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The new vampire, Honda Kiku, reforges some old bonds with a young and unusual friend. AU based on this picture, which has England and Japan swap their 2010 Hetaween outfits, and has England as a chibi. So, vampire!Kiku, and kitsune!Arthur.
After the bite heals, after the long night of bloody pain when he Turns – after all that, and after coming to terms with the new fangs in his mouth and his new preternaturally keen senses, Honda Kiku hides under the covers on his futon for three days straight and does not move. He knows– he is (was) a well-read man and knows what he has become by the dreams and longings that run through his mind, by the fact he can smell the (hot fresh) blood pumping beneath the (vulnerable) skin of his servants as they go about their business in his home.
(Vampire, whisper the old tomes in his library, echoing the bite of Kiku’s fangs into his lips. Self-control – he is an honourable Japanese man, and he will have some self-control. Anything else is inconceivable. Anything else will make him go mad. Blood-drinker. Life-taker. Vampire.)
When the three days are done and Kiku has regained some of his rational thinking he sits up, pulls his blanket around his shoulders, and takes stock of all the things he will miss about being human.
The list is almost distressingly small.
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What are your top beauty tips?
Start out perfect and don’t change a thing. Always accentuate your best features by pointing at them. And conceal your flaws by sucker punching anyone who has the audacity to mention them.
Other people’s opinion of you does not have to become your reality.
Les Brown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Dos
1. Talk about things that interest others, and not just things that interest you.
2. Share the conversation. Don’t talk over others, interrupt others, or seek to be the centre of attention.
3. Be interested in what other people have to say. Ask open questions, and try to find out more.
4. Notice when people do well, and make the effort to praise them for it. Try to be an affirming, and encouraging, friend.
5. Be respectful, considerate and polite. Be sensitive to the feelings of others.
6. Think before you speak. (Sometimes it’s better to say nothing than to speak your mind and upset or offend).
7. Learn how to ask for what you want and need in a non-threatening, and non-defensive way. Don’t react; and don’t pick needless arguments.
8. Try to understand the perspective of others – and don’t just assume that you are right and they are wrong.
9. Look out for others – and be a trusted friend
10. Back off, don’t dominate, and give your friends some space.
Don’ts
1. Don’t brag about what you’ve done or what you’ve got.
2. Don’t put others down.
3. Don’t judge and stereotype people.
4. Don’t take over the conversation. Let others tell their jokes, and have their say.
5. Don’t try to control other people, or to make them do what you want them to do.
6. Don’t talk, or gossip, about others.
7. Don’t make jokes at others’ expense.
8. Don’t demand perfection – allow your friends to be human, and to sometimes make mistakes.
9. Don’t be sensitive and quick to take offense.
10. Don’t be mean or stab others in the back.
So, this was a random piece I wrote a long time ago, in the pretty severe lack of actual friendly Russia.
Summary: Sometimes, you can find friends in the strangest of people.
It was a rare occasion indeed that the anthropomorphic personification of Russia found time to leave the wastelands of wintertime Siberia in favour of the warm tropics. His favourite haunt was a small group of islands off the north coast of Madagascar, Seychelles (though this may have been as much because it annoyed England and France, overprotective bastards that they were, as the warm sun).
He could relax here, without America’s obnoxious suspicion, or his little sister’s disturbing obsession for him. Just himself, the sun and warm sand, and of course, his beloved Magical Metal Pipe of Pain (it never hurt to be too cautious).
This was how Michelle, also called Seychelles, erstwhile adopted maybe-daughter of France and/or England, found him – coat, scarf and even trousers discarded in favour of swim trunks (complete with a dubious palm tree print) and pale skin and hair gleaming like silver in the sunlight.
It’s time to be brave. I’m not afraid.
Bangtan | Outro: Wings (via btsquotes)
In which Steve and Tony from Avengers Assemble open a counseling service for all the Steves and Tonys across the multiverse. God knows they need it. To celebrate #10yearsofstevetony ♥
“But Tony, doesn’t it seem like meddling?” Steve chewed at the corner of his lip. “Maybe the other versions of us won’t want to listen to what we have to say.”
“We are pretty stubborn, I’m sure that’s true in every universe,” Tony said with a grin. “But I’ve seen some of the places they come from. Things are not good there. They need our help, Steve.”
Steve heart swelled at the care Tony had for everyone, even if they were from a different universe. “You’re right, honey. Come on then. Let’s do this.”
“Okay,” Tony called out, taking his hand, matching wedding bands sat atop each other. “Send the first pair in.”
“Have you two ever spent any time together outside of a mission?” Tony asked, eyeing them strangely.
“Uhh. There was that one time we got shawarma,” Grumpy Steve said.
“That was right after a mission and you were half asleep. That doesn’t count,” Grumpy Tony said snappishly.
“So you’ve never actually… hung out? As friends? Like, at all?” Tony asked, seeming genuinely perplexed.
“Well. When you put it like that, not really, no,” Grumpy Steve admitted.
“I think we may have discovered the root of your issues,” Steve said with a sigh. “Why not try talking to each other, for god’s sake?”
“Because he hates me,” both Grumpy Steve and Grumpy Tony wailed in unison.
“He really doesn’t,” Steve and Tony both said firmly.
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A college student struggling with balancing work and the intense desire not to. Welcome to my collection of random work!
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