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anonymous asked:

Hey! If you ever feel bad about taking a long time writing something just remember I've had a fanfic idea for the past 3 months and have only written have of the first chapter that will more than likely be deleted :D <3 You're amazing and I love you!!

Aaah what’s with all the amazing sweet anons tonight??? Thank you so much! And man don’t even worry about 3 months, I’ve sat on ideas for *years* before they’ve gone anywhere. And some of them are still incubating!!! 

<3 u too!!!

alexbellen  asked:

Hello dear~ I am new to this request thing but I would love to see Hanzo, 76,Genji,and Reaper(separate) in love with or courting a fluffy(bigger gal who is about 5'8 a little taller then most gals) southern who is a huge sweetheart! who is a healer but if not that's fine~ She loves them no matter what they do or did and loves showing them how much she care with gifts (like crocheted items and homemade tea) and honest sweet compliments! She may sneak in some hugs if she can! Thank you so much!!

Just wanna say, not only did I accidentally delete this once but I got carried away twice and it still did not end up exactly how it should have. Definitely veered off the request path a bit but its still kind of cute and I…I hope you still love it.


  • When Hanzo first met you, he had no interest in you. Not right away anyway.
  • To be fair though, Hanzo really has no interest in anyone. People are just a bunch of faces, and half are rude, deceitful or liars. So he usually just doesn’t notice anyone…including woman.
  • What first brought his attention to you was when McCree struck up a conversation with you. You were sitting at a table in a small diner that was beside you, sitting on your laptop as you typed away.
  • Hanzo was focused on stirring his tea, but after a few minutes he finally began to tune in. Your voice had a soft lilt, and as he studied you, Hanzo found the soft southern lilt of your voice and the way your eyes sparkled like jewels to be rather enchanting. No thoughts of your size flitted across his mind, no comparisons to any other woman he’d ever met. He was simply entranced with your voice.
  • When you giggled at something McCree said, Hanzo finally started to get into the conversation, to Jesse’s surprise. Hanzo thought you were intelligent, and liked how you spoke so passionately about your work in computer programming.
  • Jesse got your number at the end of the meal, almost two hours later. The three of you had been talking the whole time, though with McCree noticed the way Hanzo watched you with interest, he kind of backed off a bit. God forbid he try and steal the limelight from Hanzo when he finally has interest in an actual human being.
  • The three of you ended up meeting a few more times. It was really cute, because every time you all met up, you’d hand them both a small wrapped gift of cookies or sweets. McCree had noticed the way you glanced shyly at Hanzo whenever you handed it to him, or how you’d watch eagerly to see if Hanzo really enjoyed it.
  • The more time you spent together, Hanzo found himself falling for you harder and harder. He started noticing little details about you. The way your ears went pink when you were embarrassed. The way you spoke quickly and mumbled whenever you unsure of yourself. The fierceness with which you spoke about things that mattered to you. The shine in your eyes when you spoke of the past.
  • One day, he finally broke. “Y/n,” he said, pulling you to the side as the three of you neared the end of your walk through the park “If possible…would you be opposed to me courting you?”&#157;
  • For a moment you both blinked. Jesse face palmed at his stiff composure, while you simply looked stunned.
  • “You…you want to date me?” you squeaked, smoothing your shirt down. Like usual, your ears turned pink as you blushed heavily.
  • Hanzo stared at you quite intently, taking your hand in his with gentleness. “I do. I think your enchanting,” Hanzo admitted, and a smile teased the corner of his lips. “Exquisite.”
  • Ducking your head, you couldn’t believe what he was saying. You were a fluffier girl, with large hips and enough cellulite on your thighs that some women would explode over. ”You can’t mean that. I…I’m not really that pretty. Even i know that…”you said softly.
  • Taking your chin gently, Hanzo lifted your face. “I think you are beautiful. And if you are talking about your body…” Hanzo’s hands moved down to cup your waist, the warmth of his hands sending a tingle through you as he pulled you closer. “Your body is beautiful too. I see no imperfections before me,”&#157; Hanzo insisted, thumbs rubbing soft circles against you.
  • A shuddery breath left your lips. This was the first time a man, and one so beautiful, had ever spoke to you like this. Yet when you looked into his eyes, they seemed to hold conviction. 
  • “O-okay,”&#157; you whispered. “…I would love that. A lot…..”
  • A smile spread across his face, and he brushed his lips across your forehead in a soft kiss that left you weak in the knees. ”Thank you,” he murmured.
  • A cough sounded beside you, and Jesse rolled his eyes. “Can we get going? I”m happy for you and all but its getting mighty chilly out here,” he said and with a laugh, the three of you left the park.


  • The two of you have been together for almost seven months now
  • It had been a shock to you when he had first asked you out, and at first you’d thought it had been a joke. But he’d been persistent and you were delighted to agree.
  • Your weight really didn’t hold you back, nor did it bother you much. Rarely did you look in the mirror and frown, as you had been raised to be confident in yourself. And Jack seemed to have no problem, so why should you?
  • That didn’t mean you didn’t have your days though, nor those little thoughts niggling at the back of your mind, worrying about your weight and if you were ugly or not.
  • One time the two of you had planned on a big date, to celebrate making it to half a year together. Jack had it all planned out, and you were excited.
  • Deciding to go out, you wanted to buy a new dress for the occasion. Like any other woman, you liked to dress up for special occasions and you wanted to look good when he picked you up.
  • In the mall, you found this beautiful pearl gray dress that had a skirt that flared at the waist to the knees, and no back. It was a bit bolder, but you decided you really liked it and that it would work.
  • After purchasing the dress, you noticed at a shop across the hall that held a pair of shoes you should would look lovely with the dress. Hurrying over, you gingerly picked up a slipper and studied it.
  • Snickers caught your attention. There was a group of three women not far away, whispering to each other…except their whispers weren’t quiet enough.
  • “Its that girl again,” said one, rolling her eyes. “She knows that dresses are meant for pretty people, right?”
  • Another one, a blonde, covered her mouth and snickered again. “It was like watching a hippo try to get into a dress. Jeez, maybe if she laid off all the burgers…nah, she’d still probably look like that,” she said and the three of them laughed.
  • You stood frozen in place. It had been a long time since someone had commented on your weight, and the comments of those women had torn at your heart. They were laughing at you, you thought. A hippo…
  • “Oh my god…she’s crying…do you think she heard us?” whispered one girl to another in alarm.
  • After a moment you touched your cheek and felt the wetness of your tears…it had been awhile since you’d cried over something like your weight. With a sob, you dropped the shoe and went home.
  • The afternoon was spent crying in your bed. After exhausting yourself with your crying, you drifted in and out of sleep, the mean comments plaguing you. You didn’t even realize the time till the doorbell rang. 
  • When you didn’t answer, Jack walked in. Searching the house, he finally turned on your bedroom light and relaxed. “Oh, there you are. I thought you’d forgotten about the…” he stopped as you sat up, and noted how puffy your face was, the pink of your eyes and the faint mascara marks that you had tried to wipe away earlier.
  • “What happened? What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked, hurrying over and he sat on the edge of the bed, taking your hand. Fresh tears filled your eyes, threatening to spill. “Oh, baby, please don’t…don’t cry, sweetheart, please…”
  • Immediately he cupped your face gently, pressing his forehead to yours.
  • Letting out a ragged breath, finally you whispered, “Why did you choose to date me, Jack? Why me, out of everyone? There are…so many women who are prettier and thinner and look good…” 
  • For a moment he said nothing. It made him angry to think anyone had said something mean to you, but he was more in disbelief that someone had managed to tear down your self confidence and happiness so easily.
  • “Y/n, I want you to listen carefully,” Jack says softly, “You are beautiful. Every inch of you. There is nothing about you or your body that I do not adore. I don’t want a small girl. If I wanted a smaller girl, I would go date one. There is only one you and that is the woman I want.”
  • You let out a soft sob at his words, and buried your face into his shoulder. Jack cradled you, stroking your hair tenderly. “I’m in love with an angel, you know. She’s sexy, with these thick curves and this long hair and a smile that lights up a room,” he says softly, and he smiled softly as you cried harder, but he could see the smile tugging slightly at your lips at his mushy words. “She’s all I want. Your all I want.”
  • It was sweet of him. It took a bit, but finally you got yourself ready for the date. You calmed down a bit, and during dinner Jack spent the time talking to you about how perfect you were and what he’d fallen for.

From this point I have to try to make it a bit smaller cuz I’m just getting too out of hand, and taking too long writing this.


  • The two of you started out as best friends before you began to date
  • You were the first one to make a move. You’d had a crush on him for awhile, and you wanted to know if he might feel the same way for you…so you mustered up the courage and asked him out.
  • You were prepared, for there was a good chance he’d say no. But to your surprise and delight, Genji agreed without hesitation.
  • At first, it didn’t feel like there was really any change to your relationship. The two of you weren’t acting any different, except for the shy glances you’d send him.
  • Then slowly, the two of you began to flirt more and more, and you’d be holding hands or cuddling. The closer you both became, the more you feel for each other.
  • You loved hugging Genji. Surprise hugs were your favorite, especially since it was hard to actually sneak up on him
  • Genji never had a problem with your weight, and commented often on how beautiful his girlfriend was. The first time you both made love, he worshipped every inch of you. You were so scared that he’d hate looking at your body, especially when he saw the stretch marks
  • But he lavished you in love and could only remark on how despite thinking you couldn’t get any more gorgeous, he had been proven wrong.
  • One time Zarya tried to convince you to join her gym program, saying that it would help you lose weight. After dating Genji so long, you found that you had a renewed sense of confidence in yourself, and that you loved the body he obviously cherished 
  • “No thank you,” you’d said to her, and before you could convince her, a second pair of arms had slid around your waist out of no where. Giggling, you realize he had caught you in his own surprise hug.
  • “I second that,” he says, hands stroking your waist as he pressed a kiss to the back of your shoulder. “I like her just the way she is.”
  • Unable to come up with any better excuse, Zarya had left the two of you alone and Genji had taken you back to his room. As the two of you got into bed, ready for another tender round…
  • “Are you sure?” you asked softly, staring up at him. Your cheeks were pink, still unused to how to felt to show your naked form to him. Did he ever doubt his decision to be with you?
  • “Sure about what? About you?” he asks, before he gives you a rakish smile and presses kisses along your collar bone. “Always. I’ve never been more sure about anything or anyone in my life.” There was no hesitation in his answer.
  • Your heart melted when hearing such things from him. 


  • The two of you started dating one night in Overwatch, before he became Reaper. 
  • The women of Overwatch and Blackwatch were desperately for a break and some kind of celebration. So together, they had come up with a party to have at the base for everyone to attend.
  • Gabe had noticed you weeks and weeks before. You were cute, he thought, and he liked how shy you were. But more, he liked your kindness. You were always carrying around gifts for others, or helping others when they were sad.
  • The night of the dance, Gabe finally decided to go. The party was outside, and was huge. Lights were everywhere, a few tables with food off to the side. Music played and in the middle was the dance floor. Even Winston was dancing, Tracer giggling as she followed in suit.
  • His eyes scanned the crowd as he grabbed a glass of punch, downing it quickly. Where were you…
  • When his eyes found you, his heart raced wildly in his chest. You sat off to the side, wearing a long straight black dress that hugged your waist and thighs. You looked beautiful and wore a white coat that suited the dress.
  • No one sat with you, and he could see you looking longingly at the dance floor. How you wished someone would dance with you, or even sit and chat with you…you worked as one of the many assistants in the base.
  • Gabe, after a moment of getting a grip on himself, managed to pull himself together and walked over, wearing a dress shirt and pants, and even a red tie. 
  • When you saw him, your cheeks flushed and you looked shocked as he stood before you and offered you a hand. “Hey,” he said, giving you a crooked grin. “Um…care to dance?”
  • For a moment you stared at his hand. Then you let out a breath and took it, letting him lead you to the dance floor. You were surprised when his hands cupped your full waist, and he pulled you right against him without any kind of hesitation.
  • “Your confident,” you managed, managing a smile. Were most men as gorgeous as he was?
  • “Have to be, otherwise I have no chance with women as beautiful as you,” Gabe said with a wink, twirling you around.
  • Letting out a laugh, you were surprised by his words. “As beautiful as me? That’s not hard. I guess your just warming up for the prettier girls, right? Lets see…” you looked around, before pointing at a blonde you knew was a medic. “She looks like more your type.”
  • Gabe glanced over. “Angela? No. Not my type. Too mom-like. I like girls with spunk and a bit of meat on their bones,” Gabe said. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him quizzically. Was he joking??
  • “I doubt it. Men who look like you don’t date girls like me. You probably don’t even know who I am,” you said, shaking your head. “Or my age or what I do for a living-”
  • “Don’t call me a stalker, but your y/n. You are twenty seven and you work as one of Winstons many assistants in the computer labs,” Gabe says and pauses, before smiling sheepishly. “This isn’t the first time I’ve noticed you. Its just the first time I’ve been able to ask you to dance.”
  • It stunned you. The man knew who you were, what your name was. He’d taken the time to find out before this evening…he had planned this all along?
  • “Oh,” you breathed.
  • “So, um….what do you say about me taking you out to dinner sometime?” he asked, still dancing with you even when the song has ended. “Would you consider-”
  • “Yes,” you say immediately, your heart beating wildly.
  • A grin spread across his face. “Perfect. So, um, I plan to dance with you all evening…hope you don’t mind. I just don’t get this lucky often,” he says and winks at you.
  • With a soft laugh, you twirled once more in his arms. “Neither do I,” you murmur softly.

anonymous asked:

I'd be careful around calmdownanxiousone they "don't care" about people's preferences on who can and can't interact and disrespect it on every post with a dni banner not sure if they're in any of the communities but I know they interact with them

They also delete sources! great. what an asshole

@calmdownanxiousone is there a reason why you just had to clarify that you don’t care who reblogs your stuff on a post that doesn’t even belong to you and delete the sources?

you’re erasing people’s credit and honestly there’s literally no reason to say “I DONT CARE” on a post with a dni banner unless you’re trying to be an obtuse dick 

tbh like why would u hoard urls… like bro save 2 or 3 u rly consider u might switch to eventually but some of yall got 15+ urls that you just keep for the sake of having them/trade material and thats so like… mean… like some kids wanna make blogs with fun urls and ur just keeping a bunch of good ones for the fuck of it idk it rly rubs me the wrong way

;;  Hey guys. I’m going to be dropping some (a lot) of threads. I thought giving myself an official slow pace would help, but it’s not. The number keeps distracting me and I had more fun spending this weekend buried in books than I did checking my phone. And with the wedding coming up, this is just going to get worse.

I’ll be IMing those for threads I’m dropping. There’s no hard feelings – I’ve bitten off more than I can chew and I need to be able to stand on my own two feet again. I’ll also be clearing out my askbox. I’ll answer some I can, but most of them will be deleted.

If you have questions, don’t hesitate! If we have a thread that I haven’t replied to in a while (and might have been lost), please either like this, reply to it, or pop into my IMs. 

Thank you for understanding!

5 things I did that improved my mental health in the last 1 year

1. I realized my worth. It was so hard because it meant letting go of those who didn’t. And those were the people that I loved. It hurt so bad. When the ropes that tied them to me were cut, I got cut too. I bled. It hurt. But then those wounds healed like wounds always do. And Now? I am free.

2. I started taking care of myself and that involved going back to the things I learned as a child. Brush your teeth. Take a shower. Sleep on time. Sleep enough. Drink loads of water. Walk. Let your skin shower in sunlight. I keep a habit tracker. It’s simple. It lets me be conscious of my daily needs and whether or not I am fulfilling them.

3. I learned that you don’t always have to respond. To what people say, to that person texting you after 8 months of complete silence, to negative comments, to accusations. It doesn’t make you a coward. Not in the least. What it really does is, is let you be at peace. But the hard part? I also learned that you don’t always have to respond to ‘I love you’ either.

4. I learned to not be extreme. Yes I don’t want to do anything with them. But do I need to burn their letters? Delete all pictures? Even when I’m not sure how that will make me feel in the long run? No. I learned to store it all away in a place I wouldn’t touch until I wanted to. It’s been a year. I haven’t once touched.

It works for all aspects of life. Had a bad day at work? Do you just yell and quit? No. Have 100 bad days at work where they don’t respect you but still continue to be silent and work? No any extreme isn’t good.

5. Food is important. So important. They just don’t say ‘you are what you eat’ to sound silly. Food is literally you putting something in yourself. You gotta be more mindful of what, when and how much you’re putting in. Don’t restrict yourself. But don’t not monitor yourself either.

[!] Please Read.

To say that we wish there was another much nicer way that we could do this is an understatement. Though a group of writers involved in this incident have come to the agreement that this must be done not only for the sake of the people who are a part of these networks, but also to let the general public, their and our readers, know of this situation and who the people that they are idolising really are.

So, without further ado, welcome to the truth about the Penetration Station:

Keep reading

5 things I did that improved my mental health in the last 1 year

1. I realized my worth. It was so hard because it meant letting go of those who didn’t. And those were the people that I loved. It hurt so bad. When the ropes that tied them to me were cut, I got cut too. I bled. It hurt. But then those wounds healed like they always do. And Now? I am free.

2. I started taking care of myself and that involved going back to the things I learned as a child. Brush your teeth. Take a shower. Sleep on time. Sleep enough. Drink loads of water. Walk. Let your skin shower in sunlight. I keep a habit tracker. It’s simple. It lets me be conscious of my daily needs and whether or not I am fulfilling them.

3. I learned that you don’t always have to respond. To what people say, to that person texting you after 8 months of complete silence, to negative comments, to accusations. It doesn’t make you a coward. Not in the least. What it really does is, is let you be at peace. But the hard part? I also learned that you don’t always have to respond to ‘I love you’ either.

4. I learned to not be extreme. Yes I don’t want to do anything with them. But do I need to burn their letters? Delete all pictures? Even when I’m not sure how that will make me feel in the long run? No. I learned to store it all away in a place I wouldn’t touch until I wanted to. It’s been a year. I haven’t once touched.

It works for all aspects of life. Had a bad day at work? Do you just yell and quit? No. Have 100 bad days at work where they don’t respect you but still continue to be silent and work? No any extreme isn’t good.

5. Food is important. So important. They just don’t say 'you are what you eat’ to sound silly. Food is literally you putting something in yourself. You gotta be more mindful of what, when and how much you’re putting in. Don’t restrict yourself. But don’t not monitor yourself either.

Hansol - ToppDogg ( UPDATE )

Hello K-Pop fam, I’ve come to bring you another announcement.

Hansol had another Instagram live today and he looked so much better. His hair was all fluffy and cute and he smiled a few times. He apologized to the fans for making us worry and that’s he’s doing better.

He also said in E n g l i s h
“Please do not take screenshots and post them.” So if any of you have done that, PLEASE delete them. He was so kind to talk to the fans today, so please respect his wishes.

He told us that he’ll explain everything in a few years, so let us all hope and pray that he heals and things will go better for the group.

Thank you to all the fandoms that helped and supported ToppDogg and their fandom, ToppKlass, during this time. Please continue to show support if you can. Much love to all of you.

K-Family is the best <3

Monday Fic Rec

Well hello there, didn’t think I’d be doing one of those this week due to my internet connection issues but guess what I’ve got wifi again and all is well in the world so here you go:

baby, hold on to my heart by tightropeofhope:

Summary: Here was the dilemma: Louis and Harry were out with their mates window shopping because there was nothing else to do and Louis brought an antique ring, hoping to pawn it off to get some quick cash. It was a small, old thing, all rusted and gold, but it had its charm. The owner didn’t take it because of the minuscule crack down the middle of the jewel, so Louis just shrugged and handed it to Harry without a thought.

Louis gives Harry a ring as a joke, but Harry starts wearing the ring everywhere he goes.

The Inevitability of Life by kiddle:

Summary: Harry is not dying.

Well, he is, but in the same sense that everyone else is. Inevitably. Although, he’s not really living, either. Harry’s life is a routine. Every day he wakes up, eats the same breakfast, makes the same commute to work, works the same eight hour shift, and goes to bed at the same time. But when an accident on a train leaves Harry nearly looking death in the eyes, he realizes, theoretically, any day could be his last. Something needs to change. So he makes a list. The Fuck-It List: ten things he wishes he would’ve done if he were to die tomorrow. In the next ten days he wants to cross all of them off. Number one is to quit his job. The rest might require the help of the stranger who almost accidentally killed him.

Or, Harry wants to remember what it’s like to feel alive again, and Louis has just the adventurous spirit he’s looking for.

Fight me? by whatmakeslarrybeautiful:

Summary: ‘Fight me,’ the high voice quipped from under the mountain of pillows, and Harry let out a chuckle, snapping his mouth shut immediately because what was he doing?? The anesthesia must still be wearing off.

Harry walked up to the patient again, bemused, and tugged at the pillow, but the person had a surprisingly strong grip on them. Again, with more annoyance in his tone, he said, 'fight me.’

Or, Harry is a nurse, to a slightly loopy and sassy Louis.

When the Wolves Come Out by Awriterwrites:

Summary: Harry had imagined a world where he and Louis could be together, he dreamed of a thousand alternate universes where showing their love for each other wouldn’t get them torn to pieces. At times, those daydreams were so vivid they made him delirious.

Proud of You by smoothniallsmooth:

Summary: “Shit, didn’t mean to startle you,” The man says, awkwardly frozen in the doorway. “The lights were on so I just assumed Grimshaw was here for once. Are you a sub?”

“Um. I mean, I guess with - with appropriate boundaries and safe words and…shit that’s not what you meant,” Harry rambles, mortified before he even gets a reaction.

But There’s One I Always Miss by cupcakentea:

Summary: Louis is then met with the view that first lured him in, but bigger, more detailed. He stares at the pale skin, the strong jaw framed with long chocolate curls, and the wet sheen that shines on the plump mouth, as if whoever it belongs to licked it mere seconds before recording. Then, the lips part:

“Hi everyone, this is Hazza ASMR”

Harry is the cure to Louis’s insomnia

And Life Goes On… by sincehewaseighteen:

Summary: A girl is suffering from a terminal illness in hospital, and Harry Styles comes to visit and babbles on about his lovely husband Louis and his cat Monica.

Manifest Destiny by Anonymous:

Summary: Harry and Louis had fallen into bed together again that night, mouths greedy and hands needy. And now every time Louis stops at Fort Kearney, even if it’s weeks in between, he and Harry spend the night together. The nights are always filled with heat and passion, and it gives Louis something to think on fondly as he rides across the western territories carrying sacks of mail.

They’ve never talked about it, and they’ve never kissed. Louis doesn’t know if he wants either of those things to change, but he knows that his presence in Harry’s life is sporadic at best. Probably best to leave things be.

Or, Louis is a Pony Express rider and Harry runs a station along the trail.

Let Me Touch You Where Your Heart Aches by rosegoldhl (MoonlitLarrie):

Summary: Alcohol was all he could taste. Alcohol and Harry, and he didn’t mind one bit. Harry kissed him back with just as much fervent heat. He pushed Louis against the taxi door and pulled his head back, breathing hot and heavy against his lips.

“Let’s go, yes?”

Or a Friends with Benefits AU, in which Louis falls in love and Harry is jealous. There is some Karaoke singing somewhere in there, because how do you write a romantic comedy without a Karaoke scene?

Darkest Night Hour by Anonymous:

Summary: After spending thirty-five years hiding out with his face buried in ancient vampire texts, Louis comes back to New York City. While Louis is adjusting to city life in the modern age, Zayn just wants his clan to finally win at trivia nights. Louis needs to make a major decision and he’s running out of time. The last thing he expects is to meet someone like Harry, who might be the solution to all of their problems.

People have been messaging me about someone using my artworks (the CG art of Unknown’s Son is the most used one) to sell a bunch of phone cases on sites like (which has horrible horrible horrible support system, I can’t even contact them because their website support page sucks) or aliexpress and some other shady sites idk

i’m so kjdshfkjdshg hhhhhhhGHH #$&#^*&$ i guess ill try to look at how to report these #$&#^%#@ later after work ((or just make the watermarks more obvious next time LOL)) O<-< //wheezing

porygons  asked:

Why do you think it's ok to use queer as a blanket term? As a bi trans person I find it incredibly hurtful and offensive

Do you really want to know my answer? Like seriously, are you actually open to listening to what my answer may be and absorbing any new information I may offer on the topic?

Because from here it doesn’t seem like you are. 

Let’s be honest with each other, you started out with the phrase “why do you think it’s ok” which is aggressive language, and then you justified your disagreement with your identity. Which I always found to be an interesting tactic, because when this clarification exists in an argument it assumes that by having this particular set of identities you are somehow more qualified to discuss this problem than someone else, while at the same time personalizing you so it is harder for anyone to disagree with you.

You then use the words hurtful, and then offensive. Both button words that illicit a certain type of response, hurtful in how inarguable it is. That is your feeling and I would never argue what a stranger is feeling to them. Then there is offensive, which is a word that is very well used in the LGBT+ community to discuss important issues surrounding our dehumanization. 

I don’t think that this message was a carefully crafted masterpiece of debate and trickery that you spent hour figuring out the direct phrasing of obviously, but I do think you had an intent when you wrote this message and the words you chose make that intent clear. 

You don’t want to talk to me. Hell I doubt you even follow me. I have anonymous turned off on my ask box, but I am almost 100% sure that if I didn’t you would be sending this under the little sunglasses wearing icon.

Also if you checked my FAQ you would have found a helpful little link explaining to you my views on the queer discourse. You may have noticed that I have my own reasons why I decide to use that word, and my own history with it. You probably also would have seen my post saying that I don’t mind people disagreeing with me. Or you could have seen that I have a link set up that blocks the word from all my content so no one has to see it if they don’t want to, and they can still have access to the history that I give insight into. 

But you didn’t care about that did you? Because you aren’t actually interested in what I have to say, if you were you would have already seen all of this and you would have seen my request for people to stop asking me to drag out my arguments for why I use the word again and again. You probably would have realized that either A) it is a lost cause so why bother B) that I have nothing left to say on the matter that I haven’t already said and you may have respected my professional boundaries enough to leave it alone.  

But here we are, you uninformed and angry, and me annoyed and tired. We aren’t going to have a good dialogue, and I am near certain you wouldn’t have accepted one if I offered it. You are not here to change my mind, because I have to assume that you at least did a basic check to see that my entire project has the word queer in it and it is pretty clear that isn’t changing. And you are also not here to have your mind changed. 

And to be honest I have no desire to change your mind. I don’t mind people disagreeing with me on this. It actually isn’t that big of a deal to me if someone doesn’t agree with my viewpoints all the time. 

I have read a lot of arguments in favour of removing the word from our lexicon completely. I disagree, but I understand them. As I have said before, this isn’t a huge dividing point for me. 

I have given people access to my work without the word queer in it, and that is the extent of what I am going to do here. 

So why are you sending this in? Nothing is going to change from it, and honestly it is a pretty boring message so I can’t believe you thought something would.

I think the sole reason you sent this was performative. 

You wanted to show that you tried to convince that big mean queer person without actually trying to convince them. Maybe this was a performance; for your followers, maybe you will screenshot my response and share them in a group chat. Or it is also possible this is a performance for yourself, maybe you want to convince yourself that you are doing something. 

Maybe you feel ineffective or like you need to make a difference so you are sending this message to me to feel proud of yourself for trying to change something that you don’t like. 

But you aren’t doing this to actually do the hard work of changing something. 

And it is fine if you aren’t able to do that work for any reason, but leave other people out of your sense of inadequacy. I am not here to be your punching bag that you hit so you can feel big and strong.  

I am tired, and I am bored of people sending me this performative garbage.

Which of course lends itself to the question, why am I answering this publicly?

I will admit there is a little bit of performance from my side as well, I want people to see how right I am and how much this behavior sucks. I want people to see me destroying this ask, and I am not going to lie I am totally going to send screenshots to the group chat.

What makes us different, is that I didn’t seek this performance out. I clearly did not send this to myself, and I haven’t made a post about the queer discourse in months. Which means, this person had to search for me so that they could get mad at me. Whereas I just had to check my inbox this morning and respond to what was there.

But outside of the performance of it all, I want my answer to sit with you for a couple of days. I don’t care if I change your mind about the queer discourse because honestly I do not care about the queer discourse. But I do want to change something. I want you to stop sending asks like these, because this doesn’t seem like it is your first. 

And if you were just sending them to me I would be fine with it. I can delete asks, and they roll off my back if I decide to let them. But not everyone is like that. 

I could now give a rant about the little baby queers I am protecting, but it is not just about them. It is about all of the people you send this kind of thing to (who almost certainly don’t deserve hate mail), whether they are affected deeply by it or not it doesn’t make what you are doing any better. 

And if me writing this long message publicly makes it less likely for you to send something like this again, then it is worth the five minutes I have spent crafting it. Because if you are a little more self conscious about doing something like this again, then hopefully I will have spared a couple of people the annoyance of having to deal with this kind of garbage message. 

anonymous asked:

Please bombard me with Pining Sherlock fics. I need some.

You asked for it, you got it Nonny! This is literally my favourite trope in the entirety of existence. I have a tonne of fics, and I’m still sorting all of my bookmarks, so I probably still have more to add. I had SO MANY TO PUT ON THIS LIST, that I had to remove links to the authors, because Tumblr kept deleting all my links. So yes, over 150 fics here below, all from mostly Sherlock’s POV (@holmesthesociopath, this should help with your ask as well until I finish the list of Sherlock POV fics for you)!

Because I’ve been working on this list for over 6 months, please advise me of any broken links and I will do my best to find them again for you!

Get ready to have your face ripped off 🙃

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anonymous asked:


bone apple teeth yall

1. victor nikiforov is a renowned chef with five michelin-starred establishments under his belt. he launches a tv show where he mentors a chef to earn their own michelin star except it ends after only one season, because which restaurant earns the honor of being his first project but one humble little seaside dive named yutopia akatsuki.

2. (okay, so victor totally snuck a peek at the candidates during one of the production meetings. alright, so maybe he threatened to pull out of the show if the network didn’t agree to choose beautiful man katsuki yuuri’s restaurant. fine, so what if he ended up pulling out anyway because ‘i’m in love with him, he’s the love of my life, i’m going to stay with him forever until we can eat michelin stars for breakfast and have them with a side of caviar.’)
the producers aren’t mad. no, no, they couldn’t be mad. the show was the highest amount of views and ratings they had in a decade. it was even nominated for an emmy, specifically for the scene where victor actually slices his finger because he got too distracted watching yuuri sauté a fish piccata with a flexed arm and yuuri immediately rushed over to suck on his bleeding thumb and personally bandage it for him.

3. deleted scene: “did you know that the ancient greeks used olive oil as a lubricant,” yuuri says.
“…what?” victor’s definitely going to lose a finger by the time this show airs.
“those cuisine textbooks you gave me are really weird,” yuuri shrugs.
“weird,” victor echoes. when did he give yuuri textbooks? he glances at the cameraman-slash-director.
“you were trying to cover up the photobook you made of romantic brunch dishes you had created in his image and immediately handed him christophe giacometti’s now that’s what i call fine dining,” yakov responds.

4. episode six highlights this weird competition that victor and yuuri have developed, where they try out new recipes and take pleasure in the ones that turn out really bad.
“oh, jeez,” yuuri nearly chokes on the spoon victor slips into his mouth. “this is horrible.”
“isn’t it?” victor’s smile is blinding. “this is definitely in the top five of the best worst dishes ever.”
yuuri laughs, a dot of flour by the corner of his crinkled eye. “my katsudon au gratin with the raspberry glaze was definitely worse, though.”
“no no, mine is worse.”
“nooooo, i’m serious.”
“how can you expect to earn five michelin stars like me if you can’t even earn the title for the five best worst dishes?” victor teases.
the cameramen all look at each other, not knowing if this is still technically sound with the concept of the show, but they know enough to continue filming.

5. they open their own restaurant years later, when yuuri does end up earning his own fair amount of michelin stars, except their place isn’t fine dining like their usual chains. it’s a small bed-and-breakfast in yuuri’s hometown of hasetsu (a little ways away from yutopia akatsuki, whose head chef is now minami kenjirou) and one of the featured amenities is a morning view of the two of them feeding each other dark chocolate-covered strawberries on the northeast balcony.


So this handsome fellow is Peter Doyle, longtime partner of the great American poet Walt Whitman. He is often viewed as an enigmatic figure, but what we do know about him tells us that he was quite remarkable in his own right.

Pete was born in Limerick, Ireland, and came to the United States with his family when he was eight years old. After the death of his father, he worked hard to support his widowed mother and siblings. One of his brothers, Francis, became a police officer in Washington DC, where the family lived. Francis ended up fighting for the Union during the Civil War, while Pete served in the Confederate Army. He saw serious action and was wounded, discharged from the army, and promptly arrested when he attempted to go back to DC. He managed to get off the hook by claiming that, as an Irish immigrant, he really didn’t care one way or the other about Union versus Confederacy. True or not, this worked, and he was freed.

It was at this point that Pete took a job as a horsecar conductor. In the nearly empty streetcar, on a stormy night in early 1865, Pete met Walt Whitman. Pete as 21 at the time, while Walt was 45. According to the younger man, it was pretty much love at first sight. “We understood,” Pete said. Walt was the only passenger on the streetcar, and he didn’t get off at his planned stop. Instead, he rode with Pete until the end of the route, at which point the two men spent their first night together.

They were inseparable for the next seven or eight years. They’d often go for long walks together, with Walt reciting poetry or passages from Shakespeare. I am 100% not making this up.

And their letters. Oh my God, their letters. Not many of Pete’s to Walt survive, but Walt’s to Pete are so full of love that they’d melt the coldest heart. A sample quote: “My darling, if you are not well when I come back I will get a good room or two in some quiet place, and we will live together and devote ourselves altogether to the job of curing you, and making you stronger and healthier than ever. I have had this in my mind before but never broached it to you.”

As this excerpt implies, Walt very much wanted to make a home with his young partner. Sadly, this would never be possible. Pete, as the oldest unmarried son, saw it as his duty to provide for his mother and siblings. They – and the society in which they lived – had certain expectations. While Walt was on good terms with Pete’s family, getting them to accept wholeheartedly this same-sex relationship was an entirely different matter. The two men had to do with spending nights together.

Pete was definitely a tremendously positive influence on Walt and his work. He persuaded Walt to delete three poems dealing with themes of despair and unrequited love from the 1867 edition of Leaves of Grass. He may have also influenced one of his partner’s best-known works, “O Captain! My Captain!” The tone deals with the death of Abraham Lincoln and the end of the Civil War. It is unusual amongst Whitman’s works because it is rhymed, rather than written in free verse. Walt noted that Pete had quite the rhyming ability, often rattling off charming limericks. Also, some have argued that the metaphor of the ship on the rough sea is a kind of nod to Pete’s immigrant background.

The young immigrant was also an eyewitness to the greatest tragedy of the day. He was in the balcony of Ford’s theater on the night of April 14, 1865, when Lincoln was assassinated. He recounted hearing the shot, and then seeing Booth leap onto the stage. Later, Walt drew on this account as a source of information for his annual Lincoln lectures. And he wouldn’t have heard any of it, if it weren’t for his boyfriend!

Walt suffered a stroke in 1873, and moved to Camden, New Jersey, to live with his brother. He ended staying there until his death in 1892. Pete was unable to find work in Camden, though he did eventually get a job in Philadelphia. They saw each other only sporadically, and at one point Walt had gone so long without hearing from Pete that he thought the younger man had died. He hadn’t, but he was put off by the presence of a housekeeper and other caretakers in his partner’s house. He stayed away, for fear of rousing suspicion as to the true nature of the relationship. After Walt’s death, Pete expressed regret for his hesitation.

In 1897, Pete allowed Richard Maurice Bucke (Walt’s literary executor) to publish the letters written by Walt to Pete. The result was a book called Calamus. No one who read it would have any doubts as to the nature of the love between these two men. It made Pete the black sheep of his Catholic family, and his sister forbade the reading of the book in her house. I think we have to give the man some serious props here. It had to take a hell of a lot of courage to let something like that hit the presses in the 19th century. Maybe he was proud of himself, his partner, and their relationship, and saw no shame or sinfulness in any of it. I sincerely hope that this was the case, and that there was an element of defiance of social and religious norms that went into the publication of Calamus.

Pete remained a member of the “inner circle” of Whitman devotees until his own death in 1907. He is buried in DC’s Congressional Cemetery. His grave marker is a short walk from that of Leonard Matlovich, which famously reads, “they gave me a medal for killing two men, and a discharge for loving one.” Nowadays, Peter Doyle is usually included on history tours of the cemetery which focus on LGBT figures.

Excellent work has been done by Whitman scholars in order to rescue Pete from the shadows of history. We are beginning to understand just how much he influenced Walt, and what a fascinating man he is. “Pete the Great,” as he liked to call himself, is an enigma no more.

And now, to finish off this already very long post, a quick guide to the photos:

Top: Pete aged about 25 years, taken in 1868. Cool hat.

Middle: Pete aged 57, taken circa 1900. Cool mustache.

Bottom: Pete and Walt, circa 1868, ridiculously in love. This might be my favorite historical photograph of all time.


“i won’t talk,” he said.

  the first punch shattered two of his ribs. the second had him coughing blood.

  “maybe we should snap your fingers so you can’t play than infernal flute,” van eck suggested.

  i’m here for her, wylan reminded himself. i’m here for her.

  in the end, he was not nina or matthias or kaz or inej or jesper. he was just wylan van eck. he told them everything.


*[UPDATE as of September 14, 2017.] 

Okay, so EA decided to make the toddler ball pit look better (thank God). Anyway, I’m updating my recolors. You can either download the ball pit and full jungle gym separately and replace them in your mods folder, or just delete everything and download the full set again. Download link has been updated! (Also i’m updating my park)

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I’m back! Right after Toddler Stuff was released, I was a bit disappointed that the playground equipment only had three color options, so I decided to make more! I’d already been wanting to recolor the base game jungle gyms but this gave me the perfect excuse to finally get around to it (and make matching sets.) So… I present to you: Colorful Playgrounds! (creative name, I know.) The download includes 9 different recolors for: 

  • bg space jungle gym
  • bg monkey bars
  • todder tunnels
  • toddler slide
  • toddler ball pit
  • toddler playground (all 3 combined)

Woo!  That’s 6 things! I also decided to build a park to go along with this set. Its on the Gallery under my username: SimsIsMyBacon. There is a CC and non-CC version. To get the one that includes CC from this set you will have to check show items with custom content with the filters on the left. 

Requirements: Sims 4 Base Game and Toddler Stuff

Download Colorful Playgrounds here

If you use it in game use the hashtag: #SimsIsMyBacon so I can see!

Thank you for downloading, Happy Simming!

Suga Daddy: Part 10

Suga Daddy: Part 10 (m)

Word count: 7.7k

Genre/Warnings: smut, angst, language

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You want to confront Elizabeth about what’s going on. You’re not ready to give up on Yoongi.

The movie nerd came on in me so if you get the Beatrix Kiddo reference, let me know and I will love you forever! :)

Parts: {playlist} one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

You felt sick, this week was going by so fast with Yoongi. All the time you spend together was clouded by the crippling fact that he was going to be taken from you soon enough. You tried to enjoy your time but it was just becoming harder and harder. Your moods were swinging from happiness to when you were with him. To sadness and crying yourself to sleep. But also anger, even at Yoongi for not trying.

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What are the Odds?

Summary: After a summer of messing around, you were now ready for your first day as a NYPD officer. However, nothing could have prepared you for the surprise that was in store for you. Your team consists of all your summer one-night-stands. What are the odds? (Modern-Day Alternate Universe, Possible Drabble Series)

Author’s Note: Let me know if you’re interested in this becoming a series! Based off of Mamma Mia!.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 855

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