back-lane

Anyway yes if you’re white and very outspoken about racism and race-related issues, especially in fandom, it should be written somewhere on your blog that you’re white. Cause when it’s about these issues, your voice doesn’t have the same weight as ours, and one shouldn’t be mistaken for the other. Not to mention that some of you end up thinking that you’re so much better than the other whites and somehow immune to racism, which is not the case lol, and sometimes you need to be put back in your lane. Which is difficult to do when we’re not sure if you’re white or not.

  • me: hey
  • bias: *exists*
  • me: aww
  • biaswrecker: sup
  • me: bOI U BETTER BACK INTO UR OWN LANE B4 I MAKE U
Bygones of the Sun | 04 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 4.8k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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Guy tries to block me in traffic, gets mirror adjusted.

I ride a motorcycle in California and lane split, where it is legal (and encouraged by the CHP) to do so. Some jack-ass in a prius saw me filtering up to the front of a red light and pulled all the way over to block me. Mind you, he is like 3 cars from the front anyway, and my filtering has exactly 0 effect upon his commute. Hell, I am actually reducing traffic by not taking up space in line.

Well, rather than rage out and honk my horn or rev my engine, I just wedged in a car and a half behind him and waited for the light to go green. When the light went green the guy gets back into his lane and starts driving normally. Now, knowing that he is in a prius, I was pretty sure he only checks his mirrors when he is stopped at a light and has nothing better to do. Now was my time to strike. I stayed in position in lane until the next light approached, and this time as I coasted up I held out my left hand and folded his mirror backward as I passed.

No damage to his vehicle, of course, but he’s going to have to stop what he’s doing at some point to put his mirror back into position, inconveniencing him roughly about the same amount of time as he inconvenienced me this morning. Worth noting that intentionally blocking a motorcycle in traffic in CA is considered against the law and in some cases can be ruled attempted homicide.

Ok but that scene where the president is like “j'onn is down, so ur in charge now” would’ve been the perfect opportunity to bring back lucy lane with a snarky comment like “Actually…I’m in charge now”. Why must i suffer like this. Bring my bi daughter back

maad man ❖ chanyeol

@lazylarni requested: I am in love with ‘Teenage Fever’, it’s honestly my favourite thing! Thank you so much. So, I was wondering if you could write an age gap, fluff/smut fic- with Chanyeol being a music teacher, having a one to one lesson, teaching the reader how to play piano- getting touchy & so on. Can either be a oneshot or an ongoing thing. Whatever is easier for you guys. Thank you once again, I love you writings so so so much!💚💚

(gif not mine, credits to the owner)

2571 words | smut, masturbation, age gap | velvet

✎ Mr. Park has always been a very nice music teacher because he always knew you were a great student, but when he start to see the way you’re turning, he has to bring you back into the right lane and remind you that good girls go far, bad girls die soon.


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Margaret

It’s not odd at all to have a connection with a home, a place where bits of your life happened. But what about a home that you have no personal connection to other than noticing it’s sheer beauty peering out from amongst a thick blanket of trees? I cannot even begin to explain the flood of excitement and admiration that washed over me the first time I spotted the house I will from here on out refer to as Margaret. Like with most places I find, I was out on a random weekend drive. While speeding down Route 2 in Mason County, West Virginia toward Point Pleasant, a road I’ve been down countless times, something in the distance caught my eye that I had never noticed. I quickly turned around and headed off the main road, dropped my car into 2nd gear and began to slowly ascend up a narrow one lane back road. As I grew closer and the trees parted, I simply could not believe what laid upon my gaze. How could something so beautiful and majestic just be sitting here all alone? Needless to say I immediately fell in love with this antebellum gem. Dozens of questions about this place flooded my curious mind as I drove up the muddy and narrow driveway. That was in December 2015.

Over the past year or so I’ve been periodically making the 45 minute drive to shoot photos of Margaret. No matter what my mood she always made me feel better. I don’t know why I immediately felt such a strong connection with a home that I’ve never lived in. Perhaps she knew I would be coming along one day and admire her how someone once had. I sure as hell can’t fathom why someone would leave her behind. Sadly while on a recent visit, that same moment of laying eyes on her as the trees parted that made me fall in love, this time made my heart fall to the pit of my stomach. At first glance at a distance I thought maybe someone was demolishing the home. As I drove closer I realized that it was far worse. Margaret had been torched. I looked at the rubble and just kept saying “No! No! No!” as I drove closer. How!? Why?! I had just visited a few weeks prior and everything was fine. Judging by what’s left (or rather lack there of) it appears she burned for a while. Who the hell would do something like this? One thing is for certain, I will miss Margaret dearly.

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heavydirtysoul is like laying in bed at 3:00 AM, crying, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle your sobs because you can’t stop…

stressed out is like walking around your neighborhood at night during the summer, around midnight, so the moon is out…heavy, hot rain beats down on your back…

ride is like having a birthday party at a young age but none of your friends are able to make it, so you have to pack everything up early and are left with disappointment…

fairly local is like running away from something that’s chasing you, something dangerous. i don’t know what, but like an impending darkness trying to grab at you and you’re trying so hard to escape and running so so fast…

tear in my heart is like being at a loud party with bright strobe lights flashing everywhere and you’re stuck in the middle of a giant, dancing crowd, pushing you back and forth…

lane boy is like being late to class and when you walk in, everybody stares at you like you just committed a huge crime and you go about your day earning hard glares from people you don’t even know…

doubt is like sitting on your bed in the dark, total darkness, with your knees tucked to your chest and your eyes closed with a few tears slowly rolling down your cheeks because you just had a fight with a close friend and there’s no way to fix your friendship…

polarize is like being at a concert and you’re in the front row, the speakers are so loud you can feel your heart vibrating from it, and the band you’re watching is playing your favorite song and you’re so happy…

we don’t believe what’s on tv is like driving around at 3:00 am because you can’t sleep because your thoughts are gnawing at you, trying to drag you down, but you’re just clinging on to one little thing to keep you sane…

message man is like shooting a gun for the first time, you’re first session at a gun range, and you hit the center of the target perfectly and a bolt of joy shoots through you because you’re so proud…

hometown is like hearing the news that someone you loved committed suicide, or just anyone. and then the coping that follows that, the pain of trying to regather yourself after realizing that there really are people that hate their life…

not today is like ending a battle, victorious. you won. it’s gone. it’s over. there’s no need NOT to smile. you’re dancing. you’re crying tears of joy. twirling around in the rain. victory.

goner is like sitting on your knees, so weak, until finally…you’re slowly gaining strength…slowly being able to stand…slowly being able to walk. run. live. you’re alive.

~Guys, guuuys...

I’ve just learnt that Ben Affleck:

- has taught himself Arabic

- speaks Spanish and French too

- is so good at doing impressions that when he did one to Morgan Freeman, it was so accurate Freeman told him, “You ever do that again, I’ll kill you”

- won $356,000 by winning the California State Poker Championships in June 2004 - defeating some of the best poker players in the world in the process

- filmed four movies simultaneously in 2001: Pearl Harbor, Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, Changing Lanes, and The Sum of All Fears 

- began an intense two-hour a day workout regime the day after he was cast as Batman

- received a lifetime ban from playing blackjack at the Las Vegas’ Hard Rock Casino due to his ‘counting cards’ skills


Which tells me:

1. He’s fucking smart. I mean, he can pick up/learn languages pretty well (one of which is Arabic, Damian are you listening and he majored in Middle Eastern Affairs in college) and he is a boss at poker/blackjack.

2. He’s a workaholic. Look, I’ve never made a film (or even a short video) in my entire life, but he did 4 in one year at the same time and I bet he’s done similar workloads throughout his career. Also, see: two-hour a day workout regime for more evidence.

3. He can do good enough impressions to freak the fuck out of God™.


Ergo

= Ben Affleck is well on his way to being Ultimate Batman

All Hail the mighty Bat!

Originally posted by ageofsuperheroes

(edit: someone didn’t like my previous gif-use due to literal-Superman-bashing, and I agreed. Sorry, I didn’t see Supes little face on the wee gif-screen. Here’s some batfleck just being the best Bat he can)

ignore me creepy internet researching the fuck out of him to get my hands on this info. i needed it to defend myself from absolutely no one. fucking fight me

Homecoming

// In which Alejandro Antonio Bartholomew IV makes his first appearance  in Miami //

This is Part 1 the much awaited sugar daddy Justin series. 

Disclaimer: I am not a spanish speaker therefore I apologize in advanced if there are any grammatical issues.

*Contains Mature Content*

pls enjoy and i hope y'all look forward to this series - drea✨

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open letter

summary: tell me how a heart breaks || bucky x reader || A N G S T 

warnings: sad sad sad sad saaaaaad

note: this is my entry for chels’ (@marvelous-fvcks) writing challenge! congrats on your milestone, babylove! My prompt was #14. “I’ve got you.” I hope you guys like this! And please don’t kill me for breaking your heart. Feedback is appreciated always. This is short and quite bad and I am so sorry.

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Dad!Shawn

request: dad!shawn


Your sixteen-year-old son was sitting on the couch, texting one of his friends, when Shawn tossed him a key. “Go cut the grass. Gettin’ long.”

“Can’t you do it?” He asked, groaning.

“C’mon, it’s just the grass. And ll you have to do is sit and steer!” Shawn laughed, walking over to the fridge. “Babe, are you going grocery shopping soon?” He asked, looking at you.

“Yeah, probably this afternoon. Why?”

“Curious.” Shawn said, taking out an apple. He walked down the hall to the small in-home studio that was built years ago, and before he shut the door, he yelled, “Cut the damn grass!”

Your son groaned, but stood up, and went to put on shoes. “Watch out for your sister’s tree, she got it from some field trip, and it’s pretty small. Don’t run over it!” You warned, going to get dressed, and wake up the still-sleeping four-year-old.

After waking her up, and getting dressed, you saw the neighbors that had bought the house across the street were moving in, and it looked like there was a girl about your son’s age. “Momma, are we going shopping?” Your daughter asked, noticing the reusable bags were sitting on the table.

“Yeah, wanna go get Dad with me?” You asked, taking her hand and walking down the hall. You opened the door and the small girl ran into the room, hopping onto Shawn’s knee.

“Hey, sweetie!” Shawn smiled, dropping the pen he was using on the desk, and wrapping his arms around her. “What’re you doing?” He asked, laughing when she began to draw smiley faces on his sheet music.

“Drawin’!” She said, not looking up.

“Do you wanna go shopping with us?” You asked, walking into the room, running your hand through Shawn’s curly locks.

“Yeah, lemme just go change into somehting more appropriate.” He said, standing up. He was wearing some old basketball shorts, and an old John Mayer tee.

You nodded, going out to tell your son that you were leaving. He saw you and stopped the mower, and walked over to you. “Why did you and Dad have to buy such a big yard, oh my God.” He complained.

“Hey, you didn’t seem to mind at your party, when you had friends literally everywhere.” You teased, smiling. “Your dad, sister, and I are going food shopping. Maybe you should surprise your father and wash the car before we get back.” You smiled, knowing the Jeep needed a wash.

“Maybe. Let me finish the yard first, Mom!” He smiled. “Can you get that cereal I finished yesterday?” He asked, eyes hopeful.

“Sure, sure. If you need anything else, just text me.” You said, heading back into the house.


At the grocery store, you were pushing the cart, and occasionally adding things into it, while Shawn was walking behind you with your daughter next to him. “Ooh, can we et this!? Please?” She asked, holding up a pop-out spaghetti strainer.

“Why? We don’t need that, sweetie.” Shawn laughed, taking it from her hands.

“Oh,” She said, shoulders dropping. “Can we get- can we get ice cream!?” She asked, jumping up and down.

You smiled, nodding. “Since someone finished it without telling anyone, we need some anyway.” You said, giving a pointed look towards your husband, who was suddenly interested in the cake mix next to him.

“You know,” Shawn said, walking up to you. “My parents can take the kids for the weekend, give us a little alone time.” He whispered, knowing it had been a while since you two were alone.

“Not this weekend, maybe next.” You said, tossing a box of tampons into the cart.

“Damn.” Shawn grumbled, looking at his phone when it went off. “Looks like the kid found out there’s a girl his age across the street.” Shawn laughed, texting his son back.

“Hmm, maybe if he listened at dinner, he would know.” You smiled, steering the cart towards the checkout lanes.


Back at home, you and Shawn unloaded the groceries, with your daughter helping out when she could. Once everything was put away, you peeked outside, and saw your son finishing up the front yard. “He’s still not finished?” You questioned, mostly just talking out loud.

You walked out to the front porch, and sat down in the swing that was on the porch, and soon Shawn joined you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I like this, I didn’t have to cut the grass, get to relax with you while-”

“My tree!” Your daughter went zooming by at breakneck speeds for her age, and ran over to the small conifer tree that was not a tree anymore.

You snorted, and stood up, going to console her, as you saw her start to cry. Shawn followed, wanting to see what was on his son’s mind. “It’s ok, honey, we can get you another one.” You picked her up, and she nodded, wiping her tears.

“How didn’t you see the bright pink tape tied to the top of the tree?” Shawn asked, curious.

“Umm,” Your son looked across the street, where the neighbors were setting up a bench in their porch, and you smirked.

“Someone’s got a crush!” You teased, walking back inside.

“Shut up, Mom!” Your son looked at the ground, but you could see his face was a deep red.


Shawn laughed, following his family inside.


a/n: this is queued to go up while i’m on vacation but still send free to give me feedback :D 

anonymous asked:

BITCH YOU JUST JEALOUS THAT HINATA IS PRETTIER AND HAD MORE FANS THAN SAKURA WHO IS IRRELEVANT ANYWAY. GOOD THING SP TRY TO PULL HER AWAY FROM THE ANIME SHE'S FUCKING SUCK AND FLAT CHESTED UGLY MOTHER WHICH WHY SASUKE LEFT HER RAISING HER UGLY CHILD ALONE HINATA ALL THE WAY

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAAHAHHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA

First of stop shouting loser.

HINATA IS PRETTIER  My ass



SAKURA WHO IS IRRELEVANT ANYWAY

Guess who doesn’t think of sakura as irrilevant ;) The one who wanted her love during the whole manga while your oppai hime was stalking him

FLAT CHESTED

UGLY MOTHER

I guess your eyes are even worse than your shitty hime eyes


WHY SASUKE LEFT HER RAISING


OH you mean  the moments that showed how desperate naruto was to go away from shitnata?

Or perhaps naruto sleeping in a fucking sofa and drinking instead of staying with someone like hinata

Get back in your lane and grow some balls before calling me a bitch, shithead. That’s why the hinata fandom is even worse than the character herself.