Monthly Archives: September 2012

mischief-maker-loki:

iamthefirechild:

The edge to his voice isn’t entirely annoyance when he replies. “How should I *gasp* know? You do what you like, call the shots, how’s that?” Grabbing at Loki’s shoulders, he precludes an answer by drawing the other into a fierce kiss.

With a growl, Loki breaks the kiss. “As you wish. I am not the most gentle of lovers, at times, and was simply giving you the benefit of deciding how you wanted it.”

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The swearing begins almost immediately. Head thrown back, hands scrabbling at the sheets, desperately trying to decide whether to hold stock still or writhe under Loki’s tongue. The feeling of being enclosed, rather than enclosing, is more than a little different that he’d ever imagined in his wildest flights of fancy. Teeth clenched, he manages, “It’s considered bad if I spill too soon, right? ‘N this,” punctuated by a sharply-drawn breath, “you can do to me if you’re female. Please be female. Ogods!”

Others: I love you.
Me: *turns funny colour, goes shy* Why?
Voices: You think they actually care about you? THINK AGAIN! They hate you! They will never love you because you simply cannot be loved! You are a waste of space and everyone is glad that they aren’t you!
Others: You’re so pretty.
Me: I’m not perfect and I’m not sure what you are seeing, but I’m glad of it.
Voices: They’re lying! You are the ugliest thing to ever walk this Earth! You are gross! They’re only telling you this so that you don’t feel as ugly as you truly are!
Others: I will NEVER leave you.
Me: I’ll try not to hold on so tight that you want to.
Voices: You know how that works out, sweet heart! Everyone that has meant something to you has left you. EVERYONE. These people will do the same! Might as well be lonely forever.
Others: Please don’t kill yourself, I’ll miss you.
Me: Just hearing that helps me not do it.
Voices: ~laughter~ You think they’re being honest with you? Watch, you’ll kill yourself and a week after your death EVERYONE will have gone back to their normal lives. Nobody cares about you! Nobody ever will! They’re all lying to you!
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Me: The voices in the back of my mind aren’t the real me.

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sstarfire99:

cookiemarlolongbottom:

geenanaginnzzzz:

lackluster-epithymy:

putsomethingcleverhere:

I can’t decide which I love more: the one that’s totally nonchalant about getting pushed a foot across the floor or the two that roll off and don’t care. Business as usual, I guess. XD

the robot is like, ok little kitten, you- go here. NO black and white spotted kitten you can’t get on. And you two- this is your stop, time to get off. These two kittens are coming with me

this makes me so happy

reblogged again for those^

I could sit here and watch this cuteness overload for hours! I need a vacuum robot and like 6 kittens. K. Thanks.

I can’t not reblog this.

fjdaiosjgao;difj;a;

OH MAH GAWD KITTENS!!

I CA  N’T STOP L    AUGHING 

#HOWARD’S OFFSPRING #FIRST TIME TERRORIZING THE ROOMBA

OOC:

liefullyloki:

I just… I have to say this.

For everyone who has been dealing with two or more week of depression, people who have suicidal thoughts, people who self-harm, people who have eating disorders, just if you have any kind of pain or problem you struggle with constantly (even migraines, okay?), please read this… 

For all of you who suffer and hurt in some way or form, I highly recommend you seek professional help if you have not already. Please do not read this in a ‘I’m frowning at you’ kind of way. I care about you all in my own weird way and I want to see you happy. So when I tell you to seek professional help, it is because that is what I did for my own problems and my only regret is not doing it sooner. 

It makes me sad to see so many of you lovelies in the community that accepted me and my characters with wide open arms so warmly are suffering. You are all so great, you’re all wonderful, beautiful creatures, and I think none of you deserve sadness in your lives. But I am not telling you to speak to a doctor because of how it makes me feel, I am telling you to do it for yourself. 

You should not have to suffer, all right?

Now I will tell you about myself, and I am posting this on Liefully’s blog where over a thousand eyes can read it. (Oh my gods, why you all are here, I don’t know what I do to keep so many of you, but thank you…) I have had depression since high school at least, so that would be about probably seven or more years of depression that I just lived with it. There is the chance I had depression in middle school. But I know I had it in high school because I read about mental health as I found the topics interesting and noticed that clinical depression’s symptoms described me really well.

I never spoke to any doctors and yet I had thoughts of suicide as well. The thoughts of suicide were not constant like the depression I lived with, though. I could go a few months without thinking of some way to kill myself if ever I decided to do it. But then this year, feeling the depression and having so many thoughts of suicide got to where I really wanted it all to end. I wanted to stop feeling sad but suicide is not the answer. 

So I spoke to a doctor about it. I admit, it was really difficult for me to tell my doctor I had depression for a long time and thoughts of suicide. I was scared of what she might do or say. I had a ton of horrible scenarios playing in my head of what would come of telling my doctor this information because I am a worst-case-scenario type of person. 

But guess what? 

A doctor is there to help you. And that is exactly what my doctor did when I told her these things. She helped me. She recommended me to a therapist to speak to and my therapist has been great with me. I was not given loads of prescription drugs. I was not sent to a mental hospital. I was not in any way shunned. The doctor’s there to help, not treat you like shit. But the doctor cannot help you if you never say anything. I guess just think about the phrase “A closed mouth never gets fed.” 

For those of you who have a hard time speaking to doctors, like you get nervous or intimidated, or you’re like me and just really forgetful (lol), I recommend writing what you want to say down on a piece of paper. That way your thoughts are clear and you’re better prepared to speak to your doctor. 

And if you’re already seeking help, my advise to you is to be as open as possible with your doctor(s). A doctor cannot help you if you never speak to them. Doctors are not mind readers, so do not expect them to be. The information you tell them is confidential, they’re not going to go find your parents, your family, your friends, whatever, and tell them what you told your doctor. My therapist has met my mom and has not told her anything we talked about. Okay? Have faith and trust in your doctors. Be as open with them as possible so they can help you. 

And lastly, feel free to come talk to me. I don’t have any “triggers” that I know of. So you can come talk to me and not worry about me start to have problems of my own from having a conversation with you. I have a Skype to talk to roleplayers. So send me a message if you want it to talk to me about something that bothers you. I would prefer it if you talked to me than hurt yourself. Okay? 

Okay. So…

I love every one of you, yes all of you. 

I think you should not have to suffer. 

So talk to a doctor if you haven’t already. 

Doctors are there to help. Shhhh, don’t be scared. <3

All the hugs to you. 

You’re all beautiful creatures, whether you think you are or not. 

Lady Archer | @the-warrior-king

the-warrior-king:

iamthefirechild:

the-warrior-king:

iamthefirechild:

Summer raised the longbow before her face and laid fingertips to the string. Finding a bow with the right draw was imperative to the ability to aim, and she had been through almost all of the bows in the training yard. Slowly, patiently, she drew the bowstring back to her ear, releasing it with a sharp twang.

“Perfect,” she murmured. Turning to the side, she picked up an arrow and fit it to the string. At least she was being allowed to continue with her archery, despite coming to London. For a little while there, she had been afraid her father was going to insist on her being a perfect court lady, in some mad attempt to catch the King’s eye.

The arrow smacked into the bullseye, and she picked up another arrow. That was really more her sister’s role, or had been, anyway. Now Winter was married and far away on the fringes of Wales, holding off the Glendower and his crazy rebels. And Summer was here, bored silly at a court with no queen and therefore no need for ladies in waiting.

She could feel someone’s eyes on her back, and elected to ignore them, firing off three more arrows in rapid succession.

Henry walked towards the woman, watching her progression of her archery, and he could not help but smile at how well she managed. He stood and watched for a while before he turned his head to her.

He had sworn he had known all the ladies in the court and yet he did not know her.

“Where had you learned how to fire my lady?” he asked her.

“The armsmaster on my father’s estate taught me. He said, blades were too much for a lady’s arms, but archery could be used on the hunt and I should be able to defend myself at need.” Summer kept firing, pacing herself and ringing the centre of the target with bristling shafts.

Drawing the last arrow from the quiver, she flashed a smile to the king, laid the arrow to the string, and sent it downrange to the farthest target. “Now the guard no longer lets me participate in their tournaments for that I outshoot them,” she confessed laughingly.

Laying the bow aside, she turned to the King and curtsied quickly. “Summer Rainault, at your service, highness.”

He smiled and bowed at her curtsey, and he pointed to the targets. “You would do well in tournaments, for your aim is true enough. Lady Rainault.”

Henry raised his own bow and it aimed perfectly next to hers, and he smiled as he looked at her.

“You should do well on the hunt this season,” he said, “If your father would wish you to remain here for that, we shall always be in need of such good archers.”

“Oh, well, I’ve leave to do as I like for so long as we remain here. Please don’t call me Lady Rainault, that’s my mother.” She fiddled with a lock of bright hair, that had come loose while she shot, while she talked. “I probably would not be allowed to dress up in armour and compete in the melee, though,” Summer laughed. “Father does have his limits. I thank you very much for your kind offer.”

Walking down to the targets, she began to tug the arrows loose, trying to preserve the heads if nothing else for later reuse. “I sometimes feel this castle is stifling, very closed in,” she said over her shoulder.

Bella Luna | @prince-of-camelot, @wordlesswarlock

wordlesswarlock:

prince-of-camelot:

iamthefirechild:

prince-of-camelot:

iamthefirechild:

prince-of-camelot:

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Summer.” He said with a genuine smile. “Would you like me to accompany you?

His smile was infectious, and she had to return it. “That would be very welcome, sire. It’s not often a lady gets to spend time alone with the heir, is it?” Kneeling with the basket over her arm, Summer nipped the tops off a few flowers, adding them to her haul. Tossing her hair back over her shoulder, she stood up again, eyes flicking quickly over the landscape.

“It would be my pleasure.” He said, not able to keep his eyes off her. “So, what exactly are you doing out here by yourself?”

“Well, I am apprenticed to the town physician Idris, and so someone must collect the herbs in season that we use for our skills. I am younger by far than Master Idris, so I go.” Clasping one hand on the basket’s handle, Summer beckoned to Arthur. “He trusts me full well to take care of myself, and today is the first time I have been bothered by any.”

He nodded in acknowledgement. ”Make sense.” He said to himself. Arthur had a questioning look on his face. “I wonder what made today different.” He looked around and saw Merlin in the distance. 

His face beet red and his breath coming in quick pants, Merlin ran up to and stopped in front of Arthur and Summer. He nodded to the unknown girl in greeting, shoved a crumpled paper that read ‘Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!’ towards Arthur, and rested his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

“It’s a good question. I expect it was a band just starting out, or possibly lost. Banditry this close to Camelot is one of the less intelligent ideas I’ve heard.” Summer raised her eyebrows in bemusement as the dark-haired … no, not boy, definitely a man, ran up to Arthur and unceremoniously shoved a scrap at him. “Needed back at the citadel, sire?”

harry—monmouth:

iamthefirechild:

Kris settled himself more firmly into his seat. “I like to watch people have a good time, and you are very worth watching for that, Harry.” He let the smile turn a little wry. “Though I’ll gladly admit this isn’t really … to my taste. A little too crowded, really.” Raising his voice to a shout, he called “Francis!”

“I thanketh thee for thine words! Though I fear for the turn of one’s eye towards me, I am used to the drunken looks—not as others to say I am ‘worth’ that. Never mind that!” He shook his head, voice just barely audible, he leaned in close for him to hear. “Crowded, says you? Then elsewhere?” He suggested standing up against the rumbles of the ale bellied men.

“I wouldn’t want to take you away from your adoring people,” Kris grinned up at Harry. Shoving himself up from the seat, he dodged Francis. “But elsewhere, yes. My ears ring in here.” Following the Prince to the door, Kris added, “Where, then, now?”

domire-angela:

iamthefirechild:

domire-angela:

iamthefirechild:

*leans his forehead against hers* That all you can see, then? Just how I look? How I sound? All the physical? You’re better than that. *brushes his lips to hers*

*feels her heart kick up a short frenzy and tries to steady her suddenly erratic breathing* N-No. You’re still Summer. You’re still the person I made tea and ointments for when you couldn’t even stand without hurting yourself. *looks into those green eyes again and feels like a small weight has been lifted from her back* You’re still my friend.

Good girl. *steps away and shoves hands in pockets* By the way, are we four supposed to be doing this prom thing together? You and Deva, me and Tony?

*shoves her hands into her hair and shakes her head around a bit* That would be nice, to go as a—what’s the phrase?—“double date”.

Although I understand Loki is taking Miss Venn as well. We could do it as a family thing. *shrugs*