ask me how mad i am

“i hate how they’re asking them these questions meh meh meh”

alright it’s time for silver to step in because i am actually getting sick of it. some of the ignorance about the media is kind of annoying me. i’m not condoning what they’re doing but ya’ll need to know how this shit works, this coming from a senior journalism major with a focus in mass media. with shows like the larger shows, there’s no excuse. what i’m talking about are the smaller shows that ya’ll are getting mad about. ki.mm.el, lo.pez?? no excuse.

how a newsroom works, no matter what, is that you get your assignment THAT day. unless it’s a huge project, no one goes in knowing what they’re doing that day. news is breaking. and from how i’ve seen these interviews, these interviewers don’t know what they’re talking about and here’s why: most likely, they received their task that day, maybe even two hours beforehand. most journalists have a usual set of questions (and we’re kind of told to copy other questions if they sound cool, which is…eh but you know. i personally like to add my own questions to make them more in depth), but usually those questions you’re complaining about?? that’s what ‘popular culture’ deems (take that as you will with what you see as ‘popular culture’) so if you’re gonna criticize, make sure to criticize the right people aka the ceos and the higher ups of these mass media companies and let them know it’s not okay. you need to tell them to do their research because lets be honest, entertainment media is as bad as tabloids sometimes. they literally tell us in school not to be like the current journalists….like….what does that tell you? i’ve been on assignment where i literally had to just go in and interview someone and i had no say in how the interview was supposed to be put together. i’ve been on assignment and had to go interview a huge band in an hour. it’s not uncommon.

so please, be educated. go to the right person and don’t criticize these reporters because a lot of the time, they get their assignments only hours before.

Nyquil fucks me up every time I take it and furthermore, has the audacity to make me forget what fucking happens every single time.  Since taking it at about midnight last night, My day:

  • Woke up at 4-6 AM and apparently did the dishes
  • Fiance gets up at 8:00AM, allegedly has fully cognizant conversation with me about his plans to stay late and tutor classmates. I don’t remember even being awake.
  • at 9:32 AM, my Dad called me and i had a 23-minute phone call with him that I have no recollection of, but apparently I spent most of it discussing the merits and drawbacks of the various tablets my mother is interested in.  I was mad about how expensive updating storage capacity was for most of them.
  • Felling way more sober than I actually am, attempt to drive to school at 10:12.  and spend enough time confused why my keys aren’t working on my car that my neighbor actually comes out of his apartment to ask what I’m doing to his car.  I decide to stay home.
  • 10:40: Send emails to professors to tell them I’m in no shape to be in class.  I think I am eloquent. Upon opening my email later I realize I’ve sent them emails with the subject line “fuckt up” and message: “sorry, love you.”
  • Benefits of going to a small college: they know I’ve got exciting drug reactions already and are sick as well and reply with “I understand and hope you are feeling well soon, here is today’s lecture slides” and “lol” respectively.
  • ~11- 12:30 : Get lost in neighborhood walking dog.  In my defense, it’s 99% off-beige generic prefab housing on nonlinear-bordering-on-noneuclidean streets and Charlie had no interest in going home either.
  • 12:30-3:00: Wall
  • 3:00 : phone alarm goes off and I suddenly realize fiance was supposed to be home an hour and a half ago. Fly into immediate panic, try to find phone to call him and/or the sherrif becuase he’s obviously dead in a ditch or something.  I am holding my phone the whole time.
  • 3:16 : Fiance gets home, I cry like a bitch, the dog also cries, everyone has a really bad 15 minutes.
  • 3:33 : Realize I haven’t actually ate or drank yet today. Immediately consume a quart of apple cider and plate of taquitos.  Make pork chops and potatoes and don’t stop talking about what happens if a werewolf has sex with a dog while shifted the entire time.
  • 4:00: pass out on couch to the soothing sounds of Mario Oddesy
  • 1AM: Why is it thursday?

The moral of the story is that you should always write down any drug reactions and label medication you should take with a large index card that says “DO NOT TAKE THIS IT FUCKS YOU UP THEN YOU FORGET” in large, friendly letters.

anonymous asked:

theres a post going around saying how you should NOT get a parrot even if you are a dedicated owner. i do not personally agree and am actually a bit mad at the way they portray parrots, almost teaching people to fear them. whats your stance on it?

If you’re referring to pepperandpals’ post, I agree with it. Had you asked me this question a few years ago I would probably say otherwise but after all the experience, knowledge and dedication I’ve put in to learning I no longer believe that parrots should be sold in the pet trade under most conditions.

You haven’t a clue how many birds get mistreated, left with dowel perches, no UV lighting, small cages, seed only diets, forced to aggress, get placed in homes with teflon products, and end up living miserably with these people up until their lives end way earlier than they should have.  Too many people think that exotics are just that, exotic, a decoration, something to brag about and end up not actually caring for it as much as they should.  Too many people believe that they’re doing right or don’t need to be doing more and as a result the bird suffers.

When it comes to people who do do their research, have previous hands on experience and really care for a bird the best they can, it’s rarely ever enough when you compare, and the average person is not able to provide that sort of lifestyle for them.  Using myself as an example, I spend all day with my birds, I spend all my time adding things to environment, switching up diets, giving them exercise, mentally stimulating them, cage cleaning, rearranging the bird room, it’s no exaggeration when I say I spend a solid 12 hours that they’re awake caring for them and then spend the whole evening trying to think of ways to improve the care I’m giving them for tomorrow.  Despite how hard I try, how much research and how much i provide it never feels like enough.  because it isn’t enough.

I do my best to show you guys all the work I put in to caring for my little girls, I constantly receive messages telling me how amazing I am for giving these birds this life and all the work I put in to them but in all honesty, you guys don’t see the half of it.  You don’t see the thousands of hours of research I put in to every aspect of their life, their diets, their housing, their natural foraging experiences, safe plants, cleaning, moulting habits, behavioural situations, space division, possession, territory layouts, and so much more go on on a daily basis.  You don’t see all the work I have to do to make sure that these highly territorial species doesn’t fight and kill one another so that I can continue to have them both out as much as possible, only having them out one at a time would take away so much space and enjoyment from their lives.   You don’t see the vet bills, the preparation, the stress reducing, you don’t see the costs, the time, the energy that goes in to trying to keep them happy.  You all seem to have this idea that the care I give my birds is way beyond exceeding expectations but let me tell you something, what I do I consider to be bare minimum.

All the effort, expenses, time, and work is absolutely necessary for them to be content with a captive lifestyle, if I was away at school or work full time I would consider this care to be subpar, to be inadequate, they would be unhappy with that lifestyle because that’s not what they’re designed for. They are not meant to live this way and not everyone has the time, space, personality or tolerance necessary to care for them the way they deserve.

This is a parrotlet’s natural habitat

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This is my parrotlets’ habitat

Can you look at those and tell me that they can possibly be perfectly content and happy this way without the time and effort I put in to it?

Can you tell me that a bird so intelligent, so so smart can be removed from that environment and so perfectly adapt without any problems?

Can you look at this bird and tell me that they’re happy with this lifestyle?

Plucking is a behaviour that only happens in captivity it has never been recorded in the wild.  Plucking is a behaviour caused by boredom, understimulation, stress, inadequate diet, and sometimes even happens just because they’re depressed.

You can not tell me that parrots are happier this way, you can not possibly tell me that taking something so perfectly adapted to a single lifestyle, perfectly designed to fly forever is okay having that removed.  You will never be able to convince me that something perfectly designed to work with flight will be happy to have them chopped off for human enjoyment.  My own Mia used to be clipped because she was from a store, my own Mia was depressed because of it, she did not move very much, she did not want to play with toys, she did not want to interact with people, she was miserable that way.  But people wouldn’t notice that, they would dismiss it as the bird’s personality or just adapting or some other excuse to ignore the fact that the bird is having a horrific time.  You will never be able to convince me that this:

is healthier or more beautiful than this

I’ve already had to make a separate post on why being clipped is so detrimental to their health even though it’s such a common practice. And I’ve made a separate post on all the work that has to go in to keeping a bird safe.

you will never convince me that being captive is healthy.

Parrots are a full time job, they are not a pet, they are not a decoration, they are not a toy, they are not a phase, they’re a commitment and a hell of a big one.  Birds should not be readily available in pet stores, owners should have to go through tests to see if they’re capable of providing a stimulating environment for the ones that already stuck in this trade.  I think that breeding should be focused on maintaining health and maintaining the survival of species such as the endangered blue throated macaws and I think that species such as hyacinths, or cockatoos shouldn’t be in homes at all.  Keeping those birds isn’t a matter or giving them an enriching life, it’s a matter of doing your best to prevent them from suffering. 

In this world ignorance is bliss, a few years ago I would have thought just the same as you, I believed it’s just a bird it’s sold in a store it will be just fine.  But as soon as you learn, as you soon as you see all the harm and the suffering these birds go through you’ll change your mind.  

If you are a dedicated owner, if you have the experience and knowledge you should have before you even get a bird a pet store wouldn’t even be an option.  There’s a reason that every reputable person, blogger, trainer, or other animal worker will always consider adopting before all else, it certainly isn’t a coincidence that the most educated refuse pet stores.  Breeding has resulted in so many god damned problems, I’m certain you’ve heard of the feather duster budgies caused by poor breeding or the numerous parrot hybrids, while pretty they serve no purpose.

I’m certain some of you saw this post going around featuring the feather duster budgies? Do you have any idea how many comments said “I want one”?  These birds are a genetic failure, their feathers keep growing and never stop until they die, they either die from overheating, they can’t breathe, they can’t walk to make it to food so they starve or are generally crushed under the weight.

The fact of the matter is that birds aren’t designed for this lifestyle, they are not domesticated they are wild they retain all that natural behaviour all those natural needs, they bite, they scream, they fly, they make a mess, they destroy things, they’re active, and demanding, the average person, and I’d go as far as to say a solid 70% of most bird owners, can not handle their care. How many times have you read “my bird won’t stop screaming”, “I’m considering getting rid of my bird”, “my bird won’t stop biting”, “my bird only likes one person”, “my bird hates me”, “i can’t afford this vet bill”, “I don’t want to buy a UV light or a filter”, a lot, right?

All of those problems happen because people didn’t do their research, they didn’t know how to handle the bird, how to react to the problems when they started showing up, they didn’t know what to look for they were unprepared for the care that they need.

The majority of birds from pet stores and breeders suffer, by the time they make it to 2 years old and they start acting like proper adults they get sent to shelters.  When they become adults they don’t take shit from anyone, they have 0 tolerance for your foolishness and lash out when you ignore their body language. People don’t want a bird that wants to be treated with respect, they want one that will sit there, do tricks, talk, and look cute when they want it to, they don’t want mutual trust, they want obedience and don’t want to work to get it.

I don’t care how good of an owner you think you are, once you stop blocking out everything you’ll see the damage the pet trade has on these birds and your mind will change.  It’s not a coincidence that the most educated or experienced will advise you against buying pet store birds or breeder birds and I sincerely hope you listen to them.

I know I will certainly never purchase a bird from a breeder or a store, I hope you won’t either.

anonymous asked:

aww why does tae look sad or mad in that halloween dance video tho, its like he really didn't wanna be in it or especially snow white

This ask is about this video HERE 

This whole thing happened before with other members so let me say what I think: (these are simply my thoughts) 

Taehyung is presently leaving that concept image he was given since debut. He is no more obliged to act like a 4D character all the time on camera. Sure it’s still a part of him but maybe he wants to show us a different side of him?

Originally posted by jeonyween

Ok, let me explain in case you still don’t get my words.  This change happened before. Can you imagine Jin now being a quite Hyung who tries to be cool all the time? Well, that was the concept BigHit gave him.  Jimin changed too, he used to be more silly but now he is the Jimin we know. Wasn’t Jungkook the shiest human ever who cried everytime they asked him to sing but now he can even act cute on the go? They all grew since debut and they will continue to do so. We are humans, we change with time but the pace varies as we all have different circumstances and natures. Taehyung said he wanted to be a cool and manly guy. He wants that kind of image. Wouldn’t that explain him desiring to copy his Hwarang hyungs (actors)? Or him giving no reaction to zombies when normally he will try to be funny? Or him deciding not to cry at their first dome in Japan when Jimin and Jungkook were sobbing? Or him showing us that he is not as dumb as many labels him but he likes arts for example and is a great photographer? We are all striving to be what we believe is a better version of ourselves. V was always like that. He constantly tried to improve himself. For instance, after being mocked at high school for his poor fashion sense and cheap clothes, look at him now wearing the latest trends and designer clothes, being named by VOGUE as the best dressed in the middle of loads of global celebrities at BBMA and becoming the most fashion-forward person in his group. Aren’t you proud hearing that because I am.

Originally posted by aquaporis

One more thing. Just because people who you are used seeing laughing all the time are not, doesn’t mean they are unhappy. I am the type who is very cheerful and most of the times grinning. I literally smile automatically as soon as I lock eyes with someone, but there are times I am quiet and chill, so people come to me and ask “why are you sad? Or are you mad about something?” when I am not! It’s just another side of me that people do not see quite often. And seriously, who is happy 24/7? Even if he was sad, do you think BTS were always happy? He even told all of us in Bon Voyage 2 how he cried in bathrooms with Jimin then surely had to smile in front of cameras so that the fans will not worry. Kim Taehyung is a pro of expressions managing if he was truly sad and wanted us all to believe he is not he would have smiled, he is an actor too. It would have been easier than you think. 

Originally posted by sunshimin

Lastly, do you think the members will not look sad too if V was depressed at the moment? They are the type to tear up and sob just by seeing another one of them cry. Do you think Jimin will look at Taetae, smile and laugh if he knew he was sad? Do you think Jungkook will suggest they dance Go Go wearing those costumes the night before they do it if V just witnessed a friend passing away? BTS are very considerate toward each other to do any of that + if there is something for real and he thinks ARMYs should know he will share it with us. BTS always shared their ups but also lows with us. 

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. 

Not-Date

Pairings: T’Challa x F!Reader, Tony x Science

Request:

hi can you write something that the reader is watching harry potter WITH tchalla in secret and EVERYONE finds out and ship it - and then tchalla confess his love for her in a harry potter way like “muggle in the streets but a wizard in the sheets” PLEASE, I LOVE YOU i know that is a little cliché BUT t'challa is everything to me meow 😻 BYE 😺 


Bucky has created a chatroom.

Bucky has invited Y/N.

Bucky: Tell Thor to hand over Mjolnir!

Sam has joined the chat.

Sam: I WANT HIS CAPE, Y/N.

Thor has joined the chat.

Thor: Lady Y/N, please save me from these men!

Bucky: GIVE IT

Sam: GIVEEEEEEE

Thor: Absolutely not!

Bucky: Scared I might actually be worthy? Maybe I can lift Mjolnir. Since my hand is no longer organic, maybe the elevator rule applies to me.

Sam: Damn, I’ve never thought about that.

Thor: That is nonsense!

Sam: Can I have your cape now?

Thor: Why do you want it?!

Sam: it is warm, i am cold.

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Dinner Party

Summary: After Bucky returns home from a mission all you want to do is stay in bed (naked) all day with him. But you two have to go to a friend’s birthday to make things fun he proposes a little game.

Paring: Bucky x Reader.

Words: 2575

Warnings:  There is a lot in fuffly in this, but also SMUT and loats of teasing.

This is a one-shot

Thank you to @drinkfantasy, for being my beta you are the best.

Originally posted by sebstanslaugh

You look at yourself in the mirror, felling happy about your appearance. You are wearing one of your favorites dresses, it is navy blue with a modest cleavage in the front and another masive one in the back.

You look cute for your friend’s birthday, your make up it’s done in a very simple away, just some mascara and lip gloss. You turn around and see Bucky who is lying on your bed almost sleeping. You sit by his side and he hides his face on your lap. You start playing with his hair, making him moan at your gentle actions.

“Are you sure you want to come along? You can stay here and sleep a little. I won’t hold against you if you don’t come with me.” You know that he is tired, Bucky came back home around 4 a.m. from a two weeks mission and he only slept a few hours.

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gelya-melnikova  asked:

top 5 most likely to make the japan national team :))

Yesterday we all went a little bit emotional with this national team headcanon, and I actually thought about this top 5…a lot. It’s probably one of the hardest because in our eyes most of them are really skilled enough to reach the top and be a part of the national team.

I decided to make this with characters we all know, leaving out people introduced just in the manga. I hope I can stay objective with this one, but I can’t guarantee you that…

1. Ushijima. Let’s face it, this boy is already with one foot there, since he’s the only player selected to participate in the Youth World Championship as Japan’s under 18/19 volleyball representative. It would literally surprise nobody to see him being the first one wearing the red and black jersey. 

Originally posted by neverdandere

2. Oikawa. He’s the setter™ and he honestly just deserves this place more than anyone else. Also imagine for the dramatics of it all, being finally in team with Ushijima…I’d pay to see it, but at the same time I’m more than sure that they’ll manage to work really really well together. After all, among everyone else, Ushijima chose him, this is a testament that there are no other setters as good as him around. 

Originally posted by savyjayjane

3. Kageyama. Speaking of people almost there, our wonderful blueberry has been chosen to train at the all Japan youth training camp, sign that they already got an eye on him and, seeing how immensely skilled and versatile he is, it’s almost obvious that he’s gonna become part of Japan’s national volleyball team in the future. 

Originally posted by seieiryu

(Oikawa would have a blast being in the same team as Ushijima and Kageyama)

4. Tsukishima. Now that he’s “hooked on volleyball” I bet no one could stop him. He’s an incredible middle blocker, his abilities are recognized by everyone (that’s why a certain thing happened short after the Shiratorizawa match) and also he has still A LOT to grow. By the time he’s ready, every team would fight to have him and watch me being in the crowd yelling TSUKKIIIIIII until I have no air left in my lungs

Originally posted by tsukkilatte

5. Bokuto. He might not be the best ace of the country (yet), he’s not a stable player at all, but the national team needs him even just for the effect he has on people. Despite everything, he naturally draws people to him, he inspires and guide them, his power is so mesmerizing he doesn’t just motivate his own team, he motivates the opponents too. There may be spikers stronger than him (not so many tbh), but no one would have the same human impact on a team like he would have. 

Originally posted by imthesixtysqueen

- Bonus: listen you have no idea how mad I am about the fact that no one ever acknowledges how hella good Nishinoya is as a libero. He’s perfect and the national team needs a guardian deity so if it’s not happening I’m gonna personally put him in a box and mail him there ok really he deserves it SO MUCH!!!! 

Originally posted by mamodos

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Relationship: Guardian Angel!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: At first you think it’s normal - almost comforting, then you think it’s all in your head, finally you find out there’s nothing imaginary about it. 

Warnings: accident prone reader, mentions of possible injury, fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: ok so my ass started another fic 


At first, you paid no attention to the little tugs you seemed to feel throughout the day when you tripped over your own feet, nearly bumped your hip against the counter, or almost began walking across the street before the little walk symbol appeared. 

You figured it was instinctual, that your body sensed danger and just reacted to it. Just like if you were to put you hand on a hot surface, only for your reflexes to react and retract your hand. It was no big deal. 

Somedays you felt the small tugs more than others, but then again, you had your good days and your bad days. Then, the little tugs seemed to grow into a feeling that you weren’t necessarily alone. But you were never scared or threatened like the people in horror movies. No, you were relieved almost. 

Living in New York City was scary enough, a new job and no friends didn’t exactly make things easier. So when you were feeling down sitting on your couch wrapped in your fluffiest blanket watching re-runs of friends you were never startled at the small breeze that seemed to pull your curtains back to reveal the moonlight. 

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When Jackson wants you to do a duet 😅 “I wasn’t readyyy” *Kevin Hart voice* he could tell I was nervous after putting me on the spot 😂 He was sweet & gave me a second to get my life together 💛👌🏽.

My soul definitely left me loll I froze up then he let me get my life back for a second & I finally started singing in the mic 😂 Then he went to go grab JB I was dead foreal 💀💀 Jackson is the real MVP for sure! So is Mark lol they were wing men when Jaebum kept being all shy he’s too freaking adorable I can’t even deal 😭😭.

I Locked eyes with Jaebum

only to have him kneel down right in front of me 💀💀💀 it was a wrap after that y'all that’s how I knew the love was real 😍😍. Love at first sight? Haha I kid (or am I 🤔)

Bambam took my phone & did his thing 😄 Seriously that whole night was a massacre 🔥 Can’t forget about this little  one Yugyeom.

I know I looked composed but I was literally dying inside 😂

I was really nervous, afterwards so mad at myself for not asking to hold his hand or something 😭😭 I did manage to look up at JB to speak & he was already looking down at me so I went “You’re my favorite” & he goes “OH, really?? 😏” MY HEART EXPLODED ❤️❤️❤️

  • person: why do you like mad max so much?
  • what i mean: there are no less than 14 women protagonists who all have agency and are narrators of their own stories and none of them exist as male wish fulfillment or as a side kick to a male character and they all have different personalities and purposes and their strengths and weaknesses are presented without making some statement about women being better or less than men but also they use their femininity in extremely powerful ways which demonstrates that women are different than men but no less valuable to the story and they are put on equal playing field with the men in the movie and are not sexualized or demeaned despite the fact that five of them are escaping sex slavery and the sexual violence against them is never shown and one of the messages of the movie is that even these women in positions of 'privilege' are still oppressed and are victims of male violence and entitlement which reminds me that another message of the movie is the destructive nature of toxic masculinity and even the good guys in the movie are not praised or unnecessarily affirmed by the women when they do good things but instead there is a sort of mutual trust and friendship built that is way more realistic and powerful and basically it passes every test associated with how women are treated in movies and also it's just a really damn good movie with amazing visuals and insane amounts of world building and beautiful cinematography and real messages about our world
  • what i say: there's a guy with a flame throwing guitar
Two Nights Stand Part 5

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1563

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. In the future, the series will be having smut so be warned. This chapter has talking about miscarriage and abuse. (nothing graphic)

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Credits to the gifs owners

You watch as Bucky turns all the lights on in the room and sits on the couch instead of in the fort. You wonder if you should have said something, it was obvious that talking about Natasha was so much more painful to him than the talk about to you Nathan.

You sit on the couch giving him some space “Natasha was my first and only love.  We met when we were teenagers…. kids actually. She was one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen, with her big green eyes and red hair.” He takes a deep breath probably not knowing how to continue talking. “We started dating when we were 16, she was everything to me…. I knew that I wanted to marry her since the moment I saw her but she had her problems.”

He takes a picture of a drawer handing it to you, there were four people in the picture you can see that Steve and Peggy just got engaged for the big smile on their faces and for the way Peggy is showing the ring but what really caught your attention was the other couple.

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Can you imagine the avengers going to a fair or a carnival and right when they get there Steve,Bucky,Thor,Clint and Bruce all decided to play a game to see who can win Tony the biggest stuff Animal and they try their best and they all go look for Tony afterwards just find him sitting down sipping on lemonade with a faint bunny( like the one from im3) and they ask him where he got that from and all Tony does is shrug his shoulders and just says "Natasha won it for me" leaving the rest speechless

Eek I didn’t see Bucky in there until after I posted! Sorry!


It all starts with Thor bragging about the hedgehog he won for Lady Jane. It took several tries, but he eventually got enough small toys to work up to a large green hedgehog which she affectionately calls Bruce. (Bruce flushes bright red even if he’s somehow flattered.)

“I won Natasha a stuffed banana wearing sunglasses,” Clint butts in smugly. “She still has it.”

“I do,” Natasha allows, but does not add anything else.

Thor stares, and does not know how to ask whether the banana looks as stupid as it sounds without insulting either of them.

“I once won a little white teddy bear at Coney Island,” Steve muses. “Where you threw the ring over the bottlenecks? I gave it to my date and she really warmed up to me. She went on to move to LA and live in sin with a woman. God, she was cool.”

“I won Betty a stuffed snake,” Bruce muses. “Or, well, she helped me win. You know that trick where guys put their arms around a girl to help her aim? She did that with me.”

“Aw,” Clint cooed. “That’s sweet.”

They all turn to look at Tony expectantly. He glances up from his tablet and jumps when he notices them staring at him. “What?!”

“Haven’t you won a prize for someone?” Bruce asks patiently.

“Oh. No, there’s no challenge in carnival games, and eventually the carnies get mad at you for figuring out how they’re rigged,” Tony says, looking back at his tablet. “And no one ever wants to win something for me.”

“We’re going to the carnival for our next outing,” Clint hisses, and everyone agrees.

(”This is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen,” Tony says when Natasha shyly shows him her stuffed banana, sunglasses hanging on by a thread. “I love it.”)

Tony eventually catches wind of what’s happening and when they arrive at the carnival he says, “I am going to eat my weight in elephant ears and lemonade and whoever brings me the biggest prize gets a kiss on the cheek and gets to be talked up at the next press conference.”

The other Avengers scatter, except for Natasha, who wants a strawberry funnel cake, and she knows Tony will buy it for her if she lets him have a bite.

Bruce returns with a little stuffed duck because he knows he’s not very good at carnival games. Tony names it Peep and he tucks it on his lap while he eats.

Clint, Steve, and Thor arrive, pretty smug with their giant teddy bears and giraffes they’ve won, but then their jaws drop when they see Tony carefully fixing Peep onto a giant yellow rabbit’s shoulder with his tie.

“What the fuck!?” Clint sputters as Steve and Thor make offended noises because what stall was even giving those out?!

“Natasha won it for me,” Tony says, smitten.

Natasha appears from behind the rabbit smugly and points at her cheek. “Pucker up, lover-boy.”

Tony leans in to kiss her cheek. “Muah! And you get credit for saving the day next time regardless of who actually does.”

“I win,” Natasha informed everyone, and would probably be smug about this for decades.

I’m posting this story because I don’t want you all to make the mistakes that I’ve made. I apologize ahead of time for getting oddly personal.

I have never been good with words. That may seem strange because on Tumblr I don’t shut up, but in person, and especially when emotional, I have a hard time getting words out of my mouth. My shrink said that’s a common symptom of people who’ve dealt with trauma. I don’t know. What I do know is that when I left my boyfriend’s car after an argument five months ago, I did not know how to ask for help. I messaged a group chat of best friends who have been there for me before. I could manage to type out that I left my boyfriend’s car, that I’m emotional and can’t convey it over text, and that need to be picked up.

Long-story-short, one friend answered, and said she couldn’t pick me up because she was going to a club with another friend. Now, there are a lot of details here that I’m leaving out, and the fact that I probably wasn’t making any sense beyond the fact that I was sad and needed someone probably has to do with it. Of course I got mad at her for not taking the time to help me. She said something along the lines of, why should she cancel plans for someone who “couldn’t even bother to tell me what was wrong”.

I know, poor me, blah blah, how hurt and victimized I was. Why am I telling you this? Because even though my best friends at the time wouldn’t help me, people DID help me. I asked one person I had only talked to in meetings to pick me up. She dropped what she was doing and got me. She didn’t ask me to explain, or require me to be peppy around her or talk to her about it; she took me home because I asked. I had another friend who was not close to me at the time come over to talk to me, and all I had to tell her was that I had had a horrible night. I had friends who couldn’t meet me offer to take me to lunch, and talk to me over text or the phone. Although it was a hard beginning of the end for me and my “best friends” at the time (which only got worse later on), it was a hard lesson that I needed to learn.

This isn’t me looking at the situation with rose-colored glasses. This is what actually happened. For every one person who wouldn’t help me, four people took the time to reach out. All they required of me was that I asked them for help.

So I ask you, followers, because I know many that many of you are good and kind people, to take in the lessons that I learned too late:

A true friend will never ask you to prove that you are worth their time;

And,

You need to believe that you are worth peoples’ time. You are. You are worth peoples’ time for just being you, for being human and flawed, for needing help, for being alive. Please believe that you are worth peoples’ time, and you will find others who are worth your time, too.

Unlike Him: Part 3

You finally find out the results of the test. Upon finding out so does your brother, Archie. And he is not please when he finds out who the father is.

Part 1

Part 2

Warning: Teen Pregnancy

I’m sorry this is so much shorter than the other parts, and that it took me so long to post it. I will be posting a part 4

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“Yes,” I said looking up at Veronica.

She took a deep breathing, looking into my eyes, before speaking, “I think you should get Jughead”.

I knew it, I just knew it was going to be positive. Growing up I always imagined one day marrying Jugheadd and having kids, but that day was not today.

Both Betty and Veronica were looking at me as I sat there in shock. I could not formulate words, or even cry. I was just trying to accept it. But once Veronica, came and sat down on the other side of me, leaning into hug met, just as Betty was, the tears began to fall. How could I ever tell him, or even my dad and brother for that matter?

Suddenly we were interrupted, as the locker room door swung open. It was my brother standing there with a worried look on his face.

“Where have you been?” He asked. “ I have been looking for you ever since lunch. None of you have been in your classes. What is going on?”

I could not even look him in the eyes. What would he think of me?

No one spoke, so he talked again, “Seriously, if something is wrong you can tell me, you know that right?”

Leaning down to my ear, Betty spoke softly, “(Y/N) I think you should tell him. He will find out sooner or later”.

“Find out what?” Archie questioned. “Would someone please tell me what is going on!”

Veronica looked down before looking back up at Archie. She seemed to know the I had no intentions of doing anything and she figured he would find out anyway.  So she stood up, walking over to the counter and grabbed one of the tests. Walking over to Archie, she set it in his hand.

He stood there, silently, just staring down at it. I could see his mouth moving. Like he was trying to figure out what to say, but every time he almost said something, it just was not right.

Finally I had enough, I stood up and walked over to him, “It’s mine Arch. I’m pregnant”.

I could see a range of emotions going through his face; anger, sadness, concern. It was killing me, waiting for him to say something, anything. Tears began rolling down my face once again. Once my brother looked up and saw this he pulled me into a hug. Patting my head and I cried into his chest he whispered that it would all be ok. After a few minutes we finally broke away. I knew he was going to ask the question soon enough.

“So, would you mind telling me what idiot is the dad? ” Archie asked.

I stood there quietly, not  commenting. How could I tell him that it was his best friend. This could ruin their friendship.  

“Come on (Y/N). He will find out sooner or later,” Betty said, getting up off the bench.

“(Y/N), who is it?” Archie asked, starting to look a little mad and suspicious that I was hiding it from him.

“I-it’s Jughead,” I quietly told him.

“Did you just say it was Jughead?” Archie yelled. “My best friend? How could you guys do this! I told him you were off limits, he knew this!”

“You told him what?” I yelled back. “I am a big girl. You had no business telling him that he couldn’t be with me.”

“I am you brother! Your twin. I know whats best for you when it comes to guys,” he responded. “So are you two secretly going out? Does he even know?”

I looked up, not wanting to tell him that Jughead did not even want to be with me.

“No, we’re not together. As soon as we hooked up, he told me it was a mistake,” I mumbled to my brother.

“He what?!” Archie exploded. “I am going to make him regret ever saying that.”

With that he turned around and stormed out of the locker room.

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My Masterlist

I sit in a bathtub 
with pink water, and 
I think of how romantic 
I am for you. 
You wouldn’t have loved 
me otherwise.
You see, 
I am a woman.
And I still saved you. 
You love me with all my poems
and love letters. 
I make everything 
intimate for you. 
I make it in your name.
I own everything, so sensitive. 
I am a woman in bed all day for you. 
Are you a romantic, my love?
Are you a man with half of his heart
in his chest 
and the other half in his hand?
I think of how romantic I am. 
A phenomenon; how much love 
lingers in me. Even on my skin, 
the love for you cries. 
It stays on me, asking of you. 

I am in the bathtub,
water dripping on my back.
Asking God of you. 
Planning a love burlesque
only for you. 
I am a romantic.
I am a woman. 
I took the moon 
and bathe in honey
for the salvation of you.

—  Bathing In Romance by Royla Asghar 
Dance Tutor

Jimin x reader

summary: Jimin is your dance tutor

requested by: slsove

genre: smut, some angst

word count: 2K


The day was exhausting.
The whole day at school was kind of hectic seeing as it was finals week.
Stress was getting the best of you because you felt like you couldn’t do anything right. You felt like you were stupid, incapable, lazy…

So you were headed to the dance studio. Dancing was one of the ways you managed to relieve stress but seeing as today was Thursday, it was just going to get worse.

Why?

Well, some days you could come to the studio alone and just do you but on Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays you had a dance tutor.
And Park Jimin was the biggest pain in the ass ever.

You’ve never met someone so annoying.
He demanded so much, pushed you to your limits and mocked you when you couldn’t do everything right.
Just thinking about going there now made you stressed.

You sighed loudly as you pulled over in the parking lot in front of the studio.

You took deep breaths. ‘Just remember, ignore him, do your best, you love dancing so stop thinking about it so much and let it go.’

When you opened your eyes the first thing you saw was another car pull up to the parking lot, just a few meters in front of you.
Immediately as it pulled over, someone got out of the car.

Jimin was carrying a bag that looked heavy under his arms and you could see his bicep flex as he tried to pull it up.

Pussy. You thought, smirking at yourself.

He shut the door and locked the car, heading to the entrance. He hasn’t noticed you staring.

When the doors shut behind him, you got out of your own car taking your bag and heading inside, trying to avoid him as long as possible.


After changing into your crop top black hoodie and your black yoga pants you tied your hair in a high pony tail and took a deep breath.

You ran your hands over your body looking at yourself in the changing room mirror.

Calm down. Ignore his words. Just dance.’

After calming down a bit you grabbed your water bottle and headed to the practice room.

Expecting to see him inside already dancing like he always did, you walked in slowly trying not to get noticed.

But surprisingly, he was not there, only a younger group of girls getting ready to leave.

You got inside feeling a bit relieved but confused, because Jimin was always there.

Shrugging it off and taking a sip of water you walked over to the girls that were just leaving.

“Hey, you need that?” You said pointing to the big boombox next to them.

One of the girls smiled, “no we were just leaving.”

You nodded and smiled back, pulling out your phone getting ready to place it on the boombox.

“Hey you’re the girl that has Park as a dance tutor right?”

You were confused for a sec but you nodded as an answer anyway.

“Lucky.” Two other girls said at the same time.

You snorted from laughter. “Why? Park Jimin is noting but a big pain in the ass. Believe me, you don’t want him as a dance tutor.”

You took another sip, now scrolling through the songs trying to find something to dance to.

“I don’t know about that, “said the girl again, “but I know Park Jimin is a hot peace of meat.”

And they all giggled as you stayed shook by their words. These girls were only about 12 years old?

But you couldn’t deny it. Even though Jimin was an annoying piece of shit, he was pretty good looking.
If he wasn’t the way he is maybe you’d find yourself thinking about him more.
How his hair stuck to his forehead when he got sweaty, how his body moved so smoothly, no matter which song was playing, how he flexed during some really hard moves, how his tongue sometimes stuck out and how his face looked when he was concentrated on what he was doing.

“I mean…"you shrugged, admitting that he is hot but also showing that you were not fazed by it that much.

“I prefer dancing on my own.”

The girl nodded and giggled again.

The conversation was done and you were glad because of it, their giggles were starting to really annoy you.

After a minute, they were finally gone and now you finally had time for yourself.
Jimin was still not here and you were partially hoping he wouldn’t come at all. But also, you hoped he would come, just for the visual.

The door closed and you finally played the song on full volume.

When you danced you felt nothing else, only the beat moving your body. It was like pure bliss and seeing yourself dance in the mirror made you proud of yourself because you were actually pretty good.

The third song was nearing to an end and Jimin was still not there. What was going on?
Suddenly you couldn’t dance, your thoughts became wrapped up only around Jimin.

You cringed at yourself. ’No. Stop. What are you thinking about?’
You tried to get him off your mind and you tried to dance.

But the image of the one time Jimin’s shirt raised up while dancing made you trip over your own feet and you slammed down on the floor.

You hit your leg hard on the floor and you hissed at the sharp pain in your kneecap.

You shut your eyes trying to stop a tear from falling.
How embarrassing is it to fall and hurt yourself because of something like that?

You calmed down for a bit and just kept laying down staring at the ceiling.
The music was still playing loud so you didn’t hear the doors open and then shut.

But what you heard was laughter. And it was damn well familiar.
The mocking laughter of Park Jimin.

“Yes that was really funny.“you groaned sarcastically as you got up to your feet. You stared at him standing behind you in the mirror.

His face showed that he was really enjoying this. He walked over still laughing.

“It was hilarious, could you do that again please?“he continued to laugh at you.

He suddenly started acting out your fall and you clenched your fists out of anger trying to remember what you said to yourself before getting here.

“Okay could you just do your job please and tutor me or something? You know? Sounds familiar?”
You sounded so stupid while angry.

He stopped laughing but you could still see it in his eyes. He will not forget this.
“You’re right, you need some obviously.”

Sighing and rolling your eyes you tried to continue everything normally.

“Okay so can we start where we left off?”

You wanted to start as soon as possible because that meant Jimin was going to concentrate on dancing more than you and that was very much what you needed.


Half an hour passed and it was mostly good because he wasn’t commenting as much as usual but of course there were some usual remarks here and there.

“No, the right leg. Jesus…”

“Straighten your back you’re not the hunch back of Notre Dame.”

“Again.”

“Oh my god, stop that! No! You’re to slow can’t you hear how the fast the song is going.”

“How are you already that sweaty, even I don’t sweat that much.”

You ignored it each time as best as you could.

But some comments could not be let go.

“Why are you even here when you’re that bad?”

You stopped abruptly. You turned to him, noticing he was only about five feet away from you.
You felt your cheeks getting red and your fists clenched so hard, your nails dug in your palms.

“JESUS CAN YOU JUST STOP BITCHING AND LET ME BE!?”

That shout surprised him. And honestly, it surprised you too. You’ve never yelled like that at anyone.
But you couldn’t stop yourself.

“ALL YOU DO IS FUCKING CRITICIZE! CAN’T YOU JUST PRAISE ME ONCE? I AM NOT BAD AT THIS IT’S JUST YOU BEING AN ASSHOLE!”

You asked for praise. Oh my god. ‘Just stop. It’s getting worse.’

Jimin stared at you blankly for a few moments. He was obviously shocked at your words.

But something was wrong with you. Suddenly you stopped being so mad and the only thing you could think about how his hair was pushed back from his sweaty forehead, how his chest was rising rapidly up and down trying to catch a breath, how his full lips were slightly parted and how his eyebrows were scrunched in the cutest way ever.

You could feel the temperature rising as you took in his every feature.

‘It’s wrong.’ You said to yourself. ’How can you see him like that right now?’

The silent moment between you two seemed to last forever.

And then something happened. Something you never expected.

Jimin walked over to you and-

he kissed you.

Park Jimin was kissing you.
The one that always criticized and mocked you. He was now kissing you.

You were shocked, so much that you didn’t even know what to do with your hands.

The kiss was hard but at the same time soft. It was like he waited a long time to do this.
It was hungry.

“Oh come on."he mumbled against your lips. He grabbed your hands and put them on the sides of his face, like he was encouraging you to kiss back.

And as soon as your hands found their way you kissed back. And he groaned in approval.

You never realized how much sexual tension was between you two.
Not until this moment.

Your hands wrapped around his neck and suddenly he grabbed you by your thighs and you instinctively jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist.

He grabbed your ass squeezing it and moaning into your lips making you moan as well.

He took the opportunity of your parted lips to slip his tongue inside deepening the kiss.

You didn’t even fight for dominance because he obviously had it in him to lead.

He walked forward, slamming you into a wall, his hands immediately finding your exposed waist and belly caressing it up and down.

His body felt so good against your own. It felt like it was supposed to always be like this.

Your fingers found their way in his hair. You moaned again, parting away from him, leaning your head back, letting his soft lips attack your neck.

He bit and sucked on your neck, undoubtedly leaving marks all over. And feeling him groan against your neck made it feel even better.

"Ah, Jimin…"you moaned.

Then, like it was a signal for him, he slipped his hand inside your pants and his fingers found their way to your already wet core.

He stopped kissing and he leaned his forehead on yours staring at your lips and eyes intently, wanting to see your face as he pleasured you.

His fingers rubbed circles on your clit and the feeling was so good it made you jolt up a bit.

You watched him bite his lip hard as he put even more pressure on you.

You could feel his bulge on your leg and you moaned at the feeling.

"Jimin, please.” you let out short breaths.

“What do you want me to do to you (Y/N)?” He said seductively in your ear.

His fingers moved faster and you couldn’t stand it. You needed to feel him.

“I need you-"you were interrupted by your own moaning.

"Tell me."he groaned as he grinded on your leg with his bulge.

"I need you inside me."you managed to say through your shaky breaths.

And with no second thought, he pulled out his hand, pushed your legs down on the floor pulling your pants down.
He started to take off his as you quickly stepped out of your own.

You pulled your hoodie up leaving yourself in only a sports bra. It annoyed you that he had to see you in that instead of something prettier.

But he licked his lips at the sight and that encouraged you to drop down on your knees and to take the bra off.

”(Y/N)…“he groaned at the sight of you on your knees in front of him.

He pulled off his shirt revealing his glorious abs and chest.

Licking your lips at the sight of it you started palming him through his underwear.

His hands found their way on your head and he groaned, "Untie your hair baby.”

You did as you were told. You untied you hair letting him tangle his fingers in it as you kissed his bulge teasing him a bit.

“(Y/N) no teasing please…"he said with his eyes closed and his head thrown back.

Listening to what he said, you pulled his underwear down his beautiful legs letting his length spring up free.

You almost gasped at the sight. You never imagined Jimin being this big.

You could see him smirking at your expression and he licked his lips.
"Wrap those pretty lips around me now baby.”

And you did.
You kissed the tip first, tasting the precum on it and then started to slowly take him all in your mouth, not caring if it’s too much. You just wanted to please him and so you did.

You started to deep-throat him, feeling satisfied because of the sounds he was making.
His hands were on the back of your head as he started to push himself even deeper inside, hitting the back of your throat causing a tear to fall from your eye.

Seeing you like that he pulled out not wanting to choke you.
“You okay?"he asked with concern in his voice.

Your only answer was to take him in your hand and to lick his shaft from bottom to top swirling your tongue around him at the tip.

"Oh shit."he threw his head back at the feeling. You felt him twitch in your hand and you stopped what you were doing.

Seeing what you wanted next he made it come true as he picked you up from the floor again and slammed you against the wall once more.
He kissed you hard, pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth.

You moaned at the feeling of your breasts against his strong chest.

You looked behind him, catching the reflection of you two in the mirror.
You loved he sight of his back muscles flexing and it turned you on even more.

"I need you now Jimin."you breathed next to his ear, biting the earlobe softly.

And as soon as you said that he lined himself at your entrance and he slammed into you with no warning.

You screamed out his name in pleasure as your nails dug into his back leaving scratches.

"Oh God! Yes!"you couldn’t seem to breathe as he started to slam into you mercilessly.

Fuck you’re so tight.“he hissed on your neck gripping your thighs tightly.

You gripped his hair as he kept pounding as fast as he could.

Jimin was filling you up completely and it felt so good that you couldn’t even make a sound for a few moments. It felt like you were choking back on your own moans.

"I’m close…"you managed to say somehow.

"I’m close too baby."Jimin breathed.

He kept going but even faster, all while letting out moans of pleasure.

The sounds that Jimin were making were so hot you felt cumming any second.

”(Y/N) I’m..“Jimin started stuttering.

"Fuck Jimin…"you breathed. "Kiss me.”

He kissed you and you moaned into his mouth.

Your walls clenched around him and he groaned at the feeling.

And with a couple of thrusts more you came all around him, screaming his name out loud.

He pounded a couple more times and then he pulled out, you dropped on your knees in front of him and opened your mouth wide waiting for him to shoot his load.

Pumping with his hand a few more times he released, cumming all over your face.

You looked up at him with a satisfied look on your face.
He licked his lips looking pretty happy himself.

This was something you never expected to happen but you were glad it did. You didn’t know where this was going to lead but you were hoping it would happen again.

I cannot believe I have to actually spell this out but I am Mad right now

I’m sure people are aware by now that I’m not a fan of people reposting my comics to other sites, especially without asking permission or giving credit, because any potential new audience then has no idea how to get back to me to read the rest of the comic and I miss out on potential new readership or even income in the long run. My biggest problem is with reposts to Instagram because it’s damn near impossible to track and yet so easy for a dozen accounts to screenshot a stolen comic from one post and then it gets spread around like wildfire,slowly degrading in quality and all without watermarks. Some of these accounts have 10k+ followers while I only have 400, and it just sucks that these big accounts do not care about the content creators at all.

Now I’ve been dealing with this for months and unfortunately I’m kind of used to it but today it hit a new low. Someone messaged me on Instagram to alert me to a repost, and the centre section of the comic you see above with my web address and the words ‘do not repost’ very clearly written had been completely deleted. That’s not even wilful ignorance, that’s making a conscious decision to disregard the creator’s request in the favour of getting more likes on your account. Seriously what is wrong with people. It’s great that my comics are popular and relatable enough that so many accounts want to post them but I do not benefit from that whatsoever and at this point it’s just plain rude. Please please do not do it, and if you ever come across any of my comics on Instagram that are not posted by me (jammyscribbler) then please report them or send me a link. Sorry for the long rant but I’m very upset right now and if this kind of thing carries on I may have to stop posting comics for free altogether.

I want you (2) ~Khal Drogo

Allright, the smutty part is going to be starting soon. Be prepared my dears.

Especially you @book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure :D

Warnings: Smut, Long, Cute.

Originally posted by klaroline-westeros

He took you with him, to his tent

His hand was big compared to your smaller ones, the grip was strong and tight but not too tight. “fin hash yer elat tat tat tat anna?” What was he going to do to you? It was straight forward what you thought and it was probably what he was going to do. Drogo turned around. His dark eyes piercing into yours. He pulled you roughly closer and tore away a part of your dress. A slight growl escaping his mouth.

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Request: @widowsfics   The last one ( I swear) 4 and 11 with Steve

@vashanatasha   11) “Did you use my cologne? You smell like me.“ with Stevie 🙏🏻

Prompts: 4)“I don’t want to go, your dad doesn’t like me.”

11) “Did you use my cologne? You smell like me.”

Words: 1156

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy like so much fluffy 

Thank you @widowsfics  you are the best and i love you.

“Babe, please.” You plead to your boyfriend as soon as he lies in bed with you. He looks so good with his hair wet and sweatpants “You know that I would do anything for you, but not this.” You turn around staring at his blue eyes, Steve was always such a good boyfriend, unless when it comes to your family then he refuses to have a conversation.

“You always do this, can’t you see how important is this party to me?” You say gently trying to convince him, a couple of weeks ago your sister got engaged and your family was throwing her a party on Sunday to celebrate but Steve was being stubborn trying to make you go alone.

“Sweetheart, you don’t need me. All your family and friends are going to be there. I bet you are going to have a lot more fun without me. You can dance, gossip and drink without me to hold you back.” You roll your eyes at him; sometimes he really acted like a 100-year-old guy.

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