and 13 asks on here

Top 13 Most Fuckable Women in Dragon Age (according to me, a lesbian)

Honorable Mention: Shale

Shale is 8 feet tall and butch, which is super hot, but also made of rock, which would make her really difficult to fuck. Shale, however, not only finds sex disgusting, she also no longer identifies as a woman and therefore does not make the main list. But if I possibly could fuck Shale, I absolutely would.

13. Wynne

Wynne ranks last mostly because she’s like a billion years old, and furthermore, she knows more than me, and that intimidates me sexually. If I fucked Wynne she’d be giving me instructions the whole time, and not in the sexy way either. Afterwards she would pat me kindly on the cheek and tell me I did a good job but I’d be able to tell that she was just being indulgent. I would fuck Wynne but I would feel a little weird about it.

12. Morrigan

Morrigan is super hot and kind of evil, which is also hot. However, there is the distinct possibility that she would turn into a giant spider mid-coitus. And beyond that, Morrigan is an obvious virgin and closeted lesbian who doesn’t know she’s a lesbian yet. You’d have to show her how to do everything. Also she’d take your stuff, and possibly your sperm. Still hot, though. I would fuck Morrigan, and I’m not sure if I’d be relieved or disappointed if she didn’t do the spider thing.

11. Cassandra

Cassandra could break me in half, which is a quality I find attractive in a woman, but she’s also, like, a Templar? And kind of a cultural imperialist?  She also doesn’t know that she’s a lesbian yet, so she has some of the same issues as Morrigan. Less likely to steal your sperm. I would fuck Cassandra but I wouldn’t discuss politics with her.

10. Tallis

Fucking Tallis would be the complete logical equivalent of fucking Felicia Day in cosplay, which I am told is the nearest and dearest fantasy of millions of awkward male nerds. I would fuck Tallis because she seems cute and fun, but especially to spite a million awkward male nerds.

9. Velanna

Velanna is probably a virgin but I have no doubt in my mind that she’s a top, and if we fucked she’d hold me suspended in the air with those vines while she called me a dirty shem, and I’d leave the experience aching but hungry for more. I would fuck Velanna and discover dozens of horrifying things about myself in the process.

8. Aveline

Unlike Velanna, Aveline is a married woman and she knows a thing or two about a thing or two. And I bet she has a spectacular full-body blush. Aveline has sweet muscles, big titties, and a caring heart, and would definitely make you breakfast the next morning. I would love to fuck Aveline, if I could manage to convince her I was interested.

7. Merrill

Merrill doesn’t seem to know much about fucking women, but I bet she’d learn fast, and then bring all sorts of fun things into the bedroom. Also she would move into my house and braid flowers into my hair, which is exactly what I want. I would fuck Merrill and then tenderly hold her close and tell her all about how she’s right about everything and that I will support her always and if anyone is ever mean to her that I’ll eat them alive.

6. Sigrun

I don’t actually find Sigrun especially attractive but she ranks this high because I just love her so much. Just so much you guys. Sigrun deserves to be fucked good and then told how valued and precious and worthy and loved she is. Sigrun deserves every single good thing in the world. I wouldn’t fuck Sigrun, but I would make tender attentive love to her, and then devote myself completely to the preservation of her well-being.

5. Vivienne

I would love to fuck Vivienne but this is actually impossible. Madame Vivienne de Fer does not do anything as crass as fucking. Vivienne would scoff at my pathetic attempts at what I call sex. Vivienne knows sexual secrets that I dare not even begin to comprehend. If she lowered herself to do so, Vivienne would fuck me, and only if I was really, really lucky.

4. Sera

Sera would make sex the absolute most fun. There is a non-zero risk of bees, but it is a risk I am willing to take. If Sera wanted to involve bees in our sex life, I doubt I would be able to tell her no. I would joyfully fuck Sera, then high-five her, then we draw cartoons on the wall while naked, then fuck her again.

3. Isabela

Isabela is hands-down the hottest woman in Thedas and fucking her would be an absolute privilege. I would fuck Isabela and then reminisce about it on my deathbed, because I’m certain it would just be that good. Also, I bet she has nice calloused sailor’s hands. Mm.

2. Leliana

Leliana has been around the block, and I rank her higher than Isabela just because I bet Leliana would be a really sweet and attentive lover. She would make eye contact and hum little songs and compliment your hair and it would be an all-around fantastic experience. She also might write a song about you and then travel around singing it in taverns, which is the primary thing I look for in a woman.

1. Josephine Montilyet

Josephine Montilyet is the alpha and the omega of fuckable Dragon Age women. She is beautiful, intelligent, charming and attractive, and also rich, and not even a little bit crazy. You genuinely can’t do any better than Josephine Montilyet. I would fight a duel for Josephine Montilyet, declare my undying love for her, propose on one knee to her, marry her in an elaborate spare-no-expense ceremony, kiss her tenderly at the altar, move into her seaside villa, and there, in the warm moonlight, in her huge bed, fuck her.

Then we raise a big lesbian family together and I brush her hair and rub her shoulders every night.

magnetichollowed  asked:

I've been thinking of starting an ask blog for Nezu, it looks like there was one from a year ago that hasn't posted recently but I still feel slightly guilty starting one up to be honest!

we really need a principal to continue a watchful and unnerving eye over the students and faculty here at UA!

i’d also love someone to discuss the latest documentary with!

{you shouldn’t feel guilty about being nedzu, my last ask blog we had at least 18 variants of a single character and it was all in good fun/ really interesting to see the different interpretations!

heck we’re about to have two fatgums soon too so you wouldn’t be alone. the more the merrier!}

anonymous asked:

When I was 15 I dated a 18-going-on-19 years old guy and nobody thought it was weird even tho I was in high school and he was in College. OTAYURI IS NOT WRONG! AND I WILL DEFFEND THEIR HONOR TILL I DIE! Plus two years is like nothing dude!

My dad was 19 when he started dating my mom, who was 14.

Their relationship was (and still is) 100% healthy.

One of my cousins (16) is dating a 27 year old. (Now that is a big age gap)

Also: daily reminder that I am not American.

That America is not the center of the world.

And that entitled Americans who think their laws and culture are superior don’t deserve anyone’s pity.

anonymous asked:

Let us see some buzzcut humanstuck vris?!?! (Btw take your time :))

two birds one stone

she got equius to make her a prosthetic in his like. robot studio thingy? and at the same time she got him to cut her hair

Prompt List 1-50

1.“How long have you been standing there?”

2. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

3. “Quit it or I’ll bite you.”

4. “That’s starting to get annoying.”

5. “You’re Satan.”

6. “You can’t kick me out! This is my bed!” No longer taking request

7. I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

8. “You can’t sit there all day.”

9. “I’m too sober for this.”

10. “Forget it. You suck.”

11. “What’s the matter, sweetie?”

12. “You tried to kill me!”

13. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion?”

14. “I’m not here to make friends.”

15. “Take. It. Off.’

16. “I need a place to stay.”

17. “Congrats, you’ve now graduated to a Grade A dick.”

18. “Hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” No longer taking request

19. “Well now, that’s too tragic isn’t?”

20. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

21. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

22. “I can’t explain it right now, but I need you to trust me on this.”

23. “I can’t breathe in this dress, can we please hurry up.”

24. “Oh my God, you’re in love with him/her!”

25. “I’ve never felt this way before… and to be honest, it scares the living shit out of me.”

26. “Are you really taking his/her side against mine?”

27. “For some odd reason, I’m attracted to you.”

28. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

29. “You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.”

30. “I’m not losing you again.”

31. Why do you keep pushing me away?”

32. “Wait a second, are you jealous?”

33. “I hate you because you make me feel like I’m not good enough. I am good enough!”

34. “Come and make me.” No longer taking request

35. “Well, you’re coming home with me… whether you like it or not.”

36. “This is by far the most stupid plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’ll help!”

37. “Am I supposed to be scared of you?”

38. “Oh, fuck off.”

39. “I’d rather die, than do that/kiss you.”

40. “I’m done! You can fix it!”

41. “You better watch yourself.”

42. “I wasn’t good kid. Don’t you dare use me as an example.”

43. “Are you scared, yet?”

44. “You’re still mad.”

45. “You look pretty hot in my shirt.” No Longer taking request

46. “Stop talking.”

47. “I may be smaller than you but that still doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass.”

48. “Oh, and by the way, you got a cute butt.”  No longer taking request

49. “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

50. “I let you win,”

Masterlist || Mercy Masterlist || 51-100

anonymous asked:

32 malec

32. “You could have died.”

(So, I cheated a bit here. @ayfe asked for 13. “I thought you were dead.” so I just combined both of them. Although, I might still do the other prompt that @ayfe requested, which was 50. “People are staring.” Maaaaaybe. We shall see.)

Magnus knew fear. Having lived for centuries, it was an all too familiar feeling at this point. Shallow breaths, a pounding heart, hair standing up on the back of his neck. He and fear remained unfriendly acquaintances as fear always crept upon Magnus in the most inconvenient moments. Despite his cool, unwavering appearance, when fear took him within its clutches, it felt impossible to shake until the imminent danger diminished. Anyone strong enough to ever become the leader of a people, no matter the size, had to know they’d be tangoing with their worst anxieties more than necessary. 

Magnus thought he had encountered all of the types of fear one could. Thought that perhaps with time, a numbness might settle in and he’d be impervious to the jolt of terror.

That was until a bitterly cold December night. Demonic activity had been steadily on the rise for reasons not entirely evident, which meant his nights were primarily spent with clients or projects for clients instead of with Alexander. Without the distraction of his boyfriend’s presence, Magnus took on more clients in order to fill the void. His booked schedule became jam-packed for lack of anything better to do. Not that he minded being perpetually busy, but the blatant emptiness he felt at spending less and less time with Alec left him feeling uneasy. Alec, naturally, felt similarly. But there was little either of them could do to control the Shadowhunters needing their leader in time of heightened activity. Magnus found himself on all corners of the globe, doing brilliant and magnificent things, yet always returning to an empty loft, no matter the hour.

The shrill tone of his ringtone broke Magnus from his concentration on an elixir he was desperately low on. He grabbed the phone, hitting the answer button without paying the slightest bit of attention to who was calling.


“Magnus, we need your help.” The tone was rushed, afraid, shaking, and female. Isabelle.

“Isabelle, what’s wrong?”

“It’s Alec. It’s bad, Magnus. He’s bleeding like crazy and just please, get here now.” She rambled off the location before hanging up. 

Fear seized him entirely as he wasted no time opening a portal. It may have been his imagination, but he swore he had heard Alec protesting while Isabelle was talking to him, telling her it wasn’t as bad as they made it out to be. But he knew how stubborn Alec was and it gave him no peace of mind as he stepped through the portal. 

Dizziness almost took over when he saw the scene in front of him: Alec covered in far too much of what Magnus assumed to be his own blood from a gaping abdominal wound. The pallor of his skin made his runes stand out even more, a testament to how much of his natural coloring had vacated. 

Magnus dropped down beside where Jace was holding onto Alec’s hand with one hand and drawing iratzes to no avail with the other. Isabelle was trying her best to staunch the wound.

Alec gave Magnus a pained smile, his eyes unusually bright from tears that had gathered up, “Told them to not call you. Just a scratch…”

Magnus huffed an impatient and panicked laugh, “Let me be the judge of that, darling.” He started pouring all of his magic into Alec, trying to extract the poison he knew to be running through Alec’s veins. An iratze was entirely ineffective when any of the ichor penetrated open wounds. Alec was essentially drenched in it.

“I love you, Magnus.” Alec whispered. It sounded too much like goodbye. Too much like he wanted to say it for one last night.

“No, Alexander. You don’t get to say that like that, right now.”

“I…” He trailed off, words difficult to come by most likely due to his blood loss. “You just need to know.”

“And I do, Alexander. I do.”

Alec’s eyes started drooping more, becoming more dull than Magnus felt comfortable with. “Keep your eyes open, Alec.”

Izzy offered her strength to Magnus even without him asking, even without his magic showing any sign of wavering. Draining Jace was a last resort, because making his parabatai weak seemed like a sure way to lose Alec entirely.

“I can’t, Ma-“ He choked on a wet cough, Alec’s body trying to curl in on itself. 

“Yes, yes, you can.” Magnus urged, desperate as all hell. 

Alec’s eyelids fell entirely and Magnus’s heart nearly stopped. “No, Alexander! No, you’re not dying on me! Not now!” Not ever, he added mentally. For a paralyzing moment, it seemed this was all for naught. He honestly and truly thought Alexander was dead and this was the end. 

Alec coughed roughly and his eyes opened, only slightly, but just enough to give Magnus a renewed sense of hope. Magnus held eye contact with him as he continued to pour all that he could into healing the wound.

Magnus managed to get the wound closed and it was then that he became aware that Jace and Isabelle had most likely been talking the whole time. “We have to get him back to the Institute. Is it safe to move him now, Magnus?” Jace asked, his features exhausted and pinched with worry.

The warlock nodded, magic still flowing into Alec. With his weakened energy, Magnus opened a portal before helping Jace pick up Alec gingerly before heading into the portal behind Isabelle.

Alec lost consciousness as they went through the portal. It had been hours since and Magnus still felt himself trembling. Between pouring most of his magical energy into healing Alexander and the all-encompassing fear of thinking he had lost him, he couldn’t stop the shakiness spreading through him. Despite the wound being healed and his coloring slowly coming back to normal now, he couldn’t shake the fear that Alec was going to slip through his fingers. Looking down at himself for the slightest moment, he winced before forcing his eyes back on Alec. His hands, his clothes still had too much of his lover’s blood on him.. He had been too exhausted to cleanse himself of it before, and now, he felt himself too numb to move. To conjure up any spell.

It was an hour or two later when Isabelle finally convinced him to clean himself up. 

“He’s going to be okay, Magnus. Thanks to you.”

“We almost lost him.” His voice sounded foreign to his ears, strained and weak.

“But we didn’t. He’s going to be okay.” She hugged him and Magnus barely reciprocated the affection, his eyes still focused on Alec.

It wasn’t until early in the morning the following day that Alec groaned softly, breaking the painful silence. Magnus stood from the chair he sat in all night, fighting any and all urges of exhaustion. 

“Alexander?” Magnus asked cautiously, his hand immediately resting on Alec’s thigh.

Alec cracked his eyes open, a slight bit of pain and haziness evident. “Magnus? What? What happened? Where are we?” He sounded just like he did every morning, still half asleep. How Magnus wished it had been a normal morning.

Magnus gave him a sad smile, “You managed to almost get yourself killed. We’re in the infirmary at the Institute, love.”

“I- what?” Alec struggled to right himself, but Magnus pushed him back gently, worried he’d only make himself lightheaded. 

“Easy there. You were pretty out of it by the time I got there. I’m not surprised you don’t really remember. But you’re okay. Now.

Magnus didn’t mean for his voice to crack like it did, didn’t mean to emphasize that he was okay now. It wasn’t really fair to spring the severity on him as soon as he woke, but Magnus was exhausted in more than one way.

“It was that bad?” Realization always hit Alec rather quickly and Magnus saw it dawn on him.

“I thought you were dead.” Magnus whispered desperately, unable to stop himself. “Your eyes had closed and your breathing may have stopped for a moment. You could have died and I could do nothing about it but continue to pour magic into you and beg you to not leave me.”

Alec stared at him in horror. 

Magnus regretted telling him. “I’m sorry. You just woke up. I shouldn’t have dropped this all on you. Not right now.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m just… by the angels, Magnus, I’m sorry. I can’t imagine how you felt.”

Magnus stared at him, dumbfounded and slightly exasperated, “Alexander Lightwood, are you really apologizing to me right now?”

“Well, yeah, that must have been awful for you.”

Magnus let out a tearful laugh, not even having been aware of the tears that had gathered in his eyes. “Only you, Alec.” He took hold of his hand. “Please never do that to me again. I’ve never known such fear. I love you, Alexander.”

Alec squeezed his hand, giving him a sheepish look, “I’ll try my best. And I love you too.”


“I killed a lot of people, but the one person that I couldn’t kill… Was you. So I killed myself. Over and over again. And I’d rather do that here and now than to risk your life.”

Shaw’s never afraid. You know that thing that makes you flinch ? Yeah now she does get that. The woman she loves would rather kill herself than live in a world without her. She can’t live without you Shaw …

season 13 wishlist

I’ve had quite a few asks about this, so here it is:

My perfect scenario is an emotionally shut down Dean. They burn Cas, he’s DEAD. Jack zaps off somewhere.

Dean suffers A LOT. 13x02-13x05 are MotW episodes with a kind of robotic, capable but emotionally unstable Dean, interspersed with anger and going through the 5 stages of grief until he lets it all go to Sam. Sam is also grieving for his friend but is an amazing brother to Dean, supportive and taking the lead. Weeks of build up showing the GA that this is ROMANTIC grieving.

They find Jack in 13x06. Sam teaches Jack about familial love because of his love for Cas and Mary. Dean teaches him about romantic love because of his love for Cas and familial for Mary. Jack also loved Cas because DUH, he’s his true daddy. He finds the video from Kelly and her love for him leads him, with the others’ to choosing to be good, to help defeat Lucifer and bring Mary back.

Things come to a head and in the midseason finale. Jack ends up resurrecting Cas for himself as a father, Sam as a brother and Dean as….well, I want this but more romantic and bigger please.

Originally posted by teamfrwill

TFW + Jack get Mary back, defeat Lucifer by the season finale, whereby Cas chooses to be Human. There is some underlying MoL stuff going on too, just to keep a second story going and get them an above ground home and build the MoL/Hunter community that they will lead in season 14.

Thank you :D

Musical Theatre Show Asks!!

Trying to get to as many ships and fic requests as possible. In the meantime, here are some asks!!

13: Most embarrassing story from your early teens.

1776: Favorite Founding Father?

25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee: Biggest middle school achievement

A Chorus Line: Favorite type of dance

Aladdin: 3 wishes you want to come true

Amelie: Strangest dream you’ve ever had

Anastasia: Would you rather be rich in money or in love?

Annie: Favorite thing about NYC?

Avenue Q: The Muppet’s or Sesame Street?

Bandstand: How much hometown pride do you have

Be More Chill: One thing you wish to change about yourself

Beauty and the Beast: Small town or big city?

Bonnie and Clyde: Favorite dynamic duo

Book of Mormon: One book I love so much that I’d go on a worldwide adventure to tell everyone about.

Bring it On: Something you’re overly competitive about

Carrie: Favorite prank

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory: Favorite candy

Cinderella: shoe size

Come from Away: One place you’d like to travel

Dear Evan Hansen: favorite social media platform

Dogfight: Describe your first school dance

Falsettos: favorite baseball team

Fiddler on the Roof: How many siblings do you have

Footloose: Could you survive a world without dance

Frozen: One super power you wish you had

Grease: Summer lovers or high school sweethearts

Groundhog Day: One day you wish you could live in forever

Hairspray: Describe your-go to hairstyle

Hamilton: Which Schuyler sister do you relate to the most

Heathers: Favorite Slurpee flavor

In the Heights: What’s your heritage? 

In Transit: Favorite Subway/street performer/performance

Into the Woods: Least favorite camping experience

Legally Blonde: What’s your stereotype

The Lion King: Favorite animal

Mary Poppins: Have you ever flown a kite

Matilda: favorite teacher

Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812: Best party you’ve ever been to

Newsies: Have you ever been in the local paper. If so, why

Pippin: Have you ever been to the circus

Rent: Favorite thing about life

School of Rock: favorite instrument

The Sound of Music: Which is more important, faith or love

Spring Awakening: Age when life bothered you the most

Waitress: favorite dessert

Wicked: biggest insecurity

The Wizard of Oz: Your definition of home

(Negative anons in my inbox - I agree with all of you. I’m not necessarily going to comment on your asks because I don’t want this blog to turn into a shrine of what might have been, but - yeah. It’s okay to dislike what the show is doing.)

IMAGINE: Nothing Good About Goodbyes (Clay Jensen x Reader)

A/N: I’m taking a little break from my fanfics. So, here’s my first imagine.

Summary: Leaving is the hardest thing to do, especially when it was ended on a bad note. But, you’re lucky Clay went to make things better.

Nonrequested. Fluff.

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld

Y/N P.O.V.

The unpleasant alarm woke you up at 3 in the morning for your disliking. The moment you silenced it and your ears listened to quietness made ‘neutral’ butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach; either positive or negative gut feels. You couldn’t distinguish how you were really feeling.

You were leaving your hometown to go to a US Army training center miles away for a year or 2.

If you would have known the life you were living now back then, you wouldn’t be going. But since you graduated high school, you had no idea what you wanted to do. So, you settled for the army program.

You got up from bed and got ready with a warm but quick shower then changed into your uniform and wrapped your hair into a bun, finalizing yourself with a camouflage cap.

Your parents were nervous and sad their only daughter was leaving for so long, but they would never hold you back from what decisions you made.

They drove you to the airport and helped you with your bags and to say their farewells.

Your mother had been talking nonstop on the way to the airport, saying how much she’ll miss you and wish you wouldn’t be gone too long.

Fed up with her, you said, “Mom, please stop talking, you’re making me nervous.”

“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

It wasn’t her that was making you feel down, it was your boyfriend, Clay. The two of you got into an argument about you leaving and it went as far as to him accusing you of being tired of him that you chose to get away from him. Since then, you hadn’t spoken in a week and all you wanted was for him to show up and assure you he didn’t hate or was angry at you.

You glanced around the airport, not finding the younger boy and your flight was near to departing.

“Mom,” you looked at your mother.

You did not have to say anything more as she said, “I know.”

It broke your heart when you had to have her pass on the message to your boyfriend.

“It’s time to go.” Your father announced.

You sadly sighed and headed to the gate.


You immediately turned around, knowing that familiar voice.

Words cannot express how you felt at that moment. But whatever word you could think of, you chose happiness.


You dropped your bags and ran towards him, meeting him halfway.

You embraced each other like there was no tomorrow and you would’ve cried on the spot, but you forced yourself not to.

“I’m so sorry.” Clay whispered into your ear like a record on repeat.

You pulled away at arms-length to see his face.

“I thought you weren’t going to come. How did you get here?” You asked, surprise he got here from 13 miles, considering that he rides a bike and it would’ve taken longer to get there.

“I know a guy with a red mustang. Now, I have to deal with a grumpy Tony.”

You laughed and shook your head.

He unexpectedly pulled you into a passionate kiss.

He pulled away and gazed into your eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything.”

You laughed again. “It’s not like I could take it with me.”

“I love you.” Clay said, his eyes sparkling with love.

‘Guess Mom doesn’t have to tell him.’

“I love you, too.”

“Flight 48, departing in ten minutes.”

“This is goodbye then.” You softly smiled.

Clay shook his head, “Don’t say that. There’s nothing good about goodbyes.”

“You’re so cliche.”

“I know. Here’s another one: It’s not a goodbye, it’s simply a ‘see you later’.”

You nodded and pulled him into one last deep kiss.

“Hey, kid!”

The two of you pulled away and looked over to a security guard coming your way.

“What did you do?” You asked, looking back at Clay.

“I may have ditched going through the metal detector.”

And just like that, your dorky boyfriend brought a smile onto your face.

“I gotta go.”

You went back to grab your bags - your father picked up for you - and headed to the gate again. You looked back at Clay once more and captured the image of him getting dragged away with a happy smile displayed on his face.

So… part 2??

anonymous asked:

SebaCiel is pedophilia ship! You cant denied that

Sebastian: I did adress that issue a while ago, but judging by your grammar, you have a problem with words, so I’ll try to speak so you can understand me. 


But I have no problem in adding arguments, since at least you brought one with you. 

Originally posted by kinbari14

Firstly, what is considered pedophilia? Pedophilia means sexual feelings or activities that involve children. And how do we know if a relationship with a large age gap between both members is pedophiliac? Simple, in every country there is something called the ‘age of consent’. The age of consent is the age at which a person is considered to be legally competent to consent to sexual acts, and it varies with every country. The highest age of consent in the world is at 21 years old in Bahrain, while the lowest is at 11 years old, in Nigeria. 

I hope by now you are able to see the error in this legislation, the lack of a fixed age that works for all the world. So, technically, if my young master and I were to move to Nigeria, our relationship wouldn’t be considered pedophilia, right? So you can see this law is flawed at best and nonsensical at worst, I’ll give an example, the case of Mr. Genarlow Wilson. This boy, of 17 years of age, was sentenced to 10 years for receiving oral sex from his 15-year old girlfriend. In the state in which they lived, that was considered pedophilia, even if it was just a two-year gap. 

Originally posted by welcometoyouredoom

Besides, there are many other problems, the main one being that no one can really determine the right age in which a person has completely matured. I’ll give you a Black Butler example. My young master is 13 years old, but he has proven to have maturity, intelligence and common sense beyond his years. I won’t offer specific examples since I think everyone in the Kuroshitsuji community knows this. On the other hand, Prince Soma, who is 17 years old, is very childlish and immature, even if he is 4 years older than Lord Phantomhive. Maturity can’t always be defined by age, but if I was to engage in a sexual relationship with Prince Soma, in England it would be completely legal, despite him being clearly less mature than a boy who runs the underworld, who has killed, who has given orders of massacrating many people, despite only being 13 years old. 

Originally posted by narumi

So, after this, ask yourself, does age truly matter here? And please don’t give me that ‘But Sebastian, you have more than a thousand years, you’re too old’, because in Twilight, Edward had a hundred years old and not one of the millions of fangirls had any problems with shipping him and Bella, and many people enjoyed those books despite there not being any sexy demon butlers (deeply offended). 

Originally posted by littlebratciel

I hope I have at least been able to provide you a different point of view, though the real question you should be asking is:


Originally posted by pandabear1987

Yes, I know that gif doesn’t really belong there, but let’s all just enjoy Sassy Michaelis.

A Ruff Trip

Originally posted by we-love-flandus

Pairing: Daryl x Reader

Content/Warning: none

Words: 643

A/N: My first request fic. This one was from @his-paradox, asking for 13 and 18 from the drabble list. Here it is, I hope you like it :) 

Prompts are open my guys

You and Daryl were out on a run. You weren’t going far - just into a town nearby - so Rick figured it was okay to send just the two of you. Glenn had wanted to come too, but you insisted the two of you could handle it. You wanted to spend time with Daryl anyways, even if it was just a run. Glenn had eventually relented, and the two of you had left shortly after. Daryl slowed the car to a stop, and the two of you climbed out and looked around the quiet streets. “Never get used to the silence, huh?”

“Not really,” He agreed. “Not somethin’ you tend to think about when you’re being mobbed by walkers, though.”

You chuckled, eyes skimming the dilapidated buildings in search of something useful. “Drug store?” You motioned towards a building on the right side of the street.

“I’ll go in first,” He said as the two of you walked over. “Looks empty.”

“Let’s hope it is,” You agreed, and he slowly pushed the door open, searching for walkers. You had his back, scanning the areas he couldn’t see before dropping your gun’s sight to the floor. “Looks clear.”

“It is,” Daryl said with a nod. “See anything?”

“Medicine,” You said, motioning towards a sagging shelf. “Look for things to patch up wounds while I grab these.”

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I was thinking about this last night. Clary Fray was at the lowest point in her life in 1x02 (At that point). Her mother had gone missing, she woke up surrounded by strangers in a strange place, she found out that her entire life has been a lie, and she was headed into something she might not make it out of. But she gets Jace talking about his dad’s death, an event that happened like 12/13 years before and she’s asking if he’s okay. 

She’s over here having her life torn to pieces and she’s checking to see if this guy she barely knows has come to terms with something that happened to him over a decade ago.