sophie; everything can be an au if you try hard enough
Anonymous asked:
You just said things don't happen like that in real life (talking about happy endings and stuff) so why should she and everyone else pretend that abusive relationships don't exist

I’m not saying that? If you want to raise awareness for abusive relationships, do it like Precious does, do it like Great Expectations does (I’ve never read it but I’ve been told), do it in a way that does not romanticize the abuse. The problem with After is that it makes its readers think this kind of relationship is desirable, it displays an abusive relationship but the underlying message is not that its a bad thing, the underlying message is that if you stay, he’ll change, but in real life they almost never do. That’s the problem

after tw, abuse tw (I can’t tag bc ipad)

"Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes."

- The Winter of the Air  (via coffeeurlgirl)
Anonymous asked:
do u like the time traveler fic

i do, and while reading the update today i realized that the age gaps are problematic, and i’m still struggling to form my opinion on it now. right now, as my opinion is evolving, my current idea is that it’s not like the jesus fic or the driving instructor fic, because the age difference is 1) fixed and 2) not the whole focus of the story, or a main point at all

but i’m still not sure and I think i need to see some more opinions and sleep on it before i decide once and for all

Anonymous asked:
could you give us another little piece of the all too well fic sequel?

ofc :*

He is still a masochist, though, and he finds himself in front of the master bedroom, Louis’ apparently former room.

He turns the knob and pushes the door open.

He didn’t know what he expected. Probably everything to be how he remembered it, tubes of lube on every surface, messed up covers, signs of their coexistence. But it’s not what he finds.

He knows Zayn and Niall and Liam helped Harry cope, but he never entertained the thought that they might have helped Louis too. It’s obvious that Zayn was here, and he tried to teach Louis how he unwinds. There’s batman spray painted on one wall with Zayn’s signature style. And a stickman, that’s Louis’. Then there’s a stick man a few feet away, evolved with toes and fingers, and curly hair and lime green eyes. There’s also a big red X through him, but judging by the way Louis obviously went back and painted over the X, Zayn was the one who crossed it out. He can see where on the wall Zayn stopped, let Louis take matters into his own hands. When the cartoon dicks and super hero symbols and gang symbols stop and the “I’m sorry”s begin, that’s when Zayn left. So the farthest wall from the door is all doodles, a mixture of Louis and Zayn, and then on the wall across the door is where it starts. They’re in every color, every size, a collage on the wall above the head board, on the head board. Written over and over again until it’s nothing but a barely legible squiggle. Until Harry can see when he started to run out of paint. There’s drips on the floor, it’s even written in huge, red letters over the white bed comforter. A constant, glaring mantra of apologies.

"It’s always in my head, you know, that." Harry jumps at the voice behind him. He wonders how long Louis’ been standing there, how long he himself has been standing there. "Never really leaves me alone. It’s either ‘I give you two years and you give me ‘I’m breaking up with you’?’ or ‘fuck you. Fuck you, of course I do,’ or just a constant stream of that,” he gestures to the graffiti-ed walls.

Anonymous asked:
I think Louis would take his cold hands and shove them wherever he could on Harry's body to get them warm. The bends of his knees, between his thighs, under his shirt, anywhere. But I'd like to think Harry will purposely take his cold hands and grab louis' bum inside his pants just see him squeak and wrinkle his nose.

ANON R U TRYING TO HURT ME

also we have confirmation that harry has cold hands from one fan who met him im so sad

starcatcherofficial:

Actual problems with feminism

- excluding POC, mogai, disabled and especially trans women

- ignoring issues that do not involve the U.S

- not realizing that feminism is for women to realize that they can do what they want and thrashing women who are feminine or wear religious attire

Not problems of feminism

- one teenage girl saying she hates men because 5 men catcalled her while walking home from school

slurhater:

seriously though bisexuality being defined as attraction to men and women is a heterosexual’s definition of bisexuality actual bisexual groups and organizations have been defining it as attraction to two or more genders or same and other genders since the nineties and plenty of nb people actually id as bi and refusing to accept how we define ourselves is so absurdly biphobic and heterosexist and jfc it’s 2014 can other queer people fucking realize and acknowledge this