hey guys! as you know, i held a haline day a couple weeks back and it was a massive success. it was honestly so amazing, i’ve never seen people make such beautiful content and all come together to appreciate this under-appreciated ship, and it’s even now having effects on the content the fandom produce, i’m seeing more haline than ever, and it’s honestly beautiful.
while doing haline day,i was thinking about other woefully underrated characters, and i realised i could probably count the number of aesthetics of diana on two hands, which lead to the idea of Diana Day! she’s a confident, proud trans woc and i’m slightly staggered by the lack of response the fandom had towards her.
anyway, i’ve scheduled diana day to be on the 29th of October, which is next sunday. i’d love it so much if this post could be reblogged by people, so everyone can get involved and share, reblog, or like diana content on that day.
once again, diana day is next sunday, the 29th of October. please tag your creations, whether it be text posts, edits, aesthetics, headcanons, fanfictions, or anything else you can dream up, with #dianaday2017
please share this post around with your followers, mutual, etc, so everyone knows about it! thank you!
this is the first smut I’ve ever written but it’s pretty fuckin good tbh (thanks for leaving me with that @togreblog lol this is also 2k words) parts 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14
She looked up at him, awestruck by his
eyes. She’d only known him two months, maybe three, but she could already tell
this look was special. This wasn’t affection; it was adoration. No one had
ever, ever, adored Nesta.
With this thought, Nesta’s stomach sank.
She knew, with scars like hers, that there couldn’t be secrets between them.
“Come with me,” she said, standing and
taking his hand. She felt underdressed beside him in her jeans, but it was too
late to do anything about it now.
They walked together onto the veranda,
which looked out over the foggy mountains. It reminded her of the first time
they’d spoken — at dawn on the roof of Rhys’s townhouse, her dress and his eyes
shining in the sun.
I'm super curious about your new upcoming story that's been commissioned! Can we ask what it's about? ;)
well first off i’m reaLLY REALLY EXCITED because this thing took me an actual literal 3 years to figure out how to do properly, and it’s FINALLY DONE. currently it’s being edited, and i expect to post on June 29th or 30th.
it’s a 90k AU, hecka explicit. the story centres around Cas, who is a v miserable sex worker, and Dean, an unlucky-in-love cop who pays Cas to make love for a night. for the first 30k they have a Good Time™ and form a Profound Bond™
and then it continues for another 60k and gets fluffier and more domestic as Dean runs into Cas again, and together with Sam they spend some time getting comfortable and helping Cas recover and grow past his trauma. (there’s also a super special character who EVERYONE will love, but i can’t talk it about ‘cause @cassammydean doesn’t know about it and i don’t want to spoil the fic for her~)
the fic is called What We Ache Forand if you’re interested i recommend subscribing on ao3!! so you get an email when i post~ (since i’ll probably post at a weird time, living in new zealand and all)
(OR: This Never Would Have Happened at Dairy Queen)
—So uh, there is historical precedent that says the easiest way to get me to write something for you is to shower me with compliments and then drop a prompt on me while batting your eyelashes, so… this is @queensandkingsofattolia‘s fault (with a bit of @wolf-thecontradictorysentence as well). based on/inspired by this post
I wrote almost 2000 words in a little under 5 hours while working my customer service job, so here, enjoy this customer service AU in which no customers are served.
Irene has been the manager of the McDonald’s on the I-75
exit since she was 17 years old, and if Nahuseresh thinks he’s going to take
over this restaurant like he did the Long John Silver’s across the way, he’s
got another thing coming.
She stares into Kamet’s longsuffering face and says, “Does
he think I like you better or something? I’m still not signing anything for
Kamet doesn’t look like he thinks anyone likes him at all,
much less that they could like him more than his charming, handsome boss. “He
just wanted me to deliver a message,” he says tiredly. Kamet doesn’t get paid
enough for this. Kamet doesn’t get paid enough for the job he was actually
hired to do, which was frying hushpuppies. Playing messenger in Nahuseresh’s
game of fast food corporate intrigue was never in the paperwork.
Tracer *using hands to yell*: DOES ANYONE KNOW THE TIME??
McCree in the distance: IT’S HIGH NOON!!!
Tracer: There he is.
Every dad meme ever, all of them
Some scrub: How do I get play of the game???
Hanzo: I must live with the constant overwhelming guilt knowing that I am my brother’s killer.
Genji: Stop telling everyone I’m dead!
Hanzo: Sometimes I can still hear his voice.
Everyone: Hoe don’t do it…
Torbjorn: Molten cORRREEEE!!!!
Everyone: Oh my god.
Someone: But everyone feels love!!!!
Widowmaker: Okay…. that sounds fake but okay.
She is her own meme
I came out to attack people and I’m honestly having such a good time!
I’m McFreakin losing it!
👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ shit 👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit
right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯
thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ
ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀
👀 👌👌Good shit
Some scrub: Symmetra is an awful hero, her turrets are shit and her portal is always gone when I really need it
Overview: In the middle of her freshman year of high school Riley Matthew’s mother gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to run her firms London Office. Almost three years later the Matthew’s family moves back to New York and Riley comes to realize everything has changed in the time she’s been gone. Everything except her feelings for a certain green-eyed boy. Author’s Notes: Features a time-jump // filler chapter Chapter 13: “Spring Has Sprung.” Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 Word Count: 4,275
Lucas ran through the subway station and straight to the Matthew’s front door once he got off at his stop. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of déjà vu as he rushed his way up the stairs and to their front door. He lost track of how many times he literally ran to Riley Matthews. This time however, felt different. This time felt more urgent than the rest.
When Riley yanked her hand away from him yesterday she dropped a small crumpled up piece of paper. Revealing a note that said to meet him at their spot during lunch. The only problem was, he never wrote her a note. He didn’t even know she was in school that day because she was absent from homeroom.
Had he been the one to write her that letter he absolutely would have shown up. Hell, he would’ve skipped the rest of the day with her if she asked him to. It didn’t take long for him to figure out who was behind it all. The only reason he was talking to Avery in the hallway is because she approached him, babbling about a memory he barely remembered. But once Riley approached them it was clear what had been Avery’s intentions all along.
The look on her face gave it away. She knew Riley didn’t have her phone. She knew Lucas had no idea that she was at school or worse, that she was waiting for him in their special spot. She knew exactly what she was doing when she forged that note and Lucas was furious. To think he ever had feelings for her made him feel sick.
He waited for Riley after school but she was nowhere in sight. He went to her house, knocked and waited for hours but there was no answer. Finally he gave up and went home but this morning when he woke up he was determined. He couldn’t let Riley think he would ever do that to her. He had to let her know that she wasn’t crazy to think they could have something after all this time because that’s exactly what he’s wanted since the beginning.
He wasn’t going to let her go without a fight. He lost her before but there was no way he’d let that happen.
peko fucking challenges ANYONE up to the challenge to do fencing with her. no one dares. she will destroy. hajime being the master bowler, and nagito just happening to beat him out of sheer luck, which hajime then begins to pout and drink orange juice in the corner. chiaki, hiyoko and ibuki do canoeing, and ibuki ENTHUSIASTICALLY keeps pulling away from the goals, hiyoko yells at her, chiaki is just there for the rhythm and keeping things harmonious.
sonia and gundham both fight each other in cycling in an intense 10 minute match. nagito, after coaxing out hajime, DEMANDS. DEMANDS they do swordfighting. hajime gets angry because of the name and he thinks nagito wants to do it only because of the name. nagito denies this, but everyone knows thats the only reason he wants to do it, or else he wouldnt of asked hajime.
souda and fuyuhiko definitely do table tennis. souda thinks its all fun and games, but fuyuhiko is not messing the fuck around.
akane does wakeboarding while stuffing food into her mouth, and teurteru & the imposter both do the air games. imposter wins like fuckin by a wildshot, but teruteru probably wasnt paying attention to the game. mahiru and mikan do frisbee in turns, mahiru because she can take snapshots of in depth targets and mikan because she started crying about how she didnt fit in and mahiru invited her to play. nidai helps form harmony but leaves in like 8 minutes to take a shit and leaves everyone to play.
Slowly going through season 2 again, this time episode 4 caught my attention (that voiceover line in particular). Could it be all the foreshadowing for Angela’s mental state in season 3? How she’s denying everything and accepting only what suits her? In 3x07 promo we can hear her saying: “Told you, everyone’s gonna be okay” (possibly cut between “told you” and the second part) and it seems she’s projecting her belief in either people not dying in the explosions, or a possibility of undoing what’s already been done onto reality. That conversation from 2x11 later goes:
“Yes. Actually, I did believe that. But I’m slowly having to admit that’s just not the real world… Even if I want it to be. -Well, I guess it all depends on what your definition of real is.”
She believed with her mother, later losing that belief to be renewed by Whiterose’s words/actions. In the beginning of 3x06 that scene seems to be what she’s remembering to reinforce her faith in the plan (just as if there was a chance of meeting her mother again).
Danykinkfic is a man, just to clarify. And look, I get your anger but there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop him. He's known for extremely explicit fics featuring sadism, torture, sodomy, mutilation, rape, you name it, his fics have got it. It's not for everyone and that's what the ao3 tags are for. Ao3 isn't going delete his stories or stop him. No one has a gun to your head forcing you to read it. So I suggest you stay in your lane if you're going to take fictional stories seriously.
Eat fucking shit. STAY IN MY LANE?! HE’S WRITING EROTIC RAPE FIC CENTERED AROUND THE HISTORIC TORTURE AND GENOCIDE OF MY PEOPLE, YOU SACK OF SHIT. AND SOMEHOW I’M THE ONE WHO ISN’T STAYING IN HER LANE?! I’M SORRY, IS YOUR FUCKING SHIP A MORE SACRED LANE THAN MY ETHNICITY! I’M NOT READING THEIR FIC. NOT ON AO3, NOT ANYWHERE, THANKS. BUT I HAVE TO STAY IN MY LANE WHILE DANYKINKFIC IS WRITING RAPE PORN ABOUT MY PEOPLE AND THE ACTUAL TORTURE, SEXUAL ASSAULT, AND MASS MURDER THEY WENT THROUGH.
YOU DISGUSTING EXCUSES FOR HUMANITY MARCHED RIGHT INTO MY FUCKING LANE. YOU ARE TELLING A JEW TO STAY IN HER LANE BECAUSE SHE’S COMPLAINING ABOUT A HOLOCAUST FIC.
YOU’RE COMPLICIT IN THIS. YOU ARE PART OF IT. PASSIVELY AND AGGRESSIVELY. AND YOU’RE A COWARD ABOUT IT TOO, ANON.
YOU’RE A TYPICAL ANTI-SEMITE, YOU FOUL PIG. STOP WHINING, JEWS! DON’T SAY A WORD ABOUT THE FUCKING HOLOCAUST! STAY IN YOUR LANE!
YOU KNOW WHO DID HAVE GUNS TO MY PEOPLES’ HEADS, FORCING THEM TO DO THINGS? FUCKING NAZIS.
YOU’RE SCUM. YOU’RE LOWER THAN DIRT. IF WE WERE BORN A FEW DECADES EARLIER, YOU’D PROBABLY BE ESCORTING ME TO A GHETTO AND TELLING ME TO STAY IN MY LANE THERE, TOO. THE FINAL SOLUTION IS NOT FOR EVERYONE.
YOU WOULD. YOU WOULD. THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE. THAT IS WHAT YOU WOULD DO.
IF YOU DON’T LIKE HOLOCAUST PORN, JEWISH PERSON, STAY IN YOUR LANE! YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS COMPLAINING ABOUT THE EROTICIZATION OF THE REAL WORLD TRANSGRESSIONS COMMITTED AGAINST YOUR OWN PEOPLE.
HOW FUCKING DARE YOU? HOW? FUCKING? DARE? YOU?
OH, SURE, I AM INVADING ANOTHER PERSON’S SPACE AND NEED TO STOP COMPLAINING ABOUT HOLOCAUST PORN, BUT THE TITILLATION AT THE EXPENSE OF JEWISH HORROR IS SIMPLY “NOT FOR EVERYONE”! I SHOULD JUST GIVE UP.
GUESS WHAT, SHITHEAD?! I HAVE JUST AS MUCH A RIGHT TO CALL YOU WHAT YOU ARE AS DANYKINKFIC HAS TO WRITE THEIR HOLOCAUST FETISH!
AND I WILL. I DON’T GIVE A FLYING FUCK WHAT AO3 DOES. I WILL MAKE EVERY EFFORT TO HUMILIATE AND SHAME THIS PERSON FOR THIS. I DON’T CARE IF I SUCCEED IN GETTING HIM KICKED OFF ANYTHING. I WILL NOT BE QUIET ABOUT THIS AND HOW FUCKING DARE YOU SUGGEST I SHOULD. THAT DOING OTHERWISE ISN’T “STAYING IN MY LANE”.
PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE WHY THERE ARE NAZIS IN THE STREET TODAY. WHY EVERY TIME I GO TO TEMPLE, I’M AFRAID THAT IT WILL BE BOMBED. BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU, NORMALIZING AND ENABLING THESE PEOPLE AND THEIR FICTION. YOU DO THIS.
THAT IS WHO YOU ARE, ANON. YOU ARE THE ENABLER. YOU ARE THE FINAL SOLUTION.
YOU CAME INTO OUR LANE, YOU SACK GANGRENOUS COCK.
HERE IS WHAT HAPPENS TO JEWS WHEN THEY STAY IN THE “LANES” YOU DESIGNATE FOR US:
Can you stop tagging Katie Fatass in the Supergirl tag? It's annoying and she is not even gay. What is it with you thirsty lesbian trying to get everyone to be gay? She can't act, that's why she comes off as flirty, she can't act.
da fuck? helloooo there burntsugar shipper! my blog, my tags, i do whatever the fuck i want. why you fatshaming her? shes not even fat… thirsty? nobody here forcing sexuality on anyone, except maybe the show that has you so pressed. listen nonie it aint ma fault fuckboi cancelled and its not katie’s fault he has 0 chemistry with his very HETEROSEXUAL co star. you hets get all roudy and offensive.
In-game she handed him over to Dagna for research purposes. Dagna calls him a sourpuss and that is just the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard anyone say about Samson. 10 outta 10 would hand everyone over to Dagna.
But I call this “Morowa’s Revenge.” Bree wants to preach redemption? Fine! Then let her practise what she preaches on Corypheus’ favourite general.
people joke about how miranda ~doesn’t handle rejection well~ if you break up with her in me3, BUT I REMEMBER a time when the majority of people shit all over her romance for being just about sex and not serious and how she doesn’t ‘really’ care about you. i think if i went to the bsn circa 2011 and said that miranda is the only LI to cry if you break up with them i would have been laughed into another universe
oceans - coasts; northern wind - city and colour; let me in - gabrielle aplin; boats and birds - gregory and the hawk; gravity - sara bareilles; arms - christina perri; clarity (acoustic) - zedd; don’t let me go - harry styles; mine - taylor swift; i wouldn’t mind - he is we; a thousand miles - boyce avenue; kiss you inside out - justin breit; all of the stars - ed sheeran; circles - passenger