will we ever see him with this color


The “Angry Dark Skin Friend”

There’s a common pattern in many forms of black media where there are 2 black female characters who are friends or sisters, one being lighter in skintone, while the other is darker. Even though darkskin and lightskin women form friendships all the time, the way they’re commonly depicted in Black Media is what stands out and perpetuates certain stereotypes:

1. in the film/show/etc, the main character/focus of the 2 is typical the lighter skin woman

2. this makes the darker skin woman the “sidekick”

3. the lighter skin woman is portrayed as prettier, nicer, “classier”, more reserved, and/or overall more likeable and desirable

4. the darker skin woman is portrayed as shady, mean, loud, desperate, abrasive, aggressive, and/or overall less attractive (many would say “ghetto”)

These photos show just a few examples that came to mind…

Coming to America (1988) - The darker skin sister was more desperate for a man, chasing after Prince Akeem, Simi, and even her sister’s ex-fiancé. In the frame of society’s norms, this would be seen as “fast”, “tacky” or lacking in morals, which would therefore, make her less fitting to be a wife.

House Party (1990) - The darker skin friend (AJ Johnson) was the louder, more outgoing friend who was ready to date both Kid & Play, whereas Tisha Campbell’s character was more timid, and ended up being Kid’s “better suited” love interest.

Martin (1992-1997) - Once again, Tisha Campbell is playing the main female character, Gina Waters, and love interest to the main character, Martin Payne. While Gina is depicted as a kinder, classier, professional, “wifey” type, her best friend/assistant Pamela James, played by Tichina Arnold, is depicted as a loud, angry, man-less, berating black woman with “buckshots” and “beedeebees” in her “horse” hair, who was constantly butting heads with Martin.

Proud Family (2001-2005) - Penny, the lighter skin girl, was the main character with Dijonay, the darker skin girl, as the friend/sidekick. Dijonay had a less “traditional” name, as did her many siblings, was portrayed as louder, having more attitude, and was constantly chasing after Sticky, a boy who not only didn’t want her, but preferred the lighter skin friend, Penny.

Rick Ross’ Music Video for “Aston Martin Music” (2010) - In the early portion of the video, we see a young Ricky out on the block with other neighborhood kids, dreaming about owning a luxury car one day. Among the kids there’s 2 young girls, one darker skin and the other lighter skin. While the darker skin girl is quick to berate him and tear down his dreams of ever being that successful, raising her voice and waving her finger in his face, the lighter skin girl is quick to reassure him and support his dream. Once again, this display reaffirms the stereotype of darker skin women being mean, bitter, and angry, while lighter skin women are kinder, sweeter, and happier.

Q&A Cristina, Kieran, Mark and the politics of trust

“clockwork-artifices said: Hello, Cassie. I<3 Cristina, so i wanted to ask about her. She’s been described as someone who’s been hurt and betrayed in the past (and recently), therefore she doesn’t really trust people that easily now, so with that in mind i couldn’t totally understand 


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Hey, can I ask you a question? Sure. How do you know if a guy you’ve been hanging out with likes you? You like him? Uh-huh, but I think he hates me. Ask him. Doesn’t want to talk about it. No guy ever does. How do I know, then? Does he get that look in his eye when he’s with you? What look? You’ll know it when you see it.

It was really windy and beautiful on campus today, and I got to enjoy it all even more because of my new glasses!😄

Happy trans day of visibility to all the closeted kids like me. Happy trans day of visibility for all the brown kids like me. Happy trans day of visibility to all the fat kids like me. I know we don’t see people that look like us very often in the media, but we’re important, we’re beautiful, and we’re out here. Go through this year uplifting and protecting each other. We need to be united now more than ever.

¡Solidaridad, siempre!


anonymous asked:

So like I'm on vacation & rarely use my phone but last night after a heavenly day I decided to check and was fucking greeted by the media still portraying Louis as a homophobe & Trump banning the strongest of people from our Military. I sobbed for our transgender community and was outraged for the sweetest of souls. I met Louis when he was up in Amsterdam (I'm vacationing thru Europe & North Africa) with Eleanor, it was at a club (a Gay one) & I had the honor of talking to him (part 1)

(Part 2) I’m not gunna share what he said I will say that I did tell him that he helped me come to terms with my sexuality and be proud of the human that I am (I’m bisexual and ace to boys yet not to girls), I also told him that his voice is legendary.but let me tell you He was so proud to be with his people, he was just this vibrant being and everyone was drawn to him in a sense. I saw Oli and he’s a really good friend. Louis danced and laughed and let me tell you about his daintiness. it was an honor to see him in midst one of the most infamous Gay clubs. He’s a light of all sorts Lisa, and genuinely just wants to show the world his true colors. If I was ever in his position I’d be so mad at the world yet he’s just so in awe of it. The complete opposite. I also got to see that ass in some wicked jeans that were & I swear we’re painted on his legs. I’m telling you yesterday I broke down because a beautiful soul like his deserves only the best of the galaxy & he’s still fighting for it. I hope no one gives up on him because let me tell you we didn’t just give him the confidence to pursue his talent but we also give him the strength for him to fight for who he is. Nonethelesss, I can’t wait ‘till he’s got concerts bc I’d be the first person to scream sing all his lyrics while waving the one flag we share in common. ❤️ (I hope nothing tragic happens the next time I log in)   

anonymous asked:

Serious question: have we ever encountered a colour that doesn't look amazing on Harry?? I just saw your reblog of him in that red shirt and was like, "Damn, boy looks good in red" but really when doesn't he...

nO he looks good in every single color see 

1. red, as you said (ha that rhymed i’m a poet & i didn’t even know it)

2. orange

3. yellow

4. green

5. blue

6. purple

7. pink

8. black

9. white



Remus Lupin was still half asleep when he entered Mr. Slughorn’s room. It had been full moon and he had had an incredibly hard night. He sat down between Peter and Sirius and thought about how he could survive this day. “Are you alright?” Sirius whispered and looked at Remus concerned. “Yeah sure” Moony answered and rubbed his fingers over his forehead. He felt as if his head exploded any minute. Slughorn wasn’t there yet so Remus layed his head on the table and listened to Sirius and James talking. “Long night Lupin?” Remus looked up to see Lily Evans with a huge smile. “Yeah” Sirius answerned instead of him. “We both had a long night if you know what I mean.” He winked at Lily and Remus had to laugh. He and Sirius joked about being in a relationship ever since they were friends. Well Sirius joked about it and Remus laughed, while ignoring this weird feeling in his chest, he always had when Sirius made those jokes.

“Good morning” Professor Slughorn entered the room. In his hand he held a colorful potion, that smelled incredibly good and sweet and made Remus feel really warm. He tried to concentrate on what exactly it smelled like, but it wasn’t so easy for him, because he was so tired. He closed his eyes. Shampoo? Yes exactly! That was the same smell Sirius’ shampoo had. But that wasn’t the only thing. There was something else? “Mr. Black, instead of talking to Mr. Potter, why don’t come here and tell me what this potion smells like for you?” Sirius sighed, stood up and walk towards Slughorn. Remus tried to think even harder. Dog? Wet dog? Yes! It smelled like a wet dog smells, a smell many people hated, but after all this time he spent with Sirius this smell reminded Remus of so many happy things. He closed his eyes once again? Leather? It definitely smelled like leather. Similar to those leather jackets Sirius always wore. But why?

“Ok you wanted to know what this smells like?” Sirius asked Mr. Slughorn who smiled and nodded. “Fine… this smells really good” Sirius said, “it smells like… books and tea I think… and like” Sirius sniffed once more. “Chocolate!” What? This doesn’t smell a bit like chocolate. It smelled like dog and shampoo and leather, Remus was sure. It was like the ultimate Sirius Black potion. How could he not smell that? “Many of you will probably be confused now, because you don’t agree with Mr. Black. That’s because this potion smells different for everyone of you. Mr. Black you can sit down again”, Slughorn said. Sirius sat down and whispered: “Books, chocolate, tea. Reminds me of someone” to Remus, then continued the conversation with James he had before. “Does anyone know which potion this could be?” Slughorn asked and waited a moment for someone to answer. One of the Slytherins raised her hand. “I think it could be Amortentia”, she responded. “Exactly!” Slughorn shouted happily. “Amortentia is the strongest love potion we know and it smells different to everyone of you, according to what attracts you.” Instinctively Remus looked to Sirius. The potions smelled like him didn’t it? Leather, wet dog, shampoo. Of course it did and it wasn’t even a big surprise. But didn’t Sirius say it smelled like books, chocolate and tea. Reminds me of someone, he repeated Sirius’ words in his head. Did he actually say that? Does that mean… Remus still had his eyes fixed on Sirius, but Sirius didn’t turn his head and kept staring James instead. What does that mean? He tried not to think about it. A coincidence probably, nothing more. He tried to listen to Mr. Slughorns words, but he couldn’t concentrate on them. Books, tea, chocolate. That’s all he could think.

When the lesson was finally over he followed the other maurauders outside. James forced Peter to come with him and ask Evans if her potions smelled like him, probably risking to get punched. The other two boys walked over the grass to their herbology lesson. Remus looked at Sirius. “Books, chocolate, tea. Reminds me of someone”, Remus tried to say it as cool as possible. “Oh shut up!” Sirius said and blushed a little. He looked down. “What did yours smell like?” Remus scratched his neck. Should he tell him? “Leather, that shampoo you love more than anything in the world and wet dog.” Now Remus looked down to his feet, not daring to look at Sirius, when he suddenly felt he gently, really soft kiss on his cheek. He looked up. Sirius put his arm around Remus. With a huge smile he said: “I fucking knew it! Remus John Lupin is into me!” Remus blushed too now. “Shut up, Pads!” he said and kissed Sirius on the cheek too.

Haechan Appreciation Post
  • it’s finally this cutie’s birthday!! <3
  • he’s basically like a second ultimate bias to me
  • everyday may love for him just grows more and more and i’m so happy that i can talk about him a little here
  • even if it’s just a tinypart about my feelings, because my love for him is infinite and would be impossible to describe it with words
  • i’m just so deeply in love with him
  • but can we start talking about how perfect he is already?
  • first of all, he’s so hansome??? like ??? have you seen how beautiful this guy is??
  • he has the prettiest eyes and his smile is so breathtaking
  • i’m not lying when i say that he has the most beautiful smile i have ever seen in my entire life
  • i’m not fucking joking
  • hAVE YOU SEEN, THIS ??????
  • ignore our dream maknae and just let’s look at our 127 maknae <3
  • he’s an actual ray of sun
  • also, his !!!!!!!! skin !!!!!!!!!! tone !!!!!!!!
  • so important and glorious, oh my god
  • my skin is really fucking white, like, everyone basically bullies me bc i’m super pale but him?? his skin color is so perfect
  • also, hAVE YOU SEEN HIS MOLES???
  • i’m obsessed with his moles, especially with the one he has in his neck but he also has a few in his face and ugh, he’s so beautiful
  • and he has a really tiny scar in his eye but iT’S SO PRETTY
  • lee donghyuck is a work of art, okay? HIS WHOLE EXISTENCE IS A MASTERPIECE
  • and also, his personallity
  • i’m speechless, idk how to explain how much i love his personality
  • he’s such a bright and talkative person but also he’s so respectful and so attentive at everyones opinions
  • also, he’s really mature for his age
  • he may be super playful and loves making jokes and being an idiot but ?? what’s the point??
  • it doesn’t change the fact that he’s super caring and protective, not only with the younger members, but with everyone, even with the fans
  • he’s so sweet and he’s always telling us how much he loves us and miss us and this world deserve someone so perfect
  • his heart is made of gold, i swear
  • also, can we talk about how talented he is for a bit?
  • his voice is so angelic
  • not only whe he sings but, his voice when he talks or even he laughs
  • god, i could listen to him for hours and never get tired of it, never
  • and he’s also such a hard-working person
  • you can tell really easily that he has real passion for what he does, and, despite his young age he’s so dedicated to it
  • even if there are like a hundred of toxic person trying to bring him down he still goes to stage with a smile on his face like if he’s not heart broken on the inside by all this comments
  • when in reality he’s a really sentive person and probably things like this can make him feel terrible in just a few seconds
  • he’s so strong, and honestly, that’s so admirable
  • this prince never  fails to put a smile on my face and i’m so grateful just for being alive at the same moment that him
  • he’s such an amazing example to me and to the youngest members and you can actually tell how much chenle or jisung love him
  • i  wish him nothing but pure happiness because there’s nothing in the world that he deserves more
  • i would do everything to keep a smile in that pretty face of him, i swear
  • god, i’m so in love with him

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Disney Dreaming

Summary: You and Bucky decide to spend your honeymoon at Disney World.

Word Count: 775

Prompt: “I feel like I’m dreaming.”

A/N: This is part of the writing challenge for @just-some-drabbles.  It took a minute to come up with something with my prompt but it led to this. I also have to give some credit to @whothehellisbella because we talked about what it would be like to stay in the castle a while back. And tags are at the bottom.

Originally posted by buttcramps

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there are so many things in carry on a lot of people dont realize. baz’s casual internalized homophobia, simon’s suppression of his feelings for baz until they hit him in the face.

i think the almost complete desexualization of them in the fandom is a giant problem. baz talks about trying to “wank out” his feelings for simon, probably attempting to think and look at girls (and straight porn). and this is sad but true, and we have to talk about it. this is how so many young gay people feel, and just the fact that rainbow WROTE this is legendary, because no one ever talks about internalized homophobia.

this was the point in which we see baz is most definitely a sexual creature. if i see anyone try to headcanon him as ace or demi ill rip my eyebrows out. he’s a neurodivergent gay man of color, dont desexualize him, dont desexualize the struggle many gay people (ecsp gay ppl of color) go through. internalized homophobia has everything to do with sex.

not to mention to fandom doesnt seem to think simon has any chance of being sexual in any nature other than baz’s wet dreams. yall completely infantilize the boy who was totally trying to get some of that vampire ass as soon as possible. and this probably has something to do with how he’s heavily coded as autistic, but im not gonna get into that.

you guys seems to forget simon and baz are adults but also still teenaged boys. theres more porn for keith and lance- two underaged boys- than simon and baz.

C: Around March of last year, I really fell off with a girl I used to be friends with, let’s call her K. Basically K started being very jealous of me because a guy I later found out she wanted, ended up asking her to talk to me on his behalf and instead of K just telling me she had liked the man and they’d had history, she kept quiet but became a very bad and mean person towards the end of our friendship after I’d gone on a few dates with this guy. I had seen some bad signs of her from the two years we were friends but I had ignored them because I’m so not confrontational unless someone really pushes me. But one night I had enough of her snarky behavior and basically called her out and ended that friendship on a sour note. Mind you I didn’t even vibe with that guy and cut him off and told her she can have him basically so this is not about him anymore. Unfortunately, K and I still have some friends in common, and we inevitably run into each other at functions occasionally. She always wants to be fake and talk to me and say hi but I just wish I didn’t have to see her ever again honestly, just because the way she treated me the last few weeks of our friendship made me realize her true colors as a person and what she’s capable of. I don’t know how to tell one of Ks friends, M, who took to me and really likes me, that I can’t be friends with her anymore just because she ALWAYS has K around for things. I don’t want to be invited to things she does when K is involved too. I don’t want to be around any negative or vile energy even if it means I will have to loose a friendship. I feel so bad, but at least they’ll have each other still if I cut M off, because while I don’t like K, M has yet to see the side if K I saw those last few weeks so they are good friends. But lately I’ve been feeling like I don’t wanna be connected to K in any way anymore and M is the only link left so 🤷‍♀️

thefoundationproject  asked:

Not necessarily AU but I've always wanted to see new jounin!Orochimaru experiencing his first sudden massive crush the first time he meets/works with Sakumo. His teammates are alarmed and amused.

Something’s up with Orochimaru.

Tsunade doesn’t have to be a genius to see that much, though knowing him well probably helps. He’s been…quiet. Quieter than normal, and Orochimaru’s reserved but never exactly shy, but he’s still entirely failed to speak up the last few days when Sarutobi calls meetings or assembles the jounin for deployment. Which is just weird, because Orochimaru’s never one to sit on his ideas when they could help with the war effort.

Eyeing him carefully, she leans back against the tree they’re sitting under, a few yards from the entrance to one of the training grounds. Jiraiya’s on her other side, talking loudly about something she’ll probably want to hit him for if she pays attention—she knows that tone all too well—but for once Orochimaru isn’t listening to their teammate, either. Usually one of Jiraiya’s rants will include Orochimaru rolling his eyes at least once every three minutes, but Orochimaru hasn’t even glanced over. All of his attention is on the road, and he keeps casting quick-flickering glances back towards the village.

Very suspicious, Tsunade thinks.

“Deploying the bulk of the jounin near the Ame border seems like a risk,” she says.

It’s a mild test, but Orochimaru’s lip immediately curls in disgust. He digs into his egg custard with more force than is strictly required and bites out, “It’s ridiculous. Ame’s geography favors Iwa, given the amount of open land, and we don’t have the numbers to make up for their advantage.”

That’s about what Tsunade was thinking. “Funny you didn’t say that, though,” she says mildly, and Orochimaru goes very, very still. “I’ve never known you to sit on an opinion before.”

If she isn’t utterly mistaken, there’s a flush rising in Orochimaru’s pale cheeks, one she only ever used to see when Jiraiya was being especially handsy during their genin days. It’s been a long time since Orochimaru got over that particular crush, and Tsunade stares at him now, at the averted eyes and rising color and aggrieved slant to his mouth, and feels glee bubbling up inside of her.

Really?” she says, delighted. “Who?”

Because if Orochimaru was too busy staring at the object of his affection to even criticize shoddy tactics, he’s already in deep. Tsunade hasn’t noticed him lingering around anyone, but there has to be someone.

“What?” Jiraiya says, baffled, finally catching up to their conversation. “What are we talking about?”

“Orochimaru has a crush,” Tsunade says, and after all the grief Orochimaru and Jiraiya have given her for Dan, she has no compunction sharing the information.

Jiraiya’s jaw drops. “What? Bastard, no, no no no no.” He waves his hands desperately. “You don’t get to do that. No way. Not an option.”

Orochimaru rolls his eyes and gives Tsunade a look that promises retribution. She just grins back, all teeth, and silently dares him to try it. “What, having human emotions?” he demands testily.

“Yes!” Jiraiya squawks, leveling a finger in his face. Orochimaru eyes it like he’s considering what diseases he’ll get if he tries to bite it off, and whether they’re worth it. “And sex! You’re not allowed to have sex! And especially not before me, okay?”

Aha, vindication. “I knew you hadn’t slept with Ruri!” Tsunade says triumphantly, rounding on him. “You bastard, you told me you were dating and you’d slept together and you were lying!”

Jiraiya blanches, then flushes crimson all the way down to his fishnets. “I—you—I did not!” he splutters. “Third base, we got to third base, it counts—!”

“You’re still a virgin this is so fitting—”

“I should have buried you both in the forest when we were genin,” Orochimaru says with absolute disgust, getting ready to push to his feet. “I hate you both.”

He’s a skinny, scrawny thing, and it’s the work of half a second for Tsunade to pick him up, drag him across her lap, and plop him down squarely between herself and Jiraiya. “Oh no,” she warns, looping an arm around his waist and pinning him there. “You still haven’t told us who it is, don’t even think about escaping.”

Always ready to redirect Tsunade’s attention to torturing someone else, Jiraiya agreeably slings an arm over Orochimaru’s shoulders. “Yeah, what she said,” he agrees. “Is it that Hyuuga jounin? With a the scar? Oh, what about the Morino woman? She’s sexy.”

“Yuuhi,” Tsunade chimes in. “He’s handsome, if you like the craggy old-soldier type.”

“Let me go,” Orochimaru protests, twisting between them, but he hasn’t pulled out a weapon or a snake yet, so he clearly isn’t trying that hard to escape. Tsunade smirks at him, and it’s only because she’s looking him in the face that she sees the quick, furtive flicker of his eyes to the road, the way they widen slightly.

Oho, Tsunade thinks gleefully, turning to look for who’s coming. Just one figure, halfway across the bridge and heading for the training ground, and suddenly it’s a lot clearer just why Orochimaru casually suggested they eat in this spot.

“Hatake,” she guesses lazily, and Orochimaru shoot her a look of pure alarm and makes her grin. He casts another vaguely desperate look at the white-haired man approaching, and oh, now everything makes sense. Orochimaru had looked like he was paying attention at the meeting, because Sakumo was at the very front, discussing deployment with Sarutobi. He’d been standing near the Hokage, giving Orochimaru the freedom to stare at him the whole time, and Tsunade hadn’t even noticed.

She’s not about to let it go now, though.

Sakumo?” Jiraiya yelps, and Orochimaru lunges like he’s going to rip out his vocal cords, only for Tsunade to haul him back before any damage can be done. “You have a crush on my friend?”

“Despite his taste in companions,” Orochimaru says bitingly, “he has several redeeming qualities. Tsunade, remove your hand or I will remove it for you­—”

Tsunade leans in, smacks a loud, showy kiss against one pale cheek, and says, “You’ll thank me for this later.”

Orochimaru loses about four shades of color from his face, and opens his mouth to start what will probably be a massively destructive jutsu. Never slow for long, Jiraiya slaps a massive palm across his mouth, and is promptly tackled by a hundred and twenty pounds of furious snake summoner.

Tsunade takes advantage of the distraction without hesitation. “Hatake!” she shouts, and Orochimaru yelps in alarm, trying to fling himself at her, but she just smirks in his face as Jiraiya wrestles him down and calls to the man looking up at them in bemusement, “My friend thinks you’re hot!”

She points at Orochimaru just to make sure there’s no confusion, and he snarls, kicks Jiraiya in the face, and throws himself at her, tackling her to the ground. She goes down laughing, entirely, absolutely sure that she caught red washing across Sakumo’s face to match the color in Orochimaru’s cheeks.

Colors // Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland + Reader (Y/N)

Description: Where reader admires Tom from a distance, not knowing anything about him (even his name) the reader describes him in color, only to find out she wasn’t the only one.

Warnings: None!

He was beautiful, in a way that everyone knew. It wasn’t obvious, but everyone he came across wanted to find the beauty he held.

I was no exception. I studied him in colors, not knowing his name. When I figured out the mood he was in by the way he acted, i painted him with a color.

It was the middle of fall and I had seen him in the park, he was walking his dog and he held a smile the whole time I observed him. I was never too close to him, but his atmosphere felt calming, quiet. He waved and he smiled at everyone who passed by. As I sat in the park and he smiled at me I saw every shadow in my soul being lit. I smiled back and decided he was like the sun. Today, he is yellow.

It was the beginning of winter break and as I waited for the bus right outside of my campus I saw him speaking to one of his friends. He had a book in his hand and his glasses were pushed up to the top of his head. He laughed and it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. I looked at him and he looked so cool. The sky was grey but he was not. I looked at him and I felt happy, relieved. Today, he was purple.

It was the end of march and I was stopped at a corner when I saw him, he ran his hands through his hair as he stood in front of another woman and an open door. She was crying and he was on the verge, he seemed to have not want to let it out though. Another man walked out and my colorless man looked distraught. The woman began to say something, from the tone of her voice she sounded desperate, but he turned out of the doorway and walked away. He lifted his head, his hand running through his hair. He smiled when he saw me, briefly, before walking a different direction. His head hung low and his hands pulled at his grown out brunette hair. There was no doubt. Today, he was red.

It was the beginning of summer. It was only seventy four degrees. I was now standing next to my friend, Brian, and he was talking about his new music class. I looked up to catch my colors looking at me - except, he wasn’t. He was looking at Brian, with distaste I think it was. My heart pounded as he looked to me, his expression shifting drastically, a smile gracing his features. I returned it while looking back at Brian, my colors in my peripheral vision, seeing his distaste return. Today, he was green.

Sorry. It was eighty three degrees outside and the sun was beating everyone down as they rushed to find any shade they could. He was no exception. He ran toward me as I walked to the library I usually found myself in during hot days, there was an air conditioner and reading gave me no concept of time, proving true to me when I looked up hours later to see the sun gone. He rushed into me and I saw him but we had collided too quickly for me to move. Sorry was the first word he ever spoke to me. I replayed the word in my head as I became fascinated with the color of worry glistening in his eyes. He looked down smiling at me. I smiled back.

“Going into the library, too?”

I nodded.

“Let me get that for you.”

He opened the door and led me into the library with his hand on my back, guiding me. At that moment all of his colors blended together. The definite color was something new and it was nameless, like him, but I decided it was my favorite color.

“I see you all the time.” I smiled before I felt my face heating up, a sure pink showing on my face, “Would ya look at that, you’re pink today.”

I looked up at him shocked. “What did you just say?”

He smiled again, laughing a little. “Usually you’re blue, you know? Calm, peaceful. Maybe even purple. You’re pink today.” He shrugged after his explanation, turning a shade I assumed was similar to mine.

“I guess you are, too.”

anonymous asked:

Can you please write how story will turns out (after the party) if MC actually is a favourite daughter of the head of the most powerful criminal organization and even Saeran didn't know it, bc it was hidden very well? And her dad actually lost her for that 11 days. For RFA + Saeran +V. Hope, you'll like this idea. Love your writing!

I love requests like this, I’ve read them on other imagines blogs and it was so hard not to go the same way they did, so I tried to keep it soft. Like, her dad is very angry, but he can be very sarcastic and more passive aggressive than really violent and intimidating, and MC is the only one who’s not scared of him. And I think I just made this clear on Saeran one, but MC doesn’t have a mom here, which probably made her father even more concerned, since she’s the only one he has.

Hope you like it! ^^

TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of a panic attack on Saeran one

RFA + V and Saeran meeting MC’s criminal father


  • You tell him your gangsta boss dad wants to meet him
  • He thinks is a joke at first, but when you two come to your father’s house and he sees the guns… boy
  • He was nervous just because he had to meet your father, now he’s pretty much scared.
  • “Sweetie, is this your new bodyguard? If you wanted a pretty one, you should have asked me instead of looking for one on some stranger’s apartment. You roll your eyes.
  • “Oh, I’ve seen the news, isn’t that the guy accused of sexual harassment?” “Which he already proved being innocent, dad. Something that would never happen if you went to trial. “
  • Zen is scared of seeing his delicate and sweet princess so feisty, but thinks your interaction with your father is kinda funny.
  • Not so funny when your father brings up everything he found about him. School dropout, former member of a biker’s gang and those promo pictures for “Promiscuous Jalapeno”…  your father doesn’t even know what to think.
  • But the worst is the fact that you disappeared from his sight for 11 days and came back with this guy… “Oh, she wasn’t with me for 11 days, sir. She’s been at my house for 2 nights, well, one and a half, technically…” ZEN, SHUT UP!
  • By that point you’re pretty much done with your dad’s passive aggressive threats and Zen’s brutal honesty, so you snap: “Daddy, listen to me. I was staying at this apartment for a couple of days, then he broke his leg and I went to his house to help him, but he kicked me out during night, which I must say… not cool, Zen! I got back to the apartment, which had a bomb on it, and then there was this weird punk guy talking about taking me to paradise or whatever, and Zen saved me, dad! I love him and I never felt safer like I feel around him!”
  • “You… saved her?” “Of course! She was left on her own at this apartment with a bomb! Can you believe it, sir?” and then the two of them started talking about your safety and… well, you were relieved they found something in common.
  • In the end, your father is very impressed about his fast healing and the fact that this isn’t his real name. “We work with fake names around here too.”
  • “You look very strong, son. If you ever consider changing careers, I might have something for you…” you refuse before Zen can say anything.


  • He’s so scared when you tell him your father wants to meet him
  •  And you didn’t even mention he is the head of the mafia
  • When you do… poor thing, he keeps saying he’s fine, but you can see him shaking.
  •  And all those guns on the dinner table aren’t helping at all…
  • “Hi, sir… I’m Yoosung Kim, I’m a vet student at Sky University, I’m 21 years old and this isn’t my natural hair color!” What the fuck, Yoosung?
  • “Oh,I see… sweetie, I thought you were bringing your boyfriend to dinner, who’s that girl?” “Very funny, dad.” He’s so terrified at the guns he doesn’t even hear this comment.
  • “So, sweetie… long time no see, what you’ve been up too? I mean, besides going to stranger’s apartments and dating guys who could come across as your younger brother?” Now Yoosung listens, how mean…
  • “Nothing much, dad. I’ve been trying to get away from your overprotective care and dating a guy who hasn’t a criminal record, for a change. What about you?” Yoosung couldn’t believe the way you treat each other, if he ever talked with his mother like that… well, he wouldn’t be here to tell the story.
  • Your dad keeps throwing these shady comments during all dinner, and you know Yoosung didn’t say anything yet because he’s trying to be respectful, not because he is a coward, so you let it out:
  • “Yoosung, don’t worry, I love you and I’m not going anywhere, no matter what my father says. And as for you, dad, I… do you really want to know what happened in those 11 days? I’ll tell you! I was trapped with a bomb on his dead cousin’s apartment, may god rest her soul, and this guy  here did anything he could to find who led me there. See his eye? It’s MY fault! And it’s completely unfair to him to be treated like that when all he’s done to me is caring and loving me. So, please… just stop being this prick to the MAN I chose!”
  • “What happened to your eye, son?” “Oh, I… I was just gaining some time for my friend to run away, a guy… tortured me and…” “And you lived to tell? That guy was an amateur…” “Or maybe I’m stronger than you think, sir.” OH WOW!
  • In the end, your father really appreciates Yoosung’s devotion to you, since loyalty is something very important in his… business.
  • He also likes how despite all that, he seems like a very innocent guy… oh, father! If he only knew the things you are gonna do with your boyfriend after seeing him so confident like that…


  • When you tell her your father wants to meet her, she seems fine?
  • Then you tell her about his… job, and she’s… not even impressed? Okay…
  • It looks more like you’ve never been here before, she… feels so calm…
  • “Hi, sweetie, you brought a friend for dinner?” “Girlfriend, daddy.”
  • “Oh… I see…” his tone is so monotone and cold, neither of you can tell what he’s thinking. Honestly, you can live with your father being a criminal, but he being a homophobic? That’s another story!
  • “I should have seen it coming, all these guys who work for me on this house every day, and you never showed any interest on any of them.” “I like guys too, daddy, But the mafia thing, you know… is not really my type.”
  • “Well, sweetie, you should make up your mind before you hurt this poor woman…” “Bisexuality is a real thing, sir. And I won’t be hurt since I’m bisexual as your daughter.” “Jaehee?” you look at her surprised, she’s not even looking at him and just calmly drinks her water.
  • “Okay, Ms. Kang. But should I be worried about you hurting my daughter, then? You seem a little older than her, maybe a little more experienced, my daughter is a immature naïve girl who disappeared from me for almost two weeks and came back thinking she’s bisexual… you are not using her, are you?” “Daddy, come on…”
  • “You should think higher of your own daughter, sir. She’s younger, but she’s smart and if you must know, she’s the one who’s been showing a lot more of knowledge in life helping me through my change of careers.” “Oh, really? Tell me more about that.”
  • And then she tells everything about leaving C  & R and opening her own business, and then she tells a little about her life, how was growing up at a house where she wasn’t wanted, graduating early in college and being a black belt in judo. sometimes I forget how baddass she is, Ilove her so much
  • When she finishes, your dad is enchanted, and you fell in love with her all over again.
  •  “I apologize, Ms. Kang. You are a very amazing woman who does justice to another amazing woman. If you ever want some help with your business, I’ll be more than glad to take down the competition…” “I would rather do that providing a good service, sir, but thanks…”
  • “Marry her, or I will…” your father whispers to you.


  • You tell him about dinner with your father.  He’s glad, he’s been longing to make your relationship official to both the families.
  • When you tell him about  the mafia, he’s… curious. How come a sweet and innocent girl like you grew up at such a violent environment?
  • He promises he’ll try not to be judgmental, but as soon as he sees the henchmen in position and the guns… he’s legitimately worried about you.
  • “Hello, how is your father?” “He’s fine, thank you for asking. Do you know each other?” “Well, his company has been a pain on my ass for a while now…” “It’s my company too, as it is very likely I’ll be the next CEO.” Jumin, shut up!
  •  “I see… maybe we can do business pretty soon.” “Right now, I would rather focus on getting to know my future father-in-law.” Uhh, Jumin, so smooth…
  • “Oh, so you’re the one who kept her trapped at your house for two days?” “I believe it was three days, sir.” WHAT THE FUCK, JUMIN? YOU’RE GONNA MENTION THE CAGE TOO?
  • “Daddy, I was completely fine with him there. And I must say I felt way safer with him than I ever felt here with all these… guns… and your… employees…” both of the men feel really flustered with your response.
  • “Now, sweetie, don’t be ungrateful. You might see me as overprotective, but I’m always concerned for your safety. And don’t let yourself be fooled. He looks like a gentleman, but if he is anything like his father, you might be in trouble.” Oh boy…
  • “I’m sure you mean well, sir. But I should warn you I’m nothing like my father. And I must say I understand very well why would you be overprotective of such a adorable lady, but you should let her be free to make her own decisions. That’s… something I’m learning by myself as well…” both you and your father feel very thrilled right now.
  • “Well, I suppose she was safe with you after all, much better than being by herself at some stranger’s apartment…”
  • Your father is very impressed about Jumin’s respect for you, he feels as reliable as any of his henchmen, and most importantly, you seem so happy… how can he fight against your happiness?
  • Dinner is over, and you accompany Jumin to his car where Driver Kim is waiting. “Jumin, be honest…” “Yes, MC?” “How many times you held yourself of answering everytime I said ‘daddy’?” “More than you would like to know, MC…”


  • He’s pretty nervous about meeting your father when you tell him.
  • But when you tell him about his job, he’s surprisingly more relaxed?
  • Oh come on, he’s been dealing with shady people his whole life! Why would he be worried?
  • “Oh sweetie, you brought a clown with you, when is your boyfriend coming?” Saeyoung has a comeback involving “coming”, you almost can read his mind and just glare at him, so he gives up.
  • “So… you must be the boy who got trapped with my daughter at some stranger’s apartment, then took her to this secret cult organization, huh?” “Yeah, and don’t forget the bomb!” Goddamit, Saeyoung!
  • “Well, if it makes you feel any better, daddy, he really tried to push me away, but I was very insistent.” “Push you away how, sweetie?” “The same things you used to tell my mom…” oh, that explains a lot…
  • “I see, so you were a jerk to her…” shit, you though it would be enough… it only made it worse!
  • “Yes, but if it is the same case here, I’m sure you were only thinking about your wife’s safety…” “And yet she ended knocked up, are you trying to imply it’ll be the case here?” SHIT SHIT SHIT!
  • Saeyoung sees his confidence fading away. This man is different, he’s not just some thug, he’s you father, the man who raised you. Why did he think he could be okay with all this? Your father is absolutely right about hating him, he put you in big danger!
  • You see your boyfriend conscience splitting, it’s too much for you to handle, so you vent: “Daddy, don’t be like that! Mom always told me how much you suffered acting like that around her, he suffered the same way, daddy! Even worse, because the person who was after me it’s his own brother who he didn’t see for a long time and… daddy, if you only knew what kind of hell the two of them grew up….” You couldn’t help but cry, Saeyoung hugs you, he doesn’t even care your father is watching this.
  • “Tell me, son. I want to hear your story.” And then Saeyoung tells him everything, always holding your hand.
  • “And your father is the current prime minister? I never liked that guy, anyway. He’s always been a despicable little man!” that coming from the mafia’s head…


  • He’s freaking out about meeting your dad, because he doesn’t really feel comfortable around, well… people
  • Then you tell him about your father’s job, and he thinks it’s kinda cute you trying to joke to make him relax
  • You tell him is not a joke, he doesn’t believe it because he did a whole background check on you before deciding you should be the one to stay at Rika’s apartment, and there wasn’t no mention about this.
  • But, come to think of it, this kind of information shouldn’t be easy to find out, right? Oh shit…
  • But your father being a criminal doesn’t really bother him, he would be terrified about him even if your father were a geologist or whatever.
  • The guns and the whole atmosphere on the house is very familiar to him… it reminds him of… oh no! He can’t go there on a moment like this!
  • “So… if this isn’t the one who kidnapped my daughter. Seriously, sweetie? Stockholm Syndrome? I thought I taught you not to fall in love with criminals…”
  • “W-Well, sir, there’s also Lima Syndrome, when the kidnapper is the one in love…” oh no, Saeran… please keep quiet…
  • “How romantic, huh?” your father scoffs, Saeran feels the air escaping from his lungs for a moment, no… no no! Stay calm, Saeran…
  • Dinner is being a disaster, your father keeps glaring and insulting Saeran on his usual passive aggressive manner. You look at Saeran, you’ve seen him like this before, he’s…
  • “He’s having a panic attack!” you jump out of your chair and go to him, your father never seen you move so fast.  He observes you helping this kid telling him to inhale and exhale like he learned in therapy… what’s going on?
  • “Thanks a lot, daddy!” “MC, calm down… I’m okay…” “No, Saeran, he has to listen! Dad, if you can live in peace with your own crimes, good for you, but not everybody is capable of. You see this guy here? He tells me everyday how much he regrets the things he did. I’m able to forgive the men I love, I did it with you, why wouldn’t I do for him?”
  • “You’re… in love with me?” “I already told you that, Saeran…” “Yeah, but if you’re saying in front of you father, you really mean it…” “Well, yeah, I meant before too…”
  • Then your father realize this is just a very lost kid, like he used to be when we was younger. Your mom passed away very young, so he always wondered if she would be able to make him regret it and have a normal life. He’s so glad your mother’s kindness lives through you and if you’re so willing to heal this guy, who is he to get on the way?


  • He’s very happy when you tell him your father wants to meet him.
  • And he doesn’t seem to mind your father’s job. “If he was able to raise such a wonderful person like you, he’s not bad at all. Who am I to judge him, anyway?” This guy…
  • And he doesn’t even flinch when your father shower him with threats disguised as questions. “Do you know what people like me do when their loved ones disappear?” “Are you really that insane to show up here like nothing happened?”
  •  “Daddy, please stop…” “I’m just trying to understand what’s gotten into you, sweetie. This older blind guy and… you? I’m sorry to say, but I never knew you had so much daddy issues…” “What are you even saying, dad?”
  •  “With all due respect, sir, daddy issues most of times implies that the daughter seeks for his father features on men she falls in love with. For what I can tell, you and I are nothing alike.” Oh no… V being passive-aggressive gives you the creeps more than all these henchmen…
  • “You’re right, I’ve never put her in dangerous on purpose. You, on the other hand, allowed her to stay at a place where I know it happens to have a bomb, correct?” “Yet, she claims she’s never felt safer, that says a lot about your own household, no?”
  • This polite fight is driving you insane. How can they discus about you like if you were not even there? “SHUT UP YOU BOTH! Dad, you have every right to be mad, but you should know this man here was doing his best to make sure that, whatever was happening, I wouldn’t be hurt, and he didn’t even know me that well… and V, please don’t talk to my father like that, he’s just as scared and worried as you were, and please, don’t ever talk about me or my life as if I couldn’t speak for myself.”
  • “I’m so sorry, love, I had no idea I was acting like that!” he rushes to hug you and keeps apologizing, your father wonders if this man is real…
  • “Sir, I sincerely apologize for my behavior. I know exactly how it feels wanting to protect someone you cherish this much. Just know you raised an amazing woman with the most beautiful soul and I deeply respect you for that.” Your father thought you were the one in danger? Now he feels sorry for this poor man having to handle your temper… and nah, he can’t possibly be real, can he?

emperor-princess  asked:

Bc I love everything you write about him, what are some of your personal fav bakugou headcanons?

oh goodness lmao there’s a a lot

  • Bakugou is the Mom Friend (along with Iida)
  • he is very much Aggressively Kind
  • Best Jeanist suggested he couldn’t do something as delicate and difficult as style hair so Bakugou fucking learned just to spite him and now he’s the GODDAMN BEST HAIRSTYLIST SO FUCK YOU BEST JEANIST
  • also may or may not have learned how to do make up too just b/c
  • the other students often ask him to style their hair (tho some of them refuse to let Bakugou’s hands near their heads). he never refuses them
  • Bakugou’s hands were covered in glitter after styling Aoyama’s hair and he vowed to never style his hair again
  • he asks Momo to make hair ties/hair clips for when he’s styling hair and he always gives her really detailed requests, and she enjoys making what he asks b/c it allows her to practice detail. he does this b/c it’s safer than leaving the dorms to buy hair decorations, or ordering online which an enemy could switch with something dangerous
  • Bakugou rescues kittens and refuses to admit it
  • when he grows up his face stays really young looking and babyfaced. this actually makes him more terrifying
  • his sideburns grow out a little when he’s older
  • he keeps his slight height advantage over Izuku when they grow up. i don’t think he becomes super tall tho, maybe around Aizawa’s height or so
  • he ends up with scars on his arms when he’s older b/c enemies think that the easiest way to incapacitate him is to get rid of his arms
  • he’s Ace
  • tbh i kinda waver between Aro Bakugou and Demi-romantic Bakugou but both are good and i love them both
  • he’s a bit touch sensitive. mostly b/c he just… doesn’t really like being touched. i think part of this is his natural standoff-ish personality, but part of it comes from the fact that his entire body was under the control of that sludge villain in the first chapter, and that must’ve felt really, really invasive and violating
  • he’s got literally perfect beautiful white teeth and he’s never had a cavity in his life ever
  • he’s really good at cooking. probably b/c his mom made him help around the house. probably b/c it’s a good skill to have in general
  • tbh i think that he isn’t really that great at drawing lmao. like i don’t think he’s awful at it, but i don’t think he’s amazing, either. i think he’s like… somewhere in the middle
  • he covers his food with spices and hot sauce and red pepper flakes
  • until proven otherwise, i’m convinced that his room is basically a carbon copy of Izuku’s
  • kid refuses to wear socks. like, he doesn’t even wear ankle socks. this is based on the fact that every image i’ve ever seen of him where we see his ankles from under his pants, he’s just… never wearing socks. maybe he has something against socks. idk. he just never wears them
  • i think he just really likes wearing tank tops b/c he’s almost always wearing one. either to bed, or under his school clothes, or when training, or even in his hero outfit. he just really likes to wear tank tops. particularly dark colored ones. he probably owns like at least a dozen tank tops
  • his palms are like SUPER ROUGH and full of callouses b/c the skin on them is thicker thanks to his quirk
  • his hands probably smell weird b/c of the nitroglycerin-like sweat that comes from them
  • his hair is actually super soft
  • never wears hairspray b/c that stuff is flammable and his quirk causes explosions, so
  • if Bakugou were ever to have romantic feelings for someone, he would try to push them away or hide them b/c he’s 100% focused on his hero career, and he doesn’t wanna be distracted by dumb things like romance. (which makes me laugh b/c i had this headcanon for a long while and then it was confirmed with Uraraka in the latest chapters, lmao)
  • Bakugou Really Likes To Sleep. he’s not a night owl or an early bird. he just. really likes to sleep. this is based on how he woke up at noon during the free day after the festival, and how he went to bed early the first day they got to the dorms
  • Bakugou is naturally talented but he studied like hell to earn his amazing grades
  • he’s that guy in highschool who carried around a giant jug of water
  • he’s an angry crier 
  • he doesn’t really mind the nicknames people have for him, like Kacchan or Lil Baku. idk, they just don’t bother him for some reason??
  • he wore an All Might onsie as a toddler
  • figured out that All Might cussed in english at a young age and emulated him by saying as many swear words as he could in japanese
  • he’s Really Good at english b/c he knew All Might liked to speak in english occasionally so he learned a bit of it

this ended up way longer than i expected it to be lmao. anywhere here’s a collecetion of some of my personal fave Bakugou headcanons

does it count as headcanons if some of these are actually kind of canon

Sharp as a Blade

Summary: Virgil shows up to a filming session with a little bit of something on his face, much to his embarrassment.

Word Count: 1990

Warnings: none! maybe some minor anxiety, but otherwise it’s pretty dang fluffy

Pairings: none, though everyone has their little moments with Virgil that could be read as romantic probably


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It’s Been a While Part 2 (Richie Tozier x reader)

PART 1: https://my-heart-burns-there-too.tumblr.com/post/166444818957/its-been-a-while-richie-tozier-x-reader-part

Pairing: Richie Tozier x reader

Request: sort of, you guys seem to really like it and I’ve been planning on continuing it :)

Warnings: INTENSE CLIFFHANGER IM SO SORRY GUYS I LOVE YOU(don’t beat my ass it’ll be worth it I promise)

A/N: This is so much fun to write, I might make 3-5 parts, if you have any ideas you know where to find me ❤️

“Hey Rich, might wanna close your mouth or you could catch flies. It’s been a while, I’ve missed you,” you said breathlessly, your cheeks growing hot as you softly smiled and went to sit next to him.

Richie tried to gain his compusure but it just couldn’t be real. He looked to you briefly, wanting to say a million things such as ‘I love you’ or ‘where the fuck have you been Y/N? I missed you so much,’ yet he couldn’t say anything. So he looked away and began talking to Eddie. Your heart shattered.

Yet you still sat next to him, trying to look happy as ever, telling Bill how impressed you were with his speaking skills and laughing whenever Beverly would make a joke. You looked over to Richie, only to see him already staring at you with a scared yet loving look in his eyes. He quickly averted his gaze as his face bloomed with color and he began asking about the plan for tomorrow.

“So, Mike, how do we beat this piece of shit? I personally think we should head to the fuckers house tomorrow with the weapons we’re going to pick up,” as Richie spoke his hand shifted under the table to grab your hand, his thumb running over your knuckles. Because if Richie couldn’t tell you how he felt, he’d at least try to show you he didn’t hate you. Your head snapped up, looking at him with disbelief.

Richie smiled at you warmly. “Well, meet you guys tomorrow?? I’ve got a fucking clown to hunt,” he chuckled, and everybody else at the table laughed too knowing that he was the same trashmouth he was since he was 13.

Everybody exited the restaurant, bidding their goodbyes and hugging each other farewell until tomorrow. Richie pulled you aside after everyone left and pulled you as close to him as he could. “Y/N…,” he kissed your forehead, “I’ve missed you so much, you’re so beautiful… I thought you’d never come back.”

You put your face in his neck and kissed it, “I always knew I would come back Richie. I always knew. I love you so much,” tears started to stream down your cheeks. His thumb softly wiped them away, leaning down to kiss you. His lips and yours, it was better than any firework show, it was better than any explosion or supernova. He was meant for you.

“How about I walk you home, Y/N,” he said softly as he pulled away, interlocking your fingers. You nodded, you’ve never been happier.

Richie dropped you off at your hotel room, kissing you goodbye and goodnight. Now you lay in bed, and despite the circumstances, you felt absolutely wonderful. He was the man you loved, and fucking hell were you going to keep that promise.

You heard droplets coming from your sink, you probably didn’t turn it off all the way after brushing your teeth. You walked to the bathroom to turn it off, yet something was wrong.

You were hearing the whispers.

“We’ve found you Y/N, we’ve found you,” they whispered, the accumulation of voices making a deafening volume.

You began to scream, not this quickly. The clown wouldn’t, you’d only just gotten back to Derry.

A gloved hand fell over your mouth. “When you float down here with me, and the others, nobody will be able to hear you scream.”


On October 8, 2016 I married the most amazing man God could ever create for me. It’s so wonderful to see all the plans He has, and how He orchestrates them so beautifully. Sadly, To this day I still have people ask me “what I see in a white man”. “Why him? He’s white”. Why him?! Because he’s the most loving, patient, caring, Godfearing, strong, humble man I have ever met. Because he loves me unconditionally. Because he is my best friend and support. Sadly, we still live in a world where instead of seeing the love we have for one another people see the color of our skin. I’ll just let them continue to hate, meanwhile we will continue to love, and one day bring some pretty beautiful mixed babies into the world. ❤

Why do people still take drugs?

The drugs are as old as humanity itself, and they certainly fulfill something of immense value. I am against drugs, but my being against drugs is for the same reason as for thousands of years people have been addicted to the drugs.

It may look very strange. The drugs are capable to give you a hallucinatory experience beyond the mundane world. That is the experience that is being searched through meditation.

Meditation brings you to the real experience, and drug gives you just a hallucination, a dream-like experience but very similar. To meditate is difficult.

The drug is cheap. But the attraction for drugs is spiritual.

Man is not satisfied with his mundane existence. He wants to know something more. He wants to be something more. Just the ordinary life seems so flat, so meaningless, that if this is all then suicide seems to be the only way out of it. It gives no ecstasy, no joy. On the contrary, it goes on piling you up with more and more misery, anxiety, disease, old age and, finally, death.

From the cradle to the grave, the ordinary life is just a drag. People go on living it because they are cowards. Otherwise, they will commit suicide. They don’t have the courage enough to commit suicide. But this is not something one can rejoice in.

You can drag on but you cannot call it living. There is no dance in it, no color in it. It is just a vast desert spreading as far as you can see, with no oasis anywhere.

I am reminded of one of the dreams of Leo Tolstoy. It is a rare dream. It is also unique that it went on repeating continuously almost his whole life. As long as he could remember, the dream was happening. And the dream is very strange.

In his dream he sees a vast desert and two gumboots without anybody in them, just the two gumboots without any feet inside them, are walking. They go on walking and they go on walking, and there is no end to this walk. The desert is endless. And he always woke up perspiring, his heart beating louder, gripped* with great fear.

Without going to any psychoanalyst, he knew the meaning. He himself was a genius. He knew that this is his life, this is not a dream. It is not even symbolic. It is exactly his life. Where he is going? Wherever he goes he will end into the grave. Who is going he does not know. The gumboots are empty.

He is unaware of anybody inside. He is unacquainted of the person who is wearing the gumboots. He is invisible. All that is visible is the gumboots and the desert, and the tedious journey, pointless, meaningless.

This is the reason that drugs have attracted man since the very beginning. And they have at least given him a temporary relief. Only a few people tried meditation. And my own understanding is, these people also tried meditation because drugs at a point become useless. You become immune.

In the beginning, they give you tremendous experiences, but soon they become almost part of your body chemistry. Then if you don’t take them you are in trouble. Your whole chemistry wants them. If you take them, you gain nothing.

You go on increasing the doses.

In India where the experiments with drugs must have been the oldest, because the oldest scripture in the world is Rigveda*, the religious source book of the Hindus, it talks about a certain drug, Somras*. Because of this Somras*, Aldous Huxley has called the ultimate drug one day, when LSD is refined and there is no side effect, it will be called Soma. The name is from Rigveda*.

Rigveda* according to Hindus is ninety thousand years old, and nobody has been able to prove that they are wrong because their arguments for its old age are almost irrefutable. They are not logical, otherwise, it would have been easy.

They are astronomical.

In Rigveda* there is a description of a certain combination of stars that had happened according to modern astronomers also ninety thousand years before.

Now there is no way for the people who were writing Rigveda* to describe it in absolute detail unless they have seen it.

Now, this is such an evidence that you cannot do anything about it. The astronomers say for ninety thousand years that combination has not been again in the sky. So certainly whoever was writing it was fully aware of the combination of stars at that time.

For ninety thousand years Hindus have accepted drugs almost as part of their religious ceremonies. It was only under British regime that drugs created trouble, but because they were part of a religious ritual, which is the ancientmost religion in the world, even the British government was afraid to interfere with it. It continued. Even in my childhood, all drugs were available in the market. There was no question of any illegality. And every school of Hindu religion was using drugs, but they were using it in a very scientific way.

They will give the drug in a certain quantity, create a certain experience in the man, and then when he will come out of it will tell him that, “This was only an illusion. It was simply because of the drug, because of the chemistry, your mind experienced.

"Would you like to experience it in its reality? If the illusion is so beautiful, you can think how much more the reality would be. And the experience created by the drug lost for few hours, and again you are back to the same old rotten world.

But if the experience is real, it is yours forever. You never lose it. It is not something that has happened to you, it is something that was already in you; you have discovered it.”

So I don’t see that it was wrong to use drugs in this way. In fact, this should be the approach around the world for the modern man.

And now we have more advanced drugs, synthetically made, and we are capable of purifying them more. We can make drugs which have no bad effects at all. We can make drugs which are not addictive. And we can have in every hospital, in every university, a certain department which teaches people how to move from drug to meditation.

Just to talk about meditation remains simply verbal. There is no way through the words to give you any experience. But drugs are immensely useful. The words can explain to you what meditation is, the drug can give you a hallucinatory experience of it. And then you can be initiated into a method. And now you will not be moving in the darkness. Now you know that something… if an ordinary drug can do so much, then there must be some way to find an authentic transformation, to experience it without any dependence on anything.

So the drug simply opens up a door and helps you to understand that man’s life and his experience need not be confined to the ordinary mundane world - he can fly high towards the stars - that he is capable of knowing things which are not ordinarily available.

Under proper guidance - medical, meditational - drugs can be of immense help.

I said I am against drugs because if they become addictive then they will be the most destructive for your journey towards the self. Then you become enchanted into hallucinations. And because it is cheap - no effort has to be done, just you have to go on taking bigger and bigger doses….

In India, it came to a point…. Still today there are monasteries where they keep poisonous snakes because the people had become so addicted to all kinds of drugs that no drug has any effect on them. They can take any dose and they will remain normal. The only thing that gives them a little experience is a bit on their tongue by a cobra. That will be death to anybody, but to them, it is a beautiful drug experience.

Sometimes it has happened that these people become addicted even to cobra bites. Their whole bloodstream becomes poisonous. And it is on record, and once it happened in front of me, that a cobra was brought to bite. The Cobra did it perfectly well on the tongue and died.

The man had become so poisonous… because the cobra is not poisonous in his whole body. He has simply a small gland which has poison, and that gland is just in his mouth. So whenever the cobra bites someone, he immediately turns upside down, because the gland in his mouth has the opening up. He will bite; that is not dangerous. That is simply making your blood available. And then he will turn over to pour the poison on your blood.

The bite is not really poisonous. The poison comes from the gland which hangs above his tongue in the mouth. It has to hang that way, otherwise, the poison cannot remain in it. So he turns upside down. The poison starts flowing out of the gland into the wounds that he has made by his bite. But before he could do that, biting the man was enough to get poisoned himself.

For thousands of years, people have been using drugs. Moralists, religious people, governments have been trying prohibition absolutely unsuccessfully.

And I don’t see that they can ever succeed.

The only way to succeed is what I am suggesting. Rather than prohibiting drugs, let the scientists find out better drugs which give deeper and more psychedelic, more colorful, more ecstatic experiences and without any side effects, and without any addiction. And these should be available in the universities, in the colleges, in the hospitals - wherever some kind of guidance is possible, that the person is not prohibited, is allowed total freedom to use anything that he wants.

And we use his experience to help him grow towards some authentic process so that he can start experiencing something far greater than any drug can give.

And only then he can compare that the first one was just a dream, and this is a reality, and the first one was just cheating myself through chemistry, ‘And the first one was not helping me in my spiritual growth. It was, in fact, preventing the growth, keeping me addicted and retarded’. The second one goes on growing, and now he starts gathering the courage to explore more.

He was never aware that these experiences are possible, that these experiences are not just fiction.

So drug can be used in a very beneficial way, to make the person realize that this is a hallucination, and the hallucination is so satisfying, would not you like to try the real? We have the real drug also.

I call it meditation. And it takes you to the uttermost blissful experience possible.

Then only drugs become useless for you.

If we want humanity to get free of drugs, then meditation is the way. But before we can get free of them, they are very important and can be used to introduce people to meditation.

So this paranoia about drugs is not helpful to humanity. You can make drugs illegal, it makes no change. In fact, they become more attractive, more exciting.

Particular to the youth they become a challenge.

I am amazed sometimes that, is man going ever to learn even the ABC of human psychology? The same stupidity goes on which God did with Adam and Eve:

prohibition. Don’t eat the fruit of this tree. But that becomes an invitation. That becomes a challenge. And thousands of years have passed, but the authority figures are still in the same mood: don’t use the drug, otherwise imprisonment for five years, seven years. And nobody bothers that drugs are being made available in jails. Just you have to pay a little higher price. And the people who come out of the jail are not cured. They go back again because … the reason is the drug gives them something which your society is not giving.

They are ready to destroy their health, their body, their whole life becomes a mess, but still, that drug gives them something which your society does not give.

So rather than preventing them, create a society which gives something which is better.

I have been fighting in India with one of the most idiotic prime ministers India had, Morarji Desai. He is absolutely fanatic, is not ready to listen to any reasonable argument. Alcohol has to be prohibited. He prohibited the alcohol.

That does not make any change. People start making alcohol but that proves dangerous. Thousands of people died because the alcohol they drank was poisonous, was not made rightly. The people who were making it had no idea what they are making.

And this has been happening around the world. Once in a while, some idiot comes in and tries to prohibit, but nobody asks why people drink alcohol.

(Tape side B) Your life gives them nothing. You suck them of their blood and in return what they get? No joy, just anxieties upon anxieties. Safe alcohol makes them relax for few hours, sing a song or have a little dance - or a fight in the pub.

But for few hours they are transported from your world. The very attraction proves that your society is wrong, not that alcohol is wrong.

Your society should help people to dance, to sing, to rejoice, to love. The alcohol will disappear. The other drugs are far better than alcohol.

There are many drugs which have less bad after-effects, particularly synthetic drugs taken in a right atmosphere, in a right mood. For example, LSD. It simply enhances your mood, it does not do anything to you. If you are in a despair the LSD experience will become a nightmare. But if you are feeling a well-being, that is the time to take LSD. Then it can give you a really positive ecstatic experience, although it will be hallucinatory.

But if you don’t know the real, it looks almost the real. Even a man like Aldous Huxley, one of the most intelligent men of this generation, thought that through LSD he has achieved the same experience as Gautam Buddha, Kabir, Ramakrishna.

If you don’t know the real, naturally you cannot call it hallucinatory. It is so real.

Huxley had no experience of meditation. He has really no right to say such a thing. You can say such a thing only when you have experienced both, that it is the same experience as Kabir.

Kabir never used any drug. His experience was purely of meditation. On what grounds Huxley can say it is the same experience? He does not know the experience of Kabir. I can understand that he has been through a tremendously beautiful experience, but that experience disappears as the effect of the LSD goes out of the system.

But Kabir’s experience remains twenty-four hours, day in, day out, his whole life.

Once it happens, it is always there.

This is a simple criterion. But he was so much fascinated by the experience, and he corrupted almost a whole generation. They thought that if a man like Huxley says that LSD can give you samadhi, then what is the need of going through so much trouble for meditation with no guarantee whether you will be able to succeed or not?

I am against drugs because they can become addictive and they can prevent your spiritual growth. You can start thinking that you have achieved what you were seeking, and your hands are empty. You are just dreaming.

But, on the other hand, I am a very scientific mind. On the other hand, I would like drugs to be used, not to be prohibited - but used under proper guidance as a stepping-stone towards meditation.

And governments should pay more attention for improving the drugs rather than preventing people. If improved drugs are available, then other drugs will already be out of the market. There is no need to prohibit anything in the world.

Just produce something better - something better, cheaper, legal. Then who is going to bother about marijuana, hashish, heroin - for what? There is no reason.

Something better is available with the medical store, without prescription. Even in the hospital, you can book a place for yourself, that doctors can look after you while you are in the drug experience. Meditators can help you to understand what has happened to you. And this is possible very easily through meditation.

One thing more, that if something even hallucinatory happens to a person, meditation becomes easier. Something in him becomes certain. Something in him is now perfectly guaranteed that meditation is not just fiction.

And the hallucinatory experience also opens some doors.

The guidance can be of very much importance. For example, when somebody is under LSD and is having an ecstatic joy, that is the moment to teach him the method of meditation, because he is very sensitive, very clean and clear as he is not ordinarily. He is dull and cloudy. Now the whole sky is a clarity. You can teach him meditation more easily in this moment than you can teach him when he is in an ordinary state.

He seems to listen but he only hears. It does not go deep. His sleep is thick.

But in certain moments under LSD he is very close to awakening. Under a right guide, he can be introduced to the technique of meditation. He can be given what is called post-hypnotic suggestions for which he is absolutely vulnerable. He can be told that “This meditation, you will be able to do it when you are out of LSD experience.” You can go on repeating it that, “You are going to succeed in it.” It is a simple method and there is no problem in not succeeding in it.

Just one or two sessions with a guide will be enough. The man can be moved towards meditation. And once he moves towards meditation, drugs have no importance at all.

All the efforts of scientists and the government should be to understand that if a certain thing has been so attractive for the whole history of man, and no government has ever been successful to prohibit it, then there must be a certain need that it fulfills. And unless that need is fulfilled in some other way, drugs are going to remain in the world. And they are destructive. @B204 And the more governments are against them, more destructive they are because nobody can make any refinements on them, nobody can make any experiments on them, nobody is even allowed to say what I am saying.

But I can say it because I am against drugs. But that does not mean they cannot be used. They can be used as a means, they are not the end.

And if we can hope a future free of drugs, if man becomes naturally meditative….

And that is possible. If a child finds his father is meditating, his mother is meditating, everybody is meditating, he will start being curious about it. He also wants to meditate.

And that is the age when meditation is very simple because he is not yet corrupted by the society. Yet he is innocent.

And if everybody around him is doing something and enjoying in doing it, he cannot remain behind. He will sit with them with closed eyes. First, they may laugh at him, that it is not possible for children. But they do not understand. It is more possible for children than for the so-called grownups.

Just the atmosphere of meditation in schools, in colleges, in universities - wherever the person goes he finds that atmosphere which nourishes his own meditativeness.

I would love to see that no drugs are needed in the world. But not through prohibition, but through creating something better, something real. Drugs will be defeated without any difficulty, but these idiotic governments go on giving importance to drugs and they go on destroying the youth around the world.

The most precious time of life is wasted in hallucinations, and by the time they realize what they have done to themselves, perhaps it is too late. They cannot come back to a normal state. Their body has become accustomed to having certain chemicals in it. Then even unwillingly they have to go on injecting themselves with all kinds of poisons.

Or if somebody has not been on hard drugs, returns back, then he finds life very much dull, duller than you find it because he has seen something beautiful. It always remains a comparison.

He has made love under the impact of drug and he had felt at the very top of the world. And now he makes love and finds that it is nothing but a kind of sneeze.

It feels good; you sneeze and it feels good, but it is not something that you live for. Nobody can say that “I am living here for sneezing.”

Proof Enough?

“Babe look, babe, babe, babe, babe, BAAAABE” w/ Bellamy? Thank you :) (but can you make it that he says the line? thanks :))

Y/N is a grounder and in a secret relationship with Bellamy because they don’t think their friends will understand. But in the end the secret comes out.

There is some swearing and ALMOST smut but, IDK if you guys are ready for that side of me yet ;). Hope you enjoy!

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