#why is it so fucking diffucult

[jadeprismm]

So yh my new friend who seemed so sweet and great has blocked me across all platforms without warning, and i'm so upset.

[spillat]

LOOK AT THIS SHIT. LOOK AT THIS STUPID BULLSHIT. "The lock is broken. I can't open it." THIS SHIT COMES UP ON MY COMPUTER EVERY, SINGLE, DAY AUTOMATICALLY, WHENEVER I TRY OPENING A DOOR, "The lock is broken. I can't open it." EVERY SINGLE DAY, AND EVERY SINGLE DAY, I WALK AWAY. YOU KNOW WHY I WALK AWAY? BECAUSE THERE'S NO OPTION TO OPEN THE DOOR. I'D LIKE TO OPEN THE DOOR, I WOULD NEVER WANNA PLAY THROUGH THESE BULLSHIT, MEANINGLESS, DIFFUCULT DO..I HATE THEM, I HATE THESE STUPID DOORS. LOOK AT THIS SHIT. EVERYDAY THIS COMES UP. AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AFTER YOU WALK AWAY A FEW TIMES, WHEN A FEW DAYS GO BY, AND YOU KEEP WALKING AWAY AND AWAY, YOU DON'T WANNA FUCKING DO IT YOU JUST WANNA PUT IT OFF, THIS AUTOMATIC BULLSHIT IN MY BRAIN MAKES ME WANNA OPEN A DOOR AGAIN AND MAKES ME TURN OFF MY FUCKING COMPUTER ONCE I GET THAT STUPID MESSAGE. AND YOU WALK AWAY EVERYDAY, EVENTUALLY, MY BRAIN TAKES AWAY THE OPTION TO EVEN WALK AWAY, "YOU KNOW YOUR ONLY OPTION IS BASICALLY PUTTING A KNIFE TO YOUR HEAD AND SAYING YOU COULD EITHER CL,, YOU COULD EITHER WAIT A LITTLE BIT AND YOUR RAGE WILL TURN IT OFF FOR YOU, OR YOU CAN JUST YOU KNOW BITE THE BULLET AND TURN IT OFF NOW." IT DOESN'T EVEN GIVE YOU A CHOICE TO SAY NO, IT JUST COMES UP, WHENEVER IT WANTS, AUTOMATICALLY, AND SAYS "FUCK YOU, THE LOCK IS BROKEN, YOU'RE GONNA TURN OFF YOUR COMPUTER, NO MATTER WHAT YOU'RE DOING, IN 6 SECONDS." LOOK AT THIS SHIT. I AM FUCKING TRYING TO GET THROUGH THIS APARTMENT YOU COCKSUCKER. I'M DOING IMPORTANT SHIT. "WHY DON'T YOU KEEP TRYING DOORS" SO I CAN GET MAD AND SHIT AND CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP FOR 3 FUCKING DAYS STRAIGHT, MAKING ME MAD. PYRAMID HEAD, YOU FUCKING MENSTRUATER. I'M ALREADY UPSET YOU'RE MAKING IT FUCKING WOR

[inafieldofdaisies]

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*chanting* Leslie, Leslie, Leslie, babyyy.

Dropping a little snippet from Chapter 10 that totally got hijacked from John (and Sabrina) by Leslie and Calahan, which I find so ironic, because John would SO hate that (payback for butting in with his flashback chapter at the beginning of the WIP, js). Am I living for the chaos these two bring to the table, absolutely. # did someone say bromance?

September 1, 2018 | The night of Joseph Seed's arrest

Leslie sighed as he parked his jeep in front of what could be barely described as a motel. Just as he was promised over the phone, the sign out front announced they had vacancy. It had seen better days, with most of it's letters unlit against the darkening sky. After driving for so long, though, he wasn't going to be picky about the place he'd be catching a few hours of sleep at before heading off to find Sabrina. He had to admit, the County she had chosen to call her new home had an appeal. He could picture himself living here had she accepted his offer, finally given him a chance. It's all in the past now. Friendly visits is all you're getting, Rina. He got out of the vehicle, striding over to the motel's entrance, already feeling beckoned by the promise of a hot shower and actual bed to rest on. He pushed the wooden door open, the bell above it announcing his arrival to the older woman that was standing at the reception. The rustic interior looked far more promising than the outside of the building and he felt a twinge of hope that maybe his night wasn't going to go so bad after all. The feeling was short-lived the moment he was greeted by a sudden loud shriek and series of curses. What the fuck? "I ain't talking to you, get out now! Fucking Seeds. OUT. We're not selling."

Leslie eyed the angry woman in confusion, speaking out in the calm tone he used anytime he'd have to interview a diffucult witness, "M'am, I'm here because I have a reservation." "BULLSHIT. John GODDAMNED Seed has no reservation here. I SAID, GET OUT.", she practically screamed the last words before reaching underneath the reception desk and pulling out a shotgun. The stare she gave him was full of complete loathing, something he had only experienced from suspects to that point, the fact she cocked the weapon didn't help matters. He tried again as pushed his black jacket aside, revealing the detective badge that was attached to his belt, "My name is Leslie Parish. I called about a room few days back, I'm not sure if I spoke with you, m'am…maybe this is why you're confused." Seconds passed by in silence with the woman glaring at him in suspicion before she slapped a hand over her mouth, then let out an embarrassed laugh. "Oh my goodness. I'm so sorry. I have to say, I confused you with somebody else.", she muttered as she put away the shotgun and Leslie released the breath he was holding in anticipation of a shootout.

"Are you having trouble with someone, m'am? If I can be of any assistance-", he was tired, but not one to ever refuse help to citizens, especially with how on edge the woman seemed. "No. No. It's all just peachy. I'm Abeline, we did speak on the phone, Detective.", she reached out a hand for Les, which he shook. The whole time she eyed his arm with a strange expression. "Glad to hear that. But I have to ask about your extreme reaction…" "Ah, no offense, it's just that you're a dead ringer for a person not liked at all around this parts, so don't get shocked if folks look at ya strange or pull out their guns when you approach.", Abeline pursed her lips as she considered him, "Damn, boy, even your eyes are blue." Why am I not liking any of this? "M'am?" "Don't mind me, silly old me. I'm going to get your room ready, dear, give me five minutes.", she gestured to an old couch by the window overlooking the motel's entrance, "Sit. I will be right back." Leslie took a seat as instructed, finding himself lost in thought as he ran a hand over his dark beard mindlessly, wondering if everyone in the County was that level of direct and trigger happy, and how Sabrina was settling in. It didn't take long for Abeline to return, a cheery smile pointed his way as she came downstairs, though he swore he heard her mutter under her breath, "Something ain't right." "I'm sorry?", he spoke up, set on clearing up whatever was bothering the woman about him once and for all. "Dear, I just have to ask. Are you sure you have no connection to anyone with last name Seed?", her tone was dead serious. "Uh, no, m'am." "Call me Abeline, dear.", she laughed, "No need to be so formal." "Okay.", Les replied as he smoothed down his hair, wishing the strange conversation would be over. I'm too tired for this. "Good, good. I hope you got here without any issues. This is", she dropped an old looking key in his palm and pointed in the direction of the stairs next to the reception, "the key to your room, number's on the tag, you're on the second floor. If you need anything, I will be right here." "Thank you, m- Abeline. Have a nice evening. ", he smiled and grabbed his bag from the floor. "Good night, Detective.", she called out as he climbed up the stairs.

In a couple of minutes, he was unlocking the door to his room and with a sigh he dropped his luggage by the entrance. The space was small, but cozy, with a bed that called his name. He stripped off his jacket and shoulder holster, leaving both on the comforter. The rest of his clothes followed suit until he found himself down to only his boxers and headed off to the bathroom for a shower. The hot water did wonders to his tense muscles after the long drive from Portland. He stepped out way too soon, wrapping a towel around his waist and pattering over to his bag to grab a fresh pair of underwear. In record time, he sorted his belongings, feeling content as he crawled in bed, contemplating how Sabrina would react when she sees him in the morning. Over the last few months, they had managed to stay in touch, even agreed he'd visit her sometimes in the future. Anytime they talked, he couldn't help but hear worry in her voice. It was the reason why when Captain Buchanan offered him to take some of his saved vacation days, he had accepted. He needed to make sure she was actually doing okay, that she wasn't putting on a show for him like she used to back in Portland, always refusing to rely on anyone. Despite his weariness, he found himself unable to drift off, staring at the ceiling for hours in wait for sleep to come. It was then that he heard a plane flying overhead and he looked at his watch in curiosity. "3 am. Who is flying that early? Are we back in the city or what?", he muttered as he stifled a yawn. He turned on his side, staring at the shadows formed from the dim light coming in through the windows. Back in Portland when he would find himself struggling to fall asleep, it was usually Sabrina who kept him company over the phone, another reason why the last few months hadn't been too easy to navigate. He missed the routine they had going, her friendship. Leslie couldn't pinpoint exactly when he had finally drifted off, but the next thing he heard was a loud knock on his door. "Detective. There's a situation.", Abeline's muffled voice carried in from the hallway. "M'am, can't this wait?", He groaned in protest, looking at his watch with blurry eyes. He expected it to be an early morning, but to his shock he realized he had overslept. 2 pm? Fuck. "I'm coming.", he muttered as he dragged himself out of bed and cracked open the door, not even realizing the woman would be getting an eyeful of his bare chest as he peeked outside. "Oh my goodness. I assumed you would be awake, I'm sorry.", Abeline shifted her gaze back to his face with an embarrassed smile. "It's alright.", he rasped out. "I- It's kind of hard to explain, but there's something you might want to see, Detective." Leslie nodded, "Give me some time to get dressed, and I will be right down." "Of course." He closed the door, releasing a tired sigh as he ran a hand over his face in hopes of chasing away the sleepiness that was still lingering. He rushed over to the bathroom to freshen up and quickly got dressed.

As he got back down to the lobby, Abeline was waiting with a steaming mug of coffee. She passed him the cup with shaky hands, "An apology for the rude wake-up call, dear." "Thank you.", he took a sip, feeling grateful for the much needed doze of caffeine, before he asked, "What do I need to see?" She pointed to a TV at the corner of the reception and wordlessly moved behind the desk and turned it on, fidgeting with her fingers as a well-dressed man appeared on the screen. "This is the man I mistook you for, Detective.", she whispered as the stranger spoke of sin and saying yes. He didn't see much resemblance between himself and the man. Leslie rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was still dreaming, the words coming from the TV certainly made little sense to him. He half-paid attention to the religious ramblings until the man took hold of a woman dressed in law enforcement attire. Her face seemed familiar to him, and to his horror soon, he realized why: he'd seen her in pictures Sabrina had sent him. They worked together. He knew that uniform. Her injuries paired with the distressed look she wore made his blood freeze. "What the hell?", he muttered, getting closer to the TV, his blue gaze glued to it now. "…don't worry, we will come for you. Welcome to Eden's Gate.", were the last words the man spoke before the recording ended, only to begin all over again. "Eden's Gate?", he turned to Abeline, "What is this?" "They're a cult, dear. Have been plaguing the County for ages, but our good old Sheriff couldn't do much about it. The man you saw, John Seed, his brother is the leader. We're used to their propaganda, but this broadcast is different, has been looping all morning." "A cult?", his tone took an incredulous note. Sabrina hadn't mentioned anything to him. Fucking hell, Rina. You were hiding this so I don't worry for you, I know it. "Yes, dear." "That woman… she's a Deputy, is she not?" Abeline nodded, "Joey. Poor girl. I fear how she ended up there. Detective, there's more… all communications are down." Leslie strode over to the landline, picking up the receiver and dealing 911. "Dead. The line is dead.", he whispered. Next, he pulled out his phone, his eyes narrowing at fact he had no service. All of his most recent notifications were from around 3 am, then nothing. "I told you we're cut off. Lost count how many Eden's Gate trucks have been passing by on the road since I woke up." "What are you saying, Abeline?" He abandoned his coffee cup at the desk, reeking a hand through his hair as he paced around the lobby. Worry of the unknown gripped him, fear that Sabrina and her sister were in trouble too. He held his breath, waiting for the woman's reply. "I- I think what we've all been fearing is gonna happen, is happening: Joseph Seed kicking his people into action. That his brother is taking over the region."

[ellies1luvr]

IM GONNA FUCKING SELF EMPLODE I CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS RAHUHJSHAHAHSHSHH THIS INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA RAUAHAHAHHAHSHKWOWIWUIQJSGSKOAUAUAK WHY US BEING WITH WOMEN SO FUCKING DIFFUCULT IN GOING FUCKING INSAME FUCKING MANIC

[theressomethinghappeninginparis]

I tried to get trough all as fast as possible. I not only got information on Eckhardt, there are several published diary pages by him. It was terror trying to decipher them, but I managed, I think I managed to live so that's harder than reading cursive. Here's Vasiley's answer:

Transcript of the first and second page: The essential part of his answer is as follows- he's a bit secretive of the number of his clients concearning the Obscura Paintings, not Engravings. There exist five of these paintings and they are iconography, hence they were made on thick wooden pieces. They are relatively small: abour 19 to 25cm in height and 10 to 17cm wide. There exist alongside the paintings the Obscura Engravings, Vasiley has one, Werner had some(?), at least one that I know of. The man who painted over the original images and made it Christian is Brother Obscura, who should have a tomb...somewhere. The lore says they had demonic powers and this couldn't be given out to normal people.

Transcript of the third page: In conclusions:

No information on any other client(s)

He sent Werner an Engraving, not an Obscura Painting, and I'm not sure why. Werner would surely want all five?

Brother Obscura died and as a monk he'll have a tomb, somewhere. But where?

Transcript of the fourth and fifth page: So, Meister Eckhardt was a German theologian, philosopher and mystic born around 1260 who died in 1328 presumably. There is no good picture of him and all existing ones show him in old age. He was a monk and only his last name is known, the first one is lost.

His official timeline is as follows:

1274 he participates in the dominican monastery in Erfurt as a monk

1280 start of his studies in "Studium naturalium"

1289 Eckhardt finishes his studies and is now a lector for other monks

1294 he enters a Christian faculty in PARIS, which means he has tis to the city the Monstrum is running around in

until 1302 no one knows what he was up to

1323 Thomas von Aquin is considered a saint, but Eckhardt should have taken his place instead

1325 the Pope himself(!) suspects Eckhardt to be doing something mysterious and occult

he died before the court ruling went through

People were forbidden to use his name out of fear to be heretics. He was regarded as a negative person that offended the Pope, thus not being a devout good Christian. His date of death is unknown, and I#ll wear my tinfoil hat and say: what if he just lived? He's a mystic, and possibly dealt with alchemy. And the Lux Veritatis are said to have killed him way, way later. Or maybe it was a desendant of his? But he was a monk, so...might have been diffucult to find a woman.

Transcript of the sixth and seventh page: Make the tinfoil hat a tinfoil home: the diary pages have connections to what's happening in Paris and I don't think this is coincidence. I copeid them from our library and if the pages are true, Eckhardt has to do with the supernatural. if it's the real Middle Ages Eckhardt peopel still talk about today he had to find the Philosopher's Stone. If this is true, where has he been hiding? There is no record of him today. Did he just vanish and staged his death and continued to live on?

Transcript of the eight and ninth pages: Page one Twenty years after the accusations he moved to Prague. Vasiley's gallery is also there, and if Vasiley is a Lux Veritatis and also old as shit they might know another. Eckhardt was hurt by a boating accident, then went into hiding. The sweres of the city provided him with shelter to work a hundered(!) years for the "Eluminated", whatever the fuck this is. He wrote his survival will reveal wheather the deal was real, he sounds like a lunatic, and my tinfoil is growing.

Page two He said he wants the "Eluminated" to breed on Earth and I think he could mean Nephilim since I've come across these several times now. The "Secret Shills" he talked about could be alchemy, like I expected, and it gets creepier- he wants a human body to be a vessel for his Eluminated, so what if he is responsible for the murders? What if he did kill these people to take something from them (they accused the organ mafia in the newspapers!) to put everything into one person and frankenstein his vessel to repopulate the earth...after what, exactly? He claimed to have healed in supernatural speed and mentions his "guidl brothers" which makes me think he also has a club, like the LV, that work for or with him. What if?

Page three He confirms he tried to make man-made bodies as hosts for his bosses, the Eluminated. So yeah, he's a sicko. He said he needs more time and I think that's the deal: he was granted a longer life span to make the world suitable for breeiding the nephilim race. He's got a deal with the Biblical half angels. Yeah I need a drink.

I'll write down my suspected Eckhardt timeline for after his staged death (or his death and ressurection?). I'll check Fayolah's mail again, she mentioned the LV and might give me a hint.

I will write FAyolah again, and I will visit Margot's district tomorrow. I know we shouldn't leave our houses, but staying here with my journal full of otherworldly things feels liek I'm losing it. Fresh air and people made of flesh and blood should do me good.

[malka-lisitsa]

Dear Mama

A surprise letter to you, Elijah gave me the address before I left town so I could still write to you, I know my goodbye was sudden an I should have been brave enough to do that in person, but I was hoping to be back by now. I’m sure you have noticed my absence, and I hope my room is still there for me upon my return. I sent this letter six days after I left so if you’re reading this now it has been at least two weeks.

500 years we spent apart, I vowed once I found you that we would never spend more than one day separated- for we have half a millennium to make up for. I wish it could have been sooner, but from the stories I have been graced with, you always took tag seriously.

Please don’t resent me, for leaving the way I did. I supposed that is one thing I didn’t need to learn from you. To chase after what is yours, the things you want and need. I cant be in two places at once, and if it wasn’t such an urgent matter, I would have chosen you every time. I will explain everything upon my return.

Promise not to miss me too much, you’ll continue to live knowing that your daughter will come home. Even if I don’t, I need you to believe that. Snuggle in my bed, cuddle the stuffed tiger you won for me at the Carnival. Don’t shut Elijah out, and most importantly mama. Don’t be scared.

I want to see you soon.

As soon as I possibly can.

All my love.

Nadia.

It doesnt matter. It never matters. She doesn't care. Katherine doesn't do 'attachments'. Outside of Stefan So Nadia left. So what. She doesn't care. Literally didnt even notice. t'ch. why would she? She might as well not have a daughter for all she cared. Right?

And a letter? A damn letter? Who the fuck writes letters anymore? In this day and age? Just text. Nadia Petrova keeping the US postal system relavent one archaic message at a time.

Idiot.

Whatever. It doesn't matter. Nadia could disappear forever for all she cared.

Hadn't Nadia heard by now? Katherine isnt CAPABLE of love. She only cares about herself. That's how Nadia had thought of her anyway for five hundred years. So why stop dissappointing now....

She had the same hole in her chest for five hundred years, why should any part of it start being filled now. What was Katherine honestly expecting? Jesus at the rate things go for her she expected Nadia to draft up adoption papers for ElenUH to be her mother. After all, Elena gets all of Katherine's happy endings. Everything Katherine deserved. Apparently that was too diffucult with the legal system and the fact that Nadia doesnt technecally exist so- hey, why not the next best thing. Abandon her.

It doesn't hurt. It never hurts. This is just another monday, and just another box to check on a very long list of shitty things that happen to her. It doesnt hurt. It doesnt. It doesnt hurt. It doesn't hurt.

IT. DOESNT. HURT.

[newtwithstorage]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

ughhh why to ask such diffucult questions im not even sure i have so many

anyway

first, sunlight and springtime because apparently im a fucking plant deep inside

next probably walking in a forest/a field because beautiful and i may encounter Creatures (actually encountering Creatures is peak happiness)

being on same wavelength with people/interacting with people i know (when i (rarely) manage to do so)

completing something successfully once in a while

rotating ocs in my head

[rebelfell]

When Eddie calls later, it’s to ask you out.

Not on a date, though.

Which is good. Really, it is. A relief, even.

Because contrary to the way your heart raced in your chest when he asked if you were busy this weekend—you absolutely, positively, definitely, most certainly cannot date him.

It doesn’t matter that you’re attracted to him. Or that you came out of your eyeballs so many times with him the other day you lost count.

You. Can’t. Date.

You’re basically his boss at this point. Maybe not on paper, but trying to start anything up with him will be messy and complicated and it could put everything you’ve worked for in jeopardy.

More than that, you don’t want anyone thinking he got where he is by any other means than hard work (pun intended). He’s earned everything he’s gotten. And now that includes an award.

That’s what he called about—he’s nominated for what is essentially the porn equivalent of an Oscar for that very first tape he made

And he has to go to this ceremony, but he’s sort of freaking out because he’s never done anything like this before, and he’s nervous, and he kind of needs you because, “you’re the only one who calms me down when I’m nervous.”

So he asks if you’ll go with him. As friends.

And you do. And it’s fine. You can do this, you can do this, you can—fuck, why does he have to be so hot? Showing up to your place in a black Prada suit with a sheer shirt underneath.

Almost as bad as wearing nothing under it at all.

Its unbuttoned nearly to the middle of his torso, layered chains dangling, hanging low around that tree trunk of a neck you can’t stop imagining gnawing on, sinking your teeth into—

Nope. Nope. Nope, you’re not going there.

The only place you’re going is to these awards.

Except when you get there, they don’t want you to be photographed with him. At least not arriving together. People still aren’t familiar with you as a director, and you haven’t starred in a movie in months—that’s like years in porn time.

Plus, the one Eddie is nominated for, you didn’t even work on. It wouldn’t make any sense.

Eddie’s poised to protest, but neither of you is given much opportunity to argue. You’re shuffled into the line of people waiting to be photographed while he’s promptly whisked away from the fray.

They have him walk with the girl he starred in that first movie with. You know her, sort of. You did a group scene once upon a time. She’s a biter.

They even sneak him into her limo so it looks like they came together. He gets out first and holds his hand out to help her out, a storm of flash bulbs going off, making her dress sparkle.

And you tell yourself not to watch. You try to smile pretty for your own pictures and look like you’re having a good time. Or at least to not look like you’re chewing on glass. But it’s…diffucult.

Especially when you look up at the worst possible moment—the exact second she places her dainty hand on his chest and turns her face toward his, capturing his lips in a long, slow kiss.

Long enough for every camera to capture it.

The last photo they get of you is of your back as you head inside to get a drink. Or ten.

After dark thoughts about pornstar!eddie…who gets fired from porn…

Because he’s great at sex, but bad at porn.

So. So. So bad.

He’s incredible at eating pussy, but incredible because he does it with his whole face completely buried in his co-star. Like fully submerged in her folds, as though she’s his breathing apparatus.

And it’s great for her, but terrible for camera.

They have to keep stopping him, telling him he needs to pull back, they need to see her pussy and they can’t with him in the way.

But much like a dog that’s been told to leave a treat where it is, he keeps edging closer, moving back in little by little until he’s right back where he wants to be and they’re calling “CUT” again.

And the girl is getting frustrated cos, like, she’s about to actually come and she looks at the director like, “do me this solid, please.”

So he finally lets Eddie get her off and just films super tight on her face and her trembling legs so that it’s obvious just how real it really is.

And so they can move on already.

Then they’re filming the fucking, and again Eddie is fucking like he would fuck in real life and the way he fucks in real life is Not. Good. Porn.

He’s not like slamming into her without any care, he’s not just using her to get off, he’s like trying to make it good for her. And it is very, very good for her. Like so good she’s this close to giving him her number once they wrap for the day.

(Her boyfriend of six years be damned)

And once they do wrap, he’s not quite “fired” but he is pretty sure he’s not gonna get hired again.

Except then the movie comes out and it BLOWS UP. People are obsessed—women are buying it in droves (who knew women even WATCHED porn?) and the VHS is backordered to shit, so the distribution company is like,

“We gotta lock this kid into a contract now.”

[this-doesnt-endd]

im trying to looses the buckles on my mary jane docs and these bitches are being so fucking diffucult like why is it this hard

[queenoflostshadows]

Leigh Bardugo interviewed at LuccaComics

let’s start like this: LEIGH SAYING CIAO IN ITALIANO IS FUCKING CUTE, OMG. the italian version of shadow and bone is stunning, and she said she’s smitten with italy. i love this woman.

she defined the shadow and bone trilogy as a more classical type of fantasy, but alina is a different type of female character, who has to accept her power and the realization that she is not some kind of territory who has to be owned by someone else. she defines the darkling as a very possessive and jealous man, and with him there is a clear distinction between what he says and what he does. 

leigh considers herself as a gardener type of writer, meaning that she didn’t plan the whole grishaverse, but she planted little seeds here and there and then watched them grow. in the first draft both mal and alina had parents, but then leigh changed her mind when she planned the ravkian revolution. 

the language of thorns is ravkian folklore, the lives of saints is ravkian religion, so there are similar stories in those books, but through different lenses.

for the show there is still no date, not even her knows anything. she still has to see some of the episodes. she didn’t want to work with “hollywood” people looking at her work with contempt, so she was almost resigned before netflix approached her. she said that the character stories are fully respected, which was what mattered to her the most. 

“why do you think is so important for you to tell their traumas?” “trauma doesn’t just go away because you went to a crazy adventure or you fell in love, the pain doesn’t just go away. alina, kaz and alex are survivors, they keep going, and that is the lesson. the connection with the people that care about us are what keeps us going, because surviving in your own is diffucult, so you have to find your own people that support you and trust you.” (reworded, she talks really fast and i’m sleepy, sorry)

nikolai is feeling the cost of being charming, zoya is scared of being vulnerable. and yes, she confirmed that rule of wolves is going to have sad stuff, “cuz you know me”.

she shares nina’s love for food (who doesn’t?)

the darkling is literally every villain she had a crush on. and also, bad people aren’t bad all the time, that’s why he’s even more sexy.

if she could write a book with someone else, it would be with holly black, she loves her faerie stuff. 

she would be a corporalki, specifically an healer with a side of heartrender. 

rule of wolves is probably going to be out on march 31st, next we have ninth house 2 and she’s considering writing six of crows 3, but she’ll need to be very compelled by the story in her mind. 

she’d love to visit the little palace and the spinning wheel. 

SHE ENDED THE INTERVIEW WITH “NESSUN RIMPIANTO, NESSUN FUNERALE”, the italian version of no mourners, no funerals.

[personasintro]

OMFG THE TEA IS HOTTTT!!!! YOU DID SO WELL IN THIS NEW CHAPTER IM GONNA D-WORD☠☠☠

Why do i feel like yn is literally going to murder Kiko? Like when she said shes not going to let her get away with what she did, why do i get a feeling that she will try to break " Jiko😑 " up?

I have nothing against Kiko but can she be a little bit more aware of what the fuck is going on in her surroundings? Maybe it was an accident but she shouldve thought about her words throughly and im glad to see Jungkook was pissed. She had no business speaking about their past private matters like that.

And Haneul baby boy no you fucked up so bad😔😠. He indirectly called her a slut. No he DID call her a slut and he by all means deserved to get punched. I feel like all their relationships are becoming strained, and if Kiko and Haneul leave (which Haneul probably will im not sure what will happen woth Kiko and JK) then I feel like getting into relationships will probably be a bit diffucult based off the proximity of Jk's and YN's relationship.

Lets say if both Kiko and Haneul leave and they find new lovers and YN and JK dont get togethrt. Then what? The same thing will happen, right? The people they are in a relationship with will probably feel too uncomfortable with the situation and wont want to involve themselves in something like that.

And people are probably saying something like " if you love someone then youll do anything for them" but we thought that about Haneul and look how that bit us back in the ass. I thought he was a nice guy but he wasnt. Or maybe he just panicked and refused to act properly and he reacted on impulse. I guess its true when they say all men are the same.

And girlllll that lil never have i ever thing was just sheeshhhh😶. I mean like that sexual tension tho like damn daddy get it i guess😏.

It feels like they are one step closer in this long path to their possible "endgame". And you had no right writing that gym scene i was legit boutta jump off a fucking cliff😂

I hope you have the bestest day and thank you for making me yell in the middle of my zoom call for math mwah<3😀

Ahahah, I'm not sure what you'll think of me and my rights in the next chapter lmao hahahah, anyways... I'm so happy you enjoyed this chapter to the point you yelled in the middle of your zoom call hahah! this made my day!! x

[rurifangirl]

aight, so

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

and

Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

Just saw It now so Imma do It 🧍

What Is the one thing you hate the most about your fandom?

Aight so, since I'm in multiple ones, I'm Just gonna say one that Is true for everyone's

Stop invalidating other people because they like that character

My fucking god if I hate people who just go "But you can't like X, they're awful how can you like them, you don't have any taste😐" LIKE BITCH, LET LITTERAL PEOPLE ENJOY THEM

As long as It ain't hurting you ff are they DOING to you😃

Is there and unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn't? Why?

Litteraly most of my favs 🧍

Like let's remember Ruri, Shavee, Korekyio, Mahito, Kobeni, Reze n the list goes on n on tbh🧍

They're mainly my faves tho because they're either well written or I've overthought about them to the point it's not even funny anymore

Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

Honestly tho, I really don't have many opinions, like they're either slowly dying or straight up annoying sometimes, so like it's diffucult to Say the same for a specifical fandom y'know

Like for example I haven't been much on the Dragon raja fandom cuz apart from some ppl I've bonded w I really don't have much to do there anymore 🕺

[ifjgh]

part 2/2 from last ask So in this instance there was a little tiny frog I saw, and wanted to hold, so I went for it. However, the pool had a slope going down to it so I got on my knees and reached for the frog. I started to slowly slide down the slope and into the gross water of the deep end. I panicked but no matter how much or hard my sister and I tried I couldn't get back into the shallow end. I dont remember the after math that well, but I think my Papa got me out using the pool net lol.

God that's pretty aweful and scary.

Another 2 for 1, cause there was one i wanted to share, and then this reminded me of another one my dad told me.

This one is a story my parents tell me every year on my birthday, so I have only their words to go by. When my mom was taken to the hospital for my birth, the doctors had problems right off the bat, I should note my sister had some slight birth problems as well, she was a C-Section baby, I was not. However, I was on up tight on the right side of my mother's womb and was 'diffucult'. After they got me, they didn't let my parents see me, and took my away. Where? My parents were never told, when they asked, they were ignored. I was given back, although I believe they said it took a couple hours to a day before they even saw me. My back was also, and I quote my father, 'bright red as a strawberry' until I was about 4 or so. Oh, and I was almost born on a Leap Year day.

Don't know why they decide to remind me every time I age, maybe there's some weird fucked up destiny I have to fulfill. Dunno.

Ok, this one's one of my Dad's many near death stories, he has so many that I'm honestly lucky to have even been born. So my dad loved to ice skate, and did it a fuck ton. One time he was with one of his older brother and sister, he the youngest of 5, on a frozen river and decided to ice skate, I beleive he said he was pretty young, and he's always been impatient, so he rushed onto the river thinking it was safe. It wasn't. He fell right through, and the river was moving him fast under the ice. He tells me he remember's looking up from underneath the ice, he tells me 'it looked cool', it took my aunt and uncle a little too long to get him out, but they did, and he was 'fine'. Tells me they never told their mother.

I do have a few more Dad dying stories, and one about my Grandmother and a crocodile, but those require a fee. A story fee. 😁

[rogerina-yee-haw]

dating ben hardy (and being younger than him) would include... part 2

a/n: as @banana-tree-freddiemercury said in the notes to part 1: you should do a part 2 where he finally meets your parents and maybe doesn't go as well and you have to choose between them but ends in fluff?

thank u for the idea babe!!! i changed it a bit tho

ALSO THANK U FOR 1000 FOLLOWERS ILY ALL SO MUCH I DON'T DESERVE YALL

warnings: a bit of angst, fluff, smut, language, typos

here's the link to part 1 !! also i notice that the first part has over 1000 notes and im...screaming??? 

hope you enjoy !!

so you and Ben have been together for almost a year now

and you both are so in love with each other

but it doesn't mean that your relationship is perfect

you fight occasionally

but this is just stupid bickering

like when you say that Taron Egerton is the handsomest man you've ever seen

or when Ben spends five hours playing FIFA

or when you both are wrong about something but still keep on arguing just to rile each other up

the latter usually ends with having rough sex on the nearest surface

like

in the bathroom, on the carpet near the TV set, in Ben's car, at a party, in his childhood room

but you never have serious fights

because you have nothing vital to fight about

even though arguing over the color of a new bowl you are buying for  Frankie seems pretty significant to you

anyways

you've been invited to your cousin's wedding

and even though the two of you aren't close, you still have to go, because "this is what family demands"

and Ben is more than happy to come with you

because he's been secretly thinking about proposing, and he wants to know how you picture your perfect wedding

he can't just ask you directly

because he thinks it would be too obvious

and because he's a bit of a dumbass

so when the wedding day comes across

Ben's jaw falls to the ground (almost literally), because you look like a goddess in that dress you picked

"you're stunning, Y/N", he looks at you in awe. "I've always known that, but you keep proving and proving how wonderful you are"

and you're so smitten

because, come on, there aren't times when your boyfriend doesn't make you feel all flustered and nervous, as if you were a timid schoolgirl

"you're not too bad yourself", you reply, coming up to stand between his legs as he's sitting on the couch. "this suit looks like you're going to some red carpet event"

Ben's sits up closer to you, so that his hands are on your hips and his face is right in front of your lower stomach. "every event is like a red carpet with you, babe", he breathes out, looking at you with his significant smirk and eyes, fully blown with lust

"t's too cheesy, Ben", you run your hand through his hair and he sighs softly, kissing your stomach through the silk material. "I know you can come up with a better pick up line"

he hums in response, slowly moving his hands from your hips to your ass. "did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?"

"you'd know better", you bite your lip, "you're the one who fell from the skies, pretty boy"

he looks at you with raised eyebrows and a playful smile on his lips. "touché".

you don't how it happened but the next moment you're straddling Ben and grinding on him

and he's already so hard

"we're gonna be late", he whispers inbetween heated kisses, after he hovers over you on the couch, his cock already out

"I'd rather be fucking my boyfriend than listen to my aunt's bragging"

needless to say, Ben fucks you so good that you even consider staying at home, because your legs are trembling and head spinning

his thrusts are just slow and deep, hitting that exact spot each time when he slams into you

"you're doing so good, baby", he would say to you in a raspy voice, "feel so fuckin' - shit - so great around my cock. so pretty"

but Ben makes you go

because that's what your parents asked you of

you're not late, btw

but your mother certainly notices how fucked out you look

and she does not approve of it

but doesn't say anything

the effect that Ben has on you is incredible: you're not too irritated by your nosy relatives and actually enjoy meeting with the rest of the family

your mum also notices this

and she thinks it's rather good

because you've always been gloomy around your multiple relatives

but now your calm, smiling and laughing at your second cousin Jake's joke

you hate your second cousin Jake

and your mother immediately assumes that this is certainly the effect Ben has upon you

you feel much at ease when he's around

and everyone is asking you about your relationship

Ben answers these questions, because he knows that they drive you mad

the wedding goes pretty well

until you have a moment with your father

it's when Ben goes out to smoke

and your father is immediately coming at you with all that he has

alcohol makes your dad a bit of an asshole

"he's not good enough for you"

"dad, please, let's not do it now"

“Y/N, my dear girl”, your dad is interrupted by his own hiccup, “I’ve been watching him for the whole night. you should’ve seen the way he’s been looking at your uncle’s new girlfriend”

you sigh deeply. “dad, I was the one who made him look at her in the first place. I told him she is very attractive and that uncle Harry has finally found a perfect match for him. I said that. Not Ben”

“but he’s been looking at her at any chance given. when you didn’t see, Y/N. you think I would lie to you?”

and just like that, you’re feeling your heart breaking

because you don’t think you dad would ever lie to you

even if he certainly is doing it at the moment

so you run out of the building to find Ben in the street, finishing smoking

“I’m leaving”, you tell him and then turn around to walk away

but he catches your wrist in his hand

he frowns 

“what’s wrong, baby? I thought you were enjoying the party”

“clearly, I wasn’t enjoying it as much as you do”, you snap, making Ben feel even more lost

and he’s like ???? what’s going on????

“I know you’ve been eyeing my uncle’s girlfriend for the whole night”, you words sound harsh and stupid even to you, but it’s diffucult to stop. this argument is already too idiotic - but you’re riled up by your father’s words too much to shut yourself up

“it’s funny how you notice something that’s non-existent”, Ben replies in a hoarse voice, “when the only girl I’ve been eyeing since the day we met is you”

and these words make you lose it

you give in and stop fighting immediately

and you hate the effect he has upon you

but you also know that it’s true

I mean, it’s ridiculous to even assume that Ben has eyes for someone but you

because he constantly showers you with affection

kisses away your troubles

makes you go on a stroll with him and Frankie whenever you’re feeling down and lonely

and when she jumps on you after “swimming” in the puddle

and you laugh

Ben can’t but be mesmerized by you

because you’re so beautiful and he adores the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh so hard that you can’t breathe

he loves how soft your hands are

and your soothing voice

and your weird obssession with having him play the sims with you 

and the way you curse constantly whenever something happens

usually when you burn something you cooked and the two of you have to order pizza

he adores how every piece of clothing fits you

and he always tells you about it

he also proves his love to you at any chance given

Ben gives you space, when you’re stressed out because of your studying

he leaves you cute notes, like, “don’t forget to have some rest before you smash this exam”, “getting your degree isn’t worth you overworking yourself, so, please, have a little break and drink some tea later, love”, “I love you and hope you will get a good amount of sleep tonight”

he’s willing to stay at home with you whenever you don’t want to go out, even though you try to make him go and see his friends. “I’d rather be home with you”

for the past year, there hasn’t been a single day when you felt unloved or not payed attention to

because Ben never fails to show the love he has for you

he feels like once his heart is going to actually explode from how much love for you it contains

so you know that this fight is stupid right away

“why would you even think that?”

you don’t tell him it’s your dad

because you still hope that they’ll get along once

“I’m just”, you shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know. It’s probably wine getting in my head”

Ben smiles softly and caresses your cheek. “do you wanna go home, baby?”

you nod and the two of you get in a cab, holding each other’s hands thoughout the whole ride home

“did you like the wedding?”, Ben asks when you get into bed forty minutes later

“yeah, a lot”, you smile when he crawls next to you. “I just didn’t like the music. And the bridesmaids’ outfits. And my cousin’s hairstyle. And all of the decorations. But I guess I was the only one who didn’t enjoy those things”

and when you keep on saying what you didn’t like about the wedding, Ben already knew that he would do anything for your and his wedding to be perfect.

[kastinprogress]

Why is family so fucking diffucult?

[bubblessgg]

I feel so enraged seeing such curelty is still allowed on innocent people without any fucking action taken, and even moreso there are people who just can't see that even though it's so fucking clear, you don't have to know the whole fucking history to admit that bombing civilians is a fucking crime and unacceptable, to this day there are people who are still fucking fighting for their right to live peacefully as any decent human, they actually reached the point where they have to educate people about it, why is it so diffucult to understand??? i am just so mad.