Violet Monroe

Violet/Vi | She/Her | 21 | Writer

[teardropsandfantasies]

A Gingerbread Christmas

I was scrolling through Pinterest and came upon this writing prompt and this image. So I decided to smush the two and write a nice lil feel-good thing 😊 I also liked the concept of writing without including any names, so I tried that because why the hell not?

The door clicked into place and she sighed, placing the spoon back into the bowl and wiping her hands on her apron. Turning, she leaned back to the counter and folded her arms over her chest, looking towards the door. Her long brunette hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail and her face had specks of flour on it.

"Honneeeyyyy, i'm hoooommmeeee!" The phrase echoed around the corridor and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from giggling. "Baaaabbbee, where are yoooouuu?" The voice crooned again and this time, she let out a small giggle. "Ah ha! I found yooouu!" The voice continued, before a head with shocklingly bright auburn hair appeared in the doorway. Soon, the rest of the body followed, stumbling into the kitchen. She giggled at her crazy girlfriend and went back to her baking.

"Did you have a nice time?" The brunette enquired whilst working.

"It was soo much fun... the free wine really helped liven the party..." The red-head laughed before leaning on the counter and continuing. "How are you?"

"I'm good, just making some cupcakes for the dinner tomorrow," the brunette responded smiling, continuing to mix the buttercream.

"Oohhh, verrryyy nice!... What flavour?"

"Gingerbread."

"Oh my God I LOVE gingerbread!"

The brunette chuckled, "I know sweetheart, that's why I chose it."

"Ohhh, lemme help lemme help lemme help!!"

"Uh uh, nooo way! You'll only make a mess"

"I will not!"

"You will!"

"Will not!"

"Are you sober?"

"I'm moderately functional," the red-head replied confidently.

"I'll take that as a no, which means you're going to make a mess!" she laughed and began putting the buttercream into the piping bag.

"I still want to help though..." the red-head said, swiping a finger into the bowl of icing.

"Hey! And you can help by keeping me company."

"And testing the food to make sure it tastes good..." The red-head swiped another finger across the rim of the bowl.

"I'm glad it seems to meet your approval." The brunette laughed and began piping the icing on the cakes.

"I do need to test a cake though... just to be sure..."

"Well if you insist..." Ths brunette handed a cupcake to her girlfriend, but before the red-head could do anything with it, it had been knocked into her face, covering her in icing.

"Hey!" The red-head protested, but her girlfriend could not reply; she was laughing too hard. The red-head licked her lips, cleaning her mouth of the icing, but leaving the rest of her face coated. "I mean, I guess that was karma for stealing the icing..." she giggled.

"Exactly... although you did miss a little bit there babe."

"Oh, where?"

"Just... there." The brunette said, removing a teeny speck of icing and leaving the rest in place.

"Thanks babe." And the pair broke into laughter.

"But can I actually help though? I promise I'll try not to make a mess."

"I guess so... I was going for a rustic look anyway, so you can be on sprinkle-duty."

"Great! I'm gonna be the best sprinklererer ever!" The red-head exclaimed and the pair laughed.

Christmas is always chaotic, but sometimes finding the nicest parts come from unexpected surprises... and sometimes come from taking a cupcake to the face.

[teardropsandfantasies]

Masterlist

Single pieces Random Familiar Stranger * A Letter To My Ex Individuality Sleep Reminder to Me Nostalgia

Free-Writing #1 * = fiction

[teardropsandfantasies]

Nostalgia

Can you feel a nostalgia for something you never had? Something you wanted so badly, something that grazed the end of your finger tips and flowed right on through the gaps in between them, like water from a waterfall. Rushing, flowing, gone. Can you miss moments that never happened and memories that you never shared? Can you dream of a life you could never lead and feel sad that it didn’t get to happen?

We spend our lives surrounded by media. Films, TV shows, books, music. All of which fill our heads with ideal situations and depictions of our lives. All of which told me, as a teenager and young adult, I’d spend my spare time in my home town racing after my friends and giggling as I did so. We’d be having water fights in late summer evenings, we’d stay up late talking about anything and nothing and binge eating pizza to our hearts content. I’d have guy friends, and girl friends, and anyone in between friends. And we’d all share jackets and borrow shirts and live our lives hiding from the mornings and watching the stars at night. We’d drive to each other’s houses and collectively lose at video games. We’d marathon movies, and fall asleep laid on each other, waking up only because your arm had gone dead from someone laying on it.

We’d spend our summer evenings wandering around town, sitting in the sunshine and dancing to the buskers. We’d laugh at the drunk adults, stumbling out of pubs. We’d run through fountains and sit under the stars. We’d climb to the top of the highest hill and sit, covered in blankets, and stare out at the city lights in front of us. In that moment we’d feel so small, at the prospect of the city, the country, the world in front of us. But it wouldn’t matter, because we had each other and none of that would ever change. We’d all fall in love, some as friends, some as more. But it would never matter, because our friendship would be so strong that no relationship would ever come in between it. We’d laugh, cry, and smile together. We’d stumble, fall, get back up, run, walk, dance, sing, and love together.

But that’s not what happened. I spent evenings with friends, for sure. But so many of those friends turned out to be different to who I thought they were. I don’t have a core network at home like I was told I would. We don’t drive around, picking everyone up, just to go sit and look out over the city. We don’t have spontaneous movie marathons because we have nothing else to do. We don’t have water fights, or race trolleys around car parks, or binge eat pizza and talk about nothing and everything all at once. That didn’t happen. And sometimes I’m sad because of it. I get glimpses of the feelings of pure happiness and joy I’ve come to associate with these ideas, but they slip away before I can grab hold of them properly. Like water flowing through your fingers.

Can you feel nostalgic for a time and place that you can’t have? For laughs never shared and stories never told. For hands never held, and for memories never made.

I guess so.

[teardropsandfantasies]

I’ve had a confidence knock as of late, and I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe it’s post-university blues, maybe it’s the fear of how I’m going to survive during my second year. Maybe it’s because I’ve come back to a neighbourhood that haunts me and reminds me of things in life I’d much rather forget. I don’t know. All I know is that I’m spending my time wishing I didn’t feel so filled with hatred towards myself and sadness regarding my life. I should be happy, I have a pretty good life. But I’m not. I’m feeling like I’m floating inside a bubble, like the entire world around me is a hologram that I can’t touch or else it’ll disappear and leave me nothing but emptiness and insanity.

I look back on photos from a few months ago, and I recognise that girl staring back at me. But I no longer recognise myself. The me I am in this moment. And that terrifies me. I wish I could make myself listen to the mantra of a person I respect with all my heart: RuPaul. But right now, I can’t. Maybe one day soon, that will change.

[thatsthat24]

wow another misinformed person who thinks that straight aces and aros are lgbt. why am i not surprised. not every one belongs everywhere. you can accept straight aces and aros, but do not tell them that they are lgbt because they 100% are not. lgbt spaces are for lgbt people case closed. maybe you should brush up on lgbt issues before you invite straight people to be a part of our community.

Please take a step back and listen to how you just conducted that sentence. I’m not quite sure where you’re coming from in life, but it sounds like you’ve been through quite a bit with your identity. So have I. And when I found myself a member of the LGBTQIA+ community, I finally found a huge group of people who accepted me and supported me. I hope the same happened for you. And if not, I hope it happens soon, because everyone deserves that.

Consider people who observe no sexual or romantic attraction, which are legitimate identities, who feel wrong for one way or another. They’re asexual and/or aromantic, regardless of gay or straight, and that still falls under the A in the acronym, but I keep hearing that one half’s not different enough. Not oppressed enough. I would first say, none of us know everyone’s story, and there’s no way we will, so we don’t know what everyone has gone through with their identity. And second, when did this community become solely about how oppressed we are? [EDIT: Upon reviewing this, I should specify it is important to note the group was founded because of systemic oppression, and that is VERY important. I mean that we are also a group of support and lifting ourselves up and being proud of who we are as a diverse community, as well as continuing to fight the systemic oppression that faces many of us]. If we, as a group, achieve what I hope we can achieve idealistically and not be oppressed, are we still not a group to be proud of? Why wouldn’t we want this group to be an absolute celebration of all legitimate varieties? A celebration of all our unique experiences and struggles? They’re all different and valid.

Is this demographic of people with a legitimate sexual and/or romantic identity to make their own little group? To be made to feel like outcasts in the real world as well as in this group? I feel that this just furthers the negative, unfriendly attitude that already greatly exists in this world and I don’t wanna promote that. I just would think something like excluding would be for those who make us feel unsafe and that would only be on a case-by-case basis, not for a whole demographic who feel out of place and just want to belong, right? I don’t wanna be that way to people the way the world was to me. They’re not lgbt, but they are A, and that’s part of the LGBTQIA+ community, right? And of course I can’t change what you believe. And you’re right, I can accept them! I shall, because acceptance in this community is what inspired me and helped me when I felt lost, and I want to be that for others. [EDIT: I also want to stress that, the bottom line here is that all I’d like is for us to take time, ALL of us, asexuals and aromantics included, to educate ourselves, try to understand and respect each other’s individual struggles/experiences/stories, because they ARE all different. Empathy and trust is key because this line of distrust does not seem to be going in a positive direction. It seems to be leading to negativity, divisiveness, and name-calling and I don’t like seeing that. That’s not what I think many of us are trying to achieve. Sorry for typing so much haha]

[theforcekeepers]

DO NOT DO THIS.

This makes me so angry.

If you work in a movie theater and you do this I have no respect for you.

My younger brother is Type 1 Diabetic.

When we go to a movie theater, we always get him diet soda. If he were to get regular when we asked for diet, we would not give him the insulin he would need for it. If that happens, his blood sugar level could go so high he could go into a coma, go blind, or even die.

If somebody gave him regular soda instead of diet without telling us, that person could be responsible for a nine-year-old being killed or blinded.

Just thinking about that makes me so angry. I get scared every time we take him to a movie in case the people working there saw this picture and decide to do the same thing.

Please signal boost this so people know.

[wreckedupbarnes]

This also applies to baristas

[kimchicutie-deactivated20180618]

Fun story about the baristas doing this kind of shit. 

I am very sensitive to lactose, not Lactose intolerant but because of stomach ulcers that are still healing. A couple years ago I went to Starbucks right after my classes with some friends and asked for a green tea latte with soy milk. The barista, for some reason out of malice and/or hate for her life so she took it out on me, gave me whole milk in my latte.

5 minutes after my first sip of latte, my stomach cramped BAD. Not the “Oh! time to poop!” kind of cramp but it felt like someone had stabbed me with a knife and twisted it. Now I’ve had this happen before so I knew the cause of it. I went up to the barista clutching my gut screaming at her that she put dairy in my latte rather than soy LIKE I REQUESTED. She denied it and called me a “pretentious white girl for wanting soy”and so my friends got the manager. I had to explain that I had stomach ulcers that were still healing and if I were to go to the hospital for this incident, they would be responsible for it.

Manager flipped his shit and the barista was terrified out of her mind. Pretty sure both thought i was gonna sue. Manager actually fired her on the spot because of the negligence. My friends managed to get me home in one piece while I stayed home for 3 days in absolute agony and missed my midterm.

So remember kiddies, if someone is asking for Diet or “Skinny” or “soy” or anything that is not regular, give them what they requested because it may not be them being healthy, but a dietary need that can possibly be life or death

[housebuiltbyghosts-deactivated2]

also if they ARE trying to be healthy you should give it to them to!! Its not your decision to police or question others food choices!!! 

also im lactose intolerant AND ive had stomach infections/ulcers so i feel this. 

[cartoonkatelyn]

I have Celiac Disease, so I’m very gluten intolerant. When I go out to eat at restaurants a lot of people just assume that I asked for my food gluten free because of the gluten free diet fad (which is usually a bullshit diet btw). 

Last month I went out to dinner with a friend at an italian restaurant that had a small gluten free menu. I had been there once before and had their gluten free pasta and it was great! I think one of the managers had been there and was super helpful when taking my order to make sure that everything was gluten free for me. When I ordered the gluten free pasta again this time though, the waitress who took my order all but rolled her eyes at me. I didn’t think much of it at the time, because the restaurant was so accommodating before, I just assumed it would be the same this time.

But sure enough, they brought out my pasta, I ate it, and about an hour later I had extreme stomach pains and was throwing up (in a movie theater no less).

Barfing and agonizing pain aside, eating gluten when you have celiac causes a lot of internal damage that’s hard to notice. The biggest thing is that it damages your intestines, preventing your body from absorbing nutrients properly, which can take months to heal.

So PLEASE, if you work at a restaurant or anything with food and someone asks for something a certain way, please listen to them and don’t just disregard someone’s order. It’s not funny and it can have serious consequences.

[somethingnottooclever]

I will reblog this with every single story about someone getting sick because of an asshole giving them the opposite of what they ordered until it sinks in for everyone.

[sailornightfury]

Recently on the news a 16 year old boy with a dairy allergy had gone to eat at IHOP with his family. The specifically asked if they could make dairy free pancakes and they said yes. Not too long after he had a reaction and was rushed to the hospital. This kid died because the was dairy in his pancakes that they asked for no dairy. His epi pen that his mother had wasn’t enough to help him. I know working in fast food or any job that’s serves food and beverage sucks but not as much as causing someone to get sick over negligence.

[obstinate-nocturna]

My youngest cousin – who is now five, he just started kindergarten – has Celiac’s disease. You would not BELEIVE the amount of times I’ve heard my aunt say she’s ordered something gluten free, only to watch the waiter or waitress’s eyes go huge when she gives it to my cousin – my cousin with the medical id band on his tiny five year old wrist proclaiming I HAVE CELIACS and have to take it back. Shit like this could kill my cousin. Knock it the fuck off.

[iopele]

I cannot tolerate caffeine–it makes me have chest pain and a racing pulse, and also gives me horrible body pain, so I always ask for decaf if I order coffee when I’m out, and doublecheck with the waiter/ress when they bring it. but instead of saying “is this decaf like I asked for?” I always say “oh, did I remember to order decaf?” I shouldn’t have to act like I’m the forgetful one (because I know damn well I asked for decaf) but it seems to work better than implying that they screwed up when I take the blame on myself like that. and if there’s any hesitation when they answer, I tell them, “if there’s any doubt, please get another one, or just give me water–if this is regular, it’ll mess up my heart” and lots of times when I say that, they look alarmed and go change it or get another one. 

but I shouldn’t HAVE to share my personal medical history with strangers just to get my order right! no one should! how is it their business? it makes me really uncomfortable to have to do that. JUST GIVE PEOPLE WHAT THEY ORDER!

[minnigem]

I’ve reblogged this maaaany times before but there’s a few new stories on here so i’m doing it again.

cut this shit out

[willowfae82]

don’t be that kind of asshole.

[untapdtreasure]

As a diabetic, this would make me so beyond angry. Skinny doesn’t mean they don’t have a life threatening illness. Skinny doesn’t mean they can process sugar the way you do. People that do this are the worst kinds of people. DO NOT DO THIS!

[forgetsuperman]

Me and my family went to a restaurant a few years back and one of the dishes we ordered was made with wine vinegar, which I am allergic to, so we asked the waiter to skip it, and he said sure, no problem, that’s fine. So my food gets to the table, and I start eating and then my throat closes and I can’t breathe and then I start coughing and throwing up right there in the middle of the restaurant and it was very fortunate that I was with my family and they knew what was happening to me. I had to be rushed to the hospital, and admitted, and I came damn near close to having my throat cut open so I could breathe through a whole on my neck. Because they put wine vinegar in my food when I explicitly told them not to, because they were assholes, and I could have died. They probably didn’t mean to hurt me but they did. I missed class, and work, and, again, I COULD HAVE DIED.

[cowthropologist]

i have cyclic vomiting syndrome and can’t tolerate dairy or red meat. violating my dietary restrictions triggers an acute episode, and i have to be hospitalized and given iv saline, ativan, and anti-emetics to stop the (extremely painful and incapacitating) vomiting. if somebody put regular milk instead of soy milk in my latte and i didn’t notice the taste immediately, i could wind up in the er and then spend several days in bed recovering, eating nothing but saltines and dry toast and clear liquids until my body was able to tolerate food again, unable to work or go out or do anything besides rest. whenever i go to starbucks, i WATCH them make my drink. cvs episodes are horrible and i hate them, and i can prevent them if i do everything right, but that means my damn barista has to cooperate. if somebody decided i was a stuck up white girl and gave me whole milk instead of soy they could put me in the hospital and cost me days of income. give ppl the food they fuckin order. it’s not that hard.

[voltspice]

Reblogging because it’s so important. I’m “lucky” I don’t have any food allergies or intolerence, but it makes me mad when people take them not seriously, think you are picky or just following a “white girl diet fad”.

90% of people don’t take my cats and dog allergies seriously when I tell them I’m allergic and wondering if a cat or a dog is present at X place. They think it’s just watery eyes. Nope. Well yeah, watery and itchy eyes, but I start wo wheeze and have trouble breathing. They don’t give epi-pen for those (anyway you have to go to the hospital after) just inhaler. It’s no miracle, specially if I didn’t take other meds before.

When people tell you about their allergies or restriction, trust them!

[40yodater]

Reblogging for all the stories here because this is sooo important! 

I have a severe allergy to gluten and relate to MANY of the stories above. My daughter has a severe allergy to milk fat, and I have had to hold her hair many times while she vomits on the side of the road because we couldn’t even make it home from the “accidental” whole milk instead of skim. 

[greenteamoon]

I’m super lactose intolerant so accidental milk is always fun. Severe diarrhea, stomach cramps, bloating, and gas like you wouldn’t believe. Better than death you might say but, I have other medical conditions, so that diarrhea could lead to vomiting(it’s so bad the vomit comes out my mouth AND nose) and dehydration that in turn becomes low cortisol and adrenal crisis. A bitchy barista can land me in the hospital with an intramuscular shot and saline iv. Hun, it takes no time to listen and follow my order. It takes me at least 24 hours to get out of the hospital. Be nice.

[cleverclovers]

I’m allergic to pork. Legit allergic. I can’t count how many times I’ve had to ask it off my food only to receive it with bacon or ham or something on it.

Please respect peoples food requests. It costs 0.00$ to not be a dick.

[prismatic-bell]

I actually have customers who say they’ll only eat at my restaurant when I’m there, because they know I require all policy to be followed, as in “I will kick you the fuck off your shift if you skimp,” if someone says the words “I have an allergy.” I developed our allergy policies, for that matter, because what we had in place before was “I guess you shouldn’t change your gloves … . ?” On my shifts your gloves get changed, that line gets wiped down with a new cloth, paper under EVERY ITEM for the person with the allergy, bag their food separately to prevent contact. If there’s a risk of cross-contamination with an allergen, like tomatoes in the guac because stuff spills when you’re moving as fast as we do, I’ll open a new bag of food. I learned the ingredients in every item we serve so I could advise people on hidden allergens (e.g., there’s a small amount of wheat in our beef as a thickener; we fry with safflower oil). We have a grease pencil to mark special builds and I use it liberally on allergy orders. If all of this sounds like overkill, you’ve never watched a child suffer from anaphylaxis. I don’t play around.

Like, I bitch about my job a lot, but food allergies and special needs are not something I will ever bitch about. Even if you’re a complete asshole I won’t risk contaminating your food. (Although people with allergies seem to be way nicer than the general population, I gotta say.) Don’t do it. If someone’s a petty asshole to you, give them too much ice in their drink. Don’t play with their health.

[tired-philosopher]

DO NOT FUCKING SCROLL PAST THIS P L E A S E

[iambloggingthat]

Reblogging this again because it is important. Doing the right thing has no cost but doing the wrong thing can cost a person’s life. Don’t be a dick, give the person what they ordered

[teardropsandfantasies]

Reminder to Me

I'm not very good at addressing my problems, the faded scars on my arms are proof enough of that. And while I will not allow myself to go back to that place - that permanently negative state of mind, the state of reclusiveness - I am still awful at addressing my problems. Especially if they involve other people. I run away and get annoyed at myself because I ran away. Why do I run? Because if I talk to people, I'll hurt or upset them, and they'll think they need to fix something when they don't; I'm the one with the problem, I'm the one that needs to fix it. I'm putting my recent problems down to stress - I screwed up majorly in my exam revision and its planning. I've accidentally given myself a couple of days per module instead of a couple of weeks. And because of that, everyone else hangs out while i'm busy - and that's fine! I know that when they hang out without me, it doesn't mean they don't like me, it means they're also friends. But when you're already streased, it makes you feel a little lonely. It's the process of writing this that's made me realise something - I've been neglecting myself throughout university. Before I came here, I was good at being independent and I enjoyed my own company. But, being at uni, I've surrounded myself with some incredible friends and an utterly wonderful boyfriend. So I haven't needed to spend time by myself. And because of that, I've forgotten how to be alone. And in that time, I've also forgotten to put myself first. When alone, I buried my head in the sand and buried my mind in revision. Hence the excessive stress and consequential uncomfortableness. So, screw revising till I go crazy! I'm going to take a few hours for myself occassionally, and stop myself being swallowed up by stress, and the self-loathing that follows that. University is about living and learning, and for the past year I've barely been learning. Fuck that. This is a reminder to myself that I suck at talking about my issues and I'm even worse about dealing with the emotional turmoil of said issues. And this is a reminder that that's okay, and that when it gets like that, it's okay to take some time for myself. It's okay.

[novelconcepts]

Repeat after me, kids: your significant other liking multiple genders does nothing to invalidate the fact that they like you best.

[int0themidnightsun]

It simply means that they could have chosen literally anyone on earth, regardless of gender, and yet they still picked you.

[jaxgreen]

This is really important.

[teardropsandfantasies]

Sleep

Do you ever just want to fall asleep next to someone? Not even someone you see in a sexual or romantic way, it could be someone who's entirely platonic to you. But you don't wanna be alone, because being alone makes you a little bit sad sometimes, so you want someone there. Someone whse hand you can squeeze when you wake up at 2am, and who'll squeeze back across the valleys and mountains of cotton between you. Someone whose hugs can stop every agitation and jump in your veins, and who can pull you back to reality. Someone whose mere presence calms your heart and quells your fears when nothing else in the world even comes close? I can't be the only one who needs this in her life. I just can't.

[thexfiles]

thank you carrie fisher for owning your life despite mental illness and despite addiction and despite 40 years of shaming and bullshit thank you for making it okay to talk about mental illness in a way that isn’t always fun and thank you for making it okay to be mentally ill and unashamed of it thank you for owning mental illness thank you for 60 years of telling the world to go fuck themselves if they didn’t like you thank you so much thank you thank you thank you 

[teardropsandfantasies]

Free Writing #1 - Autumn, Red, Sketch Book

She’d always known she was different. She wasn’t like all the girls she grew up around, much preferring her own company to those of others. While their blonde hair fell in elegant curls that flowed like waterfalls down their backs, her own auburn hair fell flat against her collar bone, scarcely making it beyond her shoulders. While their lips were painted perfectly with rouges and violets befitting of the latest fashions, hers were merely coated with the shimmer of lip balm; a boring contrast. While their dizzyingly tall heels clicked against the marble of their lavish houses, her beat-up sneakers squeaked on the lino of the coffee shop floor. They were everything she was not, but she was okay with that. Summer was not her favourite season, her favourite colour didn’t change with the trends, and she was more than happy not to have to exhaust herself in their complicated drama. They longed for the late nights and warm breezes of summer, but she longer for the crisp red leaves of autumn. They spent all their money on clothes; she spent most of her earnings on books. They would go to yoga and pilates, and follow as many fade diets as they could; she would merely walk about the urban streets, letting the smoke and noise fill her lungs and her mind, instead of panicking about it ruining her hair.

It was on one of the walks when she found it. Mostly hidden amongst the beautiful hues of the fallen leaves, its scarlet cover barely peeking out from behind the copper and ochre leaves coating the floor. With her coat pulled against her to protect her from the harsh breeze of the oncoming winter, she bent and gently picked it up. A sketch book. She scanned the area, but she could see no-one in sight to whom it might have belonged. Walking to a near-by bench, she opened its leather-bound covers in search of a name, but found none. She flicked through its pages and was amazed with what she saw: charcoal drawings of picturesque landscapes; pencil sketches of the most adorable animals; watercolours of the night sky on a warm summer’s eve. They were all remarkable – whoever owned this book had unparalleled levels of talent. Although the book had no name inscribed within it, after a few moments she noticed each drawing was faintly signed ‘J. Meadows.’ She could tell by the calibre of the work that this was not someone’s mere pass-time; it was well cared for, and each image was planned and executed to perfection – she knew someone was missing this, and she was determined to return it to its rightful owner. With a new mission in her mind, she hurriedly slung the backpack of her shoulders and dropped the book inside it, keeping it safe until she figured out how to return it – for she only had an initial and a last name, and that was very little to go on.

In her haste, a page had floated to the ground and rested gently against her foot. Leaning down to retrieve it, she saw it was different to the others. The paper was different, and it was folded harshly, as if the folds had been opened and closed many times, to the point they were beginning to wear. Delicately, she unfolded the paper and saw it was another drawing, but of a different kind. A biro drawing, hurried lines and a few ink blots here and there. The style was entirely different – it was a portrait. The eyes and facial features reminiscent of the old manga books she’d read as a child, with vibrant eyes and a sharp jaw line. At the bottom was a note: “My dearest Justin, All my love, forever and always Evie xxx”

She carefully folded the paper, and slipped it back between the pages of the sketchbook. Now she had to return the book, and as quickly as possible. The extra drawing told her the owner had affection for it, and she needed to reunite the two as soon as possible. At least she now had a name to go on: Justin. Justin Meadows.

[teardropsandfantasies]

Masterlist

Single pieces Random Familiar Stranger A Letter To My Ex Individuality Multi-chapter pieces (Wait and see what appears here)

[teardropsandfantasies]

Individuality

One of the few pleasures in life is individuality. The ability to discover things that you like, things that you don’t, things that make you happy, and things that make you sad. The ability to make decisions and to act in a way no-one else can, because no-one else has the ability to be you. Your unique nature is most certainly a gift. But one of the true beauties of individuality is finding those who share some of your characteristics and your traits, and finding friends and a sense of community from that. The unnamed feeling of love and care that comes with finding those who share your individual passions is a heartfelt and beautiful feeling.

One of the most commonly degraded traits is being what society refers to as “nerdy”, but the beauty of this term is what many fail to see. I have always been labelled a nerd and it’s a title I wear with pride, because to me there are no negatives surrounding it, and I’m lucky enough to be surrounded by supportive people who share my nerdiness in my day-to-day life. But tonight was a prime example of why I will always wear that badge with pride. Tonight, the 27th April 2016, myself and my friends went to the local cinema to watch RWBY Volume One, for no other reason than we could. We are all huge fans of the series, and we felt both an immense pride for the show, and an immense love for all those involved with it in any way... And a combination of the two at the fact this one show from one corner of the internet could sell enough tickets to have it shown in the cinema, so very very far from where it was created. But that is not the beauty I was referring to; the beauty of tonight was the sense of community and love I felt the instant I sat down in that cinema screen. The group photos, the excited chatter, the giggling and joking that echoed throughout the room was a sound so meaningful and so powerful I felt its extent within every fibre of my being. Because (rightly so) those directly linked with the show deserve so much credit, but so do the fans. So do the people that found this little show about a young girl’s desire to become a warrior and save the world, (just like you read about in books as a kid), and invested such love into it. Because without that community, none of the events of tonight would even have been possible. The best part about it is that as I sat and watched a series I’ve seen tens of times, and I mouthed the words to my favourite lines from some of my favourite characters ever created, I knew that all those people around me were experiencing that feeling of love and pride too. Not only that, but people across the entire country, and the entire planet, were sat in the same situation as me – possibly at the same time I was – watching the same stupid, ridiculous, incredible, amazing series that we all fell in love with.

The beauty of nerdiness is that it transcends boundaries; it transcends religion, location, ethnicity, and it creates an eternal love that welcomes everyone with open arms. And that’s something I find only the arts can do – and to me, nerdiness is both a celebration of the arts, and an art itself.

So thank you Rooster Teeth, thank you Monty, and thank you to the RWBY community for accepting my craziness and love of your show, and allowing me to feel one of the most incredible feelings in the world. I truly believe it is a feeling that everyone should experience, and tonight was a night I shall never forget.

Yours sincerely,

The idiot that ran for the bus, and missed (aka Violet) :)

[theweekmagazine]

Britain just issued a travel warning for LGBT people headed to U.S.

It’s that bad.

[invisiblelad]

In the eyes of the British government, the U.S. may now be a risky destination for LGBT travelers. The British Foreign Office posted a travel advisory update to its website Tuesday warning members of the lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender communities about anti-LGBT laws passed recently in North Carolina and Mississippi. “The U.S. is an extremely diverse society and attitudes towards LGBT people differ hugely across the country,” the advisory reads. “LGBT travelers may be affected by legislation passed recently in the states of North Carolina and Mississippi.”

The advisory also provides a map that marks countries around the world — including Turkmenistan, Pakistan, Nicaragua, as well as much of northern Africa and the Middle East — that also have anti-LGBT laws, and includes a few more pieces of travel advice. “Some hotels, especially in rural areas, won’t accept bookings from same-sex couples — check before you go,” the British government warns, noting that LGBT travelers should also “exercise discretion” in rural areas and avoid “excessive physical shows of affection” when in public.

[airyairyquitecontrary-deactivat]

This is the type of thing that I think would come as a shock to some Americans, as to how SCARY their country appears to many of us in the rest of the world. (And that’s allowing for the fact that many of our countries can be scary in their own ways.)

[devontae37-blog]

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[carefreeblackgirll]

BOOST!!!!

[bombassyanna]

Let’s help mawmaw

[black-to-the-bones-deactivated2]

10-year-old Newark boy was chased by the police and had guns drawn on him. Fortunately,he came home safe , but frightened to death and told his mother a story about his interaction with the police. In fact, he couldn’t even talk, he just cried, because he never experienced something like that and he knows for sure what happens with little black kids, who interact with the police, like Trayvon Martin and Tamir Rice…

Police needs to be held accountable for doing this to a kid.

For more like this go to BlackMattersUs

[blackqueentay228]

Smfh he’s 10. HE’S FUCKING 10! Like wtf can he possibly do to get a gun drawn at him AT FUCKING 10?! Getting real tired of cops shit!

[andrewbreitel]

reblog if ur a disgusting piece of shit