Feminist Vs Feminist

Feminist: “Women are just as strong and capable as men in every single way. Men are not biologically stronger than women. A woman can and should do all the tough jobs requiring strength that men do.”

Feminist: “Women cannot rape men, or if they do it is not as big of a deal as when a man rapes a woman because men are stronger and more powerful physically and socially.”

Feminism is like a coin that feminists carry around with them. It has two opposing sides that they carry simultaneously at all times (doublethink). And whenever presented with an argument or circumstance they flip the coin and you never know which of the two contradictory perspectives you are going to get.

anonymous asked:

Oh great and wise AJ, I come to you seeking advice. Soon, I'll have a terrible choice to make, but I do not know which is the correct path to take. So please, tell me, which version of the next pokemon game should I get?

always flip a coin when undecided.

Then just buy both.

Here’s what I just turned in for part 3 of my semester project for my Advanced C# class! You can download the zipped file with the .exe inside from the link above and play. This version lets you save a game and pick it up later, has better grammar in the help files, and has actual “coins” to “flip” when attacking! Still all just unicode characters and no image files to speak of, but it works.

There’s a bug with the New Game button that warns you about overwriting save files that pops up every time even though it’s only supposed to happen if there’s a saved game, but it’s not game breaking so I didn’t bother fixing it.

I also changed the combat rules slightly, so when attacker and defender get the same number of successful rolls, the defender wins instead of here being a tiebreaker. Mostly just laziness on my part, but I think it’s a better rule anyway.

Someday if enough people say they like it, I’ll port it to Unity or HTML5 or something so everyone can play, but until then, it’s still just Windows only. If you really want to play it and don’t have Windows, it’s completely playable in real life on a chess board with chess pieces and a few coins, so just let me know and I’ll write up some physical rules for you to play with. But for now, enjoy, Windows folks, and let me know what you think!

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Making her way into the room as she could see by…

“It’s for your thoughts.” She spoke as she sat down upon the arm of the chair and looked into those hazel eyes of his, smile still showing upon her lips. “What’s got you thinking so deeply?”

Thoughts, huh?” Giving the coin a flip before catching it again, he chuckled. It had been on his mind for months really, but only recently had he began deep thought on it. “I uh, wanted to talk to you about something Brandy.” Although his voice was fairly serious, the soft smile remained on his face.

On My Command...

aria-lerendeair submitted:

John held out the coin to Sherlock. “You’re going to flip it while I call it. I don’t want you cheating.”

Sherlock frowned. “I would not cheat.”

“To win this you would.” John said, daring Sherlock to argue with him. When the detective did nothing but glare at him he grinned. “So flip it.”

He spun the coin into the air, caught it in a quick motion and covered it with his hand, looking at John.  “Chose carefully John.”  

John smirked.  “Heads.”  

Sherlock narrowed his eyes.  John was positive in his answer.  Yet there was no way he could have calculated the trajectory with how hard and quickly Sherlock had flipped it.  How did he know.  He lifted his hand and stared at the head on the quarter.  

“Surprised I guessed right?”  John teased.  

“It wasn’t a guess.  You were certain of the answer.”  Sherlock flipped the coin over and frowned.  It was not a double-sided coin.  How had John been certain?

John laughed and took the coin away from Sherlock.  “Sometimes a guess is just a guess Sherlock.”  He licked his lips.  “You know the terms of the bet.”  He ordered softly.  “Strip, in the chair, legs spread on either side.  Hands and arms behind your back.  Move.”  

Sherlock met John’s eyes for a moment and then began to unbutton his shirt, letting it fall off his shoulders, followed by the undershirt, belt, trousers and pants.  The chair in the kitchen had been moved to the center of the living room and he sank into it, spreading his legs.  He dropped his head forward until his chin touched his chest and shifted so he was holding onto his wrists, the muscles of his shoulders straining.  

He was already fully hard and could feel John staring.  John, who had been so certain of winning.  Sherlock closed his eyes and took a slow breath.  

“And just think, you are restrained by nothing other than your own will.”  John purred, walking towards Sherlock.  He removed his socks and peeled the jumper off as well.  He stood behind Sherlock.  “You remember the terms?”  

“You are going to attempt to talk me into orgasm.”  Sherlock said, scowling as he looked up at John.  He rolled his shoulders a little, adjusting his grip.  “You do not get to touch me.  Only words.  My eyes must stay closed.”  

John smirked.  “Yes.  Indeed.”  He waited until Sherlock had done just that and licked his lips.  

Sherlock waited.  It was warm in the flat.  John had insisted on a higher than normal temperature since one of them would be naked.  “John?”  

“Shh.”  John purred into Sherlock’s ear.  “Relax.  I am not going to hurt you.  I am going to make you scream.”  He watched Sherlock shudder and a dribble of precome escape from the tip of his cock.  

“You didn’t think I noticed how much you liked my captain’s voice in Baskerville Sherlock?”  John stepped closer, the edge of iron control still present in his voice.  “You think I didn’t notice all those signs you love pointing out?  Dilated pupils?  Shortness of breath?”  

Sherlock kept his eyes firmly closed.  John.  John.  John.  All around him.  Scent, cheap cologne from the store.  Breathing.  He could hear it.  Feel puffs of hot air against his skin.  His body shivered again and he held onto his wrist tighter, tensing his back to give John a proper view.  

John gave a dark chuckle.  “Oh, very pretty.”  He leaned closer and exhaled into Sherlock’s ear, savoring the hard shiver the dark-haired man gave.  

“Oh get on with it.”  Sherlock grumbled.  He shifted minutely, praying that John would not notice how aroused he was already.  

“Feeling the pressure Sherlock?”  John kept his voice low, gruff.  Sherlock loved it.  He could tell by the shudder that made it’s way down Sherlock’s spine.  “Here I thought I would have to put in some proper effort.”  

John took another moment to take in the sight of Sherlock like this.  He knelt in front of Sherlock and blew air across the tip of his cock, watching every muscle in his body tense, and a short cry escape his throat.  

“No touching!”  Sherlock snarled, keeping his eyes clenched shut.  

John smirked.  “I didn’t touch you.”  He let a hot puff of air hit Sherlock’s inner thigh.  “I love how your thighs quiver when you are like this.  You want to beg, but you are too proud.  But your body, your cock?  They do not lie.”  

Sherlock growled, the air feeling far too hot around him.  He could feel John, every exhale against his thighs now.  

“No matter what your voice says, no matter what that brilliant mind of yours comes up with to hide the truth, when you are stripped bare like this?  Your body does not lie.”  John licked his lips and felt Sherlock’s attention snap towards the sound.  Even with his eyes closed, his senses were perfectly attuned to everything around him.  

John stood up and walked to the side of Sherlock, breathing against his neck.  “Your body and your looks are a weapon.  I love that you wield that weapon with a precision others wish they had.  You know just how to move, how to look.  But it is all calculated.  But like this?  You are desperate.  You want.  You want so much, but cannot bring yourself to ask for it.”  

Sherlock shuddered and struggled to control his breathing, his breath coming in faster and faster pants.  John had to pick this moment to truly observe.  

“You want control to be taken away from you.  You need someone to prove that they are your equal.”  John smirked.  “I did that.  Didn’t I Sherlock?”  

A sound that may have been a whine coming from anyone else escaped his throat.  “John…”  

“The best part about all of this, Sherlock?”  John shifted his position again so he was speaking with only a millimeter between their lips.  “The best part is that you are inches away from orgasm.  But I can’t ask you to come, can I?  That doesn’t work with your special set of rules.”  

Sherlock shuddered.  “J-John…”  

“You have to be ordered.”  John pulled away from Sherlock, watching his body tense, wondering where the next almost-touch would come from.  He knelt in front of Sherlock again, staring at the precome leaking from Sherlock’s cock in awe.  It had to be timed carefully.  He swallowed and leaned in closer, breathing against the tip, his voice hard steel, the kind that would not be disobeyed.  

“Come.  Now.”  

Sherlock’s world went white.

….right. Well THAT happened. <3

[Part 2: A Good Soldier Obeys Orders]

[Part 3: The Prestige]

HOLY FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *EXPLODES!!!!!!!! ~♥


“let’s play a game. come on, just a simple bet. the pawns we’ll use… human souls. for example, let’s say i posed this question to you: “can all human souls be bought with money or not?” now remember, the keyword here is “all.” the answer is “there are times when you can buy them, and other times, not,” right? the human being… sometimes he’ll uphold his pride and conscience even if he’s offered ten billion yen, and other times he’ll murder someone over one yen. in that light, surely human souls can be bet on as well? although some people might rage that “you can’t expect the same odds for human souls as a coin flip!” for example, will one person murder another or not? let’s say there was such a bet. for interviewees who answer, “that person would never do such a thing,” the coin has landed on heads before the results come in. in other words, the odds were greater that he wouldn’t kill. well, just forget about your principles and such on tv. after all, this is just an example. right, the real issue here is that we can’t understand human souls until we open them up and look. as an information broker, i myself have done just that on various people, but it’s not as though i can manipulate human souls 100%. all i can do is give them a push. let’s say that someone’s crossing an extremely perilous boundary… i cause that person to take a step in either direction… well, not that i guarantee he’ll have a life afterwards.
                  all right, with that in mind… now let the game begin!

Flip of a Coin || Tak // Markus

Takeshi when drunk hovered on a line that most normal people didn’t ever dream of reaching. His conscious physically floated over all reason, and allowed his head the clarity he needed to perform those deeds that stemmed on the darker side of him. The side he blamed mostly on the Twins. Tak thought often on his companions in Ireland, and all the terrible things he got into while there. And this was but one of their spells at work, crafted with the birth of his more chaotic magic that was unleashed in uncontrollable ways when he drank too much, or he simply chose to let it go. 

The rain poured heavy upon them. And Tak pressed his hands into every cheek of the women until their eyes dilated and calmed into an easy submission. His illusion magic was some of his favorite. And it would prove to get him what he hoped to achieve tonight. Their feet splashed in the circle they were running in, Tak chanting the spell loudly in the middle. His bare skin, and leather pants clung tight to his body but the pirate continued to yell the spell that brought about a dark energy to the space. 

The women joined in his chant, excited to see some witchcraft or because his calming illusion painted over their minds was forcing them into a more giving head space. Tak didn’t notice the addition to the chanting, only his wand to the sky as he rose his other hand. Demanding the bending of the water soaking the earth, forming together in fast collisions of water that added in density until the space above him started to take shape. The ground shone brightly in a rune that had been placed there earlier under the feet of the women still chanting in the circle. Tak focusing his swaying body on the dragon shape that sudden shot it’s wings out above them like it was roaring into the sky.

Tak roared for it. Screaming up into the air as the chanting grew louder, and louder and the storm brewed more out of his control. The sky shifted in a change in polarization. Lightening gathering in the underbelly of the clouds that shot brightly across the sky. But Tak wasn’t focused on the fact he had pushed to far. That the storm was gripping around his magic and exploding upward until a great anvil formed. Tak just focused on the water made dragon, turning his hand in way that had the illusion and water magic close its great wings like a hinge and shoot up straight up into the sky. 

In one swift moment he grabbed one of the women to the center. The rest closing the gap and continued their chanting as he pressed a dagger to her hands. Biting her skin, fingers pressed harshly in her hips before drawling her mouth in a heated exchange in the raging storm. The rune pulsed to match her heartbeat, and Tak could feel the reaction of the spell want her sacrifice. But would he? Should he? So soon after opening purgatory– 

ZUN voice: “Okay the next game involves *rolls dice* rabbits from *spins wheel* Makai that *flips coin* assault fairies, and the new playable character is *throws dart* Mystia.”

A Flip of the Coin

this-simple-mind submitted:

John never knew what shape the flat would be in when he emerged from his room each morning, and that was due solely—as you might imagine—to Sherlock. The possibilities were limitless, and John’s creativity had not yet ballooned sufficiently to anticipate the depth and variety of Sherlock’s methods of transforming their home.

What might greet John from day to day depended entirely upon the insomniac detective’s unpredictable whims. Domestic war zone, with teacups smashed and experiments scattered to the floor in a fit of pique? Elegant concert hall, with Sherlock waltzing his way through in improvised bit of brilliance on the violin? Conspiracy theorist’s den, with stolen files strewn about and photos and newspaper clippings tacked to the walls as Sherlock untangled some impossible web of intrigue?

A flip of the coin. Anything and everything.

He never knew, and in spite of the discomfort and inconvenience and disorder brought about by Sherlock’s nocturnal occupations, John secretly loved it. It was never boring, for one. It brought a beautiful unpredictability to his life, a brightness, that he hadn’t felt since his time under the endless Afghan sky. He’d find himself leaping from bed—sleep dust rubbed hastily from his eyes—restraining himself from racing down the stairs just to see what new scene awaited him, what inventive thing Sherlock had done to pass the time.

It was the greatest shock then, when John’s world was transformed, in the early hours that morning, before he even left the bed. Sherlock hadn’t done anything as egregious as tampering with John’s space—the oft-clueless genius at least understood the dangers inherent in that sort of offense. No, everything was in place. Everything neat and tidy, as it had been when he’d laid down to sleep. It was the addition of Sherlock himself that had thrown John into an alternate universe. The detective wasn’t demanding entrance or jostling him from sleep to pursue some fresh crime scene, he wasn’t seeking attention or begging a morning cuppa, as he was sometimes wont to do.

No. The man was asleep. The man who hardly paused in his frenetic pursuit of stimulation had finally given over to the demands of his body and was asleep.

In John’s bed.

Long limbs curled spider-like around John from behind, gangly things that groped needfully. Warm puffs of breath on his neck, and the disconcerting feeling of a certain rightness to it all. How those sharp elbows and knees could feel comforting, he didn’t know. But they did. They were.

And so John accepted this change to his surroundings as he did all such changes—with grace and amusement—and allowed himself the luxury of snuggling in closer. He stayed that way until the sun rose, buttery sunlight filling the room on this unusually cloudless day.

When he felt Sherlock’s breath hitch as the man resurfaced from slumber, John let a smile overtake his face.

“Good morning, Sherlock.”

Sherlock tensed as he came back to himself, but John’s steady acceptance of this turn of events almost instantly stripped that worry away.

“Good morning, John.”

Pale fingers tested the fabric of John’s shirt, explored the solid warmth underneath. John leaned into the touch, quite content with the shape of this new world.

“I think I like your bed.”

John laughed, pulling Sherlock closer. “Only one thing for it, then.”

Lips brushed along John’s nape, a soft flutter as Sherlock rumbled a deep, questioning hum.

“I suppose you’ll have to stay.” The argument was sound, if simple. Even the lanky madman could see that.

So he did.

Stay, that is.

Sherlock was not a man known for repeat performances, but in this one case, he was very happy to oblige the desires of his flatmate. And so John found himself waking to this same state of affairs the next day and everyday thereafter.

AH!OhMyGosh!!!!! this is so perfect and just fjdkas;fjkdsa;!!! the johnlock is strong in this one :3 ~♥

  • Jesse Pinkman:Back off man. Jesus.
  • Walter White:We've got work to do.
  • Jesse Pinkman:No, no. You. You've got work to do. I did my part.
  • Walter White:You mean that obscenity that I spent the last two hours cleaning up? That is your contribution?
  • Jesse Pinkman:Yo, kiss my pink ass, man. I didn't ask for any of this. Alright, how am I supposed to live here now, huh? My whole house smells like toe cheese and dry cleaning.
  • Walter White:Because you didn't follow my instructions.
  • Jesse Pinkman:Oh, well heil Hitler, bitch and let me tell you something else. We flipped a coin. OK, you and me. You and me. Coin flip is sacred. Your job is waiting for you in that basement, as per the coin. Fucking do it already.
Beynalia headcanons that no one asked for
  • - They live together in at Camp Jupiter in one of those house things - They all decided to date each other when Thalia said “you two are so cute I wish I could date you both” when talking with them and Bianca asked “why cant you?” And they started dating 
  •  - They go to Lazer Kraze once a week and flip a coin to see who is on each others team (and sometimes they’re all the same team and DESTROY the other team) 
  •  -Their favorite way to spend the night is all cuddled up in a blanket fort watching That 70’s Show 
  •  - They sleep together on a giant king sized bed and when one of them has a bad dream they sleep in the middle of the bed and are showered with cuddles & kisses 
  •  - When Nico was informed of their dating he tried to give Thalia and Reyna the ‘if u harm my sister ill beat u up talk’ and Bianca got really embarrassed and proud of her brother while Thalia and Reyna cooed about how cute he was 
  •  - Bianca is really artsy so she is in charge of their scrapbooking and when ever they go out and take pictures doing something they have to stop at the store afterwards and get the right stickers and paper for the theme shes going to make 
  •  - They have super fancy dinners once a month with fancy wine and a pasta dish and Bianca always gets tipsy on the wine so they to tuck her into bed and take really good care of her bc shes so cute when shes drooling all over her pillow 
  •  - For Halloween Bianca dresses like Thalia, Reyna dresses like Bianca, and Thalia dresses like Reyna and its the cutest thing ever they win all the awards just for their voices for each other alone