blame you entirely

doodled a human orisa idea and efi as a lil’ warmup!! i know this is gonna be a popular thing to draw but i wanted to give it my shot!

Everything wrong with society

Society raises robots 

Boys are taught that they can’t cry nor show emotion, taught that they can’t be human.

Girls are taught to hide their emotions, lest they be asked “are you on your period”, taught that it’s shows that you are weak.

Society is huge on double standards

‘Boys must be over 6ft, and have muscles"

‘Why are girls so self conscious?’

If you hate yourself, you must be fishing for compliments.

If you love yourself, you must be narcissistic.

Society has an obsession with victim blaming and ignoring the true problem

'Boys can’t be the victim of rape because they always want sex’

'All men are trash’

'She was obviously asking for it’

'Well what were you wearing?’

As if you could blame an entire gender on the actions of a few

As if the amount of skin you show determines your ability to consent and say NO

We are supposed to be able to think, we are not savages and should be able to understand that an absent of a YES means NO.

What was the point of this mini rant? 

To call society out on it’s bullshit! and to rant because of frustrations  

The point is we are not robots and have the right to emotions, we have the right to love ourselves because a bit of body positivity never hurt nobody, and IT IS NEVER THE VICTIMS FAULT why is it so hard to understand that?

i have forgotten how to be gentle, i think, or else i’m a different kind of gentle now. the kind of gentle that can kill. the kind of gentle that asks to be killed.

i’m the kind of gentle that begs everything that’s listening for death but it doesn’t come, or it does but then i wake up not knowing where i am, my bedroom or yours, or the bottom of the ocean and it’s not fair, do you hear me, it’s not fair to want something so bad and only get to taste it—

i think i’m the poorly-executed drawing on the fridge of the universe and god’s too sadistic to take it down. saying look at this, look at what you did, look at what you are, look at it forever.

i crawl into your bed because it’s the closest i can get to dying anymore. i crawl into your bed for all the romantic gestures like gentle choking, gentle bruising,

i think you know that.

how i use you for pain and not pleasure, or sometimes both, sometimes, if i want it to really hurt. if i think i deserve it. you say i’m too young to feel this way and i say i’ll get older, i say when i grow up i want to be a corpse six feet under so you can walk over my body, dirt in my eyes, seeing nothing.

i think i have forgotten how to be gentle. i think i’m sorry.

—  e.k.t., “leave bruises or just leave” (@slaughtervoid, @p-ercolating)
When You Fail To Be

I blame you entirely @kaxpha I take no responsibility.

…. Y u hurt me dude.

Anyways. Here it is, chapter 1. Lance and Shiro angst + broganes angst + KLANCE angst + ….Just angst all around, yo.

Um…So yeah, hope you like??? It’s also on Ao3 on my same name. It’s the second part of the Human Healing Pod Au.

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. Human Healing Pod Au doesn’t belong to me.


Shiro frowns exasperated as he catches Lance’s blue glowing light from the corner of his eye.

It’s been a few weeks since their last group training took place with Lance’s new healing powers. The brunet insisted that he had the hang of it, being able to work through the process on small injuries without getting dizzy after it.

Lance had reassure Shiro that he will continue training on his own but Shiro had just pursed his lips, not convinced in the least. After a few minutes arguing, Shiro finally agreed to Lance’s plan but only if the brunet had someone with him during his training sessions, something that Lance had grudgingly agreed to along with a few more conditions.

One week later and Lance was already breaking one of their conditions.

“That boy, I swear.” Shiro mumbles, making his way towards Lance as the brunet places his hands over the alien refugee they just saved in today’s mission, his blue eyes falling into a vivid glow entirely in less than a tick, “Hey, I said no more healing today, Lance. You –“

It was just a light pull. Shiro placed his Galra arm over the brunet’s shoulder and pull just enough break apart the contact between him and the alien’s wound and suddenly there was screaming.

Agonized and pained screaming echoes around them and Shiro just stares in horror as Lance shakes and continues to scream in his arms, his glowing eyes getting brighter before losing their light and then being bright once again.

“Lance!” Shiro shouts startled, “Lance, buddy, what’s wrong¡?” He yells in panic, making sure to hold the teen tight against him as he continues to scream and then –

Then Lance sighs, eyes rolling to the back of his head, losing their blue glow, and he goes limp on Shiro’s arms, mouth hanging open in a silent scream and Shiro’s heart skips a beat at the sight.

“L-Lance?” He whispers softly, voice cracking, “Buddy?”

“LANCE!” Keith’s voice echoes in panic and urgency, “Lance¡? Shiro, what happened¡? LANCE!”

“H-He’s not breathing.” Shiro gasps, a cold shiver running through his spine, “H-he’s not –“

Lance’s suddenly taken away from him by a pair of red armored hands. Shiro blinks in panic and confusion for a moment before he raises his head and stares at Keith as the black haired teen cradles Lance’s body against his.

“Lance, baby, hey, come on, come on, this is not funny, Lance, please.” Keith mumbles, his free hand gently patting Lance’s cheek in hopes of getting a reaction, “L-Lance, baby, please, please, no. Hey! Come on, you promised! Lance!”

Everything’s a blur for Shiro after that. Keith’s screams and pleads echo inside him, mixing themselves with Lance’s screams along with Hunk’s sobs and the image of Pidge’s scared face. Barely noticing when Coran makes his way towards them and takes Lance from Keith’s arms, followed by the blurry image of Hunk holding Keith back as he trashes and screams wildly when Lance is taken away from him.

He doesn’t even notice Allura’s presence until she whispers his name against his ear and he snaps out of it. He blinks hard and takes the surroundings around him. He’s in Allura’s room, lying down on her bed, facing the ceiling in disorientation and confusion.

“Wha –“ Shiro mumbles softly, “What.”

“Hey, it’s alright. Take it easy.” Allura whispers gently, stroking his hair, “It’s alright.”

“What happened?” Shiro asks in a daze, eyes groggy and tired before they snap wide open as he remembers Lance’s limp weight on his arms, “Lance. What happened to Lance? Allura?”

“You killed him, that’s what happened.” Shiro freezes at the cold harsh voice that answers him and slowly turns his head to the side to meet his little brother’s glare.

“Keith!” Allura snaps, sighing in exasperation as if it wasn’t the first time she has scolded the teen.

“What? It’s true, isn’t it?” Keith snaps back, frowning and glaring angrily.

Allura stays quiet and Shiro’s blood turns cold.

“Allura?” He asks in a small voice and Allura shakes her head.

“He died for a few ticks but we were able to get him back.” Allura answers, her shoulders tense and her voice tired, “But it wasn’t anyone’s fau –“

“No. It was Shiro’s. It was Shiro who made Lance push himself in every training session knowing the danger. It was Shiro who made Lance feel like he needed to push and push and push himself more every time. It’s because of Shiro that Lance has dark bags and swollen red eyes and is tired all the time. It was Shiro –It was Shiro who broke the connection and caused Lance’s heart to stop.”

One, two, three beats and then –

“What?” Shiro breaths out, slowly sitting up on the bed and waving away Allura’s complaints, “What? What does that – What?

“Keith.” Allura says calmly but with an edge of warning in her tone, “Stand down.”

“Whatever.” Keith mumbles, scoffing and sending Shiro a dark glare before turning around and walking towards the exit, leaving behind a frozen Shiro.

“What.” Shiro whispers, “What?”

“Shiro –“

“Keith, no, wait!” Shiro ignores Allura’s words as he climbs down the bed and follows his brother with wobbly but fast steps, “Keith Kogane Shirogane, come back her –!”

Keith turns around sharply and Shiro takes a surprised step back at the furious snarl on his kid brother’s face.

“Don’t call me that.” Keith whispers with menace, “I want nothing to do with you, you hear me? Nothing.”

“Keith –“ Shiro stops as Keith suddenly crashes against him, barely dodging the fist that was aimed for his face, “Keith!” He repeats, grabbing Keith by the arms and keeping him still.

“You damn son of a –! It was your fault! You and your stupid rules! You and – and – God, I hate you, Ifucking hate you!” Keith screams, fist hitting the young adult on the chest, “You fucking – I fucking hate –“

“Buddy –“

“You didn’t protect him!” Keith screams, still trashing and kicking against Shiro’s hold on his arms, “You didn’t protect him! You promised and you didn’t –! You just let him die in your arms! You just stood there as he died and –! Fuck!”

“Keith, please –“ Shiro rasps out brokenly but Keith shakes his head, taking a step back from his older brother, shrugging his hold.

“No. No. He died, Shiro. My – Lance died and I – I couldn’t – And –“ A sudden abrupt sob escapes his mouth and suddenly Keith falls to the ground, sobs shaking his entire body, “I –I –I didn’t know what – And you were – You looked so hopeless as you held him and I couldn’t – I fucking lost it –“

“Keith.” Shiro mumbles, his heart breaking for his little brother but the teen just continues to sob on the ground in the middle of the hallway.

“I-I’m sorry, fuck – I’m sorry, Shiro – I know it wasn’t – wasn’t your fault but –“ Keith presses the palm of his hands hard against his eyes in hopes to stop the flowing tears, “It was mine. It was my fault – And I slash out at you and I’m – He was dead, god , he wasDEAD, SHIRO!”

Shiro doesn’t hesitates and then he’s on the floor, wrapping his arms around his little brother as the teen shakes with sobs, still mumbling incoherently against his brother’s chest and Shiro takes no mind as snot and tears mix themselves on his shirt.

He just holds his brother, tight and strong, and sucks in a deep breath to stop his own tears from falling.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs under his breath against Keith’s wild hair, “I’m so sorry, little brother.”

Allura just stands quietly on the corner, watching with sad eyes as the brothers sit on the floor, holding each other. She turns then, giving them their privacy before she enters the first room down the opposite hall.

Her footsteps are soft as she walks towards the bed on the corner of the room. The room is dark and quiet, for the exception of the hard panting breathing coming from the bed.

Allura takes a seat on the start of the bed, near Lance’s face, and watches sadly as the brunet rasps out harsh breaths through his mouth, unable to fill his lungs properly.

“Hush, now, it’s okay, Lance. It’s okay.” She mumbles gently, brushing Lance’s wet hair back as the the brunet whimpers inconsolably, “Sh, asteráki. You’re alright.”

She stays there for a while, humming under her voice to calm the brunet down and whispering comfort words as he whimpers and whines unconsciously.

Allura losses track of the time but suddenly, the door opens once again and she meets Shiro’s wide scared eyes at the edge of the door.

“Shiro.” She calls softly and frowns when the leader of Voltron doesn’t knowledge her calling, his gray eyes solemnly placed on the shivering brunet on the bed, “Shiro, love.”

One, two, three steps back out of shock and then Shiro’s running out of the room. 


So Mercs/Blackwatch AU, where Locus has an embarrassing crush on Commander Reyes.

I blame each and every single one of you for this.


Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: fluff, high school!au, rivals-to-lovers
Summary: Jeon Jeongguk is a brat. He’s also the most irritating boy you’ve ever met. One day, you’re going to brawl him. 
Word Count: 10k
A/N: this is one of the longest fics I’ve ever written? I’m glad to have it out of my drafts oh God. 

Originally posted by jkguks

“Nah, there’s no way you’d beat me. You’re too small.”
“I’ll use that to my advantage.”
“How could you possibly do that?”
“I’ll buckle your knees.”
“Fair. That’d take me down. But what would you do then?”
“I don’t know. Stomp on your face or something.”
You shrugged, not looking up from your phone. “

To say you hated Jeon Jeongguk was an overstatement. Unfortunately, it was an overstatement that many people toted as the truth.

It was easy to see where it began. When you’d first met him, you just hadn’t liked him all that much. You’d thought he was a bit obnoxious. Not that you blamed him entirely for that. You imagined that, if everyone kept telling you how wonderful you were, you might eventually start thinking that, too. The unfortunate thing was that he lived right next door to you.

What you did know, however, was that you were going to brawl Jeon Jeongguk, and you were going to win.

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jt10363  asked:

The fuck is this. Retarded is only an offensive word if your using it as a derogatory term for the mentally disabled. Using it to refer to some little shit that stole the content you put days of painstaking work into is not offensive, and honestly I don't blame you. This entire situation is retarded.



VOLTRON ACTOR!AU where Lance’s actor is always snapchatting behind the scenes during shoots 

The ones who mess up their lines the most are Shiro, Lance and Allura and you can blame the entire Voltron cast for actually starting conspiracy theories in the fandom

Pidge’s actor likes to give the fans heart attacks by teasing about Shiro’s “death” in the S2 trailer

Spencer Reid / Countless

As requested by @ohbelieveyoume

Prompt: “I just can’t stop thinking about you…I can’t”

Omg, I feel guilty after writing this fic guys. I apologize for the angst I’m laying upon you today. This poor sweet boy deserves happiness. He’s been through so much T.T.. This was supposed to be cute, but it ended up this way, I don’t know what happened. Also thank you to @mrsrafaelbarba for the help! <3 I hope you all enjoy!! 

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

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shallow waters [m]

title: shallow waters
member: xiumin
length: 12k
genres: smut, mild angst?

a/n: inspired by all that lovely photo of xiumin in a pool! this took me a day and a half to write, but it was like….worth it. for pool!min. you know what i mean. please also see this 

this fic is pretty focused on swimming and water related things, and mentions fear of water and swimming-related anxiety. please be careful if this content bothers you! for more details, shoot me a message
also: i can’t swim, like… i really can’t. message me any corrections if they pop up? 

also: spot the cameo! most aren’t named, but i think they’re pretty obvious…?

The water circled your legs as you lightly kicked back and forth. You liked the water like this most, when it was nowhere near your face.

You shook your head, pushing the thought out. That was a bad way to think—your previous instructor, Jimin, had emphasised that in all your classes with her. Being afraid of the water made you tense, and being tense made it more difficult to swim, she had said. The water was not your enemy, you recited mentally, kicking at it a bit. The water was your friend and would help you, not hinder you, if you just let it.

You let out a long breath through your nose. You were here to become a confident swimmer who didn’t flinch the minute water neared your face or nose. And you were definitely going to get there.

Just as soon as the pool cleared out.

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@pangur-and-grim please appreciate my other two cats (cougar boy not included), the Soft Grouchy Girl TM (bottom two) and Lean Ermine Lad (top two)

I blame you entirely for my lingo when referring to cats but it makes me so darn happy. Thank you for the joy you, your art at your cats have brought me ♥️♥️♥️

thoughtsonstawberryyoohoo  asked:

what the fuck kind of shit did you think u were getting into when you started this blog - <3 Bryanna

i honestly have no clue. one day @lucienbloodmarch posted that edit of a scene from the scooby doo movie with robert and joseph, and that gave me the idea for my 30 rock edit, annnd boom suddenly a month has gone by and i’m sitting over here with an absurd amount of followers.

This is a message to everyone who thinks that this violence and any fear that it has instilled in antifa and the likes is funny or some twisted kind of justice that they deserve: You’re sick.

People. Are. Dead.

I will happily have a conversation about how both sides have contributed rhetoric that created this situation, how antifa have escalated things, how awful their prior attempts to justify political violence were.

But posting laughing gifs in response to death, saying that it’s amusing that they need to have police help after hating the police for so long, that it’s amusing that they’ve become the victims of rhetoric that resembles theirs… You’re not looking at them as individuals. You’re looking at them as a singular entity that committed all of the wrongs that you’ve seen individuals commit in their name - so when different individuals within that “entity” get hurt you see it as the entity getting hurt, not as one person committing harm and another suffering.

I don’t agree with vigilante justice. I don’t agree with revenge. And I especially don’t agree with it when the individual suffering that revenge isn’t the person who committed all of the crimes that you think made that revenge justified in the first place.

This is the literal basis of brainwashing people into accepting an attack on a collective or demographic - you blame the entire group for the actions of some of those within the group, majority or minority, and then you compound all of those actions and distribute blame across the group. Instead of one person doing one thing, another doing another, etc, you have 1,000 things that 5,000 people are all guilty of. Then each person in that collective isn’t guilty of either nothing, one thing, or a small handful, they’re guilty of all 1,000 things in your mind. Each individual becomes the collective, becomes deserving of the anger and hostility that you want to aim at the collective. And boom, you find yourself mentally able to justify hurting individuals for things they didn’t even fucking do.

The innocent family of the deceased are suffering, people who probably don’t even know what antifa is and have never said “Punch a Nazi” in their lives. They’ve lost someone dear to them and you… you’re laughing about it just because some different person once advocated for violence.

Don’t you see that shit like this is only validating their belief that you are and always were awful, heartless, cruel people who just wanted an excuse to kill them.

And you can say all you want that they gave you that excuse, but they didn’t. Both sides escalated this, but nobody’s contribution warranted death. Nobody’s.

Nobody deserves to feel afraid for their lives or have violence enacted upon them, no family deserves to lose or feel at risk of losing their loved ones - it was wrong when antifa did it and it was wrong when it was done to them. This isn’t just “giving them a taste of their medicine”, this is stooping to the low of politically motivated murder. This is being a hypocrite and justifying - even finding amusement in - the very thing that you’ve been condemning, the thing that drew moderates to you when they heard that you condemned it.

What happened to the battle of ideas? To talking things out? At what point did you go “I’ve been saying that this is wrong when they do it but fuck it, I feel like fighting in the street, time to throw my morals out of the window and then act like I still have the high ground!”

You don’t have the high ground. Nobody has the high ground.

If you’re one of the people laughing at how it’s “nice to see antifa finally getting a taste of their own medicine”, you’ve made it abundantly clear that your rhetoric about their violent rhetoric wasn’t born out of condemning violence, but born out of condemning the enemy. You never had a problem with violence, you were the mirror image of antifa - it was only bad when it was the wrong side doing it.

And now that the right has enacted violence, has killed someone, instead of condemning it as passionately as you condemned antifa… you’re laughing.

You’re sick. You’re fucking sick.

~ Vape

Fictober - Day One

Character: McCree

Theme: Fall

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Mad fluff to start us off guys, mad fluff. Also way longer than the rest of them will be but I got so very carried away.

You smiled as yet another leaf landed without a sound onto your shoulder, brushing it onto the concrete. This was your favourite walk to take when you needed a little alone time, away from the stress and strain of everyday life. You pulled your coat a little tighter around yourself and focused on the surroundings that always soothed you. It wasn’t everyday you managed to find time for this kind of relaxation and you intended to enjoy it while it lasted.

This street was laden with trees of all shapes and sizes, and each season brought with it a makeover. In Winter, there were bare, snow tinged branches blowing in the frosty wind that turned your cheeks ruddy. Spring brought new life in flower buds left, right and center, and in turn, brought a spring to your step. Summer was full of green leaves and bright blossoms and a heat on your face that made you want to bring your armchair some days. But despite all these wonders, Autumn was still by far your favourite.

The branches were now adorned with a canopy of fiery crimsons and burnt umbers, the wind tickling your sides but only making you feel more cozy cuddled up in your coat. Fallen leaves coated the pavement, making each step echo with a satisfying crunch. It was practically impossible not to feel inspired in what seemed like a magical place.

You found what you now had dubbed ‘your bench’ and, after checking it wasn’t too damp, sat down on it with a relieved sigh. Pulling your book out of your bag, you wiggled a little to get comfy before beginning to read, almost immediately losing yourself in the story. Reading outdoors was one of your favourite pastimes, whenever you had the chance to do so.

You were so lost in the book that you didn’t even notice when somebody took a seat on the other end of the bench, glancing in your direction as they did so. Didn’t even notice when he kept his gaze on you, a small smirk on his face as he slid a little closer on the bench. He had to lightly tap your shoulder to even get you to notice.

However, since when you did notice he was right beside you, you yelped aloud and jerked backwards from him until you were leaning right over the arm of the bench. Then suddenly, your head hit the concrete path, cushioned only slightly by the layer of leaves coating it, and the stranger was lying half on top of you, half on the floor. Apparently these benches can’t take the weight of two people on one side of them.

There was just silence for a few moments. You panicked. How on earth you should handle this? Get up like a shot and run away? Just stay exactly where you were until he left? Push  him off you and blame the entire incident on him? Just as you were making a decision, the decision was made for you.

He started to laugh. At first it was a hardly noticeable chuckle before it turned into a deep chested laugh. After a moment of confusion, the hilarity of the situation hit you in waves and your giggles bubbled out of you before you could stop them. He rolled off you completely and lay next to you, both still laughing, tears escaping the corners of your eyes as you clutched your sides in pain. This state lasted for several minutes, as every time it died down, you’d just have to look at each other and it would start up all over again.

Finally you managed to calm yourselves down, wiping the tears from your cheeks. The as yet unknown man jumped to his feet first, holding out a hand to help you up with a cheeky grin, one you returned as you allowed him to help you up. You brushed your clothes off whilst the man set the bench back upright and plonked back down onto it, this time very much on the other side and you giggled once more before sitting back on your side.

Looking at him now, you finally realised just how attractive he really was, and scolded yourself inwardly for not noticing before you made a fool of yourself. His mane of hair looking a little messy from the incident but you found that only added to the ‘rugged charm’ look he seemed to be going for. Although was that a…cowboy costume?

“Jesse,” the man spoke, southern accent startling you slightly but this time you kept your surprise internal, “Jesse McCree.”

You took the hand held out for you to shake firmly, and smiled, deciding that a man who was still willing to have a conversation after you pulled a stunt like that was probably worth getting to know.

“Y/N” you replied, keeping with the James-Bond-esque style of introduction, “Y/N L/N.”

He smiled at your reply which you returned before looking down at your lap when you realised you were both grinning at each other for far too long. He chuckled at your shyness.

Silence reigned over the two of you again, but this time you were quite comfortable and hoped he was too. You heard him mutter a small “ah!” as he got up and walked round the bench to the ground you’d fallen onto. From there, he picked up a cowboy hat and brushed the leaves and dirt off it gently, pouting the entire time. You could have sworn you heard him talking to it at one point.

Once he was sure it was clean, he placed it back onto his head with a flourish and tossed you another winning smile, one that you couldn’t help but chuckle at. After what seemed like a moment of contemplation, he offered you his hand for the second time that day and you met it with a furrowed brow of confusion.

“Care to accompany me on a walk, darlin’?” the accent went straight to your head and you fought to keep the dizziness at bay. Before accepting instantly, like you may have wanted to, you weighed the pros and cons. Pro: you’d get to spend more time with a handsome stranger. Con: he was still a stranger and you weren’t in the habit of chatting to people you didn’t know. Pro: you’d get to spend more time with a handsome stranger.

“I’d love to,” you finally decided, accepting Jesse’s hand and using it to haul yourself up from the bench. You tucked your book back in your bag and took your place beside him, bumping his shoulder slightly as you both began to the walk leisurely down the street.

You walked for about an hour, just up and down that street again and again; each time you reached the end of a street, you’d both find an excuse to walk back again. You made small talk at first, about anything that popped into your mind, often receiving a cleverly timed flirty comment every second sentence. This earned him a warning “McCree…” each time and a smirk that you tried to hide.

When you just couldn’t find any more excuses, he sighed pointedly.

“Well, it was lovely fallin’ on top of ya, hon,” he said, and you raised your eyebrows, remembering how you had met as if it had been years before. Your eyes flashed with mirth.

“It was, wasn’t it?” you quipped back, “Why did you tap me on the shoulder in the first place?”

“Ah,” he laughed again, and you decided you could never hear that sound enough, “I was going to compliment your hair accessory.”

Your hands reached up to touch your hair, free from any accessory, when he elaborated.

“There was a rather pretty orange leaf on your pretty little head.”

For the rest of your life, you thanked that tree each time you passed it for shedding it’s leaf onto your head at just the right time to allow to you to meet Jesse McCree, despite the fact that he reminded you constantly nothing would have stopped him from talking to you that day.