and i don't know who else sorry!!!

theslaystuff  asked:

Who do you think would win in a fight ? Meta Knight ? Or DeDeDe

Holy shit that’s a tough question. O.O

On one hand we’ve got Meta Knight who, while everybody else was playing, he was studying the blade, while others were enjoying friendships and relationships he was studying the blade, while the rest was… you get the gist.  He studied the blade so much he eats the blade for breakfast. Heck, his catchphrase in Brawl was “Fight me“; he’s ready to fight 24/7.

Dedede, on the other hand is lazy and fat BUT he’s freaking strong and resilient, and his mechanized hammer is something one must fear. He knows how to fight and is the perfect tank, and if he’s got enough determination a real fight will ensue for sure.


…Ah, I can’t really choose! >_< Like, Meta Knight is perfect at fighting but Dedede’s got tons of aces up his sleeve… If I had to bet on one of them I would use the money to buy snacks to enjoy the battle instead, ‘cause it would be EPIC.

In stream the other day, we started talking about an Avengers Mall AU, and now I can’t stop thinking about it, because I have so many years of bad retail stories built up in my head and non-powered AUs usually don’t work for me, but the longer I think about it, the funnier this gets.

Steve and Sam are two guys who retired from their military branches and teamed up to run an artesian bespoke candy shop.  Steve has no idea half of their sales comes from the fact that Sam put the candy pulling hook in the front window and teenage girls just stand there, drooling.  Sam is totally aware of this, and uses it to ALL his advantage when he’s doing the sugar work.  

Bucky took a part time job at the Hot Topic across the way because hell, he was spending all his time hanging out with Sam and Steve, might as well get paid.  He was the only reliable employee over the age of seventeen; he is now the manager and he’s FURIOUS about it.  His staff is made up of Nico, Kamala and Sam Alexander and various people who get hired and then don’t make it through the training because Bucky glaring at you while you take register training is just SO HARD TO HANDLE.  No one is sure if he’s after Sam or Steve or both.

The SHIELD crew runs a pretty decent mall restaurant, but yeah, used to be a Golden Corral and Fury reserves the right to yell “Do you see a buffet here?” at anyone dumb enough to think it still is.  He doesn’t actually do it, because most of the people who are confused enough to ask are retirees who remind him of his grandma, but still.  He reserves the right.  Nat is a truly terrifying line cook, Maria’s front of house, and Phil’s the head waiter.  Clint doesn’t actually work there, but he’ll put on an apron and belt out an impressive rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ in exchange for free food, and no one else on staff wants to do it, so he eats there A LOT.

Clint is always in the mall.  In the back corridors.  Hanging out in the food court.  Wandering up and down the anchor store escalators.  Everyone thinks he works somewhere else.  No one knows where he actually works.  There is a betting pool.  It has been building for YEARS.

Jan runs the sort of high end boutique that has like, four outfits in two sizes on six gigantic racks.  There are no prices.  You do not ask how much it is. You know if you can afford it.  If she likes you, you can afford it.

Thor runs the hardware store.  No one knows why the hardware store is there.  This is not the sort of place one would see a hardware store.  Thor says he inherited it from his father, and it was there before the mall, and no one really wants to look into it.  Mostly, they seem to get by on selling knives..  Big knives.  Little knives.  Knives as long as your arm.  They get by on selling knives, because who’s buying screws at this place?  Oh, right, anyone Sif TELLS to buy screws.  "You need screws.“  "Oh, no, I-”  "You can always use more screws.“  "Y-yes, ma'am.”  She might be domming half of their customers without knowing it.  The Warriors Three run the stock room.  Badly.

Bruce runs the used bookstore down on the lower level where he can’t really afford the rent but the mall management like saying there’s a bookstore, and no one else is going to rent that hole, so he gets to stay, hiding in his piles and piles and piles of used books.  Mostly science and history, but he does a brisk business in romance novels and murder mystery paperbacks.  He likes it down there.  He wishes people would stop trying to get him to come upstairs to socialize.  He also kind of wishes people would stop coming down TO socialize.  His cousin Jennifer runs the register and helps the customers most days, she’s very quiet and very mild mannered and wears very lumpy clothes and giant eighties style glasses, so no one recognizes her when she goes to her second job, as a crossfit instructor for the gym on the top floor.  Jenn is, as they say, RIPPED. Put her in a leotard and her whole personality changes, it’s like she’s a different person.

Carol is a recovering alcoholic ex-pilot who runs the bar at the ‘bad’ chain restaurant down on the far end of the ground floor.  Other than the SHIELD place or the food court, it’s the only place to eat in the mall, and honestly, you’d be better off in the food court.  The food is trash, but she can mix a mean mojito and she knows every secret of every worker in the place, and she’s paid double on Saturdays because she’s her own bouncer.

Jessica Drew runs the arcade on the main floor, one of those stupid ones with 'glow mini-golf’ and games that constantly spit out tickets, you know, legalized gambling for children.  It’s a chain, but the give out far too many prizes and she and her staff (Peter, Miles, Anya) would be fired if they also weren’t the highest grossing location on the eastern seaboard.  They throw the best birthday parties in the state, and have a waiting list that’s like, months long.

Wanda’s shop sells… Something.  No one knows what any of this stuff does.  Or if it’s legal to own.  But when you find something you want, OH GOD YOU REALLY WANT IT.  She mostly sits and reads, and drinks tea from Hank McCoy’s tea shop. 

Stephen Strange quit his job as a surgeon and retired to run a magic and joke shop.  If you ask him why, he just shrugs and said he made some very bad choices.  A relative somewhere oversea, Asia, Clint says it was somewhere in Asia, died and left him some sort of inheritance.  So now he just sells fake rubber vomit and teaches slight of hand.  Buy him a drink, and learn more than you wanted to know about card tricks.  Walk into his shop, and be prepared to sit through at LEAST four card tricks before you can escape.

Greer run’s “Tigra’s Treasure Trove” on the second floor, it’s the anime and manga and gaming and comic shop.  She wears cat ears and a tail.  Every day.  No one’s sure if she does it to bring in the otaku, or if it’s a lifestyle choice.  No one wants to ask.

Tony owns the mall.  Owns like a hundred malls across the country.  No one knows, Obie does the day to day running of the management company, but Tony owns them.  He’s mostly in it for the buying and selling, but he likes this mall.  This one.  He likes it here.

He has a Sharper Image type store on the top floor.  It’s him and Rhodey and Pepper and Pepper will kill them both one of these days but he sells the sort of stuff you do not need but God you want it.  You walk into his store and it’s all apple store chic, white and chrome and gleaming surfaces, collapseable tablets and robots and holographic projectors and all the geek chic that you want and everyone in the mall wants something from him, they’ve all got something on layaway (he only does layaway for other retail workers because he doesn’t want to keep track of this stuff) except Steve and it makes him insane.  He spends far too much time trying to figure out what he can stock or create or build that will get Steve into his shop.

Pepper calls them “Steve-Grabbers,” Like 'grandma grabbers’ but designed to attract the most sincere hipster she’s ever met and she’d kill Tony over adding this stuff to stock without telling her, but it all sells.  It all sells.  In his desperate attempt to attract Steve, Tony misses and attracts EVERYONE ELSE.

what the signs say when being called out on their bullshit
  • Aries: YEAH BITCH I DID IT. AND??? YOU GONNA FIGHT ME?? GO ON
  • Taurus: Ignores you; Acts like they didn't hear what you accused them of
  • Gemini: Just smiles and doesn't respond to you
  • Cancer:
  • Leo: I did it because I CAN and if I want to I can do it again and you don't have the right TO SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT
  • Virgo: Can you prove it? No? Then stop talking
  • Libra: Sorry, it was unintentional...
  • Scorpio: What? I never did anything wrong. YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO'S WRONG HERE
  • Sagittarius: Okay let me tell you why you're wrong kiddo-
  • Capricorn: I don't know what you're talking about, you're being dellusional. Get ur shit together
  • Aquarius: I'll give you 5 bucks if you shut up about it and not tell anyone
  • Pisces: Shut up don't be such a crybaby about it. BITCH I SACRIFICED MYSELF FOR YOU I did it for everyone else's good you will see that in 3 years
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I want to be a reporter. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.

anonymous asked:

i think jieun won't die because bum is NOT A KILLER and he's going to try to kill sangwoo since he doesn't love him anymore (ch.15) so they either run away together or jieun runs and she's going to find seungbae and he's going to save bum and that's how the bl will start because i refuse to accept sangwoo/bum toxic relationship to be the focus of this story, also seungbae is the only one who can save bum

Ji Eun will most likely die. Bum will most likely help Sangwoo kill her either willingly (because he listens to what Sangwoo says) or unwillingly (because he wants to save his own neck. literally.). Bum has BPD which can make him feel different things for Sangwoo as seen throughout the entire Killing Stalking series up until its current chapter. Bum will not be able to kill Sangwoo even if he tries because he does not have the physical capabilities to do so. Bum also cannot run away because of the current condition his legs are in. Ji Eun is handcuffed to the basement which means she is definitely no longer capable of running away. The door is also apparently locked and cannot be opened from the inside. The BL started from Chapter 1 when we learned that Bum had a thing for Sangwoo. The manhwa and its description are centered on Bum and Sangwoo who do, in fact, have a toxic relationship which is ultimately the focus of the story. Also, Seungbae, the only one who can save Bum, is probably running around with coffee cups in his hands right about now.

dooble for day 3 of @dirkweek. floating… hogwarts… au… thing?? idk my son being happy makes me happy



woW tumblr messed up the quality. click for a not blurry version?

I think Roger Waters’s voice is concrete proof that you don’t need to be an amazing vocalist to make good music. You just have to be passionate about your music and use your emotions as a catalyst for your voice.

leahlisabeth  asked:

“i’ve been travelling a lot and somehow you’re in every single city i go to seriously what the fuck who even are you how are you doing this” au

Kay, so I know you were thinking Andreil and them meeting under different names - or at least with Neil having different names. Don’t ask me why that lead me to think “spy au” when it really should have been a soulmate au. (Also don’t ask me about this spy au I have no idea what I was doing, I don’t even know if they’re actually spies or it’s just a mobster thing, I don’t *k n o w*)

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There was something off about the whiskey in this city.

It didn’t seem to matter which pub he stepped into – any local brew here in Bornholm had a certain… something in the taste of it. Perhaps something to do with the cask the brew had been aged in… but he couldn’t be sure…

“What do you know of Danish whiskey?” Andrew asked, to seemingly no one. The bartender, bored of cleaning glasses, tossed him a curious glance and then scanned the room, seeing only distant guests chatting quietly by the windows. She might have answered him if he had spoken in Dutch or even English. But his question had been voiced in Russian and it was intended for the man looming behind him in the shadows.

The bartender startled when the man sat down beside him. Clearly, she hadn’t known he was there. Typical, Andrew thought, for one of Riko’s Kingsmen.

“Very little, I’m afraid,” the man answered, somehow not making any creaks or squeaks in the aged wooden bar stools. “I never grew the taste nor the interest.” A small wave of his hand dismissed the bartender, who had come over in anticipation of an order to break the monotony of her day. Disappointed, she let them be.

“Not going to run?” The man asked, curious but not thrown off-balance by the abrupt difference in their regular routine of international cat and mouse. Such grace was probably expected when running in Riko’s inner circles.

“You always seem to find me,” Andrew mused, swirling his off-tasting whiskey in its tumbler. “How is that, exactly?”

“You are stupid enough to think Riko cannot find you.”

Andrew chuckled to himself. “Riko cannot find anything I don’t want him to find.” He took a sip of his drink, then turned to his companion and looked him up and down. Grey, non-descript clothes and a wool trench coat, revealing nothing about his build, style, wealth, or loyalties (national or otherwise). He was as inconspicuous as ever. “I meant why is it you who always comes? You’ve hardly been effective at bringing me in.”

The man said nothing, did nothing, and Andrew almost laughed. “Who is it who’s found me this time? Alex, Alfons, Sven? I’ve lost track the number of aliases you’ve given to me to burn.”

“Call me Joseph.” Andrew scowled, pretending that barb didn’t dig under his skin. It was a stinging reminder that he knew next to nothing of the man Riko kept sending to pursue him – whereas Andrew’s life story was parceled somewhere in a neat little file folder and Joseph had read it. Probably more than once. “He won’t play this game much longer, you know. You’ll have to fight back eventually.”

“Will I?”

“You’re running out of cities to hide in and Riko knows it.”

“Does he think he’s running me into a corner?” Andrew finished off his whiskey, letting the burn of alcohol remind him to hold his tongue as much as possible. For Aaron’s sake. “You know the fun thing about traps? When they go off, it doesn’t make a difference who fell into them.”

“…You mean to turn Riko’s own plans against him?”

“I plan to let Riko orchestrate his own downfall and laugh from Hell when he joins me there.”

Joseph fell silent, a hand brought to his chin as he contemplated this new information. Andrew’s eye caught on the tattooed ‘4’ on his cheek and he almost reached to itch at the ‘5’ mirrored on his own face. Instead, he motioned for another drink, trying not to worry that he had revealed too much. Let Joseph scurry back to the Raven King with this warning. Let Riko be on his guard, let Riko grow suspicious and paranoid – whatever it took to keep Moriyama eyes following the wrong twin.

Even if it made his skin crawl to be made prey again, made his hair stand on end every time he felt eyes follow his movements behind his back.

Hell would be an eternal rest compared to this hunt.

Joseph’s ice blue eyes flickered back towards Andrew when the bartender brought over his second drink. Smoothly, Joseph plucked the drink from Andrew’s hand and took a quick sip of it himself. Setting it back he merely said, “Tastes like wine.”

Andrew peered in the glass, as though he would be able to see what Joseph meant by merely staring hard enough. Wine in whiskey…? After his own sip, he began to debate whether he was curious enough to google about Danish whiskey later on. He decided he wasn’t.

Joseph stood, again in such a way that no sound was made, even though the chair was pushed back against the floor. “When he sends Drake,” Andrew ignored the impulse to flinch, “you’ll know he’s done preparing.”

“Drake, huh?” Andrew drawled, remembering that the name would mean nothing to Aaron. “Will that be another alias of yours?”

Joseph violently gripped the back of his chair. Andrew had the crazy idea that Joseph would have preferred to seize Andrew’s own hair. Or maybe his neck. “Drake will know you when he sees you.” Carefully, Joseph leaned in close to Andrew’s ear and whispered, “Like I did, Andrew.”

Now that was surprising.

Andrew took a minute to stare Joseph down, scrutinized his every feature for recognition that must be there. Black hair, he thought, eyeing auburn waves. Merryhill Elementary. Sacramento, he remembered, memories of keeping his distance from all the other students and watching one other boy do the same.

“Abram…” He didn’t say it so much as the name simply escaped his mouth, running along his exhale the same way Abram had run all those years ago, in the middle of October. Everyone had called him William back then, but Andrew had noticed he never responded to it and had bullied him into telling his real name. Andrew had never told anyone else and he had never actually spoken the name aloud before now.

Not even six years after Merryhill, when he had spotted a boy bearing a striking resemblance to Abram that he almost called out. They were in Phoenix then, his foster family roaming some mall or other on the only vacation Andrew had ever seen as a child. He might have said hello, just to investigate, but the boy’s mother was yanking him away, scolding him for reckless behaviour and calling him Casper.

His eyes were brown then, Andrew thought, wary of the pale blue that barred Abram’s soul from him.

“You need the Queensguard,” Abram insisted, unshaken by Andrew’s remembrance. “Let Kevin help you.”

Andrew scoffed, unconvinced. If Andrew had heard the rumours of the Queensguard, an inner group rebellious to Riko’s Kingsmen, then Riko already knew about it. “Kevin is the one who needs help.”

“Why do you think he kept sending me to find you?” Abram finally relaxed his grip on the chair, seeming to relax now that their games and deceptions were done with. How long had he been waiting for Andrew to realize? Did he think he already had? “I told Kevin after the first mission that you weren’t Aaron and it only made him want you worse.”

“Should I be flattered?”

“You are of invaluable worth to Kevin, much more so than your brother is to Riko. Aaron is Riko’s grudge and his betrayer but you? You could be Kevin’s answer.”

Andrew glared and pressed a knife to Abram’s thigh in one quick move. “I am nobody’s answer.”

Abram pushed on, “Kevin’s Queensguard has all the pieces but he’s no match for Riko as a mastermind. You? You’ve already outsmarted Riko a dozen times over, toying with him on this wild goose chase. But Riko’s gonna tire of playing the game by your rules and when he sends Drake for you and discovers the truth, there will be nothing you can do to protect your brother.”

The knife dug two inches into flesh. Andrew wondered if he expected Abram to react with more than a blink of surprise. As one of Riko’s Kingsmen, Abram was probably used to knives, used to torture.

Aaron had been.

“You need bigger toys,” Abram insisted, backing away and off of Andrew’s now-bloody knife. Abram, to his credit, only shifted his weight and pulled his coat tighter, ensuring no bloodstain could be seen. “Come to Paris eight days from now. Meet Kevin yourself and see if you can do better on your own.”

And then, before Andrew said anything else, Abram laid some Euros on the bar and left, no limp apparent to any eye less discerning than Andrew’s. He wondered if he ought to demand more specific details on where exactly in Paris he was supposed to meet Kevin but he decided not to worry.

If he was in the city when the time came, Abram would be sure to find him.

anonymous asked:

How can you tell when you really do need stitches vs when it's ok. (I have googled this but honestly I'm not really sure.) my hip wound has not stopped bleeding in a hour (I think roughly) but it's not too heavy I don't think. I'm sorry this has got to be annoying I just don't have much of a frame of reference for this or know what to do. My first aid kit is exclusively bandaids and Kleenex and I can't get anything else for it. Sorry again I'm just kinda worried

Oh, wow, okay, I just saw this and your first message just now. Is there an urgent care center or a free clinic of some kind you could go to? Do you know any medics or nurses who you could call? You really should go to a doctor. It sounds like you’ve cut through to the fat layer. If it gets badly infected, you’ll need antibiotics.

I’m not a doctor or medical professional of any kind - I’m only trained to make sure you’re as OK as can be before you get to a real medic. Band-aids aren’t going to be much use to you. What you’ll need is sterile dressing - an absorbent material you can apply directly to the wound. Can you get some from a pharmacy? They shouldn’t cost much, and you might be able to convince a clerk to give them to you for free if you are in urgent need.

If you have sanitary pads or tampons, those will work in a pinch. They’re not sterile, but what you need to do is stop the bleeding. Open a pad and apply the cotton side to the cut, or unroll a few tampons and do the same. Hold in place and apply pressure. If it soaks through with blood, add more dressing and keep pressing. You may need to hold it there under pressure for up to half an hour - if your hands get tired, lean against a wall or tie it to yourself.

If it’s still bleeding after half an hour, change the dressing and keep pressing. Once it’s stopped bleeding, wait 20-30 minutes and then clean it out with potable water. You may need a lot. Use soap.

If you don’t have sterile dressings for it and you can’t get any? You can prepare a tshirt. https://thesurvivalplaceblog.com/2014/01/21/survival-first-aid-how-to-make-and-clean-your-own-cloth-bandages-2/

You may very well need stitches. I can’t tell from your description, and I might be wrong if I saw it. If you can’t get to a professional you could have an ugly scar that restricts movement, or worse - a dangerous infection.

anonymous asked:

I really hate it when males use their privilege to get in comfortable positions, acquire skills etc, then transition and go on about how "cis" women are lame for being less achieving than them. Like, yes, of course you are more successful, you were priviledged from birth for being born with a penis! (sorry for the rant, I don't know where else I can express this, I'm so afraid of backlash)

Oh you mean like how the Wachowskii brothers who both built their careers with the advantage of being white men now get to be hailed as the top “””female””” directors because they decided to play dress up? 

You know over women who have had to claw and scrape and work twice as hard because they didn’t have the privilege of being born male?

Don’t be afraid of the backlash. It’s bullshit and we should keep calling it out.

One of my least favorite things about the Gorillaz fandom is how so many people are like “we want less hip hop!!! too much collaboration!!! more Damon plz’

like.. …. . the whole point is to let other artists with various perspectives and backgrounds speak and Albarn is just orchestrating it and adding his flavor so it’s cohesive………..

Maybe if you’re asking for less hip hop………………….just stop listening to Gorillaz expecting that because it won’t ever happen……??? (Exception being The Fall, if you count it )

Everyone’s entitled to an opinion but it just makes no sense??? They can’t all be 19-2000 or Feel Good Inc with the rap edited out (yeah I’ve fucking seen this requested and done, people love to edit the rap parts out of Gorillaz songs smfh) like sorry you’re 12 and listen to Twenty One Pilots on repeat and nothing else and the hip hop collabs are too radical for you but Damon Albarn doesn’t care!!!!!!!

shoutout to people who are dependent on one person

shoutout to people who have fp’s and get called crazy and obsessive for it

shoutout to people who are constantly being told that its not healthy to prioritize one person too much

shoutout to people who put someone above everybody else and themselves. you’re not insane or a stalker and deserve all the love and support. its okay, there’s nothing wrong with you

Gaaaaah I have a job interview tomorrow!! Well technically it’s today gaaaaah I’m excited but freaking out!!

anonymous asked:

honestly please continue to write lgbt+ people even if you dont fully understand their experiences, make mistakes and learn from them. interview community members for their perspectives. do the same research for anything else you don't know about and don't be afraid of having to say im sorry and be forthright and honest when you need to apologize. i trust that you are able to do all of this and i trust that you are able to evaluate your own assumptions <3

Thank you, anon! That’s my policy, to not be afraid to apologize when I misrepresent a group of people, but to keep writing! I appreciate your support! Honestly, thank you everyone who has sent messages like this or commented on that post. It means a lot to me!

I do want to explain a little bit more why I made that post though.

I don’t know exactly what that anon was having an issue with. I am open to learning and will be reading more LGBTQIA+ literature, of course, and understand that as a cis, white woman I have a lot of privilege. I understand that my personal experience isn’t a catch-all representation of the community.

I’m writing gay people from my experiences as a bi woman and also from contributing to safe spaces during my time at college. I’ve been the organizer of a fair few LGBTQIA+ events, including one where we talked about LGBTQIA+ representation in the media. I’ve marched in half a dozen protests and taken college level classes on the issues the community has faced, is facing, and will potentially face.

None of that means that I don’t make mistakes! What it means is that I care a lot about fixing those mistakes.

So it really bothers me when I don’t get that opportunity to address these issues because I do want to improve. 

Special thanks to @afanofmanystuffs, @elleleuthold, @la-rainette   and @starlightmagika who have all been very positive, encouraging and constructive! I love @lgbtqreads, I have so many more books on my reading list now!

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Favourite colour:black and burgundy

Pet: I don’t have pets ;-;

Wake up time: 2 a.m. - 7 a.m.(I die every morning…)

Love or lust: well I would go for love ofc but it’s all connected

Favourite food: salad, potatoes, chicken and literaly anything because I love food more than I love myself…

Met a celebrity?: yes I met this one band that’s famous in my country. I hope to meet the gazette one day and die on spot…

Last song listened to: Breaking Benjamin - Fade away

First kiss:the one I count happened when I was 12-13 not really sure

Tall or short: 5'8 considered tall but I’m average in my country (giants live here)

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anonymous asked:

Y'all act as though I don't try to interact. Like I don't try to be a part of things but my stuff is always ignored. I've been part of this fandom since the beginning and never got a foot in the door no matter how hard I tried. It's always the same people. Always tagging one another instead of reaching out to smaller blogs.

Here’s the thing here Anon. Nonnie. Anonymous person I can’t properly respond to because you’re, well, on anon.

I wasn’t here at the beginning of the fandom. I didn’t actively get into this fandom until early 2015, almost a full year after the film had come out.

I didn’t know anyone coming in. So you know what I did? I produced content. But not only did I produce content, I reached out. I reached out because no one knew who I was. I came in without a clue and I just started tagging blogs that I noticed or responding to their post so I could start a dialogue. 

How do you think I met the people I did? The people I tag all the the time in posts? For @secondarysushicorps @kingsmanposts and @getinthefuckingjaeger, I found out they were all from a region I have family in through one of their posts and butted into the conversation and now I’ve met Nina in real life and text Kallie and tweet Mira.

I basically made fan edits and commentary for the original @kingsmanhartwin‘s fics until we started talking more and then I fangirled the current owner of the account into being friends with me too when I found out about her original work.

I think I met @elletromil and @sententiousandbellicose around the same time and then that broke some kind of dam and suddenly I was knee deep in new people I hadn’t even noticed on tumblr before, both big and small blogs.

I made friends, and I still have those friends, the “same people” I tag over and over because guess what? I know what they like. I know what they’re interested in. Because we’re friends. And they do the same for me because they know what I like and am interested in.

And you know? I do reach out to smaller blogs, new blogs, whenever I see them on my dash or when I’m browsing the Kingsman tag.

But you can’t expect me or anyone else to constantly be looking.

We do what we can to be accepting, welcoming, and to open dialogue with others, but as I already said, you cannot expect me or anyone to constantly be reaching out.

It’s a two way street. You have to put in the effort to. You can be in a fandom for forever and no one can know who you are and it sucks. I know that. Kingsman was my fourth fandom and the first one that I actually made friends in. But it was also the one that I put the most effort into. 

But I don’t know what to tell you, Nonny. I can’t really say anything more than I’ve already said. On my part, I tag people I know. I reach out to smaller blogs when I see them. I reblog content that I like in the tags and on my dash. I’m sorry if that’s not enough.

  • Aaron: Now this is what real men eat.
  • Robert: That's not eating, that's forcefeeding.
  • Aaron: Chuck us that salmon.
  • Robert: What, that salmon that you turned your nose up at?
  • Aaron: Come on...
  • Robert: You want it, you're gonna have to go and get it.
  • Aaron: Really?
  • Robert: Yeah, go on.
  • Aaron: Really? (reaches for it but Robert grabs it) Come on, just give it here.
  • Robert: Okay. All right, go on -
  • Aaron: Give it here. Right, give it me.
  • Robert: Okay, okay, you win.(gives him the salmon)
  • Aaron: We should have done this on our wedding day.
  • Robert: What, garage too civilised for you?
  • Aaron: Well, might have livened things up a bit.
  • Robert: Oh, I'm sorry, was it that boring?
  • Aaron: I've had better.
  • Robert: Yeah? Well, I haven't. (KISS) You know, I'm really proud of you doing this counselling tomorrow.
  • Aaron: Come on, I don't wanna talk about that now.
  • Robert: Okay. So what do you wanna do?
  • Aaron: It's your picnic. You decide.
  • Robert: We could always have another go at our wedding night.
  • Aaron: So you wanna go back already?
  • Robert: Who said anything about going back? Or is that something else you don't do outside? (Aaron gets up) Well, I didn't mean out here!
  • Aaron: So now who's nesh? (unzips his hoodie)

laya2195  asked:

My daddy thinks I'm letting someone else leave marks on my body. I was attacked & bitten by a dog recently. I texted him the picture & there were bruising around the bites. He has it in his head that I'm lying & I let someone do that to me. He's been ignoring me for 2 weeks because of it. I want to crawl into a dark hole & dissappear because my Daddy won't speak to me. I would NEVER let any man who isn't Daddy put his hands on me. I don't know what to do. What do you think I should do Mister?

I think you should drop his sorry abusive ass. I mean seriously, this type of thing infuriates me to no end. When will daddy’s understand that neglecting and ignoring their Littles is out right abuse and abandonment.

Abuse isn’t always physical.

Would you take a four-year-old child and lock them in a cage and shove them into a dark room and walk away?

UHHH NO

would you drive your sweet loving caring grandmother out into the middle of nowhere and push her out of the car and drive away?

UHHH NO

Would you repeatedly punch the person in the face that you’ve pledged to love and give your devotion and admiration to… The person that you’ve sworn to take care of and watch over and make sure is safe?

UHHH NO

then why is it OK to essentially treat your little in this same way? Because all of those things are what’s happening in her mind when you ignore her and leave her to be.

He clearly doesn’t trust you… And he clearly doesn’t deserve you either. You need to get out of this abusive relationship and run as far away from this idiot as possible.

Guys who behave in this fashion are manipulators first. They will use techniques like this in order to keep you crushed under their thumb because they know that you will put up with it and that you will endure it.

STOP IT.

Realize your worth and get yourself out of the situation. Because there’s a ton of actually loving daddy’s who are not abusers out there who would probably love to have you as their little.

7,000,000,000+ people on this planet at least a good portion of them have to be within this lifestyle according to statistics.

Please for the love of all things Pete, end your abusive relationship, realize your worth, and stand up for yourself.

You are being abused.

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