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queensilber · 22 days

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Supernatural: Witch‘s Canyon

Posting everything in this book that i think you need to know, lets go!

Summary:

Okay, so, the boys head to the Grand Canyon to solve a case of a fourty-year murder cycle. The spirits of variouse humans and animals alike attack the locals and they need to find out why and how to stop it.

It is set somewhere in Season two.

My opinion:

This was so much fun. Like, it was really like watching an episode, just a lot longer and with the magic ability to see into Sam and Deans (and a bunch of other characters) heads.

It also gave a little bit of a fanfiction vibe, just with the addidtion that everything is cannon and that all the random little facts and quotes are a real thing (i‘ll list those in a second)

And also there were flashbacks of their childhood??? That made me cry??? I hated john winchester before, but now even more so. (More about the flashbacks below too)

So yea, it was definetly worth it and i cant wait to read the others!!

Songs:

This is the music Sam and Dean listened to during the course of the book (some locals listened to music too, but i did not list those)

- „paranoid“ by Black Sabbath

- „turn the page“ by Bob Seger

- unspecified tape by Bad Company

Flashbacks:

There are two flashbacks to Sam and Dean‘s Childhood:

- the first one is Dean Remembering a time when John made him and Sam run through an obstacle course at age twelve and eight. Dean had to shoot a gun during it, Sam just had to point and yell „Bang!“.

In the process of that Sam got injured and cried and John yelled at him to keep going and that he was doing poorly. Dean comforted his brother and encouraged him, leading to sam actually making it. Sam did it and Dean cheered, but john kept yelling at them to keep going to the next obstacle.

- the second one was from when Dean was fourteen and Sam was ten. Their Dad gave them backbags and said what was in them could last them fir four days and they all went on a hike together.

In the middle of nowhere john then saud that they should not trust anyone on what they are told and left them alone, telling them that they should find their way (at very least two days of walk) back themsleves and they shouldnt have relied on him so much and he just… left.

When they checked their backbags they found that most in it was useless and they were also filled with rocks to make it seem like it was more than it was.

Thats so fucked up, like

Those are children. And the worst part, when Dean rememvers this he thinks of it almost positively because it taught him a valuable lesson. I cant even begin to describe how my heart hurt for them.

Random facts:

Here are some facts from the book, i do t know anymor if those are mentioned in the show too, but it hardly matters, i think:

- Sam outgrew Dean at the age of 16

- Dean felt gutity over Jessicas death and thought that it was a „more solid basis“ of guilt than Sam had on the matter

- Sam can differentiate between uniforms of different wars in history just by a look

- Dean hates Rats. A lot.

Quotes:

Some quotes from the book:

John Winchester hunted monsters, ghosts, demons — the creatures most people only believed in deep down in their 3:00 am hearts, abd that they laughted off when the sun was bright and their spirits high.

It was a habit Dean had picked up from Dad — reffering to what they did as a „job“. To Sam it was nore of a Mission, even a calling.

„Sammy really likes cops,“ Dean said. „If he didnt have any talents he might have become one“

Sometimes he thought Dean wouldnt mind dying if he could go out in a blaze of glory, as the saying went. In moments of fairness, Sam knew that wasnt true. Dean didnt care about the glory; he cared about making a difference.

„I‘m coming around to the point, Sam.“ „He‘s Dean,“ Sam corrected. „I‘m Sam“. „Sorry, For some reason, you just look more like a Dean to me“

Gilmore Girls reference?

„You tried to shoot my brother“ Dean said.

Sam belived in a highter power, Dean didnt. Sam didnt have any special knowledge that Dean lacked, handt seen or heard or met God.

Lol, not yet.

Dean had been a kid, hadnt ever had a chance to become anything other than what Dad had made of him. That, finally, was the gulf between them — the canyon that could never be bridged.

Dean was an amazing guy, Sam knew, with skills and abilities most people would never imagine, and smarts Dean himself wouldnt credit, even though he relied on them all the time. And yet, at times like this, he was so humble, so unassuming, that he seemed almost unaware of the importance if his iwn contributions. At other times, of course, that humility vanished. Knowing and accepting both Deans, he guessed, was what being brothers was all about. Maybe I wouldnt want to be Dean, he thought, but i‘m sure glad I have him araound.

STOP MAKING MY CRY WTH

So anyways, that book srue was an experiance and i cant wait for the next one! I‘ll post a review of that as well and will update that post with a link to it one i‘m done!

Xoxo! <3

#supernatural #dean winchester #dean #sam #sam winchester #spn #witchs canyon #book #book review #book recommendations #reading #supernatural fan #supernatural quotes #i öove them so much #sam and dean #winchester #john winchester is evil #long post #songs

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gayemeralds · 2 months

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what are the things you hate most about shadow? i think i was mostly neutral-negative towards him but fandom blorbofication made me so instinctually averse to anything about him i cant really pinpot the ones that annoy me the most

i'll admit at first it was mostly because i was annoyed by the fandom's approach to him but i try my best not to get swayed by other peoples perception of sonic and i went back to look at the source material so i can bitch and back myself up. lmao.

i think i just really hate the direction of his character post sa2. i think there's plenty of story to be wrought from shadow- i say i wish he stayed dead after sa2 but thats not 100% true. i think the amnesia arc they went with post sa2 was the dumbest fucking thing they could do with a character who we spent an entire game (sa2) figuring out his past in. like sa2 is so lore heavy that having the core character of the game become amnesiac was stupid i fucking hate it. and it doesnt even get resolved in sonic heroes we have to get shadow the hedgehog 2005 to get a better answer and if im honest even then its still immensely confusing on what, exactly, they're trying to do with shadow.

like imagine if they didnt go the route of amnesia. a shadow that has to fully reckon with the fact that he nearly ended the world. a shadow that has to immediately acknowledge the events of sa2, his grief, geralds actions, and where this leaves him. amnesia shadow just doesnt do shadow figuring out where he stands in regard to his past enough justice. idk i just wish the amnesia thing literally never happened it was so stupid and i think it fucked up his character post sa2.

but other than that, i really do hate how he keeps getting pushed into things that he really shouldnt be pushed in. i think the sonic movies and sonic prime are the most egregious examples. i really dont understand why sonic prime, who's purpose was to explore alternative dimensions, didn't focus on sonic and blaze. why was shadow a core part of this show. and the sonic movies skipping sa1 just to get to sa2 to have shadow in the universe to milk as much money as they can frustrates me so fucking much. why is shadow confirmed before amy. also shadow in the twitter take overs when hes not even in the fucking games??? like sonic frontiers and sonic colors... i'll admit i hate sega using him as a marketing ploy. shadow to me is a character that should be placed in the reserves- he's really only useful for big, world ending events. otherwise whats the point of having him around, especially since they don't want to be consistent in his characterization.

speaking of charaterization... im not sure how to phrase this but i think a lot of modern presentations of shadow, in fandom and through sega, really forget how sa2 presented shadow, and his relationship to sonic. i hate how shadow keeps getting casted as sonic's edgy doppleganger whos just picking fights for the sake of a fight. like if you want that metal sonic is right fucking there and always has a good reason to pick a fight with sonic. and i really hate how sonic & shadow are not always casted as equals. theres an underlying respect to their relationship that i think gets forgotten. shadow does respect sonic- he calls him the ultimate lifeform during the finalhazard battle- he acknowledges and respects sonics ability, tenacity, and simplicity. he respects sonic! and the two are equals! they're supposed to be foils of each other- of what letting your losses define you as. they're equals! they're two sides of the same coin! i don't know how to phrase this without going on an insane tangent i just feel like people don't entirely understand what them being foils means.

anyway. idk. i don't like shadow post sa2 is the simplest answer to this lol.

#master emerald brothel #sighs #. shadow.....

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years

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//“Something, something…game companies are racist something, something…everything about this is racist and derogatory. Proof? Source? Nah, don’t need it, we as a western white audience claim this is all racist because we’re right about everything by default”

//If any of you out there are ranting raving and raging about how my favourite games like Danganronpa and Genshin Impact are “racist”, let me know so I can perma-block you ignorant fucks.

//I’m gonna put it in one simple sentence so you can understand - Danganronpa is NOT racist.

//I can’t believe this is even something that needs to be talked about. Genshin is a whole DIFFERENT issue on another level, so I’ll leave that out for now, but Danganronpa in particular, regardless of the lows this series can reach, it does not deserve these accusations or this slander.

//Two content creators, SHSL Blaze and Your Favorite NPC have both made videos on this topic, both of which I think you should check out, because they talk about similar things that I’m about to talk about.

//And you know it’s all bullshit, because Danganronpa has been around for literally a decade, and yet it’s only NOW that this seems to be popping up. I am willing to put money on my belief that the people saying this are just attention seekers who talk out of their asses to get responses, because they are starved of attention.

//“But what about Bandai?”

//What ABOUT Bandai!?

//The only thing about Bandai that can possibly be linked to racism is the origin of his design and character, but that’s STILL a whole load of bullshit! You cannot claim that a character is representing racism simply because they are black, and they EXIST. And besides, Bandai is the epitome of a side character. He dies too early on and just DOESN’T MATTER to ANYTHING. So why are the “fans” getting so worked up over it?

//Honestly, the problem isn’t even just that I disagree with the people saying it. To be honest, SOME more respectable people have made some good points. I’m just sick and tired to death of hearing it. I don’t care how much you try to deter me from these games, the fact is you AREN’T GOING. It would be much healthier for me if I just cut them out of my life.

//The thing is, with DR1 and V3 in particular, as I’ve noticed, Danganronpa’s writing, from its character building and writing lies very heavily on the idea of stereotypes. In fact, every character in Danganronpa 1 is based off of some kind of Japanese stereotype (for example, Hifumi represents Otaku) but the issue is that the dialogue hasn’t exactly aged well, nor has the humour.

//So if there’s any kind of controversy in Danganronpa, it’s not a result of racism. It’s a result of ignorance. And a result of the fact that Danganronpa’s writing hasn’t exactly stood the test of time.

//However, with that said, it doesn’t change the fact that Danganronpa is still a very good series, despite the issues of both it’s writing and it’s fans. It’s colourful, it’s heart-churning, it’s oftentimes very emotional, and that’s why it’s a very easy series for people to get into. Especially younger audiences who don’t, and honestly SHOULDNT, give much of a care to the political issues in its writing.

//And if you’re sitting here wondering “If the series has ages poorly, why do people like it?” And to that, I answer with this..:

//WHY DO YOU THINK THIS BLOG EXISTS!?

//The entire reason I made Survivor was to give my own take on how the series could go post the series as we know it. And the same goes for my Danganronpa Rewrite series on WattPad; ReProgrammed and ReCaptured.

//Not to mention, I am Definitely DEFINITELY not the first person to do this. Danganronpa Another 1, Another 2, Rebirth, Blowback, V2 New World Order, F: Shattered Hope, Brave: Cowards Paradise, Three Point Shot, Kill/Cure, TheAfter, Lapse, Rocky Restarts, even Hyper H2O! All of these exist to show different peoples personal takes on the series.

//And what’s more, a lot of these, H2O and Rocky Restarts especially, feature characters of varying races and ethnicity’s, various genders, various sexuality’s, various characters with some kind of physical or mental disabilities or illnesses. The reality is that a lot of fans AREN’T satisfied with the lack of modern trends, diversity and writing, but UNLIKE the people who just lie down and shit on Danganronpa and it’s fans for being racist, they’re doing what they SHOULD be doing: being the change they want to see in the world.

//If no one in Danganronpa is someone you can relate to, SOMEONE out there has created some kind of Fangan character or OC that you can relate to.

//I apologise for the rant, but given that I’ve been spending a lot of my free time on the internet while I’ve been here abroad, and it was almost inevitable that I run into this problem. Like I said, it’s one thing for Genshin Impact to get this shit, but when DANGANRONPA gets the same, it’s only a matter of time before I say something.

//This more than likely isn’t the last time I will make a political/controversy post while I’m on break, but if you have any decent/respectful opinions, then feel free to share them.

//And if you don’t feel like being nice, that’s fine. Prepare to be permanently blocked.

-Mod

#mod speaks #danganronpa #important notice

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treetreader · 2 years

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cool cool cool just got blazed stranger things smut. like i have that blocked for a reason you fuckers

i shouldnt be able to see blazed posts of shit i specifically have blocked and i shouldn't have to pay for it. thats what the damn 'content you see filter' is for!

#personal

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spitefulqueenofdemons · 3 years

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https://spitefulqueenofdemons.tumblr.com/post/643713435650113536/sleep-deprived part 2

Pushing Up Daisies chapter 3

Tw: language, murder, guns, cops, mentions of drugs

Word count: 1373

Summary: After having woken up tied to a chunk of concrete under water and doing an unspeakable act (for your survival??) You find yourself out of options and people to help. Well almost, the only one you think might be able to help is the one who got you in this situation in the first place

After a long shower and several hours on the internet searching for anything that could tell you what was going on. Apart from a few hundred movies and books with undead content the most concrete actual zombie anything you could find was mostly about the voodoo dust that people used to put others under control. And back in the 18, and 1900s people accidentally being buried alive.

There was virtually nothing about zombies in Seattle. All you knew for sure was what had happened to you. You confronted Blaine, he grabbed you, shot you, dumped you in a lake and you woke up you dont know how long after underwater with no need to breath.

As you thought and absently read yet another article about 'Haitian Zombies' you rubbed your hand against your wrist that Blaine had grabbed you with. The scratch marks on your arm were as faint as old scars but you could feel them still.

And just like that realization hit. The red eyes made sense. Blaine was a zombie, and that lady who was working the front counter probably was too. It had to be some sort of virus or something that could be transferred through scratch. The teenager in you was thrilled that zombies were real and not mindless corpses that just wandered around destroying everything it came across. Sure when you first emerged from the lake you couldnt control yourself and killed that poor innocent man but you were literally starving.

Perhaps that was the down side. The hunger is enough to blind you from any moral standing. Even more unfortunate, you didnt know how long what brains you did eat earlier would keep you satiated and you didnt have a way to get more without committing more murder. You didnt know anything about the zombieism other than the scratch causes it.

You really only had an one option. Go back to Blaine. He had options. Once you got there he could kill you, or turn you away, or kill you. You had gone in only, according to your microwave, 8 hours ago guns blazing accusing him of being a utopium dealer. How could you expect him to help.

Now you also knew you couldnt go to the police. As an officer you knew they would either freak out or hide it. And by hiding it you knew that would mean hiding you, IE killing you and sweeping it under the rug. They might turn you over to some higher part of the government. The type that does a bunch of invasive and usually very painful experiments and research.

You could just drop it. Leave town and change your name. But then again that brings up the issue of how will you eat? Murder is just too horrible an option for you. Grave robbing coukd be viable but half decomposed chemically drowned brain is almost as bad as the moral stand still of murder.

Deciding on your course of action you breezed to your closet, choosing a simple black hoodie, dark jeans and boots, and a ball cap to hide your snowy hair to wear. You grabbed a glock 19. Not the gun you had when you went to visit Blaine in the first place. That one was gone, probably in Debeers' personal stash now. This time though if he pulled so would you.

Without a vehicle, you assumed it would no longer be parked where you left it in front of MEATchute, you were instead forced to catch a bus to the opposite side of town. The open sign was off but you could see people behind the counter. It looked like they were counting the drawer.

You beat on the glass with an open palm, hard enough for it to make a lot of noise but not hard enough to shatter the glass. The older woman from when you first came was the one to open the door. She looked like she had seen a ghost, but still somehow like she didnt care.

"Cant you read the sign? We are closed. That means you dont have to go home but you sure as shit cant stay here." She half growled.

You rolled your eyes, half willing to punch her in the face if she wanted to get cocky. "Move. Wheres Debeers?" You demanded, eyes flashing past the stumpy woman and to the counter where a large man with dark hair stood sizing you up. "You," you said. You recognized him as one of the names that gave a name that then gave you Debeers. "You work for him. I shouldnt be surprised."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Cissie, let her through." The man said. He looked like a knock off version of Patrick Warburton. "You are supposed to be dead little lady. You got lungs of steal or are you one of us?"

You scoffed, wanting to hit them all. You knew it wasnt a part of the zombieism either. These fuckers were all instrumental in your death. That enough was reason for a slight beating. "I got nothing to say to you Julian. I'm here for Blaine and I'm not leaving till I get to talk to him." You demanded, stomping up to the counter.

The man sighed as if this was one of the last things he wanted to deal with. "Well he isnt here but I'll call him. See if he wants to talk to you. Follow me." He said, gesturing to you.

Not exactly happy, but pleased you were getting what you want, you followed the man behind the counter. He took you further into the building and finally into a room off the kitchen that actually looked like a real office. The large mahogany desk was a mess with files and papers, on top of them all was the stolen file from your apartment. There was a few random art pieces.

"Wait here. Someone will be by soon." He instructed, leaving you in the room alone. Trusting that you wouldnt snoop. Normally you would but this situation was not the time. You needed help, and had already pissed off two of the three people you knew had a hand in that. Snooping through Blaine's real office would be like flipping the bird after you already spit on and slapped someone. Definitely not a good idea on your part.

It took less than 20 minutes before the door opened again and a familiar blond haired blue eyed gangster opened the door. "Ah Detective. What an unpleasant surprise. I didnt know you walked amongst the undead." He said with an air of genuine shock. "When Julian told me I really didnt believe him. You took those bullets like a mortal. What happened?"

You laid out your wrist on the desk, the marks almost completely gone. He crossed to the other side and sat down, moving the little lamp that was sitting at the corner of the table. He shone the lamp over my arm and the little pink marks showed up.

Blaine 'tsk'ed. "Was it me?" He had a fake look of disgust on his face. "It was me wasnt it. Damn it, I knew I shouldnt have blown off my manicure appointment this morning." He shook his head. "Thats why you arent dead. You gotta be starving though. Would you like a snack? Pudding? Crackers and cheese? Brains?" He questioned.

You looked at the mark on your wrist in the light, your jaw clenched a little. "No thanks I already ate, but that is part of what I would like to discus."

At that his eyes widened with actual shock. "Um, you already ate? Did you kill someone or dig up a body?" When I didnt answer he nodded knowingly. "You killed someone. Oh I bet that was a sight. Sorry about the cinderblock by the way. I didnt think you would be waking up. Im sure it wasnt the best alarm."

You scoffed, a little thankful he stopped asking about your food source. "Waking up underwater was definitely a new experience, but then again so far my whole evening has been new experiences." You told him.

"Well, allow me to formally welcome you to the land of Zombies. I'll explain everything."

#fanfic #zombies #zombie #romance #blaine #blaine debeers #blaine x reader #liv moore #olivia moore #peyton charles #ravi chakrabarti #dirty cops #cops #acab

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paintmearainbow · 4 years

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What Is Love ?

Love.

Love means different things to different people. Some people say love is making your partner happy and seeing them happy makes you happy . But love, is actually a figment of our imaginations. In a way, love is selfish and makes us lose our independence. You make the other person happy to keep yourself happy, and you become dependent and vulnerable. It's a somewhat like a shared dream. And until one person decides to wakeup, and that dream, albeit fun while it lasted, becomes a living nightmare

1 YEAR AGO

For Harry and y/n; sneaking out of premiers and award shows,buying tacos and eating them at 3 AM was love. For them, love was dancing in the kitchen to Elvis and baking with each other. Love was watching horror movies in makeshift tents, snacking on caramel popcorns and cans of soda; all while making fun of Harry's "those dumb bitches" in the movie. Love was falling asleep in each others arms and reading each other books. It was dressing up as Disney characters and acting out scenes from their favourite animations. It was etheral, perfect. Almost too perfect too be true

People always said "Love will fizzle out. One of you will get bored." Harry and y/n didn't listen. They burned so fast, so bright and didn't realise that their spark too, like all blazed and sparks from lighted matches, had extinguished. One second it was burning so brightly, and the next, it was gone

..............................................................................................

"When was the last time you spoke to him ?" asked y/n's sister.

" A week ago" a distraught y/n replied. "He barely has time to even talk to me on the phone, let alone show me the sights and explore the places with him via facetime"

For a brief moment, she allowed herself to close her eyes and all the memories flashed through her eyes, like a movie roll, playing over and over agai

FLASHBACK

"Y/N !" exclaimed Harry, the golden flecks in his eyes dancing with joy. Oh how she longed to see him, feel him and be with him in real life , rather than on a screen. Yet she was eternally grateful for Harry for never making her feel left out from the tour experience, he always made sure to show her around, even if it was only on a screen, while giving tour guide commentary in a horribly fake American accent.

"You're in for a treat ! We're going to see the Louvre today. Come on an enjoy the sited with Harry's Tour Experiences"

Y/n couldn't stop laughing.

Being an art fanatic, she giving Harry detailed descriptions of the art, while all he did was turn it inti a joke. His put on accent stood out when he kept saying " Oh shucks ! Here's another painting of a few women and men fighting and eating." He termed an entire style of art; renaissance art as "men and women barely dressed fighting and eating". He made a few sly comments on how y/n would look lovely in that dress. It was so wonderful and each of these virtual trips was marked with his signature end. Going to a park, and eating the same food.

His laughter was contagious and y/n loved it. She wondered how she got so lucky, so blessed to have hazza in her life.

She never thought that this love, would eventually fizzle.

end of flashback

Now she was lucky if he spoke to her for 5 minutes. Even those 5 minutes were filled with her talking and him showing least interest in what she had to say. She doubted whether he even listened.

Today, however was a low blow. It was y/n' bday. had it been any other year. Harry would've made this day perfect. They had been together since they were 18. The first year, he bought her 18 gifts on her birthday. The subsequent year, he got her 19 and so on. He would make her breakfast in bed and wake her up with showers of kisses and a "Good Morning, Happy Birthday Darling."

Today however, at 7 PM , she was yet to have him acknowledge that it was her birthday. She was yet to have any sign of news from him at all. She illusioned herself, thinking that maybe he had interviews to attend.

Her sister, however, tired with y/n's moping, said" You're coming over with your friends to Club 22 this night or else I wont speak to you. I don't want you to spend your birthday moping around"

With great difficulty, y/n was persuaded by her friends to go clubbing. The loud music, the drinks and the dim lights were never y/n's scene. Yet, for the sake of her friends, she fixed up a smile on her face and tried to enjoy, trying her best to forget than Harry's call still hadn't come.

.......

It was 10 PM and the party was in full swing. y/n's friends were drunk, so drunk. Everyone around her was laughing, drinking and joking. Meanwhile, a new disturbing thought had settled in y/n's head. What if he got into and accident ? What if he's really sick ? She was ridden with anxiety and couldn't get Harry off her mind, until that one fateful message from Nezza, her best friend, Harry's PA, through whom they had met, sent her that message. When y/n's phone lit up and she scarmbled to see the text, hoping it was Harry, she did not know it would change her life permanently.

The text was simple. "I'm so so sorry honey; you deserve to know" It was attached with a single file of pictures.

She subconciously knew what had happened. She had seen all the signs, yet chose to ignore them, not wanting to get up from her dream. The reduced duration of phone calls ultimately leading up to a call a month, the regular excuses, coming home late, half hearted kisses, they all added up. For a split second, y/n wanted to think that it was something else; maybe harry was too drunk or had passed out in a bar.

The message to forever to download. It was so slow and painfully excruciating. It was like the calm before the storm. The slow before the fast. The light drizzle before the thunderstorm. When the picture finally loaded; her heart shattered ever so fast. The pain she felt was numbing, yet somewhere in her mind, she was gald that Harry was safe.

There was Harry, his arm around the small waist of the redhead, his fingers entwined in hers. The same fingers which ran through y/n's hair multiple times, were now woven in another's hand. She thought her heart couldnt break more.

Fate was not kind to y/n.

She swiped to see the next picture, and she wasn't sure how, or whether it was even possible, but her heart further broke. Harry was kissing her in the booth, their booth, in Alessandro's the place he had her first date with y/n.

Fate had evil plans for y/n.

Tears streaming down her face, the makeup for the night ruined, y/n looked around for her sister and friends but they were nowhere to be seen. The only thing glowing right now was her glitzy dress, the one she had been forced into. Unable to take it anymore, she ordered an uber and left.

Fate wasn't kind to y/n at all

The minute she left the club, she was blinded with lights, the flashes from the camera, and the shouts from the reporters

" How do you feel about Harry cheating on you on tour ?"

"Did you expect this ? How do you react to Harry kissing a supermodel, younger than you!"

Y/n wanted to scream, but keeping her emotions in she pushed through the sea of people, got into her uber, gave her address and broke down.

She cried and cried. The uber driver tried to ask her what was wrong but she couldn't stop crying. she wanted the pain to go away. she wanted to cry. But most of all, she wanted Harry to tell her that it wasn't true and hold her in his arms and tell her it's alright.

But it wasn't. it wasn't alright. Far from it.

The next morning after an extremly broken sleep, y/n awoke. All the event's from last night wre remembered and her eyes started to water again. She switched on her phone to see the hashtag #y/ndeservesbetter and #harryandy/nareover trending. She also so 100 missed calls, voicemails and texts from Harry but chose to ignore them.

Y/n was raised to be strong. She spent most of childhood see her mom struggle to make meets end. She had seen the worst. She was strong. She went over to the mirror and saw her reflection and realised that she looked a mess. She took 3 deep breaths, washed her face, and masked her emotions, just as she did way back in high school, before she met Harry, before he changed her.

She went down and suddenly the apartment door opened. There stood the man who she loved, the man who had broken her heart, the one who still held her heart, no matter how broken it was.

He pleaded with her to forgive him. He begged, cried, said it was a one time mistake, and he regretted it, that he loved her; but y/n turned a deaf ear to his pleas. Their love had fizzled out, and she was blinded by affection not to realise it earlier. And as the saying goes " Once a cheater, always a cheater." Y/n wasn't taking any more risks. She put on a strong facade, made up her mind and left, leaving a crying Harry on the porch.

She wasn't over him, far from it. She was so broken, yet showed no signs. She had calm expresssion, yet her thoughts were chaotic. But she knew what was best and she knew this was the right thing to do. She had to take the lessons from this experience and move on, just like her mother had taught her. Dreams end, no matter how amazing it is, no matter how much you want to hold on and live it, and this, her perfect dream, had also come to an end.

So, what is love ?

A dream ? A nightmare ? Soemthing too good to be true?

Maybe all it is, is an illusion. A fairytale. Or maybe it is the truth, because truth teaches us lessons and so does love. i guess it's one of those things which just has no answers.

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AND THATS A WRAP. I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING. it's something which definitely shouldnt be forgive . this the first ever imagine I've posted on my new tumblr. Please send feedback. Hope you enjoyed it. Reblog. What are your thoughts? i would love to hear them. Send requests for more imagines.

i should be studying but eh.

keep dreaming

ashu.

(here's a random B99 gif for no reason)

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I think I got your point about this days. Straight characters don't deserve days. Thanks for making me feel very good with being straight... :l Have a good day!

Uh, what?? First of all, I’m not some bitch that “hates straight people” if that’s what you’re saying. Also I hate to be like this but it’s very guilt-trippy to say you “feel bad about being straight” because of me. You honestly shouldn’t, your sexuality is as valid as mine, but you’re kind of really privileged sexuality-wise.Like you probably know all this but being homosexual, I’m at risk of being hung, stoned, put in concentration camps (yeah theyre coming back for gay people), etc., and am hated by half/most of the world, even for holding someone’s hand.I know it was not your intent to come off even slightly homophobic, but well, you kind of did.Now we’re past the basics of privilege, let’s talk about representation. Now I can guarantee you there are 74883929 straight people in every form of media. you will never not find someone you can relate to. but us lgbt+ people? yeah, most media has no one for us to relate to. none. zéro. lgbt+ people thinking they’re bad and awful and messed up because we’re not straight is a huge cause of uh, death (yeah) within the society of lgbt+ people. a reason for that? they can’t see themselves. there are no characters that represent us in a good way. luckily that is changing now, but that should have always been a right. cassandra clare’s books are really important to us. she’s one of the first authors that dared to include even one gay character, and the libraries didnt support them, they had red labels stuck across them and were restricted. she was offered 3x the money to write a clace series but denied. I know a lot of us lgbt+ people have thought about the lgbt+ characters in tsc and they’ve helped us, they’ve saved lives. since why would an author include it if it was wrong? Next part: okay so Haline is really under appreciated due to fetishisation of mlm and straight girls (that is a generalisation im not personally attacking you or anything!!1!) can’t find women hot right? that must equal disrespect and no shipping! hm yeah no. if you’ve seen Hetty’s (emmarosales) post on it (which you should definitely read!! its educational), you’ll know all about that. Haline is never talked about. Fics about any wlw get 20 notes or fewer. Fics about mlw or mlm get over 100 notes and more and there are so many of them. Seeing people ignore Haline, a ship that means so much to me and others, is really hurtful. you’re not an ally if you ignore wlw but stan the hell out of mlm. im sorry but its the truth. haline day happened to spread more appreciation of this beautiful ship, in the hopes that we would see more content of them, which did kind of work, (thanks for everyone who is posting it!) but hardly. As a homosexual person, it is hard for me to stand up for myself in this world. The lgbt+ community as a whole is oppressed, and straight people are in the front. Even in every tsc series the main couple is straight, which is understandable considering the time periods, which is why primarily the eldest curses and then the wicked powers (kit and ty) are so important to us. I have loads of posts about these subjects so by searching things like “wlw” “fetishise”/“fetishisation” and “sexuality” on my account you can find them :). The last thing we need is days for characters and ships that are already appreciated. Perhaps you can imagine how it would feel when characters who are usually straight and white have days that are more popular than days that support marginalised and oppressed groups of people. You will get the spotlight again, which isn’t right. there shouldnt be one group of people considered more important than another. Tumblr isn’t representative of the world. Just because we can say this stuff here it doesn’t mean we can in the world. I don’t see how you can feel bad for being straight, it’s like you would want to be another sexuality, but I’ll get to that in a minute. Your voice is held above our (marginalised people, lgbt+ people, poc ((although i am not a poc so ‘our’ is not a term i can use in that matter)), mentally ill people, neuroatypical people, etc.) voices. You can’t help that, that’s not you’re fault. But it does the opposite of helping when you put a straight, white character in the spotlight for a day. You see, tumblr is not the rest of the world, as I stated earlier. On tumblr you don’t get pride festivals shut down or monitored by the police, not protecting the lgbt+ people but in the way that they are dangerous and could pose a threat, or so they can put us in handcuffs for unbelievably stupid reasons. In tumblr you don’t get white supremacist groups with blazing torches chanting the nazi motto, normalised by the government, or in this case the staff. those groups have no police monitoring them. you see lgbt+ people on tumblr and probably think we are supported by the majority of the world, but we are not. most of the world is prejudiced against us. tumblr is not what the real world is like for the oppressed and marginalised.Okay, so now I’ll talk about that other thing. You should never say you feel bad about being straight, as if you would want to be any other sexuality. Yes, I’m proud of my sexuality, as are others of the lgbt+ community, but it is absolutely awful to have the oppression that comes with it. Even small things said against straight people are not intended harmfully, although they aren’t always nice— they don’t compare to the thousands of years of torment we have received. the history against lgbt+ (and poc definitely but since the ask was sexuality-based, so is this) people is too large and horrible for any prejudice against heterosexuals to ever compare. you don’t want that discrimination. I hope you have gotten my point. This essay was definitely way more than just about the ‘days’ but i really wanted to get this across, and I hope that after reading this you will understand how things like 'Julian day’, etc., are bad.Thanks ;)

#wow i hope you see how fucking shit it is now #thanks for that ask!!#much appreciated #yeah i know im a bit 'attacky' but im fuming #asks #lgbt #representation

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