but i'm just so excited about these girls

Remember that thing I was excited about? Well, it was that I just commissioned Corin Howell aka the artist working on the Ghostbusters: Answer the Call comic…

…for Holtzbert. :D

Anyways, I just wanted to tell all y’all so you’re waiting on baited breath with me. lol

Go follow her on tumblr: @rinpin. Her commissions are still open, from my understanding. Also, remember to pre-order the Ghostbusters: Answer the Call comic at your local comic store using the code AUG170423. #winkwink

Alissa White Gluz is the best person in the world and nobody can tell me differently

After some difficulty, Arch Enemy, I’m seeing you tonight!

anonymous asked:

I have a few months until I head off to college and I'm so excited to fuck some many people! Every time I imagine College I imagine going to some secluded place and sucking dick and fucking random people in some trashy glory hole. I imagine being used by any gender for anything they want, just taking pleasure in eat out girls and getting fucked by men and ladyboys alike. God, thinking about it makes me dripping wet and I really hope I get to live out the fantasies I have.


troybolton1989  asked:

Shit, I forgot if I asked this already, so if I have ignore it;;; Maybe do an RFA reacting to falling in love with a male MC? I doubt in the end they'd care but I'm guessing there'd be some confusion/denial about it lol

Male MCs! How exciting~

This sort of turned into a series of minifics, but please enjoy~!

RFA Reacts : falling in love with a Male MC


  • Thought you were just one of those deep-voiced women.
  • He was definitely in for a surprise when he met you personally at the party.
  • At first he went straight for the cute girl beside you.
  • “Umm… sorry, you have the wrong person. MC’s my brother,“ she apologizes, and points to you.
  • “What? ….OH. I thought… I thought… “
  • He just stared wide-eyed at you, gaping like a fish because he was too shocked to find the right words.
  • You were tall, muscular… and scruffy. Cute, but not in the way he imagined his MC would be.
  • It was the kind of cute his sister would go for, really.
  • No wonder you called yourself “He Man“ in the chat rooms. You were so… manly.
  • “Uh…sorry about that, Yoosung. I knew you’d be shocked, so I brought my little sister along to—“
  • He silences you by putting a finger to your lips
  • Which was a lot of effort, since you were a head taller than him.
  • “You ARE the MC who helped me out, aren’t you? The… the one I confessed to, right?“ he asks in a shaky voice.
  • You notice the tears welling up on his right eye, and you wonder if he’s scared or angry.
  • “Yeah. Sorry ‘bout that,“ you sheepishly scratch at your cheek, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.
  • “Why are you apologizing, MC?“
  • “I’m apologizing because I know you wanted a girlfriend, Yoosung. Not a boyfriend. That’s why I brought my sister along.“
  • Upon meeting his eye/s, you see that he’s now glaring and trying to keep his temper in check.
  • Uh-oh.
  • “Look, MC. You don’t need to do that for me. It just wouldn’t be the same if I got together with your sister and not the person I fell in love with, y'know?“
  • You’re shocked by his statement, but it brings a smile to your face.
  • “But what about the other people around you? Your friends, family?“
  • “They’re not me, MC. And, well, this would take me a little to get used to, but I definitely want you.“
  • And then, he pulls you forward to give you a kiss which ends in him burying his face on your chest from embarrassment.
  • “Don’t let any girl or guy get too flirty with you, understand?“
  • “Alright.“


  • After the shock from rescuing you from Unknown wore down, he discreetly looked you over.
  • Short hair, small, feminine face… but why were you flat?
  • “Ah, MC, before I met you, I didn’t know a person as beautiful as me exis—–“
  • “I’m a guy, Zen.“
  • “Ahaha, don’t be like that, MC, you might be um… a little lacking on the chest area, but—“
  • “No, Zen. I’m not a flat-chested girl, I’m really a guy,“ you were getting tired if this.
  • You thought Zen would be different, but he was just like the others.
  • Women and men alike thought you were a tomboyish girl.
  • What could you do? You had a petite frame, a feminine face, and your voice was soft despite being born male.
  • Of course they would assume you were a woman, no matter how much you tried to look manly, short of donning tattoos.
  • So you decide to show him instead.
  • “M-MC, wait! I-it’s too early for this!“ he blushes furiously as you took off your shirt, dramatically covering his face.
  • You were standing shirtless in front of him and he still kept his eyes shut even after you removed his hands from his face and placed it on your chest.
  • “Zen, stop being dramatic and open your eyes. Seriously.“
  • You wanted to see whether he would still accept you if he realized that you were also a guy.
  • You’ve had numerous breakups with girlfriends, them claiming that you were too pretty to be a boyfriend.
  • It was tiring and frustrating. You just wanted to be loved.
  • Watching the look of wonder as he opened his eyes, you closed yours because you were scared of being rejected… again.
  • “Well, this IS quite a surprise, but you’re still beautiful, MC.“
  • Hmmmm?
  • His hands travelled to yours, propelling you to get closer to him, making you straddle him on the couch.
  • “Zen, do you want me to strip lower, because—“
  • “Silly, I know how a man’s upper body looks. I believe you now. You could show me too, but the beast might come out to play. Heh. Come on, MC. Open your eyes for me.“
  • Slowly opening your eyes, you find him smiling and looking lovingly at you.
  • “You… you don’t mind that I’m a guy?“
  • “Huh. I could say the same thing for you, MC. Well, do you?“
  • “No, I don’t. I’ve also only had girlfriends all this time.“
  • “Mmm, same. I’ve never been interested in men… until now,“ he says, absently running his hands on your arms.
  • That certainly came as a shock for you.
  • Zen was interested in you?!? Even as a guy???
  • “Errr… Zen…look, this… can we just start as friends first?“
  • “After all that flirting, MC? Nah, I think we’ll be fine as it is.“
  • Zen had seen co-actors kissing in bathrooms and having secret relationships backstage, so he wasn’t new to any of those.
  • In fact, there had been nights when he stayed up late thinking about how two men could be in a relationship.
  • He was curious.
  • But he didn’t want to play with you and your feelings.
  • He cradles your cheek in his hand and you lean into the touch
  • “MC, those calls where we didn’t flirt and joke around, all those things you said were true, right?“
  • “Yeah. They… they were.“
  • “I’m inexperienced with same-sex relationships too, but I’m willing to explore this with you, if you want,“ he says with a hopeful smile, afraid of you rejecting his proposal.
  • You seemed like you wanted to look manly, after all.
  • But he knew he was falling for you fast.
  • You were the same, but he didn’t know that.
  • “What about your career, Zen? I’m not willing to dress up as a woman for you.“
  • Aha, you were negotiating?
  • “We’ll cross the bridge when we get there, MC. So, are… are you willing to try it with me?“
  • “Risks and all? Well, if you are, then I guess I should also give it a try.“


  • She was flustered when you approached her with a bouquet of flowers.
  • Weren’t you the barista sporting a man bun who’d been trying to flirt with her at Bumping Donuts™?
  • Tbh she thought you were cute, but she thought she was being disloyal to her best friend and Zen if she stared more.
  • Only to find out that the cute barista was you!
  • “Hey, um… Jaehee, right? It’s me, MC.“
  • “M-MC? THE MC??? You surprised me! Why didn’t you just tell me you were the barista at the cafe?“
  • “Um… haha, well… you were getting along with Zen and realizing your dreams, Jaehee. I didn’t think it was important to personally introduce myself until now. Besides, I like it better when  I could support you from the sidelines.“
  • She didn’t know what came over her, but she just started crying.
  • “I’m sorry! Was- was it something I said?“
  • You didn’t know what to do with your hands, certainly not with the bouquet.
  • “You—- you silly! Why would you think that you’re not important? You literally turned my life around for the better, MC!“
  • Pulling out a key while wiping her tears, she looks up to you hopefully
  • “I’d been thinking this over a lot, but MC, would you like to be my housemate?“
  • Man, Jaehee moves fast when she wants to.
  • “Oh. But… but Jaehee… I’m a man… and living together, this is so sudden.“
  • “Why should it be a problem, MC? I mean, I… I just want to have you close. Is that so bad?“
  • She grows quiet after her outburst, gripping the key in her hand.
  • The change in atmosphere makes you silent as well, making you share a few minutes of awkwardness.
  • Sparing a glance at her, you could see that she was blushing to the tips of her ears and biting her lips in embarrassment.
  • So you take her hand in yours, and she looks up at you, her eyes still glistening with tears.
  • “Well, if you really want me to be your best friend and housemate…I guess, I could consider your offer…“ you trail off, giving her a sheepish grin.
  • “I’m looking forward to working with you in the future, MC,“ she replies happily, tackling you in a tight embrace.


  • Why is a college student at my doorstep?
  • A male college student, to be exact.
  • He looks you up and down, debating whether to ask you if you got lost wandering the building or to just order security to throw you out.
  • But you had a backpack with you.
  • Were you another one of his father’s mistresses’ long lost children?
  • “I’m sorry, but are you lost, or…?“
  • “Ah, no, I’m MC, Jumin. Ermmm… Mr. Han.“
  • He quietly steps back to let you in, and you wonder what he was thinking as you enter his flat.
  • Jumin was so confused, that he just showed you around the house and  politely excused himself under the premise that he needed to attend to some work at the office.
  • He wasn’t so interested in women because the ones he was faced with were fake and boring.
  • He knew he had a crush on his best friend’s fiancee before, so he knew he was still attracted to the opposite sex.
  • But he found himself attracted to a guy this time… you.
  • Did that make him gay?
  • You were the only one who listened without laughing and spiting him. You were the only one who tried to understand Jumin Han.
  • Why should he give up on you just because you were male?
  • He had to go home eventually, and found you pleading with one of his security personnel to let you go.
  • “What’s going on?“
  • You flinch when you hear his voice, turning to him like a child caught red-handed.
  • “You… you looked uncomfortable earlier, and I didn’t want to impose, so I was telling the guard that I wanted to leave…“
  • “Nonsense, MC. I was the one who offered you to stay over until the bomb threat dies down. I just didn’t expect that a man would turn up on my door, that’s all. Get inside.“
  • You go back the way you came, with him following close behind.
  • The atmosphere was still awkward, and you practically see the gears turning in his head.
  • Sitting at both ends of the dining table, you spend a good ten minutes not talking, only the clink of silverware breaking the deafening silence inside the room.
  • “Are you uncomfortable with my presence, MC?“ Jumin starts, not looking up from his steak.
  • Dammit, he beat you to the chase.
  • “No, but… don’t… don’t you feel the same?“
  • Putting down his silverware, he moves to the seat next to you and looks you straight in the eye.
  • “I admit that I was confused and in denial at first, but seeing you now, MC, I think you’re not so bad to keep me some company. Besides, Elizabeth III likes you,“ he gives you a brief smile, the expression brightening his otherwise serious face.
  • Relieved that his reaction wasn’t as bad as you thought it was, you lean close to him, a cheeky grin playing at your face.
  • “So is the rumor true…“
  • “… that I do gay? Hmph, that’s still up for debate, MC, but if it means I get to be with you, then I don’t mind at all.“

707 / Saeyoung

  • He saw your pictures first and was watching you through the CCTV.
  • It didn’t come as a surprise to him, and it certainly wasn’t an issue that he was growing attracted to you.
  • Well… maybe it was, a little bit.
  • Falling in love was a weakness in his line of work, after all.
  • He had to stay focused, and you weren’t letting him do that.
  • The day he busted inside the apartment to rescue you, he had mixed feelings.
  • As a defense mechanism, he shut everything, including you, out.
  • You decide to give him overnight to reflect, but boy, was he in for a world of surprises on the following days.
  • Aside from bugging him whenever you were in the house, you also went out frequently, and it drove him crazy trying to track you down.
  • You were meeting up with different women every day. But they left crying.
  • He knew, he followed you. Secretly.
  • But he never watches you till the end, because he wanted to respect your privacy. He wanted to trust you.
  • The last time, you went home sporting a glowing red mark on your cheek, telling him a bug bit you.
  • “Bug bites aren’t shaped like hands, MC. I know where you went,“ he declares, not looking up from his laptop.
  • “So you’re snooping around now, claiming that it’s for my safety? Whatever, Seven. Anyway, I’ll be in my room,“ you weren’t in the mood to snark back at him and simply retired to your room.
  • He felt bad for spying on you, but he instantly regretted trying to make up with you.
  • “No, Seven. Sushi isn’t meant to be eaten with chopsticks. Feed me with your hands,“ you command him with a bored look.
  • Keeping his temper in check, he drops the chopsticks and picks up the sushi, bringing it close to your lips.
  • “MC, open up.“
  • Holding the hand with the sushi still, you take the offered food with your mouth, letting his fingers linger inside as you made eye contact with him.
  • He was blushing to from the tips of his ears down to his neck and chest, but he also looked like he wanted to punch you.
  • Immediately pulls his hand away the moment you let go
  • “Stop playing with me and eat your food!“ angrily storming out of the house.
  • He was angry at himself for making you resort to this just to get his attention.
  • You on the other hand, felt like you’ve crossed the line.
  • Was it an issue for him after all? That you were also a man?
  • You swore he was interested. Then again, maybe not.
  • The next day, when he told you he was going to leave for good, you couldn’t hold your emotions any longer, and snapped.
  • “You’re just leaving like that?!? Have you even considered how I feel about it?!?“ frustratedly, you threw a punch at him, leaving him dumbstruck.
  • “Er… S-Seven, I’m so so—-oomph!“
  • You weren’t expecting him to punch back, so you were taken aback, falling on your ass
  • “Well, what about you?!? You were meeting all those women, and yet you kept telling me “I love you“ whenever you had the chance!“
  • Hearing him finally telling you out loud that he was jealous was so unexpected, it made you howl in laughter.
  • “You think this is funny, MC?!?“
  • “Ahaha, no, no… it’s just… you have it all wrong, Seven. I mean, yes, I have— no, had a string of girlfriends—“
  • “Look at you admitting to that. Do you even have the word, “faithful“ in your vocabulary?“
  • “Well, I didn’t, until I met you, actually. Which is why I broke up with all of them when you tried to push me away…I wanted to give this a try, I want to be faithful for once… but… you don’t mind that I’m a guy, don’t you?“
  • He was relieved to hear you liked him back, but that unsure expression you sported made him chuckle in return.
  • He was used to you being so cheeky, it was unusual to see you so vulnerable.
  • “MC… I did tell you that I didn’t mind which gender you had as long as you accepted me, didn’t I? I just… this isn’t just about the bomb anymore. I want to take my brother back, and where I’m going could be dangerous, so…“
  • “So? Are you underestimating me? Seven, I’ll go with you no matter where. I’m not letting you go alone. We’ll do this together, okay?“
  • Helping you up, he envelops you in an embrace, his chin resting on your shoulder.
  • “Thank you, MC.“

Unknown / Saeran

  • He’d been stalking you since you left your parents’ house three days ago.
  • You didn’t know your sister downloaded the app on your phone as a prank
  • That’s why you were surprised when he messaged you the moment you opened the app.
  • At first, you went along with the replies, even telling him you downloaded the app to chat with pretty guys.
  • But then he talked you into going to the address.
  • Assuming that it was a trap, you refused to open the door, claiming that you didn’t see the number panel.
  • Deciding that you weren’t fit for the job, he walks to your location to finish you off.
  • But you were missing.
  • “Were you looking for me?“ you ask from behind.
  • His reaction was slow, allowing you to swiftly pin him to the ground with your knee.
  • You were fresh from the military, and you weren’t expecting to use your moves on a civilian.
  • “Let… let me go!!!“ he squirmed to get free, but your hold was just too firm for him.
  • “I could kill you right here and now, you know,“ disarming him, you continue, “or… I could bring you to the station and let the police deal with you.“
  • It became a habit for you to carry zip ties around, so you whipped one out from your pocket to tie him up.
  • But wait… was he… crying? And mumbling?
  • “Hey, hey kid, you okay?“
  • He looked so sad, and you weren’t really good with crying people, so you moved in closer to hear what he was saying.
  • Bad mistake.
  • He headbutts you enough to be unconscious.
  • You were tied up and lying on a cold floor next to his bed when you woke up.
  • “I figured I could make you my assistant, so I didn’t kill you,“ he says nonchalantly, blowing smoke rings as he looked out the window.
  • He was half-naked and you noticed the numerous scars and bruises marring his milky white skin.
  • “What if I say no?“
  • He shoots the floor mere inches away from you
  • “Bastard, you almost blinded me!“
  • “I could do more than that. I’d take you out the moment you refused.“
  • You reluctantly agree to be his assistant, but you were still keeping on eye on him just in case
  • He never takes you to headquarters, and makes you stay in his apartment, even letting you take a day job as long as you do the jobs he assigns to you
  • Which isn’t much, really.
  • Clean this, clean that, compile the data and wire it to me, etc., etc.
  • He would bring you along to some missions, but those only occurred once in a blue moon.
  • He wasn’t so bad, you realize. He just sucks at expressing his needs and emotions.
  • You both don’t speak much, but you discover that you got along pretty well.
  • Perhaps a liiiiittle too well.
  • There was confusion at first, but after you worked out the knots (and beat each other because of a disagreement), everything went smoothly.
  • Neither of you were the lovey-dovey type, but you would sleep wrapped up in each other’s arms sometimes.
  • It didn’t matter to him that you were both men either, he just enjoyed your company.
  • You never found out whether he was able to lure somebody else into the apartment, but you figured that he might have, due to the late nights in front of his computer.
  • He asked you to make love to him out of the blue one day.
  • You obliged, being careful not to hurt him.
  • “MC, thanks for being my assistant,“ facing you, he lazily caresses your face, his green eyes vivid under the glow of the moonlight.
  • “If you hadn’t almost killed me that time, I wouldn’t have agreed, idiot.“
  • “I guess you’re right. Good night, MC.“
  • “I love you, Saeran.“
  • He doesn’t reply to this, but he lets you spoon him.
  • Waking up in the middle of the night, you find his side of the bed empty.
  • You figure that he might have gone to one of those sudden night missions assigned by the saviour, so you went back to sleep.
  • He always went back in the mornings, so you weren’t worried.
  • But he never returned.

V / Jihyun Kim

  • He recognized you the moment he saw the picture Seven sent him the day you joined the RFA.
  • How could he forget someone as picture perfect as you?
  • He had the habit of fanboying over photogenic men and women alike.
  • You were one of those male models he frequently recommended whenever there were projects he had to work on.
  • He was glad you were now a part of the RFA.
  • But a part of him didn’t want to share you with the others.
  • Alas, his mole work at Mint Eye kept him from talking to you, but he read the logs whenever he had the chance.
  • He would call you sometimes, but those were brief and far between.
  • You noticed how you’d also had growing feelings for him now that you were somewhat “regularly“ talking with him now
  • But you were afraid.
  • You were beaten almost with an inch of your life at one point after all.
  • Only because they found out you liked men despite being male yourself.
  • You were careful since then, only having relationships with women even though it made you unhappy.
  • You didn’t want to get ahead of yourself, but could you be honest with him?
  • You held off and waited till the party to tell him personally.
  • Making your way to meet him, you bumped into somebody and accidentally spilled the drink on his suit.
  • “I’m sorry! Are-are you alright, sir?“
  • “Alright? What do you mean, ‘alright’? This is an expensive suit, this—“ stopping in the middle of his sentence, recognition dawns on him, “MC? What’s a faggot like you doing here?“
  • Breaking out in a cold sweat, you remember the guest as one of the men who beat you up before.
  • You couldn’t answer him, and were defenselessly glued to the spot as he shamed you in front of the other guests.
  • You wanted to cry. To run away. But you couldn’t.
  • He was about to hit you when a hand shot out from behind you and stopped the blow.
  • “I’m sorry, sir. But did our coordinator do something to upset you?“ he calmly talked to your assailant, but the unmistakeable twitch in his smile gave his annoyance away.
  • “Well, aside from your planner spilling a drink on my suit, it’s him being a fag that’s upsetting me,“ he says rather smugly.
  • “Ah, that is rather upsetting. I may just ask you to leave, sir“
  • “Leave?!? What do you mean, leave? I’m the victim here! Why are you taking his side?!?“ the guest was starting to get agitated again, and was gaining the attention of the other RFA members as well.
  • Zen and Seven were trying to make their way through the crowd and Jumin was talking on the phone from afar.
  • In an unexpected move, V steps between the two of you and collars the offending guest, easily slamming him against the wall despite the huge size difference.
  • “I don’t want to use unnecessary force like this, but you’re not even trying to negotiate peacefully, SIR,“ emphasizing the honorific, he tightens his hold on the other man, making him scream in pain.
  • “V, that’s enough, please,“ Zen finally gets through, and, together with Seven, pulls him away from the guest.
  • Security also arrived just in time, and hauled the struggling man away from the crowd.
  • You didn’t remember what happened after that, but you found yourself sitting inside the staff room, wrapped up in a blanket and holding a bottle of water.
  • A worried V comes into your line of sight, and he asks you how you were feeling.
  • “I’m sorry I caused such a ruckus out there,“ you start to apologize, but he holds up a hand to silence you.
  • “I don’t want you to apologize for your sexuality, MC. You can be gay all you want, and I would still treat you the same,“ he smiles kindly, crow’s feet appearing on the corners of his eyes from under the shades.
  • “But… but what if I had feelings for you, V? Would you still accept me?“
  • His smile falters, and is replaced by a sad expression.
  • He wanted you too, it’s just… he knew he still wasn’t over her, so he turned you down as politely as he could.
  • “I would, but…I’m sorry, MC. I… can’t accept your feelings right now. But hey, we… we can still be friends, right?“
  • Bitterly accepting the rejection, you walk out of the party and into the wailing rain.

I haven’t been super excited about the looks I’ve done lately, but this one is just sooo cute! This is another dress that I found on clearance at Macy’s, and I just screams school girl to me lol.

So, I tried for a school girl look :) what do you think? I love reading what your thoughts are, it’s what keeps me posting :)

Who else dad is weird like this 🙄
  • *in another world at another time*
  • Me: *gets text*
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Dad?
  • Dad: Hey there, dear. 😉
  • Dad: Last time I checked I was. 😂
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god!
  • Roommate: Please stop screaming, I'm in a very intense debate about the merits of socialism with an online friend, and I can't concentrate with you making such a racket.
  • Me: Socialism? Aren't you incredibly rich and vain?
  • Roommate: I'm a Trotskyist, you fool.
  • Me: Who cares! My dad's alive!
  • Roommate: I wasn't aware that your dad was dead?
  • Me: Neither was I. I thought he had just abandoned me and my mom all those years ago. I have quite a story about it. When I was about 14, my dad took me on a road trip to go to IHOP for a delicious breakfast. After we had finished, he got up to use the bathroom and never returned. He left me stranded in a strange IHOP two states over.
  • Roommate: You traveled two states away to go to an IHOP?
  • Me: I mean, it was a road trip.
  • Roommate: How do you know it's your dad?
  • Me: Check my phone, it says dad right there. Of course he's my dad.
  • Roommate: It could be anyone.
  • Me: There's no one else in my contacts with the name dad, other than my dad, ya goober. In fact, with every new phone I've gotten I always added his old phone number to the contacts in case of a moment just like this.
  • Roommate: Even still, don't you think it's suspicious that your father is contacting you via text nearly a decade after he abandoned you?
  • Me: No.
  • Roommate: Not even a bit?
  • Me: No. *buzz* Oh, he texted me again!
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Me, of course! 😘
  • Dad: No.
  • Me: What?
  • Dad: You're my fifth favorite daughter.
  • Me: I don't understand.
  • Dad: I have six daughters and you're my fifth favorite one. The sixth one died in a scuba diving accident.
  • Me: So I'm your least favorite daughter?
  • Dad: No, don't think of it like that! You're not my least favorite daughter, you're just my least favorite LIVING daughter. 😉
  • Me: That doesn't make me feel better.
  • Dad: Ah, it doesn't matter. You remember me, your dad, the big wacky goofball! 😝
  • Me: I remember you trading my bicycle for coke.
  • Dad: It's a thing of the past, my daughter who I love the least. I don't want to worry about the past, let's meet up and discuss the future.
  • Me: OMG You want to meet up? Where?
  • Dad: IHOP, for old time's sake, but this time let's make it the one in town.
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god, I'm meeting up with my dad!
  • Roommate: I'm right here, you don't have to yell.
  • Me: I'm so excited. I'm reconnecting with my father. Most girls can only dream of this moment.
  • Roommate: He honestly sounds like a terrible person.
  • Me: People change.
  • Roommate: Yeah, sometimes they become worse.
  • Me: You're just overly pessimistic because you're a goth and also a Trotskyist.
  • Roommate: Eh, I can't deny it.
  • *later at IHOP*
  • Me: *waiting at table* I can't wait to see my dad again. I wonder what he looks like. I bet he's a businessman now. Oh, or maybe he's a priest. *notices commotion at the front of the store* Hmm?
  • Waitress: Sir, please wait to be seated.
  • Disheveled Dude: I'm meeting up with someone, you flighty broad. There's not much time. Get out of my way.
  • Me: *internally* At least that guy isn't my dad.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, there she is. *runs and sits at my table* Oh my god, is that my little girl. You've grown up so much. You look way too much like your mom. It's bringing back some really bad memories. I'm sorta regretting. Just joking. Hahaha. WHERE THE FUCK IS OUR WAITRESS, I'M TRYING TO EAT HERE!?
  • Me: What a coincidence it is that the horrible man making a scene at the front of the restaurant is my dad...
  • Disheveled Dude: What's with the distant look on your face? You're acting like you saw a ghost. Haha, maybe you do think I'm a ghost. Hey, sorry about leaving you at the IHOP all those years ago. Kinda got bored of the whole dad thing. JESUS CHRIST, CAN YOU GUYS FUCKING HURRY UP AND GET US A WAITRESS. F-Fuck. *wipes sweat off forehead*
  • Me: Dad?
  • Disheveled Dude: WHAT!?
  • Me: *jumps in seat*
  • Disheveled Dude: Sorry, I've been really on edge recently. *nervously looks over shoulder* Where the fuck are these waitresses?
  • Me: Dad... *gets teary eyed*
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh god, are you gonna start crying on me.
  • Me: *sniffles* I'm sorry, I just missed you so much.
  • Disheveled Dude: Yeah, yeah, I missed you too. Time to move onto the next thing. Inheritance. Uh, I'm gonna die eventually, so you can have all of my money. *put suitcase stuffed with cash on the table and pushes it towards me* You can just have it now, for all I care. I mean, you never know when I'm gonna die.
  • Me: Dad, I don't want your money. I just want to spend time with you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Well, you can spend all the time in the world with me once you accept the fat wads of cash in this suitcase. I just need you to say verbally that you're accepting this money from me as a legitimate form of inheritance.
  • Me: Dad, please. I just want to talk to you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Come on and take the fucking cash, Elizabeth.
  • Me: My name's not Elizabeth.
  • Disheveled Dude: Okay, whatever. Take the money and clearly dictate that you are accepting the entirety of this money as a legitimate form of inheritance from your loving father. You can use it for college, you're college aged right. Or prenatal care. I don't fucking know. What shitty kid doesn't want FREE FUCKING MONEY!?
  • Me: *stands up from seat* Dad! You're the worst ever! I hate you! *runs out of IHOP sobbing*
  • Disheveled Dude: Fuck, I knew that wasn't going to work. *notices how dark it is outside* It's almost here. I wasted so much goddamn time. I'm never going to get rid of this thing. FUCK!
  • Waitress: *nervously* I can help you now, sir.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, so now you show up. I'm not so hungry now. In fact, I've lost my entire damn appetite.
  • Waitress: I'm sorry, sir. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry.
  • Disheveled Dude: Which one of those cars outside is yours?
  • Waitress: The red one.
  • Disheveled Dude: That broken down piece of shit?
  • Waitress: Yes.
  • Disheveled Dude: Guess, there's no other choice. It'll have to do. Give me your fucking keys.
  • Waitress: What?
  • Disheveled Dude: *points gun at waiter* GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING KEYS!
  • Waitress: *drops keys on the table*
  • Disheveled Dude: *tosses wads of cash at the waitress* That's easily $200,000. Go buy yourself a better car. You might want to make it quick. *runs out of IHOP*
  • Waitress: *watches disheveled dude speed off* Why is it so dark outside and where did everyone go? I guess it doesn't matter now, though. $200,000. That's a lot of money. I wonder what I'm gonna do with all this? I'm so excited that I'm lightheaded. The future is so bright now.
  • Wall of Darkness: *encroaches*

traffic sucks and work is dumb

Ok, but why aren’t more people in on the “sombra is the little girl from the ‘Hero’ short” train??

It makes perfect sense, she’s been described as the biggest unrealiable narrator in the OW universe, so her age could be just a lie and she’s actually younger, after all, most of the information we know of her backstory is what she tells us in her origin video + her age but not her actual name, and since she’s an unreliable narrator she could… not be telling the whole truth??. 

She says she was orphaned but that could have happened after Hero, her mom died for some reason and she had to join Los Muertos to survive because of her abilities, she is from Dorado, where the short takes place like you just don’t have two characters be from the same place if there’s no relation between them?? She has a dialogue in-game with Soldier where she asks him “Why didn’t you save my home?” like that implies that she knows him and is bitter with him for some reason?? 

She has a mole that the girl didn’t have and purple eyes, but a) her eyes change colour in her skins so it’s probs just contacts, b) we know she got surgeries to get cybernetic augmentations, maybe she got her face altered so that the people she was hiding from wouldn’t recognise her?

When she’s in Dorado in-game, she says “back home, I should stop by the bakery” a bakery is what the GIRL’S MOM IN THE SHORT RAN. Also in her origin video she is shown offering a basket full of bread to some guy who’s computer she’s about to hack… Like she could be referring to another bakery sure, but that’s too much of a coincidence. Like, why put it in her dialogue if she has nothing to do with the girl of the short?? If she’s not that girl they’re sisters or something

Songs of Ssael Prayerbook

Wanted to talk about my newest prop for Duane real quick. Was waiting to get the new photos up first, but I do not have time to edit them at the moment and needed a quick break from sewing my next costume.

Wish I had a before shot to share because it used to be blue.  Materials I used: a book, scrapbooking paper in green, gold, black velvet, and a fun design (you’ll see that one later), green and black fabric paint, tan, white, black, and brown acrylic paint, twine, gold ballpoint pen, a hot glue gun, and a lot of Modge Podge.

I was really picky about the base book I chose. It had to be the right size in my hand…not too thick as to look bulky but not so thin as I couldn’t do a little something fun with it.  I also ended up choosing this one because it left the ends of the pages raw and I liked the rough look of it! I had to sand the top of the book though, since the pages were dyed orange.

Here you can see where I tore off half of the spine. That was my first step, before I even started painting. You can also see where I glued down the twine bindings on the spine and the pieces that hang from the top of the book. I also used hot glue to seal the raw end of the twine so it wouldn’t unravel.

The designs I traced a vector for from the art and used that to print a stencil of sorts I could use to cut the pieces out with an exacto knife. It’s all glued down with Modge Podge.

All of the weathering with black and white I tried to keep as close to the illustrations of the book as possible.

Here is the rarely seen back! This is where the tan paint really came in. I used it to color the blue so I could save that slightly leathery texture of the original cover.  The green paper I glued on to re-do the cover I purposely left loose on that corner and tore the edge around to make it uneven.  I also spritzed it with water to get it extra floppy.

One of my personal touches was the old bloody handprint on the back. The space was partially covered in the art, and on its own it felt empty. I figured, Duane must have picked up the book after accidentally eating somebody at least once right.  I just painted my fingers brown and slammed them down on the back of the book.

Here is a detail shot where you can really see the textures in the papers I chose. I like the randomness of the gold, and the elegance the velvet added.  The green had a linen look to it that I thought fit well wishing the comic’s aesthetic.

I also want to talk about the letters here. Finding simple gold letter stickers was, oddly enough, impossible. I ended up buying purple glitter ones instead. I had to scrape off all the glitter, resurface it with Modge Podge, and color it with my gold leafing pen.  The ‘f’ I had to extend as well…placing a piece of another sticker under it before applying the Modge Podge.

Here is another detail shot showing the fun rough edges of the book, as well as some of the weathering I did on the edge.  For the edge I tried to sand through the paper to the tan paint I had applied underneath…but I ended up sanding through the paint too fast to the original color of the book. So in the end I took a box cutter and carved away at all the edges, down to the cardboard cover itself.  I ran sandpaper over the carved edges to make it look more like it had worn down and had not been carved out.

This is probably the roughest part of the book, but still pretty  happy with it! In the art it’s so small it’s just scribbles so I had to improvise what to put up there.  Considering the book it had to be Tainish for sure. The phrase I had originally chosen was too long, so I ended up mashing two other ones together and hoping it makes sense.  Can’t say I’m too well versed in Tainish grammar after all. I had also wanted to draw it in the Tainish alphabet, but sadly that is not available, so I used cursive instead.

For those who may have trouble reading my sloppy penmanship it reads:
Ssael fhikemun rish ul a Llede Llaemasa

Which should, in theory, translate to:
Ssael reveals the way to his Lions of Mercy

The inner cover I also redid with a paper with a fun design.  The edges of the green showed and I wanted a nice clean look all around.  Also a little extra weathering just cuz.

And last but not least, the whole reason I decided to do this project in the first place! I needed a place to keep my ribbons at ALA.

I made this into a hollow book with a lot of Modge Podge and cutting of pages and more Modge Podge and some heavy things. This is why the book couldn’t be too thin.  I made sure to leave a number of pages at the front loose so I could also use it as a prop.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was just wondering if you had sources on Louisa May Alcott's sexuality? She was my favourite childhood author and I'm so excited to discover that she wasn't straight!

i originally found out about it through some tag comments left on my ‘charlotte brontë is bi’ post here http://upthawolfs.tumblr.com/post/158669224314/boykeats-ashildr-rabbit

i’ve been trying to track down sources, but it’s been a bit tricky. the quote “I am more than half-persuaded that I am a man’s soul, put by some freak of nature into a woman’s body … because I have fallen in love in my life with so many pretty girls and never once the least bit with any man.” comes straight out of the introduction for the penguin classics edition of little women though!

and i know that little women was ended up in the #43 spot of publishing triangle’s list of 100 best gay and lesbian books of all time here http://www.publishingtriangle.org/100best.asp

there’s also some precedence that she fell on the trans masc spectrum, but as with many things, it’s a giant gray area, and i’m not that inclined to label her as exclusively one identity or the other

her describing herself as having a man’s soul is clinical gay terminology of the time. doctors and psychologists were describing gay desire as having an ‘inversion’ of the soul, i.e. the surest explanation of your desire to kiss women is because there was some kind of spiritual mix-up and you were given a het man’s romantic inclinations (edward carpenter, a gay man of the time, wrote a historically important essay about it called ‘the intermediate sex’).

but she also self-described as behaving like a boy, and there was a period of time where she referred to herself by the name louie https://www.bostonglobe.com/lifestyle/food-dining/2012/11/20/book-review-marmee-louisa-the-untold-story-louisa-may-alcott-and-her-mother-eve-laplante/ksnrq8Azndrm4EwTUMdmFN/story.html

basically what i’m trying to say is that louisa may alcott was indisputably queer, she totally liked women, little women is a hallmark of lesbian fiction, it’s all amazing. enjoy

I have a 4 year old sister who is obsessed with princesses. The girl just loves them, but having grown up with me in the house, she also loves superheroes. (Jason Todd is her favorite– one time she told me that she wanted him to buy her candy so that she could share it with him. )

Anyway, one day I was wearing a Wonder Woman tshirt, and she asked me why Diana was wearing a crown. “She’s a princess,” I told her. “Her mom is the Queen of the Amazons.”

My little sister freezes for a couple of second, eyes wide, and whispers “Wonder Woman is a princess… and a superhero?”

“She sure is,” I told her. 

“I’m going to be a princess AND a superhero too!”

So that’s why I’m really excited about Wonder Woman finally being marketed to little girls, or even just the world at large. It makes a difference, you know? Little girls want to be superheroes too.


Me and my plant are feeling alright today

anonymous asked:

AHHHH I'm so excited to give you a prompt because you're my favorite Shyan writer, but anyways! What about a 7 minutes in heaven story? Where they start out just friends going in. Doesn't have to get explicit if you don't want to, that's just one of my favorite tropes lol 😊

It was a fun Saturday night, the whole gang was there for Keith’s birthday. It started off moderate with food and cake. But then it got to the games. Being a group of mixed boys and girls, it was just expectant for something to go a little too sexual.

And that’s where Ryan is. On the right of him is his best friend, Shane, and to the left of him is Eugene. They all sat in a circle with a hat in the middle.

“For all you virgins,” Keith starts, “this is going to be Seven Minutes in Heaven. And how much I would love to be the first to go, I, already have my heaven.” he smiles to himself, which everyone can see is genuine as Becky blushes. They’re cute together.

“As well for us!” Ned chimes, holding Ariel’s hand. “So we’ll be the timers and the ones to get you out.”

“So,” Eugene starts, his face turned into a grin. “who’s first?”

“Why don’t you have the honors?” Keith suggests, picking up the fedora hat and shaking it before sliding it over to Eugene.

“Wouldn’t mind at all.” His fingers carded through the paper before finding one and grabbing it and with a smirk on his face he said. “Mari.”

The game is longer than expected, by now, Eugene has went into the closet three times, Zach once with a girl name Amber, Steven twice, and Jen once.

“Ryan!” Someone shouted, “come on, you pick!” Ryan’s eyes shifted towards the voice and sighed, of course it was Zach.

“That’s not apart-”

“Nonsense! My birthday, my rules.” Keith quickly debunks. Then, out of some weird eye coordination, everybody just started to chant his name over and over again.

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lol can people stop with the fake concern for loona/block berry. i’m tired.

ya’ll out there claiming that you’re just concerned for the girls because of all the debt they’ll accumulate if they flop but go on about in the same breath how you’ll check them out after their debut/or that you lost interest because they’re taking too long to debut (idk but getting music every month is pretty damn exciting to me) ????? don’t want them to flop??? how about streaming their music??? buy their albums (if you’re able to financially)???? share their videos???? instead of leaving a half-assed comment for the sake of commenting.  THIS IS WHY GIRL GROUPS ARE DISBANDING/LEAVING US. IF YOU LOVE/CARE ABOUT SOMETHING YOU’LL WORK FOR IT.


How do you know if a guy is right for you? You’ll know, okay? You just have to let it happen. And then, probably when you’re not looking, you’ll find someone who compliments you. Someone who likes what you like, someone who reads the same books or listens to the same music or likes to trash the same movies. Someone compatible…but not so compatible that they’re boring. I mean, you respect each other’s opinions and you can laugh at the same jokes, but I don’t know – there’s just something about not quite knowing what the other person’s gonna do at all times that’s just really exciting.

Hey so I don’t know much about the stories beyond what is presented in Moana, but I’m pretty sure that at least the character of Maui as depicted in the movie is nonbinary!!??!?!?!!!

In his introduction he keeps interrupting Moana to add on to the list of descriptors she’s using for him. First “Hero of men” then “Hero of men and women.” Then he clarifies “I mean everyone. It’s not just a guys and girls thing. Hero of all.”

Then during his song he says “I’m just an ordinary demi-guy.”

He outright SAYS that. 


That is great.