and becomes enraged

Warning for the 2017 IT movie

I haven’t seen any posts about this, so I would appreciate it if y'all could share this so people are prepared when they see the movie. This is a bit of a minor spoiler, but it’s important to sexual abuse survivors and child sexual abuse survivors. In the movie, a young female character is approached by her father and he makes some advances towards her, but this is initially deflected. Later in the movie, the third time the father is featured, there is an extremely triggering scene where the father becomes enraged when she refused to let him take advantage of her anymore and he grabs her by the ankles and attempts to assault her. He doesn’t succeed, but this scene was enough that I had a panic attack in the theater and I wish I was warned about this before I saw the movie. PLEASE spread this around so people are prepared for this when they see this movie. Just to reiterate, this is the third time the father is featured in the movie, right after the kids escape the house.

50 Rumors And Hooks...
  1. A bandit gang preys on wounded and weary adventurers as they straggle down the road from the dungeon to the city. 
  2. A black cloak was stolen from the Burnt Bridge tavern last night; sewn into the hem is a treasure map.
  3. A gigantic egg appeared in the town square last night. No one knows what might hatch out of it, but it’s going to happen soon.
  4. A deity walks the city streets disguised as a humble mortal. 
  5. A hot-tempered knight has promised all his lands to his brother if he is bested at the upcoming jousting tournament.
  6. A leading churchman has announced a heretical doctrine; his fellow priests have demanded that he recant, on pain of excommunication. 
  7. A wrestler named Drón Goldentress will perform three great quests for anyone who can beat her in a match. 
  8. Agitation grows in a neighboring land for a renewed war against the kingdom. 
  9. An eerie dog with glowing eyes stalks the city at night. The magnificent sorcerer Furioso was bitten by it, and now he can barely remember his own name.
  10. Ditchdiggers unearthed an ornate tin casket the other day. They can’t figure out how to open it, but won’t let anyone else try, either. 
  11. Drinking a poison surely meant for someone else, the meek baker Oswald dropped dead in a tavern last night. 
  12. During the day, the headsman’s daughter appears rather homely, but under the moonlight, she is the fairest young maiden in the realm.
  13. Every hundred years or so, a black, venomous rain falls on the city, killing hundreds of people. A recurrence is months overdue. 
  14. The Superordinate Six, a band of famed adventurers, have failed to return from an expedition to the Rat City ruins. 
  15. Goblins tunneled a good distance under the city walls last year, but the authorities covered it up. 
  16. Grave robbers have been digging up the bones of slain adventurers. They must be working for a lich or evil wizard. 
  17. Luriez the horse trader is auctioning off Bravo, a clever and magnificent steed. His former owner, a luckless mercenary, lost him in a dice game. 
  18. Magic items sold by Antesos Three-Beard have a peculiar way of finding their way back to his shop after the purchasers die. 
  19. Many of a famous knight’s heroic feats were in fact performed by his squire, a young girl dressed as a boy.
  20. Mercenaries have taken sanctuary in the temple; the high priests want them out but are forbidden by the tenets of their faith to expel them. 
  21. Pound for pound, the most valuable treasure in town is not silver or gold, but the cache of saffron hidden in the spice merchant’s shop. 
  22. Priestess Ciana has great healing powers, but those she raises from the dead sometimes take on her personality traits. 
  23. Pulsing green lights are frequently observed near the abandoned mines south of the city. 
  24. Recent rains flooded the catacombs beneath the city; strange things are floating to the surface.
  25. Someone is stealing all of the town’s church bells. 
  26. Somewhere in the city, the priceless Altar of Kych is hidden in plain sight.
  27. The armorer Casabon just received a shipment of Zhenish steel, which will make fine blades for those who can afford them.
  28. The astronomer Harun the Subtle reports sighting a circle of new red stars in the sky. The Royal Astrological Society has offered a reward to anyone who can conclusively explain the meaning of this omen.
  29. The beloved singer Dulari has fallen prey to a terrible illness, one the healers can’t cure. 
  30. The bullying city watchman Moyalva has been extorting money from the weak and helpless.
  31. The courtier Vivando has fallen out of favor with the king, who suspects him of having eyes for the princess.
  32. The exiled prince of Cadis unwisely dismissed a churlish servant who knows too much about his master’s business.
  33. The feathers that rained down on Beggar’s Alley last night came from the wings of battling archons.
  34. The floorboards beneath the Trembling Pig Inn are hollow and full of stolen gold.
  35. Pirates have disrupted grain shipments meant for the kingdom; starvation looms if traders cannot resupply in time.
  36. The high sheriff becomes violently enraged if anyone accuses him of having orc blood. 
  37. The king is a usurper who has the real heir to the throne chained up in his basement.
  38. The king plans to build new watchtowers around the city. Laborers, once desperate for work, will soon be hard to hire.
  39. The king’s chief minister plans to step down, making way for his clever but abrasive protégé. 
  40. The philosopher Frabreck has released another pamphlet arguing for the conquest of the orc lands, so that its peoples can be liberated from evil and placed under the king’s benevolent rule.
  41. The rancher Septimus is raising a flock of strange reptilian beasts on his farm.
  42. The retainers of an unpopular knight quelled an uprising on his lands by fi ring crossbows into an unarmed throng.
  43. The rich merchant Zaguant has learned that pirates have sold his son into slavery.
  44. The son and daughter of two rival merchant families eloped a few weeks ago. Both fathers offer a reward for the son: his father aims to protect him, but the girl’s wants him dead.
  45. Whenever a member of the murderous Lampedusa clan is slain, the weapon used to deal the death blow is permanently imbued with powerful magic.
  46. The young adventurer Brialda carries a shield bearing the crest of the Acatero family, even though, as an illegitimate daughter of that clan, she is not entitled to it. 
  47. An ancient throne lies buried in a field nearby. Anyone who sits on the throne for an entire night will rise from it a wise man or a lunatic.
  48. They say that if you listen long enough to the water lapping against the shore near the statue of King Brand, you will hear the name of an innocent person you are fated to kill. 
  49. They’re slaughtering more than just cows and sheep at the old abattoir down by the piers.
  50. Whenever ravens gather on the clock tower, a mighty hero dies. 

If a mother told a story about her daughter being touched without consent, you “feminist” would sympathize. If that mother went on to say that her abuser is punishing her for telling someone about what he did and was doing so by SUING her, you would sympathize and possibly become enraged. Her mother would go on to say she doesn’t want this to blow up and was okay with the man getting fired since it happened in the work place. However since he’s now suing her she only has two options,

 1) To pay her abuser for assaulting her or 

2) To counter sue.

 You’d say she should counter sue. 

If you then heard the woman was in fact counter suing and only for $1 because she didn’t want the money but wanted to prove to women you can stand up to your abuser, you’d call her a role model and maybe even a hero. You’d say that’s what feminism is about.

So why when I tell you that woman is Taylor Swift you “feminist” suddenly say “she deserved it” , “She has a flat ass. There was nothing to grab”, “She’s doing this for attention / money” ? Why do you turn as ugly as the abuser himself? You are no better than the man that touched a woman without consent. 

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In Aztec mythology, Coatlicue (”she with serpent skirts”) is the mother of the 400 stars in the sky, and one daughter, Coyolxauhqui (”she with bells on her cheeks”). When Coatlicue becomes pregnant illegitimately (by touching a tuft of hummingbird feathers - this sort of stuff happens a lot in Mesoamercan mythos), her children become both embarrassed and enraged. But none more so than her daughter, Coyolxauhqui. Together with her 400 brothers, she launches an attack on her mother, but it is foiled when her mother’s unborn son Huitzilopochtli (”the hummingbird on the left”) springs forth from her womb, armed for battle.

Huitzilopochtli dismembers Coyolxauhqui, and flings her head into the sky where it becomes the moon, so that her mother might look upon her always.

Reaction of each sign when they don’t know how to do something

Aries: they insist and do really anything.

Taurus: they insist and finally succeed what they wanted to do.

Gemini: they are looking for a tutorial on YouTube.

Cancer: they become enraged against themselves and sometimes even against others.

Leo: they look for an excuse and walk away quietly.

Virgo: they study the problem from A to Z and find the solution.

Libra: they call someone on the phone and ask for help.

Scorpio: they evacuate stress, get very angry, and then concentrate again.

Sagittarius: they need to change the air, to do something else …

Capricorn: they insist, growl, murmur insults, still insist.

Aquarius: they finally try to do things in their own way and it works.

Pisces: they give up and fall asleep.

Dean is allowed to refuse to do things Sam’s way.

Dean is allowed to disagree with Sam.

Dean is allowed to be angry when Sam abandons or betrays him.

Dean is allowed to keep his feelings to himself.

Dean is allowed to have feelings regardless of whether they are what Sam thinks they should be.

Dean is allowed to call out even a loved one for hurting him or betraying him, especially if they keep doing it.

Dean is allowed to be afraid or nervous that they will do it again.

Humans are allowed to do all of these things, and as a person, so is Dean. None of these make Dean controlling, abusive, or cruel. Framing it as such what an abuser does to keep their victim in line. It’s a method certain people use to manipulate someone else into silence or compliance. Dean falls for it because of years and years of formative, psychological abuse, but that doesn’t make it even remotely true or right or even acceptable.

Submission: As a queer, nonbinary person and an animal educator, I’ve thought a lot about the issues recently being discussed on this blog and I wanted to share some of that here. I’ve tried to be as calm and clear as possible, but this is an emotional issue for me so it might be a bit emphatic.

Serveral people in this discussion have mentioned already the problems with questioning the existence of bi/pan/trans/ace/aro animals, but not questioning the existance of straight, cis animals. You’ve made passing mentions to this, but I think it’s actually really important to step back and reframe the entire discussion in this context, if you want to be fair and accurate both to the animals and to the people emotionally affected by this issue.

In particular, this passage: “However, the animal science world uses gendered pronouns to denote physical sex in an animal, because that is how efficient and accurate communication about the animal is ensured” raises some massive red flags for me. Yes, it’s important to clearly communicate with your vet about the body parts an animal does and doesn’t have, for ease of treatment. However, pronouns are far from the only way to do this, and definitely not the most efficient. The pronoun “she” doesn’t tell you if a dog is unaltered, spayed, in heat, pregnant, or menopausal - information your vet definitely needs to know.
It’s the work of half a moment to state “my dog is a spayed female” at the start of an appointment, regardless of what pronouns you use after that. In fact, many trans* people have already learned to talk with their doctors in specific terms about their hormone levels and organs they do or don’t have, and cis people need to catch up. Part of the reason this is such an emotional issue for trans people is that the argument, “your doctor needs to know the gender you were assigned at birth! Therefore everyone you meet needs to know, and it should be on your ID, in case you get in an accident and we have to tell the doctor!” is often invoked. (I wish that was an exaggeration. It’s not. This is in spite of the fact that, as a trans* person, knowing the gender you were assigned at birth is more likely to lead to false assumptions about your health and biology than true ones.) So yes, your doctor needs to know about your biology and your vet needs to know about your pet’s, but gender pronouns really aren’t the way to do it.

Outside the vet’s office, insisting on cisgender-equivalent pronouns for your pet leads to a world of problems. I volunteer at an animal shelter, and I see people misinterpret animal’s actions through their percieved, anthropomorphic gender roles constantly. They’re more eager to read aggression from a male animal and affection from a female, which has the potential to lead to massive problems, since both of those behaviors can be dangerous to misinterpret. I would personally argue for the stance that people would be more able to accurately interpret the behavior of animals if we refered to all non-human animals with gender-neutral pronouns, to more accurately reflect the fact that animals do not have gender. Even in social animals that do have sex-differentied social roles, those are completely different from human gender roles and should not be confused with them by the use of human gendered pronouns. If the biological sex of an animal matters in a particular context, you can mention it in that context, rather than applying it all the time as though it was part of their identity.

I do understand that some people find it reassuring to observe that the social roles of biologically male or female animals are different from those of humans, and that they too can be as nurturing as a male penguin or as fierce as a female hyena. So I understand that sometimes people will want to refer to those animals as male or female, in the same way that I want to refer to a cuttlefish as genderfluid because it makes me feel happy and validated. I just want cis people to understand that those interpretations are exactly equivalent.

As for how this perspective affects the emotions of humans impacted by this issue: claiming that gendered pronouns are a form of scientific terminology that accurately reflects the biological sex of an animal is, intentionally or not, supporting the idea that there are biologically and scientifically two genders. It gives fuel to people who try to force that mindset onto humans, and believe me, they use it. I’ve met many people who become enraged if I use the wrong pronouns for their dog, but refuse to respect my identity and pronouns. The attatchment of gendered pronouns to biological sex in non-humans is absolutely reflected back into humans by most of the public, whether that is your intention as an educator or not.

Using gender pronouns as scientific terminology also muddies issues significantly as soon as you leave the field of mammals, where it quickly becomes clear that a male/female dichotomy is far from absolute. Do I use female pronouns for the hermaphroditic flatworm who lost the penis-fencing match and is now carrying eggs? Will those pronouns still apply after the eggs have hatched? What if they win the penis-fencing match next time and contribute sperm instead?
How about a worker bee, who is genetically female but has not developed reproductive organs and plays no reproductive role?
Do I use male pronouns for a fish who was born genetically male, but isn’t able to engage in sexual behavior and fulfill the male sexual role until mating is initiated by the supermale? How about for the supermale, who is genetically female and used to be reproductively female but has since morphed to be reproductively male due to being the largest fish in the school? Is it even accurate to say “genetically female” of a species where both major reproductive roles are carried out by the same genetic category of animals, and those born “biologically” male only reproduce at all by swimming into the middle of the mating dance, ejaculating, and hoping for the best?

A similar issue exists with the assumption that animals are straight. I’ve seen some cringe-worthy anthropomorphization of male/female pairs of animals, including calling them “married,” referring to them as being “in love,” and a lot of analogies to human married-couple behavior, but I’ve never seen this criticized or significantly discussed as an issue of anthropomorphization. But every time I see a post about lesbian birds or trans fish, this issue comes up. I don’t think that animal educators are doing this on purpose, but I do think it is an indicator that many animal educators have not sufficiently deeply challenged the cultural narrative that straight and cis are “normal” but queer and trans* are “debatable” and should be challenged and argued about. 

Science is an ever-changing field, and scientific terminology becomes outdated and is changed as we realize that it reflects our social assumptions more accurately than in reflects reality. The terms we use to discuss sex, gender, pair-bonding, and mating behavior are all deeply intertwined with human social assumptions of cisgender, heterosexual, monogamous life-time bonds that are simultaneously romantic/affectionate and sexual in nature. Scientific communication would be improved by dropping those assumptions and the terminology that comes with them.

I don’t think I have much to add to this - it’s really well thought out and well said - so I’m going to boost it as is as part of the continued discussion. 

Scientific communication would absolutely be improved by changing the terminology to something more accurate. I don’t know if it’s something that would currently be feasible - because of a myriad of things that make attempting that type of change across so many cultures and languages and historical/social contexts difficult - but I definitely support the idea. 

No Tumblr, I am not going to become enraged over everything you tell me I should be enraged by.  This kind of attitude is precisely why I am actively becoming more and more apathetic with each story that comes by.  I might have cared about important things before you decided to try and shove hatred down my throat for everything that displeases you.

Yuri!!! On Ice Old Hollywood AU

I know actor aus are pretty common within fandom, but just think about a Yuri!!! On Ice actor AU set in Old Hollywood! It would take place in the late 40s, but have all the aspects of the YOI universe that we have come to love (no prejudice against race, gender, sexual orientation etc.).

·         Victor Nikiforov as five time award winning mega star and darling of the studio, being bored and disenchanted with his career sees a picture starring Yuuri Katsuki. Despite the movie’s flaws, he is enthralled by this new charming actor and his performance.

·         Yuuri Katsuki as a promising actor who suffers from anxiety and as a result doesn’t have the ability to choose the correct vehicles to fully showcase his talent and wonders if he should just quit Hollywood.

·         At the after party of the biggest award ceremony of the season Yuuri becomes drunk and hits on Victor, a super star who he has admired for years and made him want to become an actor in the first place.

·         Victor becomes even more enchanted with Yuuri after this and decides to take a break from his acting career to help Yuuri pursue his dream of playing a part that’s so good he would win an Academy Award for it, much to the displeasure of studio boss Yakov Feltsman.

·         Yuri Plisetsky as the child actor who is now an adolescent and wants to have his perfect debut in his first mature role. He is the son of a former child actress and was raised on the studio lot, groomed by the executives to be the next Victor Nikiforov. He was promised to be mentored by Victor and becomes enraged to know he has been ditched for another actor that shares his first name. He’s taken under the wing of former dancer/ silent movie star turned studio big shot Lilia Baranovskaya instead.

·         Phichit Chulanot as Yuuri’s friend who he studied acting with under the tutelage of Celestino Chialdini. He excels in singing and dancing and wants to be the biggest star to feature in Technicolor musicals like Gene Kelly. He dreams of writing and starring in his own musical and ropes in his good buddies Guang-Hong Ji, tap dancer extraordinaire, and Leo de la Iglesia, singer turned actor, to work with him on this project.

·         Christophe Giacometti, one of Hollywood’s most popular bombshells, is mostly known for his roles as the ditzy blond (think Marilyn Monroe), but is actually deeply intellectual and sensitive. He wants to transcend this persona and craves to be taken more seriously, but can’t seem to shake the clueless sexpot image. He can’t help but feel jealous of his good friend Victor, who is equally considered a sex bomb but IS taken seriously.

·         Jean-Jacques Leroy as a heartthrob who mainly stars as the hero in adventure movies and swashbucklers. He has a reputation to be difficult to work with, because according to directors he is always trying to push his own vision onto a movie. He’s often accused of his pictures being vehicles to display his own ego.

·         Seung Gil Lee as the actor who abhors the publicity and elbow rubbing with his fellow actors that is involved with being a celebrity. His perceived coldness makes him shine as a suave villain in film noir pictures.

·         Michele and Sara Crispino as former child actors who starred in vaudeville together as a double act. Since trying to become big in Hollywood, Sara longs for independent projects that don’t include her and her brother as a set, much to the distress of Michele. He, in his turn, is pursued by good friend Emil Nekola, who is a great comedian, to star in his next screwball comedy together.

·         Mila Babicheva as the beauty queen of Hollywood, known for her roles as the femme fatale and the hottest redhead since Rita Hayworth. She becomes quite taken with her friend Sara, who has a sweet yet powerful voice like Judy Garland, after seeing her in a musical picture.

·         Georgi Popovich, dramatic actor, deeply romantic and a THESPIAN above all things. He has a tumultuous love life and his over the top performances are often considered too avant-garde for Old Hollywood sensibilities. Loves to star in Shakespeare adaptations.

·         Otabek Altin as an actor who is admired by everyone in the industry for his quiet yet intense performances. He simultaneously has the reputation of being a bad boy involved in some minor scandals as well as keeping to himself mostly. Is often type-cast as the manly, smoldering anti-hero in film noir pictures. Remembers Yuri Plisetsky well from his youth on the studio lot and tells him this rather dramatically when Yuri is set to co-star with him in his latest crime movie as ‘the icy blond’.

If y’all like this I’m going to write a fic, I s2g.

Edit: Yeeesss, I’m going to write a fic! check #yoi old hollywood au for future updates!

I’d like to address the whole “bottom/top” BS I’m seeing in this fandom and other fandoms with m/m ships, as a gay man myself. And I’m going to do it in the only way I know how.

Here’s my husband and I. We’re the same in terms of body structure, and he’s only well-shaven because his job requires it, but he loves facial hair as much as I do. I love to cook and bake (I like making things that are pretty and taste good), and he loves to grill. I stay home with our child while he’s at work, and he takes care of our child in the mornings so I can sleep. We share the chores. He likes ripped jean jackets, and I like leather jackets and peacoats. We both like masculine and feminine jewelry. I cuss up a storm, and he only does so when he’s reached his limits. He likes high heels and nail polish, and I’ve once upon time worn skirts, dresses, and make up. We both burp, fart, scratch places we shouldn’t in public. We take turns spooning each other. I take care of the bills. We’re both fiercely protective.

Who’s top and who’s bottom?

Would it anger you if I told you differently than what you answered, and that you most likely sat there and determined based on heteronormative stereotypes?

It doesn’t matter what we look like, or who we are – the bedroom is a different world. We don’t ascribe to the “who’s female and who’s male” mentality. Why does our level of masculinity or femininity determine our sex life?

Why does it seem to determine the sex lives of m/m fictional couples?

Hannibal Lecter being a bottom has nothing to do with him being an “alpha” male. It is not degrading for any man to be a bottom. ANY man. And the fact that so many people become enraged that someone writes a very masculine character as a bottom disgusts me. Men of all types like to bottom, and it’s mostly to due with pleasure.

Shut the hell up and get over it.

“But I prefer…”

Listen. You can prefer certain kinks, you can prefer vanilla sex, you can prefer no penetration, or any sex of any kind (asexuals are awesome). But for god’s sake, stop fighting about tops and bottoms. It’s incredibly uncomfortable as a gay man to see these fights, and to feel such profound shame that people believe men like me or my husband would never ‘take it up the ass’ because of some stereotypical, heteronormative bullshit reasons.

Read bottom Hannibal, don’t read bottom Hannibal. Don’t read top or bottom of whatever character. I don’t care. But just STOP looking at M/M relationships through hetero/cisgender goggles!

063-GRELIEN [Grey Alien]
-Dark/Psychic
-The Nightcrawler pokemon
-Ability: Unnerve - Telepathy(HA)
-Dex: “This small pokemon are said to inhabit deep within the forest, but come out of their homes at night, often seen walking deserted streets and parks, sometimes even coming into people’s backyards. Although they don’t seem to be aggressive, their presence is said to be accompanied by strange occurrences, such as lights in the sky and mysterious disappearances.”-Moveset:
    -Confusion
    -Payback
    -Hipnosis
    -Scary Face

–>Evolves at lvl 13<–

064-BEKLUDE [B.E.K(Black Eyed Kid)-Delude]
-Dark/Psychic
-The Black Eyed Pokemon
-Ability:  Unnerve -Telepathy(HA)
-Dex: “This mysterious pokemon are often found in pairs wandering in the night, and are said to approach people in their homes, communicating with them telepathically and asking to be let in. Looking straight into their eyes is said to cause disorientation and drowsiness, with people who have come in contact with this creatures having troubles remembering large periods of said encounters.”
-Moveset:
    -Extrasensory
    -Punishment
    -Mean Look
    -Telekinesis

–>Evolves with Dusk Stone<–

065-SLENDROB [Slender-Rob]
-Dark/Psychic
-The Faceless Pokemon
-Ability: Unnerve - Telepathy(HA)
-Dex: “Often referred as a legend, they are said to live in the deepest part of the forest, and are often said to watch over large herds of BEKLUDE. They are powerful psychics, and despite their calm nature, can become easily enraged if a member of the "herd” is in danger, to which they will respond bombarding the threat with mental shocks that can leave it with a disabling migraine.“
-Moveset:
-Sig. Move: Psycho Crush "the user bombards the oponents mind with it telepathic power, this may reduce the opponents speed and special defense.”
   Type: Psychic
   PP: 10 (max 16)
   Power: 100
   Accuracy: 100%
    -Psychic
    -Dark Pulse
    -Nasty Plot

Where we’re sitting at the poker table

What if it’s significant in some way?

So we’re sitting directly across from Mark, right? And on Mark’s right is the Detective, on his left is the Butler.

Who’s on either side of us?

Damien and the Colonel.

Damien is probably on our left, his right, since we’re his right-hand, close friend, district attorney to his mayor. Which leaves the Colonel on our right.

Damien and the Colonel aren’t on the best of terms, so we’re sitting between them. Mark and the Colonel aren’t friends, so Tyler is sitting between them. The Colonel isn’t sitting directly across from Mark, probably to keep animosity between the two of them down as much as possible.

The Detective is directly across from the Colonel. The Colonel doesn’t seem to get along with anyone, as we can see in the drunk montage, so no matter where he sits, or who he’s looking at or not looking at, he’s going to get himself in trouble.

Maybe this is why the Detective is sitting across from the Colonel. He wants to keep the Colonel from hurting anyone, and if he does, to try to keep it aimed at himself.

We and the Butler are sitting right next to the Colonel, probably because the Colonel has little to no reason to dislike us (especially since we literally just met him), and if he becomes enraged he’s less likely to attack either of us when Mark is so close.

Now, to Damien’s left is the Detective. Maybe because the Detective trusts the Mayor? At least enough to not worry about sitting right next to him.

The Detective and the Butler are on either side of Mark. Because they’re currently in his employment? The two people who currently work for the same employer (not including the chef of course), sitting on the same side as their employer, while their employer’s estranged friends sit together on the other side of the table.

And we, Damien, and the Colonel are estranged friends. None of us have seen Mark in some time (maybe even years), while the Detective, the Butler, and the Chef have been in often to constant contact with him.

Anyway, that’s all I can think of right now. If anyone wants to add to this, use this for anything, feel free. And I’m gonna tag some people who might want to see.

@lum1natrix @markired @antisepticdark @endlcss-possibilities @gravitykaz @markiplitessepticeyes @i-am-a-fan

blooky-bot  asked:

For the Genyatta prompt: sometimes I imagine that when Genji and Zen have practise fights and Genji has only just met Zen, he sometimes becomes so enraged he accidentally imagines Zen is Hanzo. He immediately flees to his designated room due to how awful he feels after almost killing Zen. So I was thinking as a prompt, maybe Zen goes to comfort Genji after he has one of those moments. Thank you! <33


URGGGG I WISH I HAD MORE TIME TO  INTO THIS ONEEEE I LOVE ITTTTTT <3 <3  

Thank you so much for the amazing PROMPT

I’ve been arguing with an anti-abortion hardcore christian yesterday, and despite entire thing causing me to become enraged at the blatant hatred and dismissal of women’s lives, I feel like I started realizing where is this entire viewpoint coming from.

For instance, I explained to this person that the body autonomy comes before other’s right to life, like if someone right now was dying and needs your blood, or your liver, nobody can force open you up and take whatever they need, because your rights over your own body precede other’s right to life, and they just dismissed it with “it shouldn’t be looked at that way.” I tried to explain the disastrous consequences of not giving rights to abortion to young girls and women who have high rates of dying in childbirth and during pregnancy, they dismissed it with “all of our lives are nearing to an end anyway” basically saying, so what, kill them, they would have eventually died anyway (that is murder rhetoric), I tried to advocate with women who are impregnated by force and raped, they decided to pretend this isn’t an issue, and told me women are created to give birth, when I argued it is not that we’re created to do it, but we have the means and the power to do it, and it’s on us to use it the way we want to, they said “no, women don’t have that right.”

And that one really hit me, women don’t have that right? Because if women did have that right, that would be rather terrifying, wouldn’t it? Because women are the only people on this planet who have the power to give birth, to create life, in that sense we all exactly like gods, able to bestow life when we decide we want to, when we deem it’s what we want. That’s what they’re trying to take away from us here. They want their god to be the one to decide who we give life to, and when and why and in what situation, they don’t want our free will to affect us being child-bearing machines of the world. But there is no god above women. There is no authority of life above women. We are the highest and final authority on life on earth. Once this has reached our collective minds, they are in big trouble. That’s why they fight so hard to prove that we are just incubators, not beings of free will, because once a human has a way to create life, and a free will to decide weather to do it or not, that individual becomes a god. That’s what we were all along. Source of all human life on earth.

Also, women not having the final authority of life created on earth is not only deadly and destructive for women, but for the entire human population, our society, our culture, our environment. When rights are taken away from women, life quality of everyone involved goes down. Women are the ones who will do 90% of the work for the baby, they will have to keep it alive, they will have to make sure the baby has resources to survive, they will have to protect it from death, keep it safe and cared for, so women are the only ones who actually know what bringing a child to life actually means. They’re the only ones who are qualified of making the call, not only because they’ll be lending their own body for the sake of new life, but because they’re the only ones who are able to analyze the state of resources and quality of life in their environment, including their own energy and willpower which is vital, and decide weather bringing another child into that environment is a crime or not. Nobody else actually gives a shit. And nobody else faces the consequences of this decision the way women do. Giving women absolute authority over their bodies, and over childbirth is the only way humanity can keep on going without destroying itself.

I Hate You (M) // Kim Yugyeom AU

Originally posted by yuginom

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

Summary//Request: You and Yugyeom both attend the same college - and you hate each others guts. But one day when you both reach the end of your tether, the two of you find a better way to take out your frustrations; on each other.

This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains smut and strong language.


“Can you move?”

“I don’t know, can I?” Yugyeom didn’t even bother looking up from his phone as you tried to step over his legs which were currently blocking the entrance to the kitchen in the student common room.

“Seriously Yugyeom, you’re such a dickhead” you said under your breath as you stepped over him, stumbling slightly before finding your balance – shooting him an evil glare before you began rummaging through the fridge to find your lunch you had placed there earlier.

“And you’re a bitch, but you don’t see me complaining” he replied nonchalantly as he watched you from the corner of his eye – bent over and beginning to become even more agitated than you already were.

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A/N: So, I decided to take a crack at writing a Harry Hook oneshot with an OC. One where things aren’t so gentle. The idea sorta came to me and I felt like I had to write it down because now, it’s just too good to me. (Also, I decided to post it to tumblr because I know some people don’t like having to go to other apps)

Writer: @Anonwriter-lady

Word Count: 14,720 

Warnings/Rating: Mature Content - F/M violence, profanity/swearing, vividly graphic smut. It’s also long as hell. Please read at your own risk.

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“I do not think you understand how irritating you are!” You said through a sigh as Ivar wilfully ignored you, twisting the blade in his hand into the side of the chair he was leaning against.

“And I do not think you understand how beautiful you are but I do not become enraged by the thought.” He muttered, inspecting the knife without looking up at you.

“Well… I… you cannot say such things just to win an argument Ivar!” You scolded which had him finally paying attention to you. You expected Ivar to yell when a glower set across his face but it quickly became a wide smile which lit up his face. “What now?” You asked him quickly.

“It’s cute when you blush.” He said softly, grinning when his words had you blushing even more and attempting to hide your face from him.

“Be quiet!” you complained as he started to chuckle.

“If I am silent how shall I make you blush?” He asked curiously and rolled his eyes when you sighed loudly.

“I am going to find Helga.” You glanced at him but found a smile still playing over his face as he nodded.

 “Very well, off you go.” He hummed, winking which made you blush again and almost trip over your own feet.

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On the evening of 16 June, 2009, 18-year-old Engelico Castillo called the police to inform them that her cousin, 2-year-old Jada Justice was missing. Castillo had been babysitting the toddler when she drove to a nearby gas station for milk and cigarettes, leaving Jada in the back seat. When Castillo returned, Jada was gone, she claimed. A search party was put together and they scoured the area for any clues as to her whereabouts.

Castillo’s story started to fall to pieces when witnesses at the gas station said they hadn’t seen anything suspicious. In fact, they reported that the car had nobody in the back seat when Castillo pulled into the gas station. Furthermore, when sniffer dogs were brought in to aid in the search, they were unable to pick up a scent. Police soon began to look into the events running up to the disappearance. Jada’s mother told them that she had left Jada in the care of Castillo and her 23-year-old boyfriend, Timothy Tkachik. When the duo were brought in for questioning, a large burn on Tkachik’s arm was noticed by police. The following week, after intense interrogation, Tkachik directed police to a swampy area in LaPorte County in northwest Indiana. Encased in a cement block, the body of Jada was discovered.

As it transpired, Castillo and Tkachik, who were both heroin addicts and drug dealers, had become enraged at Jada when she spilt some juice while they were babysitting her. Both Castillo and Tkachnik yelled at the 2-year-old before taking turns spanking her. As the day progressed, Jada decided she would share her lunch with the dog. This infuriated the drug addicted duo who unleashed fury on the little girl by slapping her, shoving her, hitting her with a belt, and pulling her hair. At one point, she was hit so hard that she fell against a table and cut her eye. The sadistic couple then decided they would tie her to a chair and beat her senseless.

Following he brutal attack, Castillo and Tkachik drove from Hobart to Chicago to buy more heroin. They had been injecting it perpetually throughout the day. Jada was shoved into the back seat to accompany them on this trip. As they drove to their destination, they noticed she wasn’t breathing. Nevertheless, they carried on their way to pick up their heroin. When they returned home, they hid her in the basement while they decided what to do. The following day, Castillo and Tkachik attempted to burn the small lifeless body in a garbage can stuffed with garbage bags but to no avail. It was here that Tkachik sustained a burn on his arm. When they discovered that her body was still intact, they decided to encase her in cement and dump her in swampland.

Castillo was sentenced to 65 years while Tkachik received life imprisonment.

I Choose You (Optional Bias x Reader)

Originally posted by leo10hp

A/N: Never doubt your importance in this world. We all have our roles to play and just because your name isn’t in lights does not mean that you are worth any less…


You glanced at the crystal vodka bottle on the counter in front of you and then back at your near empty glass, contemplating if you were even going to add juice to your next round. Your eyes involuntarily moved back to the TV screen that you had been watching from your bent over position on the kitchen island counter. You hadn’t even made it back over to the couch where you had first started and you didn’t think you were going back that way anytime soon, at least not in a sober state of mind. The faces and words flashing across the screen, mocking you, were painful enough from this distance.

Vodka on ice for the win.

You turned from the counter to grab more ice from the freezer when you tripped over the bulky duffel bag that had been resting next to your feet. Muffled curses spewed from your lips, your filter already disappearing even though you had only had one drink so far. Your nerves and emotions were shot and the sight of the duffel bag made you walk to the freezer even faster. You needed more alcohol, now.

You were already packed. You hadn’t gathered everything, not even a majority of everything. You had accumulated numerous objects, clothes, and decorations in the year and a half you two had been living together, plus half of the apartment was in your name, but it didn’t even matter, not anymore. You would come back for the rest of it later or maybe never. You didn’t really want to think about it right now. Regardless, you were ready to leave…but you couldn’t force yourself to walk out of the door and out of his life forever. Even with the television special still playing in front of you, even with the stupid Snapchat article still pulled up on your phone next to you, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t pick up your bag and say a final goodbye…so, you pulled out the beautiful, crystal vodka bottle he had bought you as one of your birthday presents this year and had started your mission of draining it, hoping that at some point along the way you would get up the courage to leave.

Why couldn’t you leave?

Because you were completely and thoroughly selfish. Because as much as it pained you to admit, you couldn’t imagine life without him. You couldn’t stand the thought of his arms not wrapped tightly around your shoulders and waist as you drifted off to sleep at night. You couldn’t bear the thought of never feeling his lips against yours or your skin ever again. You couldn’t face the fact that you would never get to sneak downstairs to his studio when he was in the middle of one of his creative moods and watch how passionate he was for his music, just like everything else in his life. There were so many things that you were too weak to let go of. You couldn’t leave him…because you loved him.

However, no matter how much you loved him, no matter how much you cared for him, no matter the fact that you would do anything for him, you weren’t enough…He deserved better.

You startled from your depressing thoughts, the gorgeous crystal bottle almost slipping out of your hand as the front door slammed closed at the end of the front hallway beside the kitchen. Panic blossomed in your abdomen as footsteps sounded down the hall. He wasn’t supposed to be home until later. You were supposed to have more time to pull yourself together and leave. Damn it, why couldn’t you have just done what was right when you first pulled the Snapchat article up on you phone? Why were you such a terrible person?

“Baby?” a voice echoed down the hallway.

Instead of answering, you screwed the bejeweled cap back onto the liquor bottle and tipped your glass back to swallow a mouthful of the burning liquid as a tall figure made his way around the corner of the hallway into the kitchen.

“There you are, babe,” B/N exclaimed as he approached you from behind, leaning over your shoulder to place a quick kiss on your cheek as his hand skimmed down your back to grip your butt briefly, “What are we celebrating?” he asked, not missing the flashy vodka bottle on the counter beside you but completely missing your somber attitude as he walked to the cabinet to grab a glass for himself, wanting to join the fun. You hadn’t opened the bottle since he had gotten it for you, so by his reasoning there had to be something special going on.

He was so innocently excited and it almost had you in tears. His childlike innocence was another thing you were going to miss terribly. But you stifled the tears and forced a smile, the alcohol assisting instead of hindering for once. This was a happy occasion for him after all. He was right. You two should be celebrating.

“Why, we are celebrating your bright future, B/N,” you exclaimed brightly before tossing back another mouthful of the icy alcohol.

A giggle escaped your lips as you turned to face B/N, who had just finished filling his glass with ice, and raised your glass to him. Your merry illusion almost cracked as you drank in his figure, a figure you were so very familiar with. He looked painfully good in his white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His dark hair was windswept and was begging you to run your fingers through it and mess it up more. But it was his smile that had you almost breaking down again, damn that smile! You caught yourself, however, and kept your composure, reminding yourself that you were doing this for him. This was for the best…

B/N eyed you suspiciously though his smile remained, knowing you well enough to now know something was off. You usually got giggly when you were drunk but he knew you weren’t drunk, slightly tipsy maybe but not drunk, not even close.

“To your future. To new and better opportunities. To your success. To your future happiness. I wish you all the best,” you exclaimed cheerfully, finishing off the drink in your hand before laughing quietly to yourself again

“Okay, babe, what’s going on?” B/N asked, his suspicion turning to foreboding as he set his glass of ice on the counter before grabbing your wrist and taking your glass out of your hand, “What do you know that I don’t? What new opportunities are you talking about?”

“Why, your new opportunity to find new love!” you proclaimed with a smile that was too bright, too fake, and eyes that were too glassy to be sincere, “A love that is worthy of you, that you deserve. The world is open and full of beautiful women who are more fit to be granted your attention. Women who will advance you and not hinder you.”

“What the hell are you saying?” B/N questioned you, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion, “I don’t need a ‘new love’. I have you.”

“It’s okay, I’ve fixed that dilemma,” you exclaimed, patting his cheek gently, “I’m leaving, see?” you continued, pointing to your duffel bag on the floor at the end of the counter, “I’m not going to hinder you anymore. Now you can find someone you deserve and be happy.”

“I am happy!” he insisted passionately as his hands grasped your shoulders, his confusion turning to anger and panic, “Who told you I wasn’t happy? Where is this coming from, babe? You can’t leave me.”

“Oh, B/N,” you sighed, unable to resist any longer as you reached up to run your hand through his soft hair, relishing in the feel of the strands weaving through your fingers, “You don’t understand. You’re confused,” you insisted with a sad smile as you unconsciously turned to look at your phone next to you, “This is what’s best for you, for your future. You need a woman who is beautiful, fashionable, talented, intelligent, and…not me. You need someone who fits you. Not someone who is so beneath you.”

His expression only became more confused and frustrated as you pressed on. Where the hell did all of this come from?! You had been perfectly fine when he had left this morning. You had spent an extra few minutes together in bed before he had finally forced himself to peel himself off of you so that he wouldn’t be late to work and you had certainly been happy then. What had happened between then and now that had you wanting to leave him?

B/N followed your line of sight when you became distracted by your phone and immediately ripped it out of your grasp when he saw the large text banner at the top of the screen, “The Most Eligible Bachelors and Their Perfect Matches.” He quickly scanned the tabloid article, becoming more enraged as he scrolled through the piece.

“You actually read this bullshit?!” he pronounced disbelievingly as he continued reading the description of the woman this article believed was his match in heaven, “You’re trying to leave me for this bullshit?!”

He looked up and for the first time since he got home noticed the story airing on the television behind your shoulder, a screen adaptation of the article he was reading on your phone. He felt like his blood was about to boil in his veins. You had dealt with three and a half years of people disapproving of your relationship. He knew it was hard on you because it was hard on him, but you had been through so much together. You had survived together and he had no intention of throwing all of that hard work away because the love of his life had somehow been influenced by a piece of shit article written by people who knew little to nothing about him.

“Are you kidding me?” he blurted, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him, “Please tell me you’re joking so that I can laugh about this.”

“I’m serious, B/N,” you asserted, shoving him off of you, your earlier cheeriness gone, replaced with determination, “I’m not good enough for you. I don’t deserve you. You deserve to find someone better.”

“You came to all of these conclusions based on this piece of trash article?!” he spat, placing his arms on the counter on either side of you so that you were boxed in, “Those people have no fucking idea what’s best for me because it sure as hell isn’t what’s written in that shitty article. How exactly do you find that you aren’t good enough for me? Please enlighten me on that fact.”

“I…I have no status. I’m just an insurance worker. I’m not important,” you stammered, your words stumbling over themselves under the scrutiny of his furious gaze, “I’m not beautiful enough for someone like you. I can’t offer you anything…”

“What the actual fuck?” he muttered angrily to himself as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “Is that the best you’ve got because you have yet to list a valid reason for you to walk out of that door on me. What the hell is wrong with being an insurance worker?! Don’t you know what you do is important? I have no clue what the hell is going on with my insurance. I need people like you just like everyone else in this world, so scratch that lousy excuse off of your list,” he demanded, his face becoming flushed as you seemed to be folding in on yourself in between his confining arms, “As for beauty, what the fuck do you mean you aren’t beautiful? Just because you aren’t walking on a runway or posing in front of cameras doesn’t mean you aren’t beautiful. So, I guess  you missed all of those mornings I made you late for work because I could not handle how you looked and had to have you for myself before anyone else was allowed to see you just so that I would be reassured that you were mine first. I guess you also missed all of the nights I spent telling you exactly how beautiful you were to me as I held you in my arms. Good to know that those words meant nothing to you. Damn, I thought we had been connecting on a deeper level. So, there goes shitty excuse number two,” he argued, his knuckles becoming white with how tightly he was gripping the countertop, “Now for this ‘I can’t offer anything’ shit. For three and a half years you have given me your time, your support, your patience, your love, your body…what else are you supposed to be able to offer me?”

“I’m not good enough,” you maintained softly, turning away from his gaze as tears threatened to break the barrier of your lower eyelids.

“You know what, Y/N?!” B/N practically yelled, gripping your chin again and turning you back towards him, “You literally have no argument to back that bullshit up! Do you really think we would have been together for three and a half years now if I wasn’t happy?! Disregarding what happens behind the closed doors of our bedroom…and, well, occasionally other places, I am not a masochist. If I was happy, we would not be together. I don’t like wasting my time and I know you sure as hell don’t like wasting yours, so you had better start singing a different tune, darling, because this one is getting really old really fast.”

“You don’t…that is…you…” you stammered, unable to form a coherent argument.

“What, Y/N?” B/N roughly asked, slamming his hands down on the countertop, causing you to jump a little bit, “Out of shitty arguments or do you have more for me?”

“Just shut up, B/N!” you screamed in frustration as you pushed out of the confines of his arms, “Just don’t…don’t talk anymore.”

“Why?!” he proclaimed, throwing his arms wide as he followed you to the end of the counter, “Because I’m right?! Because you literally have no reason to rip my heart out and walk out that door like you’ve been trying to do all night?!” B/N sniffed as a small part of his anger faded to despair at the fact that you were seriously trying to leave him.

“Stop talking, B/N!” you demanded again, your tears threatening to escape again.

Why didn’t he understand that this was best for him? Why did he have to make this so hard? Your heart was already breaking…

“You want me to stop talking?” B/N whispered, wiping the back of his hand across his eyes before leveling his gaze back on you, his eyes hard and almost predatory, “As you wish. No more talking.”

You had no time to react except for a surprised squeal as B/N crossed the distance between you in two furious strides before he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder, grabbing your duffel bag in transit. You had little choice but to grip the back of his shirt, terrified he would end up dropping you as he ignored all of your protests and kicked open the door to your shared bedroom. He forcefully slung the duffel bag across the room, the bag connecting with the opposite wall with a loud ‘thud’ followed by cracking glass as multiple framed pictures crashed to the ground from the force of the impact. B/N slammed the door and locked in before striding over to your bed and dumping you unceremoniously onto the mattress.

You weren’t drunk by any means but the amount of alcohol that you had consumed was making your head swim as you flew through the air. Before you could see straight again, B/N was on top of you, his shirt stripped off in a fury before he had your wrists pinned above your head with one of his hands and you thighs restrained with both of his.

“B/N—” you feebly protested before his lips cut off the rest of your complaint.

“No talking,” he roughly commanded before attacking your mouth again.

You resisted as long as you could but when B/N got like this you had little willpower. Soon you were kissing him back, each kiss leaving you more breathless than the last but at the same time, craving more. Right before you thought your lungs were going to burst from a lack of oxygen, B/N suddenly released you. A soft moan rose from the back of your throat as he pulled away, sucking on your bottom lip and biting it softly before freeing it completely. His mouth immediately moved to your neck, sucking and nibbling relentlessly.

“B/N—” you exclaimed breathlessly again but his free hand quickly closed over your mouth.

“You’ve always been terrible at taking direction, sweetheart, even now when it’s your own order,” he mumbled darkly against your skin before pulling away from your neck with an especially passionate suck and moving back into your view.

Even though his lips were gone from your skin, the stare he was giving you right now was enough to have you trembling under him.

“You know what’s unfair?” he asked after a few seconds of silence, his lips twitching into a smirk as he removed his hand from your mouth to trace the outline of your lips with his index finger, “I didn’t get to have any alcohol and you taste just like it. I guess I’ll just have to get drunk off of you…”

He offered you a slow wink before stealing a lingering kiss that had you pulling against his restraint, much to his amusement, before disappearing from your view again. His lips returned to your neck, marginally more gentle this time as he took his time making his way down its length while his hand slid under your t-shirt, caressing your skin and pushing the material slowly up your torso. When his mouth reached the collar of your shirt he shifted his hips back to trail his kisses up your stomach, starting at the patch of skin above your belly button. You couldn’t help squirming underneath him as his tongue and teeth explored with a mind of their own until he reached the edge of the lacy but comfortable bra you had worn that day.

“This one was always one of my favorites,” he whispered as he buried his face in the crevice between your breasts, turning and sucking softly at the skin of your breast that spilled over the top of the cup while the pad of his thumb skimmed over your nipple through the lacy fabric.

Your back arched into his mouth as he continued working at each of your breasts, his hand eventually finding the clasp at the middle of your back and removing the fabric to give him more freedom. The breathless and barely restrained moans escaping your mouth were driving him just as crazy as his mouth at your breasts were making you insane. He drew another muffled moan out of you as he drew his tongue roughly over your nipple again before shifting back up to your mouth to swallow the beautiful sound. He finally released your wrists and one hand immediately found itself wrapped in his hair while the other moved liberally over his torso, causing a groan of his own to surge from the back of his throat.

“How bad do you want me right now?” B/N suddenly asked softly against your lips, your hand tightening in his hair as one of his hands gently massaged your breast.

“B/N…” you sighed, attempting to pull him harder against your lips.

“How bad?” he pressed, resisting your pull but grinding his hips slowly over yours still trapped underneath him.

“B/N, please,” you pleaded softly, your nails digging into his back as your hips attempted to roll forwards but remained frustratingly restrained.

“This that you feel right now,” he mumbled into your ear, running his tongue lightly along the shell, “This desire, this need. I feel it too,” he revealed, moving down to suck at the sensitive patch of skin underneath your ear, “All the time, for you,” he insisted against your burning skin, “I need you and not just for sex. Don’t you understand?” he asked, shifting back to where you could see him again, “I need you. You are what’s best for me. I know because I decide what’s best for me in my life. Not the media, not the rest of the world, not you…me. I do. And I want you, now and always.”

“What if I still leave?” you asked quietly, your had massaging the back of his neck while the other skimmed lightly up and down the side of his torso, “What if I force you to find someone better?”

“You can’t,” he insisted, shaking his head, “I’ll spend all of my time trying to find you again. You want to ruin my career? Go ahead. Disappear before I wake up in the morning. Put me through that heartache and you’re damning me. You want what’s best for me? Give yourself to me, your body, your love, your support, all of it. Give it to me now and the rest of our lives…”

“Damn you, B/N,” you mumbled, pulling him down successfully this time and molding your mouth to his, “I love you…I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” B/N exclaimed, a mischievous glint in his eye as he shifted back to look down at you and moved off of your thighs, “I wasn’t too worried about you disappearing on me in the morning. You’re hardly going to be able to move…”


~Fire