be kind to your fellow man

feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❛ So, hail Satan, and have a lovely afternoon, madam. ❜
  • ❛ There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. ❜
  • ❛ Manners maketh man. ❜
  • ❛ Martini. Gin, not vodka, obviously. Stirred for 10 seconds while glancing at an unopened bottle of vermouth. Thank you. ❜
  • ❛ You throw away your biggest opportunity over a fucking dog. ❜
  • ❛ You shot a dog just to get a fucking job! ❜
  • ❛ If you’re prepared to adapt and learn, you can transform. ❜
  • ❛ You’re full of surprises. ❜
  • ❛ How deep does this fucking thing go? ❜
  • ❛ Is this the part where you say some… really bad pun? ❜
  • ❛ This ain’t that kind of movie, bruv. ❜
  • ❛ Sorry, love. Gotta save the world. ❜
  • ❛ I’m awfully sorry. I seem to have my dates muddled up. ❜
  • ❛ Oh, no no no. I cancelled the gala because of you. ❜
  • ❛ Are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight? ❜
  • ❛ The suit is the modern gentleman’s armour. ❜
  • ❛ At least the girl’s got balls. ❜
  • ❛ I thought that brandy tasted a bit shit. ❜
  • ❛ You dirty… little fucking prick… ❜
  • ❛ That tends to happen when you shoot someone in the head. ❜
  • ❛ I suppose asking to borrow a cup of sugar is a step too far. ❜
  • ❛ Do you know what that means? Then let me teach you a lesson. ❜
  • ❛ What did you do to me? I had no control. I killed all those people. ❜
  • ❛ To Pee or Not to Pee? ❜
  • ❛ Not everybody had thanked you for that one. ❜
  • ❛ A gentleman’s name should appear in the newspaper only three times: When he’s born, when he marries, and when he dies. ❜
  • ❛ I’m just a pleb. ❜
  • ❛ Being a gentleman is something one learns. ❜
  • ❛ Sorry about that, needed to let off a little steam. ❜
  • ❛ Looks like a lot of people are going to die. ❜
  • ❛ Do I look like I give a fuck? ❜
  • ❛ What a shame we both had to grow up. ❜
  • ❛ Sorry, sir, but why the fuck did you choose me as the gimp? Am I the expendable candidate? ❜
  • ❛ You need to take that chip off your shoulder. ❜
  • ❛ This whiskey is amazing; you will shit. ❜
  • ❛ Who the fuck are you? Where am I? ❜
  • ❛ This knife can save your life. ❜
  • ❛ Mankind is the virus, and I’m the cure. ❜
  • ❛ You’re a bloody disgrace. ❜
  • ❛ I apologise for putting you in this position. You trained him well. ❜
  • ❛ A little gratitude would be nice. ❜
  • ❛ Fuck that guy, whoever he is! ❜
  • ❛ Do I look like I give a fuck? Just get it done. ❜
  • ❛ Perfect timing. Gentleman’s just finished. ❜

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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“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


Reader x Father!Klaus

Requested by Anon

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“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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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 ;;))

fireworks and fury | shawn mendes



I’d highly recommend that you read freshman year: “poems i would write you” and sophomore year: “dancing in a snow globe” before you dig into this, or you’ll be hella lost.

word count: 13,654 (am i sorry about this? not really. i made cuts, i swear!)

author’s note: happy birthday, shawn. my present to the fandom is this steaming pot of angst. this takes place during junior year, but it starts second semester, so there’s been an entire year between where the sophomore year installment left off and now. yikes. this is also decidedly less college-y than the past two, but i think that’s alright. title from “dents” by the acorn. enjoy xo

Your name: submit What is this?


Uh, hey, Y/N. It’s Shawn.”

That was as far as you had gotten before pausing the voicemail.

You had received it a week ago during your first class of the semester, and had almost dropped your phone when you saw his contact name. Dana had noticed your weird behavior and inquired about it, but you shrugged off her concern. You weren’t sure why you lied to her at the time, but something about getting a message from him seemed secret, scandalous. It was better to keep it to yourself.

You had forced yourself to open it later that night, alone in your room. You heard that first few seconds - “Uh, hey, Y/N. It’s Shawn.” - and then a sound like he was adjusting the phone, but you pushed the home button so fast after that you didn’t hear any more. It was too much, you decided, and far too soon. You couldn’t bring yourself to listen to it again, and so it remained in your messages, like a secret weight on your shoulders.

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After All Things

Peter Parker x Reader

Ok, so, I’ve decided to do a short little series (maybe, depends on how this first part is received,) following what happens after the events of ‘It’s A Lot Like Falling.’

Summary: The crushing. That’s what you had come to refer to it as. It had left the Peter Parker you saw a broken and sad man; a man in desperate need of closeness. Only, it seems as though he’s forgotten how. You offer what you can to this man who doesn’t know. Answering his question in the only way he’ll let you. Peter is 23/24. Words: 2.5k.

It’s A Lot Like Falling: Part I  Part II  Part III Part IV Part V  Part VI

After All Things:  Part I  Part II  Part III  Part IV  Part V  Part VI

Warnings: Sexual content/Hurt/Angst/References to death

The heavy smell of smoke filled the night air, ash and debris from the burning apartment building a few blocks away from your own fell from the sky, carried on the wind, fluttering past your window as you looked out on the horizon with a worried gaze.

Red and orange from the inferno cast this eerie glow behind the silhouette of the buildings dominating the skyline visible from your little portion of the world, ever reaching flames licking up at the stars from the source. Red and blue flashes added to the burning colors, staining the rising smoke a sickly purple, thickness of it beginning to block out the moon. Your ears were full of the sounds of helplessness and tragedy, echoing through your brain and reverberating in the chambers of your heart.

The whole building had been engulfed within minutes, even from where you stood in the cool safety of your apartment; troubled observer, it was undeniable; the structure was already beginning to crumble in on itself, fire having eaten away at the support beams.

There would be death.

It had happened too fast.

Your chest tightened further.

A loud rumbling sound filled the thickened air of the night as you watched the building finally give way, weakened, flame-licked spine fracturing. Watched as the burning debris scattered, charred remnants of the places people had called home, gift boxes for their lives, raining down on the city in a violent torrent, surrounding windows shattering, smoke choking.

Your eyes filled with stinging tears, salty droplets repelling from eyelashes; your fingers found the lock on the window, flipping it so that it would open without issue. So that it would open when the fires stopped breathing, when the smoke cleared and the disaster of the night ended.

When the numbers totaled.

When the names came in.

Turning away from the scene with a heavy heart and a brain full of smoke, you made your way to the bathroom to take a shower; an attempt to clear the debris from your mind. You were preparing yourself, checking for structural integrity before asking it to support more.

He would be here soon.

He would need it.

After that.

After all things.

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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

13 Going on 30 (Part 8)

Summary: When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead.

Word Count: 1,730.

A/N: Tags weren’t working again so if you got another notif saying that I tagged you, well that’s why. Anyways here’s part 8! Words can’t even express how things are going to turn out. Hope you guys enjoy and I’m always happy to hear your feedback :D

13 Going on 30 (Masterlist)

Originally posted by rohgers

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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.

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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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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.

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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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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aripecan  asked:

hey kiana i wanna start selling prints but i feel like im going in pretty blindly, do you think there's anything i should know going in, or any tips??

hmmm lemme think

if you’re using a service like red bubble or society6 you can pretty much make whatever you want without worrying. they are printed by order and the company takes care of the shipping and printing, so you dont lose any money, but you also don’t get paid much

so if you really want to make money, i’d suggest printing stuff yourself and selling it on a site like storenvy, tictail, or etsy. you get the most profit that way but you also have to worry about expenses. there are many places you can get stuff printed including a few online shops; catprint is a pretty popular one but lately i’ve seen them be very lazy with packing and that ends up ruining prints, and apparently they aren’t good with refunds either, so i wouldn’t recommend. i’m sure theres some local print shops, but depending where you are those can get spendy. 

i think the best way to guarantee quality and low price is to invest in your own good printer. i have a canon pro-100, it cost about $300 when i bought it. its on the lower price scale of the nice printers. then i bought an ink refill kit from Precision Colors which is like bootleg ink so i dont have to buy new cartridges. my paper is Red River Paper, i buy the kind called 68lb. UltraPro Satin.

but if you’re just getting started, thats a lot of money to dump into something so i would defo recommend looking in to print shops, either local or online, first.

As for content, make your BEST STUFF large prints. (11x17 or 11x14 usually. if you dont have access to a paper cutter, stick to 11x17) research what people are buying; idk if you’re making fanart but there might be a show you really like and you think is popular, but it sells like crap. i’ve had my one punch man prints for like 2 years now and theres nothing worse than the feeling of a print that doesn’t move. i charge $15 for my large prints, thats considered kind of standard. if you go too low, you undermine fellow artists and yourself, and customers will start to expect that low low price as standard 

medium prints (8.5x11) and small prints (5x7) are more flexible, you can play around more with those and experiment. maybe if you want to test if a large print will do well, make a small or medium print first and see if that moves. people are also more willing to buy smaller, cheaper prints, so i like to have most of my stock be small and medium prints. i charge medium prints as $10 and small prints as $5. if you have a small print that doesn’t sell, its not a big deal because they’re cheap to make. also, if you’re using a print shop: a lot of them don’t print in 5x7, so format your mini prints to be 2 on one letter size page. 

its also a good idea to buy some cellophane bags for them too; clearbags is a big brand you can use, but just searching the print size and “cellophane bag” on amazon could get you some cheaper options. buy the kind with the fold down adhesive top. put the print in it, along with your business card in the back, and it just makes for a really nice, professional look that also protects the print and shows the customer you value their business. 

if you’re selling them online, packing/shipping can be a puzzle. personally i purchase those foam core boards from the dollar tree along with kraft postal paper. i cut the foam core to be slightly larger than the print, sandwich it between 2 pieces, tape them together, then wrap it with postal paper and put the address on it. they can be expensive to ship, especially large prints and international orders; make sure you adjust your shipping prices accordingly. 

also, dont get discouraged if things dont start selling right from the start! a lot of it is just branding yourself properly and getting popular. start with a low stock and just a few prints so you’re not spending a whole lot of money right from the get go. 

soooo i think thats about it! sorry for the text wall, i hope this helps!

crazypup110  asked:

So I was wondering if you could do one where the reader has a crush on either Genji, Mcree, Hanzo, or Soldier and they're trying to figure out which one of them it is. You can choose who it is the reader has a crush on.

I have been so mean to Hanzo recently and I needed to rectify that just a little, so… ta-da!

“This is ridiculously inappropriate,” 76 mumbles as shifts to his other foot, his thick arms crossed over his thicker chest.

“I don’t see ya leavin’,” Mccree replies, exhaling through his nose and allowing the thick smoke to curl above the rim of his hat.

“We are simply attempting to determine which of us has captured Y/N’s affections,” Genji lights glow dramatically in the dimly lit hallway that the three of them are skulking in.

“Don’t put it like that, I’m too old to be involved in this crap anyways,” 76 waves his hand, dispersing the smoke pouring from Mccree’s mouth.

“And yet you are involved nonetheless,” the cyborg teases.

“Ain’t like it’s you anyways,” The cowboy takes a pointed drag off of his cigar before exhaling towards the soldier.

“Watch yourself, agent.”

“Are we avoiding the conversation we have gathered for?” Genji leans against the wall behind him as he surveys the other two men.

“I think it’s me,” Mccree states, “they’re always callin’ me nicknames.”

“‘Asshole’ and ‘motherfucker’ are not nicknames.”

“I agree.”

“Well then tell my why y’all think it’s you.” He snuffs his cigar out against the metal wall behind him.

“They come asked me to be their training partner, specifically for hand-to-hand combat.”

“Y/N has continuously asked about my country and my culture, they have taken a special interest it seems.”

“We don’t have a lot to go on, do we?” 76 asks, looking between the two.

They continue talking, listing reasons they believe you’re in love with them. Jesse thinks you adore his rough western aesthetic, Genji thinks you admire and respect him and his intellect, 76 thinks you are captivated by his strength and passion. Each man has a specific scenario in which you’ve been incredibly kind to them and another that could pass as romantic. They were getting nowhere and of course they can’t simply ask you, that would be desperate, almost as desperate as hiding in a deserted corridor to talk about the romantic motives of a fellow agent.

Yeah… definitely more desperate.

They all stilled when they heard your voice echo through the main hallway, your boots making muffle noises against the concrete flooring. Their heads jerk to the corner that leads to the area you are now walking through, you’re murmuring in gibberish at the moment and this concerns them. Until you for a proper sentence.

“You’re almost cuter than your daddy,” you exclaim with a squeal, “you are the sweetest things!” They all peek around the corner to see you playing with two cyan colored dragons, one is cuddled against your chest and the other is clinging to your hip. No one says anything as they watch you. “You can’t be naughty like that or I might not get to see you as often!” You push one of their heads away from biting the fabric of your shirt as the other wiggles underneath it to rest against your tummy. “Hey now, remember what happened last night when you did that?” Last night?! The three exchange glances, when were you around Hanzo’s dragons last night?

And then it hit them, they were just your friends, ones you enjoyed spending time with and talking to. They had falsely labeled your kindness as romantic affection and they’d been too blinded by their own agendas to notice all of the times you’ve excused yourself a minute or two after Hanzo, all the times you’d shown up and left together, all the times you’d spent your vacation time with one another.

No one says anything for a moment as they watch you play with Hanzo’s dragons, a large grin on your face. “Told you it was inappropriate,” 76 hisses before heading in the opposite direction.

“I’ll be damned, I didn’t know he had it in ‘im ta make a move.” Mccree adjusts his hat as he pulls a fresh cigar from his belt and Genji nods.

“I am happy for my brother, they are well matched in their skills and intellect.”

“C’mon, let’s go get some practice in before they close the gym for the night.” The two walk down the hallway in silence as they process this new information, leaving you alone to deal with your boyfriend’s dragons.

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