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I should really rename this comic “Keith’s suffering” because I just feel like I’ve been taunting him for the past few pages.

Also are you guys ready for it to get…. REALLY GLITTERY? BECAUSE I DON’T THINK YOU ARE. 

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Some thoughts on the Shallura Plot thread in this comic under the cut.

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Fairytale Wedding

My sister and I… were very different people.

I had what I call ‘giraffe proportions’, gangly, tall. Amy was average height with the whole hourglass figure. I was a social recluse, she was a social butterfly. I’m an asexual lesbian and she told me quite often during our teen years that I was a freak and could never be loved.

Then three years ago she calls me out of the blue to invite me to her wedding.

I’d moved across the country, had a decent living working as a freelance photographer and had just begun to shake off my insecurities when I got the phone call. She’d had been dating her highschool sweetheart on and off again since graduation and he finally got the balls to pop the question. After apologizing for our relationship going dead since I went to California, she offered to fly me back home and even to cover the cost of the hotel room.

I chose to bury the hatchet and asked for the dates.

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regarding jason (aka rivertrash)

many of you know that jason and i used to be very close, and i know we share a lot of mutuals. please know that this comes from a place of concern. he deleted his blog as a result of me confronting him but he might remake and i want everyone to be aware of who he really is: a predatory manipulator.

sexual harassment
jason is notorious for unsolicited dick pics and unsolicited sexual comments, particularly towards women and dfab people.


 

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the recipient is peter @peppermintlarry who identified as ace at the time and had endured sexual trauma as a child. jason was 100% aware of this and said it regardless. he also takes pride in having sex with people who are in committed relationships. he literally brags about it to people who don’t even ask.


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emotional manipulation
i personally have been a victim of emotional manipulation all my life so you’d think i’d be really good at spotting it, but you’d be wrong. i didn’t realize it was going on until a group of his friends, some of which who were victims as well (peter, eileen @eileensardine​, and 3 anonymous sources) reached out to me because they were concerned.
jason would literally hit himself in the face on camera if i was upset with him. he KNEW it triggered me, as someone who is in recovery from severe self harm/mutilation. sometimes he would even text me about it if we weren’t in a skype call. i literally thought he would self harm or even commit suicide if i stopped talking to him, which is the main reason i remained his friend even when i wanted to leave. he used his mental illness as a way to get me to pay attention to him. i am not the only one who has been affected by his emotional manipulation unfortunately and we want to keep it from happening again.

obsessive
 i dated jason for awhile and broke up with him a year and a half ago. ever since then he has been literally obsessed with me. he would tell people that i was still hopelessly in love with him and that i would flirt with him incessantly despite the fact that i’ve been in a happy committed relationship for over a year. he would even go as far as saying we had an ongoing sexual relationship behind my boyfriend’s back. i don’t even have to say it but i’m going to anyway: that is completely false. i have had him on “do not disturb” on my phone because he would text me constantly (CONSTANTLY) but i rarely replied, since i was trying to distance myself from someone who made me incredibly uncomfortable. i don’t know where he got any clue that i was reciprocating these feelings. the scariest part wasn’t his obsession with me, but his obsession with my significant other. he HATED my boyfriend for “stealing” me from him, despite never speaking a single word to him. he told peter he wanted to fly to california without telling me and beat my boyfriend with a bat.

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this is not the first nor the only time he mentioned wanting to physically harm him. i have been incredibly happy with zac for a very long time and he was aware of that. there is no reason for him to want to harm him besides his own twisted agenda.


if there is anything i missed please feel free to reblog and add on! i know there are more stories out there.


if you can reblog to get the word out that would be helpful! he’s most likely going to remake so keep an eye out.

mercutios-widows  asked:

Hey!! Hope you guys are having a good weekend, wondered if you guys could update the long distant tag? xx

you too friend

I’ll Be Waiting by DarkAlpha67 (1/1 | 8,685 | R)

Derek lived a normal life as a journalist with his co-worker Erica Reyes. He went to work and returned home, all the while waiting for his other half to return.

Erica didn’t believe him when he told her he was with someone. He wanted to tell her the truth, but what would he say?

“The reason you’ve never met my boyfriend is because he drives around the states with his best friend, looking for vampires and monsters to hunt?

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In which Stiles is a hunter and Derek is his civilian boyfriend.

let me pamper you by haleofStilesheart (1/1 | 1,313 | G)

The stress of going back to school, along with the fact that finals are looming on the horizon, has Derek anxious. Luckily, his boyfriend is there to take care of him, even if he is two hundred miles away.

Sorry Catfish, But You Can Suck It by HaleStormStilinski (1/1 | 1,326 | PG13)

Stiles has been having a long distance relationship with Derek for a year, and now they’re finally getting to meet when Derek gets time off to fly out to California.

jealousy, look what you’ve done to me by haleofStilesheart (1/1 | 2,360 | R)

When Derek goes back to college, Stiles is the most supportive boyfriend ever. He just doesn’t like constantly hearing about Derek’s lab partner. A tasteful nude appears to be the only solution.

pearltheartist  asked:

OK I LOVE THE IDEA OF JOHSNAVI SM SHJSJDJSJDJ

ALRIGHT BUT-
Imagine Johan wandering into this little shop because he thinks is cool and hipster or whatever but like the owners even cuter
Imagine Usnavi all starry eyed until Johan starts taking about his time in France , the smile slowly melting from his face as he talks about his families wealth that he’s leeching off of
Imagine Johan slowly wearing him down until he agrees to a date
Imagine a long distance relationship where they can only really talk at night bc Johan sleeps until noon
Imagine Usnavi being really uncomfortable with let Johan pay for stuff
IMAGINE JOHAN HAVING USNAVI PAY FOR STUFF AND USNAVI’S LIKE ‘thank you for respecting me’ BUT LOWKEY JOHAN IS JUST BROKE
imagine Usnavi flying out to California to visit and feel right at home in the Johnson house bc of his huge extended family
Imagine him bonding with Jr bc they’re both dorks
Imagine Johan taking him to the Dominican!
Guys
Guys we have to make this a thing for real

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Everything changes after they kill It. And not just because they destroyed It, now just because they made Derry safe and the veil that made them forget It and each other has lifted forever. 

Richie and Eddie finally talk, the way they never did and maybe never could in the years before. They don’t know where they’ll go from here–Eddie owns a thriving limousine company in New York and Richie’s a hit DJ in California. They’re literally on opposite sides of the country. But Richie works in New York a lot, and Eddie can still run the company from out of town. It could…work. 

Eddie tries not to get his hopes up. Richie could have–and probably has had–anyone worth having, and Eddie…well. Eddie runs a limousine company. Now that they aren’t in Derry anymore, maybe the novelty has worn out for Richie, and he’ll go back to swanning around the country with his glittering circle of friends while Eddie is stuck in divorce proceedings that never seem to really proceed. 

That’s what he thinks is going to happen, anyway, until there’s a knock on his hotel room door. He loves and hates the hotel. He knows just how dirty hotel rooms really are, and that would set him on edge if it wasn’t for how easy it is to breathe here. Away from Myra, away from a woman who reminds him of his mother.

Eddie opens the door and is stunned to find none other than Richie Tozier blinking back at him. 

“Richie?”

“Edward James Kaspbrak–”

“Oh my god.”

Richie produces a bouquet of flowers. “Will you go on a date with me?”

Eddie is blushing furiously. “You got me flowers?”

“I’ve never asked out a guy before,” Richie admits. “And I don’t think there’s an Emily Post entry about the appropriate etiquette. But you…you used to like flowers…didn’t you?”

He did, and he is absurdly pleased that Richie remembered. “I still do.” Something occurs to him. “You’re here.”

“That I am,” Richie says proudly. “Convinced my producer that I needed to promote my show.”

“You…convinced them?” Eddie is red now. “Richie, did you…fly across the country just to…?”

“To ask you on a date? Hell yes. I’m romantic as shit.” He gives the bouquet a small shake. “So? Will you?”

Eddie has to press his face against the doorframe so that Richie can’t see just how red he really is. “Yes,” he mumbles into the frame. “Yes I’ll…go on a date with you.”

“Groovy!” Richie bounds into the hotel room, finds a glass from the miniature kitchen and fills it with water. “Let’s go to the top of the Empire State Building like in Sleepless in Seattle.”

“You want to go…now?” 

“What, you want me to fly back to California and then come back another time?” Richie puts the bouquet in the glass. It’s very top heavy, so he has to lean the flowers against the wall. “Whaddya say, Snothead?”

“Romantic as shit, Trashmouth. Give me a minute.” Eddie moves, but Richie grabs his arm and, very suddenly, kisses him.

“I was gonna wait until the top of the Empire State Building,” he admits when they break apart a few minutes later. “But I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” Eddie says, and he’s surprised at how calm he feels. “Besides, the Empire State Building isn’t that romantic. Lots of tourists. Very dirty.”

“You better get used to dirty–you’re dating Trashmouth now.”

Somehow, Eddie doesn’t think this will be a hard adjustment to make. 

Dog Days

Hey guys! I’m distracting myself from stressing about wedding planning so how about some fluff? Well, more crack, but oh well. Everything I write ends up crack-y. 

Prompt from: @supremeuppityone :Caroline is training their new puppy with treats and Klaus’ canine side inadvertently is affected and he twitches/jolts to his feet whenever she brings out the dog treats?

“Come​ ​on​ ​Buddy-”​ ​Klaus’​ ​lip​ ​curled​ ​at​ ​the​ ​mention​ ​of​ ​the​ ​golden​ ​retriever​ ​as​ ​he​ ​walked​ ​into​ ​the foyer​ ​of​ ​the​ ​mansion,​ ​Caroline’s​ ​voice​ ​trickling​ ​in​ ​from​ ​the​ ​living​ ​room-​ ​“All​ ​you​ ​have​ ​to​ ​do​ ​is​ ​sit.” 

 He​ ​noted​ ​the​ ​frustration​ ​in​ ​her​ ​voice​ ​and​ ​was​ ​unable​ ​to​ ​hide​ ​a​ ​triumphant​ ​grin​ ​from​ ​spreading across​ ​his​ ​face​ ​as​ ​he​ ​walked​ ​in​ .​ ​He​ ​absolutely​ ​detested​ ​the​ ​little​ ​yellow​ ​creature that​ ​Caroline​ ​had​ ​begged,​ ​nay​ ​coerced,​ ​him​ ​into​ ​getting​ ​a​ ​few​ ​weeks​ ​earlier.​ ​She’d​ ​been​ ​hinting around​ ​it​ ​for​ ​a​ ​few​ ​months,​ ​him​ ​shooting​ ​her​ ​down​ ​with​ ​a​ ​flat​ ​no​ ​every​ ​time.​

 It​ ​wasn’t​ ​until​ ​she trapped​ ​him​ ​one​ ​morning​ ​after​ ​a​ ​mind-blowing​ ​orgasm​ ​where​ ​the​ ​sun​ ​had​ ​hit​ ​her​ ​smile​ ​so brilliantly,​ ​streaming ​in​ ​from​ ​their​ ​bedroom​ ​window,​ ​where​ ​she​ ​asked​ ​him​ ​for​ ​a​ ​favor​ ​and​ ​he​ ​said yes​ ​before​ ​even​ ​asking​ ​what​ ​it​ ​was. 

Needless​ ​to​ ​say,​ ​he​ ​was​ ​​not​​ ​happy​ ​that​ ​afternoon​ ​when​ ​they​ ​went​ ​to​ ​the​ ​animal​ ​shelter​ ​later​ ​that day​ ​and​ ​he​ ​signed​ ​the​ ​adoption​ ​papers​ ​as​ ​Caroline​ ​fawned​ ​over​ ​the​ ​mutt.  

She​ ​named​ ​him​ ​Buddy​ ​on​ ​the​ ​way​ ​home​ ​(“Uh,​ ​hello?​ ​Haven’t​ ​you​ ​ever​ ​seen​ ​Air​ ​Bud?”),​ ​and​ ​her attention​ ​​remained​ ​on​ ​the​ ​blasted​ ​animal​ ​since​ ​then.   

“I’m​ ​home,”​ ​he​ ​called,​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​instantly​ ​finding​ ​Caroline​ ​sitting ​by​ ​the​ ​fireplace,​ ​Buddy standing​ ​in​ ​front​ ​of​ ​her,​ ​his​ ​red​ ​tongue​ ​out​ ​and​ ​tail​ ​wagging​ ​happily.  

“Hey!”​ ​she​ ​called​ ​back,​ ​looking​ ​quickly​ ​over​ ​her​ ​shoulder.​ ​“I’m​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​teach​ ​Buddy​ ​how​ ​to​ ​sit.”  

Klaus​ ​rolled​ ​his​ ​eyes,​ ​glaring​ ​at​ ​the​ ​dog.​ ​The​ ​puppy​ ​stared​ ​back​ ​at​ ​him,​ ​his​ ​tail​ ​going​ ​limp​ ​and​ ​a deep​ ​growl​ ​starting​ ​to​ ​reverberate​ ​from​ ​his​ ​chest.​ ​Klaus​ ​bared​ ​his​ ​teeth​ ​lightly​ ​at​ ​him​ ​before crossing​ ​his​ ​arms​ ​over​ ​his​ ​chest​ ​as​ ​he​ ​moved​ ​further​ ​into​ ​the​ ​room.  

“Why​ ​does​ ​he​ ​do​ ​that​ ​every​ ​time​ ​he​ ​sees​ ​you?”​ ​Caroline​ ​groaned.​ ​“He’s​ ​our​ ​dog.​ ​He’s supposed​ ​to​ ​love​ ​us.”  

“He’s​ ​not​ ​the​ ​alpha ​in​ ​the​ ​house​ though, love,”​ ​Klaus​ ​said​ ​cheekily,​ ​playfully​ ​flashing​ ​his yellow​ ​eyes​ ​at​ ​her.  

That caused Buddy to bark and Klaus glared back at the dog. Buddy growled again but turned his attention back to Caroline. She rolled her eyes and pet the dog’s head. 

“Literally dealing with two alpha male egos in one house and I think yours is the worst,” Caroline teased, shooting him a playful glare. 

Klaus just grinned. 

Caroline reached into a bag next to her legs and pulled out a treat, dangling it in front of Buddy. 

“Sit.” 

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I miss you. A lot. I never really understood the saying “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone” until I lost you. It was weird for me to have somebody who genuinely cared about me and thought I was beautiful. Every guy I have ever been with has either cheated on me or used me for sex. The entire time that I knew you, you never once pressured me to talk about sex with you. You didn’t make me feel like that’s what you wanted from me. You talked about your dreams and goals in life. You would tell me how you were going to fly from Chicago all the way to California to see me. You talked about how you were originally going to attend the university in my city to play baseball until you injured your elbow. You were certain that meeting me was fate. You told me you loved me everyday and would stay up until 3am (5am your time) talking to me on the phone or video chatting. I miss your silly doodles on snapchat. My favorite one was of us on a desert island, holding hands. I loved your smile and the way you looked at me through the computer. I’ve never had somebody look at me the way that you did. I wonder how things would have turned out if I had given you more of my time. I was scared to fall for you and once I felt like I was, I pulled back and tried to stop myself. You tried to bring me back to you, but I wouldn’t budge. I don’t blame you for leaving. I don’t blame you for wanting nothing to do with me. I wouldn’t even blame you if you hated me. But I hope you understand how much you meant to me and how big of an impact you had on me. I always think about you and wonder if you felt the same way I did. Or if you still think about me now. I know we never met in person, but the connection we had made the distance feel like nothing. I loved you. I love you. I’d give anything in the world to have you back in my life.