a good guy for charity

The Worlds Greatest Detective

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Request: Hey there:) can I request something where Bruce comes back from patrol frustrated because the trail he was tracking went cold or something so the reader helps him blow off some steam? Can it be a little smutty please? Thanks;)

Description: After going on a wild goose chase with none other than The Riddler, Bruce returns frustrated and defeated. Y/N attempts to make her lover feel better, but only one thing can make him feel like himself and clear his mind. 

Smut: yep! 

Words: 2266

Requests are open!


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tuukka rask appreciation

because this man deserves his own post:

tuuuuuuuukkks. finnish. famous for throwing a milkcrate full of pucks on the ice when he didn’t get the calls he wanted. he was right. used to smash his stick a lot. hasn’t done it in a while. finally did it again in Game 4 against Ottawa. probably punched a wall afterwards. loves chicken wings. so much. also eats pasta with alfredo before games which is weird because that’s like the one thing you shouldn’t eat before a game. while every nhl player chose an unoriginal white women as their celeb crush, he was the only one to choose Beyoncé. loves death metal. always gets excited when finnish music plays. loves metallica. he’s great with kids. does many things with young kids for charity or to just be a Good Guy. probably has a chiropractor for having to carry his entire team on his back every season. gets TONS of shit from shit people on a daily but ignores it and acts like the BAMF that he is. has good sense of style that goes unnoticed. can pull of New Balance sneakers. seems quiet but also a goof. swears. A LOT. sometimes on live television. his daughter is perfect and the cutest little girl ever. his girlfriend Jasmiina is a queen. They are amazing together and have been a couple since they were in high school. i’m jealous ngl here. he’s happiest when he’s on the bench. chants his own name. takes selfies with people. pumps up his team. probably could kill. might have already. loves all his backups. “i’m such a good goalie.” shut out the canadiens. nice. nhl all star. after the bruins won the cup he stole a helmet while drunk and wore it on the plane ride home, the next day and during the entire parade. flat out says he doesn’t listen to his coach in the locker room. always finds ways to blame himself. he deserves better. his cheekbones could cut a bitch. beautiful blue eyes. vezina trophy winner. elite goaltender.

anonymous asked:

I think this helps explain why the mixed messages from Sam. Shortly after IFH, Sam said in a print interview that he didn't want to do it because that would break the spell (though Cait insisted on doing it). He obviously wanted/wants fans to stay interested in the show with this "are they or aren't they". He kept doing the Cait lovefests on his SM, and then posted the Georgia map pic and geotagged that Audi pic. All of these have been done intentionally. He knows exactly what he's been doing.

Ah, this infamous IFH again. To be fair, nonnie, there are endless theories as to the mixed messages and there are those who would contest the notion of Sam sending them. Let’s say we go with your theory, which I might add, many have put forward as well. So, Sam does this intentionally; have a SM lovefest and counter that with obscure not-so-lovefest with the supposed SO. For a guy who does not live out his relationships and personal life on SM, he is sure bent on people knowing who his “real” SO is, which I am sensing from you, is the-one-who-climb-trees-and-superficially-support-charities.

What it comes down to is interpretation. We are interpreting each move they make on SM and imbuing them with meaning based on our beliefs and perception of said interactions, as well as theories of what has been presented to fandom in general. We are suppose to believe that Sam is with ___. We are suppose to believe that Cait is with ____. We operate on the knowledge that has been circulated and the lens that has been presented to us as a method of processing such representations. We panicked (well, some people do), individually and collectively when the games begin. It’s a vicious cycle. And we wonder, why do I care? Why do I do this to myself? Why are they not togetehr? Don’t they see what we see? Why is he with her? Why does she not have self-respect? Why is she not working? Cait is not innocent of all this!  T is a good guy! Why should I continue supporting their charities when it’s all been a sham? (A note: Supporting charities, regardless of the circumstances, is a an admirable thing).

Nonetheless, for the past three years, we have also seen Sam and Cait together and see the magic or sorcery that ensues. #bettertogether. Now, one might argue that this magic or sorcery is orchestrated to drum up interest in the show, support their charities, and keep them in the limelight. As much as sometimes I succumb to this line of thought, I also wonder why would two actors who are busy working and building a career indulge in this child’s play? For what purpose? To safeguard their relationship and their sanity? To protect their real SOs? If there are indeed real SOs floating out there, I do hope all this is worth it; that Sam and Cait are worth the trouble. I know that watching them grind up against each other, eye-fuck, heart-eyes, complete each other’s sentences, silently communicate, project one body/mind/soul, etc is enough to make me run for the hills.

To circle back to your theory that Sam knows what he is doing, you also have to ask, what is he really doing? Is he doing anything? Who is he doing it for? Or, is the doing connected only to how we perceive the events that occur?

anonymous asked:

Hey, sorry I'm a total n00b, but what's the deal with everyone repeating the "phil kessel is a stanley cup champion" thing? Sorry to bother you! x)

So, it depends a little bit on who you ask, the actual origin is a little unclear, but it is, essentially, a rally cry and big “Fuck You” to all the Phil Kessel haters, of which there are irrationally many. You probably need some backstory about Phil for it to make more sense -

First off, Phil is a great player - specifically, a great goal-scorer and even through some of the toughest times, he has throughout his career managed to put up a lot of points. He’s not what people might call a “200 foot player” who does everything all the time, he’s not a jack-of-all-trades but more of a specialist. A specialist who scores a lot of fucking points.

He’s an olympian, he’s a cancer survivor, he’s dedicated as shit (like he misses a game or a practice waaaay less often than other people, i forget the exact stats but yeah, super dedicated), iirc he does good charity work, he’s reported to be a good guy by everyone who actually knows him.

Phil’s also not your typical hockey bro - he’s a bit soft spoken and he’s too ginger and too round-faced. While I and many others find him delightful, there’s a certain percentage of people who he just rubs the wrong way - which hey, fine, not everyone gets along! He’s maybe a little shy, a little awkward, and he’s maybe a little quick to get defensive/irritated - though in my personal opinion I’d be a much bigger bitch to people if I were as talented as he is and had my work ethic questioned and talked down to as much as he is.

For several years prior to this last season, Phil Kessel was a major player in the Toronto Maple Leafs’ team, but for a variety of reasons, the team’s management and the media there didn’t really click with his personality. I’m not a Leafs fan or anything so I’ve only heard a lot second hand, but they didn’t really have his back, put a lot of pressure on him and blamed him for the team’s continued failures (even though he was one of the only ones actually performing well and they really were doing a bad job managing the team as a whole) instead of letting him just be good at what he does. Plus there has been a lot of media bullshit talking about his temperament and his weight and his - i swear to god - eating of a hotdog (which is actually most likely completely fabricated, but it tells you the quality of journalism). He was supposed to be their star and they should have supported him and been proud, and instead they treated him like shit. I mean, this happens on a lot of teams to a lot of talented players, but Phil’s case has always been a bit strange because he still performs and people ignore it and continue to hate a lot.

Which is when the Penguins come in - last summer they traded for Phil Kessel - a move which had Phil haters crowing with glee that he was leaving their leafs and laughing at the Pens for doing something so “stupid”. There was a lot of horrified talk about how bad a choice it was, how big a waste of cap space it would be and how much they’d regret it and how he’d ruin the team. I’m exaggerating but I’m not.

Now, the Pens team culture is a different one, a little unique in the league. Some teams decide on a personality, a message, and a culture, and they try and mold players into conforming to their perspective - which, good, you need an identity, sure, but several teams take it too far - to the level of making players all get short haircuts and be clean shaven and such things (creeps me the fuck out). Usually comes with a very authoritarian and narrow-minded coach who thinks their personal winning way is the only winning way. Which, will get results, to a certain degree, it’s true. As a personality psychologist, I can tell you that’s a huge waste of human talent though, especially at this level. You don’t want a team made of robots, you want to coach and manage your team so that the things that make your individual players special and above and beyond are the things that fit together. You make careful combinations so the jagged edges balance each other out, become complementing strengths, and letting the best features flourish and shine. The Pens are a great example - especially with the addition of Sully’s coaching style - of how to really play to your strengths. To not try and force guys to be something they’re not, to save their energy for their best features. The Pens kindof have to be like this - you couldn’t have guys like Malkin and Crosby on a team if you weren’t willing break a few molds.

The Pens embraced Phil and all his personality ‘quirks’ and took off the bullshit pressure gave him places to shine, to make his best talents a priority and not ask him to do things that aren’t. And he fucking did it, he flourished. He did good work all season, and when they came through the playoffs he lit it the fuck up! He led the team in points - 10 goals, 22 points in the playoffs. Sidney Crosby won the Conn Smythe because he was also an amazing leader and a play maker for others in addition to scoring points himself during their run, but many people agree Phil was just as much a contender for it. They would never have won without him. He has worked so hard for so long and put up with so much shit, and when you put him on a great team that embraced him (and the guys really have embraced him, they make a point to talk about his accomplishments and call him “Phil the Thrill” and cheer him on when he doesn’t meekly lay down and take people’s bullshit because his team actually finally fucking has his back - e.g. them cheering him in the background when reporters were asking about his salty team USA tweet)

So, what it comes down to, is when someone says “Phil Kessel is a Stanley Cup Champion”, they’re saying fuck you, everyone who trashed him, who treated him like crap and then threw him away. It’s all of us who think he’s great showing our solidarity and pride in him for proving them wrong.

Because he is.

Phil Kessel is a Stanley Cup Champion

And nobody can say he isn’t.

victuuriouse  asked:

Omg 😂 I was going to wait to send you something till the wig came in but seeing all this Pewdiepie makes me laugh! Honestly Amanda he's a good guy, he donates a lot of his money to charity from what I've seen and I watch him myself, to some people his jokes aren't funny but it really depends on what humor you're into, if you're into the whole crazy asshole type thing he'd be fun to check out, he does lets plays as well (not all the time though) but thought I'd put in my impute

lol he’s definitely got some mixed reviews I’ll check him out though I don’t like giving opinions without first hand experience:)

It’s been quite a week...

After all the rollercoaster rides we’ve been on in the past 2 years, this was one of the worst. After the IFH I decided, together with many of you, just not to believe what they were saying. 

I couldn’t do that now. And I was angry, really pissed off at everthing and everyone. Especially at Sam. This was all his fault! But was it? 

This morning I read a fantastic post by @weencounterednowildbeasts and there was the answer to my question. Was it his fault? Or was it my own?
I put him on that pedestal, he never asked for that. So he had to live up to the expactiations I had of him. And he didn’t. Because he is just a man, flaws and all. And not a God, King of Men, Perfect Guy, Perfection Personified, Jamie Fraser…

What he does in his own live and who he loves is none of my business. I have no interest in who he loves if it’s not Cait. I have no interest in some of his “friends”.
But I am interested in Sam as the damn fine actor and as the good man Cait and others say he is. With all he is doing for charity he can only be a good guy. But still a guy, a human, who fucks up once in awhile. Or twice ;-).

I have bitched and snarked at Sam for a few days. I needed that. But I’m ready to be Sam fan again. I won’t put him on that pedestal and I will probably roll my eyes and snark some more if he does something stupid again, which he will, but that’s okay. 
I’m really grateful for the magnificent way he brings us Jamie and hope he will do so for many seasons to come. 

So I’m going to Sam spam a bit! To end this horrific week in a positive way! 
If you’re not ready for it, scroll by fast. Take your time.
But I’m ready to move on.

Talk to anyone who knew or worked with Walker, and they’ll all pretty much say the same thing: he was one of the good guys. Affable, self-effacing, passionate about his daughter, Meadow, his charity work and his hobbies (he majored in marine biology and can be seen, giddy as a schoolboy, on a shark-finding expedition in a Discovery Channel documentary) and generous to a fault.


Everybody please watch this video and spread it to the world!

Do Not Read

warning: this one fucks with your mind

Before we begin I just want you to know that I am sorry.

I know that is a very strange way to start of a story, but I feel that it is important that I get that out of the way. I am a good man you see. Well, I was a good man.

Without boasting but putting aside any false modesty I was probably an above average man in life. I was a good husband. I never cheated on my wife and always made sure she felt loved. I was good father too. I loved my kids, even when they were being teenagers and causing all of the dramas that only parents can understand. I was an all round good guy. I went to church occasionally, regularly gave money to charity and spent every second Christmas volunteering at the shelter handing out meals to those less lucky than myself.

And for what? One second I am crossing the road thinking about how I need to remember to pay the gas bill by next Wednesday, then screeching tires and an empty nothingness.

I have no idea how long the nothing was, it may have been seconds or years. That doesn’t matter anymore anyway and I would give the world to return to nothing.

When I awoke I felt feelings that I never knew could exist. White hot pain, like my flesh being torn from my bones, healed and then peeled off again. A pain so intense that at first it blinded me and all I could see were twisted shapes moving in the darkness. But I could smell. The smell was so thick I could taste it with on tongue. Burning hair, rotten fish and fresh blood.

When I could finally open I eyes I saw things that no word in any earthly language can describe. Things that made me wish to pierce by eyes so that they would not have to be seen again. Indeed, I would have torn my eyes from their sockets with my own hands if my arms were not bound by chains so heavy I could not lift them from my sides.

I was in hell. And it was much, much worse than the advertising. I was a good man.

So how did I end up here?

Because the game is rigged.

The devil is a smart beast you see. He has always been looking for ways to ensure his harvest is always plentiful. Sure he manages to get plenty of fresh meat for him and his minions without even trying, as sin and evil has long been the easier path for humanity. The righteous and good though, they have an extra flavour to them that is ever so much more appealing. It has been described to me by a demon as tasting like the sweetest fruit imaginable but so much juicier.

Getting a righteous man to hell is not as easy as it sounds, as God basically has dibs on them. The only way to really get them down here is to have them agree to come. Why would anyone agree to go to hell? You ask. A number of reasons, the most common of which is the redemption of another. If a man knows his wife is condemned, he may choose to sacrifice himself in her place.

Fame is another primary motivator. Everyone has heard of Mr Robert Johnson and the pact he made at the crossroads. I have spoken to Robert and I can assure you the trick the Devil pulled by delivering most of his fame after his demise has not been suffered in good humor.

The thing is though, there are two universal conditions with these deals. The first is the one that makes a lot of people, especially those hungry for fame jump when the opportunity is presented. Your damnation lasts only 1000 years, after which you are released and judged appropriately. For some a lifetime of fame is worth 1000 years of suffering (though I wager, if they could have a look at the sights and sounds here they would twice thing about it).

What many fail to see though is that their fame more often than not causes them to act in ways that will likely ensure their eternal damnation once judgement is complete. The irony in this is something demons find especially amusing.

The second condition is there must be an agreement or contact, sealed by a specific act. An example would be the pouring of ones blood on the ground, or plucking ones hair and setting it on fire, the reading of a cursed tome or ticking a box on a form.

No, I am not famous. I doubt even my neighbors would know that I existed except for the time I accidentally backed over their child’s bike that was left in my driveway. And no I am not here to save a loved one from eternal damnation. I am here for another 999.5 years through what is really no fault of my own. Soon, you will be too.

While people seeking redemption and fame have been a steady source of meat for Satan for a long time, the Prince of Darkness is always after more. For centuries he has tried various tricks and scams to get more people to his accommodations, with varying degrees of success, but he has hit the absolute jackpot in the last quarter century.

When was the last time you logged onto a social networking website, installed a new piece of software or even just read your email? I am guessing it was fairly recently. And do you know the one thing that all these modern conveniences have in common?

Terms and Conditions.

Every year you tick the box dozens, if not hundreds of times agreeing to the terms and conditions, but how many of them have you read? If you were like me, probably none.

I do not know which one it was that got me, but that is how I ended up here as a demons pin cushion/sex slave. I ticked a box agreeing to 1000 years of damnation without even knowing I was doing it. And as is the case in most legal systems, ignorance is not a defense.

And that that brings me back to why I am so very sorry.

On the off chance you were one of the lucky ones who had so far escaped the curse of the Terms and Conditions that is no longer true.

I only hope you can forgive me, and understand I was compelled to write these words in return for leniency in my sentence. For every one of you who has read this I am getting a 50 year reduction.

I am truly sorry.


“eBae” - A Love Letter From Thief X fanfiction featuring Kenshi Inagaki

Bachelor Auction AU featuring cameos by chiapeto, littlehevn, otomesass, and shortymcpunkbutt

Rated PG for language, references to alcohol, and general shenanigans

With a clink of their drinks and a cry of “Bottoms up!”, Amy, Chia, Kay, and Xiao toasted the beginning of their long-awaited girls’ night out, the culmination of weeks of frantic text messaging and juggling of schedules. Between full-time careers and other obligations, finding the time to hang out together had become harder and harder lately for the increasingly busy ladies, each of whom was looking forward to a night of letting down her hair (or hiking up her skirt as the case may be). However, once Kay had found out through the nonprofit animal shelter she worked for that Tres Spades Casino was holding a charity Bachelor Auction, all four girls immediately cleared their calendars to check out the infamous hot spot and even hotter guys that would be up for grabs at the gala fundraising event.

Slowly sipping her margarita, Amy looked around the elegant ballroom in which the girls were seated. Thanks to Kay’s connections in the charity circles, they had been able to snag one of the coveted VIP tables situated right up against the runway, guaranteeing that they wouldn’t miss one muscle ripple of the men who would soon be parading on stage. While the table had been a little pricey, the girls definitely got what they paid for. From the expensive china on which their many plates of appetizers had been served to the tuxedoed waiters who served them, Tres Spades was more than living up to its lavish reputation.

“I had heard this place was pretty posh, but I had no idea it was this fancy,” Amy remarked, pointing at the chandelier above their heads. “That thing is so huge I almost expect the Phantom of the Opera to jump out of it!”

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