I’m just going to say it now.
If you want me to respect you, never come to me with an idea for a Fifty Shades Of Grey au.
I mean it.
For the Munday photo have a mun being all George like in her little den ;)
this is my dearest Lottie and she is so cute with her sulky face go lookexcuse me, why are you so preciously attractive??
Excuse me you too! Stop being adorably cute so I don’t just squish you both to death <3
pffft you don’t know my face!! :P lets just keep it to your precious mug and let us love you as we do ;)
I’m going to get offline and pack up my things. This weekend is PENNSIC set up and I promised Siggy I’d head over early so we have extra time for double checks. (We’re leaving at 5am tomorrow so no way we’re doing it then) Plus I’ve got some other things to take care of soooo long story short
I’ll be gone this weekend and even if I had a smartphone of any kind there’s not going to be time to check tumblr. I’ll return by Sunday evening or Monday though :)
P.S. love you all, Chibi out!
"N-no… Not at… *hic* At all. Cuz like, thas what friens’r for."
"Annamore … you’re very very drunk… are yeh going t’ remember this in the morning?" Crystallin swayed, looking at her friend doubtfully.
"They don’t want I hear it from me though. You’re the only person who’s talked to me since my sister died. Everyone avoids me because I get nervous. Apparently it’s not cute anymore so they just try to keep their distance from me."
She frowned a bit and laid across the couch. “That’s ridiculous. Your nervousness isn’t a sign that you’re going t’ hurt me. If anything it makes me think I should handle you with care,” she protested. “An’ you’re very cute. I have no idea what they’re thinking but don’t fret alright?” she tried to assure, pulling the blanket over her with a little purr.
"Oh I’m only getting started, ceann bán. But you’re going t’ look awfully silly talking t’ what looks t’ everyone else like nothing.”
Krann was taken aback by the girls sudden change in attitude. Remembering that she was a stranger and had no reason to trust him. Krann began to doubt his previous inclinations about crystallin. “Your right.” He said “Nothing we’ve done so far gives either of us any reason to trust each other yet both of us are sitting here far from home eating in a strange place very different from our own. I feel we are more similar than you think.” Krann let out a sign and focused her with a stare. “I want you to look me in the eye as I say this,” he said sternly suddenly projecting a menacing aura, all traced of his prior embarrassment gone. “I dont want to get information out of you by cheap tricks an deception, how could we trust each-other if we did that, so instead ill give you my next fact,” Taking a deep breath Kranns eyes narrowed slightly as he prepared to take a leap of faith “My name is Krann the white of the world of the wilds. I work and study under the circle of magi in an attempt to learn more about myself and better the world on which I live. They did not send me here I came on my own initiative to investigate an anomaly. But I’m on an uneven playing field, I know nothing of your world,” as he neared the end of his speech his face softened slightly “You’ll enjoy that, its rather delicious.” That was it, he had shown his hand he had hoped the gesture was enough to win Crystallin’s favor and more importantly her friendship.
Crystallin started to bristle as he stared at her, feeling the pressure of his energies start to darken. It made her want to press back. She wasn’t about to just allow him to push her over after all. It seemed to contradict the message he was trying to convey with his words. The perceived insinuation that she’d blindly followed him to the tavern was another reason to send her shoulders stiffening and her eyes hardened. She’d known better than to just display her power and abilities and had followed him of her own volition without letting her guard down. It made her wonder if this really was a set-up and she could feel her anger stirring in her chest.
She held it aside momentarily though as he explained himself. While she didn’t exactly agree with spilling everything about yourself to another person, she admired the blatant trust. Stupid, but noble in a way. Just how young was he that this was his big plan to extend his trust? … Why did he want her trust so badly?
She was still wary as he backed off a little and mentioned the pastry but she tried to be a little more polite and warm as she answered him slowly. “Why would yeh tell me all this? I understand wanting t’ share a drink an’ a snack with a new acquaintance… but what’s this all about?” She was still nervous about divulging anything about herself, but at least she was still talking to him instead of getting up and leaving right then at his attempt to know her better.
In light of the 50 Shades of Grey trailer coming out today, quick reminder that that book is about an abusive and controlling relationship, not BDSM.
Fanfiction (published or not) is important for women of all ages to explore gender roles and sexuality in a way that is less stigmatized and more accessible.
But do not do the BDSM community a disservice by calling the relationship described in the book a BDSM experience.
"What is it Amanda?" Crystallin replied, sitting up curiously.
"Oh I suppose since I was little." She laughed. "So your friends with Manda?" She asked.
"Well yeh seem t’ be fitting in quite well to it. A natural princess by birth for sure," she nodded with a little wink. She grinned and nodded again at the question. "Yes. If I recall right, she found me in her bathtub one day an’ we became friends ever since. She let’s me stay with her an’ in return I always offer my services as a painting model."
"No. Like I said most girls just leave. All girls are beautiful, yes, but I’ve only ever called you beautiful."
She paused a little and leaned over carefully to try and see him in the kitchen. “Why?” She certainly felt special for it and more than a little flattered, but why would he have only told her and not the other girls if he thought they were beautiful too? “I hope yeh don’t think they’d be mad if you did…every girl wants t’ hear someone feels they’re beautiful.”
Cole shook his head. “I don’t mind at all beautiful. Feel free to watch whatever you’d like,” he chirped. He got up and went to make himself food. He hadn’t eaten since lunch the day before. He just mad himself some ramen.
She smiled and watched him leave before turning the TV on and browsing the channels, finally pausing on one with a little perk. “Oh! History Channel,” she exclaimed softly, settling into the couch to watch Clash of Gods. It was one of her favorites. She sniffed the air as his ramen cooked but she stayed put, happy with her full stomach and she was feeling so much better. “Do you call all girls beautiful?” she asked as it suddenly occurred to her he’d mentioned it.