(and i take no responsibility over it.)

So my friend asked me why I didn’t go find Alex while he was in town, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

1) I’m a married mother. What the hell am I going to do with a 23 year old single actor? I mean I know what I’d like to do, but still.

2) What am I going to do leave my baby with my parents and go “I’m going to go find Ivar!” Or take her with me and be like “excuse me strangers I don’t know (Alex’s friends) can you hold my baby while I drool over your friend?

Besides I told my husband he’d say something in his native tongue and I’d be done. There’s like 5 guys (and a handful of women) that my husband knows if I were face to face with them I’m not responsible for my actions. So yeah for the sake of my marriage I didn’t go find that beautiful fucking boy and throw myself at him.

Hello sweet followers, 

When I started this blog in 2014 (I know that is a long time ago), I had plenty of time, energy and an absent of every day problems to run this blog. The blog grew over the course of the years and that brought along a sense of responsibility to keep everybody update, and with just me that became stressful, so with the help of @freakypumpkin and @warlocks-nephilim, I had a good team to run this blog for the tv-show and the malecweek. 
Sadly, I’m taking a step back as admin and my presence on this blog will be extremely limited, due to other desires and some personal issues I have with the recent events of the show and the fandom.
Luckily for me, two amazing new people have decided to help out my friends and co-admins. So I hope you will welcome them with open arms and lots of love, like you have treated the three of us. 
@timelessmalec and @acidburnsaya have join this team two days ago and I wish them a wonderful time on this blog. 

I want to thank you for following this blog and allowing us to colour up your dash with Magnus and Alec and share in our love for them. But most of all I want to express my gratitude for making this blog a safe blog to run and for treating us with love and respect. Thank you!   

Much Love, 
Sjoukje @allthethings-iadore

Au where Jack didn’t go to Samwell and after a few years and a cup with the Falconers he gets traded to a team in Canada, so now he lives around 2-3 hours from his parents.

Meanwhile Bitty graduates and is hired by Alicia Zimmermann to be her assistant, partly because he was a Samwell alumni but also because he was super sweet and brought a pie to the interview.

Bob tried to poach him within a week, but Bitty thought he was only joking. So did a lot of the retired hockey players once they tasted the pies including Mario. Alicia doesn’t allow Bitty alone with Bob or his friends anymore.

Which is why she made Jack promise to stick to him like glue during a charity event she won’t be able to attend, but that Bitty will be at.

“Jack, Eric is the most efficient and pleasant assistant I’ve ever had. He’s also charming, hard working and discreet, and when I had the flu last month he made me go home to rest and brought me chicken soup on his day off. If your dad or his friends try to take him from me again, I can’t be responsibly for my actions.“

This is how Jack somehow ends up playing interference and trying to distract Bitty from talking to anybody at the charity event.

And wow ok this isn’t exactly unpleasant and Bitty is gorgeous and funny, and played hockey.

Bitty is in the middle of trying to explain how increasing his social media would be beneficial, and how he could use his platform for good when Jack sort of blurts out.

"Do you wanna get coffee?”

And Bitty paused, looks at him and smiles, “sure! I’d be happy to go over everything with you again over coffee.”

Jack is too flustered to explain that was a very lame attempt to ask him out, so he goes along with the work orientated coffee situation with the intention of maybe asking him properly afterwards.

Of course, then shenanigans occur where Alicia thinks Jack is now trying to steal Bitty to be his assistant and casually invites herself over for the coffee, so obvs Jack doesn’t ask Bitty then.

“I trusted you,” she says very dramatically when he comes over for dinner that week. “How could you be trying to take my assistant?”

“I am not trying to offer him a job,” Jack groans dramatically, “I’m trying to ask him out!”

Alicia paused, considers this and does a complete 180.

“Jack! This is an amazing idea! I fully support this, oh I can’t believe I crashed your date.”

“It wasn’t a date,” mumbles Jack.

“Ok, we need a plan. You need to woo Eric, he’d be such a wonderful son in law.”


Meanwhile Bob is quietly watching this whole exchange and making his own plan. He absolutely supports Jack’s interest in Bitty, and Alicia is right he’d be a wonderful son in law.

But also Bob does need an assistant since he can’t seem to keep one for more than 2 months at a time, so he’s now planning to steal Bitty while his wife is distracted playing matchmaker.

Bitty had no idea what’s going on, he just wants to continue working for Alicia since she’s so nice and amazing, save enough money to open his own bakery and try not to let in on the fact he has a massive crush on Jack.

I mean, how unprofessional would dating the boss son would look!?

No, he’s going to keep things strictly professional because that’s who he is, a professional who totally doesn’t have the hots for the son of Alicia Zimmermann.

Bts reaction to their crush saying “if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you”

Wow that’s a long ass title

Seokjin: You two were best friends who had a hell load of tension going on. You were over at Jin’s place to just hang out. He always thought that his feelings were one sited so he never even considered confessing to you. All of the sudden you asked him about his sex life, being afraid that the answer would hurt you since you have a crush on him too. Being confused he’d answer honestly: “Lately there’s not much going on. I’d feel uncomfortable doing it with someone who isn’t you.” he confessed by mistake. He’d feel really embarrassed as he realizes what happened. You said: “I didn’t thought you feel like this. Well, if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you”. Jin would be soooo happy saying: “I’d really be honored to take your virginity. I like you, y/n.” He’d approach you slightly giving you a soft kiss which leads to a heavy make out session. Being the gentleman he is, he wouldn’t let it come too far without dating you. 

Jin on the inside:

Originally posted by mscleaningfairy

Namjoon: You two were chilling alone at a house party together. Because you already drank a bit Namjoon felt confident enough to start asking private questions. Technically it wasn’t your idea to tell him you’re just the most honest person after only one shot of tequila. Without him having to ask you just went for it and said: “if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you” Namjoom had his facial expression under control only a dirty smile covered his face. “I knew that! You like me and I like you..” He’d immediately start acting all cocky and flirty with you which leaded to making out in a spare room. He was grinding on you making you horny and kissing your neck until he left hickeys. But Namjoon wouldn’t want you to regret anything the next morning so he delayed your first time to when you’d be sober. “You don’t want to be drunk on your first time, just call me when you want. Or should I call you?” 

Originally posted by seokkuk

Yoongi: Yoongi and you were these kind of best friends who spend all of their time together. Once the two of you were taking a nap over at his place. Having a light sleep Yoongi cuddled with you. He always acted like you were his girlfriend. You thought he was still awake and told him “if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you”. Yoongi would wake up totally confused and look at you. He’d hug you tight from the back and kiss your neck saying: “Y/n, is it that obvious that I have a crush on you?” Still being sleepy he’d unhook your bra under the shirt of him that you wore. Rolling you over he kissed you multiple times. Astonishing your now fully naked body he kissed you again. “It won’t hurt, I promise”

Yoongi when he wakes up confused:

Originally posted by amayskpoparchive

Hoseok: You and Hobi were at a club going crazy and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. That was the moment you fell for him, his cheerful and happy personality and -we’re not gonna ignore this- of course his handsome looks. When a sexy R’n’B song played you decided to dance seductively. Hobi was left with surprise as he joined you and the tension started to grow until he kissed you in the middle of the dancefloor. Hobi started to giggle like a little kid deciding to go home with you. As you made out on his bed you said. “If I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you.” He’d smile really brightly feeling honored to take your virginity as he slowly unclothed you.

Hoseok seeing you dance:

Originally posted by sugabeats

Taehyung: You guys were friends but had secretly feelings for each other. You were totally in love with him but your lack of experience made you self-conscious. One day Tae was bragging about fucking this girl just to make you jealous. Your reaction to it had him SHOOK. You just said “if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you” as a response. Tae would need several moment to realize what just happened but once he did he’d confess.”I’m sorry for being such an cocky asshole but that was my way to make you jealous. I actually have a crush on you and it’ll make me really happy to fuck yo- I mean take your virginity.” You just laughed and kissed him. He’d pick you up like a bride and carried you to his bed.

Tae being shook because of your response:

Originally posted by cutae-hyungie

Jimin: All the other member knew about you being Jimin’s crush and tried to set you up. They invited you over to a house party. Everything went fine, you talked with Jimin the whole time, until Jungkook suddenly shouted:”LET’S PLAY TRUTH OR DARE”.. Namjoon called your name and you chose truth. “Who out of all the people here would you have sex with?”. You answered honestly with “if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you, Jimin” looking at him. He was blushing and smiling happy. Next Hobi dared Jimin to spend 30 minutes with you in his room. Arriving there he confessed to you. “I’m so sorry it had to happen like this. The other’s tried really hard.” he said. “Well it worked and by the way we have still 20 minutes left.” you smiled sheepishly. Being confident he kissed you slowing unclothing your body.

Jimin when you said you still have 20 minutes:

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jungkook: Kookie asked you out on a date after crushing over you for a long time. You were out walking around the city after having a drink. He was leading you to his favorite spot on a hill where you could see the stars and the whole city shining. You were sitting on a blanket his arm around you. You talked about so many different things until he asked you if you’ve ever been in a serious relationship. You answered with yes but admitted being a virgin. He was surprised because you seemed quite mature.“But actually if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you” you said. Jungkook would turn into JungSHOOK before acting really cocky. “I mean if you’re up to it..” You’d kiss. First slow but then it turned into a real make out session. He slid his hand up your skirt grabbing your ass. “We probably have to do this an other time unless you want to lose your virginity in a place were people could easily see us.”

Jungkook being cocky:

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

So this took quite a long time hope u enjoyed it!

You Look Like You Need a Drink (M)

Originally posted by hidden--demons

Summary: After a bad week with the worst luck imaginable, you happen upon a local dive bar run by an attractive young bartender who livens up your evening.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,221

Warning: Bartender!Yoongi, tattooed!Yoongi, sexual harassment, sexual themes, power play, manners kink, alcohol use, profanity

A/N: I wrote this last year for my dear friend’s birthday and swore this fic would never see the light of day. I have since “remastered” it, so to speak, so I’m sharing it here. SURPRISE!

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Manners (Jimin smut)

Originally posted by kookiyoon

Description: Jimin is your best friend’s roommate, and to say you get on each other’s nerves would be an understatement. Jimin decides it is his mission to teach you some ‘manners’.

This fic includes: Explicit smut, ‘good girl’ term, dominance games, hate love type dynamic, light spanking, ‘teaching of manners’ lmfaoo

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jimin x You (ft Yoongi and Taehyung)

Word count: 4.5k

You lazily played a game on Yoongi’s phone, your eyes peering up every now and then to look at the TV screen, displaying a movie utterly boring to you. You let out an unintentional sigh; you were considering getting up to scour for food.

“Why are you here if you’re so bored?” Jimin asked from the other side of Yoongi, whose lap your head lay upon. You sat up to match Jimin’s glare.

“Jimin.” You heard Yoongi scold under his breath. Deciding not to waste your energy, you ignored Jimin and got up to search through their fridge. Yoongi thought you couldn’t hear him once you were in the kitchen, and you barely could, but his low and deep voice rung through the practically silent dorm “I’m so sick of you being such a dick to Y/N. Go say sorry.”

“What?” Jimin laughed. “I’m not a child.”

“Jimin.” Yoongi’s voice was so stern you got goose bumps.

“Whatever.” Jimin mumbled, his light footsteps approaching the kitchen. You quickly stuffed your head in the fridge, acting like you were very busy. When you looked up, closing the fridge door with a muffin in your hand, Jimin is leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest and a subtle frown on his face. 


“I’m glad you’re making yourself at home.” Jimin says, his eyes pointing at the treat in your hands. You smile tauntingly, not breaking eye contact as you take an excessively big bite.

“Thanks.” You mumble through your full mouth.

“Gosh, did no one ever teach you manners?” He asks with a serious expression.

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On giving veterinary advice online

I know it’s tempting when you have a veterinary question “Hey! I know a vet online! I can just ask them,” because it’s so easy to type out a question, especially anonymously, and media like Tumblr makes everything feel casual. Phoning a clinic might seem scary, especially talking to staff or vets there that you’re not familiar with, and messaging a blog seems like a lower stress alternative.

But I often cannot and should not help you.

If you message me because your dog is lethargic, I have no way of knowing whether it’s merely tired, or whether it has a bleeding abdominal tumour and will be dead by the morning. I’d only be guessing, even with years of training and experience. And if I guess wrong…

There are regional differences in diseases. I’m not even going to be thinking about tick borne infections for a sick dog, because that’s not what I see. My diagnostic ability is very geography specific.

It’s not legal for me to dispense specific veterinary advice outside my state of registration. If I don’t know where you are my advice more likely to be bad. I can’t write you a prescription either.

I’m very reluctant to contradict a vet who has actually seen the patient. Aside from being poor form and potentially bringing my profession into disrepute, hearing second hand information is highly likely to be inaccurate. No offense intended, but pet owners commonly relay information about what their previous vet did or said wrongly, and I can’t reliably draw a conclusion from that.

And I do not want to encourage people to think that sending me a question is a viable alternative to asking their own vet. Whether this is about food, treatments or, especially, emergency and time sensitive advice. The treating vet is already a wealth of knowledge, you should be asking their clinic about ongoing care and follow up questions after surgery, not somebody who is, let’s be frank, a complete stranger on the internet.

There is huge potential for online veterinary advice to do harm, which is why professions like mine are regulated.

I don’t want to close my ask box. I also don’t want to just be ‘mean’ and delete questions that are not appropriate, but also don’t want to clog the blog with 'call your vet’. Sometimes I do provide a short, curt answer encouraging people to call their vet. Sometimes well meaning people will add commentary to that post, which defeats the purpose of encouraging that person to call their local clinic. I know it feels good to answer questions, but there are legal liability issues that I just don’t want to deal with. I have to watch my back, and budding vetlings out there will need to do the same.

It is often safer for both myself and the patient for me to say call your vet.

I’m not doing it to be mean. I’m going it to be safe.

If you take wrong advice from the internet over advice from a consulting vet, there is a huge potential for harm. I cannot, and should not, shoulder that moral responsibility, and you don’t get to absolve your responsibility by shrugging your shoulders and saying “Well, I asked Dr Ferox.”

Camping - Smut

Originally posted by sarcasticallystilinski

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 3,649
AN: So this happened? Have some filth. Thanks for being patient. Thanks to @writing-obrien​ and @celestial-writing​ and @rememberstilinski​ for helping me out with this! Y’all are the best and I love you guys sm.

You rolled your eyes as you trudged through the forest, your backpack slung over your shoulders and your sleeping bag rolled up and tied to it. Of all the people you could be paired with, it had to be Stiles. The two of you were at each other’s throats constantly, and you had a feeling that this was Scott’s underhanded way of trying to get you to get along.

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Bum’s Lies and Ch 27 Predictions

There’s been a lot of discussion over Sangwoo’s reactions regarding Bum’s backstory but what has only recently occurred to me (as in I realised it this morning) is that Ch 26 is building up to parallel Ch 5. Understanding that parallel I think, points in some pretty interesting directions for Ch 27 (unless we get another Seungbaetrayal…) 

First off Ch 26 ends with Sangwoo looking over a collapsed Bum - which is honestly not a new thing. The last time Sangwoo found Bum in a similar state he was promoted from the basement to the bedroom. The thing is though, everything that happened in Ch 5 has triggered Sangwoo this chapter. The last post I wrote was about Sangwoo’s reaction to finding out Bum was abused. I’m not going to repeat any of that here because it’s another issue (Sangwoo has multiple issues regarding Bum this chapter). Instead I want to talk about Sangwoo’s rejection of Bum’s love. I know Sangwoo’s feelings towards Bum are a bone of contention within the fandom but I’ve always analysed KS as a bl so y’know… Basically this post is going to analyse the rejection of Bum through the following:

·         Sangwoo’s beliefs concerning Bum’s love

·         Bum’s lies in the face of Sangwoo’s truth.

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Marichat May: Akumatized Marinette



This was inspired by a conversation that two tumblr users were having about akuma!Marinette, but sadly wasn’t able to find it again.

Instead of being born from rejection, Marinette is akumatized due to stress and failure. Due to being overworked, due to not being able to stay on top of everything when she thinks she should just be able too. And when she wasn’t able too and failed she has a huge meltdown.

I bring you Manynette, one of the most fun akumas I’ve ever written.


When Marinette burst into the classroom dressed differently and looking ready for business, Adrien sort of suspected that something was up. Especially when she took over Bustier’s class, and started discussing future plans she had for the class and was seeking opinions.

Bustier, surprised, noted, “You really are getting into being the class rep, Marinette.”

“Well there is so much to get done!” Marinette told her, shaking her head. She then corrected with a playful point, “And it’s Presinette, actually.”

That confirmed to Adrien that something was up.

He snuck out of class, transformed, took to the roofs, and was just about to call Ladybug when he saw another Marinette in front of the Dupain-Cheng’s bakery, handing out free samples.

Baffled, he drew near, starting to greet, “Marin—”

This Marinette quickly corrected, “Bakinette actually. Would you like a cookie Chat?”

Chat tensed as a butterfly symbol flared over Marinette’s face, only she scowled back. “Oh shut up Hawkmoth. Chat’s my friend and I can offer him a cookie if I want!” Her scowl twisted up even more. “No I’m not going to take his miraculous! How will that help me with the bakery?! Take it up with Buginette.”

While Mar—Bakinette argued and sassed off Hawkmoth, she handed Chat Noir a cookie, scoffing.

Gaping at her, Chat managed out, “Wha, what is going on?”

Bakinette paused, then explained, “We’re Manynette! All divided up to get as many of Marinette’s responsibilities done as efficiently as possible! Presinette went to the school to be class rep, Fashinette is upstairs doing fashion, I’m sure she’d love it if you model for her, Chorenette is getting all the chores done, Gardenette is up on the balcony taking care of our garden, I’m working at the bakery, Buginette is working to keep Paris safe, oh, actually, you should probably look out because she is looking for you. And catching up on sleep is Napinet—”

The symbol flared over her face once more and she rolled her eyes. “Oh go ahead, though you’ll probably lose one of your most powerful akumas,” Bakinette mocked. “Besides, you don’t even know which of us has the real akuma!”

Then, acting out of pure spite of Hawkmoth, Bakinette gave Chat another cookie.

Chat just continued to gape, surprised that Marinette was an akuma, and was sassing back at Hawkmoth and…

He was going to need a minute.


He didn’t have a minute.

He turned to see Ladybug pointing down to him, flashing him that confident smile. “Give me your miraculous so I can better protect Paris!”

Uh oh.

Chat tore off, set on escaping the pursuing Ladybug, who had to be Buginette and Marinette was Ladybug and she’s been behind him this whole time and he didn’t have time to think this over and had to go!

Though in his rush to escape, he completely missed a Marinette passed out on a bench, wearing a sleep mask, holding a purple ribbon, and a little kwami struggling to wake her up.

anonymous asked:

There's a post going around about Hilary using "inmates from Arkansas prisons to work as unpaid servants" in her house, is this true or??? bc i'm not sure myself???

i’ll refer you to my last ask, also how did they just dig this up now?!? it takes a village came out in 1996, over 20 years ago!! it’s a little delayed response to something most presidents have been doing for a while. it’s like trump and third party voters were getting anxious about comey’s testimony and the russian investigation knowing they definitely made the wrong choice on nov 8th so they’re guilt tripping themselves into feeling better by pulling up a receipt from 1996 to let them sleep at night. like hillary lost, stop trying to perform false equivalencies when the campaign is long over!!!

The sun is just about to begin its descent into the sky by the time Even settles enough to not feel like he was going to run for the hills at every noise. The air, heating every day but proving warm enough even in early June, is still and calm.

Unlike Even. But then again, when is Even ever truly still and calm?

He’s trying though. Right now, he’s trying so hard to unlock his muscles; to keep them loose and relaxed as he sits on the edge of the bridge just paces away from Bakka. 

It was their bridge. The boys’ bridge that they had spent years running and climbing along.


The voice is wary but clear and Even looks up, once again resisting the urge to flee; to stalk off and comfort himself in Isak’s arms in their apartment that they made for just the two of them. Away from the outside world. 

But he can’t do that because everyone has to stop running at some point.

So he hunkers down and pushes off the bridge until he’s facing full on one of the people he’s let fall victim to his head. “Elias. Hi.”

Elias nods in response, throwing a hand over his shaved head and down his neck, “Hey. I- uh. I didn’t expect to hear from you.”

“Yeah.” Even takes a breath, “Yeah. Sana mentioned that she talked to you a bit and that you said hi and I just… I wanted to see how you were doing.”

Elias shrugs, “I mean, not bad. Growing up- looking for jobs and places to live that aren’t my parents’. All of that adult bullshit we swore would never happen.” Elias stops and chuckles, “Though I hear you’ve managed to do that already.”

Even blinks before he lets out a laugh and gets it, “Oh yeah. The apartment. We were really lucky to get it for so cheap. It’s super small and has the weirdest little quirks- but it’s great.”

“And you’re living with,” Elias scratches behind his ear, “Isak?” And at Even’s nod, he winces, “Sorry about that… the whole punching thing. I didn’t- it just happened.”

It just happened, Even has to grin at that. That had been Isak’s first response as well. I’m sorry, Even, it just fucking happened.

“Don’t worry about it.” He waves it off easily enough, thinking about the churlish, but guilty expression on Isak’s face when they got home from the hospital that night and Isak held a pack of frozen peas to his face. “Honestly Isak’s more embarrassed about it than anything. He asked me if he should like make an apology card or something for Mikael so you could give it to him.”

“So Isak knows you were coming to meet me today?”

“Of course.”

They are both silent for several seconds. It’s enough time for the easiness that had reappeared as they talked to fade out again, leaving two uncomfortable boys who hadn’t spoken in over a year. But it was also enough time for Even to re-situate himself on the bridge and for Elias to join him. 

When a group of birds abandoned the tree just to the right of the boys in a noisy swoop, Elias spoke again, “What happened, man?”

And wasn’t that just the question of the century. He thinks back to those blurry last weeks at Bakka and tries to answer as honestly as he could because Elias deserved that.

Even shakes his head slowly, “I messed up. I got sick and I didn’t know it and everything just started happening so fast…. and then with Mikael and the other stuff and I knew it was only going to be a matter of time.”

“What was?”

“That you guys were going to leave. You were going to see me and you were going to leave me alone. So I guess I left first.”

There was silence again. Thick, thick silence held together by the weight of what was left unsaid. There is a bit of rock next to Even; a group of rough pebbles that he picks up and squeezes between his fingers. When the pain reminds him that he’s still here, he tosses the over the edge of the bridge and into the shallow water below. 

When Elias breaks the silence again his words are quiet, but brimming with something that Even can’t quite place, “Do you remember first year of Bakka? You dared me to climb a tree and I did.”

He did- he remembered. “Yeah and then you fell out and broke your arm.”

“And you stayed with me for the hour and a half it took for my parents to find out and come get me.” Elias lets out a huff of air through his nose, “You stayed with me. So why would you think that I would leave you? That any of us would leave you? You were my best friend, Even. Yousef’s too. And then you were gone.”

He can’t answer. He can’t, he can’t. He should go. But he can’t do that either. 

So he sits there and stares out along the path that the bridge leads to. He stares out of it and imagines what would have happened if he had stayed at Bakka. But there is no Isak in that scenario, so he immediately dismisses the thought.

He feels Elias’s hand on his shoulder when it becomes clear that Even isn’t going to answer. And for a few moments it’s enough.

#Force antis out of every fandom 2k17
  • You deserve to be safe, regardless of how you choose to ship fictional characters. Teenagers and young adults exploring their sexuality safely through art and writing should not be made afraid to do so.
  • Shippers (many of whom are minors) should not be suicide-baited, threatened, falsely accused of being "pedophiles", or had their lives genuinely placed in danger because of what they draw or write.
  • Antis need to stay out of fandom tags COMPLETELY if they're so inept in using the blocking and filtering features given to them. They have ALWAYS had the ability to AVOID what they don't wish to see. If they cannot take part in fandoms without harassing others, they do not belong in fandoms--PERIOD.
  • Antis should also not participate in fandoms where the creators themselves hold values they don't agree with. Antis are primarily the ones responsible for harassing the crew members (and families of crew members) for the shows they claim to enjoy. Antis have even gone so far now as to PHYSICALLY endanger others over fan art/fanfiction. That is NEVER, EVER OKAY.
  • It is the job of antis to look out for THEMSELVES, the same way it is the job of you or I to avoid the things in life that make US uncomfortable. I don't like deep, dark water--so I don't fucking scuba dive.
  • The time of "anti-shipping" is OVER.
Baby Fever - Derek Hale

Request: can you do a derek hale imagine where the reader and derek are taking care of a baby for some reason and and derek doesn’t really know what to do but the reader does and its really fluffy and stuff

Requested by: Anon

Word count: 636

“Derek” I whisper, “someone’s at the door.” Derek lets out a small sigh.

“I can smell him from here, it’s just Stiles.” He replies, rolling over in the bed and pulling me into his chest. “Just leave him.”

“It’s one in the morning, it has to be somewhat important for him to be rocking up here.” Derek opens one of his eyes and looks at me.

“If I answer him, will you stop bugging me?” he jokes, chucking a shirt on.

“Maybe, depends how I’m feeling.” I say, smirking at him. Derek makes his way towards the front door, me close behind. As he gets close he looks back.

“Someone’s with him, I can smell the scent.” He burrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“Who is it?” I question, curiosity getting the best of me.

“I don’t know, I’ve never smelt this scent before.” Stiles knocks on the door again, this time louder and more forceful.

“I know you two are in there! Stop screwing each other and open the door!” He yells. Derek pulls the door wide open greasing the boy off.

“Stiles why do you have a baby?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him, “who did you steal her from?” I put my hands on my hips in a disapproving action.

“No time to explain, I will later, just do me a favour and watch her for a bit” he quickly shoves the very little girl into a very un-expecting Derek’s arms. If it weren’t for Derek’s quick reflexes I would have been worried that he was going to drop her. “Thanks! I owe you guys!” Stiles shouts as he quickly scurries away.

I look over at Derek and burst into a fit of laughter. He held the baby an arm’s length away from his body.

“That’s not how you hold her.” I laugh, making my way towards him. I slowly push the baby towards Derek’s chest.

“Can’t you hold her?” he pleads. I give Derek a sad look.

“What? Sourwolf doesn’t know how to take care of a baby? Does he need a human to tell him what to do?” I say in a mocking tone while smirking at him. Derek growls at me in response, startling the baby and causing her to begin to cry.

Derek’s eyes grow wide and he frantically looks at me.

“What do I do?” he whispers, I roll my eyes and take the baby from him. I have never in my life seen Derek Hale be so gentle with something. He was acting as if the baby was glass and he was going to break her.

I gently rocked the baby in my arms, swaying her side to side.

“Just like this.” I smile, as the baby girl begins to calm down. “Your turn.” I give the baby back to him. Derek copies my actions and I suddenly feel a wave of baby fever. Seeing Derek so caring and soft with a baby almost made me jump him right there.

“You seriously feeling like that at a time like this?” Derek smirks, getting more confident with the baby. I roll my eyes and walk away.

“You seem to have this under control, I’m going to sleep.” I walk off and Derek quickly but carefully walks behind me.

“You can’t go to sleep, what if she needs to be changed? Or is hungry?” He says, as I get back into my bed.

“Can you two shut up please? I was just trying to enjoy my sleep but-“ Peter cuts himself off when he says Derek holding a baby.

“How-How long was I asleep for?” He asks, looking at us in confusion.

“9 months, y/n had gave birth 3 days ago.” Derek replies, blankly looking at Peter. Derek puts his hand to his head, rubbing it in confusion.

“I need a drink.”

Originally posted by expressivedolphin

Can we talk about how the killer cop, Jeronimo Yanez, is Mexican-American? While not white, this terrible example of pathological anti-blackness demonstrates to us that white supremacy can use non-black people of color to uphold its systems of oppression. I know for certain that my fellow Mexicans can personally attest to the abundance of anti-blackness that exists in our communities. Jeronimo murdered Philando and I’ve not heard any of my woke Latinx or Mexican friends say a peep. He’s a monster, right? He’s also your brother, uncle and cousin. Y'all, this is where the ally work matters.

Jeronimo, a brown man, was acquitted not because of his innocence, but because the 10 white jurors were able to identify with his light-skinned Latinx version of anti-blackness–and established an intersectional kinship built on hatred for black people.

While not always wielding a gun, members of our community routinely express and enact anti-blackness. This happens through words and actual violence. Philando’s case may be extreme but it is not unusual. As Latinx folks who often benefit from a hierarchy of racism, we must be vigilant and dutiful in confronting anti-blackness in others and ourselves. As allies for black liberation, the onus is on us to do coalition work and be willing to sacrifice privilege and relationships in pursuit of the struggle. As a queer Chicano, I don’t take responsibility for the existence of white supremacy but I certainly admit that I can do more to confront anti-blackness around me and within myself.

As Philando’s girlfriend Diamond stated: “He was pulled over because, per officer Yanez, he had a wide nose and looked like a suspect.” “God help America,” she continued. Yes, God help America but also let us Latinx folks help each other confront and act on the problem. This time, the problem is ours.

- Miguel Garcia

Miguel Garcia is a native Detroiter and Chicano queer mental and sexual health advocate. He currently works for a community health agency based in Detroit and is completing his degree in Boston.

spansh translation: 

¿Podemos hablar de cómo el policia asesino, Jerónimo Yáñez, es mexicano-americano? Aunque no sea blanco, este terrible ejemplo de anti-negritud patológica nos demuestra que la supremacía blanca puede utilizar a las ‘personas de color’ que no son negras para defender sus sistemas de opresión. Sé con certeza que mis compatriotas mexicanos pueden atestiguar personalmente la abundancia de anti-negritud que existe en nuestras comunidades. Jerónimo asesinó a Philando y no he oído nada de mis compañeros Latinx o amigos mexicanos que son consientes de estas estructura sociales o “woke” decir ni un pío. Es un monstruo, ¿verdad? También es tu hermano, tío y primo.
Compañeros, aquí es donde el trabajo del aliado importa.

Jerónimo, una persona de color no negra, fue absuelto no por su inocencia,
sino porque los 10 jurados blancos pudieron identificarse con su versión de anti-negritud al nivel que existe entre Latinx de tonos de piel claras—y estableció un parentesco interseccional construido sobre el odio hacia los negros.

Aunque no siempre manejan un arma, los miembros de nuestra comunidades Latinx rutinariamente expresan y promulgan anti-negritud. Esto sucede a través de las palabras y la violencia. El caso de Philando puede ser extremo pero no es inusual. Como personas de Latinx que se benefician de una jerarquía del racismo, debemos ser vigilantes y obedientes para enfrentar la anti-negritud en los demás y en nosotros mismos. Como aliados para la liberación negra, nos incumbe la tarea de hacer el trabajo de la coalición y estar dispuestos a sacrificar el privilegio y las relaciones en la búsqueda de la lucha. Como un chicano queer, no me responsabilizo de la existencia de la supremacía blanca, pero ciertamente admito que puedo hacer más para enfrentar la anti-negritud alrededor de mí y dentro de mí.

Como dijo Diamond, la novia de Philando, “Lo detuvieron porque, según oficial Yáñez, tenía una nariz ancha y se parecía a un sospechoso.” “Dios ayude a América”, continuó.
Sí, Dios ayude a América, pero también permite ayudarnos a nosotros Latinx a enfrentar y actuar en este problema. Esta vez, el problema es nuestro.

- Miguel Garcia

Miguel García es un nativo de Detriot y partidario de Chicano queer salud mental y sexual. Actualmente trabaja para una agencia de salud comunitaria basada en Detroit y está completando su licenciatura en Boston.

Translation by: Vanessa Velasquez

i don’t want to see nobody bitching about joss when he is literally just taking over post-production/promoting the movie because zach’s twenty year old daughter committed suicide and he stepped up to finish everything about editing the film and finalizing it and is not responsible for filming or anything else so the snyders could be with their family.

joss ain’t shit but now is not the fucking time.

  • Dorian: We both know you'd end up doing all the work
  • Inquisitor: You vastly underestimate my desire to lay my Elf ass out naked in the streets of Tevinter, eating grapes, and zapping slave owners secure in the knowledge that no one will fuck with me because I did SO MUCH SHIT and now I'm on VACATION watching my lover take over the rest of the world. WHY would I want to continue doing this world leading beaurocratic BULLSHIT when I could lay around all day and fuck you after you get home from a long day of social and political change and revolution. WHY would I want to do ANYTHING to help your country besides fucking with Magisters- which is, my dear, by NO MEANS me doing all the work. It probably won't even help you. It DEFINITELY won't help you. Let me be lazy and naked in Tevinter, Dorian.
  • Dorian: wow thats a good point I forgot how few fucks you actually give about this Inquisitor thing ok
exo reaction to: you being dominant in bed/fighting for dominance

request: Can I request an EXO react to you being dominant in bed or fighting dominance? Thanks!!

author’s response: thank you again for requesting and i hope you enjoy it~!

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

suho: junmyeon loves you and respects that sometimes you want to take control, but he lives for making you feel good, making you moan, making you scream. when you try to steal control, he only tightens his grip, letting you know who the real boss is.

Originally posted by ashiachu

xiumin: “you wanna take over?” he’d softly tease, nipping your lip. he’d lean back, pinning his arms behind his head. “okay. show me what you got.”

Originally posted by kim-jongmin

baekhyun: he gets so damn excited when you take control. honestly, he’s like putty in your palm 95% of the time and in bed, it’s no different.
“come on, baby,” he’ll husk through gritted teeth, as you pin his arms down to the bed, heatedly bobbing on his erection. “fuckin’ show me who’s boss. show this bad boy who’s in control.”

Originally posted by freenerdgarden

jongin: he would be so unbelievably turned on, he’d almost cum the minute you started reaching for dominance. he would give in, vocally showing you how much he liked it, grunting and eliciting breathy moans in your ear.

Originally posted by you-need-jisoos

jongdae: "so demanding,“ he’d rasp as you pin him to the bed, hindering him from moving. "if you wanted to top, you could’ve just said so.”
he would find it so hot and the boys wouldn’t be able to stop teasing him the next day about how loud he’d been. even though he was slightly embarrassed about that, he definitely wouldn’t mind letting you dominate him again.

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

sehun: secretly, he has the biggest mommy kink the world, but he wants to be the one to make you feel good. he wants to show you how much he loves you and cares about your pleasure since he feels like he doesn’t get much opportunity other than during sex to be make his love clear.

Originally posted by saintksoo

kyungsoo: “god, please tell me what i did to be blessed with this, so i can do it again.”

this man would be in heaven and he wouldn’t give two shits if all the members found out either.

Originally posted by catpjm

chanyeol: like sehun, has a little bit of a mommy kink, but isn’t ashamed to make it known.
“d-do you actually wanna…top?” he’d ask, eyes swollen with surprise. he’d wanna make sure you wanted to and were actually going to make one of his biggest dreams come true. “be my guest.”

Originally posted by yixingsosweet

yixing: let you take over the minute he noticed you wanted to. “go ahead, baby. i believe in you.” he knows you’ll make him feel good.

which is why he prolonged the blissful minutes into incredible hours.

Pokémon Go

Summary: In which Pokémon Go is Steve’s ticket to spending more time with you.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1,859

A/N: This one is for a true angel, @buckysberrie. Mar, you’re one of the sweetest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of talking to and I adore you with all my heart. Your comments on my fics never cease to make my day and I love being able to fangirl with you about all things One Direction-related. I hope you have an amazing birthday because that’s exactly what you deserve.

@avengerstories - thank you for editing this, you real-life queen.

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

“Good morning, Steve!”

The super soldier curses under his breath, hating that you’ve spotted him. He had every intention of sulking all the way back to his room and maybe hiding out there until his training session with Nat. He didn’t want to stay here, where he would be forced to bear witness to something that made his chest ache. “Hey, Y/N.”

You smile at him for a few seconds, long enough to make his heart skip a beat, before diverting your attention back to your phone and the person sitting next to you. Sam.

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Y/N’s curious, clumsy, and has a knack for asking the wrong questions at the wrong time. Bucky’s a hot-headed prick with a dark past and communication issues. Both are paired for training, and neither party is all too thrilled.

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“Can I ask you a question?”

You want to say you sound suave and totally collected, but really, it comes out more like you’re being suffocated simultaneously. Bucky’d decided that you were severely out of shape and proposed going for a run. It was a great idea in theory, but now you’re starting to think the running is more for him to be able to rub in your face the fact that he’s fit and you’re not.


You ask anyway. “Steve mentioned these abilities I could have. What did he mean?” The question’s been bugging you for a while. Given the chances, you should have gotten at least one opportunity where your supposed abilities got their time to shine, but nada. Do you even have powers? What if it’s something pathetic, like conjuring hot sauce at the snap of your fingers?

You’re so busy snapping your fingers that you almost don’t notice that he doesn’t respond, or even acknowledge that you asked a question.

“Why are you so grumpy all the time?” You’re not the kind of person to snap at someone else, especially not someone that’s supposed to be your superior. Plus, it’s not even among the questions you have in mind, but it’s just such a pressing issue. How can someone be so angry twenty-four seven anyway?

His face takes on a look that you’ve become pretty accustomed to in the last few days: He stares straight ahead of him, not a single emotion flickering over his features, and you know that he’s supressing an eye-roll.

He doesn’t answer.

“See what I mean?” You widen your eyes dramatically and throw your hands up. “You can’t even give me an answer!”

If he’s riled up, he doesn’t show it, and in all honesty, it’s getting you riled up. You’re not going to back down until he gives you some kind of response. Maybe you can even unlock his cliché backstory. So you press further.

“C'mon! There’s got to be something.” No response.

“Even Batman has a reason to be brooding all the time!” He turns to glare at you and you falter for a moment. “Okay, okay, cool, nothing about Batman.”

Bucky closes his eyes and exhales slowly, then faces forward again and picks up the pace. You struggle to keep up with him as he runs you up a hill and through a trail in the forest. You run in silence as you catch your breath and relish in the cool shade of the trees, until you can’t bite your tongue any longer.

“Are you afraid of bats?”

He halts without warning, digging his heels into the ground to come to a complete stop. You keep going, not even noticing that he’s stopped, until you’re running into him. Literally.

Bucky gives you a look of pure exasperation as he grabs your wrists, stepping forward and pulling you in until your hands are resting against his chest. There are so many other questions on your mind, but you can’t remember a single one all of a sudden.

“Shut. Up.” He growls. Your hands can feel the vibrations of his chest.

You’re not scared of Bucky Barnes. You're not. It’s not your fault your voice is an octave higher when you stammer out a meek “sorry.”

So maybe you’re a little scared of Bucky Barnes, but you’re starting to figure him out. His intimidation tactics are straight from the book: glares, low tone of voice, and the whole invasion of personal space thing he’s got going on.

Like right now. You’re wedged between the railing of the training room’s mezzanine and Bucky’s chest. It’s not necessarily uncomfortable, but you’re hyperaware of everything around you, and every time he speaks, you can feel your own body reverberate. At best, it’s distracting.

“Hold it like this.” Bucky’s breath fans the side of your neck when you speak, and it takes all your willpower to not squirm. His hands grab the gun with yours, but really, he’s doing most of the work. You can barely concentrate, and the gun feels so heavy in your hands you feel like you may drop it if he lets go.

“Aim carefully, and then shoot.” He pulls the trigger. You’re not ready for the kickback, and the force of the gun firing presses you further back into his chest. Bucky doesn’t move an inch. Instead, he opts to kick your left foot forward. You almost topple over, and this time, you swear you can feel him rolling his eyes.

“Hit that target.” He points to the outline of a body near the back of the room, then lets go of the gun, placing his hands on the railing on either side of you so that your back is still against his chest, though now, you barely notice. Your palms feel sweaty and gun feels so wrong in your hands. There’s a little voice at the back of your head telling you that you can’t do it, and you almost turn to look at Bucky for reassurance. Almost.

You aim, or at least, you hope you’re aiming, and this time you prepare yourself for the kickback. Your finger moves slowly across the trigger, and you screw your eyes shut as the gun fires.

This time the sound makes you flinch, and you don’t even have to open your eyes to know that you missed. Bucky sighs, pushing off of the railing and stepping back.

“Great job, rookie. You only missed by twenty fucking feet.”

Sure enough, there’s a hole in the target at the far left of the room.

“What’s the deal with him?”

It’s been five days since you missed every single target in the training room, and Bucky and you have come no closer to being acquainted than you were when you first showed up at the compound. The only thing he seems to do is be too close too often, effectively shutting you up. Part of you is resentful towards yourself for being so intimidated.

Bucky’s on a mission, and for once you’ve gotten time off. You savour it by curling yourself up in blankets, with a hot water bottle pressed against your sore muscles, and complaining to Sam about how Bucky is unreasonably training (you prefer the word ‘torturing’) you everyday.

Sam laughs, giving you a warm smile, and you wonder why Bucky can’t also just, y'know, smile or something? Show some form of emotion that isn’t cold and menacing?

“He’s a tough one,” Sam says.

“How do you even put up with him?” You throw your hands up in exasperation to prove your point, but regret it immediately as pain flares up your sore arms. Sam laughs again.

“Steve trusts him. I trust Steve.”

Steve must be some kind of altruistic hero if everyone seems to like him so much, and if he can handle someone like Bucky. You’ve seen him around a few times here and there, and he always passes you a small smile, but he never seems to have time to stop and talk, and his face is constantly riddled with stress. Not the life you want to live.

“Anyway,” Sam continues. “When Wanda gets back, she’ll probably take over for him. She’s enhanced too, so she’ll make a better trainer in your case.”

There’s that word again. Enhanced. You’ve tried every possible thing you can think of: snapping your fingers, all the possible hand movements you’ve seen in the movies and that the gaps in your memory let you recall, but nothing. (The memory thing is a whole other issue that should keep you up at night, but by the time you go to bed, Bucky’s exhausted you to the point where you can barely keep your eyes open, let alone think). The whole situation is so muddled, and it ignites this panic in your stomach that you’re trying to diminish by not thinking about it. Your thoughts flash back to the words Bucky had said when he was first assigned to train with you.

“He said I can’t be trusted,” you say, turning to face Sam. You wince at the soreness of your muscles, then look at Sam expectantly. “Is it– are there enhanced people–,” the word sounds weird in your mouth. “Am I dangerous?”

Sam frowns. “I don’t think,” he pauses, collecting his thoughts. “He was probably talking about himself, not you.”

It’s your turn to be confused, but before you have a chance to ask him what he means, Steve rushes into the room, a pained look on his face.

“Sam, I–”

Sam stands up. “Hey man, what’s wrong?”

Steve’s entire body is tense as he looks between the two of you, then he sighs, putting his head in his hands.

“It’s Bucky. He’s been shot.”

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