which is still older than me

The Anti-Myth Masterpost

Out of sheer boredom and frustration, I’ve compiled a list of dumb things antis say and some facts to contradict them. Though I don’t think antis actually pay attention, they just vomit nonsense and never stick around for a rebuttal, here goes nothing anyway. Because I am tired of seeing good, pure people being harassed and sent death threats by these crazies. So here we go.

Anti-Myth: Otayuri is pedophilia.

Fact: Pedophilia is legally defined as attraction to or sex with a minor under the age of 13

Anti-Myth: Yurio is still a minor.

Fact: Yurio is now 16, the legal age of consent in Russia. He and whatever partner he chooses, as long as his partner is over the age of 16, is within their legal right. 

Anti-Myth: 16 year olds brains are not developed enough to comprehend sex.

Fact: A 16 year old can understand sex. Hell, even a 15 year old can. Teens at 15 or 16 hop into bed with older teens all the time–even I did. It’s actually normal. Plus, 16 is a far more common legal age of consent in the developed world anyway, this is not some perverted law by Russia and Kazakhstan, it’s actually very very normal. Even in Canada, 16 is the legal age of consent. If you’re American, respect your own laws, but we’re talking about A. fiction, and B. another country.

Anti-Myth: Otabek is too old for Yurio.

Fact: Otabek is literally 2.5 years older than Yurio. They’d literally be a junior and senior in high school, which happens all the time. It did with me, it did with countless others, and none of us were being abused. Plus, Otabek is not technically an adult, he’s still a teen himself. Same with JJ, if that is your ship. 

Anti-Myth: Shippers are disgusting because they are forcing Yurio into a sexual relationship and don’t respect their friendship.

Fact: Dude, if you want to see them as platonic friends, go ahead, no one is stopping you. Secondly, I’ve never met a shipper who doesn’t enjoy their friendship as being the stable building block of their relationship. For you, the relationship stops there. For us, we go on to see them as starting a romance after they’re ready. It’s all about the friendship, we just add to it.

Anti-Myth: Shippers like to sexualize 15 year olds. 

Fact: Well, maybe a few do. I mean, that’s what happens in big fandoms, you get some bad apples, especially if they come from countries themselves where the consenting age is 14 or something. But many, many shippers do not. They usually ‘sexualize’ Yurio when he’s a little older, or like to imagine him a little older when he starts becoming intimate. Plus it’s not just us, the creators and animators of the show have been sexing up Yurio for months now in official art, and with WTTM flashing his nipples and abs–I mean, don’t blame us.

Anti-Myth: Otayuri conditions children to think pedophilia is normal.

Fact: First of all, no it doesn’t. Yet again, pedophilia is any relationship where one is over the consenting age, and the other is under the age of 13. Which is not happening here. It may give them the impression that 16/18 is normal, and yeah it is, especially in many developed countries. If you have a problem with that, take it up with them, not us. This really should not be a hard concept. Also it’s FICTION. Do people jump into bed with their siblings after watching Game Of Thrones? No, because they’re not idiots. Not everything is based on American laws. This is an anime, written by a Japanese woman, made in Japan, and a lot of anime sexualizes young teens. No otaku I know of are hoping into bed with kids because of anime, unless they were already pedophiles. It doesn’t develop with a goddamn cartoon.

Anti-Myth: I’m uncomfortable with this ship because when I was younger I was abused by–

Fact: Okay, stop right there. I will try and explain this the best way I can. Whatever happened to you in your past is tragic and I do sympathize (one of my cousins was abused when she was younger so I know the horrors of dealing with that), but I’m sorry, it has nothing to do with shipping two teenagers. You’re imagining abuse, despite nothing canonically abusive happening. Otabek would never hurt Yurio. He’s no pervert. See, Americans who prey on 15 and 16 year olds do so because they KNOW it’s illegal. That’s why they do it. But if you’re from a country where, once again, the legal age of consent is 16, there is no abusive mindset. It’s normal behavior. There is no perversion or predatory behavior, because it’s not illegal. I do understand you being uncomfortable and it bringing up memories for you, but the reality of the situation is there is no actual abuse, and you really must try and understand that. This is literally like saying I can’t post pics of dogs because you were bit once, and that I’m condoning you being bit or something. It’s not true, nor is it fair to me, I just like dogs. But I do hope you find peace in your life.

All this being said, I will admit I use to be an anti myself. For about ten minutes, until I realized all this stuff and I knew I was being silly. And hey, there is a good chance Otayuri could become canon after everything we’ve seen, so it’s a good idea to be prepared for that by trying to understand these points I’ve made. It’s not too late to see things differently and to be a decent human being.

Can I ask why everyone thinks that Azula is Zuko’s little sister?

Because unless it was stated somewhere that Azula is 14 in the show, I’m kind of leaning towards her being older than Zuko. And I do actually have a few reasons for thinking this. 

1. It was stated by Ozai in the episode Zuko Alone that Azula was named after her grandfather Azulon

And usually, it is the first born child that is named after a grandparent or parent. And if Zuko was the first born why wouldn’t he be named Azulon? (And I know some of you are thinking, uh duh, because Ozai hated Zuko) But Zuko would have been a newborn baby, there was no way for Ozai to know he would dislike Zuko and thus save the name for his second child. That doesn’t make sense.

2. Now, this might seem off point but stay with me here. So you guys remember Tom-Tom? 

Yeah, Mai’s little brother. We know that he is 2 years old, and then later in the show, it is said that Mai is fifteen years older than her brother. Making Mai 17. And I just always assumed that Azula would be around her friend’s age. She is the same size and looks no younger than Mai. 

Of course, that is more my opinion than fact, but I still feel that Azula would be close to Mai’s age. And she can’t be sixteen because we all know that Zuko is sixteen, so unless they are twins, that can’t be. 

And we do in fact know that Zuko is sixteen because even though that was never said outright, when Zuko confronted his father he said “My father, who challenged me a thirteen-year-old boy, to an Agni Kai,”

 And in the first season, while yelling at Zhao, Zuko says, “I’ve been searching for the Avatar for three years now,” 

Proving to us that Zuko is sixteen. Meaning that if Azula is older she would have to be at least 17 if not older. 

3. Now, this is more my opinion again. But throughout the whole show Azula refers to Zuko as ‘Zuzu’, and I feel like that is something an older sibling would do rather than a younger. 

Of course, we’re talking about Azula here. So really she is probably doing this just to get under Zuko’s skin, and to make him feel inferior because we all know she is a huge manipulator. 

4. Okay, now this is the one that always had me thinking that Azula was the older sibling. So like I said before we know Zuko was 13 when his father burned and banished him. 

This is what Zuko looked like at thirteen. And he does look a lot younger. You can tell this was years ago. 

Now, look at Azula in the crowd watching. 

She looks almost the exact same. Zuko is clearly younger in this flashback, but Azula looks fully grown, and that was three years ago

And as a kid watching the show, that proved to me that she was the older sibling. And up until recently I still thought that. But now I am seeing all these posts about Azula being a 14yo. Which, is of course freakin awesome, because that means she was that cunning and evil at just 14

But it took away a lot of the aspects of her that made me really fear Azula as a character. 

As an older sibling myself, I found it really cruel and scary that Azula would hunt down and try to kill her little brother. (It is horrible whether she is younger or older) but it hit me harder thinking that she was going after a younger sibling rather than an older. 

If you are an older sibling than you know even if you don’t get along with your younger sibs, you still feel protective and want them to strive. And so the fact that Azula was always so cruel towards Zuko made her seem more evil to me. 

She also always knew how to manipulate and push Zuko’s buttons. And I always felt that for Zuko that would be a scary and uncomfortable thing to deal with. And if Azula is older, then there would be that want to impress her in some ways, and feeling less than her in other ways. Making him even easier to manipulate. 

And that was a main part of why I found Azula so evil. Because she should have felt protective towards her brother, but to her, everything was just striving towards power, it showed that she really didn’t have a lot of humanity in her. And I think that point was shown in her breakdown. 

And not only did this make Azula seem even crueler as a character to me. But it made Zuko’s choices more clear as well. 

If Azula is older, Zuko would still want to impress her. Just like he strived to impress his father. Maybe he didn’t want her love. But he would want her respect. And as a younger sibling, I can see him trying to also achieve this. He would feel that he had more to prove. 

And to me, this showed even more character in Zuko when he did leave everything behind. Because he knew that he would be leaving his sister and father behind (not that he cared about their love at this point) but I think that must have been a terrifying thing to do on his part. Because now he will be on the opposite side again. And even if Zuko didn’t think he would be facing his father again, I bet you he knew he would be facing his manipulative sister again.

And it would have been much easier for him to just leave it be, or to even just go hide somewhere where he wouldn’t be found. Because facing Azula again and again would be hard, especially when she knew right where to hit him to make it really hurt.   

And that is why the last Agni Kai felt like the final step for Zuko in redeeming himself. (At least for me) Because he was standing up to someone that must have been scary for him to face, he was putting it to an end, and it a way saying ‘I don’t need to bow down or be scared of you’, because at this point Azula probably didn’t seem as scary to Zuko as she had always seemed while growing up. 

So Azula being the the older sibling not only made her seem eviler, in my opinion, it made Zuko seem even braver. 

So unless proven otherwise, I think I’ll stick to my headcanons.

Age is but a Number, Love is Infinite

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,775

Warnings: age difference(nothing underage the reader is 21), language, implied sexy times

Request: Hey it’s ok if you don’t wanna do this but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Dean is his current age and the one reader just turned 20 but like her and Dean have known each other for a long time and have been together for a while and other people always say stuff about their relationship but they’re still just really happy together, maybe w/ a bit of smut?

A/N: I changed a few things like I said I would but overall I think I got what you wanted!! Shout out to @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid for being an awesome beta!! I hope you all like it and feedback is always appreciated!!! :D

Originally posted by frozen-delight

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Random Prompts

- “You eat kitkats like a monster, honestly I don’t think I can love you anymore.”
“At least I know how to cough into my elbow like a civilized being.”

- “Do you ever realize that we act like an old married couple sometimes?”
“We are an old married couple…”

- “Do you know how to cook anything besides ramen?”
“Um… microwave popcorn.”

- “You are so weak when it comes to spicy food.”
“No I’m not.”
“Name 1 spice you enjoy.”
“Pepper counts, right?”

- “I would do anything to prove my love for you.”
“Drink that entire bottle of hot sauce then.” “I don’t love you that much.”

- “Dude, you cry over everything.” “No I don’t.”
“You cried when a fly you called your ‘friend’ flew out of the window, you left open.” “Listen, I just felt really close to Fred.”

- “Why do we have a dog? We didn’t have a dog before I left.”
“Yeah, well, get with the times. Things change. Ugh, you’re just another old guy who doesn’t wanna accept that the world is changing.”
“1, You’re older than me. 2, You still haven’t told me why we now have a dog.”

- “Hey, do you love me a lot?“ “Of course!” “Enough to give me your garlic bread?” “F**k no.”

Somehow I feel like this post is incomplete, but I can’t think of what I could write. If I think of something else, I’ll add reblog and add to it. Hi everyone! So the story is I received an ask from a high school junior who was stuck with a teacher for her Latin elective who champions self-learning and has apparently been teaching extraneous content. The asker wanted to know how to get good grades for Latin when they’ve lost their passion, so I thought that I would make a post about Dealing with Bad Teachers. 


Firstly, self-learning is important and the teacher has good intentions for you. But it’s something that develops over time, and isn’t usually enforced for entire course loads. It is should be a legal requirement that the teacher teaches you the core syllabus set by your state/government, so politely and privately (via email or otherwise) request her to follow it, emphasising that you feel a lack of support (“it’s me not you”). If she refuses to change her teaching method, take it up (again privately) with the faculty head teacher. Of course, you need to actually collate the syllabus points which have not been covered so that you can present your case. 


  • If you can’t do anything about the teacher, unfortunately you’re going to have to put in extra work to stay on top of things

  • Get a support network of friends, and maybe even students in the other class can help; ask them to send you resources that the other Latin teacher is supplying so that you can self-study. 

  • Get your friends to give you feedback and help you study. 

  • Find textbooks, and schedule a chapter a week or however many you need to cover all the content by the end of the term when you have exams. A textbook teaches just as well, or even better than a bad teacher (though it’s not anywhere close to a good teacher unfortunately). 


As for learning something that you’re really uninterested in, this is something I had to face every year whilst studying English. I hated English since I was more a maths/science student, but I still forced myself to study, and just do it for the marks.

I hated the idea of getting low marks for the subject more than actually doing the subject, so like the pottery story, I would just write essay after essay, story after story, until I improved. I had an older cousin that I would send my work to, and she would give me feedback so I could improve the story. And you know what? At the end of all that, I actually didn’t find English so bad, because I raised my English marks to a Band 6 (which is the highest band in Australian HSC), and I felt proud of the work that I did. Usually, you only start liking what you’re good at. There’s this really nice quote that I found that sums it up:

When you work hard at something you become good at it.
When you become good at something you enjoy doing it more.
When you enjoy doing something, there is a good chance you will become passionate about it. (source)


As for learning a language specifically, you need to try to become interested in the language that you’re studying. For me, I really liked studying Japanese because I liked reading manga, and Korean because I like listening to Kpop. So why do you want to learn Latin? It’s difficult for a dead language, but find something that interests you; I’ll recommend word origins! That’s the most interesting thing about Latin imo :)

Try working through the vocab and grammar systematically. Learn 1 new grammar structure everyday, and make flashcards with the words you need to know for the exam. There are plenty of tips around studyblr for individual languages :)




charming-langst  asked:

I NEED more of your mafia au in my life. So please continue, I'll make it worthwhile. *slides you Shiny Ninetails Pokémon card and a pack of Trident two layer gum*

Okay everyone, I would just like to say that yes, there will be a Part 4 because I still have some scenes in mind. But the fact that you take time to send me asks about the MafiaAU: Lance Salazar really made my day as well as when some of you commented on the post itself. And thanks to those who liked it and special thanks to those who shared it!

Also @charming-langst​….how did you guessed that I like nine tails? *narrowing my eyes at you* are you spying on me? Joke! But really, it was such a coincidence that you guessed my favorite!

At the age of eight, Lance’s studies about their world started. His childhood became limited ever since he showed his intelligence level once during the family’s recreational activities. Honestly, Lance thought that they were just playing a simple board game. His father explained to him the rules and for little Lance back then, it was fairly easy. He beat his father five times in a row. It was after a few years passed when Lance discovered that his father was a genius chess player (Vongola Decimo always called his father for a game or two) and strategist.

At the age of twelve, Lance sneaked into the meeting room of his father due to a dare from one of his siblings. He didn’t manage to get inside the room though for a certain man caught his attention. Maybe the man was near his fifties but his features still showed that he was one of those types that could easily get the attention of others. Later on, he discovered that the name of the man was “Reborn” and that he was the most trusted adviser of Vongola Decimo. The guy was also known as the number one hitman in the Mafia world. Maybe this Reborn person saw something in him for the next day Decimo himself visited Lance personally. They chatted for a bit and play some board game called “Games of the Generals”. Lance managed to win 2 out of 3.

Lance was a natural charmer. He could melt anyone’s heart (hearts that were not frozen cold) and he knew this himself. Sometimes he used it to his advantage whenever he was kidnapped. But if things got worst then there was a reason why he was trained how to use the gun.

He was no stranger to blood. Once or twice he passed through their interrogation rooms and the sight of bloodied and dismembered bodies became a norm for him. Lance made his first interrogation at 15 when he and his youngest sister got kidnapped. A few exchanged of gun shots here and there, and Lance managed to turn the tables around. The hunter became the hunted, a phrase said from a number of his favourite movies.

Lance was labelled as “Young Demon” that day.

Just because he was used to the sight and smell of murder didn’t mean that he wanted to live his whole life like this. Lance has dreams of his own. He has dreams that he wanted to reach with his own hands.

Hands of Lance and not the hands of Salazar’s.

Lance knew that the Vongola Decimo favoured him from the rest of the children of their allies. Though he never knew the reason why, Lance used this to his advantage. He listed all the reasons why he wanted to get out, why he wanted to be freed. Of course all of his reasonings were weak, Lance knew this and the Vongola knew this. But still, Decimo talked to that Reborn person and after a few hours of waiting, they escorted Lance back to the Salazar’s mansion and talked about the future with the Salazar Don.

At the age of 16, Lance was no longer a member of the dark world. He was just an ordinary civilian.

Yeah, right.

Everyone knows you could never escape the underworld, especially if you were born inside it.

The deal made was consisted of: one, Lance would stay in the vacation house given to him by Decimo himself and located in Cuba. Two, some Salazar’s men would check up on him personally every other week. Three, he was not allowed to invite any civilian (even though Lance was technically considered as civilian also) in his house. Four, he was obligated to meet or talk to the family in important events which was birthdays and Christmas.

So all in all it was like he had just taken a temporary vacation away from the Mafia.

And it was a good thing he only cut the Mafia ties but not his ties as a blood relative.

Because Lance loved his family with all his heart, never question him about this.

Pidge was beyond irritated right now. Who would have thought that Lance was a Salazar? That Salazar. It was like suddenly all the pieces clicked together into their own proper places. She thought Lance was born in a family of soldiers or just used to play strategic games during his teenage years.

She never freaking expected that Lance was born inside the Mafia.

It was lunch time and everyone was eating together. When Pidge said everyone she did meant everyone. Lance just gave his servants one look and they all settled themselves with the rest of team Voltron on the dining area after they put down all the foods and drinks.

The table was a bit similar to the one they used in the castle. It was long and elliptical in shape, she was used seeing Allura to be on what the Paladins had dubbed as the head part of the table so seeing Lance in that position was very unusual for Pidge. Lance kept cooing like a baby when he saw the foods and drinks on the table, at least some things hadn’t changed. Pidge didn’t really know if she knew Lance that deep despite being stuck together in space for five years.

“Wow! Esmeralda, your cooking is the best! No offence, Hunk.” Lance added the last sentence as an afterthought when he took a bite of what he called ropa vieja.

“None taken, Lance. This taste really good.”

Esmeralda, Pidge assumed it was the woman sitting across from her, smiled when she heard the praises of the rest of the Paladins and the obvious delight of the two Alteans when they started to eat also.

“Thank you. We really missed your presence here, Young Master.”

“Ah…I’ll say stop calling me ‘Young Master’ but…”

“But we will just keep doing it because someone needs to remind you what is your real position.” It was the head butler named Alejandro who spoke before cleaning his lips using the napkin and Pidge was reminded of those movies where people try to learn proper table manners in just one night. Good thing Lance didn’t care about proper etiquette inside his own house.

“Give me a break, Alejandro. I’m already 24 years old! I’m not that young boy anymore!”

“And yet you are still that young boy who almost gave Master Halberd a heart attack when he saw you waving a gun.” One of the maids named Juliana commented as she poured Allura’s cup with apple juice.

“That was one time! And it was Falcata’s fault for leaving her gun on her study table.” Pidge could not believe it, Lance was pouting because his servants were ganging up on him. She could not consider this as sharing embarrassing stories because imagining little Lance waving a gun with the safety either on or off was not a really good picture in her mind right now.

“Come to think of it, isn’t it because of that that Master Khanda started teaching Young Master Lance how to hold a gun?” Marcelo looked up at the ceiling as if it could verify his words.

“Emphasize the word hold. Mistress Flyssa threw a fit when she saw her older brother teaching Young Master Lance how to shoot.” Benita snickered when she refreshed the memory of her twin brother.

“And because of that, Master Halberd was forced to step in and declared that Young Master Lance will only be allowed to shoot a gun when he reached the age of thirteen.”

“Hey, you are just two years older than me, Learco! Why are you calling me ‘Young Master’ too?! And why are you guys sharing my childhood stories to my friends?!” Lance started hitting the table with his right hand like a petulant child as he focused his gaze on the left side of the table where his butlers and maids were seated.

“Because it’s fun~” Sylvia sang as she waved her fork around.

“And two years is still two years. Which means that you are technically my ‘Young Master’.” Learco grinned but ducked under the table on the last second when Lance threw his glass towards him.

“I can’t believe this,” Lance held his chest in a show of mock hurt, “betrayed by my second family. After five years and this is the welcome that I get? I should have fired all of you before I got blasted in space by a sentient lion.”

“We really missed you, Young Master Lance.” Pidge heard the oldest human male in the room and she saw that the man was giving Lance a fatherly smile which their Blue Paladin returned with an equally soft smile.

“See? Only Grandpa Eterio lives up to his name!”

“Eh, that is because Grandpa Eterio likes to baby you, Young Master.

“That’s it.”

Learco yelped when Lance took hold of the knife beside his plate and jumped towards him. The rest of the maids and butlers just continued eating and coaxed the Voltron team to do the same while Learco was running for his dear life because Lance has long legs and the stamina to run a five kilometer marathon.

If this was the people that Lance considered as his second family then Pidge thought that she must ready herself in meeting the main family.

No wonder Lance asked them to bring their bayards.

Langst Mini Fic: The Second Family

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Mafia AU: Lance Salazar (OCs mini guide) 

anonymous asked:

Hey hope this isn't too intrusive but can I ask what you did to invest in yourself? I have joined the local gym and actively trying to attend events where the type of people I want to meet/ be like attend, (I know you get a weekly facial and personal trainer) but what else did you do to improve to the person you are at now

  • I pursued financial stability, a change in finances will make your transformation easier
  • Pursued fitness, travel,spirituality and health
  • I try to surround myself in an area or create a lifestyle where I am continuously around the key things I enjoy the most. 
  • Embraced beauty & self-care. I’m uber feminine. I like to stay too busy getting my feet scrubbed or doing something that makes me feel sexy and luscious than joining in some online mob. My mentor encourages getting a weekly massage if you’re a young professional. I’ll get a massage then get my nails done. I notice many women in the developing world who ain’t as wealthy as we, make it a habit to go their local salon or spa often or take advantage of their natural resources. Only in the West to do we celebrate being too busy to take care of ourselves or practice relaxation. We wait until we go on holiday to do those things.

  • I learned how to do my makeup beautifully with guidance from professionals & YouTube. I still learn & I’m part of a Facebook group where we all share our looks :)

  • I enrolled in daunting and relentlessly deep courses, read research papers & books in a variety of fields

  • “Hung around people older than me, took notes” - Eazy E

  • As of recently, I became less wiling to disperse myself to others. Sometimes you gotta leave folks in the water, they’re not worth your time

  • My life is not easy, trust me I have issues right now, but my life is simple, smooth & tranquil cause that’s how I make it.

  • I’m resourceful which is the only way to be about shit, nobody goes into the desert with no water. When facing new territory, stack up! I save & stock up on resources,websites,podcasts. People hate using google though. it’s sad because the internet is a muhfuckin’ goldmine.

My favourite Romanian saying is “Sărut-mâna” (something like “I kiss your hand”) which you use when you greet someone older to show your respect. It is also used by men when they greet women, even if they are younger than them. What I really like about this saying is that it’s very old and gives this traditional village vibe and it blends perfectly into our modern world, reminding us that we are still standing on our same old Romanian land. (But be careful; if you forget to give your “sărut-mâna” to every old lady who knows you, you will face the wrath of every gossiping grandma in your local area)

There’s No Need to be Jealous Klaus

        Request: Hii can you do a Klaus imagine where the reader is hanging out with kol & Klaus gets jealous

Characters: Reader, Kol, Klaus, and Elijah

Warnings: Jealous and angry Klaus, insecurity, etc.           

You were currently in the Mikaelson mansion. You were sat on the couch flipping through a magazine when Kol flopped down beside you.

“I’m bored!” he exclaimed.

“What would you like me to do about it?” you inquired, continuing to casually flip through the magazine.

“Provide some entertainment so I don’t eat you out of boredom?”

“We both know that if you did eat me, you would end up back in your coffin and you’d still be bored so that isn’t even close to a solution,” I stated looking up at him calmly.

“You spend too much time with Nik and Elijah,” Kol huffed.

“Well, I am dating Nik and he trusts Elijah with me.”

“Can we please go to The Grill or something?” kol whined.

“Why do you need me to go?”

“Because I consider you to be a friend, and if I leave you home alone Nik will have my head.”

“Alright, we can go. Come along then,” you conceded and the two of you walked to The Grill. Once you entered, you two sat at the bar. Kol ordered something you didn’t know the name of and you just ordered a milkshake.

“This is much better,” Kol commented sipping his drink.

“You are such a child,” you chuckled.

“I am like over a thousand years older than you,” Kol pointed out.

“And you are still a child,” you teased taking a sip of your milkshake when it arrived.

“Says the girl dating Niklaus.”

“Which is how I know that you are a child, and so is Nik.”

“Fair enough.”

“Exactly,” you chuckled.

“Can I ask you a question?” Kol asked.

“Of course you can.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but…why are you with my brother?”

“Not two hours alone and you’re already trying to steal my Y/N brother,” Klaus growled as he walked up behind Kol.

“Nik, calm down. He’s not flirting with me,” you tried to soothe your angry boyfriend.

“You’re taking his side?” Klaus challenged.

“I’m not taking sides Klaus, I’m just trying to..”

“Trying to tell me that you like my brother better, I get it,” Klaus snapped before speeding away.

“We should probably go and find him before he goes on a rampage,” kol sighed paying the bartender and leading you to find Klaus. You two tried the mansion first and walked inside to see Klaus throwing things around.

“Nik! Nik stop!” you yelled trying to go stand in front of him, but Kol grabbed you and held you back. This just made Nik angrier.

“LET Y/N GO!” Klaus demanded, his hybrid face showing.

“Calm down and I will. You could hurt our lovely Y/N,” Kol countered.


“Not intentionally, but accidents happen and you would never forgive yourself and you’d leave to protect them and then you’d just be angry all the time and…”

“Enough, both of you!” Elijah ordered speeding into the room.

“STAY OUT OF IT ELIJAH!” Klaus ordered.

“Stay out of what? What’s even going on?”

“Kol is trying to steal Y/N from me,” Klaus spat.

“What on earth are you on about?” Elijah questioned.

“They were acting all chummy with each other and then Kol asked Y/N why they are dating me!”

“Kol?” Elijah demanded turning to Kol.

“I wasn’t flirting! I was asking more out of curiousity because they are such opposites and I wanted to be sure that they are actually in love because they’re so happy together and I don’t want either of them to get hurt!”

“You…you weren’t trying to..” Klaus sputtered, his face returning to normal.

“Even if he was, I would never…I love you Nik,” you said. Nik smiled and sped to stand in front of you.

“You love me?”

“Of course I do,” you admitted.

“I love you to, my love,” Klaus spoke softly before pulling you into a warm hug.

“I think I might go and vomit now,” Kol fake gagged.

“Shut up Kol,” you and Klaus spoke at the same time.

A/N: I hope you guys like it!!!!

Harper Lee’s 2006 letter to Oprah Winfrey

May 7, 2006

Dear Oprah,

Do you remember when you learned to read, or like me, can you not even remember a time when you didn’t know how? I must have learned from having been read to by my family. My sisters and brother, much older, read aloud to keep me from pestering them; my mother read me a story every day, usually a children’s classic, and my father read from the four newspapers he got through every evening. Then, of course, it was Uncle Wiggily at bedtime.

So I arrived in the first grade, literate, with a curious cultural assimilation of American history, romance, the Rover Boys, Rapunzel, and The Mobile Press. Early signs of genius? Far from it. Reading was an accomplishment I shared with several local contemporaries. Why this endemic precocity? Because in my hometown, a remote village in the early 1930s, youngsters had little to do but read. A movie? Not often — movies weren’t for small children. A park for games? Not a hope. We’re talking unpaved streets here, and the Depression.

Books were scarce. There was nothing you could call a public library, we were a hundred miles away from a department store’s books section, so we children began to circulate reading material among ourselves until each child had read another’s entire stock. There were long dry spells broken by the new Christmas books, which started the rounds again.

As we grew older, we began to realize what our books were worth: Anne of Green Gables was worth two Bobbsey Twins; two Rover Boys were an even swap for two Tom Swifts. Aesthetic frissons ran a poor second to the thrills of acquisition. The goal, a full set of a series, was attained only once by an individual of exceptional greed — he swapped his sister’s doll buggy.

We were privileged. There were children, mostly from rural areas, who had never looked into a book until they went to school. They had to be taught to read in the first grade, and we were impatient with them for having to catch up. We ignored them.

And it wasn’t until we were grown, some of us, that we discovered what had befallen the children of our African-American servants. In some of their schools, pupils learned to read three-to-one — three children to one book, which was more than likely a cast-off primer from a white grammar school. We seldom saw them until, older, they came to work for us.

Now, 75 years later in an abundant society where people have laptops, cell phones, iPods, and minds like empty rooms, I still plod along with books. Instant information is not for me. I prefer to search library stacks because when I work to learn something, I remember it.

And, Oprah, can you imagine curling up in bed to read a computer? Weeping for Anna Karenina and being terrified by Hannibal Lecter, entering the heart of darkness with Mistah Kurtz, having Holden Caulfield ring you up — some things should happen on soft pages, not cold metal.

The village of my childhood is gone, with it most of the book collectors, including the dodgy one who swapped his complete set of Seckatary Hawkinses for a shotgun and kept it until it was retrieved by an irate parent.

Now we are three in number and live hundreds of miles away from each other. We still keep in touch by telephone conversations of recurrent theme: “What is your name again?” followed by “What are you reading?” We don’t always remember.

Much love,


anonymous asked:

I'm a bit sad Shoma and Yuzuru are so close in age... I wish I could root for both of them to win and appreciate their skating without having to see them compete against each other for several years. Thankfully it will be easier when Yuzuru is retired.

mmm i get what you mean but i actually feel the opposite way, i like that yuzuru and shoma are close enough in age that they can be close competitors from the same country pushing each other, while also being friends at the same time. because yuzuru never really had someone like that before, from japan. he rose to the top so young. the other japanese guys his age weren’t top contenders. (i remember he used to wish keiji and ryuju would catch up to him, so they could all compete together. tatsuki could’ve been someone like that, but he retired early.) the previous generation of team japan guys were all older than him, never quite in the same friends circle, and now most of them are retired. yuzuru always seemed a bit of a lone wolf to me. which is why i’m really happy that he and shoma are friends now. i think having a countryman at the same level, in a similar position on the world stage (though obviously shoma still doesn’t experience as much outside pressure as yuzuru), is helpful and motivating for both of them. i wonder what it’ll be like when yuzuru eventually retires and shoma presumably takes up the mantle of japan’s “ace” and the responsibility that implies. in many ways yuzuru shields shoma from all of that right now, but it’s a bridge that will have to be crossed eventually. i’d like to see if shoma can achieve his goal of reaching yuzuru while they’re still competing together. i think it would mean a lot to him.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons involving Hunk and his culture?

There are SO. MANY.

  • Hunk is the the third of five kids; he has an older brother and sister, and a younger brother and sister.
  • Both his parents are Samoan–his father hails from the village of Lalomanu on Upolu in the Independent Nation of Samoa and his mother is a Samoan-American who was born in Oakland, California.
    • Hunk’s mother is the daughter of a church pastor who runs a Samoan Assembly of God
    • Hunk and his siblings would be raised in this church until they moved to the east coast
    • As a kid, Hunk actually loved celebrating White Sunday because saw that when he sang, it would make his grandmother happy; Hunk is super close to his grandma
    • Hunk’s favorite song ever is an old Samoan song that he sang all the time with his grandma
  • Hunk’s father made his way to the US by enlisting in the US Navy, which landed him in the Bay Area
    • A few cousins of his brought him to the church, where he met Hunk’s mother
    • They were married 2 years after they met
    • Hunk’s father was naturalized as a US citizen when Hunk was 6 months old
  • Hunk’s family moved from California to Norfolk, Virginia when he was 10 because his father’s fleet transferred to Naval Station Norfolk (his interest in Space came about when he found out that he was quite close to the Langley Research Center in Hampton)
  • Hunk’s interest in space travel grew during his early teens, when he expressed a desire to learn more about his heritage
  • Hunk was inspired by ancient Islanders exploring the Pacific 
  • Hunk is, like, half-fluent in Samoan (he understands more than he can speak), but he’s still learning (his favorite words are malosi, which means strength, and agalelei, which means kindness)
    • When he was 15, his sister was born and he’d always sing Send Me the Pillow to her when she was upset; it always calmed her down
    • Hunk plays old school Samoan songs when he is homesick and when he cleans, since his Saturdays at home always started with the sound of Samoan music and his mother barreling into his and his older brother’s room, demanding that they start cleaning
    • One time, Hunk made the mistake of playing Pretty Lil Teine to Lance and Lance loved it so much that he learned all the words
  • Whenever there’s a celebratory event, Hunk is always the one who helps his older sister make the ulas: graduations, weddings, birthdays–Hunk always helps make the ulas (click here if you don’t know what I’m talking about.)
    • When Hunk was accepted to Galaxy Garrison, his folks threw a huuuuge shindig and buried him in ulas.
    • Hunk gets L O U D when one of his sisters are the taupou and doing her taualuga and he has to escort her onto the floor
  • Contrary to popular belief, Hunk actually sucks at football and rugby.
  • Hunk doesn’t have any traditional tattoos because he feels like you have to earn it and he’s hella traditional about it and wants to go to his dad’s village to do it with permission of the elders
  • Hunk’s favorite Samoan dish is pani popo, which is a coconut roll (his mother always made hers look and taste like a cinnamon roll with coconut sauce)
My Aphobia/Stalker Story

@sini-sterility @iicraft505 (not sure if you want it, but still) @alittlebluebug @autisticbadger @everchangingfangirl @fuckyeahasexual @justaphobethings (I don’t know if a blog like this would want this, but still) @acecourse (some aphobe I knew of.)

I don’t know if I’m ace or not. I’m questioning a lot right now… but you know what happened when my ex-friend found out I lacked interest and even had an aversion to sex? No? I’ll tell ya! In short, she tried to force herself and others on me sexually and romantically, while we were at a disabled camp (I was 15 and quadriplegic she was 19 with diabetes) and then got obsessed with me. Then at the end of the friendship, she tried to force me into a sexual relationship with her ex-boyfriend, How’d she do that, you ask? Well… she lied about me saying I was able-bodied and even athletic in order to get him obsessed with me (which worked) and gave him my Facebook name and phone number and told him to basically harass me! Then when he found out the truth, his obsession got even worse! He openly talks about all kinds of shit now, everything from feeding me with a bottle and taking care of me, to cutting me open and replacing muscles and bones with sticks. Not only that, but he still does to this day, with her encouragement! You know what makes it even worse? Not only did I have to call the police on this motherfucker and the girl that started this, (which didn’t work out) but it turns out that I’m not the only one that’s been abused by them! In fact, they both have criminal records for abuse and harassment.  But it’s only one guy right?  Nope. She has given my number to several other men. At least 2 of which are also sexual predators with records; each of which older than the last! The others I’m not sure of, but they still harass me very often. Even 4 years later, this is still going on! She still constantly gives men my contact information (Mainly my number, and every once in a while, my Facebook.) Why? All because I didn’t have any interest in anything sexual. She also did this knowing I was sexually abused several times throughout my childhood. ( I forgot to mention that before, but it’s an important detail.) I’ve even had 1 or 2 of them threaten to do it the same way. So if you wanna tell me aphobia doesn’t exist, fuck you! You are not just ignorant, but you’re fucking stupid, and don’t come on to my post with that bullshit!

anonymous asked:

Would you have any tips on how to write a girl in the early 1800s, i.e. what she would wear, what the streets would be like, what she's expected to do for others etc?

Hey there, love! Before I begin, I just want to say historical accuracy is a thing that lots of people struggle with and find themselves lost at where to start at as the internet contains a boatload of information! Now, seeing as you never specified where the setting is in your writing, I’m going to give you a general statement for each category.

Also, a quick note before hand, if your book is fantasy or along the same lines of that genre, don’t feel limited to the history you just find online! Add your own stuff about the history. For example, if your story is about Vampires (and if they are widely known to exist), include national holidays for them or something like that. You can include things that don’t exist and alter things that do, just don’t be insensitive about it.

Now that is out of the way, let us begin!



Starting with children, most still typically wore what we would call ‘hand-me-downs’ now or things cut and hemmed from adults old clothing if it didn’t fit. Infants and young children usually didn’t have clothes with a distinct sex intended about them or in other words, they’d be ‘unisex’. This typically consisted of some type of gown, robe, or tunic. As the children got older, however, their clothing got more in tune with their gender.

Boys ( from 4-6) would either wear skirted outfits which were simpler than girls and lacked more color and trim. They also held more masculine details such as being accompanied by a dress of some sorts. Boys (from 7-14+) wore ankle-length trousers that were buttoned to a short jacket worn over a shirt with a wide collar edged in ruffles. For girls, they were typically always seen wearing dresses regardless of their age. The only difference is that as they grew older, their dress became more lengthier and complex. Please note that depending on status (whether they were a peasant or noble, etc), the quality of these items would differ. Peasants would receive the bare minimum and nobility were given the finer things. Most children were barefoot during the warmer months and wore loafers otherwise. Girls also had flats and heels.

Now onto men, they usually wore breeches (a pair of pants/trousers that stopped at the knee or sometimes at the ankle) or pantaloons (a more casual version of breeches). They also typically wore coats with tails, shirts that featured cuffs, sometimes with ruffles down the front and wide collars. They also usually wore hessian or wellington boots and a cravat (a cloth worn around the neck), a top hat and a wig (as powdered wigs were in fashion back then though nobility and highly respected positions such as doctors, military, lawyers, etc usually only worn these and not peasants).

For women, they always had to wear stockings and their undergarments were usually a pair of drawers (that peaked out in younger girls) and a chemise. As women were not supposed to show much skin back then, they wore a kerchief (similar to a cravat) though it could be taken off during formal occasions. They also wore corsets which was to support their body and perfect their posture. Peasants usually wore a cap and gown and they always had to have their hair up in a bun, usually. During colder weather, they would often wear a shawl over their gown and around their shoulders. Nobility usually wore petticoats under their much finer gown. Many women, regardless of status, had an everyday dress and a dress meant for church.

What It’d Be Like

Until the beginning of the 1840’s, most homes were made out of logs. During the 1840’s, bricks were made available though most peasants continued to use logs whilst the nobility and royals used bricks and stone. Most homes were not large and included a room for the family to live in and then another for the family business (doctors, lawyers, and others always made sure to have a separate room to do their work in). Streets were not paved and there were no cars. Usually, there were cobblestone or dirt streets and horse-drawn carriages were used.

There isn’t much information on this though many worked on farms and such whilst the woman ran the houses (cleaning, cooking, etc) and the children did their chores or went to school (typically only boys did though few noble women did as well). Nobles typically had servants do their housework and nannies to care for young children and private tutors for their children.

Women were expected to cook, clean, and take care of other household chores (unless they were slaves who worked in the field). Men typically worked from sunrise to sunset and weather often didn’t affect their jobs. Young girls often kept with their mother to learn how to do such chores whilst boys went to work from varying ages.

There were some activities though such as painting, pottery, sewing, etc for women and hunting, gambling, going to bars/pubs, etc.

I hope this helped some! I’m unsure of the accuracy of some as, like most, I rely on the internet for my research and am in no way a historian. However, if you have any additional questions about this on a specific area/culture of the world, feel free to send in another question, lovely! Good luck and happy writing!

- Mod Lilly

If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask us!

Rewatching The Force Awakens the other day got me to thinking about some things. Bear with me. As Skywalker men go, Ben is so much like Anakin. Ben is a few years older than Anakin was before his ‘transformation’, but still. Angry, impatient, brooding, short tempered. Dare I say whiney? Three scenes which contrast his stoic power are when he twice smashes the computer consoles with his lightsaber (when he was told the droid had help escaping and when he returned to the cell to find Rey gone) and when he actually yelled like a petulant child to Snoke that Rey is strong with the Force. We all know how short fused Anakin was during his training and when he became a Jedi Knight. Constantly challenging the counsel, his temper flaring when things didn’t go his way. In that respect, they are very much alike.

As a Reylo shipper, I feel this way: Anakin and Padme’s relationship began in harmony, friendship, and love…yet turned to violence, grief, and a bit of hatred on Anakin’s part (as he mistakenly accused Padme of bringing Obi-Wan to destroy him). Kylo Ren and Rey’s relationship may mirrior that, just flipped around. Beginning in violence and hatred, ending in love. We shall see.

I also noticed something very telling during the lightsaber duel at the end. Yes, Ren flung Rey against that tree. But it was only because she attempted to fire the blaster at him. During their fight, I noticed that he never really swung the blade at her, but mostly at her lightsaber to perhaps knock if out of her grip and disarm her. He, as a Master of the Knights of Ren, could no doubt have taken that girl out with one blow - her newfound powers growing or not. It leads me to believe that he couldn’t harm her, for what is to come in their relationship. The writer’s have a plan. He never even rendered a jab to her, such as her arm, leg, etc. which he could have done for good measure just to weaken her or out of rage. They were in a battle, of course. Yet she jabbed him everywhere. The hip/leg, shoulder, face. The icing on the cake, was when the ice shelf fell away and their sabers locked. Come on. He could have pushed that wisp of a girl over the edge with a finger. A kick to her midsection. A blow of breath! But he didn’t. Not only that, he offered to keep her alive to train her. Sure, it would look good on his Galactic resume; turning a force sensative newbie to the darkside. But common sense tells me he wanted to keep her alive for another reason. Even after that, when she gathered stregth to fight him off, he knew he was in trouble. He should have ended it right there, before she grew even stronger in the force. But he didn’t, and it weakened him to the point of her her victory over him.

I don’t think he will too happy seeing Rey again, at least not initially. Sure, he admired her talent and was in awe of her abilities. But she bested him, and neither his inner self nor his Master will let him forget it. He may even grown to dispise Rey before he (hopefully) learns to love her. Again, we shall see.

I can understand why some fans don’t like a Reylo pairing. We all view Rey as the Heroine, and Ren the Monster. Yet the whole entire franchise was founded on the fall of a man who loved his woman so much he turned to the darkside to protect her. How is that different? As far as I’m concerned, (don’t send pitchforks my way) Kylo Ren had a terrible life. He doesn’t look like he’s had a moment’s peace since he was a child. Someone like Snoke can swoop in and exploit that with no problem. I watched through three original films hating Darth Vader and thinking 'I can’t wait until he gets his’. Yet at the eleventh hour, he redeemed himself and I was so happy! Then upon seeing the prequels I was heartbroken for him. So much manipulation on this good, brave man by the dark side. All he wanted was to love Padme. One side of the force told him that was a sin, and the other told him his love would destroy her. Ben Solo is no exception. Granted, he has a LOT of redeeming to do. When Han fell off that bridge I nearly choked. And it was at the hand of his son. But the fact Han cupped Ben’s cheek, letting him and US know he forgave him, makes me believe that we may be able to forgive him, too.


I feel like a proud umma even though 5 of them are older than me and I’m Junhong ’ noona BUT STILL!!! 😢😢😢 I’m glad they’re happy which makes me happy too! Lol~ Daehyun forever photobombing the members.

mezopotato  asked:

How do you deal with being misgendered outside of the internet. Sa pinas ka so i can imagine na it happens frequently but then again you're very young and no offense (like legit i dont mean to offend u if i do) but your world is still very small at your age. (Absolutely do not mean to be age-ist, im only like 5 years older than u). And how about ur family? (Im thinking based from my experience and i never really involved my family in my inner world [sexuality and such])

well the languages here don’t have any gender specific pronouns :0 which is gr8 

but if they speak in english or call me by gender specific things im kind of just used to it irl idk ksjdsdghjf

it bothers me but what can ya do  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Having been the witness to a truly revolting Twitter exchange between people I am proud to call friends/fellow creators and a younger subset of the fandom who somehow finds us all disgusting, I would like to point out three reasons for their behavior:

1.       They have no patience/imagination. Instantaneous access to information on multiple platforms has made the majority of the populace significantly less patient overall, but the younger members of fandom especially so.  Their lack of patience and their lack of imagination leads them to write 582 word “one-shots” that end before the couple kiss and they bleat ad nauseum about their couples being endgame and canon as if that is some sort of defining status for OTPs that renders all others inferior.  It’s ridiculous, of course, because those of us who have been in fandom since the fanzine days know how many zillions of hours we spent in chat rooms poring over the latest episodes, interviews, and articles for every scrap of subtext or how many thousands of words we wrote trying to capture that heart-wrenching hurt/comfort moment when the surly, grumpy brunette realizes how in love she is with the innocent, prone-to-kidnapping blonde.  A canon f/f ship was unheard of and we didn’t care. We still don’t.  Give me a non-canon couple with chemistry, a decent, workable relationship, and longing looks and I will ship it harder than any weak tea canon wannabe equivalent.  Canon is not now and never has been a measuring stick for any f/f couple’s validity.  

2.       They see any woman over 30 in the same way they see their mothers—disrespectfully and misogynistically.  The only women over 30 these girls have exposure to on a regular basis are their mothers, aunts, grandmothers, and teachers.  They notoriously see them only in one role and cannot ascribe to them any other role, lest their tiny little minds explode. In their minds, a woman cannot simultaneously be a mother and a sexual being with a serious—let’s say—praise!kink because they absolutely do not want to think of their own mothers in that way. I was twelve once.  I remember how disrespectfully I treated my mother, too. Here’s the thing, though—I grew up. I became older than 30 and I was still sexual, still vibrant, still in possession of all my sexual cravings, and—most importantly—still 110% into fandom and its culture.  Which brings me to my third reason for their behavior…

3.       Fear.  When you are that young and that ageist and you find out that there are women—GASP—over 30 in your fandom, you start to realize that these same women who all have vivacious, energetic, active imaginations and who contribute to fandom with fic or art or gifsets, etc. could be your English teacher, or your aunt, or your mom’s best friend, or the nurse at your doctor’s office, or—GASP—your own mother.  Mrs. Aiken, droning on about proofs and vectors and graphing in your 4th period geometry class might actually be a fandom favorite on Tumblr who likes to genderbend River Song from story to story in her fic just to see how many different Doctors she can surprise.  Mrs. Bennett who lives across the street and always buys full-sized Snickers for Halloween might really be your fandom’s most prolific Coffee Shop AU writer who has a penchant for fluff and the occasional babyfic.  Or your own mother, who makes you clean your room and says you spend too much time on your phone, might have had another life as a slash writer when the Internet was still new and fandoms still talked via mailing list—except maybe she wrote Kirk/Spock slash and was way more into angst than you.  I mean, you had to get it from somewhere, right?

In conclusion, enjoy your youth while you have it, kiddos.  One day, you’ll be the “gross” one in the fandom and you’ll write one of these missives to a gaggle of snot-nosed teenagers, too.  Or maybe you won’t.  Maybe you’ll think back on your own absolutely appalling manners and your utterly vile narrow-mindedness and you’ll be too fucking embarrassed to say a word.

Obviously that’s not your problem right now—though maybe it should be.










“Are you sure they’re gay?” I ask aloud “No one that hot is straight” Cahngkyun replies taking my tray and wiping down the stray sparkling liquid off its brown surface…. “True” I reply tapping my foot to the thumping music while I wait for my tray … “This is the second bottle they’ve gone through tonight” I muse looking at my waiter wallet once more to verify my orders for the night… “Yah! If they’re paying, let them clean out the bar” … I eye Kihyun my bottom lip jutting out into my signature pout… “Yah! Maybe you’ll finally pay me” I say in mock offense… Kihyun eyes me wearily and I break my composure giggling loudly enough for the people at the other end of the island bar turn to look at me…. he smirks and tosses a bright neon straw at me… the neon yellow plastic tumbles to the floor…. “Children!”Changkyun chastises… he hands me the tray and I pile it high with alcohol and finger foods before disappearing once more into the crowds of party goers and creeps…

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Bellamy Blake Imagine: Falling For A Stranger

A/N: I had to re-post this because tumblr sucks

Requested by @ariatate

Summary: Reader is one of the slaves that Bellamy and others saved from Ice Nation. In the Arkadia Bellamy helps Abby take care of reader. As the time passes they grow closer and eventually fall for each other.

Word Count: 2381

Originally posted by jchnmurqhy


After months of being a slave I had no longer hoped to being free again. But it happened as we got saved by other people from Ark. It happened so fast, one moment we were in chains obeying a grounder and the other moment we were in something that looked like a truck on our way to some camp where there was the rest of our people.

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