amongst ourselves

  • Jon: We need to trust each other. We can’t fight a war amongst ourselves. We have so many enemies now.
  • *forehead kiss*
  • Jon: So we should probably get married.
  • Sansa: What?
  • Jon: I meant to other people. Not to each other. That would be weird, right? Unless you want to. Do you want to?
  • Sansa: Wait, are you asking me?
  • Jon: No, of course not!
  • Sansa: ... Okay?
  • Jon: Unless you want me to ask you to.
  • Sansa: Jon, I -
  • Jon: Oh, will you look at the time? Winter's here. Gotta go!

neurotypicals like to mock ppl on the internet for having the gall to claim to be autistic or psychotic or have a personality disorder because they don’t believe we exist in real life. 

they dont think we’re ~real people~ who use computers or have interests or do anything outside of what their stereotypes of us are. 

we exist when there’s been a shooting, but not when we’re talking amongst ourselves about our struggles and interests and everything else. 

we exist when we’re in institutions, but not when we’re protesting the horrific treatment of neurodivergent ppl. 

we exist in their horror stories, but not in their everyday lives and when they see us, openly autistic or mentally ill, having interests and hobbies, making jokes, doing normal everyday ~real~ people things they automatically discount us as being autistic or mentally ill because mentally ill and autistic people aren’t real people

Okay, so here’s a recollection of the best day of my fandom life? #ECCC

I’m usually just here to make short, dumb, spazzy comments, so bear with me, because this will probably be long. However, I’ll try not to be too repetitive and remember the interesting parts. ;) Apologies if the pics are effing huge. I don’t do this posting thing - ever. hahah

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nmeskel  asked:

I know you get a lot of hate, but have you ever had constructive debates with people who genuinely disagreed with you?

a few weeks ago I had a 2 hour skype with a YouTube “skeptic” that I found really productive. but I wouldn’t call it a debate, it was a genuine conversation with the intention of understanding each other. While there’s a lot we still don’t agree on, I got a lot of insight into why there’s such a surge of “anti-SJW” content on YouTube (which is why I reached out to him) and he gave me lots to think about in terms of content creation. We’re trying to find another time to talk and have even discussed the possibility of making a video together. Both of us walked away pleasantly surprised by how the conversation went and I think there’s a lot of value in sharing what lead us to talk offline that others could potentially gain something from. Prior to that I’ve spoken offline to another person who’s made response videos about me after I made a copyright claim against him and he respectfully asked if we could settle the dispute amongst ourselves. We talked for a few hours over Skype and have since kept in touch online via Twitter and Facebook, even though we regularly disagree (he’s a fan of playing devil’s advocate which I hate.)

Aside from that, sure I’ve had a number of conversations with people who disagree with me in my personal and professional life that could be described as “constructive” in the sense that while it ended in an impasse we’ve moved on because life goes on. The thing is it’s impossible to agree with anyone 100%, Heck, my husband and I disagree all the time. But I think everyone has to decide what their personal line is. There are some “disagreements” that boil down to “I don’t think X deserves the same rights as Y” and I don’t see that as up for debate.

For me, my biggest issue is people using “i disagree with you” as an excuse to accuse me of saying things I haven’t said and make personal attacks. Those are people I’m not interested in engaging with. I don’t think name calling or false accusations (i.e. “why do you hate all white people?”) are productive, so I prefer not to waste my time on those. Sadly, those are the folks who almost CONSTANTLY hit me up on social media “wanting to debate” when in reality they aren’t interested in a constructive conversation, they just want to bait me into going onto their channel and driving traffic to their videos, which I’m also not interested in doing. Hope that answers your question.

Summer Boy || Jeon Jungkook (M) pt.03

{pt.04}

Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smut plot!

Word Count: 7,380

~ I know I am an awful human, sorry I took so long to update this. Hope you all enjoy anyway! ♡ 

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    “Was he big?”

I brushed through my tangled hair, my comb getting caught in the knots. I watched Bitsy through the mirror of my vanity. She was sitting crossed legged on my bed, eyes wide with curiosity.

  “Let the poor girl breathe Bitsy,” Coco said stepping out of the bathroom. She had a towel over her head, drying off her wet hair.

   “I can’t! I knew they were fucking but no one believed me.” I tried to hold in my laugh but I couldn’t once Coco started laughing. I couldn’t keep the secret from them forever; especially, not after I came home with melted ice cream and visible hickeys. Bitsy shouted in victory after my confession and would not stop asking me questions about it all. “Did he last long?”

Coco threw one of my bed pillows at her face, shutting her up. We were all getting ready to go next door. Like Jungkook had said, Jimin and Hobi had come by the house, shortly after me, to invite us over. Convincing us mainly because they swore Jin was the best cook and we simply could not live life without tasting his food.

   “Okay, I have this one? What do you think?” Mina walked in, holding up a blouse she brought from her room. We all turned to look at it, it was a mixture of light blues and rosy pinks. 

   “Isn’t it too thin? Your nips are gonna show through.” I asked looking over at Bitsy. We were trying to find her something to wear because she wanted to look good since it was obvious to everyone that the invitation was for her and Jimin.

    “You say it like it’s a bad thing (Y/n).” Bitsy joked, extending her hands out for Mina to toss her the shirt.

We all started getting ready once we had our clothes sorted out. We took turns and fought over hair products. It wasn’t anything big to which he had to get all dressed up but they had caught us off guard yesterday; looking tired from the road and dressed like street walkers. I took the chance to do some light makeup, not wanting to make it too obvious that I was wearing any. Only wearing some basic black denim jeans, a white v neck, and my thin green bomber jacket. There was music blasting throughout the whole house as we finished up getting ready.  Almost two hours later, everyone was done and ready to go.

   “Should we go in through the front or back door?” Emi asked and she slipped on her shoes. We all stood in the hall giving glances at each other.

   “Well, their living room is in the front of the house. I guess we should go through there.” I said adjusting my thin jacket and checked myself in the mirror one more time.

   “Oh? So you’ve been in the house already (Y/n)?” Emi gasped playfully. I chose to ignore the comment, cursing myself for letting that slip. They had told us to come by around 7 and we showed up just twenty minutes after.

  

    “Hey, girls! Come on in.” Hobi smiled brightly as he stood back, letting us through the front door. As I walked in, the first thing I smelled was food. My stomach growled instantly, making me remember, that I hadn’t eaten since the morning. Hoseok heard the obnoxious noise and laughed, patting my shoulder as he passed me. “The food should be ready soon.”

Jimin, Taehyung, Hobi and Yoongi were in the living room; keeping us company. While Jin and Namjoon were in the kitchen setting everything up for dinner. I seamlessly tried to spot Jungkook from my spot on the couch. I could not see him or hear him in the kitchen with the others. 

    “He’s still getting dressed.” I turned my head to Yoongi, who was sitting closest to me. He was scrolling through his phone like he had been doing the whole ten minutes. I stared at him, wondering if I should respond. My cheeks were heating up, slightly embarrassed that I made it obvious. Before I could think to play it cool, the door beside the couch opened and out walk Jungkook. He stepped out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His entire upper half exposed and dripping in warm water from his shower. We all turned to look at him as he acted surprised to see us here ‘so soon’. 

    “My bad. I just took a quick shower.” He said deciding to not look in my direction. The rest of the girls were very obviously starstruck by his body form but that wasn’t his intention. He was very proudly showing off the bites and scratches I had left on his chest to both of our friends. My face deeply flushed from embarrassment and anger. He was such a little twat. Everyone turn to look at me, with mouths slightly hung open. I bit my lip and looked down at my phone, praying for the food to be ready soon. “Food smells good,” Jungkook said, strolling off happily into his room.

Before anyone could think to question me about anything; Jin came into the room to invite us all to the table. Everyone took their seats, leaving the seat across from me empty, where Jungkook would sit once he was dressed. We began to eat quietly without him, making small talk amongst ourselves. Jin, being the cook, sat that the head of the table and watched all of us serve the food he had prepared. He seemed very excited and confident for us to taste his food for the first time, he made sure that we tried a little bit of everything. It was delicious obviously, I expected nothing but the best from Jin since walking in through the front door and smelling the food. Jin began telling us about his culinary classes and how he had begun cooking from his mother. In the middle of his story, Jungkook walked out of his room dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black jeans basically, looking fine as hell. Everyone, including me, had stopped listening to Jin for a second just to watch his casually sit down in front of me.

    “So there I was, waiting for the man to give me my order of chicken wings,” Namjoon said with his mouth full. He was trying to speak and chew at the same time without making a mess. “The guy finally comes out with my order and hands it to me. Do you know what he said to me?”

     “My god, Namjoon it was three years ago!” Yoongi groaned shaking his head. Namjoon shushed him and continued dramatically with his story.

    “Both of our hands on the bucket of chicken, eyes locked and he said; ‘Arigatō’ !?” He yelled, tossing his hands in the air before pouting his lips. Jin rolled his eyes and Yoongi shook his head once more.

    “It’s true! I was there and saw the whole thing!” Hobi yelled from across the table, backing up Namjoon’s story.

    “I mean, we don't’ even look Japanese!” I could hear Bitsy giggling next to me and I quickly elbowed her. I know she was only laughing because Namjoon was such a passionate speaker with a lot of hand movements but still.

     “Well, that was ignorant,” Mina said patting Namjoon’s back since he had gotten himself all worked up with the story telling.

    “Some people just think they know it all.” I shrugged after swallowing my food. A quiet chuckle was heard throughout the table. It was uncalled for and everyone glanced at Jungkook; who had not said a word the entire time. “What?” I asked him directly.

I was legitimately confused on why he was laughing as we all seemed to be. He looked up me, making eye contact for the first time throughout the night. Immediately I recognized the look in his eyes, that cocky, arrogant look he wore when he used his smart mouth.

    “Nothing,” He smirked looking down at his food. He paused as if he was debating on if he should say what was on his mind. “It’s just funny hearing that from you.”

Everyone stopped moving, stopped chewing, probably stopped breathing, and I was pissed. Joking or not he should know that saying in front of everyone else would not be a smart move. We weren’t in a bedroom behind closed doors, this wasn’t cute and I wasn’t having it.

    “What is that supposed to mean?” I said putting my fork down on the plate. I didn’t take my eyes off of him but he ate normally.

    “Exactly what it sounds like (Y/n).” He shrugged looking down at his phone.
I decided for the sake of Jin and his hard work that went into making this dinner, I would bite my tongue and let Jungkook’s comment slide. After the awkwardness had passed, Coco had started talking about some random thing. Though I could not get over Jungkook’s unusually behavior. While eating I felt my phone vibrated in my pocket, I would have ignored it but for some reason, I didn’t. I pulled it out of my pocket, keeping it low on my lap so no one would notice. A message from an unsaved number that I didn’t recognize.

Play along with the argument so we can get out of here.

I looked up to his Jungkook’s eyes on me. He nodded his head gently, confirming that this was him texting me. How he got my number out of nowhere, I have no idea but his plan was clear.

You storm out and go home alone. I’ll go lock myself in my room after you leave.

    “So I then realized that I had left my bag on the bus,” Jimin said making everyone laugh. I left my phone on my lap just in case Jungkook needed to tell me anything else.

     “He was running around saying, ‘Lost my bag! Lost my bag!’.” Yoongi laughed; clapping his hands hysterically.

    “We kept losing things on that trip, now that I think about it,” Namjoon said taking a sip of his water.

    “I know. We even lost Taehyung!” Hobi yelled, standing up at the table dramatically.

    “Hey! I chose to be lost.” Taehyung explained. “It’s a beautiful thing being lost in a foreign country.”

Then they began to argue with Taehyung about his crazy sense of adventure. How many times he had gone off on his own without telling anyone anything. Most of us were finished eating by this time and some of us were even going for a second plate. I decided to grab just a bit more for the sake of staying at the table longer. Jungkook was eating rather slow, he still had a plate full and Yoongi next to him seemed to notice. Yoongi leaned in whispering something under his breath but Jungkook only nodded in response.

“The point of the story is: When someone tells you to ‘get lost’; you might actually want to try it because it’s wonderful.” Taehyung finally said, stopping everyone from arguing. The boys agreed to disagree and called it a day for that conversation. But I had something else in mind.

    “It’s surprising that Jungkook didn’t lose anything.” Everyone turned to look at me. “I mean, being the youngest, I could imagine you guys had to baby him the entire trip.” Taehyung and Jimin both began to laugh, looking over to Jungkook for a response.

     “I’m not a baby (Y/n). You of all people should know that.” He challenged, placing his hands down from the plate. I took my elbows off the table and shrugged.

    “I don’t know. From what I’ve seen there some parts of you that still need growing.” I heard Hobi choke on his drink at my words. That could have been a low blow from my side but it was the only response I could think of. Jungkook laughed looking away from me, obviously stung by my comment. He caught sight of everyone staring at him and he ran his tongue over his teeth.

     “I sure didn’t hear this complaining last night.” I wanted to laugh at everyone’s reaction, it was priceless, but I needed to maintain the image of us actually fighting.

     “Well, you probably couldn’t hear me from all the noise you were making.” Even Yoongi, who wasn’t easily entertained had to bite his lip to keep him from laughing.

    “Okay, okay,” Namjoon said before Jungkook could respond. “That’s enough you two.” While Namjoon was giving his reasons for not going back and forth, my phone lit up from a text.

Chill, will ya? You’re roasting me.

“We should all keep personal matters off the table. We all just came to have a good time, right?” Jungkook completely ignored Namjoo’s words of wisdom and continued with the plan.

    “It would be easier to do that if (Y/n) wasn’t such a drama queen about everything.” Jungkook really just wanted to get off the topic of sex. That was such a random insult but I had to go along with it.

    “Oh! I’m the drama queen?” I said sitting up in my chair. “Jungkook you are literally a 6-year-old in a 19-year-old’s body.”

    “Well, I rather be that, than be a priss who thinks she better than everyone around her.” Ouch. Okay, I had that one coming, I guess.

    “Don’t call me a priss because I know my worth and it’s not anything you can afford!” We might have been fake fighting but my voice was driven by actually rage and adrenaline rush.

    “Trust me (Y/n), it’s not a price difficult to get for free.” Even I was taken back by the comment.  His own tone was very believable if I hadn’t known any different. I heard a few gasps around the table but I didn’t see who because my eyes were locked on him.

    “Are you implying that I’m easy?” I was actually shaking from anger. The heat of arguing was taking over my body and there was no way anyone would think this was fake.
“You know what!?” I finally said, tossing the napkin I just used to whip my mouth with. “I’m going home.”

    “No, come on (Y/n). He didn’t mean it like that.” Namjoon said looking over to Jungkook for him to apologize. He continued to stuff his mouth with food as I scooted my chair and stood up looking at him.  He looked up at me, meeting my eyes and chewed his food waiting for me to leave. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair.

   “We should go too…” Emi said looking at the other girls. They all nodded and Bitsy gave Jimin an apologetic look.

    “No,” I said placing my hand on her shoulder. “ I want to be alone.”
I thanked Jin for having me and for the food before I made my way out the door. I stepped outside, the temperature had gotten cooler and the jacket felt just right around me. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I unlocked it to look at the text.

Keep your window unlocked, and I’ll be there in 15 minutes.

A stupid smirk tugged at my lips, and I bit my thumb to hide it before I ran back home. I opened the front door and quickly kicked my shoes off and pushed them aside. I walked to my room and into the bathroom, where I grabbed the flower-scented lotion, Coco left in there and applied it to the exposed parts of my skin. I cleaned up some of my runny makeup and added lip balm to my tinted lips. I brushed my teeth once again like I had before leaving. Finished up by ruffling my hair in the mirror for some volume and pushed up my breasts in my bra, also for some volume. Once I thought I looked okay, I walked out to realize my room was a fucking mess from all of us getting ready in here. I threw some makeup products into random drawers and the scattered clothes on my bed into the bin in the corner. I made sure the window was unlocked and cracked it open just a bit for some fresh air. I could see Jungkook’s room with its light on but I could not see any sign of him. I took that as a chance to keep fixing things up before he came at my window.
I light one of my scented candles to freshen up the room a bit before I turned to my drawer. I peeked under my shirt and took a look at the bra I had on, wondering if I should change out of it. I dug through the drawer and came across one of my favorite pair of panties. They were a light color of gray with a darker shade laced around it, that would match perfectly with the dark bra I had on already.

     “Are those for me baby?” Startled I snapped my head towards the window, where Jungkook stood outside of and looked in. I placed my underwear back in the drawer and shut it while he pushed the window up wide. I watched as he pushed himself up and climbed through it effortlessly. I sucked in some air as his biceps flexed with strength and felt myself grow eager already to have those arms around me. Jungkook pushed his hair aside and stood tall with a smirk on his face. He walked closer, giving me no time to react to his hold. His hands grabbed my waist and he pulled me close. I could smell his hair from its wash earlier in the night. “Getting ready for me, huh?” He smiled and bit his lip at me. He brushed his nose against my cheek, surely smelling the lotion I applied.

   “Just wanted to make a good impression, is all,” I whispered before pressing my lips against his. I hooked my arm around his neck as he pressed me into his body. His hand moved down to cup my ass from my core.

    “Fuck… you’re so hot when you’re angry.” He groaned pulling away for a moment. His eyes were black and lips blushed red, he looked so fuckable.
I pulled him back down by his collar, tasting his lips on my tongue. I led him backward to the bed, stumbling on his own feet he fell back onto it. I took the moment to peel my top off and unbutton my jeans. Jungkook’s eyes locked on my chest as he dragged me onto his thighs. With my legs on either side of him; he pulled my waist close to his, and ran his hands tenderly over my skin. He gripped my waist tightly, pushing me down beside him flat on my back. I yelped a small breath at the fall and he was quick to began to remove my jeans. They were tight and he had to slowly pull them off. Taking them off my foot he let his hands caress back up my leg; along with his eyes eating up my figure.  
I sat up and met him with my mouth, pulling him to hover over me. He kissed down my lips to the hot spots of my neck. My hands were tightly holding and pulling on the thin material of his shirt. The skin underneath was shaped by muscle but also soft and tempting. I had him remove his shirt, showing to me his body that shivered under my hands.

   “Fuck me Jungkook.” I groaned softly taking him by surprise. I didn’t admit that the fake arguing we did had me wet the whole dinner. Watching how his lips talked back to me when he had been eating me out with that same mouth only hours before. It was frustrating in an insanely hot annoying kind of way.
He was sucking on the skin of my covered breasts, while his hand cupped my heat through my soaked panties. My belly was tensed but he mouth eased me into his hand; soon my hips following their urge for him. My body seemed much more lust driven than usual. I wanted him already and couldn’t find it in me to wait. He reached back up to my lips; his lips were wet by saliva while I ran my tongue over his mouth. My hand fell down to his torso, hooking my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and boxers. I pulled his hips closer to mine, the rough material of his jeans brushed against my laced underwear. He groaned a chuckle,  glancing my way under his dark lashes. 

    “All right then…” Jungkook leaned up and began to unbuckle his belt. He started me straight in the eyes, the look making the blood in my body rush. I squirmed in his gaze and he noticed, his eyes trailed down to my thighs that were shut tightly and trembled on the bed. “Come here, kitten.”

The name made violent goosebumps form all around my body. He hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me off the bed slightly; with the other hand he yanked off my panties. I had my hands on his shoulders with nowhere else to hold him from. He rolled his hard crotch onto my folds teasingly. My bra pressed against his chest, our hips grinding into the mattress. I struggled to keep my eyes shut at the pressure he was rubbing into my naked clit. I was feeling him under his boxers, feeling how my drenched pussy slid on his cock.

    “You want it, right?” Jungkook asked while he nibbled on my neck. I whimpered and gave a weak nod, letting my head hang back, with my eyes shut. He suddenly bit down on my neck hard and dropped me back onto the bed. I looked up at him as I had lost contact with his crotch. “Answer me.”

    “Y-yes.” I gulped a dry lump in my throat, thirsting for more. His voice was controlling and relentless when he spoke. Jungkook seemed pleased with my answer and moved to pushed down the remainder of his clothes. His erection slapped against his lower abdomen; my clit throbbed at the sight of it. He didn’t hesitate to grab his length in his fist, tugged at it as he spoke.

    “Get on all fours.” I let go of him all at once to do as he said. “And take that bra off too.”

Tossing the bra to the floor, I positioned myself as he told me. On my hands and knees facing away from Jungkook and my body on display for him. His hands gently touched the side of my thigh, moving up and following the curves of my ass to the dip of my back. It was a simple touch that drove me insane, it was hungry but still without rush. He added a bit of pressure to my lower back, making me arch it down to raise my bottom to where he wanted it. I could feel my folds spread open, soaked and hot, the more I leaned down. Jungkook groaned to himself as he kept running his hands over my ass.

    “What was it you said at dinner?” He teased. He moved onto his knees and was right behind me now. I could feel him there as he fondled my ass cheeks. “Remind me, will you (Y/n)?”

    “Jungkook please-” I shut my mouth by his hand coming down on one of my cheeks; not hard but enough to cut me off and listen to him.

    “No.” He rubbed my skin under his palm as if to apologize. “That pretty mouth should watch what comes out of it.” His other hand ran down my inner thigh, so closer to my core he could surely feel the heat radiating from it. The taunting action made me throw my ass back, hoping to get him to touch me. All I earned was another smack to the same cheek. “You listening, (Y/n)?”

    “Yes! Yes, I’m sorry.” He couldn’t even keep his serious voice on, he chuckled at my anguished body. His cold hands suddenly touched my burning core, causing me to squeal at the feeling. He had two fingers from the dripping point of my entrance to my swollen clit, adding hard pressure the entire way down.

    “All that fighting must have turned you on, huh?” I bit on my lip after taking in a shaky breath, he slipped two of his fingers inside of me. “You’re practically dripping already.”

Just as quick as they went in, he pulled them out and replaced them with something much better and bigger. He was leaned over my back, holding my hips steady, as I struggled to keep myself up. Jungkook eased in, taking time in stretching me out with each thrust, before picking up a pace. There was always a bit quick pause when he was all the way in, feeling my walls wrapped around him perfectly. He was lighting my insides on fire, with the way his cock pulsed already so hard in me. Small moans were trapped in my mouth and I grabbed onto to anything near me.

Covered in my arousal, Jungkook’s hunger took over and he slammed his hips into me. A yelp left my mouth while his hands gripped my waist tightly. He pulled me back onto his cock with each thrust making it that much harder. My heart began to pound like his hips into me. My eyes shut, imagining how good he must look fucking me from behind  Mouth shut tight and eyes blown into darkness in a lust driven state, and every muscle in his body working and sweating. His fingers were digging into my skin while my nails were on the brink of tearing the pillow. I wanted to turn, to look at his face plastered with pleasure but I could barely support it myself.

     “Oh fuck! Jungkook…” He was hitting spots so deep within me that I couldn’t even see right. I could feel myself drip onto my thigh every time he pulled out. Jungkook grunted and slowed his pace when I moved down from my hands to my forearms. My walls throbbed around him and I leaned my head against my supporting pillow. Jungkook shoved himself inside me roughly, leaning in close to me. His hand cupped my jaw and brought my face upwards,

    “Head up, baby girl.” He held onto my jaw and left sloppy kisses along my cheek. I whined as he continued to deeply thrust, my legs were weak and shaking to give out any moment. Jungkook held my waist once again and leaned his arm against the headboard.

    “There! Fuck, right there.” He was pushing himself from a higher angle, hitting my g spot repeatedly. The bed was making a loud thumping sound against the wall, and his skin was slapping on my mine. His hips pounding into me without rest, his cock was fucking my walls raw. My abdomen was contracting from the please that tingled through my blood rushing veins. My soft moans turned into harsh cries and I gripped his arm around my waist. I just wanted to keep his hands on me as he drove me into pleasure and beyond bliss. My climax was starting to build in the deepest parts of me while he started to slow back down. His breath was at its extreme, slowly guiding his cock in and out of me, trying to maintain himself from coming anytime soon.

    “Fuck…” He both groaned and cursed as he pulled himself completely out of me. I sighed and whined for the loss of connection. I was going to recover enough for me to ask if he was alright but he didn’t give me a chance.
He grabbed my arm and hip to push over onto my back; finally letting my body resting in the comfort of the mattress. I could look at him now, he was hot and bothered as I imagined. His hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat and parts of his skin were flushed pink. Jungkook was regaining his strength, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. Even out of breath I managed to kiss him back, his hand cupped my breast and tugged lightly at my harden nipple. He moved his head down, taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. I ran my hand through his locks of hair, pushing them away from his forehead but still holding him close. I hummed at the sensation of his teeth softly grazing at the sensitive skin. My body squirming under his weight and at the empty feeling in my insides. He ran his hand down my side and looked up at me from underneath his lashes. A look like that could kill.

Jungkook removed himself from my chest, the air hitting my wet skin made my nipple ache from its harden form. He bit his lip down at me as I raised my knee to his waist, hoping to bring his attention back to my needy core. He grabbed the back of my knee in each hand, dragging me down closer to him, my ass his thighs and he began to scoot off the bed. I tried not to giggle as he brought me to the edge of the bed and kneeled down onto the floor. I leaned up on my elbows to get a better view of him, he watched me but his eyes were glued to my folds as soon as he spread my legs.

    “So pink and tight…” He used his thumb to spread my lips wide, scraping past my clit and making me jump. His eyes flickered up to me and a smirk appeared on his lips as he dampened them with his tongue. He leaned in closer, blowing cool air at the heated area and watched me squirm under him. Jungkook chuckled lowly under his breath, thumbing my clit and watching the effect it had on me. There was barely any pressure but the light touch was sending small shocks through my lower half. My hips pushed into the mattress and locked still to keep from moving. It was a small heating sensation when he quickened his pace, I leaned my head back and shut my eyes to take in the sensitivity.

My mouth shot open when he let go of my folds and ran his tongue over them, so close but not closer enough to where I wanted to feel him the most. My thighs shook as he dug his tongue at my clit harshly; he was flicking at it with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his mouth around it. My hips bucked into his pretty face and the slurping sounds he was ringing in my ears. He was holding onto my ankle, that hung off the bed; while my other foot was digging into his shoulder.

    “Ah! Fuck…”  I watched how it tongue stuck out of his pink lips, how he moved his jaw to create an amazing speed. He ran his mouth lower and began to lap at the juices that flowed from my entrance. I shut my mouth and whimpered, he placed his hand on my thigh moved closer.

    “So good…” Jungkook hummed. Bring his hands up to my tight entrance, he pushed one in and continued to suck at my skin. I had to sit up; I had to take in such a perfect view. I pushed his hair out of the way, gripping it tightly at the top of his head. He rubbed his mouth into my heat while that single finger gave me something to clenched around. He groaned at my grasping walls, knowing very well that I could take much more. Without warning, Jungkook pushed in two other fingers, stretching me out far more so suddenly. I pulled at his hair as he ruthlessly pumped them in; giving no time to adjust to the change. My chest was rising excessively while my stomach tensed and twitched every time his fingers disappeared in me. He sucked and pulled at my clit, completely determined to push me over the edge. His longest finger kept brushing against my sweet stop and the next time going in, I rolled my hips and he hit it dead on.
I pushed his face into my pussy when he tried to lift his head up to look at me. I could feel him smirk on me but I felt too good to care. I couldn’t keep my body still from all of the hot blood running through my body. My hips were bucking at the perfect pace to feel him the best, we created this rhythm that was driving me to my climax. The heat was building up in my core, making my breath shorten, and muscles tense.

    “That’s it, baby.” My nails dug into his scalp and I trembled over him. A loud, breathless scream left my mouth as the pleasure convulsed through my body. Falling back onto the mattress, my leg locked over his head while he kept pumping his fingers through my orgasm.

    “Jungkook…” My legs quivered as I moved them away from him, but he was running his tongue over me. I barely had any strength to move away from him. I tried to push his head away as the over-stimulation was starting to hurt. Cries left my mouth and my body was twitching as I yanked at his hair.

He came up with a big smile plastered on his face. He crawled up to kiss me before I had the chance to scold him on his overplay. Is lips tasted like a sweet combination of the both of us, that I couldn't’ help but enjoy his mouth on mine.

    “I could eat you out all night.” All was forgiven since his words had made me blushed; he smiled wide and child-like at my embarrassment. I shied away from his face as he kissed my cheek and stroked my back. He grabbed a hold of me and pushed me up the bed once more. “Lay on your side.”

Jungkook laid right behind me as if we were going to spoon for the night. I turned my head to meet his and he leaned in to lock his lips with mine. His cock was resting behind my thighs and he ran his hand up to lift my leg up. I kept it up, bent at the knee as he took a hold of his cock and ran it between my soaked folds. His hot breath tickled my neck as he groaned, I reached down and ran my hand over his drenched cock, guiding him to my wet cunt.
My head rested over his shoulder, his mouth was brushing against my cheek. The head of his dick pushed through my entrance, slowly feeling the stretched all the way into my stomach. He wrapped his arm around my waist, shoving his chest into my back and ass against his crotch. His grip was strong as he began to push in and out of me; I held onto his arm and leaned my head back. The position was amazing it made my back arch like a cat, and I couldn’t stop, my spot he was hitting it. He was thrusting hard and slow, deep thrusts that scratched at my next orgasm. His cock was painfully hard, I could feel it twitch every time my walls pulsed around it.

    “Fuck baby…” Jungkook choked on his grunt. His hand ran over my skin, making it way up to my breasts that were bouncing to his hips. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

My breathing was heavy and so was his against my ear. I reached up to grab his face wanting to look at him. I sometimes forgot just how handsome he was, with his bottom lip between his teeth, revealing the tiny mole he had there. His perfect brows and eyes were creased in concentration and pure bliss. I cupped his cheek and his eyes opened at my touch. It was a strange moment where we stared into each others eyes, something we hadn’t really done before. There were lust and desire but I was afraid to see anything else but that. I was afraid to feel anything else.

    “Make me come, please.” He leaned in and kissed my lips. His lips felt hot and soft, it was barely a kiss with all the tongue and groaning involved. “Are you close?”

    “Too close.” He laughed breathlessly. He jerked his hips into me faster; a constant scream fell from my mouth and caused me to scratched at his arm. His hot cock created a burning feeling in my center that was spreading through my veins. I felt my head grow lighter with every thrust he gave. I felt the need to stay close to him and hold on or I would fade away. His balls were slapping against his own skin and the sound echoed in my head. His hand left my breast and ran down to my throbbing clit. The second his cold fingers made contact with it I began to cry, with the added pleasure was just overwhelmingly painful. His name was leaving my mouth like broken ballad and my name never sounded so good in anyone’s mouth.

His hips were hitting hard against my ass and words began to choke in my mouth. I was no longer able to produce words but merely sounds of satisfaction. He rubbed my clit back and forth as fast as his wrist would let him, making my legs squirm and shut around his hand. He grunted as it made my pussy tighter on his dick and he begged me to keep my legs like that. His fingers rubbed my skin to the bone as he desperately fucked me. His mouth was struggling to kiss my neck but still managed to leave love bites on it.
I felt myself coming with a pathetic scream of his name. My mind was blank like a white room and I could only hear the irregular rhythmic beating of my heart. Feeling my chest jerk and legs shake to my curled toes while he took me through it. My legs were clamped shut and I felt my entire cunt pulse as he quickly pulled out. He groaned loudly, I could only hear him pumping his wet cock behind me. I had just enough strength to turn and watch his beautiful face contour when he came all over my ass. The sight of his abs tensing up and his dick dripping from in his come and mine made me moan loudly. He pumped himself slowly, milking every last drop he had to offer while his other hand was still between my legs.

   “Holy fuck…” Jungkook sighed, not daring to move an inch until he recollected himself. A smile spread across my lips at how good he looked after coming. I turned away from him so that he wouldn’t see and pulled the nearest pillow for me to cuddle with.


After a moment or two, I saw Jungkook arm reach up to grab a towel that was hanging over the headboard. He asked if he could his use it and I just hummed to grant him permission since I was too comfortable to care. Seconds later I felt the fluffy towel wipe over my butt, taking off any residue of him.

   “Have I told you how great of an ass you have (Y/n)?” I turned over to look at him and found him kneeling over my ass with a smile on his face. I tried not to smile back but it came out as a smug either way.

   “Shut up.” I giggled playfully. He tossed the dirty towel into the corner for me to pick up later and he moved over me to the edge of the bed. I watched grab his boxers and sliding them on.

    “I’m sorry.” My eyes switched to him as he just sat facing away from. He sounded a bit upset and embarrassed from what I could tell.

    “For what?” I asked confused. I turned up to get a better look at him since he turned to look my way.

   “What I said to you at dinner; I didn’t mean any of that.” His apology was sincere. It made my heart ache and made it hard to believe this was the same guy who just fucked me into the mattress.

    “Jungkook I know that.” I smiled and shrugged. It was obvious, though cocky, Jungkook wasn’t the type of guy to disrespect and contempt women. He knew I hadn’t taken any of it to offense but his conscious couldn’t drop it without my reassurance.

    “Mind If I use your bathroom?” He asked after nodding and standing up. He signaled to the door by my bed, while he adjusted his junk in his underwear. I simply nodded and sat up to walk over to my drawer to find new underwear for myself.

    “Oh wait.” I suddenly said, making Jungkook turn back from the door to look at me. “I forgot that bathroom doesn’t work. You can use the one across the hall.”

I said leaning across the dresser, reaching down to slip on my girl boxers. He shook his head and walked out of the room to the other bathroom. I quickly moved to grab his clothes off the floor and loosely fold them into a pile outside of the door. I shut the door to my room quietly and clicked the lock; before putting on a gray tank top and walking over to my bathroom.
I turned on the lights and stepped in front of the mirror; moving my hair to the side to look at the marks bruising my skin. I grabbed a scrunchy and threw my hair into a messy bun to keep it from sticking to my sweaty neck. The past events played through my head over and over again, not knowing what I got from dreaming about them. What I won from questioning myself on what this was leading to. I liked Jungkook; I liked him too much for my own good. For the moment the attraction was all physical and that’s how I wanted it to stay. I just hoped he wanted the same. I heard my door knob jiggle as he tried to get into the room.

I know he could hear me step to the door because he let go of the knob once I stood in front of it. I leaned my shoulder against the white door and laid my head against it.

    “Oh come on, (Y/n).” Jungkook chuckled. I heard a thud against the door, which could have been his hand resting against the other side.“ I mean, I know you like it rough but isn’t this a little mean?”

I smiled at hearing his laugh, knowing he didn’t mind my rejection all that much. I didn’t want to make him feel bad since it wasn’t anything personal; just a matter of safe precaution from my part. He waited for a moment seeing if I would say anything in response. “I’ve never met a girl who doesn’t like to spooning after sex…”

  “I prefer just the forking.” He laughed again, sweetly, but I could hear a bit of disappointment in his voice. There was a small sigh leaving his lips before a much louder thump hit the door, which could only be his back. “Hey…”

   “Yeah?” He mumbled faintly, a bit of hope lingered in his voice.

   “How did you get my phone number?” I asked with full interest for the mystery.

   “I’ll tell you if you let me in.” He promised. I could hear the smile in his words, just imagining his bunny teeth showing through his rosy lips. I chose not to respond when he already knew the answer. There was a bit of guilt that I tried to chew off my lip during the silence between the door. “Have a good night, (Y/n).”

    “Night, Jungkook.”


Please read if you are in BBCSherlock Fandom whether you are into Sherlock ARG theories or not - another perspective.

Okay, I have been at work all day but last night I had a discussion with someone who runs a blog about ARGs and it was very helpful. He may be reading this, I don’t know but if so, thanks - not naming so he doesn’t get spammed with questions. I will be paraphrasing from the conversation we had.

From his perspective, A Sherlock - The Lost Special ARG is happening right now whether it is BBC official or not. A fan-run ARG is still an ARG. We are playing something even if it is just amongst ourselves. 

It could be something well organized or it could be poorly designed but either way, it still “exists” so maybe the shaming/calling out people who believe in playing it can stop.

However, he also said that when games leave too much ambiguity and room for massive faulty leaps in logic and that goes unchecked, that’s not a well designed game, games where it isn’t clear if they are happening can be harmful for folks who struggle with reality in the first place and can also leave people (like random sitemasters, twitter accounts, etc…) open to harassment if they accidentally get caught up in it. So this is something to consider if the current level of ambiguity goes on for more than just the first few weeks. It could be a “real” game, just not a very good one.

People not interested in playing, reading ARG stuff can stop reading now if you want - just wanted those concerned/annoyed with the whole thing to consider this perspective.

So now here is what we have to consider - 
Is there a cohesive fan-run ARG happening? What is really a part of it? What is actually gamejackers or trolls?

-the lost special instagram?

-the lost special troll page?

-The “Contact” Twitters/The “Contact” accounts here on Tumblr?

-The “moles”/anons who send coded messages?

-What else might be? (looking for replies here)

If it is an official BBC Sanctioned game there are obviously a lot more things to consider - that can be a separate post if anyone wants to make it but I think most of us already know what pages/accounts/etc… would be the first places to be looking for clues since we have already been doing that the whole time.

Additionally, Once in the ARG mentality we find ourselves wondering about every unusual thing we come across, any site that seems strange or account that reminds us of Sherlock. These things are certainly worth considering but with caution.

One question he said everyone should ask - as a general tip for those new to playing - is “If this thing is *not* part of the game, what is the risk?” are you putting yourself in physical danger? Giving out personal information? Identity theft risk? Throwing money away or leaving your credit card open to fraudulent charges? And so on.

Another thing to consider is tempering your expectations. Which is to say, would you still be interested in playing if it isn’t an official game that actually culminates in a Lost Special/4th episode? In other words are you cool with the real ARG being the friends we made along the way? I don’t mean to take sides one way or another but it is a good question to ask yourself because it may affect the way you approach things.

I think these are important things to consider so I would appreciate a reblog/tag if you have followers who post in the sherlock arg tag or if you have followers who speak out against it/have concerns.
Also, if reblogging, totally feel free to TL; DR it for your followers, I’m not great at brevity. Thanks

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  • Someone: I used to identify as this thing, but it caused me a lot of distress and was just a means to avoid combating the internalized bigotry I had against my real identity.
  • Me: That's really awful, I'm so sorry you went through all that. It's something unfortunately a lot of people go through in the questioning process. See, this is why it's so important that we all work together to combat bigotry not only from the outside, but amongst ourselves as well--
  • Someone: NO! IT MEANS THE IDENTITY I HAD WAS FAKE! IT'S HARMFUL! NO ONE CAN HAVE IT BECAUSE I HAD IT FOR THE WRONG REASONS, AND SO DOES EVERYONE ELSE! IT IS INHERENTLY BAD, AND IF YOU DISAGREE THEN YOU HATE LGBT PEOPLE!
  • Me:
  • Me: Okay, no

anonymous asked:

Do you think it's fine for Filipinos to admire other cultures that aren't their own? It's confusing to say, but an example would be Ilocanos wanting to learn/draw the other cultures of the Philippines such as the Ibaloi people. I'm having a tough time understanding the distinction of Philippine culture is way more diverse than I expected, and I really want to learn more about them and gather inspiration on drawings without being imposing.

generally I feel like we as a people are the type who starve for cultural unity/distinctiveness, crave representation, and are very open to sharing, especially amongst ourselves– which is why sometimes the distinctions begin to blur. The best way would probably be to ask around if we’re really not sure;;;;

I think a method to know if it’s okay would be to check out which textiles, outfits and patterns individual ethnic groups are selling to the public as products- those should be generally fine. bits and silhouettes are probably a-okay but very specific outfits might have to be inquired from :o

The best way to support these groups IMO would be to purchase textiles and things directly from them, and give credit where it’s due~ if we can also shed a positive light on the aspects of their culture they are willing to share then that would also be really rad *U*

Puberty Hits!

Summary: When Y/N is out of town on a hunt Sam finds himself in a terrible situation. His daughter MJ has started her period, and he’s stuck having to give her the talk himself.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, Charlie Bradbury (mentioned), MJ (OFC)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, talking about periods, awkward moments, the talk, awkward daddy Sam, self doubt, fluff

Word Count: 2,227

Request: AHHHH! Okay! I think it would be HILARIOUS to see (or read. Duh.) Dad!Sam (and maybe a smart add comment from good ‘ok Uncle Dean) having to explain to his daughter what a period is! *laughing* imagine how blushy he’d get while doing that. OH MAN. Okay? OKAY! 😁 - @coralturtlenut

A/N: Thanks to @impala-dreamer for beta reading this for me! This was a fun request for me to write. I enjoy reading Daddy!Sam and I really enjoyed writing him as well. I hope y’all enjoy this, feedback is always welcomed!

Originally posted by themegalosaurus

“So would it be cheesy to ask you what you’re wearing?” I grin, staring the ceiling in my room that Y/N and I share. She giggles into to phone and I know right away that she’s blushing.

“No it wouldn’t, but honestly I’m beast, Sam.” She yawns into the receiver and I hear Charlie yelling at her to turn the light off. “Plus, you know the whole sharing a room with Charlie thing is not to our advantage.”


I sigh, putting my arms above my head, “Fine, but trust me tomorrow when you get back you’re all mine.” She laughs again, it’s soft and timid, making my heart swell knowing I have this kind of effect on her. “Get some rest, I’m glad you two got through that hunt safe.”  The two of them decided it would be a good idea to get out of the bunker for a weekend. Unlike your typical girl trips, they went on salt and burn case a few states over. I’m just glad they’re both coming home at last.

“Goodnight Sam. I love you, tell MJ I said goodnight as well.”

“Will do sweetie, good night Y/N, I love you.”

We said our goodbyes before hanging up our phones. Glancing at my alarm clock, I was debating on whether to go tell MJ her mom said goodnight. MJ is our beautiful eleven year old daughter. She was extremely smart and beautiful, she was the light of our lives. Sitting up, I ran a hand through my hair before completely getting out of bed.

Heading out of my room, I headed towards the library finding Dean sitting in front of a laptop. He glanced up at me, holding a beer bottle towards me, “How’s Y/N/N and Charlie?” He took a sip of his own beer, shutting the laptop. “Were they able to handle that salt and burn case by themselves?”

“Yeah,” I took a sip of my beer, holding the bottle between my hands, smiling at him. “They’re not newbies anymore Dean. They can pretty much handle themselves at this point.”

“Well I’m going to worry about them all the time if I’m not around with them.”

“You know man, you had every opportunity to go with them.” I cupped some of my hair behind my ear, watching my older brother. “It might come as a shocker to you but I can take care of MJ myself. Y/N and I raised her ourselves, I’m pretty sure I can handle my pre-teen daughter.” As Dean and I sat in the kitchen talking amongst ourselves, a blood curdling scream echoed through the bunker. The two of us bolted up running towards MJ’s room, guns in hand. “MJ SWEETIE!?” I screamed, opening her door, aiming inside of her room expecting there to be some kind of monster. Instead I found my beautiful daughter sitting up in bed staring at her hands.

Her Y/E/C eyes were wide as she flickered between both hands before looking up at us. “You need to take me to the hospital!” She shouted, tears welling in her eyes as she lifted the sheets off her body, looking under them. “Oh God Daddy, you need to call an ambulance!” She pushed the sheets off her body, looking down at herself.

My beautiful and sweet little girl was sitting on blood stained sheets. Looking at her white and black striped pajama pants I came to the sick realization about what was going on. My baby started her period in the middle of the night, she was no longer my baby, oh God she was a woman now. Dropping my gun, I put it back in the back of my jeans walking towards MJ. She was crying hard, looking up at me for some kind of reason as to why she was bleeding everywhere. And there was no way in hell I was prepared for this. Give me a werewolf or a vampire, but telling my daughter about her period was a whole new world for me.

“Daddy,” she cried, shaking as I gently grabbed her arm helping her out of bed, “why am I bleeding, why are you so calm right now!? Call mama I need to go to the hospital daddy!”

“MJ, you don’t need to go to the hospital.” I used a calm and soothing voice as I lead her to the restroom. “You uh,” I cleared my throat, looking back towards Dean who was currently smirking. “You just started your period is all.”

“Period?” she nearly screeched, her voice breaking as I turned on the shower for her. “What the hell is a period!?”

I’m not going to lie, I have no idea where to begin with this whole situation. I always thought Y/N would be around here to tell her about all this. I was no expert on this whole scenario, oh Jesus, I was going to have to give my daughter “The Talk”.

Shaking my head I turned back to her, giving her a reassuring smile as I tested the temperature of the water for her.  “Let’s start off with getting you all cleaned up, then I’ll tell you all about it okay?” She seemed hesitant, as if she didn’t believe me one hundred percent about what was going on. “I can assure you baby girl, you’re going to be just fine. You’ll feel a lot better after a shower okay?” She puckered her lips just like her mother would as she nodded her head. “I’m going to grab you some clean clothes okay?”

I ran to mine and Y/N’s room, reaching under the sink finding one of her pads. This was going to have to do until Y/N or myself could get her to the store and find some feminine products that suited her best. Until her mother got home, she was going to have to put up with my lack of knowledge on discussing this topic, especially when it came to my very own daughter. I was going to do my best however, and try not to make this experience totally scarring. I placed her clothes on the counter before heading back to her room. I quickly stripped her sheets off and ran them to the laundry room, before heading back and putting new sheets on. As I finished straightening out the sheets, MJ poked her head in the room. She held up the pad, her pale cheeks flushed as she looked away.

“Uh what am I supposed to do with this?”

“Well,” I cleared my throat, “you open it up, and peel it off.” I headed towards her, opening the pad in demonstration. “This smaller end here,” I pointed towards the area, my daughter’s eyes focused on the pad, “this end goes on the front end of your panties, while the bigger end, uhm goes towards the back.” God I was terrible at this, the one time Y/N leaves me alone with our daughter, is the one time she needed her mother here more than ever. “Then you fold these tabs under to secure the pad on your…uhm underwear.”  

She nodded as I handed it back to her, seeming to understand the concept of the pad. That part went pretty well, now all I needed to get through was telling her what the hell is happening. And this was going to be a hell of a lot harder than explaining pads to her. So I did what any father would do, I panicked. I was pacing the room, taking deep and slow breaths waiting for her to come back. This was going to be awkward as hell for the both of us.

“Daddy?” she asked, stepping back into the room, “N-now that I’m all clean, can you please tell me what is going on?”

“Yeah,” I lead her to the bed, sitting her down on the side while I sat in a chair in front of her. “I’m just going to start off saying…this is uhm a little different for me.” I ran a hand through my hair, pushing it back as she watched me. “This would typically be your mom’s department, but she’s not here and you’re stuck with me. We’re in this together okay?”

“Okay.”

As much as it hurt me I had to give her the talk, but I was going to be cool and collected about this. “Well you see, when a man and a woman love each other very much, they get married and decide to make a baby.” I heard a snort come from behind me, and I turned around glaring at Dean who was propped up against the wall. Seeing my face, he quickly held his hands up, before walking out of the room. “Where were we?” I sighed, looking back at her staring at me.

“We were talking about babies.”

“Right,” I swallowed hard as her innocent eyes watched me, “a man and a woman make a baby by having sex together. Now you see a man has uh…a uhm penis.” I nearly choked on the word as I looked away from her. “And a woman had a uh-uhm…” Come on Sam spit it out already!

“A vagina.” She finished for me, giving me a soft and reassuring smile, as if she knew I was struggling with it. “That’s what mama told me.”

Thank Chuck Y/N went over some of this information with her, “Exactly, a man has a penis and a woman has a vagina. So a man produces this seed which is called sperm. While a woman produces an egg every month.” She nodded her head, soft waves of brown hair flailing around her. “S-So when a couple has sex, the uh man puts his penis inside of the woman’s vagina, and he keeps going until his seed comes out.” She puckered her pink lips, tilting her head slightly as I continued to speak. “The sperm, them swims up into the woman in search of her egg which is located inside of her. Now if the sperm reaches the egg it can become a baby, so it’s important to always use a condom. They help protect against sexually transmitted diseases and pregnancy.” I felt like an idiot, and I felt even worse for my poor little MJ. “Now if the egg isn’t fertilized your body gets rid of that unfertilized egg. It does that by shedding the inner walls of your uterus. It lasts for five to seven days every month.”

“Every month?” Her eyes began to well with tears and I immediately started to regret everything I had said. “T-that’s not fair!”  

“Now sweetie, it’s perfectly nor-”

Before I could say anything else she was crying hard into her hands. My heart breaking as I watched tears stream down her cheeks. How did I know it was going to end up like this? I knew I was going to screw this whole thing up. I made this simple and educational situation into a living and scarring nightmare for my child.

As I gently patted her knee I heard footsteps from behind me. Glancing up I saw Dean slowly kneeling in front of MJ, his eyes soft and kind as he rubbed her arm. “Hey sweetheart,” MJ sniffled, her tears still coming down her cheeks as she watched him. “You know being a grown up isn’t so bad.” He pulled a Hershey candybar out of his back pocket, holding it out towards her. “You can eat all the chocolate you want during what I like to call Shark Week.” She hesitantly looked at the candybar before Dean held it closer towards her. “That makes it a little more bearable doesn’t it?”

I watched in awe as she took the candybar, nodding her head slightly. The tears had suddenly stopped as she opened the the chocolate, munching down on it. I looked between her and Dean, my jaw dropping as he smiled widely at her. He was the pre-teen whisperer, he needs to show me how to do that.

“How about you, me, and your dad curl up in bed and watch a chick flick?” MJ nodded, wiping her eyes as both Dean and I stood up. “Alright you pick the movie, we’ll get the heating blanket and snacks.” He patted my back as he lead us out of the room.

“How the hell did you do that?” I asked as we walked into the kitchen. He grabbed chips, candy, a few beers, and a soda for MJ. “You were awesome in there man.”

He turned around, smirking as I shook my head back and forth. “She’s a mini you, a much more girly version of you.” He headed back out of the kitchen, smiling at me as he turned down the hall. “Besides Sammy, she just needed a little something to make her feel a bit better. I just gave her a candy bar, you’re the one who deserves Daddy of The Year.”


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You need to understand that bi erasure is real and does occur. Not only does it lead to internalization of biphobia - bi people questioning whether they “belong” in the community and whether their identity is real or not - but it also obscures proper ways to address violence against bi people that require specific handling (such as addressing the high rates of IPV that bi women face in m/f relationships, or the high rates of mental illness and suicidality that bi people report). 

However, to articulate all of this, and to make the point that bisexuality is not just defined by its relation to being gay (that it is its own unique orientation), you need to stop blaming lesbian/gay people for our erasure and you need to stop blaming them for our invisibility. I’ve said this a million times, but the problem is derived from heteropatriarchy and heteronormativity. It’s straight people that pushed gay/lesbian people into hypervisibility in the first place; it’s straight people who routinely erase bisexuality; it’s straight people who have constructed the straight/gay binary; and it’s straight people who are enacting material violence against us. LGBT people who inflict horizontal aggression against each other have learned it from straight people. We see and learn and then reflect what we’ve learned onto each other and blame it on ourselves rather than on the structure that’s caused the problem. 

Certainly there are some lesbian/gay people who continue to engage in bi erasure, who flatly refuse to acknowledge or share a community with bisexuals, who reject potential romantic/sexual partners that are bisexual, who have told bisexuals that they aren’t “gay” enough for the community, who make bisexuals feel unwelcome, who blame bisexuals for societal homophobia, who lump bisexuals in with straight people, who call us annoying and obnoxious for wanting to be heard and validated. I have acknowledged all of this. But addressing those instances of horizontal aggression by claiming that this gives lesbian/gay people “material” privilege over bi/pan people, or acting like they’re oppressing us, or using a framework that posits lesbian/gay people as equivalent to straight people in terms of the marginalization that bi people face, is egregiously homophobic. 

Not to mention that it does nothing to solve bi erasure or combat bi people’s issues. 

That bi people had to, at many points in history, refer to themselves as “gay” is not the fault of ~the cis LG’s~ as some of you deign to call them. It’s not just bi people who had to do that. Lesbians and even trans women were all lumped under the “gay” mantle during the earliest stages of LGBT activism. Straight people weren’t going around distinguishing between every specific subset of the community, hence why they’d call any LGBT person “gay” (and use gay as a pejorative term). They still do this! Heteropatriarchy still recognizes and lumps all LGBT people together under one term/one umbrella! Thus LGBT people themselves took up the mantle of “gay” (which they then extended to “gay/lesbian”). Obviously this has partially contributed to bi and trans erasure, but modern LGBT organizations have taken steps to fix this and most of them have either changed their names to encompass the entire community or they’ve changed their agendas to encompass the entire community. Either way, these organizations and community spaces have recognized that the way we conceptualize our identities has changed. In the West, people are beginning to realize that there are specific identities that require specific attention & action - but it’s only the beginning. And like I said, regardless of how we specifically identify, if we are visibly not-straight or not-cis, we’re going to marked and targeted under one label whether we like it or not. Such is the problem with heteronormativity. 

But let’s not blame lesbian/gay people for this. When we ask not to be lumped in with our oppressors, doing the same thing to lesbian/gay people - lumping them in with straight people - is just as disgusting. It is hypocritical. We ask to be listened to. We need to listen as well. You’re only going to go in circles if you act so self-righteously and indignantly. 

Finally, let’s remember that this argument is very Western-specific. I do believe that the lumping of all LGBT people under one term happens in non-Western countries as well, but different cultures have different languages & thus different terms altogether that apply to not-cis and not-straight people. What I have learned from them is that sitting around debating amongst ourselves and attempting to push each other out of our spaces does nothing to address the roots of our problems or eradicate the violence we’re exposed to. Learn how to use nuance in this conversations. Learn not to pit marginalized groups from the same community against each other and instead remember that genuine solidarity comes about from accountability, dialogue, and conversation. 

Lost Series - Part Four

Part One  Part Two  Part Three

Pairing : Jerome x Fem. Reader

Originally posted by maticn03


After showering and changing into some of Tabitha’s clothing, I stepped outside for a smoke. I have been dying for a cigarette. The sun had just started to set and I let out a sigh.

“Miss. L/N. I hope you found everything you need.” Theo spoke, stepping out of the shadows.

I smiled at him, “yes, thank you. Not just for the petty things, but for breaking us out of Arkham.”

He smiled, “It was no problem.”

“Can I ask you something, Theo?” I asked, exhaling the smoke. He nodded his head.

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zeldawrecks  asked:

Love your writing!! Can you do one where jughead doesn't want betty to know that he likes her, so he's kinda mean to her but he doesn't know that she likes him back? Thank you!!

I can do that! I feel bad making Jughead mean lol but I can see him definitely being defensive over his feelings! Here we go ~


Two Broken People


Betty Cooper couldn’t help herself - she just kept staring at him. 

She slowly brought her soda to her lips, sucking it through the straw. She didn’t break her stare. That damn piece of hair sticking out of his hat was driving her crazy.

It reminded her so much of Elvis’ curl, always in his face.

He was writing furiously in his notebook, his earbuds blaring music loudly.

Betty was sitting out on the quad by herself at a picnic table, staring at Jughead and eating her lunch. She pulled a carrot out of the bag in front and started chewing.

Jughead was sitting at the table across from hers, writing and listening to music, but not eating. Very uncharacteristic for him.

The wind picked up, blowing Jughead’s curl out in front of him. 

His eyes locked with hers, catching her staring. 

“What?” He said suddenly, glaring at her.

Shit, Betty thought, looking down.

She brought another carrot to her mouth, looking up. Jughead was gathering his things to leave.


Jughead rushed into the science classroom late. There was only one seat left - next to Betty Cooper.

He shook his head and walked over to the seat.

“Thanks for making time for us, Mr. Jones.” The teacher called.

Jughead didn’t say anything.

“As I was saying,” The teacher continued. “You’re going to be partnering up with the person sitting next to you for this lab. You may get started.”

Jughead groaned and looked at Betty. Why her?

He looked into her eyes - the perfect color of blue, he thought - then looked quickly to the beakers set in front of them.

“Maybe we could just work amongst ourselves for this one?” Jughead murmured.

Betty looked hurt. “She told us we’re in partners, Jughead, so I’m sorry if you don’t like it, but it’s what we have to do.”

Jughead sighed, then did as Betty instructed him. How was he supposed to concentrate when she smelled so damn good?

She brushed a stray hair out of her face, then added two beakers contents together.

Jughead wrote something down quickly. When he looked up, Betty was staring into his eyes.

God, she was perfect. 

“What?” He snapped.

“It’s your turn,” She snapped back. Jesus, what was up with him?


The bell rang and Jughead gathered his things quickly, his head down as he walked out of the room.

Betty rushed to gather her books and went out the door after him.

Science was their last class of the day, but Jughead didn’t stop at his locker. Betty followed him out the door.

“Wait up, Jughead!” Betty called after him.

She dodged students walking the other way, needing to catch up with him. “Hey!” She called again.

Jughead turned once he was out the doors. “What do you want?!” He demanded.

Betty’s eyebrows furrowed and she took a deep breath. “Why are you being so rude?”

“What?” 

Most of the students were on the other side of campus. The wind picked up, blowing Jughead’s stray curl again.

“Why do you keep looking at me like I’m the most annoying person on earth? Today at lunch, yesterday morning, last week. You keep giving me death stares and I want to know why, Jug. We used to be friends.” 

“Yeah, I used to be friends with lots of people, Betty. Look around - everyone’s gone.” Jughead mumbled. “I didn’t mean to be rude, but it’s better if you just leave me alone.” He said.

“You don’t have to be alone, Jughead. We didn’t abandon you.” Betty took a step closer to him.

“I’m used to it, Bets. It’s fine. I gotta go,” Jughead sighed.

“Wait.”  Betty took a step closer to him, her hand out. She brushed Jughead’s pieces of hair back off his face. 

Jughead’s eyes were closed.

“Jughead I’m sorry that you feel like you’re alone.” Betty murmured. “You’re not alone, I promise you.”

Jughead shook his head, not wanting to look into Betty’s eyes. “I can’t do this, Bets, I can’t… I can’t -”

“What, Jughead?” Betty said, taking another step closer. “Talk to me, please.”

Jughead opened his eyes and looked at Betty. God, that smell. It was flooding his nose, intoxicating him. 

He took a step forward and before he could overthink it, enveloped her lips with his.

Betty sighed and sank into the kiss, her hand playing with his hair underneath his beanie.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long” Betty murmured as they broke apart.

“Really?” Jughead said in surprise.

Betty nodded. “Stop pushing people away, Jugs. Amazing things happen when you let people in.”

“Sometimes people break you if you let them in.”

“Sometimes two broken people can make each other whole.” Betty shrugged.

ARE WE IN SOUTH AFRICA YET???

Happy Hump Day! Been traveling for work for a few days, and just logged in to catch up, and it feels a little like I fell into a mud hole! Maybe it’s me, but why do I get the feeling that there is some type of SamCait hangover going on??

I just saw the newly released pics from OL with the Claire and Frank thing, and while not my favorite way to promote the show…I get it. Let’s face it….Jamie and Claire are separated for 20 years in those blasted books, and they are going to play that. But, we know how that ends. And, they are not going to tease “the reunion:….at least not yet. We just have to trust in their methods, and I am just going to wait on the final result. And, I trust MBR, who is so heavily involved this year in pivotal moments that I am truly excited for S3!!

As for our dreamy duo….can you imagine their life right now?? They have been working their tails off the past few weeks, and are getting ready to move to another continent! It took me 2 days to pack for a 3 day work trip to Charleston, and I am still missing some of my toiletries, and pissed that I didn’t pack some different shoes (even though the ones I brought are very cute, but I digress)! I cannot imagine what they are doing, so I am giving them a break on this one.

January has been a sublime month for us, and they have really given us much to bask over. And, I believe more is coming. Yes… we are waiting with anticipation on that jersey pic, and Valentine’s Day is right around the corner. The problem here is we always want more (I know I do), because we love it from them. But I think we have to remember they are still slowly raising this curtain, and it might not be something every day. I am A-OK with this, because it is all good!

And, I see the anti’s and nervous Nellie’s are at it again. Don’t you find it funny that since Swiss Miss is out of the picture (and let’s face it, that one is dead and buried, and did you see the latest IG post…"fascinate me”…wtf? Maybe that is why the anti’s are so pissed…yes, it is a piano, and yes those are keys, and is that my head? Geez!), they are back to others who Sam is now with. I find that absolutely hysterical because they are blowing up their own asses, and Sam is not playing with them.

So, I am sailing away with all of the goodies of the lady few weeks, the fact they went to the rugby game, and the Idea that they are packing up their belongings to discover a whole new world….together!! And if we just sit back and play amongst ourselves, I am sure they will continue to play with us! It is all good! We just need to keep believing in Sam and Cait…and I REALLY do these days!

Happy Wednesday sweet shipsters!! Now I must go figure out how to make two conditioners into shampoo. I see a bad hair day coming on!!😲😙❤

Hi guys!

Some of us here at @somuchkdrama loved the drama exchanges that @jungeums used to run over at @dramaexchange so much that we’ve decided to run our own little mini version of it. 

If you’re not familiar with the concept, basically you get matched up to another Tumblr user, and have to pick a drama for them to watch. You then need to blog about the drama you were recommended by your match. 

We’ll share the commentary on our blog, and it’s a great way to discover new shows, see what other people think about some popular dramas, and generally just meet some cool, like-minded people along the way.

For nitty gritty details, you can check out this page, where you can also find a sign up link - don’t worry, we’ll only ever use your email address to send you details about your match and recommendations.

The round will run through the month of June*, so registration closes on the 28th, GMT. 

*Not March. Oops. Thanks @triangularlily!

Today I was mistaken for a doctor and… it felt kind of nice?