down at a secluded table. Thomas chuckled before talking “I didn’t think you’d actually want to go out tonight after what Laf told you” confused, you asked “what did Laf tell me?”. Thomas became stiff and played with his collar. “He didn’t tell you about the bet?” he asked “No-” “Then we can move on from in Y/N, it’s really nothing”. Concerned you pushed the subject “No, I think I deserve the right to know Thomas. We’ve been together for a month, and I’m sure the bet can’t be that bad.” you said forcing a half smile on your face expecting that he had hooked up with someone or worse, gotten someone pregnant. Thomas sighed before starting: “You know when I asked you out, it was really sudden? Well I asked you out because James bet me that I couldn’t get you to go out with me…” He continued but you could no longer hear. You felt as if your throat was closing in on you. Sure he hadn’t cheated on you, but that would have been better in this situation as it would mean he had fallen out of love with you. But to know your relationship had been built off of fake feelings made your heart shatter. “Why would Laf tell me this?” You questioned Thomas tears brimming your eyes. “Because he found out about it a few days after our first date when James payed me…” “YOU ACCEPTED JAMES’S MONEY FOR GOING OUT ON A DATE WITH ME?” you lost it, you maybe could have forgiven him if he refused the money because he actually ended up liking you. But no, you were nothing but a game to him. “Wait Y/N I truly love you now. I… I’m sorr-” Thomas began but you didn’t want to hear it. “Save it Thomas.” you quickly got up and ran outside to hail a taxi. You had to have a talk with Lafayette

You stormed into Lafayette’s dorm room where he and the rest of the boys were. “Alex, John, Hercules. Get out, I need a talk with Gilbert.” you had never called him that before and by the looks of your makeup running down your face, and your crinkled dress, the three boys shuffled out quickly. “Mon am-” “No you don’t get to call me that. Why didn’t you tell me that Thomas and James bet on me?” you got straight to the point. “I couldn’t bear seeing you heartbroken Y/N, I-” Lafayette tried to justify his actions  “Couldn’t see me heartbroken? Lafayette you kissed me on my month anniversary with Thomas. Do you know how confusing that was for me?” “I’m sorry mon ami. I just coul-”. This time it was your turn to cut him off. Aggressively you pushed yourself onto him, latching your lips onto his. How you missed that feeling. Laf eagerly melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist as your arms found his neck. The kiss heated quickly with all the sexual tension that had been surrounding you two for the past month. Your mouth hungrily found his neck sucking hard enough to know there would be a mark tomorrow. “Y/N, are- are you suure-” Lafayette said moaning as you found his sweet spot. “I’ve never been so sure in my life Laf…” you said as you began to lie down on the bed and his hands found the zipper to your dress.


You woke up the next morning slightly confused as to where you were. When you realized what had happened the previous night you blushed looking around the room for any sign of Laf. All you could find was a black box with a silver bow on it. You got out of bed, putting on one of Laf’s shirts you had found on the floor as you made your way to the black box. You opened it to find a note and some fabric wrapped in delicate white tissue paper. You took the fabric out of the paper to find the navy dress you had tried on for your month anniversary. You opened the note:

Mon Amour, (my love)

I do not think you know how good it feels to finally be able to call you that. Remember when you tried this on for Thomas and I said it did not send the right message? I said that because he does not deserve to see you look that beautiful. You have made my life 100 times brighter with just your presence and smile Y/N. I would be beyond the moon if I would be able to see you wear this dress for me, and only me. We have dinner reservations tonight at 7. Please make me the happiest man.


Votre Lafayette (your Lafayette)

They Called Me Iron Fist

For obvious reasons Danny Rand has been on my mind. There are a lot of ways to approach that character, and frankly I’m not in a position to say which, if any, is right for the current moment. This is what would work for me, though:

Danny Rand is the worst student K'un Lun has ever seen, and he knows it.

Not through any particular failing of character, mind. But in a hidden temple populated by elite aspirants from the world’s greatest schools and orphans raised in the tradition from birth, even the most motivated nine-year-old foreigner is going to have a lot of ground to make up. Picture young Danny stumbling through half-understood drills, towering over the toddlers in the beginner’s class (who then enthusiastically toss him around because he makes for such a handy practice dummy). Eventually, regretfully, knowing that it will stunt his development as a martial artist, his masters decide there’s only one path that will do him any good before his hated foe dies of old age: the staggeringly unsubtle Way of the Iron Fist.

So while his peers are learning the delicate art of flowing through combat with minimal effort and devastating effect, Danny punches rocks. It’s effective enough, in its own way, and certainly impressive to the average rube on the street, but Danny has been to the foot of the mountain and he knows how high it goes. And, though his vengeance compels him to return to the world beyond the art, and his good character and sense of justice compels him to stay out in the world where his skills, meager though they are, may be of use…

In his heart he will always be the worst student at K'un Lun, and he would like nothing more than to return and, at last, begin to learn the real martial art he glimpsed long ago.

On Racism and Bigotry: Put Up Or Shut Up

“In a democracy, the majority of the citizens is capable of exercising the most cruel oppressions upon the minority.”- Edmund Burke

There is much consternation going on right now with many Trump supporters because they are upset at being labeled, “racists” and “bigots.” I’ve read a few dozen, “I supported Trump and I am not a racist/bigot” posts from friends and family.  Every single one of them misses the larger, more important point about why so many people are upset and concerned right now.  Are all these people, even my friends and family, racists and bigots?  Maybe.  Perhaps, to some level.  I would hope not, but I don’t know what is in their heart-of-hearts.  I don’t know what their motivations or intentions were for supporting Trump.  All I have to go on is what they do say, what they don’t say, who they stand with, and who they don’t stand with.  In a lot of cases, their reassurances they aren’t a racist/bigot, are not all that reassuring.

Telling me you’ve done a lot of soul-searching and you’ve come to the conclusion you aren’t a racist/bigot, isn’t very reassuring.  If you ask the most ardent racist in a Klan meeting if they are racist, they’ll say, “No.”  They’ll say, “No,” and honestly believe it.  Being a racist is a bad thing.  It is something that just about every single person in society things is wrong.  Yet, it exists quite a bit at varying levels in society.  How is this possible?  People don’t believe they are racists/bigots, even when they are because people don’t view themselves as being bad people.  Pretty much everyone thinks and wants to believe they are good.  Since there are a lot of racist/bigoted behaviors going on, even more now that Trump’s been elected, there is a serious disconnect between what people believe about themselves and what is really the case.  This is why someone’s self-analysis about whether they are/aren’t a racist/bigot is not very reliable or reassuring.

Telling me that the real racists/bigots are not that prevalent in society because the number of Klan, white supremacist, white nationalist..groups are not that many, doesn’t address the issue of whether or not an individual is racist/bigoted.  You can really like Taylor Swift, know all her songs by heart, buy all her albums, go to her concerts…and not be a member of her fan club.  Being a member of the Klan makes someone a racist/bigot.  However, just because someone isn’t a member of the Klan doesn’t make them not a racist/bigot.  To put it in logic parlance: All Klan members are racist/bigots but not all racist/bigots are Klan members.  Granny might not be a member of the Klan or be a subscriber to Stormfront, but if she gets upset because “the blacks moved in down the street” or because “a couple of lesbians bought the house next door,” she is a racist/bigot.  Racism and bigotry aren’t about what group you belong to.  Racism and bigotry are about what you believe, what you say, what you do towards people who are not like you.  Trying to make racism and bigotry not that widespread because the number of groups that openly, actively profess it is not that many completely misrepresents the issue and problem.  If the only opposition to blacks was from white supremacist groups, there wouldn’t be voter suppression in predominantly black voting districts.  There wouldn’t have been redlining.  There wouldn’t have been Jim Crow.  These things existed/exist because of both broad acceptance and tacit approval from a lot of people who don’t belong to extremist groups. During Hitler’s reign of power in Germany, only 850,000 out of 66 million Germans were members of the Nazi Party.  A little more than 1% of Germans were Nazis, but when we talk about Germans during WWII, you don’t say, “They aren’t anti-Semitic.  Only a small portion of the country are Nazis.”  The reason we don’t say this is because the problem wasn’t so much the horrible beliefs of the 1%, it was the tacit approval, agreement, and support of a lot of the other 99%.  I have a problem with white supremacist groups, but I have a bigger problem with people who agree with a lot of what they believe.  Just because you don’t agree with the methods of the Klan and aren’t a member doesn’t mean you don’t agree with some of their beliefs. Beliefs that are rooted in racism and bigotry.

Okay, let’s say, for argument sake, you aren’t a member of a white supremacist group and tell me you don’t subscribe to any of their beliefs.  Great.  So far so good.  Now, what if you both support and vote for the same candidate?  What am I suppose to think now?  Does supporting the same person as the Klan (or any other white supremacist group) mean you believe what they do?  Perhaps.  At worst it means you and the Klan are simpatico.  At best it means some of your beliefs, your motivations, your attitudes and the Klan’s overlap.  If this doesn’t give you pause and lead to some serious soul-searching, it should.  From an outside perspective, if you support the same person the Klan does, I know your views overlap.  I just don’t know how much.  Telling me you aren’t a racist/bigot when you and the Klan’s views overlap is not very reassuring.  Am I supposed to believe the Klan’s “economic anxieties” are rooted in rational arguments and data and your overlap with them on this issue is somehow separate from their racist views?  I can’t because it isn’t. Their “economic fears” are rooted in, steeped in racist attitudes and beliefs.  Their economic plight isn’t because they are mostly undereducated white men but because blacks/immigrants have taken their jobs and because the government is spending their hard-earned, white tax dollars on minorities.  Supporting the same person as the Klan might not mean you support the Klan but it sure as hell means you aren’t standing up against them.  At the very least you are giving them your tacit approval.  

Don’t try and “both sides” this with me either.  There are no examples you can give where hate-filled, fear-mongering, racist, bigoted groups on the left exist to any level as those on the right nor have progressives stood in support of candidates they do.  

“I voted for Donald Trump because of his economic policies, not because of his views towards Mexicans, women, Muslims, immigrants…”  This would be a good argument if his views towards these groups were not inherently linked to his economic policies.  You can’t campaign on a nationalist, xenophobic, anti-immigrant platform blaming others for the economic plight of white working class America and neatly and cleanly separate the economic parts from the racist/bigot parts.  It cannot be done.  When you buy the one, you buy the other and no amount of telling me, “But I don’t agree with his views towards the groups he’s denigrated,” somehow magically makes the inherent link disappear.  All this tells me is you either don’t see the link or you are willing to overlook it.  I’m not a big fan of ignorance, especially with regards to racism/bigotry and I’m even less of a fan of people who can look it right in the face and say, “Meh.”  If you want to have a discussion about a specific policy, I will gladly have that discussion.  It the policy is tied to racism and bigotry, you cannot pretend it doesn’t exist or talk about the policy sans the racism and bigotry because then you are not dealing with reality.

What I’ve seen recently from my Trump supporting friends and family is more an effort trying to convince others they are not racists/bigots and very little time recognizing why some people might think they are and even less time worrying about and standing up against the words and actions of Trump, his surrogates, and other supporters.  Whether or not you personally are a racist/bigot on some level isn’t really worth my time to suss out.  Again, I can’t get into your mind and see what lies in its darker corners.  What I can do.  What I will do is look to see who stand up against racism and bigotry, who sits idly by, and who gives cover for it.  Actions are the only things by which I can judge whether or not you are a racist/bigot.  This doesn’t just go for Trump supporters, this goes to a lot of people I know on the left who opted out of the election for one ridiculous reason or another.  I don’t care who you are, I don’t care what your political affiliation, I don’t care what your religious affiliation if you don’t stand up against racism/bigotry, you are on the side of the racists/bigots.  I know this might sound harsh and too cut-and-dried a position to take but it has to be done.  The single greatest failure in American history was giving wiggle room and moral cover for the Confederacy after the Civil War.  Instead of eradicating the beliefs and attitudes behind slavery and sedition, America allowed the South to retain their culture and honor.  We allowed them to push the idea the War was about “states rights” not about racism.  We allowed them to cloak their racist/seditious views behind “cultural heritage.”  We allowed them to still display the flag that represented their racism and treason.  We let them pretend that Confederate soldiers were good, honorable, Christians.  The result of not having a cut-and-dried approach to these treasonous racists was seventy years of Jim Crow.  Because white Northern America didn’t want to hurt the feelings of white Southern America, millions of blacks suffered and died.  From an ethical point-of-view, I cannot think of a single action outside the Civil War itself that led to more pain and suffering caused by immoral beliefs than the failure of Reconstruction.  This is why there is no leeway when it comes to racism and bigotry.  This is why I hold people accountable not just for their actions but their inactions.  When you don’t stand up against racism/bigotry, you are lending support.

How does all this apply to the election of Donald Trump?  On the right, a lot of people willingly voted for or willfully ignored the racism and bigotry not only from his campaign speeches and policies but personal choices of who he would align himself with.  If Trump’s campaign speeches and policies were not enough of a red flag, his actions spoke louder than his words.  When it comes to anti-LGBT bigotry, it is hard to find a politician more so than Trump’s selection to be his VP, Mike Pence.  When it came time to get a new campaign manager, he could have selected any of a dozen, highly qualified, highly regarded individuals.  Instead, he chose the CEO of the most popular, anti-Semitic, conspiracy websites, Steve Bannon from Breitbart.  Once elected, Trump could have easily distanced himself from Bannon and his white nationalism.  Instead, he tapped him to be Chief Strategy Officer in his administration.  These are just some of the people who Trump has surrounded himself with.  You can talk about this specific policy or that specific policy all you want, but the people close to Trump are deeply bigoted and racist.  Then there’s the support of groups like Stormfront, the KKK, Alex Jones, and every single major white supremacist, white nationalist group out there.  They aren’t supporting him because of his tax plan. They are supporting him because of his racist/bigoted talk and promises.  No amount of linguistic or mental gymnastics can make it so you can disassociate Trump and all these.  

The real problem which is being intentionally ignored by some and denied by others is how all the racism, bigotry, and hate, all the blatantly white supremacists and anti-gay bigots around Trump have been and are being normalized.  Steve Bannon isn’t described as a white supremacist, he’s a “provocateur.”  Mike Pence isn’t described as an anti-gay bigot, he’s a “concerned Christian.”  This should be very concerning to everyone who claims to not be a racist or bigot. When you normalize these kinds of behaviors among those in power, this is how a little over 98.8% of Germans allow Nazism.  Racism and bigotry are problems.  Racism and bigotry in power are dangerous. I’m not equating Donald Trump and his supporters with Nazis so don’t Goodwin’s Law me.  I’m saying when racism and bigotry are normalized and have control of the political and legal systems, very bad things happen to very good people.  I’ve already seen many Republicans, the media, and even a lot of Democrats start the normalization process of racism and bigotry.  This scares the hell out of me and makes me very concerned for the groups who have been marginalized and demonized by Trump and his supporters.

A lot of my liberal friends tell me I need to not be so angry, so mean, so hateful.  I need to understand those I disagree with and “find some common ground” from which to work towards peace and understanding.  No, I don’t.  Sorry, I don’t Kumbaya when it comes to racism and bigotry.  No amount of online group therapy is going to get me to be okay with people not just willing to do physical, legal, and economic harm to others but do it will glee.  I cannot comprehend a situation where I’ll ever be okay with people mistreating others, period.  I will never be able to rationalize the powerful punching down on the powerless.  I’m not intellectually or morally constructed to do this.

I had a philosophy professor in grad school who had been hounded by Joseph McCarthy and the FBI because he was a vocal opponent to McCarthy’s witch hunts.  He was threatened by the FBI.  His wife was threatened.  His office was bugged and ransacked multiple times.  The FBI demanded the president of the university fire him (luckily, the president at the time had some cajones and said, “Absolutely not!”) I asked him one day why he did what he did and if he ever regrets it. He told me he never regretted a thing and the reason he felt compelled to speak out against McCarthy and his supporters was because of what he termed, “The Silence of the Professors.”  He told me in the 1930s, professors in Germany were held in very high esteem.  Their opinions had a very special place among the German people.  When Hitler started his rise to power, most of the professors in Germany were very worried about his rhetoric, his methods, and his policies but they didn’t speak out.  They kept silent.  After the War, a lot of these same professors publicly rued the fact they didn’t step up when they had the chance.  My professor told me he never forgot this and swore he would never be in the same position where he had to apologize for horrible things being done because, in part, he didn’t use his position and speak out against it.  It is a lesson I took to heart and told myself I would live up to to the best of my ability.  This is why I feel the need to speak out more now than ever before.  I’m watching racism and bigotry being normalized and put into power.  I’m watching a good chunk of the country really okay with this.  I’m watching another good chunk play along because they don’t want to come across as “mean” or “angry.”  The pox on both of them!.

If you are a Republican and you tell me you are not a racist or a bigot, then I’m going to expect you to stand up against members of your party and policies that are.  Being silent isn’t going to cut it.  So far, a lot of you have failed this basic test.  If you are a progressive, you have a lot to atone for.  When the groups you proudly say are members of your Big Tent, who are the ones who you claim to care about and defend needed you the most, you failed to stand up for them when they needed it the most.  We live in the most powerful, greatest economy in the world but when it comes to helping those who need it the most, protecting the defenseless, making sure everyone has equal opportunities, we as a country SUCK and suck royally.  This is both a moral and cultural failure.  We can either make it better or a whole lot worse.  Right now, the scales are heavily tipped to a whole lot worse.  It is going to take a concerted effort to move the scales back in favor of justice and equality.  I am going to do everything I can.  I will encourage and support anyone who wants to help.  I will not tolerate for a second anyone who chooses the other side or who remains silent.  If you tell me you aren’t a racist or a bigot, the time has come to put up or shut up.

“All tyranny needs to gain a foothold is for people of good conscience to remain silent.”-Edmund Burke

Friendly Dragons and Where to Find Them - Prologue

Prologue to a story I’m currently writing based on the pictures I drew of Underfell Papyrus interacting with a dragon, and the idea of how dragons would work in the universe. 

Not my best work, but I just had a lot of time off from writing because of killer Writer’s Block, although, now I’m back to writing I should soon get back to my normal standard. 

*cough* Thanks to @undertalebrokenhome and @gothic-skeleton for the motivation the other day, really helped me a lot *cough*

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“Do you ever think that your life might be easier if you weren’t in love with me?”

Edward Cullen appreciation post (Eclipse)


I’ve always wondered what “contrived drama” actually meant when applied to Arrow? It is a dramatic television show. Granted that some of the storylines have been tepid or poorly written, (the BMD, the ambiguous thread between O/F, BM and SW, to name a few) but if I wanted all the issues solved by the end of each episode, with hugs and kisses all around, I would watch a Sitcom.

It’s because of the drama, that I watch. Yeah, the actions scenes are fantastic, but if the drama wasn’t showing me what motivates the characters, i would not be as invested in them—whenever Oliver superheros’ his way into my heart, or when Felicity fights and wins her way through her issues. Or Diggle, Lance, the Recruits—even the bad guys.

 I want to see my characters fight and struggle and win and love. I want to be angry and in pain, I want to feel happiness and love through redemption and self-discovery and forgiveness. I want to trust. I want to see the journey unfold and make up my own mind as to whether anything is off-kilter or right on point.

I want the drama, contrived or otherwise. I want the happily-ever-after, especially when it’s earned.

@hope-for-olicity @louiseblue1 @tdgal1 @almondblossomme @dmichellewrites @swordandarrow @iheartarrow @ibelievenu @jamyjan

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Hey guys! So the first week of school I had a ridiculous amount of homework so I thought I would give some tips on what to do on those days when teachers decide to assign piles of homework!

Get started:

ObviouslyBut I’ve found a lot of my friends don’t even start their homework so no matter how tired you are just- start. My tip for that is to check on studyblr how to motivate yourself but don’t get too distracted- 5 minutes or less

    • My favorite is to take a 20 minute nap and a short shower or just shower.


  • Don’t just keep in mind that ‘this class is more important than this class’ get specific.
  • Make a list
    • I like to physically write down my priorities in order and the check the off (mostly on printables) but even if you don’t make sure you know exactly what your going to do
  • Organize core classes first. I know a lot of people like to start with their easiest classes first, even so start with your easiest core classes first. It doesn’t make sense to do your drama homework before your math.
  • Keep time in mind.If get your first period class tomorrow done because you probably won’t have time in the morning.

Don’t go all at once- even if it seems like you have to.

  • If you have a block schedule (classes every other day) then do what is due tomorrow.
  • Take breaks!!!! School is NOT MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU
  • Try the pomodoro technique!
  • break if you feel like your going to cry. 
    • Don’t just sit there stressed actually do something to call down. I know that if I just sit there I’ll have a bad taste and I;ll feel like I wasted tons of time.

If you regularly have a lot of homework set up a system.

I like to do one class a day (barring homework immediately due) even just studying if there isn’t assigned homework.Do homework during your easy classes

    • SO important! this will cut back what you have to do at home
    • even if all your friends are talking just do a few questions
    • Especially if you have a lot of homework online. Do what homework isn’t computer required
    • OR during club times

Remember to do what you can, text your friends, work all night but there will be a point where you tried your hardest. If you really don’t have time to finish off that last elective work sheet you’ll be okay.


A/N: I made it! Thank you for the support, it motivated me to keep going all those times I wanted to quit.

I decided to make this last one Tiva, like seriously Tiva, as in, if I hadn’t stopped writing when I did, global warming would’ve accelerated even faster, and I would’ve had to up the rating to Mature.

Day 30: Write about facilities shut down due to the snow.

Also on FanFiction and AO3. Previous days under the tag write about winter

Word count: 1112

“What are you doing here,” Tony asked, running a hand through sleep-tousled hair.

“I am picking you up, as agreed.” Ziva looked him up and down and checked her watch. Why wasn’t he dressed yet, when she was actually 15 minutes late?

“Didn’t you get the text last night? Navy Yard’s shut down; no electricity, no heating, and you know, the whole blizzard forecast.” He waved a hand in the general direction of a window.

“Oh, my phone died. And then the electricity went out, so I couldn’t charge it.”

“Yes,” Tony said, “because of the blizzard.”

He stared at her, any trace of sleep gone from his eyes. “Wait, you drove here?”

Ziva scoffed. “Of course I did. There was no traffic.”

“Because of the blizzard. No sane person would drive around in a blizzard,” Tony said and raised an eyebrow. “Oh right…”

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alright i’m off to bed but i thought i would leave you guys with a Very Short snippet of my sequel to talk to my red & my cherry! i’m still writing (@ motivation gods why have you forsaken me) but i hope sharing a little bit will make me productive!!! enjoy xx

Kaffebrenneriet was quieter than usual.

Generally, on a Friday afternoon, there was a steady stream of Nissen students in and out, making eager conversation about their evening plans. But today there was only the faint voices of the baristas behind the counter. A few university students sat cloistered away in corners, studying diligently. A straight couple occupied a small table near the back of the shop, their fingers were tangled together, arms threaded through abandoned coffee cups on the tabletop. It was too quiet and stuffy.

Isak had staked out his seat at the bar on the front bay window. He leaned dejectedly on one elbow, tracing the rim of his already empty coffee cup with his free hand. His phone was sitting face up on the counter in front of him. He poked the home button idly with his index finger. 15:11.

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Oboro/Flora C-S Supports

Holy shit. I am so late, it’s not even fashionable. Oboro would be livid.

Hey there! Guess who finished one support before the deadline? This girl! Okay, but in all seriousness, I’m so sorry for taking so long. I feel so bad, things just got so busy I never had enough time to work on the supports I claimed. My mental health has also just been one giant mess so I never had the motivation to work either… God what a mess lol. But at least I finished this one! And I might finish Mozu/Flora too, maybe? I only have two hours left, but fingers crossed…

Anyways the support! I didn’t really proofread this one with all the rush, so hopefully it ended up okay? It’s definitely not as polished as Camilla/Flora, but I do like how the A and S supports ended up, so hopefully you do too! This pairings really cute tbh, I mean two of my blue wives marrying each other? How could it NOT be cute?

Support under the cut like before, and here’s the google docs link!

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