be kind to your fellow man

“My faith was shaped when I was a small child, and I was told that God loves everybody. When I got older, they started adding stuff on. I am not so big on the add-ons.
The church I grew up in had a retired missionary with an unconventional point of view. He was very much a ‘God loves you’ person and not a ‘You can’t wear makeup because Jesus won’t love you’ person. One Sunday he got up and told us a story that was given to him as a lesson by the missionary who trained him.
The church had a strong missionary connection in Swaziland, and they went and told some African tribe that Jesus only wants you to have one wife. The leader of the tribe had two wives at the time, so he said, ‘But I have two wives.’
The missionary was very stern about it and said, ‘No, Jesus only wants you to have one wife. You can only have one.’
So the missionary went off and came back after some days, and the leader of the tribe said, ‘Your Jesus is a good fellow, and I listened to what he had to say, and I have solved the problem. I now have only one wife.’
He had killed his younger wife.
He killed her because it was the logical thing to do. Because she had been his wife, she had no value to anyone else. She would’ve been ostracized, no man would’ve wanted her, no one would’ve hunted for her, she would’ve had no food, and no one would’ve spoken to her. Killing her was an act of kindness. From his perspective, the missionary had told him, ‘Jesus wants you to kill one of your wives. Which one are you going to kill?’
So Ed told us the story and said, ‘You need to understand that you have to be very careful when you talk with people about the rules.’ He also told us about the woman who came into church, came down in front of everyone, accepted Jesus, did all of those things, and it was a beautiful thing. Then the ladies in the church came to congratulate her and welcome her into the church by telling her she couldn’t wear make-up and those earrings had to go. They never saw her again.
So, when I turned 18 and went off to college, one of the first things I did was get my ears pierced three times, shave my head and dye my hair bright blue.”

Hubbardston, MA

anonymous asked:

someone is getting married. that someone is dragged to a strip club for their bachelor party by the rest of the RFA+V+Saeran. just how much of a hot mess would this nightmare be?

A/N: Can y’all imagine though, can y’all imAGINE I WANNA SEE THEM IN A STRIP CLUB LMAO~Admin 404

Not even gonna lie i’m the person who says “nooo it’s embarrassing” but take me there and i’d be stuffing dollar bills down thongs like no tomorrow ~ Admin 626


-is he even alLOWED IN HERE



-He’s a blushing mess the whole time, he can’t even look anywhere

-Seriously, he covers his eyes every time someone walks by because??? They’re half naKED


-Text: “MC, they dragged me here I swear I’m not looking at anYONE I’M NOT LOOKING, I’M NOT TOUCHING, NOTHING” Response: “yoosung wtf”

-Saeyoung tried to get him a private dance and he literally screeched and ran away


-Overall he did not like it. He was so nervous, and could not enjoy himself. Blew up MC’s phone telling them how much he loves them, stood outside or hid in the bathroom a lot of the time as well


-He literally has no interest

-He had no sexual interest in people before anyways

-Well at least not any interest large enough to act upon

-He loves you for who you are, not your body

-That being said, he kind of just sat there all night with an uninterested stare

-He felt a little awkward every time he saw a fellow business man (especially ones he knew or has done business with)

- “a lot of these men are married why are they throwing money at these half naked people”

-Zen kept telling him that he was killing the vibe at his own bachelor party and he just shrugged

-He was so bored the entire time, he absolutely hated it

-Silently judged everyone in the room just to pass the time, also tried to secretly text you until the others noticed and took his phone


-He didn’t care about the strippers

-He danced along to almost every song that came on



-Wasn’t about having the strippers dance up on him though

- pls i am a child of god do not do this

- i am devout to my MC, they are the love of my life get away from me with your sIN

-When his song came on you can bet your sweet ass he jumped up on the stage

-Seriously he was workin’ it. Strippin’ it. Putting his thing down, flipping and reversing it.

-Saeran had to drag him off of the stage before he could do anything else, but Zen had already recorded it and sent it to MC, who in turn, laughed their asses off and refused to let it go for years


-He does not like other people

-Let alone strange, mostly naked people


-Absolutely hates it there and wants nothing more than to go home

-He misses his precious MC ;A;

-It took A LOT to get him where he is in the relationship he has with you

-He wouldn’t do anything to mess it up

-Not to mention, he has literally NO interest in anyone else but you??

-Saeyoung tried to get him to get a personal dance but that idea was shot down fairly quickly when he was almost punched in the face

-He actually spent most of the time just sitting there. Most people wouldn’t come near him because Death Glare™. Did not enjoy himself, not at all




- like yeah they got nice bodies??? But u know who has a nicer body???



- ofc he doesn’t dance up on anyone, he’s a saint, he loves MC




- B L U S H I N G



- she just DOWNS drinks to get through the night, she wants to be supportive

- she drunk texts u a lot

- “hey,,, hey MC,,, are u a whistle cause i want to blow u,,,”

- “There will be only seven planets remaining after i destroy ur anus,,,”

- “if u were a potato,,, I’d mash the hell out of you,,,”

- MC screenshots everything and sends it to the group chat

- Jaehee looks at some of the strippers for candidates for a possible threesome ;;))))


- this sweet, innocent boy doesn’t know what to do

- he wants to support his friends but???

- he’s not really someone who gets drunk and he’s definitely not for watching strippers

- so what does he do???

- he imagines ur the one stripping instead

- like he’s seriously just staring at a wall pretending ur there

- at some point though, saeyoung manages to drag V up on stage??




- he just follows along with saeyoung???

- everyone seems to be loving it so he must be doing something right???

- he ends up loving it

- considers stripping as a career

- then he decided that you’re the only person he strips for me ;;))


A/N: I know, I know. I’ve done a Peter Parker x Stark!reader imagine, but I wanted to take a different approach and form an actual story instead of one imagine. Peter will not take be in this imagine since this is purely exposition between the reader and Tony Stark. I’m not sure when Peter will show up, but he will before Civil War. This is set during Iron Man and for the sake of story telling, Iron Man, Iron Man 2, the Avengers, and Civil War will happen in a year or so

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Reader x Father!Klaus

Requested by Anon

Part One   Part Two

“What’re you wearing?” Klaus snapped as he walked past your room, no doubt on his way to teach Hope a new hybrid lesson.


“Clothing, it’s been around since before you were born so you know…” You sighed back and turned to face him.


“You cannot go outside like that (Y/N).” Klaus snapped and you just rolled your eyes, flicking through your phone while he seemed to boil with irritation that you’d ignored him.


“Whatever you say Niklaus.” You sighed which only made things worse.


“What have I told you about called me Niklaus?” Klaus sighed out although it was through gritted teeth.


“That only your friends and loved ones can call you Niklaus, clearly were not friends and I’m not loved.” You quirked an eyebrow and became engrossed in your phone again and flopped down onto your bed.


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korealchemist  asked:

Hey, how have you been doing! I ADORE the baby headcannons and was wondering if you could do the opposite? I've been feeling down and need some comfort BAD. How would Soldier 76, Genji, Reinhardt, and Roadhog react if their pregnant s/o had a miscarriage? How would they try to heal? I really appreciate it and bless your heart, please and thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

((So angst is the name of the game this time! I don’t know why but hurting just feels right so I’m glad I got this request~! You are welcome and thanks for requesting!))

Soldier: 76

-He wasn’t a young man anymore, he had seen and experience loss. From agents to friends or family, he had grown used to the pain of losing someone who meant something to him. But this…this was an entirely new pain

-He isn’t tears or anger, he’s empty like he just doesn’t know what to say. Just when he’s gotten used to the world taking so much, he thought things had gotten better. He had you and you were going to bring a child into the world…and then for whatever reason, the fates had decided to take something away from him again.

-He is by your side and holding your hand tight as can be but the light is gone from his eyes. He’ll hold you while you cry and shush you and smooth his hand over your hair but he is just lost on how to deal himself.

-He talks with Angela about what would happen over the next few days, what, if anything would need to be done and keeps himself together while you slowly crumble apart

-When the both of you are back home and you are finally resting, he kind of wanders around the space of your apartment before his hand settles on one of the first thing you had gotten him to celebrate being a new dad

-He holds it in his hands and thumbs it around before he finally cracks and begins to break down and cry, just painful heart wrenching sobs. You, unable to stay asleep wake up and find him and your arms wrap around him and the both of you cry together. 

-Healing is a slow process for the both of you, but you do it together. The both of you talk softly, express things and if it comes to it seek out some professional help but you both are there for one another constantly.


-He never thought that he would have children so when he heard the news he was unabashed in showing his joy. He is much more contained when Angela delivers the news that neither one of you want to hear.

-A part of the old Genji slipped out, the part of him that was quick to express his emotions; disbelief and then anger tossed Angela’s way before he feels your hand slip into his. You know what this is, you know he can’t help it

-He is ashamed at first but his arms wrap around you tight, his mask off, his forehead pressed to yours as he hushes your apologies and you hush his, Angela leaves you two alone so you can console and comfort one another

-He feels emotionally raw but he doesn’t want to leave your side, he feels the need to hold onto you because he needs some kind of physical proof that he isn’t going to lose you as well. He knows that it makes no sense but you need him there, need his touch as badly as he needs to touch you

-When you fall asleep that night after hours of tears and behind held, Zenyatta is there for the both of you, stating that he could sense the disquiet in the both of you but thought it not right to intrude until the next day. Genji is deep in meditation when you wake but he comes out of it only to pull you to him, onto his lap and ask you to meditate with him

-It’s not an instant fix but it is something, the understanding of loss and gain, life and death, endings and beginnings spoken to you in the tranquil way that only Zenyatta can manage helps to start the healing process.


-You’d never seen the man as quiet or somehow so small as when Angela delivers the news, his massive shoulders and posture deflating, his brilliant blue eye glassy and dazed, voice infinitely softer than normal

-His hand slips into yours, an almost shy, fearful action, afraid that he might break you–or maybe it’s himself–if he squeezes you too tightly right now, his eyes slipping closed as he releases a broken breath

-This man feels deeply and intensely, his anger and happiness just as potent as his anguish and sadness. But it isn’t low sobs, it’s shuddering breaths of disbelief and pain. You stand and wrap your arms around him, pressing his face into your chest, resting your cheek on top of his head. Threading your fingers through his hair, you feel more than you hear his breakdown, tears soaking your shirt as your own dampens the top of his head.

-It takes him a moment until he crushes you to him, the both of you holding onto each other as a tether, allowing the pain to run its course but not lingering too far from one another. He is there for you in those random bouts of volatile emotions; the anger at seemingly benign things, the tears. You are there for him as well, bringing him back when his gaze gets far away and distant, wiping away the tears that well up in both of his eyes.

-He is quick to process through everything, but in the same moment the both of you do not forget the pain that you had felt, the loss. But he reminds you of the joy that you felt at the news, the distant possibility of trying again, of the love that he holds for you and will always hold for you. He has learned it is not best to linger on pains but he also knows that you should never forget them


-As Angela deliver the news, you hear the sound of his breath hitching for a moment before it returns to that slow, deep breaths that were a comforting white noise to you. The sound of metal bending and buckling punctuated the sound of the room, his hands tightening on the metal armrest in his room.

-Turning your head up to look at him, you expected some betrayal of emotion in his eyes behind the mask; anger, sadness, confusion…but there was an eerie calm behind those gray eyes of his, an understanding tinged with a subtle layer of pain

-He gathers you up with a grunt and takes you back to your room, pushing the mask up and off of his face and settling in front of you. He doesn’t say anything as he sits you down, still crying, in front of himself. He takes both of your hands into his massive ones, thumbs rubbing the entirety of your forearm in a slow, soothing motion

-As you calm down and study his face, you can tell that the look on his face, the motions that he is going through are the actions of a man that has been through this before, that has faced this specific kind of loss before. It is why when he heard the news he was hopeful, but knew better than to expect something other than the worst. (If you are a fellow Junker) You both had been through this in the past but you both had been hoping…praying that maybe this would be different

-You catch him at times, staring forlornly at the pachimari you had gifted him when the news had been found out and had made it to eight weeks in, the period of time that you finally felt safe celebrating the news

-He is neither over it nor dwelling on it, it happened and he has to keep forging forward especially for you and with you because he still has that lingering hope that one day things will turn out as they should be, like they could be


Everyone should feel beautiful in their own skin. But I get my hair and make up done professionally. For a job. That’s not beauty. That’s make up it’s a curling iron and hairspray. What’s beautiful is inside you. It’s your creativity. It’s your intelligence. Your empathy and your kindness to your fellow man. I could care less about being “pretty” or “perfect” and we should all ask ourselves why in our society that is the “highest” and most common compliment we are paying to our female friends.

Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 2.)


(Part 2 to The Bachelor Party)

Character(s): Simon x Reader (pre-apocalypse)
After moving to Atlanta, you finally see a familiar face. 
Word Count: 5,247
Warning: SMUT!!! 
Author’s Note: Since Simon isn’t in the comics, I didn’t know what he used to do before the apocalypse, so I made something up. Just wait until part three comes out. Any guesses on what may happen and who may appear? ;) Enjoy!!!! 

(GIF Source: @heartfulloffandoms​)

It had been a year since Jason’s bachelor party. You saved up just enough money to put yourself through school for the first year and after receiving your acceptance letter to an art institute in Atlanta, Georgia, you were more than ready to move out of Las Vegas.

Every time you had to work a bachelor party, you thought back to the two older men that caught your interest: Negan and Simon. There was a likely chance that you would never see them again; Las Vegas was a tourist city. Majority of the people in Las Vegas were tourists for  vacation.

Since moving to Atlanta, you realized it was completely different than Las Vegas. It was much quieter than what you were used to, but you enjoyed it. You managed to get a job as a bartender downtown. The tips alone helped a great deal with bills and your tuition.  

When you left Las Vegas, you also left the life of being a stripper. It was never something you wanted to do long-term.

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Come a Little Bit Closer (Spoiler Warning for GOTv2)

Peter Quill x Reader

Summary: After escaping from Planet Ego, Yondu survives and encourages you and Peter to finally admit your “unspoken thing”

Warning: Swearing

Originally posted by mintpilot

“That was a close call” Peter yelled as he flew onto the awaiting ship with Yondu- both of them wearing spacesuits.

“Hell yeah it was boy, nearly had my ass handed to me by that maniac” Yondu dusted off his jacket and called Kraglin in to get a report on the ship.

“Peter! Are you okay?” you rushed up to your fellow Terran and checked him over for injuries.

“I`m okay Y/N” he pulled you to him and his eyes reassured you but behind his look was relief and sadness.

“Who knew my Dad was a fucking psycho?” he asked you.

“I told ya Pete, he was a creepy motherfucker when he told me to pick up kids from different planets. I am so glad I didn’t take you to him” Yondu patted Peter on the back as the rest of the team gaped at the revelation that Yondu saved Peter.

Peter didn’t say a word, just went up to his mentor and hugged him.

“Whatcha playing at kid” Yondu complained but hugged back.

The next couple of days were spent recovering from the trauma and treating wounds so you all decided a stop on Knowhere for a much needed night off.

“Whew, I am ready to get laid” Kraglin cracked his knuckles and checked his hair in the Milano`s paint.

“Laid down? Where?” Drax asked and Rocket rolled his eyes.

“On a bed. With a woman” Rocket quipped and chuckled at the gasp from Mantis.

“I wish I was on a bed with a man” she confessed.

“Maybe one day, if you wear a mask” Drax replied.

“Drax! What the hell dude?” you poked him for saying that to a woman.

“Let`s go get fucked” Yondu raised his arm to move us forward to the bars.

“I am Groot” came the small voice from Peter`s shoulder.

“You`re too young” Peter replied and patted the small tree who huffed and crossed his arms.

The bar choice was limited in Knowhere as most places had nightly murders.

“This one is semi-reputable” Gamora announced.

“Oh yeah, they only have a weekly murder” Rocket sassed, pushing you along as you hesitated.

“You know there are times when I regret joining you weirdos” you sigh.

“You`re with us because you couldn’t resist being with another Terran, especially a hot one” Peter winked.

“Oh yeah that`s why” you laughed.

“I wish they would just get together” Yondu nudged Kraglin who nodded.

“I may have an idea” Rocket said, winking.

“What ya winking at Rockie?” you teased.

“Damn it, wrong eye” he huffed.

“Racoons” you and Peter said at the same time.

The next couple of hours were spent with Peter at the bar, drinking weirdly named cocktails and playing a weird form of darts.

“What the fuck is this game?” Peter threw the exploding dart to the other board- yes there are two boards.

“Right, let`s plug this shit in” Yondu commanded as Kraglin worked the speaker Rocket made for fight soundtracks.

Music from Peter`s Zune came out of the speakers to fill the bar.

“What the hell?” you looked across the room to see Peter heading over to Yondu, Kraglin and Rocket who were messing around with the Zune.

In a little cafe, just the over side of the border, she was just sitting there giving me looks that made my mouth water

Peter and Yondu argued from the other side and eventually one of them won as Peter began to dance in the middle of the room.

“Ugh just dance with him Terran” Gamora pushed you slightly.

You looked back at her in shock but made your way over to the fellow human…well former half human.

Come a little bit closer your my kind of man, so big and so strong

Peter pulled you to him and swung you around, holding you closer as the song went on.

“Pete” you laughed as he moved you both around the makeshift dance floor.

“I need to deal with this unspoken thing” he sighed.

“What unspoken thing?” you coughed.

“I love you” he declared, bringing you back to him and you stopped dancing.

“What?” you choked out and he swallowed his nerves.

“I have loved you since I first saw you beat the shit out of that Ravenger. Then my father was going to use you against me, that sick fucker knew I loved you and nearly killed you because of it…I still feel sick thinking about it. Yondu finally told me to grow some balls and tell you how I felt as he said life was too short. He’s right and I should have told you before that shit storm…I love you” he finished with a small smile and nervous eyes.

“I love you too you idiot. Please don’t think you are you’re father, he was a maniac and I don’t know how he was a part of creating such an amazing man. Don’t doubt yourself my love, you are a hero” you pulled him close and kissed him softly.

“Both humans will procreate with their own species” Drax applauded.

“I feel a strong sexual love and I am not even touching them” Mantis nodded.

“Is Mary Poppins a matchmaker too?” Yondu asked.

“Yes” you laughed and kissed Peter again.

“He`s Mary Poppins y`all” Peter chuckled against your lips.

“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” you replied and Peter guffawed.

“Super-what?” Yondu looked confused and Kraglin distracted him with another drink.

“I am Groot” a small hand tugged on your leg.

“Yes, finally” you picked him up and placed him on your shoulder as Peter pulled you closer.


To all the bisexual people in the fandom today impacted by soaplife’s bigotry, I just want to say that I love you and support you. You are important, and valuable, and your reactions are valid and just. Your sexuality is none of the things that man said, and his words cannot take away from Robert coming out as bisexual on television, explaining what that meant, and dispelling some popular bi stereotypes. You are strong, you were made to survive, and if you need to rant, some support and encouragement, or just a kind word today feel free to message me/send me an ask.

anonymous asked:

If you are still doing prompts, could I have Damen/Laurent 16/17 or 13?

(I combined 16, “naughty kiss” and 17, “love bite” for this. Sorry it took so darn long, anon!)

“She’s flirting with you, of course.”

Damen blinked. Laurent had spoken quietly, the words disguised by the lift of his (empty) wine goblet to his mouth, and to most people he would have sounded perfectly calm. Damen, of course, could hear the sharp edges under the words.

“Flirting?” Damen repeated, mystified. “Why?”

Laurent raised an eyebrow. “I know you are not completely unacquainted with your own physical appeal.”

“Well, no,” Damen answered with a crooked grin, “but every bit of this magnificence is reserved for one particular ill-tempered Veretian. Surely that’s well-known.”

“Tell it to her.” With a tilt of his head, Laurent indicated the woman in question—Princess Teretha of Patras.

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Mr Styles.

[Not an AU, set throughout 2014]

Harry enjoys the finer things in life; the fine dining, the fine wine, and fine entertainment. He’s takes a liking to a waitress in his favourite Mayfair restaurant, making sure to ask for her every time. She gives him excellent service, he gives her excellent tips in return. The tips don’t quite cut it though and she finds herself with a second job to cover her time at university in one of the most expensive cities in the world. Harry discovers her second job in a less than chaste circumstance and makes an offer she can’t resist.

“If my boss catches me, he’ll haul me in to the kitchen and throw my hand in the deep fat fryer.”

17.5k // Daddy kink-lite, if I could even call it that.

Be nice.

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Girl Crow

A Wattpad request loosely inspired by Disney’s “Mulan”. I do not own Jon or Ser Alliser. They belong to George R.R.Martin. 

Warnings: Pretending to be a man (if that’s a warning), slight angst. It’s a bit long

Pairings: Jon Snow x fem!reader, Ser Alliser

Originally posted by kitsn0w

*Y/B/N = your brother’s name

You felt your throat tighten as the Lord Commander’s dark eyes scanned your face. You did your best to keep your expression neutral but your heart was pounding in your chest. What if he noticed that you weren’t who you claimed to be? Or rather what you claimed to be.

               After your mother died, your grandfather insisted that your bastard brother be sent to the Wall. You had protested just as hard as your brother had, but in the end, your grandfather’s word was law. Your brother was a timid thing, apt to attacks of nerves when feeling pressured. He wouldn’t survive at the Wall and you both knew it. Then, you had an idea. It was mad, but you knew you just had to do it.

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✦ ————– Oliver & Company Sentence Starters.

’ Where’s the kid? ’
’ Oh, that poor little kid. ’
’ He/she must still be in the car, man! ’
’ You were supposed to keep an eye on him/her, _____! ’
’ Well, it’s hard to watch anything when you’re getting barbecued, man! ’
’ Hey, man, if this is torture, chain me to the wall. ’
’ Girl/boy, we’ve got work to do. ’
’ So when are we gonna eat? ’
’ I hate to break it to ya, but the dynamic duo is now the dynamic uno. ’
’ What I mean is, our partnership is herewith dissolved. ’
’ But, wait! Wait. You’re not being fair! ’
’ Fares are for tourists, kid. ’
’ Consider it a free lesson in street savoir faire from New York’s coolest quadruped. ’
’ I know you’re growing attached to the little fellow, but do try to understand. ’
’ Your parents left me responsible for you. ’
’ They won’t mind. Really. Don’t worry, kitty. I’ll take care of you. ’
’ Rise and shine, ______. Your public awaits. ’
’ You wanna leave? Fine! There’s the door. ’
’ And do you have any idea whose home this is? ’
’ Hey, man, you’re ugly! And you’re uglier than him! ’
’ My days are numbered, and the number is three. ’
’ What kind of work do we do anyway? ’
’ Didn’t you read about us in the Wall Street Journal? ’
’ Three sunrises. Three sunsets. Three days. ’
’ Three? Oh, you mean, just three days? ’
’ Oh, my goodness! Oh, I’m having a bad day! ’
’ Whoa! Chill out, man. I don’t eat cats. It’s too much fur. ’
’ What you talkin’ about, man? That’s a primo wallet, man. ’
’ You insulted my pride, and this means death! ’
’ I have your hearts and you have my pity. ’
’ The crowd’s hustling. The traffic’s roaring. The hot dogs are sizzling. ’
’ I love a story with food in it. ’
’ Now, I lent you some money, and I don’t see it. ’
’ Do you know what happens when I don’t see my money? ’
’ People get hurt. People like you get hurt. ’
’ People get hurt. People like you get hurt. Do I make myself clear? ’
’ Good show. Now all we need is a net and a tennis court. ’
’ Do you think this place is big enough? ’
’ Get away from me, you little bug-eyed creep! ’
’ And what kind of person would steal an innocent little kitty? ’
’ He might be up against a stone wall, at the end of his rope. ’
’ He must have been a poor, desperate man. ’
’ It’s still wrong. I’m scared. I don’t know what to do. ’
’ It’s newspaper burritos for breakfast again, man. ’
’ All right! That does it! You yo-yos clear out and I mean now! ’
’ I just wanted some of the hot dogs I helped him get. ’
’ He’s a spy, man! Come on, let’s eat him! ’
’ Is this us losing our sense of humor? ’
’ Don’t you come any closer! I knew this would happen someday. ’
’ Oh, you’ve barking up the wrong tree, sister. It’s not you we’re after. ’
’ It’s not? Well why not? What’s the problem, Spot? ’
’ Not good enough for you? I mean, do you even know who I am? ’
’ Oh, and we’re all very impressed. Right, guys? ’
’ I don’t have time for long goodbyes, but here’s something to remember me by, baby. ’
’ Did we bring something green and wrinkly to make ______ happy? ’
’ It’s sweet and simple, the plan… Let me start over again. ’
’ If you don’t have my money… ’
’ Please, stop! Your money’s coming tonight! ’
’ Well, looks like you’re doing all right for yourself. ’
’ We’ll keep a spot open in the gang for ya. ’
’ Hey, keep it down, guys. The game’s on. ’
’ Isn’t it rather dangerous to use ones entire vocabulary in a single sentence? ’
’ I don’t think you grasp the severity of the situation. ’
’ Oh, no, I grasp it. See? This is how I grasp. ’
’ This city’s got a beat, and you gotta hook into it. ’
’ Well, it’s nice to see that one of you has some manners. ’
’ Hey, no way, man! I’ve been barbecued too many times! ’
’ Heigh ho, heigh ho, it’s off to work we go… ’
’ Well, there were a few smudges on it, okay! ’
’ Why should I worry? Why should I care? ’
’ I may not have a dime, but I’ve got street savoir-faire. ’
’ It’s just be-bopulation, but I’ve got street savoir-faire. ’
’ You can own this town and you can wear the crown! ’
’ But I’m warning you, kid.. ’
’ One minute I’m in central park, then on down the street. ’
’ I drew a perfectly good map. ’
’ I went outside the line with a green crayon, but not much. ’
’ Good luck, _______. I’ll be waiting. ’
’ Hey, get off my back woman. I’m driving. ’
’ And once you get the beat, you can do anything. ’
’ Come on, let’s see this big, bad kitty fight in action! ’
’ Yeah, you’re starting to think big. ’
’ They’re coming with the money I owe you to get their cat back! ’
’ And why would a cat follow a dog? ’
’ Pretty is nice, but still it’s just pretty. ’
’ I want you to keep one thing in mind. Dead men do not buy dog food! ’
’ Everything from the doorknobs down is mine! ’
psa re: trans men

i dont often get super wordy on this blog but

can i just like

go off for a sec about how frustrating it is that most of the discussions around transgender folks revolve around trans women but you hardly ever hear anything about trans men?? like outside of a few hyper-masc-presenting-buff-conventionally-attractive trans dudes you hardly hear ever about the dangers we face or the struggles we have to endure. matter of fact, 9 times out of 10 the only time i ever hear about trans men is post-op trans men–us dudes with all our ASAB parts still intact get swept right under the rug. and heaven help you if you’re a trans dude who still appreciates femininity in fashion or hair or any level of your presentation. nobody’s pulling for trans men, as a matter of fact hardly anyone is acknowledging us at all outside of to sexually harass us and call us tomboys or “little girl playing dressup” (actual thing that was said to me by a gay cis friend of 8 years because i posted something about catcalling being a fucked up thing to do???)

i’m not trying to put down trans women or act like they don’t have it just as hard/worse, but like…think about it. of the trans people in the public eye, the majority (if not all???) are trans women. if people are interested in transgender people at all, it’s usually trans women. if people discuss bathroom issues, the threats centering around trans women are talked about more so than the threats trans men face. like, im a fairly andro guy and i get harassed in bathrooms quite often, i get catcalled, i get horribly dehumanizing shit thrown in my face on the regular. and that’s not to say trans women don’t and the issues facing trans women shouldn’t be talked about (THEY ABSOLUTELY SHOULD. PROTECT OUR TRANS LADIES), but trans men get…a pretty shitty end of the deal when it comes to being represented or even acknowledged in any discussion about transness. hell, i see more stuff about nonbinary/GNC folks than i ever see about trans men.

as a trans man, i feel unsafe engaging in drag. i feel like if i don’t wear my hair short and get swole that nobody will find me “acceptably” attractive. i’m scared to do any type of sexy work (not that its my first choice but money is money and sexy can be fun) or post any images of my pre-op body even though i think it’s just fine. i still look over my shoulder when walking down the street, i have to time my bathroom trips in public restrooms so that when i go in, even into the stall, nobody can be around to tell that i’m sitting down and peeing because i fear the other dudes may harm me. i feel ignored, not handsome, not important. less worthy of concern and representation and kindness because i’m not mtf. i feel alone, even though i know other trans men. 

in my years and years on the internet, i’ve seen maybe five posts TOTAL that hold any positivity for trans men–and this includes tumblr, one of the self-proclaimed most trans-friendly spaces on the net. i’ve seen many posts that discuss transgender issues, but only account for how they affect mtfs rather than ftms and completely ignore us (and i’ve felt afraid to comment on this several times for fear of being called out for being a Shitty Male Making It All About Me™).

this has to change. it’s time to stop ignoring trans men. it’s time to stop excluding non-passing, non-gender-conforming, pre-op, androgynous, small-bodied, etc trans men. it’s time to include trans men in the discussions about transness.

this is not a “i am uncomfortable when we are not about me” post. this is an “i am uncomfortable when the discussions and publicity and posts surrounding gender identity focus on trans women and nonbinary individuals but completely disregard trans men” post.

so anyways for all my fellow trans dudes out there: stay strong, my man. i know we’re kind of swept under the rug, especially those of us who don’t look like Buck Angel, or still enjoy traditionally feminine things (because lets face it our bodies may change but we may still have interests in traditionally feminine things and that’s okay!). if nobody’s told you this today: you’re worthy. you’re important. you’re handsome and powerful and a king and you should own every inch of that. you are valid and you are loved. keep your head high and your spirit strong.

to all my fellow lgbtqa community who’ve been silent about trans dudes: wyd?????????

tldr; trans guys deserve better and some of us are sick of being completely ignored. we out here

To my Fellow Fanfiction Writers:

So we all know that whenever we put a story out, we’re subjecting our material to all sorts of opinions, ideas and feedback. And while it can be tough, we have to keep an open mind about how people will react to our story and the universe we’ve created. As artists it’s hard to, well bluntly put it, not be sensitive about our shit.


Do you guys ever get that ONE review that really just kind of grinds your gears? Like you wanna just say, “look man feel how you want but WHY are you being so harsh in your review? Just chill and work with me here or at least wait until the end before you completely obliterate what I have going on here?” and it’s hard because you know in the back of your mind that “everyone’s entitled to their opinion!” but geeeze, sometimes there’s just that oooonnne review.

I just needed to rant a bit. And no, I’m definitely not expecting every review to be great, I can definitely appreciate open constructive criticism, but like I said. Sometimes you just wanna tell some people to relax.

Also curious as to how that makes you guys feel, and how you choose to handle it.

WWRD 01: I Swear on my Honor (ft. Jeongguk)

Originally posted by fiftyshadesofbangtan7

→ angst, implied smut, vampire/war!au
→ when a forbidden relationship between the general’s daughter and a vampire used as a military tool takes place during the war.
prologue: “I know” | 01 I swear on my honor | 02 “Marry me” [M] | 03 Freedom doesn’t exist | 04 On the Other Side

Summary: arranged marriage au with Jeongguk, the lieutenant your parents have arranged for you to marry. He was nothing but perfect, but you no longer longed for perfection anymore.

But somewhere in your heart, you longed for freedom, to escape this stiff-backed, constant air of politeness and grace. Just once, you wished silently, you wanted to experience the world without a worry and make your own choice.  Although his excellent competence, you didn’t know Jeon Jeongguk. You’d never felt the rush of your heartbeat or the quickening of your breath at his presence, neither the heat or fiery urges fueled by love. Just this once, you wanted to make your own decision this time instead of your parents; to choose a man who loved you as much as you loved him, to choose a partner only in the terms of the passion you felt for him and his soul. But, your reality was less kind. 

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commoncrows replied to your post “Listen I know everyone’s screaming over the update but if y'all wanna…”

Maybe Nursey and Dex flirting at the haus party after the game?


“Did it hurt?”

Dex doesn’t deign to answer that question. Nursey looks up at him with wide eyes from where his head is in Dex’s lap. Apparently Nursey patrol tonight involves lounging sprawled on the couch and distracting his fellow D-man to keep him from dancing on tables and breaking his neck. Dex would complain but it’s kind of nice.

“You’re supposed to say, did what hurt?”

“See, you don’t even really need me,” Dex says.

“It’s more fun if you play along,” Nursey whines. “You’re no fun, Dexy.”

“I’m too sober to flirt with you, Nursey, sorry,” Dex sighs. “I’m sure Bitty’s willing.”

“Bitty’s with Jaaaack,” Nursey says. “He came for a Bit.”

“You make no sense.”

“Did it hurt?”

Dex rolls his eyes and takes a long drink from his beer. He’s not totally sober, but he’s definitely not drunk enough for this.

“Did what hurt?”

“Dexy!” Nursey sits up so fast that he knocks Dex’s cup out of his hand. “You did it! Oh my God!”

“Don’t get too excited,” Dex grumbles at the loss of his drink.

“Ok, ok ok Dexy,” Nursey rearranges himself sloppily so he’s straddled over Dex’s lap. If Dex weren’t already flushed as hell he would have been in trouble. “When you fell from heaven?”

“Oh Lord, you’ve seduced me. Please proceed to take me in a manly fashion.”

Nursey starts giggling uncontrollably into Dex’s neck. He’s heavy and solid in Dex’s lap and Dex can feel his thighs trembling a little.

“You’re so funny, angel,” Nursey hums. His lips are pressed against Dex’s skin and the vibrations thrum along his nerves. “And comfy. Dex, I’m gonna fall asleep.”

“What? No - ” Dex squawks but Nursey has already slumped into him. His breathing evens out immediately and Dex would be amused if he weren’t so irritated at having 200 pounds of stupid hockey player draped over him. “Motherfucker.”

milly-neko-chan  asked:

MC is Rika sister..How wil RFA+V and Saeran react?



  • Let us be honest, this little Popsicle will be thrilled
  • He had a huge crush on Rika in the first place
  • Learning that you are her sister would be like having her back
  • Which I feel is creepy
  • Yoosung is a complicated fellow, though
  • When you failed to be a carbon copy of Rika, he may be rather upset.


  • I’m not sure Zen would care either way
  • I mean, he loves you for how supportive you are to him
  • So your relation to Rika might make him think that you came by your kindness and supportive nature biologically
  • Since he doesn’t know the truth, poor baby
  • “You’re so much prettier than her, babe!”


  • He’d be estatic
  • Rika strung this poor man along so much
  • He’d be conflicted, too
  • He loves you so much
  • But he loved her too
  • You might leave him
  • You need to stay in the penthouse FOREVER
  • Patience would be needed with this sweetheart, to help him move through his issues.


  • He’d already know
  • Damn his hacking skills!
  • It would make things easier though, because he had more time to adjust
  • He’d say that it’s okay, he has crazy family members, too!


  • This might actually be the worst news for V that he’s ever had
  • He loved Rika so much
  • He might never trust his feelings for you, thinking they were an extention of his feelings for her
  • There’s no way he’d want to hurt or use you like that
  • A sign that your love is probably real, dork
  • He’d probably put the breaks on any sort of romantic relationship after that.


  • My poor baby
  • He’d look to you for guidance, because Rika brainwashed him so much
  • It might be helpful with his rehabilitation
  • But it would take years before you’d be comfortable with a romantic relationship with this bunny. 
Connor Kenway x Reader - No Man’s Property

Originally posted by jiruchan

[Part of the prostitute series I will be working on featuring select characters from AC2/AC3/AC: black flag/ AC: Unity/ AC: Rogue/ AC: Syndicate. This one will have the reader and Connor—my first time to attempt to write to this lovely man, and I hope I can do him justice—where Connor is a bit confused about what a prostitute really is when running into the reader as one.]


Ezio | (HERE) | Edward | Shay | Arno | Jacob

Your name: submit What is this?

You couldn’t say selling your body was much of a life to live, but it was one you lived to the best of your ability nonetheless. People looked down on you, sure, but you had money to get by in this wretched world and what else could be said about that? It wasn’t the wisest decision you made that day—taking to the streets late at night—but most men looking for sensual pleasures usually roamed about the late hours (drunk or sober).

The brothel girls had taught you everything you needed to know and what to look for in trying to weasel money from a man. Most drunks were easy to coax into the notion more than sober, but some could be angry when foggy headed with whiskey, so you had to make sure you choose who to approach wisely.

Bottom line: picking the wrong man could end your life.

As you stood your ground in the cold caress of night, you watched the very few men that wandered the streets. One in particular caught your eye…but not in the right way. He was Native American, from what you could make out in the dimly lit streets, and that alone made you pull from the idea of even approaching him even if he cast you a look of interest.

You were told such awful stories about the natives in the land that all you could think were that they were savages. He was still staring and that alone made you try to act disinterested as you didn’t desire his company at all. Besides, he probably wouldn’t even pay you. Keep walking, barbarian, you thought to yourself irritably.

Regardless of your thoughts, the nameless man adorned in rather intricate clothing began to approach you. Swallowing harshly, you backed up out of instinct. You had never had to see these people up close such as this, and why this one was so far into the town was beyond your understanding as they usually were kept outside the town limits unless owned by some man as a slave. The weapons upon him would easily tell you he was a free man to do as he pleased. The wall behind you made you realize you couldn’t go much further than that, and you were stuck with this man soon looming over you.

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