do you think they will accept my correction

Seventeen Based Off YikYak Posts
  • S.Coups: I walk around like everything is fine, but deep down, inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off.
  • Jeonghan: Sometimes I think I should get into art, but then I realize that I am art and someone needs to get into me.
  • Joshua: Chem final got me like NaBrO.
  • Jun: Haven't lost my virginity because I never lose.
  • Hoshi: I want to open a coffee shop, but I'm really bad at writing with chalk.
  • Wonwoo: I just looked at my bank account and figured out I can live comfortably for the rest of my life as long as I die Saturday.
  • Woozi: Tried to type "What a time to be alive", but iPhone corrected "alive" to "alone." I can't decide which one is more accurate.
  • DK: Three exams next week and I'm doing a Buzzfeed quiz to see what type of coffee I am.
  • Mingyu: How do people forget to eat? Like, I'm counting down the minutes until it's socially acceptable to have another meal.
  • The8: Your dick was in my mouth last night, the least you could do is wave back.
  • Seungkwan: Why do you think it's okay to take my seat this far into the semester. Dishonor on you. Dishonor on your cow.
  • Vernon: Got her number in Chem class, call that significant digits.
  • Dino: After much research, experimentation, and consideration, I have decided that adulthood is not for me. Thank you for your time.
SNK Character Song Series 06: Levi (Image song & monologue translations)

Heeeyyy, Tumblr! Long time, no see :’) Did y'all enjoy SNK Season 2?

Levi and Erwin’s image song CDs were just released and I enjoyed listening to them a lot! ♡ So, I decided to pop back in for a bit and take on a new translation endeavor, something I haven’t really done in a while.

First up, this post is Levi’s image song and monologue! For the song, I included the original Japanese as well as romaji for karaoke purposes, if you’re so inclined ;) I also made a transcript of the monologue in the original Japanese, which you can read here (feel free to use it to translate into other languages.)

This should be obvious but keep in mind these are spoilers for the song & monologue, in case you wanted to experience them for yourself first. I definitely encourage supporting the official release & ordering the CDs if you haven’t already ♡

I’m also nearly finished with my translation of Erwin’s song and monologue as well, I’ll update this post with a link once it’s done ♡ ETA: Here is the translation of Erwin’s song and monologue!


“Dark Side Of The Moon” (Vocals by Hiroshi Kamiya)

Side note: the melody for Levi’s song is based on the previously released SNK single, Reluctant Heroes.

Japanese Version









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Romaji Version

Konna sekai wo ima
Sakasa ni shite futte mitemo
Tashika na koto hitotsu
Detekiyashinē¹ darō?

Kabe no soto wa jigoku
Naka wa giman afureteru
Sore mo awase nonde
Ninmu wo hatasu dake

Kanjō nagasare shinigami kuwareru ka
Tarinai atama wo mawashite miru ka

※Hikari ataranu tsuki no ura
Tsukisusumu tame ni wa
Motto hayaku toki ni wa
Chūcho naki hijōsa wo
Machigai ja nai yaritakya yare
Koko ni kotae nante nai
Tada kōkai nokosanu
Mizukara no ketsudan wo

Koko de ikinuku nara
Kotoba de suru kyōiku yori
Itami no kioku toku
Kyōkun ga hitsuyō darō?

Gisei mo kiken mo sakete wa
Seika nado
Erarenu mono da to
Hara wo kukure yo

Kakusarete iru tsuki no ura
Itsuka abaku tame ni
Midasareru na wameku na
Jōkyō wo mikiwamero
Kekka ga nakya seikai mo nai
Dakara saigo dake wa
Tada kōkai nokosanu
Mizukara no ikikata wo

Haigo de chitta yūkan na heishi tachi ga
Nokoshita omoi chikara wo ataeru
Kanarazu itsu no hi ni ka mezawari na
Kabe mo kowashi
Jiyū ni naru tame kono inochi sasagu

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English Translation

This kind of world now
Even if we try shaking it upside down
There isn’t one thing that comes out
Which is certain, is there?

Outside the walls, it is hell
Inside, it is brimming with deceit
What’s more, we have to swallow it down
We can only fulfill our duty

Will we lose control of emotion and be consumed by a god of death?
Or will we try to use our dim-witted heads?

The dark side of the moon, untouched by light
For the sake of pushing forward
We have to be faster and at times
Be heartless without hesitation
It’s not a mistake if it’s what you want to do, so do it
There are no right answers here
Just being without regrets
Is my own decision

If were to I survive here
Rather than education with words
Isn’t persuasion by memories of pain
An essential lesson?

To avert sacrifice as well as danger
Things like results
Cannot be obtained
Steel yourself for it

The dark side of the moon is concealed
For the sake of someday being revealed
Do not get agitated, do not scream
Be certain of the circumstances
Without results, there are no right answers
Therefore only in the end
Just being without regrets
Is my way of living

Brave soldiers who died noble deaths² before us
The hopes they left behind give us power
Without fail, one of these days
We will demolish the obstructive walls as well
For the sake of freedom, we devote this life

Translation notes:

¹ It appears that Levi’s gruff style of speaking is present even in the lyrics of his song. The standard form of the verb here would be detekiyashinai (出てきやしない).
² The verb in the original Japanese, chiru/散る (or in this case, the past tense form chitta/散った) in the literal sense means “to fall” (in the context of leaves or blossoms from a tree). However, it also has the figurative meaning of “to die a noble death”. Even though we also say “fallen soldiers” in English, I worried that translating the lyric as, “fallen before us” or “fallen behind us” could both be misinterpreted, I decided to go with the more figurative meaning;;


Levi Monologue English Translation

Seriously now, I’ve had enough of this. This world is perpetual shit, and humanity is still toothless prey.

Those ugly titans are always going to take a bite out of us, and so we die a meaningless death.

Humanity is powerless.

When we won against the titans for the first time, the time when we sealed the wall in Trost district with a boulder, we could do it because of Eren’s power– a titan’s power.

The weak ones die quickly. How much power they use up doesn’t matter.

Eventually all of humanity, every single person will end up in the stinking maw of a titan, and while we experience the worst feeling there is, perhaps our miserable lives will end.

I realized it a few years ago. The stench of the gutters fills the inside of these walls. It’s been like this for over 100 years. It’s the way things are now.

Because I’ve had to breathe in this foul air ever since I was born, because I had no choice but to live crawling around in piles of trash, I thought that it was normal.

But when I went outside the walls for the first time, I realized how much I didn’t know about anything. It hit home for me, how much I had hated it.

The world outside the walls was like hell with titans wandering around, but the air I breathed there was completely different from the one inside the walls.

I realized, out there is what freedom is.

Freedom is something that absolutely cannot be obtained within the walls.

So I made a choice. I will continue to kill all of the titans.

If you want to confront the titans, information is never enough. So in order to survive, I learned how to live.

Quick action and callous decisions by assuming the worst is a necessary endeavor.

A moment’s hesitation, surrendering yourself to emotions, and you will be nothing but Titan bait.

If you don’t want to die, you have to always continue to keep this in mind.

And small choices will accumulate.

That is the way of living I have learned.

Risking no danger, making no sacrifices– there is no such easy discussion.

Even if there was, it’s all make-believe.

So far, I have lost numerous subordinates.

Whether my choice was correct at those times, I do not know. It’s always been like that.

Even if I believe in my own power, even if I believe in my comrades whom I fully trust, none of us will know the outcome.

Afterward, all that’s left is reality.

In that case, What can I do except make a desperate effort?

What can I do except doggedly press on?

If I have time to think about the bygone past, like if I were to have made a different choice back then, I will kill as many titans as possible within my power.

In that time, in that moment, a sudden, ridiculously strong power boils up from inside my body, and then I know what to do.

When that moment comes, I can no longer go back to my old self.

With these blood-stained hands, I accept my new self, I steel myself, and I only do what I must.

Was I correct? Or did I make a mistake? That’s the sort of thing no one knows, so it’s not worth worrying about.

All you can do is keep your mouth shut and make a choice without regrets.

Not understanding things about this world is true for everyone.

So I choose the guy whom I want to put my faith in.

Erwin is like that, too. No one knows what he is really thinking deep down.

But I trust his judgement.

He may be inviting the worst outcome, but he’s not afraid of that, he is able to choose something. That’s the kind of guy he is.

That’s why I chose to follow him. And I chose to fight.

In order to fight against this shit world, with this hand I’ll grab hold of the freedom of going beyond the walls for the first time.

I have chosen for myself.

Even if I am led into hell, I have no regrets.

Not one bit.

extraordinarily0extraordinary  asked:

I just recently started coming out to close family/friends as non binary and only one of them have been... ok with it. How do you deal with people who don't think it's real and/or don't care? Especially family members that you live with?

I don’t come out to everyone… which isn’t the ideal response from me, I’m sure, but I struggle with that issue a lot actually. When people call me “he” the word screams at me. Whenever I talk to my mom about my date mate I always struggle because I want to use their correct pronouns, but my mom doesn’t understand nonbinaries in a way that almost feels agressive. I’m getting anxious as I type these words, because just thinking about all of this it’s stressful. That’s why this blog is so necessary for me. People aren’t always going to accept us because not everybody in our culture is ready to accept people that identify the way that we do, but people like you reaching out to me makes me feel better about myself. You, and other people like you help me. I’m sorry that our families and the people that we considered friends don’t always accept us, but we’re not alone, and sometimes that’s enough for me.

I just do my best to live with the fact that people will disagree with my identity (even my family), because I understand that eventually I’ll have the means to put myself in a more open environment, and I’ll have the freedom to surround myself with people that except me exactly as I am.

i fucking hate the queer community. people are identifying as gay. without. being. gay. what the fuck. i fucking hate this





anonymous asked:

do you think benjen knew the truth about jon? or at least suspected it?

I like to think he suspected it, possibly even knew with certainty without Ned telling him. There’s a theory floating around that Benjen joined the Night’s Watch out of guilt because he knew of Lyanna’s plans to run away, so maybe when he saw Jon he just *knew*.

Benjen is particularly warm toward Jon, even joining him at the low table during the King’s feast in Winterfell to talk to him and tease him. That particular interaction doesn’t end well because Jon’s drunk and angry, but Benjen does say this:

“You might, if you knew what it meant,” Benjen said. “If you knew what the oath would cost you, you might be less eager to pay the price, son.”

Jon felt anger rise inside him. “I’m not your son!”

Benjen Stark stood up. “More’s the pity.” He put a hand on Jon’s shoulder. “Come back to me after you’ve fathered a few bastards of your own, and we’ll see how you feel.”

Jon even becomes sullen that Benjen stopped being as friendly with him when they went to the Wall, because Benjen is trying to make a point that he’s just another brother at the Wall and would not get special treatment from him:

Even his uncle had abandoned him in this cold place at the end of the world. Up here, the genial Benjen Stark he had known became a different person. He was First Ranger, and he spent his days and nights with Lord Commander Mormont and Maester Aemon and the other high officers, while Jon was given over to the less than tender charge of Ser Alliser Thorne.

Three days after their arrival, Jon had heard that Benjen Stark was to lead a half-dozen men on a ranging into the haunted forest. That night he sought out his uncle in the great timbered common hall and pleaded to go with him. Benjen refused him curtly. “This is not Winterfell,” he told him as he cut his meat with fork and dagger. “On the Wall, a man gets only what he earns. You’re no ranger, Jon, only a green boy with the smell of summer still on you.”

Stupidly, Jon argued. “I’ll be fifteen on my name day,” he said. “Almost a man grown.”

Benjen Stark frowned. “A boy you are, and a boy you’ll remain until Ser Alliser says you are fit to be a man of the Night’s Watch. If you thought your Stark blood would win you easy favors, you were wrong. We put aside our old families when we swear our vows. Your father will always have a place in my heart, but these are my brothers now.” He gestured with his dagger at the men around them, all the hard cold men in black.

Jon rose at dawn the next day to watch his uncle leave. One of his rangers, a big ugly man, sang a bawdy song as he saddled his garron, his breath steaming in the cold morning air. Ben Stark smiled at that, but he had no smile for his nephew. “How often must I tell you no, Jon? We’ll speak when I return.”

Jon expresses a great amount of anger over his uncle’s treatment of him, which seems to indicate that Jon is very much unused to Benjen refusing him or being anything less than warm toward him. His anger reaches a boiling point pretty quickly too:

“I don’t care,” Jon said. “I don’t care about them and I don’t care about you or Thorne or Benjen Stark or any of it. I hate it here. It’s too … it’s cold.”

When Benjen goes missing, it affects Jon rather greatly throughout AGoT:

Jon remembered the wish he’d wished in his anger, the vision of Benjen Stark dead in the snow, and he looked away quickly. The dwarf had a way of sensing things, and Jon did not want him to see the guilt in his eyes. “He said he’d be back by my name day,” he admitted. His name day had come and gone, unremarked, a fortnight past.

For a moment Jon was too frightened to move. Why would the Lord Commander want to see him? They had heard something about Benjen, he thought wildly, he was dead, the vision had come true. “Is it my uncle?” he blurted. “Is he returned safe?”

The grey walls of Winterfell might still haunt his dreams, but Castle Black was his life now, and his brothers were Sam and Grenn and Halder and Pyp and the other cast-outs who wore the black of the Night’s Watch.

“My uncle spoke truly,” he whispered to Ghost. He wondered if he would ever see Benjen Stark again, to tell him.

“Very well, truly,” the fat boy lied. “I am so happy for you all.” His round face quivered as he forced a smile. “You will be First Ranger someday, just as your uncle was.”

“Is,” Jon corrected. He would not accept that Benjen Stark was dead. 

“Benjen Stark is still First Ranger,” Jon Snow told him, toying with his bowl of blueberries. The rest might have given up all hope of his uncle’s safe return, but not him.

In ACoK Jon still thinks of his uncle, and even mentions him to Ygritte:

“Do you know anything of my uncle, Benjen Stark?”

Ygritte ignored him. Stonesnake laughed. “If she spits out her tongue, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

In Jon’s crypt dream in ASoS, he calls to his uncle for help:

He dreamt he was back in Winterfell, limping past the stone kings on their thrones. Their grey granite eyes turned to follow him as he passed, and their grey granite fingers tightened on the hilts of the rusted swords upon their laps. You are no Stark, he could hear them mutter, in heavy granite voices. There is no place for you here. Go away. He walked deeper into the darkness. “Father?” he called. “Bran? Rickon?” No one answered. A chill wind was blowing on his neck. “Uncle?” he called. “Uncle Benjen? Father? Please, Father, help me.” Up above he heard drums. They are feasting in the Great Hall, but I am not welcome there. I am no Stark, and this is not my place. His crutch slipped and he fell to his knees. The crypts were growing darker. A light has gone out somewhere. “Ygritte?” he whispered. “Forgive me. Please.” But it was only a direwolf, grey and ghastly, spotted with blood, his golden eyes shining sadly through the dark …

All of this to establish that a relationship did exist between Jon and Benjen, and overall it seemed a rather warm one. It’s just as well that Benjen would behave warmly toward any Stark bastard, but seeing as Benjen and Lyanna had been close in age, that they likely spent more time together than Benjen would have with his other siblings, and that they were partners in crime at Harrenhal may indicate that he feels close to Jon because of Lyanna.

Ki-bo’s #1 FTE (Kaede)


Ki-bo: Everyone has too much prejudice against me!

Ki-bo: Indeed, I am a robot, but I’m a high school student the same as you, correct!?

Kaede Akamatsu: (What should I do? Should I invite Ki-bo-kun to hang out?)



Ki-bo: I didn’t think that robot discrimination in the world was that serious…

Kaede Akamatsu: (I spent my time encouraging Ki-bo-kun, who was depressed…)

Kaede Akamatsu: (I think Ki-bo-kun and I grew a little closer…)

Would you like to give Ki-bo a present?

Give him a present

Don’t give him a present

Ki-bo: Akamatsu-san… Thank you very much. I will gratefully accept your kindness.

Ki-bo: But if you think that you should give me something like this because I’m a robot, I will appeal to the right place.

Keep reading


Sherlock: Your romantic inclinations are not a flaw to be corrected, they’re a trait to be accepted. I know you, Watson. I know you’ll never be happy within the confines of a quote-unquote “traditional relationship.”  And I said what I said because it pains me to see you try to fit into one simply because it is the default mode of polite society.

Joan: Well, there’s no reason to feel pain, because I’m happy with Andrew.

Sherlock: But would you be happier without him? Alternatively, with him as an occasional sex partner and confidante. Or, with him when he’s in the States, and free to pursue other interests when he’s not. There are any number of possible arrangements. All you need to do is find one which is true to your nature.

- Elementary, 3x7

This scene is so wonderful.

First of all, we have Sherlock endorsing open relationships and potentially polyamory. And please note the use of the word “arrangement” - he is not suggesting Joan should cheat on Andrew. He’s talking about disregarding convention and tradition to find the ideal approach, not just for Joan but for all parties involved. And he’s not saying any particular way is the right one, he is offering up suggestions and encouraging experimentation to find what works best for them.

And this could be applied to any kind of relationship, regardless of sexuality or romantic orientation. Speaking as an aromantic asexual who’d still like to have a significant other in some form, I know how difficult it can be to have a relationship if you are not, as Sherlock says, true to your nature, or if you’re worrying too much about conforming to the rules of a traditional relationship.

When Sherlock says “romantic inclinations”, it could mean just about anything. And as long as the people involved are informed and consenting, you should feel free to do whatever makes you and your loved ones happy, regardless of what society thinks of it - including not being in a relationship at all. Because how you feel is not a problem, it is a part of what makes you who you are.

Your romantic inclinations are not a flaw to be corrected, they’re a trait to be accepted.

on bisexuality

hi hello may I please have ur attention

I’d just like to say a really big FUCK YOU to everyone who thinks bisexuality is gross, or selfish, or invalid, or anything other than beautiful.

I think what really gets me is the people in the LGBTQ+ community who reject bisexuals. First of all, we are the B hi hello pls love us we just want to be accepted, just like you. We want to be seen as valid, just like you. We want rights and justice and kindness, just like you.
But acronyms aside, don’t we advocate for acceptance? Isn’t that what we’re all about? We’re a group of people with similar/common ground who banded together for support, for love. We seek kindness in each other because we can’t find it anywhere else. This community is not supposed to be oppressive. It is not supposed to be tyrannical or exclusive or mean. If you identify anywhere in the LGBTQ+ spectrum, you belong here, and you can find love here. Isn’t that what this is all about?

So why are some people being little fucking bitches and treating bisexuals like they’re inferior?

We are not selfish. We are not unkind or grotesque.

We are valid, and we deserve love. We deserve to love and to be loved. All of us are in this community because we’re different; that’s why we’ve banded together. And I’ll be goddamned if that isn’t what makes us great - what makes us special and so so precious.

I can deal with people outside of the LGBTQ+ community bashing us. It fucking sucks, but I’ve been dealing with it, and I can continue to do so. There will be a day when cis and het folk all accept us, and I know that today is not that day. I can wait for it.

But when people in my own community think it’s okay to bash me for who I am, I have to draw the line. I won’t stand for that, and no one else should have to either. And by no one else, I mean no one else. Bisexuals are not the only ones getting heat. Asexuals get bashed by people in the community all the time, I’ve seen it with pansexuals, and I’m sure there’s more. But I digress.

If we aren’t holding each other up, we are dragging each other down. That’s not what we’re about.

Essentially, I’m trying to convey a message to all LGBTQ+ folk who invalidate and alienate bisexuals: I accept you and I think you are valid, but I do not love you. I cannot love you. Not in the way I love everyone else in this community. Not in the way I love supporters. You don’t deserve that. LGBTQ+ people can be scumbags too. Don’t forget that.

One last time, F U C K  Y O U

(feel free to add anything you think I might have missed, or just share your opinion. I wrote this while my mind was shrouded by a fiery rage, so feel free to correct/add anything. please please reblog to spread awareness.)

anonymous asked:

If it's not too personal, how accepting are others of your gender? Do people mind you wearing male clothes? Using the boys' bathroom? Do people usually call you by the correct name and pronouns IRL?

ehh I’m not rlly out yet IRL
I dont think I can come out yet too cause parents are transphobic, especially my dad and they always want me to be feminine fnfbcb

[Mark] My pet (Chaper 1)

Now, before y'all get excited: NO. I’m not doing the whole story Mark’s POV. Just a little something I thought you might like :)

Enjoy :3

Ten laps around the park, two miles back home, then two hundred push-ups, three hundred abs a hundred squats, stretching and shower. And it’s not even 6 yet. I’m usually a light sleeper, but back to school days are the worst for me. As a student or a teacher, I never managed to sleep before going back to school.

New year, new school, old me.

“I think you’re early, young man.” A man in an oversized suit tells me as I make my way inside the meeting room. I already know what he’s going to tell me.

“The students are supposed to come at ten. This is the teachers’ back to school.” He explains, but really I don’t listen. I’m distracted by his hand on my shoulder. It makes me uncomfortable to an exponential level. A full circle equals two radiant pi’s, equals 360°. I look up at his eyes and stretch my hand out to make him let go.

“And you are?” I enquire, even though I have my own idea. The man shakes my hand.

“Mr. Brown. School principle.” He says. Right.

“Mark Tuan, math teacher.” I reply with a smile.

“Oh.” He said, his eyebrows meeting his hairline. Yeah, shut up.


Ten laps around the park, two miles back home, two hundred push-ups, here hundred abs, a hundred squats, stretching and shower. It’s six.

“Mr., Tuan.”

I turn to find Mr. brown, briefcase and same oversized suit, sweating. I lock my car and swing my bag over my shoulder.

“Mr. Brown, good morning.” I mutter, almost running off towards the entrance. Please, don’t follow me. Please, don’t follow me. Please, don’t follow me.

“Are you nervous about that first day?” He asks from behind me. I almost jump, quicken my pace to keep a good two feet between us.

“It’s not my first day.” I remind him.

“Oh yes, well. You’re young, and- “

“And I don’t want to be late.” I finish before he can finish his remark about my young age. It4s funny. In school, everyone reminds me I was younger than everyone, student or teacher? I really feel like I’m not growing up.


“Alright, guys.” I prompt over the loud blabber in the classroom. It stops in a blink of an eye. And I know it’s mostly because of the girls who stop talking as soon as I open my mouth. I’m well aware of the effect I have on high school girls. I’m older than them but still young, and I don’t look like any of their teachers. They’re fun to play with.

I plan them because I feel like this is what all young teacher’s do. I feel like Mrs. Cooper must have done this before.

“My name is Mr. Tuan; I will be your math teacher throughout your last year of high school.” I declare while they listen as if I was a prophet. “I expect attention, attendance, silence and concentration from you, as you should expect from me. Well, not the silence part.”

I point towards my e-mail address, written on the white board.

“If any of you has questions, difficulties with a lesson or homework, send me an e-mail. If I don’t reply, then you’re excused if you don’t have your complete homework.” I explain. I see all the girls write it down, but only a few boys. The others just make fun of the overly attentive girls.

“Sorry we’re late!”

The door slides open on two young girls out of breath. They have skateboards in their hands. One has a curly main in a ponytail, the other has her auburn hair down. I frown at them, and meet the shortest one’s eyes. They’re blue. So fucking blue, I don’t think that shade of blue exists anywhere else but in her eyes. They are wide and they look at me, terrified. She looks terrified.

I blink a few times, my mind stopping and my eyes undressing her. I imagine her naked, without her uniform reminding me she’s an adolescent and that I shouldn’t be getting hard like that. She would look so sweet. She looks like she smells good.

She’s beautiful. Fuck. Oh, fuck she’s gorgeous.

“Please, take a seat.” I say calmly, because I’m good at hiding my emotions. She’s perfect. I wish I never met her. She slightly jumps at the sound of y voice. She’s scared of me. She should be. Her and her friend take quick step towards the closest free twin desk in the back of the room. I close my eyes for a second. What the fuck is happening?

I don’t know where I was anymore.

I slap myself inwardly. I got this.

“Let me start over, my name is Mr. Tuan, and here is my e-mail address.” I point behind me and grab the sheet of paper with their names. I need to know her name. I think I could guess it. “I’m going to start by calling the roll.”

I read the names out loud, not bothering to look up until I see a name that would perfectly suit this creature.


I say her name in my head and look at her. She’s chatting with her friends at the front.

Abigail. Goddammit.

“Abigailia Kraige.” I call while looking at her. I can’t help it. I want her to notice me. She looks so fucking delicious. She had a very fair skin and she’s blushing. I really, really want to taste her skin.

“It’s Abigail.” She corrects me. Her voice is so soft. I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. Get a grip of yourself, Mark. Nothing is ever going to happen with her.

“Abigail.” I mumble, feigning correcting the mistake with my pen.

“Can I call you Abby?”

My voice rings in my head and I really want to kick myself for saying that. The other students seem as shocked as her. Her gaze turns from innocent to impassive, her face hardening until her plump lips form a grim line. She’s even prettier when she’s angry. Why is she angry?

“No, you can’t.” She snaps. She shut me down without any hesitation. I thought she might be like her classmates and say yes to whatever I’d say, but she didn’t hesitate a second to humiliate me.

A full circle equals two radiant pi’s, equals 360°.

A full circle equals two radiant pi’s, equals 360°.


“Okay.” I say and move on. I’m never talking to her again. I need to find an easier target. Someone I can actually play.

Annabelle has the most eloquent eyes of all the females here. She’s twisting her hair between her fingers. She’s giving me fuck me eyes, and I can see her eyes traveling up and down my body.

“Can I call you Anna?” I ask her with a smile. It’s also a way for me to make Abigail think I’m not interested.

“Of course.” She gushes, and undone the top button of her blouse with one hand. She is ridiculous. Abigail is whispering to her curly-haired friend. She isn’t that loud but it’s the only thing I can hear.

“Abigail, Beatrice, something interesting to say?” I ask them. The look up at me like meerkats. Abigail’s face is red.

“No, sir.” They say in union. Mmmmh… that’s right.

“I would appreciate that you keep quiet during my class.” I say kindly.

“Yes, sir.”



“Mr. Tuan?” The hair on the back of my neck rises when I hear her voice. I look up from my backpack to find her taking slow and cautious step towards my desk, stopping at the edge. I realize this is the closest I’ve been to her. I should probably stay like that. I shall always have a desk between her and I.

“Abigail.” I sigh and keep packing up, needing to keep myself busy so I won’t go crazy like I did earlier. I sound annoyed, and I am, because I didn’t sign up for this shit. Honestly, all I want is a roof over my head, I don’t need to rut over a teenager like I am doing.

“I’m sorry if I sounded impolite when I talked to you earlier, it wasn’t my attention.” She says quietly, and I can see her index tracing shapes over the wood of my desk. She has dark red nail polish. She has really pretty hands. I realize I’m alone with her in the classroom. Desk or not, I feel the urge to go and lock the door.

I wonder how she’d react if I bent her over my desk and had my way with her. I have no idea. Is she attracted too? I look up at her sweet face.

“If you think I started being tough with you because of that, you’re wrong. You’re chatting during my class, I correct you, that’s it.” I say coolly, blatantly lying to myself. She just stares at me with her big, deep pools of blue, not knowing what to say.

“But I accept your apology.” I add and she blinks seven times.

“Okay. See you tomorrow then.” She replies and turns to leave. I don’t want her to forget me.

“Goodbye, Abby.” I say. If that’s what makes her react then I’ll keep doing it; It’ll be our thing.

“Wait, it didn’t mean that-”

“I know.” I cut her off without looking at her, but I feel her eyes on me for a long moment. At the second she moves to face me again, her friend chimes in.

“Abigail, come on.” She presses from the doorway. I shoot her a look, but she’s not looking at me. Thank you, Beatrice.


I slam the door of my car closed and sigh deeply, throwing my head back and sagging in my seat. It must just be my libido that makes me drool over her like that. All I need is a good fuck. Any girl will. It’s been long since I’ve had sex. Any girl will do.

It must be that. I’m so horny that I happen to want the first pretty thing I see.

Fuck, but if there was a way I could get this Abigail bent over my fucking desk.

“God, the things I’d do to her.” I moan, raw and salacious images flashing in front of my closed eyes. And I’m getting hard again, just thinking of her in her uniform, her panties to her ankle, bent over my desk with her leg spread for me. I can almost feel the hotness and the moisture around my cock.

I really need to do something about this.

Instinctively, I reach down and palm the bulge in my pants.

There’s a knock on my window. I jump and look up, panicked.

“Mr. Brown!”

The principle motions me to slide my window down? I sigh, but do it anyway. He leans against my car, bending to get his head inside.

“How was that first day?” He asks casually. I fight the yearning desire I have to roll my eyes at him.

“Good.” I mutter, starting the engine.

“Good?” He repeats, pleased.

“Yes. Goodbye Mr. Brown.” I reply, driving off without a warning. At the first red light, I grab my phone and text the guys in our group chat.

Guys, we’re going out tonight. Really need to fuck.

anonymous asked:

In your reply to someone else's ask you said that J cheating with a woman doesn't make any sense. I think it makes a lot of sense if it's S's sister (either real or imagined). J's subconscious probably recognizes a lot of S's mannerisms in her & she comes as close to actually being S as J can allow himself, without having to admit he's attracted to a man: She comes without a penis, which is the only way J will allow himself to desire S. Internalized homophobia played tricks on me like that too.

(referencing this post)

Hmm. You may be correct, Nonny. John is a bit repressed in his sexuality, possibly is closeted and trying to accept that part of himself.

I concede that your read of John’s character in T6T / TLD is a valid one as well. Although I DO believe that there is very little that is true about both episodes, and I like to think that John was having an emotional affair with Sherlock, LOL. I know that’s probably not the truth, but I can have headcanons.

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Yoongi Wolf!AU for @kpopkryptoniteimagines (this honestly took way too long lmao)

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Your footsteps were heavy as you stomped away from your agitated wolfboy with your groceries. It was the first time the boys could leave the territory this year since winter was over, and he seemed a little to eager to start a fight.

“You know he was getting too close to you,” Yoongi grumbled as he caught up to you easily.

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Inspired by the designs of consulting-cannibal and ravennowithtea, here’s my fic including Trueform!Cas. 

Imagine a combo of these, since I love them both so much:

“What the hell?”

Dean sat up with a frown. The last thing he remembered was hunting a truth-sorceress who saw into everyone’s “heart of hearts” (whatever that meant), but now?

Now he found himself in a vast expanse of white. There was no ceiling, and no walls. The whiteness stretched up from the vague idea of a floor beneath him, and remained unbroken until….     

Dean squinted. Something stood out against the bright background, but it blended so well it was hard to tell. It looked like it was draped in white fabric, which was why he could barely make it out. 

Whatever it was, though, it was huge. Like, the size of a building.

Dean gulped. 

Was he in Heaven? That was a place usually described like a bright, white room, right? 

But no, he’d been to Heaven and it wasn’t like this at all.  

So where was he? An alternate dimension? A dream? Limbo?

A groan resonated through the air, and the hairs on Dean’s arms stood up. His eyes trained on the thing in the distance, which had begun to stir.

Dean tensed and felt himself for weapons. He still wore his clothes from earlier, but everything was gone - even the knife he kept in his boot. 

The thing finally shifted to reveal four sets of enormous black wings that reared up into the air. The creature rose, its wings furled behind it, and with the black backdrop, Dean could see it much more clearly.

It was…breathtaking. Still the size of a building, but now vertical; it appeared to have been reclined on its side, before. Dean was right about the fabric, for it wore long, white robes that obscured its feet and figure. It bore the hands of a human, but needle-like claws jutted from its fingertips, and its head…

It had three of them that sprouted from a single neck, each facing a different direction: a zebra, an ox, and what could only be described as a porcelain mask of a human face. The mask-head had pupil-less blue eyes, and craned forward on its own worm-like neck.

Dean froze when giant blue orbs fixated on him. For some reason, he was reminded of Cas, and that’s when the creature cocked its head. 

Pieces clicked into place. 

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anonymous asked:

hi, i'm a freshman in high school and i've been thinking about doing music education in college, the only problem is i've been playing electric bass for over a year now and cello for about a semester, i really like cello and would probably go in for it as my primary instrument (also colleges don't usually accept electric bass as a choice). but do you think i have enough time to get good enough to pass an audition for any colleges? i'm scared i started too late.

Hey anonymous! 

Being a band/orchestra director is a huge (YUGE!) responsibility and is definitely not for everyone. I’m glad you’re considering a future in this career very early on :) ! 

I could see why you would think playing the electric bass would be a problem, and you are correct, most school will only accept auditions on the double bass (unless you are auditioning for a jazz program that is). Cello is definitely a difficult instrument to master, as are most stringed instruments, however there is no doubt that if someone really wanted to learn cello enough to go to state university on it in only 3 years, it can be done!   

You could also consider learning the double bass as you are already familiar with the layout of an electric bass. The learning curve is large to be sure, but you know the essentials already!  



anonymous asked:

so i have gcse english language on tuesday and if i have to write a story i want to put a nb character in it but idk if that's a good idea bc i don't want to risk my grade if the examiner doesn't accept enbies?

I have no in-depth knowledge of exam moderation but I have a pretty strong feeling that they literally can’t mark you down for down for expressing a belief that opposed their own. They’re there to assess your writing ability and how well you can stick to the brief, not mark you down because of their own transphobia. Plus I don’t think they do negative marking anymore, i.e. if you get something correct you get given a mark but there are no marks removed for getting something wrong. (I could be wrong but it’s been a while since I did GCSEs!) There’s no harm in playing it safe for the sake of your grades but I’m pretty sure they’re not actually allowed to do that kind of thing 

anonymous asked:

So @ WhiteCastle on twitter is doing a thing where you use a hashtag in your tweet and they donate money. Unfortunately, the money is going towards Autism$peaks and I don't know what to do about it? I'm seeing people I follow use the hashtag and I want to say something but I also don't want to be accused of being the asshole trying to make people stop donating just because I have a problem with the company. Is there anything that can be done?

First: I’m going to link for evidence, with a warning that there’s gross posts referencing A$ and even photos with that bloody puzzle piece, to the account in question and the hashtag, just in case people are like me and ignorant of this going on. The tag is full of light it up blue and horrible, gross posts. I’ve looked at it so you don’t have to!

(Here’s the colouring-in flyer advising that donations up to $50 000 will be made until the end of July. Also not something you need to look at; warning for heavy lightbulb imagery and more puzzle pieces. So gross.)

I’m going to say that my recommendation is that we go further than merely asking people to not hashtag; my recommendation is that US folks also boycott White Castle altogether and get as many people as possible to do the same, if this is something they are in a situation to ask. (And we non-US folks can also ask our US friends and followers to do the same.) Telling White Castle they are supporting a toxic hate organisation won’t get them to stop, since they haven’t bothered to look beyond their ableist assumptions to see what A$ is; watching their profits fall as a result might. It’s not a great weapon, but it’s the only one we have, so we wield it as best we can and see how far we can get this message outside of autism/stimming/ND spaces.

(Please note that even if they raise that $50 000, there’s nothing to stop anyone from continuing that boycott until White Castle ends their association with A$. They’ve been associated with A$ for a long time, so we can boycott for as long as it takes.)

Second: This is a really hard situation, anon, and I’m afraid that I’m only going to make it harder. I don’t have a simple solution for you.

I’m going to tuck the rest under a read more cut, so this post is easily reblogged for folks wanting an easier-to-read resource for passing about Tumblr:

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nohroutlawdragon  asked:

Is it strange that despite all the times Morgana is called "he/him", my brain refuses to accept that he's male and so my default is to say "she/her"?

a little i suppose, but not entirely uncalled for? I mean some people generalise animals as one gender or the other, I think some languages do it too? As long as you can correct yourself then its fine.

bi-n-boujee  asked:

so at my old school (i'm going to be a freshman) a bunch of kids would come out as bi/pan and then only date the opposite gender. my friends were talking about how they were just lying and trying to be cool, but i'm a bisexual girl and i feel super worried that people say that behind my back bc i've had 2 boyfriends and no girlfriends. it's just the one girl i had a crush on is dating someone else:(. can i have some advice on what to do?

There are a couple of options. You can choose not to worry about what people say behind your back and only correct people when they say something incorrect to your face. What other people think and say is not really under your control, so it only matters that you are honest to yourself and that you know and accept who you truly are, regardless of others’ ignorant opinions on it.

That said, I know that sort of thing is a lot harder to do in the fishbowl of high school culture, so there is something more proactive that you can do: activism. If it’s important to you that people are properly aware of and educated about gender and sexuality, consider joining any queer pride or Gay Straight Alliance clubs at your school. If there aren’t any, grab some of those other bi/pan kids and start one! One of the first lessons you can teach people is that we should trust people when they tell us their identity instead of requiring proof, and that a person’s dating history is only tenuously related to their identity in heteronormative societies where we are expected to date the “opposite” gender.

Or you can find the middle ground, which would just be informally talking about queer issues and educating people more casually. It is up to you what you’re most comfortable with and what’s most important to you!