but now he's right on board with it

15 Trans People who Have Made History

I feel it is extremely important to know about the people in our community who came before us. Throughout history trans people have made history by acting as activists, advocates, and just by being themselves in a world at that against them. This list is by no means complete but the point is to highlight some of the trans people who have made history for our community. 

1) Frances Thompson: Frances was most likely the first trans person to testify before a congressional committee in the US. In 1866 she was a victim of the Memphis Riot. The riot occurred when a group of white men went into a neighbourhood where former slaves, such as Frances, lived. They burned buildings and attacked the former slaves. It was on this matter that she testified before the committee. Ten years later she was arrested for “transvestism.”

2) Lucy Hicks Anderson: Lucy was born in 1886 and began living as a woman a young age. She was first married in 1929 and then attempted to get married again in 1944.However, in 1944 her marriage was denied and she was accused of perjury for saying that she was a woman. After then she became one of the first fighters for marriage equality in America.

3) Marsha “Pay it No Mind” Johnson: Marsha is most known for being one of the leaders at the Stonewall Riot in 1969 however her involvement in the LGBT community stretches beyond that. She was the co-founder of S.T.A.R. which provided support and resources for homeless trans youth. She was also heavily involved in the Gay Liberation Front. She fought for LGBT rights and for people living with HIV and AIDS. She supported the community until her life was cut short in 1992 under suspicious circumstances.

4) Sylvia Rivera: Sylvia was also one of the leaders at the Stonewall Riots. At only seventeen years old she co-founded S.T.A.R. She was also a founder of the Gay Liberation Front. She spent a lot of time advocating for trans people, drag queens, and other people who were not included in the mainstream gay rights movement including fighting against the exclusion of transgender people from the Sexual Orientation Non-Discrimination Act in New York. She was an advocate for the community until her death in 2002.

5) Miss Major Griffin-Gracy: Miss Major was another leader at the Stonewall Riots in 1969 and the community in New York at the time. In the late 1970s she moved to San Diego and started grassroots movements such as working with a food bank to serve trans women who were incarcerated, struggling with addiction, or were homeless. During the AIDS epidemic she provided people with healthcare and organized funerals often one or more a week.  In 1990 she moved to the San Francisco area where she worked with many HIV/AIDs organizations. In 2003 she began working at the Transgender GenderVariant Intersex Justice Project where she works to help transgender women who have been imprisoned. She continues to work as an activist to this day.

6) Hiromasa Ando: Hiromasa was a professional speedboat racer in Japan and publically transitioned when he was given permission to start competing as a male in 2002 becoming the first openly trans person in the sport. He also is one of the first openly trans athletes in the world. 

7) Aya Kamikawa: In 2003 Aya made history when she became the first openly transgender person to be elected into office in Japan. She has also worked for the LGBT community both as a politician and before as a committee member for Trans-Net Japan.

8) Trudie Jackson: Trudie Jackson is a long-time activist for the LGBT and Native American Communities. She has worked with the ASU Rainbow Coalition, the Native American Student Organization, The National LGBTQ Task Force, and the Southwest American Indian Rainbow Gathering. She has been the recipient of numerous awards including the Equality Arizona Skip Schrader Spirit of Activism Award, one of the 2013 Trans 100, and Echo Magazine’s 2013 Woman of the Year. She is a huge advocate for the Native American trans community.

9) Kim Coco Iwamoto: When elected to the Hawaiian Board of Education in 2006 she held the highest office of any openly trans person in America. She served two terms on the Board of Education and is now a commissioner on the Hawaii Civil Rights Commission.

10) Diego Sanchez: Sanchez was the first openly trans person to hold a senior congressional staff position on Capitol Hill in America when he was appointed by Barney Frank in 2008.

11) Kylar Broadas: Broadas is an attorney, professor, and the first openly trans person to testify in front of the U.S. Supreme Court when he spoke in support for the Employment Non-Discrimination Act in 2012. In 2010 he founded the Trans People of Color Coalition.

12) Isis King: She became the first openly trans person to be on America’s Next Top Model in 2008. Her openess and involvement in the show and involvement in the show attracted a lot of both negative and positive attention. She has continued to work as a model, role-model, and advocate for transgender people. 

13) Blake Brockington: Blake first made headlines when he became the first openly transgender high school homecoming king in North Carolina. He was also an activist for the LGBT community, transgender youth and fought against police brutality. Sadly, Brockington lost his life at the age of 18 in 2015 after committing suicide.

14) Diane Marie Rodriguez Zambrano: She has been a human rights and LGBT rights activist in Ecuador for many years. In 2009 she sued the Civil Registry to change her name and set precedent for other trans people to be able to change their names. In 2013 she became the first openly trans person, or LGBT person, in Ecuador to run for office.

15) Ruby Corado: She is an activist born in El Salvador but living in America. She was involved in the Coalition to Clarify the D.C. Human Rights Act which was changed the act to include gender identity and expression. In 2012 she opened Casa Ruby which is the only bilingual and multicultural LGBT organization in Washington, D.C. She has been working for human rights for over 20 years.

marlene-fletcher  asked:

I mean I'm on board w curly hair glasses lance but like you can't convince me he would wear ordinary specs and wouldn't buy the most fun glasses ever. Like from thick rim hipster to just the CRAZIEST patterns and loud colors and he would wear em proud

Ableism almost killed Stephen Hawking in the 80′s.

This is a casual reminder that Stephen Hawking was almost allowed to die due to ableism.

Stephen got so sick because the advance of his ALS made his larynx weak and it wasn’t doing the job of keeping spit and food out of his lungs when he swallowed. In the 80′s, he contracted aspiration pneumonia while at CERN. He got rushed to a hospital where he was placed in a medically induced coma and breathed via a ventilator. Doctors urged Jane (wife) to pull the plug because “he’s too far gone”. 

Think about it: Doctors put Stephen into a position where he couldn’t answer for himself, tried to tell his wife that he was too far gone and tried to tell her she should pull the plug as an act of mercy. 

I doubt that would have been said if Stephen wasn’t so visibly disabled by his ALS. It’s funny how people in the medical field tend to be so quick to give up on a patient if they already have a visible disability when they are brought in, but will throw all the medicine and machines they’ve got at somebody who isn’t visibly disabled. I don’t think doctors even realize they have this bias.

Thankfully, Jane stood up to the doctor. She said no, declared that Stephen must live and had him returned to Cambridge. She knew her husband better than the doctors. She saved his life.

Stephen had a tracheostomy done, which prevented him from speaking, and he spent some time on a ventilator while he recovered from the pneumonia. He initially communicated via a letter board by raising his eyebrows when the right letter was chosen. Then he went on to get the computer that gave him his famous voice. 

A little aside– Stephen has the option to get a new, more “human” sounding voice, and he refuses because he’s grown quite attached to the “robot” voice he’s so well-known for. He sees that as his voice now and identifies with it. (”Even though it gives me an American accent,” he once joked.)

Later, he had a laryngectomy because his larynx was causing a lot of trouble with swallowing food. Getting rid of it increased his quality of life. As far as I know he’s still swallowing just fine and eats and drinks by mouth with help from his assistants. A video of Stephen talking about the tracheostomy and laryngectomy can be found here. (No surgery images, but he describes medical tests and talks about the problems with eating.)

He communicates nonverbally with his caregivers using just facial gestures. One of them said Stephen can just look at him a certain way and he’ll know whether he’s saying he needs attention or everything’s fine. I read somewhere that Stephen grinds his teeth to express disapproval. (Yo, behavior is communication!) He communicates with more than his AAC device, it’s just a matter of learning to read him like his caregivers do.


‘No quality of life,’ the doctors said in the 80′s.


(Sarcasm) 

I guess this is ‘no quality of life’.

(/sarcasm)

[Stephen giving lectures at a university.]

[With the cast of The Big Bang Theory.]

[Experiencing zero gravity.]

[Looking sharp at the BAFTA’s!]

[In his office at Cambridge University, doing what he loves– trying to find the real theory of everything.]

(Sarcasm) 

Oh yes, his quality of life is just awful, isn’t it? 

(/sarcasm)


The only person allowed to determine Stephen Hawking’s quality of life is Stephen Hawking himself. And guess what? His life is great right now!

He almost wasn’t here. Ableism nearly ended his life in the 80′s.

Thankfully, he’s still around to sass people and keep us curious about the universe.

Here’s a documentary where Stephen tells his own story in his own words. CC’s are available for those with hearing or audio processing issues.

* * * WARNING: Video has flashing lights that may upset seizures or migraines.
* * * TRIGGERS: Dramatized hospital scenes, food consumption and alcohol consumption.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hi8jMRMsEJo (not my video)

Btw the girl in the thumbnail is goofing off with him by making that face.

So I’m watching a Mickey Mouse cartoon

Mickey accidentally mails this clearly romantically intended letter meant for Minnie to his rival Mortimer

Mortimer then shows up at Mickeys house and is…totally happy with this?? He’s completely on board with Mickeys apparent feelings towards him

Later on he invites Mickey to the movies (y’know, prime dating location right there)

Accept Mickey confesses the letter wasn’t supposed to go to him, and Mortimer gets mad and says “oh so now we’re breaking up?!

I’m not saying gay but…gay

Anyone out there bashing the idea of Keith being autistic in canon esp when autistic people see themselves in him and he stims in the vlog like…why does the idea of Keith being autistic bother you so much you feel the need to type up a post about how it isn’t really canon?


Just because Keith doesn’t walk around telling everyone he’s autistic doesn’t mean he isn’t. You can watch the show and see some traits that commonly come with being autistic.


Actually I’ll outline them right now why not


1. Attention to detail and organization skills


  • His “conspiracy board” is really just an organized way of laying the information he was gathering out so he could see it all together. Might be a visual learner.


  • Recognized that the lines on Hunk’s chart matched the nearby mountains exactly


  • Didn’t understand what Lance was trying to tell him with his gestures in Return to the Balmera but looked around and figured out what Lance was thinking by looking at the layout of the cave.

__________


2. Social cues


  • Not understanding the team cheer, and going back and analyzing it trying to figure it out but it still not clicking. Him being frustrated over this is very relatable.


  • The whole Lance advice scene, Keith really has trouble picking up on Lance’s cues. Or just doesn’t know what to do with them. In the end Keith’s face screamed nailed it and lance leaves like ): and it’s hilarious but I’ll save that for another post


  • While he’s awkward with people, he views himself as way worse at it than he actually is. It’s hard to tell how good you’re doing when you have a hard time picking up on it in the first place. Sometimes it feels like you’re stumbling around in the dark.

_________

3. Thinking literally


  • Thinking in pretty literal terms. When they are trying to form Voltron in Some Assembly Required Keith suggests they “literally form voltron” by stacking the lions on top of eachother.

________


I could pull out more but I think you get my point by now. All of this isn’t a miraculous coincidence.


Even if a character doesn’t show “signs” of autism, who are you to tell autistic people they can’t have an autistic hero?


When do we ever get a badass autistic hero? Heroes that aren’t looked down on for it or made autism the sole aspect of their “personality” or character arcs?? Especially in a show for kids??? I’ve never seen a character I saw myself in as much as I see myself in Keith. Him being autistic really isn’t a long shot, you guys claim to love rep.. so where’s the love?


To anyone out there trying to “disprove” that Keith is autistic: I urge you to really reflect on why you’re trying to disprove it in the first place.

I think it’s really important to remember that Steve’s perspective, coming in to Civil War, is still very heavily influenced by WWII. The movie calls back to this significantly in a few instances, and for good reason; WWII was a global clusterfuck. Governments made bad choices, some worse than others, and a lot of people died before alliances of nations bothered to get involved. Even the ‘good guys’ made the call to drop atomic weapons, which would be a recent discovery for Steve. He was shit at taking orders then, same as now, because Steve has always done what he personally saw as right, knowing that governments and councils might not make the moral call, or might wait too long to make it. 

We see this when Tony busts out FDR’s fountain pens, apparently in some attempt to appeal to Steve’s nostalgia. But Steve has lived through the war those pens brought his country in to, and seen the far-reaching consequences of one man signing a document – it’s not something he can take lightly. 

He’s still almost on board though, until Wanda being held in the compound comes up. And the word Steve uses then is very important:

Internment.

The internment of American citizens of Japanese ancestry is not a distant memory to Steve; for him, it happened only a few years ago, and his friend and comrade-in-arms, Jim Morita, would probably have had family in internment camps. All supposedly for the greater good and safety of the nation. Steve balking and balking hard makes a lot of sense; even if Wanda is technically in a cushy situation, what happens when more enhanced people turn up? Ones Tony doesn’t have room for? What precedent is set for imprisoning them if he agrees to this? 

Steve has always been about the individual right to choose what is moral. The kid who didn’t want to kill anybody, just stop the bullies, is the same guy who doesn’t want to sign over his will and his shield to others, to step in and follow orders given to him, regardless of what they are.

(Steve remembers all too clearly the acts of men just following orders.)

second-fannypack  asked:

Prompt: Richie and Eddie don't know each other, but Richie just wiped out on his skateboard outside Eddie's house

here we go

+ eddie hates sundays

+ he always finishes his homework friday when he gets home but his mom won’t let him go out past 6pm on sundays anyways so he always has to find ways to entertain himself

+ usually bill would come sneak in through his window to keep him company but he had therapy tonight until 7 and eddie was alone and bored out of his mind

+ he was currently staring out his second floor window and watching the squirrels 

+ but then he sees him

+ the cute, lanky neighbor kid from down the street skates right past his house

+ and then,,, back past his house?

+ he starts doing tricks on the sidewalk (nothing fancy, mostly just jumping up and landing about 50% of the time) but after the 3rd jump he… looks up at eddie?

+ aND WINKS

+ and eddie’s like shitshitshit i’ve been caught staring at this boy and now he’s making me blush what the fUck

+ then the neighbor kid gets cocky

+ he decides to try that thing where you,, flip the board,, in midair before landing on it? (eddie is not very familiar with skating technical terms)

+ this trick makes eddie very nervous

+ Cute Boy falls flat on his ass and his elbow hits the ground hard

+ eddie runs down the stairs and out the door after grabbing his first aid kit from the nightstand

+ “ohmygod ohmygod what the fuck is wrong with you you could have broken your arm and all i have is neosporin and bandaids here what were you thinking come inside i have to clean up this scrape before it gets infected- no don’t TOUCH it do you know how many GERMS there are on human hands oh my god”

+ but then eddie just looks up and cute boy is smiling at him in the sweetest way he’s ever seen abut then he just smirks and says “hey i’m richie and i’m usually pretty good at skating but i guess i couldn’t help falling for you”

+ eddie needs his inhaler

Then We Talk Slow
Author: letsjustsee
Word Count: 20k
Summary: 
The picture showed Harry smiling widely (with a fucking dimple) at the camera, his glossy brown curls situated artfully around his shoulders. Louis couldn’t see his whole outfit, but it seemed to consist of a pink, floral button-up with most of the buttons undone. Louis could also detect the dark outlines of tattoos on his chest, although he couldn’t quite make out what they were underneath the shirt.
What he could make out was that his own heartrate seemed to have picked up significantly.
Shit.
This was so not good. Not only had Louis drunkenly sent messages in a deliberate attempt to interact with this man, he was now insanely attracted to him without ever having met him in person.
Maybe Liam was right – drunk tweeting really was a horrible, rotten idea.

A famous/non-famous AU in which Louis banters back and forth with his new record company on Twitter, only to find out that Harry is the man behind the tweets.

The most expensive way ever to get the police involved.

My wife and I had a first floor condo in what had previously been a nice complex. Unfortunately, over time the couple who lived above us (hereafter designated AA for Angry Alcoholic and AAG for Angry, Alcoholic Girlfriend) began drinking heavily, or maybe they just got louder about their drinking. Nearly every night became a massive screaming match between them. They’d stay up until 2 AM shouting at each other at the top of their lungs, then one of them would put on music at top volume to drown out the other. Their taste in music wasn’t actually bad but when it’s 2 AM and my floor is vibrating, it’s a problem. Sometimes they’d even take their fight out into the parking lot, just to be sure all the neighbors were treated to a detailed explanation of who had cheated on who recently (both), and who was threatening to dump who and leave right now. (Neither of them ever actually left, they just went out to their car and threatened to, loudly.)

Then in the mornings he would “work on” his car in the car in the carport right outside our front door. As far as I can tell the all he did was sit there and rev the engine for (it seemed) hours on end. I have no idea when he slept, maybe while we were at work? We and other neighbors complained to the condo board, who issued a warning, which AA and AAG ignored. Eventually the condo board started fining them, but AA found a genius solution- just don’t pay the fine. All the condo board could do was, eventually, put a lien on AA’s condo, but that would only become a problem for him when he sold the place. Apparently, they couldn’t actually foreclose on him, or maybe they just didn’t want to go to the trouble.

Trying to talk to him directly was useless- if we managed to catch him during a rare moment of sobriety, he’d just kind of blow us off, but if we caught him while he was drunk, he’d get pretty threatening and was then even louder for a few days.

We even tried calling the police, but they weren’t really interested unless he actually crossed the line into a felony. They gave him a few warnings, which he also ignored. Maybe if he’d actually beaten me or one of my other neighbors up, they’d have done something, but none of us felt like getting into a fight to find out. Plus there was always the risk that the cops would arrest everybody involved in the fight on general principles, and none of us wanted an arrest record.

Eventually, my wife and I decided to sell our condo and move, for multiple reasons that definitely included AA and AAG. Because of the timing of our move, our realtor wound up actually showing the condo while we were home a couple of times, and we discovered that one of the potential buyers was a city police officer, her husband, and their 1-year old baby. (I guess their old place was too small now that they had a kid.)

Unfortunately, their offer was $3,500 below the top offer. After talking it over, we told our realtor to accept their offer anyway, and we’d just eat the loss. So AA and AAG had a cop move in directly below them.

I’m Facebook friends with a couple of our old neighbors, and in the six months since we moved, AA has been arrested multiple times, and had his car impounded at least once. Apparently he’s now trying to be quieter, but that only lasts until he gets drunk and then he’s screaming again, and his new downstairs neighbor has long ago had enough of his shit, and does not appreciate it if he wakes up her kid. And I guess she also doesn’t appreciate it if he shouts at her. He’s in an “obnoxious neighbor” war with a cop, and he’s losing badly. Hopefully soon he’ll wind up in jail for longer than a couple of days.

Whiteboard. Destiel, canon!verse, 1.3k. 
When you fail to say the words, there’s always the option to write it down.

For a while now, there has been a whiteboard in Dean’s room.

Cas often sees Dean use it; to organize clues for cases that he and Sam can’t quite solve, and to write down reminders, or to simply rearrange his thoughts. And, on rare occasions, to draw silly doodles to help him get his mind off of whatever supernatural disaster is next on the agenda.

Currently, aforementioned board is empty though, and Cas stares a hole in it, sitting on Dean’s bed, arms wrapped around his knees, his chin resting on his hands. Dean is there too, right beside him, lying on the other side of the bed, his back to Castiel, his shoulders tense. There might as well be some sort of invisible wall between them, and Cas absolutely hates it. Hates it whenever they fight like this, and what makes it even worse is that Dean refuses to talk. Whenever they have an argument he’ll snap at Castiel, once maybe twice, but after that, it’s usually the silent treatment.

And it makes Castiel feel powerless every time, because how can you fix something when you don’t even get a chance to plead your case?

Dean isn’t sleeping, Cas can tell from his breathing, harsh and uneven. Which must mean that Dean doesn’t like this either, and just like that, inspiration strikes.

“Dean?” Cas mutters quietly, but not unkindly.

A grunt from the other side of the bed.

“I know you’re angry, I know you’d rather not talk, but I thought that maybe…” Castiel pauses, trying to figure out which words to choose. “I thought that maybe we could write it down.”

There’s a huff from Dean, and Cas doesn’t know what to make of that, but he refuses to give up now. Slowly, he gets up from the bed, shuffling towards the whiteboard. He picks up one of the markers, a blue one, and starts writing.

He hears Dean move on the bed, probably getting up as well, and that’s what Cas had been counting on; Dean’s curiosity getting the best of him.

When Cas is done he puts down the marker, his eyes scanning the message one last time.

‘I apologize for what I did yesterday, I’m sorry I went after those rogue angels by myself without telling you. I didn’t want you to get dragged into my problems, and I feared it wasn’t safe for you to come with me. Which you would have, had I told you before I left.’

He hears a muffled sigh behind him, and he’s surprised to see Dean already standing right there. Dean rolls his eyes as he reads the message, but his face relaxes, and the green of his eyes is softer now. After a long moment, he theatrically picks up a marker as well, the green one, giving Castiel that face that says 'do we really have to do this?’

But Dean does it anyway, and writes a reply, the Dean Winchester way that Cas knows so well.

'I want you to drag me into your problems, you idiot, it’s not like I don’t drag you into mine. PS: you forgot to apologize for the part where you almost got killed. PPS: fine, apology accepted. Don’t ever do that again.’

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something borrowed // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles lets Y/N borrow something of his & unexpectedly gains something in return

Requested: no, collab with @rememberstilinski

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: no

Masterlist

Clutching the plastic lunch tray she navigated her way through the crowded cafeteria and back to the lunch table. The stress from the first four periods of her day slowly melted away as she spotted her group of friends across the cafeteria, sitting at the same table they had since the start of their freshman year.

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as Lydia waved over to her. Picking up her pace, Y/N maneuvered her way through the crowds of people who were too engaged with their conversations with one another to pay any sort of attention to the small girl.

Then, a familiar boy caught her attention.

The sheriff’s son, Stiles Stilinski.

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(170708) swj board update

i went and came back from taemin’s concert with jonghyun. happy that the stage that our maknae taeminnie has been dreaming of has now been made real; seems like he prepared really hard. taemin mangaged to relay his heart to everyone, right? do show much love and support to taemin in the future too. i have smtown live in korea today!  will be meeting you guys in osaka next week! looking forward to it! stay healthy and wait like the promise you made to me! 

trans cr. iheartshinee_

Interrupted : Joe Sugg Smut

(requested) - changed it a little oops

“Oh my god, I frickin love this one!” Zoe said excitedly as Harry Potter and the goblet of fire began to play on the TV.

You and your boyfriend Joe were staying with Zoe and Alfie for a few nights at their house. It had been a while since you had seen them so it was quite nice to catch up and spend some time with them.

However, Alfie was out late with Sean and Dave as they were working on a van, turning it into a campervan or something. So you and Zoe had decided to have a girly night and watch some films, of course you both had popped out to M&S beforehand to get some snacks. Joe left you both to it as he had some editing to do, so Zoe had run him a bath and he was upstairs editing in the spare room – where you and Joe were staying.

“I always found this one really scary though.” You said to Zoe, pulling the blanket closer to your body.

“Yeah, if you think about it these films are actually quite scary.” Zoe pointed out.

“I mean… If I get scared watching them then I can imagine lots of other people do.”

Time went by as you and Zoe watched the film. Nala was asleep next to Zoe on the sofa and Alfie still wasn’t back yet. You checked the time.

“How is it half 11 already?” You said, not quite believing how fast the time has gone.

When there was no reply, you looked over at Zoe to find her fast asleep on the sofa. Typical.

You watched about 15 minutes more of the Harry Potter film before your phone buzzed. It was Joe.

‘What you doing? X’

You didn’t reply, the film was almost over so you would go up and see him soon. About 2 minutes later your phone buzzed again.

‘Y/N xx’

Joe hardly ever put kisses in texts unless he was missing you or in a loving mood.

‘Yes?’

‘Come to bed x’

This made you smile. You were feeling quite tired and would love nothing more right now than to go and see your boyfriend. The film was almost over so you decided to head up. You thought about waking Zoe, but decided against it as she’d probably wake up soon or Alfie will wake her when he gets home.

You folded the blanket you were using and placed it on the edge of the sofa. You silently walked out of the living and through the kitchen. You got up the first flight of stairs and opened the door to the spare room, revealing a half naked Joe in his boxers laying beside his laptop on the bed.

“Finally!” He smiled up at you, placing his laptop on the floor and stretching his arms out to you.

“How’s editing going?” You asked, shutting the door and moving over to him.

“Fine, but I missed you.” He pouted and pulled you by your wrists so you got onto the bed next to him.

“Aw babe. I missed you.” You replied, even though you were only apart for 2 hours or so and you were just downstairs.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his body, you wrapped your arms around his exposed waist.

“Joe!” You laughed when you felt something hard poke into your leg.

“I know, I really need you right now.” He told you truthfully.

“Well we’re in your sisters house so I don’t think so babe.” You laughed, getting up off the bed and into the en suite bathroom to brush your teeth.

“Fuck sake.” You heard Joe sigh as you walked away from him.

However, when you were almost done brushing your teeth you heard a light moan. Was he really doing this right now?

“Y/N.” You heard your boyfriend moan out. Even though you had just told him you wouldn’t do this with him here, you couldn’t help but feel very aroused at the thought of Joe touching himself to the thought of you.

You walked back into the bedroom and switched off the bathroom light. Joe was sat up, leaning against the head board with a hand wrapped around himself. His boxers were now on the floor. Even though this was the last situation that you would like to be in, you couldn’t deny that the sight in front of you made you weak at the knees. Joe’s eyes were drooping from the pleasure he was giving himself. His eyes never left you as he pumped his length at a steady pace.

“Please.” He whimpered.

That was all it took for you slip off your pyjamas and leave them on the floor at the end of the bed. Joe watched you the whole time you were getting undressed, and when you were finally fully naked, he picked up the pace of his hand movements.

“Can you honestly not wait?” You laughed, climbing onto the bed once again.

“I’m so fucking horny.” He groaned, finally moving from his position so that he could lean forward and press his lips against yours.

Lips still attached, Joe flipped you around so now your back was against the mattress and he was hovering over your exposed body.

Your hands went to Joe’s chest, feeling up and down his toned stomach. This was one of your favourite things about Joe – his abs were so defined and you loved it. One of his hands went next to your head to hold himself up, and the other went to the head board of the bed.

You broke the kiss and stared up at Joe with a smirk. He sent you a confused look.

“What?” He asked.

“I just really love you.”

“Well, Y/N, I love you so much more,” He smiled, kissing you again. “But we’ve got to be quiet.”

Without warning, Joe pushed himself into you. You had to hold yourself back from letting out a moan. You were so used to having sex with Joe at home and making as much nose as you wanted, when you had sex somewhere like this you always struggled to keep quiet.

It’s because Joe knew exactly how to make you feel good. Considering you’ve been together for around 2 years now, Joe knew your body. He loved to make you shake so hard when you cum and to scream out his name. Sex with him was always and intense and you loved it.

He rocked in and out of you, each thrust getting harder. The feeling of Joe’s bare skin on your own was such an intimate feeling which is why you were on the pill. It was such a nice feeling to have Joe completely inside you without a condom, it made the pleasure even more enjoyable and it made you feel closer to him.

“Babyyyy…” Joe moaned into your shoulder before nipping at the bare skin.

You took Joe’s hand that was holding onto on the head board and laced your fingers together. He gave your hand a squeezed and let out a gentle moan, trying his hardest not to make too much noise. Joe’s moans were the most angelic thing you’ve ever heard and you would do anything right now to hear his moans and groans echo throughout the room.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, making Joe stop his actions immediately. When the handle went down, he pulled out of you as quickly as he could and pulled the covers over you both, making it look casual. Thankfully, he was quick enough.

“Y/N?” Zoe opened up the door as she rubbed her tired eyes. “I can’t believe I fell asleep on the sofa!”

“I know! I mean… can’t say I was surprised!” You laughed.

You could hear Joe panting next to you, trying to catch his breath. His cheeks were red but Zoe didn’t suspect anything.

“We’ll have to have another girly night again soon, and I promise I won’t fall asleep.”

“Ok,  Zoe, I’ll believe it when I see it.” You laughed.

“I won’t!” She defended.

“Is Alfie still not back?” You asked.

“No, I’m think I’m going to ring him in a minute though. What are they doing? Surely they can’t get much done in the dark.” As Zoe spoke, you felt Joe’s hand trail up your thigh.

You didn’t think anything of it until he kept on getting closer and closer to your centre.

“Yeah, he’ll probably be back soon though.” You said to Zoe.

Joe’s fingers went to your clit, gently rubbing his fingertips against the sensitive area. You sucked in a breath, feeling uncomfortable with the situation but also still very horny.

“How many days has he been doing it for?” Joe piped up. You squeezed the duvet in your hand as Joe slid his middle finger into you.

“This is the third, I think they’re planning on finishing it on Saturday.” Zoe told her brother and he nodded.

“It’s quite cool that they’re doing this though,” He replied, sliding his finger in and out of you as you bit your bottom lip, trying your absolute hardest to refrain from moaning.

“I think it’s amazing! I can’t wait to see what it looks like when they’ve finished it,” Zoe said. “Well, I’m going to bed now so night you two.”

“Night, Zo.” Joe said, using her nickname.

“G-goodnight.” You literally almost face palmed yourself as you stuttered over your words.

“You alright Y/N?” As Zoe asked this, Joe added another finger.

“I’m fine.” You quickly said as Joe finger fucked you.

“Ok,” Zoe sent you an odd look. “Night!”

“I fucking hate you, Sugg.” You said to Joe as soon as Zoe shut the door.

“You hate me?” He repeated. “Looks like you don’t want me to finish you off then.”

Joe’s fingers left you and you whined at the loss of contact.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You groaned.

“Of course, m’lady.” Joe chuckled, hovering over you and finishing you both off.

The Thing About Love

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Characters: Kim Taehyung. ft bestfriend!Jeon Jungkook. 
Type: College AU.
Genre: Fluff and a smidgen of angst.
Word count: 7.1k


The thing about love is that you’ll never know when it’ll hit you right in the face until it does and you’re tumbling into a downward spiral of mishaps –and in the process, embarrass yourself to the point of social disgrace– still, even then you’ll wonder what the fuck just happened?

“Hey, you okay over there?”

The first thing you should have noticed is the person calling for your concern but you’re too busy being in pain from the akin-to bitch slap that landed smack dab on your face and the throbbing of your butt from the fall which also happen to be caused by the bitch slap. You wince at the stinging sensation when your index finger brushes your nose and realize it’s bleeding –most definitely broken too.

“Let me see.” Along with the voice comes a callous hand pulling yours out of your face then god, you don’t think a bitch slap could kill but no other explanation could make sense because you’re looking at an angel –a damn good looking one at that.

His face is shadowed by the halo bathing his beautiful sun kissed skin but from this distance –oh boy, from this distance– you can very well tell what emotion flashes across that attractive face.

“I think your nose is broken, might not wanna touch that.” He grimaces at the damage and swiftly pulls you up to your feet, strong –but not too buff– arm around your waist and your own arm around his broad shoulder.

You think he said something about going to the nurse’s office and some other thing you can’t be bothered to listen to because you’re too busy being in awe of his long lashes, soft, deep brown strands and just the perfect shade of tan.

Then he calls your name –he knows your name.

“Huh? What?” You snap out, blinking, dazed.

“I’m sorry I broke your nose with a football.”

So Kim Taehyung broke your nose with a football, that is what the fuck happened.

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MC does successful suicide prank (Trigger Warning)

Geez, this is dark. You okay, Nonny? Sorry it took so long to do this request. I wasn’t feeling it and I didn’t want to half ass this. It was also very hard to think of this many ways to suicide… prank. So I made some accidental pranks. Maybe I overthought it. Anyways TRIGGA WARNING YALL.

I didn’t do the minor trio cause these were hard. But I did do Vanderwood cause I was able to think of something short and fun.

Yoosung

  • “MC, please, I need to study.”
  • Yoosung had ignored you so much the whole weekend.
  • The ONLY time you two had free time this whole month.
  • But what could you do, he was studying to get his Ph.D.
  • After dealing with this all day, you took some pills to soothe your head.
  • You left the bottle on the coffee table and took a nap on the couch.
  • You woke up to Yoosung shaking you, “MC, please wake up!”
  • You sat up and your gaze met Yoosung’s tears.
  • “I-I’m taking you to the ER, right now.”
  • He pulled you up from the couch.
  • “What? Why?”
  • His eyes darted over to the bottle of pills on the floor.
  • “Oh, I spilled the bottle!”
  • “Wait. You didn’t?”
  • “Didn’t what?”
  • In that moment, Yoosung’s knees buckled and he knelt on the floor.
  • “Yoosung, what’s wrong??”
  • He couldn’t even talk between his hiccups and cries.
  • After putting two and two together, you realized Yoosung thought you had overdosed.
  • “You thought I had…?”
  • You didn’t even need to finish that question cause all he could do was nod and sob.
  • You pulled him in for a kiss and serenaded him with loving words.
  • “I could never. I’m so happy with you. I love you.”
  • Yoosung didn’t leave your side that whole night.
  • He rather spend time with you right now than anything else.

Zen

  • “I’m not so sure, Mr. Director.”
  • “MC, it’s a little white lie! It’ll be the big money shot.”
  • “But isn’t this a bit much?”
  • “Look, it’s been weeks and he’s still having trouble emoting everything we need him too. We’re wasting so much time and resources on this.”
  • “I know, but I don’t want to scare him. We don’t even know how he’s going to react!”
  • Before you could get a response, the director spoke into his walkie talkie, “Zen is here, action.”
  • You looked over to Zen, who spotted you and waved at you.
  • You looked back up to the director who winked at you and said, “Break a leg!” And with that, he pushed you off the scaffolding.
  • “BABE?!”
  • You fell right up until 3 feet above the ground. The only support you had, a rope around your neck.
  • “MC! NO NO NO!”
  • He ran over to you and tried to push you back up. “HELP! SOMEONE, CUT THE WIRE!”
  • Stagehands rushed over and cut the wire around your neck.
  • Zen pulled you towards him and sat you down.
  • “WHAT WAS THAT?!”
  • “Zen,  I-.”
  • “No! Shut up! Do you know what you were trying to do! Do you know just how I would have felt if you succeeded?! A-are you not happy with me? I-I-I… What would I do without you?”
  • Zen collapsed to his knees in front of you. “What would even make you want to do this? Aren’t you happy with me? Did I do something wrong? I love you so much, my whole world almost ended with you.”
  • He reached his hand up to wipe the tears now on your cheek.
  • He pulled you into a hug, and you felt his chest heaving.
  • “CUT!” The director came out of his hiding spot.
  • “What?” Zen pulled back looking at the cameras around him.
  • “We did it! We finally have the shot!”
  • “What???” He turned back to you.
  • You unbuttoned your top to show a harness around your body, which is where the wire was really strung to.
  • “Zen, I- You were- I wasn’t on board with-”
  • “I told MC how you were having trouble portraying the right emotions and I thought it would be nice to do this stunt to help you along.”
  • Zen was angry, upset, crying, scared, but mostly relieved.
  • He took your hand and pulled you into his dressing room ignoring everyone else.
  • You spent the whole time apologizing, and Zen just held you lecturing in your ear and every now and then telling you how much he loved you.

Jaehee

  • You didn’t mean to prank Jaehee, it just came naturally.
  • You were in the tub trying out new bathbombs.
  • This one in particular had a nice red color with a sweet rose smell.
  • As the ball dissolved it left the water a deep red color.
  • “Looks like I am washing off someone’s blood. Kinda like my blood.”
  • As you dozed off, staring at the water you heard Jaehee come in.
  • Now’s good as time as any to play dead, right?
  • Nope.
  • Jaehee knocked on the bathroom door but since you gave no response, she opened it to make sure you were alright.
  • In a matter of seconds she was shaking your shoulders and yelling, “MC? Wake up! Can you hear me? MC!!!”
  • “Oh my god,” She turned around and grabbed her phone
  • But then she turned back to you who was now awake and you smiling.
  • “Gotchu!”
  • Your smile faded as you saw that her face was pale, eyes widened.
  • “Hey, Jaehee, it was a joke.”
  • No response from her.
  • All you feel is guilt now and all you think is, “Wow, dumb joke, me.”
  • “It’s okay, J–”
  • She cut you off and just screams at you, her grip tightening on your arms.
  • “It’s not okay!!! Do you know how scared I was?! Why would you even joke about this?!”
  • “Jaehee, your hands are hurting me.”
  • She realized how much of his composure she lost and let go.
  • “Please, don’t ever joke about this again. Never again.”
  • Tears forming in her eyes.
  • “Never. I promise.”
  • All you could do to reassure her was pull her into a hug.
  • You spent the rest of the night holding her, and telling her how happy you are to be with her.

Jumin

  • You were having a crappy day.
  • The cake topper would be spilling red wine over all over your blouse.
  • You didn’t even have the energy to clean up.
  • So you sat on the couch for a minute before proceeding with your day.
  • Only, you fell asleep.
  • It wasn’t long before you jolt awake from the sound of glass shattering.
  • Your eyes follow the sound to Jumin who was standing by the door.
  • He dropped his bags, but that wasn’t the issue.
  • His eyes were fixed on you, fear instilled in them.
  • “J-jumin?”
  • He finally let his breath go as he stumbled to you.
  • “MC, what would I have done if I had lost you?”
  • “Wh-what?”
  • He pulled you into the tightest hug.
  • “If this is a joke, I don’t understand it.”
  • You rubbed his back, clearly not understanding what he meant.
  • After a moment, he pulled back to ask, “Why are you even wearing that?”
  • You looked down and realized the wine formed what resembled a blood stain on your chest.
  • “Oh, oh!!!  It-I-I’m sorry! I meant to change and fell asleep!”
  • Jumin sighed before he started to unbutton your blouse.
  • “J-jumin?!?”
  • “I’m getting you cleaned up.”
  • You blushed after realized what you thought was wrong.
  • “But of course, that’s after I make you remember how much I would miss you if you did leave one day.”

Saeyoung

  • Saeyoung and you had driven to the top of a mountain.
  • You were both waiting for the sunset.
  • You peered the edge of a cliff to see how steep of a drop it was.
  • Finally you turned to Saeyoung and calmly asked, “Do you still love me?”
  • He looked at you a little confused but answered, “Yes.”
  • “How much?”
  • “Hum… This much!” He held his hands only a foot apart from each other.
  • “ONLY THAT MUCH?!”
  • He laughed right before telling you, “This much more than possible.”
  • Instead of hitting him like you would usually do, you smiled at him and whispered, “I love you too. And I’m so sorry…”
  • “Sorry for what?”
  • “This.” With that, you stepped over the edge.
  • “NO! MC!” He ran over to you faster than he ever moved.
  • He wasn’t even thinking and threw himself off the ledge after you
  • He was shocked that he landed two yards below the ledge… right in front of you
  • “SORRY FOR REVENGE!”
  • You finally got payback for the mean prank he pulled a while back.
  • You stuck out your tongue practically joyed that he believed it.
  • But you felt a drop of water on your face. Rain?
  • No… Saeyoung was crying.
  • You Fucked Up.
  • “W-wait. It was a joke! S-Saeyoung!?”
  • He pulled you into the tightest hug ever.
  • “Saeyoung?”
  • His entire body was trembling against you.
  • Just his silence alone was enough to make you regret everything.
  • “Saeyoung? I’m sorry. I wasn’t.. I didn’t think it through..”
  • “I love you so much so don’t ever take that away. Please, MC. Please…”
  • You hugged him back and only told him, “I’ll never take that from you.”
  • Now you two just had the new issue of getting back on top of the cliff.

Vanderwood

  • Vanderwood walks into the room to find you face down in a pool of blood.
  • “MC, get up. I don’t have time for your jokes. Luciel is already a handful.”
  • He walks away.
  • You sit up.
  • Drat, Maybe next time.
  • “And clean up the mess.”
Little Hands | Ivar Lothbrok

Tagging: @heathen-army

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Words: 2000+

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Rating: Teen 

Warnings: Swearing, childbirth, pregnancy, breastfeeding 

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If Ivar could walk, he would be pacing to wear a hole in the floor; you were sure of it. He sat next to you on your shared bed, one hand on the top of your swollen stomach and the other clasped firmly around your own. You watched the worry etch into his pale features, his fingers grasping yours so tightly they were beginning to go numb. You brought your free hand to his face, gently smoothing the wrinkles that had settled in above his brow with your thumb.

“Ivar, my dear husband, will you please relax?” He scoffed but loosened his death grip on your fingers to allow you some relief. You sighed as he possessively rubbed over your stomach as if trying to calm the small child inside with just his touch. You had been feeling the tightening of your womb for several days but early this morning your waters had broken, throwing Ivar into a fit of worry and anguish.

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BTS: Teasing their girlfriend while she’s on the phone

Warnings: SMUTTY AF

It was requested by an anon :)


Kim Seokjin:

“A-ah,” you pressed your lips together, the small noise surprising your friend on the other line, prompting her to ask if you were okay. 

“M-hm,” you mumbled, teeth biting down on your lips, trying to keep in your sounds as she continued to speak over the phone.

But Jin wasn’t helping, his fingers continuing to trace circles around your clit, rubbing as agonizingly slow as he could, making you squirm in your seat. 

“Don’t let her hear, baby,” he whispered into your free ear, voice deep and raspy and you nodded in response, trembling under his touch. Then all too suddenly he inserted two fingers, causing you to moan and you instantly covered your mouth with your hand, embarrassed, and he chuckled, only moving his fingers faster. 

“My God Y/n,” your friend giggled when she realized what was happening. “Call me when you’re done.”

Min Yoongi:

“Yes boss,” you breathed in reply, hips rocking as Yoongi nibbled at your inner thighs, kissing all too close to your wet core. 

“What’s going on, Y/n?” he asked through the phone. “You sound sick.”

“N-no, I’m fine,” you answered, arching your back when Yoongi’s lips began placing soft kisses over your core, tongue occasionally sticking out to have a taste. 

“If you say so,” your boss replied, and when he hung up, you tossed you phone aside tangling your fingers in Yoongi’s silky hair, raising your hips to feel more pressure, begging him for more.

“Mmm baby,” Yoongi chuckled, “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you want.”

Jung Hoseok:

You tried to bite back your moans as Hoseok’s grip on your hips grew stronger, guiding you over his thigh. 

“Nothing’s wrong,” you replied to the voice on the line, but another moan escaped your mouth when his hands ran up your skirt, grabbing your ass-cheeks and rubbing you harder against him, his lips, sucking at your neck and jawline. “I-I have to go,” you hurriedly ended your call, hanging up before the other party had a chance to respond.

“Couldn’t wait now could we?” Hoseok whispered against your tingling skin, stinging your ass a soft pink with his hand. 

Kim Namjoon:

“Answer it, babygirl,” Namjoon licked his lips as he leaned up from the kiss that was interrupted by your phone call. You knew what he was thinking, and you weren’t on board, at least not fully. “Now, or else you’re not cumming tonight,” he rocked against you, your jeans in the way of fully feeling pleasure, and you did as he ordered. 

“Hello?” you shakily asked, burning bright red when you heard your boss speak through the line. 

“Sorry for calling so suddenly, Y/n, but are you free right now to give insight on a few project ideas with so-and-so? Over the phone is fine.”

Namjoon smirked and mouthed the words you hoped he wouldn’t. 

Do it.

Your cheeks flushed and eyes widened, stuttering a “sure” to your boss, feeling embarrassed, sinful, dirty, yet all the more aroused. 

“Great!” he cheered over the phone. “I’ll put you on speaker,” and you clasped your mouth with your hands as Namjoon thrusts against you once more, trying your best not to make any inappropriate noises as your boyfriend pleased you during the call. 

Park Jimin:

You were talking on the phone, sitting between Jimin’s legs when you felt his hands wander up your shirt. Throwing a glare his way, you continued to talk with your coworker, noticing his growing bulge against you. 

He nipped at your exposed shoulder, fingers grazing up and down your skin, one hand making its way up your body and the other towards your growing heat as you tried to ignore him, not really trying all that hard. 

“I just want to make you feel good…” he whispered, hand slipping under your shorts, fingers grazing over your core. “Pretty please?” he asked, firmly pressing against you as his other hand fondled your breasts.

At this point, your breaths had quickened, teeth sinking into your lips holding back sounds of pleasure. 

“I’m sorry,” you gasped over the phone, skin buzzing with need, body wanting more and more as Jimin continued to tease you. “I’ll call you later.”

Kim Taehyung: 

“What are you doing?” the voice on the other line asked when they heard something inaudible on their side. 

“Nothing!” you replied a little too loudly as Taehyung pushed up your pencil skirt, licking his lips at the sight of you almost undone underneath him. 

“W-wait,” you tried stopping him when he hooked your panties to one side, revealing your wetness, but you friend asked you if everything was alright, causing Taehyung to chuckle.

“Yes, it’s fine, I just…” a loud whimper left your lips as he rubbed his fingers over your sensitive core, making your friend all the more confused at your incoherence. “I have to go.” you abruptly ended the call, unwilling to wait any longer. 

Jeon Jungkook:

“Don’t mind me, baby,” Jungkook whispered into your ear as his hand slid between your legs, pushing your skimpy thong to one side. 

“What was that honey?” Your mom asked over the phone, and you replied with a quick ‘nothing’, biting back a whine as he rubbed his fingers up and down your wetness, lips nibbling at your ear, hard-on pressed against your ass. 

“You’re so wet.” he smirked, inserting a two fingers into your dripping core and you clamped your mouth shut, clenching around him, causing him to curse. 

“Everything okay?” she asked, and you nodded, mumbling a yes in reply. 

“I’m sorry mom,” you managed to breathe, “I need to go. I’ll call you tomorrow.”


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