#my relationship with food has become horrible honestly I’m just binging all the time and I’m so afraid of what that will lead to

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At least today was productive

[carynsilver]

Favorite Fics: Drarry Edition

Like I mentioned last time, reading has been a big comfort to me with all this craziness and sheltering at home, so I want to pay it forward and send love to some of the writers whose work has been brightening my quarantine. Thanks, guys!

For this list, we’re leaving the MCU for a while and heading over to the Wizarding World. I liked Harry Potter when it came out, but I never really read much fanfic until I realized a couple of years ago how much a redeemed Draco fit into the redemption trope that I loved in Harringrove, LoVe, SnowBaz, and other fandoms and ships. Once I started perusing the fics out there, I realized that one of the strengths of this fandom is the length and quality of the stories. I love stories that are a meal, and Drarry provides so many!

As I’ve gotten into the ship (so many years late, lol), these are my top 10 favorites.

dirtynumbangelboy by @magpiefngrl

This is probably the Drarry fic that I most enjoy. I come back to it fairly often when I need just a good read in the HP world. Fake dating is one of my absolute favorite tropes, which made this one an automatic win for me, but it’s written with such heart. I really, really love Draco in this fic. His uni studies and his flat being so different from the diffident image he projects. This is also probably the best Astoria I’ve ever read. Also--Jam Today! Read it now!

Do It All Over Again by DracoWillHearAboutThis

I only discovered this series earlier this year, and I’ve already read it at least three times from beginning to end. It’s a re-telling of the original series starting from Book 1. Draco sends himself a letter from the future basically saying that his dad is wrong, and he needs to give up his pure blood ideals and befriend Harry, then--boom--the Golden Trio’s adventures all happen with Draco in tow (and eventual romance, of course). The plot is fairly similar to the actual series, but I am there for the angst and the character growth. Narcissa kicks ass in this ‘verse, and Draco/Hermionie as besties is a treat! Book 4 and Book 6 are both amazing. And her titles are hilarious. This is the only series on my list that is still a WIP, but there’s plenty to read. Books 1 - 6 are complete, and a new chapter for 7 comes out every two weeks. It’s a safe bet so far, and it’s so good--why wait?

A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587

In this fic, Draco takes a job as Potions Professor at Hogwarts after getting divorced under horrible circumstances and renews his acquaintance with Harry, who is the DADA Professor. It’s got a bisexual awakening, and manages to combine friends with benefits with some supreme pining. Like a whole pine forest. Thunderbird587′s Draco POV is so fleshed out, and yet it also lets us see how Harry is pining, even when Draco himself doesn’t. Plus, at over 200K, it is long enough to get lost in for ages, which is perfect right about now. And when you finish the main fic, there are three other ancillary fics, two in Harry’s POV that take place during the main one. The cufflinks one is my favorite, but the writing is so good that I even thoroughly enjoyed the third sub-fic that fleshed out an OC. So, so worth the read--all of it!

The Foundations!verse by Saras_Girl

All of the fics by Saras_Girl are great. You can’t go wrong with any of them. But Reparations, Foundations, and all the little one-shots after are my favorite. It honestly surprised me at first, because alcoholism is a trigger for me, but this fic actually helped me realize that it’s the addiction part, the fall to rock bottom that triggers me. Recovery stories are different. And, I guess, this one is a bit different in that, though it has plenty of characters recovering, Draco himself is actually in a healthy place and facilitating recovery without relapsing. Harry is a Healer in this one, which is not the usual, and I quite enjoy his other relationships in this ‘verse, as well. He, Ron, and Hermione’s friendship is great in this one (their pub nights crack me up), but I also really like Harry’s friends at St. Mungo’s. My second favorite Terry Boot ever, and two awesome OC chicks. And the process of Drarry going from can’t stand each other to in love is slow and prickly and yet really believable. Oh, and Harry and Narcissa’s relationship in this one is just fabulous.

Golden Age by zeitgeistic (faire_weather)

The Hufflepuff in me was bound to fall in love with this fic. I really enjoy Eighth Year fics, especially the ones that embrace inter-house unity (shouldn’t have taken them a war to see the need for that!). This one takes it to a new level when everyone in... I think it was 6th - 8th years were resorted at the welcome feast, and the whole 8th year dynamic is shaken up. Harry, Draco and Neville become Hufflepuffs; Hermione and Pansy become Ravenclaws; Ginny becomes a Slytherin; and somehow Ron and Blaise are the ones who stay in their houses because the hat thinks they are basically the uber Gryffindor and Slytherin. But with the rest of them, we get to see them embrace other facets of their personalities, which is super interesting. And then, after the resorting, we find out that Hufflepuffs have a whole different world going on that basically no one outside their house knows about, and that world is brilliant. Even Hufflepuff food in the Great Hall is different! Everyone would enjoy this story, I think, but if you are a ‘Puff, you really, truly should not miss it. And if you like this one, check out some of zeitgeistic’s other works. Her world building is fabulous.

Life skills outside the curriculum by Endrina

In this fic, Harry gets fed up with the Dursleys before his 11th birthday and runs away before he gets his Hogwarts letter. He ends up on the streets and somehow embraces this kind of instinctual magic that is really fascinating. A few years later, Draco runs away rather than get involved more closely with the Dark Lord, and of course they meet up. This whole fic is super compelling. Harry’s world view and the way people gravitate toward him even without chosen one status. Also, this fic has one of my favorite versions of Remus and Sirius ever. I really wish there was a part two that went in depth on everything that happened after the end of this one, but even on its own it is so worth the read. And everything is wrapped up. I’m just greedy and would’ve loved more. :-)

A Convenient Impracticality by @firethesound

This fic combines friends with benefits and fake dating into a really enjoyable story. Harry is so oblivious, but it all works out in the end. And Draco is a secret mastermind, but in a good way. So is Hermione. Unlike some of the other, angstier stories on my list, this one is so fun, and I love it. And if you like it, check out more of firethesound’s work, as well. It’s worth it!

you’ve got the antidote for me by kandakicksass

And then, back on the angst train, lol. Soulmates, red string of fate, rejected bond = terminal disease. Whew! There’s a lot to unpack in this one, but after I read it, I never forgot it. I read a lot of fic in a lot of fandoms, and I always know a story is going to become a favorite if it stands out so much that I remember it later and think about it. That surely happened here.

(We’ll Call This Fixer-Upper) Home by phdmama

This is one of the first fics I read on my first Drarry binge, and I’ve always remembered it. Just like I love Eighth Year and Hogwarts professor fics, I also love fics where they have really unexpected jobs--pretty much anything other than Aurors. In this one, Harry is an artist/photographer and Draco is an up-and-coming rock star. The music and art, the creativity is important in this fic, but it also really looks at Draco’s recovery after the war in ways I haven’t read since, and I’m also a sucker for our favorite characters actually addressing and recovering from their trauma. 

Boom Clap (The Sound of My Heart) by @femmequixotic and noeon (noe)

This fic takes the Eighth Year trope to the next level. Draco, Harry, Hermione, and some other faves are teaching fellows at Hogwarts. Junior professors, kind of. It read like if the HP crew went to college. And, of course, Draco and Harry fall in love along the way, but not without much angst and obliviousness. I really enjoy the Draco POV in this. His worries and anxieties feel so real for that stage in his life, but amped up because of the past. This was one I read, never forgot, and then had to go back and find so i could read it again.

So, those are my top 10, but there is lots of other good Drarry out there--both from these authors and all the others in the ship and the fandom. Thanks for all the writing you guys do.

Oh, and tagging @virtual-insomnia, but only because she said she might want to make some quarantine fic lists of her own. :-)

[medea10]

My Review of Domestic Girlfriend

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Storage Rental

Forget spring cleaning! New Year’s was the best time for me to clean up my life.

I remember when I realized that something in my life had to change.

I had woken up in my room surrounded by chocolate wrappers, an empty tub of ice cream, and a pile of tissues in the bin. My phone was on voicemail for the past two days, primarily because it was covered under a pile of my ex’s love letters and I didn’t feel like touching it.

The ice cream didn’t mix well with the wine I had last night, and I felt sick to my stomach. It was the second day I woke up like this this week. At 25, I didn’t see my life being this way. I thought my apartment would look like those in magazines, and that I’d have a hot guy by my side!

Despite my best efforts, I just had gotten dumped by my ex Cassius. It was a toxic relationship. My room was a mess and I looked like a totally depressed wreck of a girl. I had guzzled down way too much red wine while crying over him. My life needed an overhaul!

It was December 27th, shortly after Christmas. Though I’ve never done it before, I started to put together a New Year’s resolution to clean up my life and find a way to break through all the horrible energy of 2018.

Giving your life an overhaul sounds like a world of expenses and efforts, doesn’t it? Believe it or not, I only really needed good friends, an online therapist, and an on-demand storage service called Shed.

I realized what the root of many of my problems was pretty quickly.

At first, I didn’t really know what to do. Should I go to a therapist? Should I go to rehab? I took a look around my apartment. It was a mess, and I realized that a lot of the things that were becoming such a burden during my time living here all dealt with stuff.

My ex’s jacket was still on the floor. My kegerator was full of booze. My yoga mat had turned into a carpet. My calendar that once had my schedule planned to the minute was nothing more than a dusty piece of wall decor, crowded by a pile of CDs from Cassius.

My friends and I banded together to clean up my life in 13 different ways. Here are some ways you can do it, using my process as an example.

Toss out your ex’s stuff.

I called my friends Frank and Steve over. They know me as a tidy person, which is why they were totally stunned when they walked into my apartment. My relationship with Cassius left me (and my apartment) a wreck. They asked me if I needed help, and I quickly said yes.

We started to toss out his stuff. I chucked out his love notes, some of the CDs he bought, as well as some of the other goods that reminded me of him. Everything went well until we turned our attention to his crust punk vest.

Steve pointed out something: Cassius loved that vest, and he was probably going to come back from it eventually. It was priceless thanks to the limited edition signed patches on it. If we threw it out, he would be very likely to call the police over stolen property.

We didn’t want it in the apartment, but we didn’t know what to do. I then looked at Cassius’s Airpods, his designer boots, and the iPad he left behind. This was a serious issue!

Steve pointed out that he had a storage unit with Shed that we could use, and this ended up being our saving grace.

Shed has one of the coolest concepts I ever heard of. It’s on-demand storage facility that will pick up your items, catalogue them, store them, and also deliver them the very same day you need them for free. He owned a large garage-sized storage unit, and soon, we figured out what to do.

We used Steve’s Shed app to call them over. Within minutes, the crew catalogued all of Cassius’s goods and shipped them away to safety. Frank grabbed my phone then texted Cassius, telling him to claim his goods in 30 days or we’d throw them out.

I found a way to draw a line in the sand with Cassius. He couldn’t just store stuff with me anymore and there was no way to excuse him hanging around anymore.

Clear out all the useless junk in your home!

With my ex’s junk out of the way, I almost immediately felt my life getting a bit better. Not having to see his stuff everywhere kept the memories of us away, and in its own weird way, helped me feel better.

I then looked around my home once more. We started to work on another way to clean up my life: getting rid of all the things I didn’t use or enjoy.

We tossed out torn clothes, broken dishes, broken gaming consoles, and so much more. It was a haul! In total, we threw out around six trash bags of stuff. My studio apartment stopped looking cramped and started to look a lot better.

When I woke up, I realized I still had a lot of stuff that I wasn’t sure what to do with. I used these items a little bit, but not enough to have them constantly out and about. (Looking at you, Mr. Breadmaker.)

Though it was great to have Cassius’s things stored in Steve’s storage, I realized that it was time to get my own. Storage through Shed would give me a healthy amount of time and space to figure out what I should do with each item—and also clear room in my apartment.

Before my best friends showed up, I ordered some storage space from Shed and got them to pick up a bunch of my old DJ gear. My room immediately looked a lot better.

Put all your “vice” items away.

I know that my drinking is a byproduct of my relationship with Cassius, and that I typically won’t drink if I don’t see things around me that remind me of drinking. The best way to break the bad habit, I figured, would be to develop an “out of sight, out of mind” attitude.

When Shed’s people arrived, I asked them to pick up my kegerator, my bar kit, my bartending books, and the home bar I built for the parties Cassius wanted to throw at my place. As they left, I realized that drinking just became a lot harder.

Clear your mind with regular therapy.

Though cleaning my home took a lot of work and accomplished a lot, everything wasn’t alright. It still hurt. I was still grieving my breakup, craving beer the moment I woke up, and feeling pretty anxious. Cleaning up my life meant that I would have to get someone who could clean up my mind, too.

Knowing that, I booked an appointment with a therapist. We spent the day talking, and I’m currently getting my treatment for depression. It’s really helping me move on.

Take time to give your apartment a serious scrub-down.

Now that all the extra goods were gone, my place was remarkably easy to clean up. I called my friends over to help. Within a couple of hours, we were able to vacuum, sweep, dust, and organize all three rooms. My apartment looked good as new, and more importantly, also smelled great once again.

There is serious truth to the health benefits of keeping a clean home. Frank, who has pretty bad allergies, looked pretty relieved once this task was through. It was now a healthier environment for everyone.

Clean up your finances.

I’ll admit it: Cassius put a serious toll on my personal finances. Steve was the one who pointed out that I wasn’t able to pay for pizza delivery, and well, I ended up spilling the beans. Thankfully, Steve worked in finance and was able to help out.

We put together a plan to pay down debt, improve my credit score, and also avoid late fees. Oh, and we also got Cassius off my phone plan, because he really should learn to stop being a leech.

Believe it or not, having a clean home made it easier to focus on the financials. There were just fewer distractions along the way.

Pick up a side gig.

Even with all the sweeping changes that I was making, Cassius still was getting free rent in my mind. Everyone knew he was bad for me, but I didn’t want to fully let go quite yet. Eventually, it came to a head with my therapist who mentioned that it could be something to do with my schedule.

I started to take a look at getting gigs playing music at parties. I started to get extra work! Every time I’d have a gig, I’d ask Shed to bring my gear the day before. The day after, it’d go right back to Shed. It was a great system that helped me earn money without losing space.

Give your social media a scrub.

While browsing the world of Instagram, I came across Cassius posting something about us. Almost immediately, I unfollowed him. Then, I realized that I probably had 50 other people from his toxic crowd with access to my social media.

I looked in my inbox, and was already getting some really intrusive questions from his friends. Unfollow, block, unfollow, block. Deleting my public trainwreck of a breakup post was a must, too. There was a lot of work to do.

After about an hour of unfollowing and scrubbing, my social media accounts had fewer followers—but it paid off by having less stress.

Clean up your health habits.

Cassius was not the healthiest person out there, and it wasn’t just his excessive drinking that made him awful. He ate poorly, his hobbies were toxic, and honestly, he didn’t really even respect my need for healthy habits.

I looked through my kitchen cupboards and threw out all the food he’d normally be trying to shove down my throat. I called my friends from my old weight loss group, and we all went out grocery shopping together. My kitchen was full of foods ready for clean eating, and no soda was visible in my home.

The moment I promised myself to stick to clean eating, I ordered my old food processor home from Shed. I forgot how much I love my sweet potato purees!

While you’re at it, clean out your subscriptions.

Cleaning has a wild way of gaining momentum. This even spread to my email, which I actually only recently remembered having. It’s true. My breakup so deeply affected me, I didn’t check my email for a week!

My inbox was flooded with stuff and reminders of all the little subscriptions I had. News updates I didn’t need, weird little ads for things I no longer wanted, and litter that got rid of my mind’s focus—it was just too much. I cleared out the subscriptions I no longer used.

While it was a little work, by the end of my cleaning binge, I saved about $50 on needless subscriptions that I no longer used. It was a nice chunk of change.

Give your social circle a trim, too.

Cassius called within two weeks, asking for his stuff back. Admittedly, I was tempted. I didn’t want him to stay gone. I still cared about him. I set up a time, called my friends, and then got Shed to drop off his goods.

When he came by, Frank and Steve wouldn’t leave my side. We handed him his stuff. He looked around the apartment, which now bore a striking resemblance to how it looked prior to us dating. He asked to come back, and I told him to get lost.

After that night, Frank and Steve helped me prune my address book. My life finally felt together again.

Reference : https://shedstorage.com/

[arabian-bloodstream]

Shoulda ended with Adam/Hannah

My final summation could be completely wrong, total bs. I admit that freely. I am a huge Adam Driver fan, but I didn't plan on watching Girls because I dislike Lena Dunham *that* much, however my adoration and lust for him grew too strong that I couldn't resist. I wound up bingeing the show in a week. Unsurprisingly, I loved Adam Sackler. Very surprisingly, I loved Dunham's character, Hannah, and I loved Hannah/Adam as a couple. I can't say I "enjoyed" watching the ups and downs so much because I wasn't horribly fond of Jessa, but as the final season drew to a close, based on the narrative, I expected some sort of conclusion that promised some kind of path towards Hannah and Adam.

That such didn't happen was very disappointing because that narrative was so there not only throughout the series, but yeah, in that final season quite pronounced. In that final episode, I understood why all four of the girls weren't there because they had grown apart and it was Hannah's journey, but three people accepted/loved and/or grew to love Hannah from the first episode (Hannah herself, Marnie and Adam). Those three should have been there at the end. 

As I wrote above, I was not expecting a happily-ever-after. Girls was not that kind of show, but I really do think that Adam should have been there. And it would have made perfect sense because Adam always came back and the narrative was there ALL SEASON LONG. During the final season several things happened that made an inevitable reunion of sorts between Adam and Hannah, as well as the dissolution of Adam and Jessa. It simply made narrative sense. Including what happened between Adam and Hannah the few episodes prior that did NOT provide closure of any kind. Sorry, not sorry, but it did not. Let's make a list, shall we?

1. We found out that it was Jessa who had pushed Adam towards Mimi Rose while Hannah was away. This A) presented Jessa in a not very good light in that it showed her not respecting Hannah as a friend, and B) not respecting Adam as a person, and C) not respecting Hannah and Adam's relationship.

*That* is likely why Jessa had no problem setting up Adam with Mimi Rose, or getting with him after he'd dated one of her supposed best friends. She clearly never thought that he and Hannah were anything more than fuck buddies who hung out and watched stupid movies occasionally and ate junk food. Jessa had no clue that Adam and Hannah were *actually* in love. Like deeply, truly IN LOVE. That they shared like in depth, down deep stuff together, were there for one another, encouraged one another, became better people with one another and for one another. She had no fucking clue.

2. And that is what we found out in the final season: That Jessa was entirely ignorant as to the depth of Adam and Hannah's relationship. While Adam was filming scenes during his film about said relationship with Hannah we saw twice that Jessa had no idea as to what had actually gone on during that relationship. The first was during the spanking/sex scene. After it was over, Jessa suggested that Adam wasn't playing it right, thinking he should be playing it annoyed with 'Hannah' and not quite enjoying the sexual antics, while Adam blithely assured her that it was totally cool and that it was as he remembered it. 

Later, during a scene when Adam was with 'Hannah' while she was recovering from her OCD and Adam was comforting her during some major insecurities about his love for her, Jessa had quite the issue with that. She didn't understand why this film was playing out like some great Adam/Hannah love story since according to Jessa all Adam and Hannah supposedly did was, yeah, watch stupid movies and eat junk food on the couch. 

What was also interesting--and again, the show made a clear point of this twice--was that Adam did not get or care what Jessa was saying. Adam didn't get that Jessa was upset or why she was upset. He didn't get or care that Jessa was bothered that he was making an ode to his love story with Hannah and that the film wasn't in any way about his supposed love story with Jessa. Nor did he seem to get that Jessa didn't understand his relationship with Hannah, nor did he get that she was bothered that he had remembered having that kind of relationship with her. This showed a complete lack of communication and understanding between Adam and Jessa, not just about Adam and Hannah, but about his film, thus his craft… and the only things that we were shown *ever* that Adam truly cared about were Hannah and his craft. And Adam didn't care that Jessa was clueless about both.

3. Adam needed, desperately needed, Hannah to watch his movie. He said it was about closure. But was it really? They were over and had been over for quite some time. So it wasn't that; it was just Adam once again needing Hannah. Full-stop. Period. Like always. Because Hannah and Adam always go back to one another. And that was clear when Hannah watched the movie. And the moments that Adam chose to write, and film. "Bed's getting cold." His look of love and longing into the camera… to a departing Hannah. And Adam wanted… NEEDED Hannah to watch this. And Hannah was indeed watching and this is how the episode ended, leaving that final impression not only on Hannah, but on the audience as well. And *that* was the impression left *for* the audience in the show too: Adam was looking into the camera, i.e., looking at the person watching him and who was watching him? Hannah. The real Hannah. Just as Adam had begged her to and Adam was telling Hannah in so many words, You are gone and I miss you. That is why Adam needed Hannah to watch his film. He needed her to know that.

4. When Adam and Hannah briefly got back together for one day, he told her when discussing him and Jessa that the two of them would have flamed out in about four months anyway. Where were we at series end? Oh, about four months from that point.

5. Adam and Hannah spent literally ONE DAY trying to get back together. ONE DAY in which they dealt with exactly ZERO of their issues…

Not the fact that Hannah couldn't handle no longer being the only thing that Adam cared about anymore.

Not the fact that Adam moved out on Hannah to practice his craft instead of dealing with Hannah's insecurities.

Not the fact that Hannah left Adam to go to another state to study her writing despite his emotional issues and inability to handle such a thing.

Not the fact that Adam began dating someone else without telling Hannah and moved her into Hannah's apartment.

Not the fact that Adam dated one of her best "friends."

Without trying to deal with any of these they couldn't truly even begin to enjoy the positives of why they were together again, the growth they'd both experienced. Because they KEEP COMING BACK TO ONE ANOTHER through the years, because they completely get one another. Because, no matter what, they have each other's backs. Because they love one another, are in love one another, sure, they fall out of love, but yet, they keep falling back in love with one another. 

6. Jessa and Adam worked better as friends. When featured in a romantic or sexual situation, they were not good. Their first sexual encounter was plain bad. They had rampaging, horrible, violent, sexually-tinged fights. They were only presented two times romantically in a good light and neither were *for* Adam and Jessa as a couple. The first was when meeting Jessa's sister; that was all about Jessa's character, revealing a bit of her history, telling us who and why she was. The other was during Adam's play (with Jessa watching from across the apartment) and that was all about Hannah figuring out that Jessa and Adam were fucking. OK, to be fair, there was one romantic interlude that was about them. The day they went to the fair, but they were still friends who were teetering on the edge of becoming lovers... and Adam was the ex of one of Jessa’s best friends, which, again, *is* problematic! 

Other than that we saw Jessa and Adam as friends who fucked or as combatants who fucked. That was pretty much it. There was no actual love story there. Jessa and Adam didn't have any semblance of an actual romantic love story. No, neither were the main character, but we saw more of that kind of romance for Jessa and her husband (their wedding really was beautiful, Adam was right), and Marnie, and Shoshana with various guys they were involved with than we ever did with Jessa and Adam–one of the main four "Girls" and arguably the main "guy" of the series. Yes, yes, they were more "popular" than this couple or that couple, but honestly, can we not say that a potentially big part of that isn't because of Adam Driver/Sackler's popularity and Lena Dunham/Hannah's lack thereof and the desire to see one without the other?

So what changed? I don't know. Because the narrative was freaking THERE! It. Was. There! Maybe Adam Driver wasn't available at all for the final episode. Maybe Lena Dunham really is as petty as she's come across time and time again and Adam Driver's success made her decide, 'Fuck it! He has all this success now, I'm not giving him the girl too in *my* show!' Maybe I’m just thinking it’s that because I'm still pissed off by her calling him out in that speech she gave at SXSW in 2014 because she missed a fairly important detail, I feel.

"People are ready to see Adam play a million different guys in one year – from lotharios to villains to nerds. Meanwhile Allison Williams, Jemima Kirke and Zosia Mamet are still waiting for parts they can get interested in." 

That quote would have a lot more girl-power and feel less like an attack on Adam Driver and 'Wah! Why does Hollywood keep casting HIM?!!' if she hadn't had another male series regular in her cast (Alex Karpovsky, Ray) at the time and another who was recurring (Andrew Rannells, Elijah), but currently or just about to begin filming the next season in which he too would be *another* male series regular in her cast. So... three male series regulars in her cast opposed to four female series regulars and she mentioned (aside from herself) only the other three female regulars which makes it a fair ratio and only one of the male series regulars was getting roles.

However, that one actor out of three getting roles is an attack on feminism because the three females on her show are not? What about the two other males who weren't getting roles? Were they chopped liver? No, Lena, Adam Driver was/is just THAT FUCKING GOOD. Remember, his role was supposed to just be the "handsome carpenter" in the Pilot episode, but he was THAT FUCKING GOOD to you too that you wound up expanding his role to that of essentially the show's male lead… *that* is why "people are ready to see Adam play a million different guys in one year." Pfft!

Of course (see disclaimer at the top of the post), I could be wrong. Dunham could have just decided that a miserable Hannah, unable to breast-feed her child, alone with only Marnie--triumphant as THE ultimate best friend--was the way to go while Adam was stuck in a problematic relationship with Jessa, despite all narrative signs pointing to an eventual reunion of some sorts with Hannah. I don't know.

Whatever.

As far as I'm concerned the series didn't end where it did. I tack on an additional 30 seconds. Cut to that final scene of Hannah trying to breastfeed Grover and she hears a noise. She looks up and there's Adam walking towards her. She has a WTF? look on her face. He stops, says 'Hey, Kid.' There's one final shot of Hannah, and this time there's a slight smile on her face, slightly confused, slightly hopeful. End scene. End series. Boom. That's my ending.

[feuillyys]

ships: enjoltaire and feuilly/bahorel!

aaaAAH thank you??

exr;

who wakes up first in the morning: this one is hilarious bc honestly? neither of them. but usually grantaire, he gets a Routine once he and enj move in togetherwho’s the first to fall asleep at night: ENJOLRAS and r teases him endlessly abt it bc he always falls asleep right as they put on a moviewhat they playfully tease each other over: enjolras teases grantaire relentlessly about how horrible he is with misplacing his paintbrushes, and grantaire constantly teases enjolras about his habit of reading their cats passages from whatever book he’s readingwhat they do when the other’s having a bad day: enjolras gets closed off at first so r lets him sit in bed, gives him space while he cooks something extra nice for dinner, coaxes enjolras out after a while with cheesy documentaries, and cuddles him until he’s ready to talk. grantaire becomes really tense so enjolras will just wordlessly hand him boxing gloves or a paintbrush or knitting needles and spar with him or sit with him while grantaire takes out all his frustrations (r usually ends up ranting in the midst of this, and once he gets it all off his chest he feels much better)how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments: enjolras is literally the WORST at it, grantaire actually has to teach him how to say the words “i’m sorry”, but at first enjolras would apologize by placing food from grantaire’s favorite takeout place in front of him, then sitting in the chair across from him and pouting until r would say “is this your apology?” and he could nod in agreement. grantaire gets overly soft, and after a fight enjolras usually retreats to their bedroom and crawls into bed and latches himself to enjolras’s side until he mutters out his apology. which one’s more ticklish: ENJOLRAS. grantaire is delighted to find this out, too, because it’s an excellent way to distract enjolras when he’s starting to go off on a tangent. their favourite rainy day activities: enjolras reads out loud to grantaire while r practices one of his instruments, 10/10 times it ends with enjolras stopping mid-sentence to stare at grantaire with utmost adoration. how they surprise each other: they don’t??? they’re both HORRIBLE at it. grantaire tried to plan a surprise party once, accidentally stuck his planning notebook into enjolras’s backpack and didn’t realize until enj sent him screenshots accompanied with a “?????” text. when enjolras bought the engagement ring he LITERALLY forgot to take it out of his pocket so grantaire FINDS IT while he’s doing laundry. their most sappy shows of public affection: they’re always holding hands or holding pinkies or something equally gross (according to their friends). enj isn’t a huge fan of pda so their public kisses are limited usually to forehead, cheek, and occasionally, hand. (except for that one time that grantaire walked into the musain wearing one of enjolras’s hoodies—it was sinfully tight, in enjolras’s opinion—and enjolras had marched across the room to immediately grab him by the sleeve and drag him out of the room. their friends were scarred for days)

bromos;

who wakes up first in the morning: feuilly!! an old habit from working 1937294729 jobswho’s the first to fall asleep at night: also feuilly, but bahorel adores it because feuilly always ends up passed out on his shoulder and bahorel is ENCHANTED by it. what they playfully tease each other over: everything oh my god, their entire relationship is based on giving each other shit for the tiniest things. some of their favorites include; their weird ass names, feuilly’s 19372836 jobs, bahorel’s inability to keep the kitchen clean while baking, the way they talk loudly during movies, bahorel’s snoring, and feuilly’s goose laugh. what they do when the other’s having a bad day: feuilly honestly just. comes home and plasters himself to bahorel’s side. baz always tries to bake something extra special (feuilly tries to help mostly by eating the batter). bahorel goes out of his way to be ridiculous and doting and sweet until feuilly starts to smile again. bahorel’s bad days mostly mean he doesn’t want to get out of bed, so feuilly just sits with him. he brings books, board games, laptops, even food sometimes, and lets bahorel decide in what he wants to participate in. bahorel always holds his hand and feuilly always says “gay” but kisses him and goes back to whatever until bahorel feels better.how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments: the same way they do most everything—by being an asshole about it. bahorel writes out long ass letters about how he was wrong and feels bad and then wads them up into paper balls to chuck at feuilly’s head. feuilly bakes dinner and arranged vegetables to say FUCK YOU but always presses the plate gently into bahorel’s hands and apologizes profuselywhich one’s more ticklish: BAHOREL!! OH MY GOD!! feuilly adores ittheir favourite rainy day activities: cuddling with their dog(s), binge-watching murder mysteries, sex (let’s be real), sometimes feuilly tries to cook and bahorel laughs at him??how they surprise each other: feuilly is the easiest person to surprise bc he’s so. damn oblivious, so bahorel literally hides things in plain sight. and feuilly is always shocked. (and months later he goes “wAIT!!”). feuilly could take secrets to his grave, and he has an amazing poker face so him trying to surprise anyone always turns out to be phenomenal. their most sappy shows of public affection: they’re literally ALWAYS sitting next to one another, sometimes on each other’s laps, always constantly in contact—but if you ask their friends what their most sappy show of affection is, they’d all tell you it’s the way they literally can’t look at one another without hearts bursting from their eyes.

send me a ship + i’ll give you my headcanons!

[deadlydollies13]

The Potion Master’s Grace ch. 16

The rest of the night: before dinner, during dinner, and after dinner, Severus and Phoebe talked continuously. Who could blame them? They had seventeen years to catch up on.    But they both acted as if it was still seventeen years ago, all flirty and touchy and young. Grace had never seen her dad smile so much. Though the adults thought Grace and Luna were busy elsewhere, they were always watching. It was their new-found mission to get Severus and Phoebe together because there was no denying that they had chemistry. But, just like young love, it would take time, and they’d need a little nudge here and there.

   They called it Operation Soul. Because Severus and Phoebe were soul mates, get it? Yeah, definitely not original.    “Do you think this is your dad’s first girlfriend?” Luna whispered in the other room as they watched Severus and Phoebe on the couch.    Grace wanted to laugh, but then stopped herself and paled. Was this Severus’ first girlfriend? She had never heard of him speak of any other girls besides Lily— and we know how that ended— and Phoebe. Severus was her dad, the wise one who would guide her through her many (well, let’s hope not) relationships; through heartaches and happiness. It wasn’t supposed to be her and Severus venturing through first relationships together!    “Grace? You okay? Hello?” Luna snapped her fingers in front of her face and broke Grace from her trance.    “I have no idea,” she said in a panicked whisper. “I mean, maybe they kissed? Once? But like…”    Luna held her hand up, “Stop right there.” She peered behind the wall from where they were sitting on the staircase to spy some more, “They sure are awfully touchy. I think my she’s touched his arm least twenty times in the past hour.”    “Ah, young love. Throwing flirty hints shamelessly hoping he’ll make the first move.”    “Can’t we just give them a plate of pasta and have them go at it like Lady and the Tramp?”    Grace snorted, “I’m not sure that’s how these things work.”

-

   After graduating from Hogwarts, Phoebe had gone into the medical field and became a Healer at St. Mungo’s. It didn’t surprise Severus; she had always been good with people and had such a caring personality. Then she became an aunt when her sister Pandora had Luna. Phoebe had watched over Luna when her parents were off researching something for the Quibbler and started Luna’s love for fashion by buying her magazines and teaching her how to sew and even getting Luna her first sewing machine.    When the accident happened and Pandora died, the whole dynamic of their family changed. Xeno slowly started to lose his marbles and it wasn’t healthy for Luna. The poor nine-year-old had lost her mother and started talking about things like Nargles; creatures that didn’t exist.    She knew it was selfish, but she couldn’t bare to stay there anymore. Luna was a spitting image of Pandora and Phoebe’s heart broke every time she looked at her, and Xeno became an empty shell of his former self.    So she packed up and moved to New York City and got a studio loft in Manhattan. She works at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry teaching a class on basic healing charms and potions that any witch or wizard can master without a Healer’s assistance and other health basics; something that wasn’t taught at Hogwarts but was definitely needed. Evidently, when Phoebe arrived, she was sorted at Ilvermorny as well and belonged to the house of Pukwudgie, which is said to favor healers.    “When I first got to New York City, it was very magical,” she said sipping her tea. “I spent the first month exploring; seeing the sights finding the best places to eat, shopping, seeing Broadway shows. Now it’s just very crowded and loud.”    “At least you didn’t stay stuck in the same place forever. Most everyone we went to school with is still living in the same town, or a town close by. Some have never even left England except to go to Hogwarts.”    “Well, look at you!” she slapped his knee. “Last I saw, you were living in Cokeworth on Spinner’s End. And now you have Prince Manor.”    Severus shook his head, “Snape Manor. My father forced my mother to sign the deed over to him before she died, so he renamed it and practically looted the place.”    “You’ve come a far way yourself, Severus Snape. Lost that cute Midlands accent of yours, though.”    Before Severus could come back with calling her the pot that called the kettle black, Grace walked in, “Wait, what accent?”    “See? Now, look at what you’ve done!” Severus said covering his face.    “Your dad’s from the Midlands and for the seven years I knew him, did not sound like that! The manor life has changed him,” Phoebe teased.    “No way, shut yer bake!” Grace immediately dropped her synthetic British accent for her original Northern Irish.    “Oh my god, you’re Irish!” Phoebe’s eyes widened.    “Aye, I’m from Northern Ireland,” which came out as Norn Iron with her thick accent. “I lived in Ballycastle, which isn’t far from Belfast. Then when I was taken from my ma and da, they sent me to London and told me to drop the accent if I ever wanted to get adopted. Said it made me look ‘undignified.’ So they taught me how to say ‘now’ instead of ‘nigh,’ but honestly, it really hurts to annunciate ev’vrything.”    “Say ‘situation,’” Luna said from behind her.    “Situation,” but it came out sit-chi-ay-shun.    “How come you’ve kept it a secret?” Severus asked.    “How come you kept it a secret? Did’n even know where yer from? An’ it’s gonna stay a secret! Not even Dray knows.”    “Grace, you can’t keep this from him. He’s your boyfriend!”    “You have a boyfriend?” Phoebe asked Grace but was overpowered by the conversation between her and Severus.    “I mean, I’m sure he’ll find out eventually. But what am I gonna say? ‘Hey, this is my actual voice, sorry I faked one for the past five years’? An’ don’t look at me cause you know yer right, I hate when yer right!”    “You do the same thing, you know,” Luna added.    “But I do know I’m right. I know Draco, and he likes you for you. Even if you were a mass murderer, he’d still like you. And please don’t become a mass murderer,” Severus smirked.    “Wait! Draco Malfoy?” both Severus and Grace nodded. “Your godson,” she pointed to Severus, “is her boyfriend?” she pointed to Grace, and they both nodded again. “Oh my god! It’s fate! Written in the stars!”    “Oh dear Merlin,” Severus pinched the bridge of his nose.    “Shut up, Sev! It’s only fate that Grace and Draco are together, and you adopted Grace, and my niece and your daughter are best friends, and they brought us together!”    Severus couldn’t help but be amused by Phoebe. She had always been this eccentric. One of her favorite subjects in school was Divination, and she was always trying to tell Severus’ future, like reading his palms or his tea leaves. He’d just roll his eyes and go along with it.    The four of them sat for a while longer, talking about anything. Phoebe asked the girls about school while the two teens bombarded her with questions about America.    “Is New York City really as magical as it is in the movies?” Grace asked.    “I mean, yeah. At first, it’s a bit overwhelming, but you get used to it.”    “I bet the food is much better there.”    “Oh yeah, compared to places like New York and Philadelphia, the food here sucks.”    “Ooh! I know what Philadelphia is, it’s where they signed the Declaration of Independence!”    “Nerd,” Luna turned to Grace.    “Nothing wrong with being a nerd, Grace. You’d probably love the Smithsonian Museums in Washington D.C. There’s the American History Museum, the Natural History Museum, the Air and Space Museum, and all of the monuments. And right around the corner is the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum which is so fascinating.”    “They have an entire museum dedicated to the Holocaust?”    “Yes, and it’s huge. It’s morose, but filled with so many resources and footage and artifacts.”    Grace looked at Severus, “Dad, I have to go to America!”    “You’ve created a monster,” he said to Phoebe; she just smirked.    “There’s so much to see there!”    “Yeah, Mr. S!” Luna cut in.    “C’mon, Sev! You, out of everyone, definitely need a vacation!”    And that’s when Severus realized it: he was the outnumbered sex now. Three girls to one guy. Who did he have? Draco and Rolf when they came over? But they would take the sides of Grace and Luna, of course. There was a serious lack of testosterone in the house, save for Grace’s cat Cas, but Severus was pretty sure he was fixed, so he was downright screwed.    “Fine, fine! Maybe, I don’t know!” Severus finally caved under the pressure, and he knew he’d later regret it. He was just, for perhaps the first time in forever, glad the new school year was approaching so they’d give all their attention to that. Until then, Severus just knew he'd have to get over his fear of flying.

-

   They talked some more until Phoebe glanced at the clock, “Holy shit, it’s almost midnight!”    “Oh yeah, I suppose it is,” Severus agreed, a little disappointed. “I guess you’ll be going back to the States tomorrow.” Severus, ever the child at heart, was horrible at hiding his true emotions. He was an open book, always being able to tell how he felt by his voice or facial expressions. And there wasn’t anyone who could read Severus better than Phoebe.    “I mean… I don’t have to go home right away. At least, not until Xeno comes back from wherever the hell he is,” Phoebe shrugged. She had better self-control when it came to her emotions. Plus, being proficient in Occluding her mind helped as well. But it was how her voice went an octave higher that gave her away, and the light blush across her cheeks.    Grace waited by the staircase while Luna made her way to the apparition point at the edge of the property, leaving Severus and Phoebe at the doorway.    Phoebe was the first one to break the semi-awkward silence, “I’m kinda really glad they sent that letter. No matter how much of a heart attack it gave me.”    “Me too. I hope it didn’t interrupt anything important.”    “Nah, just binging Glee.”    Severus smirked, “Grace watches that too.”    “That’s an amazing kid you have there, Sev.”    He shrugged, “She made herself amazing. I just make sure she stays that way.”    “Mr. Dad,” Phoebe mumbled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”    “I’ll be here.”    “And get some sleep,” she leaned in and kissed him on his cheek before turning and following Luna. “Goodnight, Sev!”    Severus couldn’t help his dumbfounded smile and the redness creeping up to his cheeks. He placed a hand over where she kissed him, still being able to feel her soft touch, “Goodnight, Feebs.”    Severus closed the door and made his way back inside, stopping in front the staircase where Grace was sitting.    “Soooo?” Grace pressed.    “So what?”    “Aren’t you happy she’s back?”    “Of course I am, I missed her. But you and Luna went a bit far by getting her here under false danger.”    “You two didn’t look very cross with us while you were about two centimeters close on the couch, though.”    “I honestly have no clue as to what you and Luna are up to,” he narrowed his eyes, she just smiled innocently, but he could see the mischievous look in her eyes.    “Me?” she pointed to herself. “Up to something? Why I never!”    “I don’t know if I should be mad at you or hug you for what you did.”    “Hmmm, how ‘bout a hug?” she stood up holding her arms out.    “Manipulative little brat,” Severus pulled her close. He wasn’t mad at her at all, actually. He never was mad at her, just shocked she even did it. Honestly, he could thank her a million times for giving him a shot at a second chance with Phoebe. But, he couldn’t let her know that, that would only encourage her more to play matchmaker. He had it from here on.    “You know I just want you to be happy, dad.”    “I am happy. You’ve been the best thing that’s happened to me in years, Grace.”    Grace fought back the tears threatening to form in the corners of her eyes, “But you just look really happy with her. And you deserve that; you deserve each other.”    “Grace…” But she turned and made her way upstairs before he could continue.    “Night, dad. I love you,” she called back.    “I love you too, Gracie.”

[diceandrage]

Fuck that, you're gonna fill it out regardless. 1-65, son

I gave you an easy equation… Fine. (apparently I sent that equation to someone else)

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? Yeah, doubting some right now.

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? 1, unless I am outside, then maybe 3. There are wild things here.

3. The person you would never want to meet? My doppelganger.

4. What is your favorite word? Brobdingnagian

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? I dunno, probably oak.

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? Whoa.

7. What shirt are you wearing? A brown one with a pocket.

8. What do you label yourself as? Nerd, the proper form.

9. Bright room or dark room? Dark

10. What were you doing at midnight last night? Binge watching a series.

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? I guess my current age because I know my favorite people now.

12. Who told you they loved you last? It’s been a bit, it was either my dad or @marshmallowzombie, but she says she hates me a lot too.

13. Your worst enemy?Me, definitely me.

14. What is your current desktop picture? Windows 7 default.

15. Do you like someone? Yes, yes I do.

16. The last song you listened to? Pass me Not

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? I dunno, suicide bomber? Do I get bonus points if I can chain several together?

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? Several people. But only if they acted in violence first. I am not some antifa scum.

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? Some middle eastern oil royalty so they can pass it to me and I could fund my own research.

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) Pshh, beard.

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? Hopefully not a train wreck and then I would occupy myself unless someone wanted to hang with female me.

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? I can insert things into my face. You would just have to see it. Grosses most people out. Is this a talent?

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? I’m not sure I have a unique fear. I feel like someone is bound to share them.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. A sammich made from everything in sections so I can eat what I want and give the rest away.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? Probably on food.

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? Norway

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? World’s most popular bourbon. Which is probably biased on America’s choice. Many applications.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? No commies.

29. What is your favorite expletive? I don’t know. I generally don’t use them except on rare occasions. Cunt maybe.

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? Something that is not a set or requires other things to function. So a gift from someone special.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? A particular relationship.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! This is not a question. I would go to Norway though.

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? I wouldn’t want to pull someone back into this world. Maybe da Vinci or Tesla.

34. What was your last dream about? Was a resistance fighter in some post apocalypse time with eager guns and some weird refugees to protect. We did not exactly succeed except for like one. Mostly they were bait.

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? No

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? Yes

37. Have you ever built a snowman? Yes

38. What is the color of your socks? Black and red.

39. What type of music do you like? All kinds but no rap and sad country is pushing into a nope zone.

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? Sunsets

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? Lemon or strawberry or chocolate.

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer) I don’t really follow sports.

43. Do you have any scars? Lots

44. What do you want to be when you graduate? Hahahaha, I graduated and still am not what I want.

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? To have limitless motivation.

46. Are you reliable? Probably not. Depends.

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? Did we ever become anything and did she ever say yes?

48. Do you hold grudges? Maybe, yes. Some.

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? Polar bear red pandas or red panda otters.

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? I have no clue. This is a weekend activity to have weird conversations. I honestly do not know.

51. Are you a good liar? Nope

52. How long could you go without talking? Whole day, maybe more.

53. What has been you worst haircut/style? May have once had a mullet.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake? Yes

55. Can you do any accents other than your own? Not consistently.

56. What do you like on your toast? butter. jelly. cinnamon. sugar.

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? Firearm idea.

58. What would be you dream car? War rig.

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. Maybe, monologue, soap is a slut. I can say no more.

60. Do you believe in aliens? Mostly

61. Do you often read your horoscope? Nope

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? Q or maybe O

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? Dragons

64. What do you think about babies? Human larva

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of. It’s always more fun with explosives.

This took forever, but I did it.

[entityrose-blog]

This needs to be talked about.

So I was playing Google Feud, which is a pretty fun game. But anyone who’s played the game for more than a few days knows that the answers on this game come from the actual searches on Google.

I put down ‘gay’ because (I’m not going to lie, okay?) I was feeling really just happy and I was in that state you get in after dying laughing, and if I’m being honest, I don’t have a just reason for putting it down other than a joke. But when I saw the answer I can assure you that it didn’t feel like a joke anymore.

Being bisexual myself, I know that I’ve wondered if it was okay and whatnot. But for ‘gay’ to be the top result out of the hundreds of words that could have come after ‘is it wrong to be’ is something that needs to be discussed. Even ‘asexual’ is in the 5k spot, and it shows more people are concerned about their sexuality than…. argh I don’t know what.

It’s most definitely okay to be any type of sexuality, any type of gender, or have any types of preferences as long as you don’t disrespectfully force them on other people. It’s okay to be the gayest gay person ever and fantasize about sucking someone off or maybe putting that kink you have to use or be transgender as well. The point is, yes, it is important to accept your sexuality/gender/kinks/everything as part of yourself, and heck, embrace it.

Changing topics, directly underneath ‘gay’, it says ‘white’. Hold the eff up for a second and let me try to say this without coming off as racist.

It is definitely okay to be white! It’s okay to be black, red, blue, purple, green, orange, pink, neon, or a fricking rainbow. (Although don’t bleach your skin like Michael Jackson did, that cannot be healthy for you.) You cannot change your skin color either, so that’s another thing. And while some people will always be racist, you cannot change who you are. I have even gone through a time when I questioned if it was socially acceptable to be white. My dad worked in the military and that caused us to live in Japan for seven years. I attended Japanese school (where I basically had to learn, speak, write, and read Japanese when I was three years old) and let me make this very clear. I was the only white kid that had EVER gone to that school. I barely had any friends, and the ones I did didn’t really like me that much compared to their Japanese friends (it wasn’t a matter of smarts either, I was the top of the class in almost every subject, including Japanese. This was also when I was 5-9 years old, approximately.). It was pure racism. I was bullied (physically and mentally; I was beat up on a daily basis (and keep in mind these are FIVE-NINE YEAR-OLD CHILDREN)) for three years starting when I was five, and much of the fourth before my family moved back to the United States, and I actually made the best friends of my life (Who aren’t white, by the way. Well, some of them.) The moral of this story? Even I have struggled of my skin color and have been discriminated against, and I’m still here and can say to myself and all of you that it is perfectly fine to be white.

The third one, ‘strong’, is going to be something that doesn’t need much elaboration.

Be the strongest you can be. Whether it is mentally, physically, emotionally, or spiritually, be the best you can. And if you do feel the need to break down and cry, that’s okay. Let it happen. Crying doesn’t show that a person is weak- it shows that the person has been strong for too long.

We can skip the 7k category- that depends on if you want to be or not and your family’s beliefs.

The 6k category- a loner. This is something else I’m going to take from my experiences, and I honestly can say it varies from person to person, and the different personalities that those people have. I have a naturally clingy/attention-seeking personality, but I am very much so made and existing to be a loner. This results in a(n often unhealthy) combination of me wanting attention but also not wanting to stray too close to people in fear of getting too attached. It sometimes hurts me a little bit, but I can’t help it. It’s in my natural instinct to be alone- I proved this by doing an experiment by telling my friends to cut ties with me for a week, and that week went by so easily without them it was unbelievable. When that week was over, I discovered that I could barely stand my friends and much preferred the solitude that I was in the previous week. I drifted away from them for two days after that before my craving for attention/clinginess brought me back to them. I haven’t done that experiment again in fear of losing them, but I have been becoming increasingly more clingy to certain people (sorry Solstice  ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ). But the point it, yes, it is completely okay to be a loner. As long as it does not affect you negatively in any way, like it did with me and my friend’s relationships.

Next, the 4k category. Greed is one of the seven deadly sins (not the anime, unfortunately) and a quick thesaurus.com search told me it is essentially the same as selfishness (I kinda knew that already but I wanted to make sure).

If I’m being honest, I think we are all selfish in our own ways. I’m selfish- I crave attention and I desperately hold on to whatever pride I have left after an argument. I’m horrible, in a sense. I won’t be satisfied without the last word, I won’t apologize even when I know I’m in the wrong, and I will somehow twist the story of what happened to try and make me in the right anyways. I’ll say really mean stuff that I wouldn’t want to if I wasn’t trying to hold onto it, and even though I’ll regret it, I won’t do a dang thing about it.

I am only using myself as an example, and I’m putting myself on display, in a sense. It’s the cold, hard, truth, and in order to protect myself, I can be a complete bitch. All because I am selfish.

3k. This is a very sensitive subject to many people I know, and one of my friends struggled with this last year (miss you, Paris) even though he is a fricking string bean. This also represents most body image problems, too, and they suck. And if I’m being honest, I have no idea to convey this in simple words just because the magnitude of this issue. I almost got into some major trouble because of this issue, too. I woke up one day after someone in a dream had called me fat, then stripped down, took a look at myself in the mirror, and proceeded to evaluate every single part of myself that was inadequate. I had thoughts of diets running through my head, ways I could slim myself down, make myself look more appealing. Maybe take some weight off the stomach, add some to the chest. Then I checked online for the normal weight of teens my age, weighed myself, and found I’m actually normal, and with that little awakening, started to realize that I was thinking about absolute crap, and proceeded to throw the list of dieting styles I should try in the trash can. I am a very mentally strong person, and I was able to snap myself out of it before any serious harm came to me. Others are not the same.

If you are unsatisfied with your body, I encourage you to make a list of the things you find unsatisfactory and then start working on a healthy way to resolve those issues. If you can’t change something healthily, then don’t do it. If you want to lose weight, either cut down on food intake (not by a lot, do it gradually) or start playing a sport. Never go for those diets that say you’ll lose more than two pounds per month. It isn’t healthy to drop fifteen pounds per month- two is the maximum to go. And if you want it quickly, well then I’m sorry- there’s nothing I can do to speed the time up.

If you want to put on some weight, don’t binge-eat. That will just create more problems for you in the future, instead of just gaining weight. Add to your food intake slowly, and make sure you aren’t gaining more than two pounds per month. Remember, patience is key.

I can’t think of more body image issues right now, but if you want to change something about yourself, 1. make sure it is logical. 2. make sure you can do it in a healthy way. & 3. have patience.

Number 2k. Angry with god- that’s one that I may be at a loss for. I’ll try to turn this more to religion in general, but not force it on anyone at the same time.

You are perfectly allowed to be angry at god, for whatever reason! Life does get unfair sometimes, and if you can't blame it on anyone you know, sometimes maybe you want a greater being to blame it on? That's okay! Maybe you don't even believe in God at all, however, which is still okay. Any religion is allowed, whether it's Christian, Muslim, Aethiest, or others (I don't think I spelled that right, I'm so sorry.) Anyone is accepted.

And finally- single. I have only a few words for you.

Love yourself so nobody has to.

Maybe spread this around with people you know? Reblog and stuff? I want my message to reach as many people as it can.

If anyone wants to talk about anything, just shoot me a message.

Thanks for reading,

Rose.