for being as out of shape as i am

Being gay has honestly been so central to my development as a person and the way my life has gone since I’ve come out. Like in no way would I be the same person if I were straight. I’ve lost friends over this and gained friends over this. I’ve been through really dark times and really good times, all because I’m gay. The way I interact with the world, people, and myself are all affected by my sexuality. Even my gender is. So like, of course being gay is part of my personality. It’s shaped me. I am a gay person. I shouldn’t have to forget my experiences because straight people don’t like it.
Recently found this on Facebook and it sums up my hate for people who breed these dogs perfectly.
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This is AMAZING!

For those who can’t go to the link, the following is what it says:

FYI, none of this is mine. It was posted by Bilton veterinary centre, the same one as in the picture. All credit goes to them but I felt it was important to get word out about some of the breeds of dogs that are riddled with health problems. If you own a pug that’s perfectly healthy that’s cool, but it’s doesn’t change the fact that an alarming number of short nosed (almost no nosed at this point) dogs have extreme difficulty with tasks like breathing and blinking.

 "So I am going to have a rant now and I apologise in advance if this upsets anyone, but here goes.

   Last week, I managed to reduce a lovely family to floods of tears.  They had brought their new dog in to come and see me.  There was a young lady, her husband and their two children of about 8 or 9 years old and they were all already absolutely besotted with their new pet - their first dog, and they had been planning it for several years.

   The dog was a 5-month-old French Bulldog that they had picked up from a breeder about 4 weeks previously.  They were concerned that their new dog may have “a chill” as the dog had sore runny eyes,  difficulty in eating and kept making a choking sound.  They had also noticed the dog had a “funny smell” about him. As I examined the dog it became quickly apparent what was occurring and my heart sank.

  This dog was yet another increasingly popular “short-nosed” breed that was suffering horribly from a myriad of problems - all related to its poor breeding and its unfortunate anatomy. After the examination, I found that this dog had: 

 - Eyeballs too big for its eye sockets. So much so, that when he blinked, the eyelids didn’t fully cover the eyeballs.  (Imagine going out on a windy day and not being able to blink!) This had resulted in deep painful ulcers forming on both eyes that in the short term would require intensive treatment and could feasibly result in the rupture of one or both eyeballs. 

  - The bones forming the front of his face (the maxilla) were so squashed by virtue of this style of this breed (called the brachycephalics), that the soft-tissue structures of the throat are compressed and forced backwards -  obstructing his larynx.  Amongst other things, his soft palate was so elongated (relative to his skull) that it kept getting trapped over his wind-pipe.

 -His nostrils were completely occluded, so absolutely no airflow was possible through his nose.  All of his breathing had to take place through his open mouth.  This meant that whilst he was eating/sleeping he was going through bouts of asphyxiation and so would have to spit the food out or wake up and open his mouth - purely so he would be able to breathe.  This explained the “choking” sound that there were hearing all the time.  He could just manage to breathe with his mouth open, but this then exacerbated the problems with his soft palate.

 - The skin fold over the top of the nose (caused by the squashed face involuting the skin) had caused a crevice of around 2-3 cms deep, where the skin was rubbing against its self.  In this area, the skin was ulcerated and was full of liquid pus.  It was this that the owners were smelling.  This was incredibly painful for the animal and he cried every time I tried to clean it.

 -The skin around his feet, ears, armpits and groin was red raw and inflamed.   He clearly was very itchy and had been licking at these areas repeatedly - which had, in turn, made them more sore and painful.  This is very typical of a condition called “atopy” which is very common in many breeds, particularly the Bulldogs (French and English). So at this point, the shocked owners asked what needed to be done to sort him out.

  So I had to explain that he would need: 

 - Bilateral eyelid shortening surgery that would allow the dog to blink properly and prevent further ulcers from forming.  As well as long-term medication to improve the quality of his tears.

 - Complex soft tissue surgery of the back of the throat to, (amongst other things) shorten his soft palate to facilitate his breathing.

 - He would need both of his nostrils opening up so as to allow adequate air flow to be possible to allow him to breathe/exercise/eat/sleep properly.

 -He would need a “face-lift” to remove a large amount of excess skin on the front of his face, to try and open up the fold that was causing so much infection and pain.

 -He may need allergy testing, food trials, anti-inflammatories etc to try and manage the atopic skin disease that he has. 

 *He needs all of this fairly urgently.  

 *He can’t have all of this done at once and so will require several anaesthetics and complex procedures to be done over a period of time.   

*He is only 5 months old. 

*He needs all of this doing - just so that he can live a vaguely normal life.   


 Also - he is not insured.  It transpired that the new owners looked into insurance but the premium was so high for this breed, that they felt they couldn’t afford it.  To move forward, he would have to go to a specialist veterinary unit (sadly recently set up to deal with the increasing number of very poorly brachycephalic dogs with extreme conformational issues) and this treatment could cost upwards of £8,000 to correct.

 Once I had discussed all this with the owners - they were understandably distraught.  They had hoped for a “cute” and “cuddly” family pet that they had seen examples of spread throughout popular media.  They had no idea that these problems even existed.  Instead, they now have a much-loved dog that is miserable, has a long journey ahead of it and one that they cannot afford to have fixed.

 The family left the room in floods of tears, armed with medication that would temporarily alleviate some of the symptoms and try to make the poor little dog more comfortable.  From what I have later found out, this dog has gone to a rescue centre to be rehomed.  It may have moved away, but its problems most certainly will not have done.

 Pugs, Frenchies, English Bulldogs and Shar-Peis are amongst the breeds which are increasingly being abandoned in vast numbers as people cannot cope with their ongoing problems, illnesses and costs.  It upsets us all hugely when we see how many of the problems frequently associated with these breeds are now classed as “normal”. I will commonly hear “Oh it is normal for this breed to struggle with A, B or C”. NO IT ISN’T NORMAL!

 These trendy flat-faced breeds are some of the most expensive puppies to currently buy.  There is serious money for people who sell a litter of these puppies and so the incentive to breed is VERY high.  It must be said that there are responsible breeders who are trying to “back-breed” these types of dogs to have longer noses, smaller eyes, more open nostrils etc and try to reduce the incidence of these conditions, and these people should be applauded.  However, puppy farms and irresponsible owners are rife, and these “breeders” don’t seem to care a jot about the long-term prognosis and what the future holds for “their” breed. 

 It is also worth noting that many of these breeds are unable to give birth naturally now too (due to the shape of the puppy’s skulls) and so the mothers often go through multiple caesareans… 

 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP AND THINK before you buy.  Come and talk to US about the breeds that you are interested in - and we shall give you the whole picture.

 I am completely exhausted and totally demoralised seeing these type of problems on a daily basis.  There are enough horrible illnesses, diseases and potential accidents out there without being destined to be unwell before you are even born.

   Whilst people are still buying these dogs, people will still breed them and the problem will never go away.“

5 Dorm Room Aesthetics to Make People Say “Wow!” in 2017

Hey guys! Hope you all are doing well with your studies! If you’re anything like me, you’re thinking ahead about your dorm and the new life ahead of you. Having your own dorm is a blank slate, so why would you leave it empty?! You have a fresh start from your cluttered room at home, so let’s make it count! Here are my top 5 favourite aesthetics and some links to decorations and furniture.

1. Boho Chic, this is a classic dorm room design. Very “Urban Outfitters” vibes with lots of tapestries, fairy lights and cacti. Cozy sheets are a must! Polaroid photos tacked to the walls also add life to your room.

B&W Tapestry ($)

Blue Peacock Tapestry ($)

Fairy Lights, 8 Settings, 20ft ($)

Chunky Knit Grey Blanket ($$$)

Hanging Rope Planter ($$$)

2. Pastel Retro, really beautiful design and definitely something unique that your friends won’t have! Retro includes round shapes and soft colours of blue, green and pink. Light wood goes really well with these colours too and adds life! Definitely check out your local thrift stores, you never know what goodies they might have!

Red Retro Coffee Maker ($$$$$)

Retro Clock in Blue ($$$)

Retro Portable Bluetooth Speaker ($$$)

Raw Steampunk Lightbulb ($$$)

Various Coloured Shag Carpets ($$)

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Spoiler for “The Rickchurian Mortydate” below.

The main reason I’m as OK with Beth and Jerry getting back together as I am - despite recognizing that it was a quick fix and typical TV reset - is because of what it means for Rick. The season premier was 100 percent Rick being in-control and manipulating the family to shape it into exactly what he wanted. He got rid of Jerry and had Morty all to himself. The finale makes Rick out to be so powerful that he’s called a god. We’re shown to what extent he can’t be beat. …until the end.

His control over the family dynamic is lost. He’s no longer the one who gets to call all the shots. And even the threat that he can take off for another dimension at any time is undermined. (Which was one of my favorite moments in the episode. For all he spouts about understanding infinity, he couldn’t leave this family.)

I don’t expect the reunited Beth and Jerry to maintain the happy mood they ended the season with. But it was necessary for the sake of that perfect slow zoom-in that ended the finale with a wonderful blow to the blocks that were built up by the season’s premier.

Found a “fan” page dedicated to “White Storm”...

And I am in utter disbelief. Storm is a proud African woman. Being African is a huge part of her personality, who she is, what has shaped her into the person she has become. To whitewash her is to pretty much strip away everything she is on top of being RACIST AS FUCK! And they had to nerve to say and I quote because I can’t make up such fuckery, “Imagine how pretty she’d be if she was white”. EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF ME. White hair and blue eyes against ebony skin isn’t pretty? Ororo means beauty! (I bet they refuse to refer to her by her actual name.) In canon men like the likes of Thor, Loki, T’Challa, Dr. Doom, Dracula, Cable, Quicksilver, and Wolverine just to name a few have shown interest in her. But she isn’t pretty to you because she’s black?

Tell me

Storm isn’t


She is a strong, gorgeous, black woman in a comic verse that already greatly lacks diversity and yet, you hate that she is black. To the creator of that blog (which I will not name here, because they don’t deserve the attention) the artists doing white rendering of her and your followers you should be embarrassed, you ignorant, bigoted peasant. 

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Magnus Chase somehow managed to shower all the chocolate off of himself, but he couldn’t wash off the sensation he felt on his lips.

In fact, he never wanted to.

He put on a fresh set of clothes and laid down on his bed, staring up at Yggdrasil, the World Tree, and thought about Alex Fierro.

He thought about his badassery in every way, shape, and form—in every sense of each of those words. No matter if Alex was a girl or a guy, Magnus finally admitted to himself something he already knew, but couldn’t quite believe himself until now.

“I’m in love with Alex Fierro.”

The words felt amazing yet foreign to say. He had crushed on Alex since she arrived at Hotel Valhalla all those months ago, but he never really realized what those weird fuzzy feelings in his stomach were until Alex kissed him under the blanket in Niflheim, and suddenly, everything became a thousand times clearer.
Even after the second kiss, Magnus still couldn’t quite fathom the idea that Alex might actually like him back.

Magnus touched a couple of fingers to his lips to make sure they were still there and thought about what Alex had said.

“I need some space, Chase.”

Magnus decided that that was reasonable.

I mean, I did kind of just say that her kissing me is the best thing to ever happen to me, Magnus thought to himself. And on a boat made of dead people’s toenails, surrounded by giants. Yep. Super romantic.

Magnus thought about everything before deciding something for himself:

I need some space too. But first, Alex Fierro.

He thought about how Alex would call him stupid if he heard Magnus’s somewhat contradicting thoughts, but the thought of Alex made Magnus’s cheeks flush and his stomach buzz.

Magnus got out of bed and headed towards Alex’s door and knocked. When Alex opened it, he gave Magnus a face that said: really?

“Magnus, what part of ‘I need space’ and ‘I’ll get back to you’ did you not understand? Do you want me to explain it to you like you’re two?”

“Hello to you too, Alex. Listen, I understand you need space, and I’m completely okay with that. I just came here to tell you that I need a bit of space too, just to figure things out, okay?”

Alex nodded and crossed his arms.

“That’s fair.”

“B-but I also don’t want us to completely ignore each other,” Magnus continued, feeling himself getting flustered. Alex smiled, which did anything but calm down the wild party that was happening inside of Magnus’s chest.

“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re smitten and flustered!” Alex said, pinching Magnus’s cheek and laughing. Magnus’s face only became more red.

“I hate you,” Magnus said, trying to be seriously sarcastic but smirking.

Alex smirked back. “I hate you too.”

Magnus got lost in Alex’s eyes before he remembered what he was going to say.

“Oh, one more thing: can I borrow that book with all the BLT terms?”

“Did you mean that book with all the LGBTQIA+ terms?”Alex asked, rolling his eyes and smiling. “I do tend to have the power to make people question their sexuality. Here, I’ll go get it.”

Alex returned carrying a decent-sized book that had been well-used and well-loved. The cover was covered in colors and stickers, and the title read: The Queer Alphabet: A Guide to LGBT and Everything In Between. It looked like it was written in silver holographic glitter that made rainbows when you moved it.

“If you damage this book in any way, shape, or form, I will not hesitate to kill you.”

Magnus sensed that despite the fact that they were einheirji in Valhalla and could easily reincarnate, Alex was not being completely sarcastic.

“This is the book that helped me figure out who I am. I got it from my abuelo,” Alex whispered, not meeting Magnus’s eyes. Magnus gently patted Alex’s arm.

“Thank you for sharing this with me, Alex.”

Alex Fierro smiled and Magnus’s stomach was about to explode with happiness, rainbows, unicorns, and falafels.

“I hope it helps you as much as it helped me,” Alex said before closing the door and leaving Magnus staring at the polished brown wood.

Magnus returned to his room, plopped down on his bed, and opened the book. On the inside of the book was a note, written in what looked Spanish. After being homeless and looking at Mexican restaurant menus for two years and hanging out with Alex for the past few months, Magnus was just able to read the note:

My Dear Alex,
I hope this book helps you figure out who you are. No matter what, never stop being the amazing person you are, and don’t be afraid of change.
With love, Abuelo.

The last few words of the last sentence were underlined in neon pink pen, and in the same color, just below the note, was another note (in Spanish) that read:

I won’t.

Magnus softly smiled at the little exchange.

As Magnus flipped through the book, he felt like he was discovering a whole new world. He knew, of course, that non-straight and non-cisgender people existed, but he never truly knew how many types of non-straight/cisgender people there were. As he went along the book, he noticed little notes written in the margins with neon colored pens and definitions highlighted in either pink or green. He also made a list on a separate sheet of paper with a list of sexualities and romantic orientations (something else he previously did not know existed) that he could possibly be:

  • Aromantic: yEaH tOtAlLy (no)
  • Asexual: hmmm, probably not
  • Bisexual: maybe probably?
  • Demisexual: I know this doesn’t have anything to do with demigods but I bet Percy’s demisexual (but I’m not)
  • Gay/Homosexual: It would probably be hard for me to be attracted to only one (1) gender with Alex Fierro being genderfluid
  • Heterosexual: LMAO NAH BRO
  • Lesbian (see: gay/homosexual): not even close

Magnus kept flipping through the book until he came across a term that, when he read its definition, made his heart vibrate for a second.

Pansexual: Attraction to people regardless of gender; attraction to all genders.

Magnus looked at the pink, yellow, and light blue striped flag that was next to the word.

Suddenly, he felt right.


The next morning, Magnus returned the book. At least, he tried to. When he knocked on Alex’s door, there was no response. Magnus took a post-it note and wrote a note on it and stuck it to Alex’s door. Deciding it would be better and safer if he kept the book in his room rather than leave it on the floor in a hotel full of regularly-dying-and-fighting dead people, Magnus went back to his room to prepare for the day’s battle. He had just taken his shirt off when he heard a voice behind him.

“What is it with you and not closing the door before you change your clothes?”

Alex Fierro leaned against Magnus’s door frame wearing a pink and green chain-mail sweater vest with dark green jeans.

Magnus felt the blood rushing to his face.

“I—uh—” was all he could stutter out.

“Gods, Magnus…” Alex said as she rolled her eyes—Magnus realized that Alex was now female—and smiled up at the ceiling.

“At least you’re not covered in chocolate,” Alex finished, her heterochromatic eyes sparkling.

Magnus couldn’t think of anything to add, so he decided to do what he did best: awkwardly change the topic.

“Thanks for letting me borrow the book,” he started. “It really helped.”

Alex smiled fondly and genuinely, and Magnus nearly melted on the spot.

“I’m glad,” Alex said, walking towards Magnus and pulling out a crumpled-up post-it note from her jean pockets. Magnus realized it was the one he had left for her.

“I’m guessing you’ve decided on…hmm…asexual?” Alex tried to hold back a laugh (and failed to do so) as she and Magnus looked at the bad drawing of a pan with “oh no I’m attracted to kitchen stuff” written next to it. Magnus couldn’t help but join in.

“You do know what pansexual means, right?” Alex asked, still laughing.

“Yeah,” Magnus replied.

“Good, because I’m pansexual too.”

Magnus couldn’t stop the giddy feeling that exploded in his chest.

“I know it’s none of my business, and you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to or whatever, but what’s your romantic orientation?” Alex asked, calming down.

“Probably panromantic as well. Can that be different than my sexuality?”

“Oh yeah, totally. I know people who are asexual but biromantic, pansexual but aromantic, et cetera, et cetera.”

“Cool,” Magnus remarked. “What’s your romantic orientation?”

“I’m panromantic too.”

“Cool,” Magnus said.

The duo stood awkwardly next to each other before Magnus realized what Alex wanted.

“Here’s your book,” he said, getting it from his bed and handing it to Alex. “I promise I didn’t damage it.”

“You better not have,” Alex said with a smirk as she turned around and began walking to the door. “I’ll see you on the battlefield, Chase.”

“See ya then, Fierro.”

Alex looked back and smiled before closing the door behind her.


The battle was a bloodbath.

The daily battles always were, but it was especially bloody today.

Everything Magnus could see was tainted red due to the blood dripping down his head. He felt light and heavy all at the same time and he could feel himself about to die. He called upon his healing powers and was rejuvenated just enough for his vision to become clear again and for him to have enough self-awareness to see what was happening no more than ten feet in front of him.

Alex was fighting—and losing to—a berserker from Floor 432. Magnus noticed that the berserker’s spear was about to impale Alex.

He started running towards the two fighters. Despite knowing that death in Hotel Valhalla was temporary, the thought of Alex dying and him not doing anything to stop it made Magnus sick.

Magnus gathered up the little strength he had left, and at the last second, he threw himself between the spear and Alex.

The spear impaled him straight through the heart.

The last thing Magnus heard was Alex screaming, and the last thing that he saw was Alex beginning to cry as she beheaded the berserker with her garrote.


Magnus woke up hours later in his bed, his scars from the day’s battle in the last stages of healing.

He attempted to sit up in bed and grunted at the pain in his chest.

“Lie back down, idiot.”

Magnus’s eyes adjusted and he saw that Alex Fierro was standing over him, his eyebrows knitted together with what was either worry or concentration.

Magnus noticed that Alex had shifted genders again and was now male.

“I’m fine,” Magnus said, wincing at the pain.

“Like Hel you are,” Alex responded, rolling his eyes.

Magnus sighed as he asked, “Why are you here? Not that I don’t want you here or anything, I just—”

“I waited for you to wake up, idiot,” Alex responded, crossing his arms across his chest.

Magnus let the fact that Alex Fierro had waited for Magnus to wake unsettle in. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest.

“Listen,” Magnus said as he started to explain himself.

“About what happened on the battlefield—I know you said you needed space—”


“—and I understand that completely, but I just—”


“I couldn’t just stand there and watch you die!”

“Dude, I’m already dead.”

“You know what I meant.”

The two einherjar stared at each other.

“I get that you need space—”

“Magnus, please—”


Magnus was cut off by Alex Fierro leaning down and kissing him.

As Magnus closed his eyes, he suddenly forgot what he was saying.

Though it caused his shoulders to scream in pain, Magnus reached up and gently took hold of Alex’s head.

When the couple broke apart, Magnus noticed that Alex’s gender had shifted to female.

“You’re—you’re a girl now,” Magnus noted.

Alex smiled and nodded.

“Neat. I didn’t know that kissing a genderfluid einherjar caused their gender to change.”

Alex laughed and held one of Magnus’s hands against her face

“I thought you needed space?” Magnus asked, rubbing his thumb against Alex’s face.

“I got my space, Chase,” Alex said, kissing him again.

“I’m ready when you are.”

Magnus couldn’t (and didn’t try to) stop the smile that beamed across his face. He leaned forward and kissed Alex again.

Magnus backed slightly away, stared at Alex’s eyes, and smiled again.

“Bring it on, Fierro.”

What it’s Like to Be Asexual

About the flag

The asexual flag was created in 2010 as part of an AVEN competition. The black represents asexuality, they grey represents demisexuality, the white represents non-asexual allies and partners, and the purple represents community.

What does asexual mean?

Being asexual means that I don’t experience sexual attraction at all.

Myths and Misconceptions:

  • People think that we are like plants…no, no we’re not. We are still human, we just don’t feel sexual attraction.
  • I’ve been told that because I’m asexual I can’t find people pretty. Aesthetic attraction is a different thing from sexual attraction. You think that cat is pretty, does that mean you want to have sex with it?
  • People often think/confuse us for robots, being repressed, being scared of everything, being sad and lonely, needing to be fixed.
  • Some people say that Aces are straight. Aces are not straight. I am not straight. At all. In any way, shape, or form. Heteroromantic Aces are not straight. Anyone on the asexual spectrum is not straight. Please remember this next time you talk to an Ace.
  • Not every Ace is Aro, not every Aro is Ace.

What is it like to be asexual?

  • It’s mostly confusing. I get crushes on people but I can never figure out what the crush feeling MEANS. Like, do I wanna date this person? Get to know them better? Draw them? Ruffle their hair? Awkwardly smile at them and never talk? Am I even capable of having a relationship? Is that even what I WANT from this situation? Being ace but not aro is definitely a can of complex emotional worms..
  • Being in school and hearing two of your female classmates tell a boy “we’re all looking at your butt!” and getting confused because you didn’t look at his butt for a second even though he was wearing really tight shorts.
  • I don’t find people hot/sexy/attractive. I find people pretty, but not attractive if that makes any sense. For example, I think my little sister is pretty, I think my friends are pretty, but I don’t think they’re sexy or attractive. My friend will send me a picture of a guy shirtless and go on and on about how hot he is and I just don’t see it.  
  • I don’t experience sexual attraction (don’t think anyone is “hot” in the conventional sense.) Don’t want people in my nether-regions, don’t want to be in other people’s nether regions. My orientation is very personal, and is not all universal (every ace is different). Being Ace means being confused by other people’s actions all the time. Are they flirting with each other or objectifying each other? Is a question I have trouble answering because I don’t experience sexual attraction. Note: Asexuality can be influenced by past experiences or neurodivergence, as well as not. They are still valid. At any rate, it’s none of your business unless the individual in question feels you should know. Also, fluidity is a thing. The first time I came out, it was to my mom. Coming out got easier as I did it more. I’m out to most of my friends, but not all of my family or church. I am not repressed. If I wanted sex, I’d get it. I’m just not remotely interested and honestly kind of bored by the whole idea. My aromanticism and my asexuality are not linked to each other. They are two separate identities which coexist. When you come out, you’re gonna have to give people vocabulary lessons, so prepare yourself for that. You don’t have to come out of course. I’m lucky enough to have friends who understand and care enough to learn stuff about me.
  • I’m a sex-repulsed asexual. Some aces are sex repulsed and others aren’t. There are also aces that have sex and some that don’t, all asexuality really means is that you don’t experience sexual attraction, which I describe as “seeing hotness” when people ask. My sex repulsion (which is on the more intense side) feels like three big eels in my body, one in my spine and two in my gut. When a certain line is crossed in sexual images being too graphic or the sexual ideas contained in anything just gets too vivid, I get this immediate fight-or-flight response. I just need to get away. I also feel queasy and I have a bunch of adrenaline in my system. I’ve slowly gained a bit more of a tolerance as I get older, but when my mom tried to give me the talk in late middle school (then again a year or so later) I just ran away and locked myself in my room. I almost puked. Now that I’m in college, I had to leave the classroom when we watched part of a documentary on pornography, and I could barely handle the discussion when I was in the room. But again, my experience of this is pretty intense and some asexuals aren’t even sex-repulsed.
  • What it’s like being asexual
    • Being told by parents that I must have a hormonal imbalance
    • Being told it must be a result of trauma or heartbreak
    • Having guys say they’ll “fix” me
    • Being told I can’t be ace because I can’t make sex jokes (that’s what she said and the like)
    • Being guilted into sexual situations by my ex girlfriend
    • “You’ll understand when you’re older”
    • Random uncomfortable nsfw things on tumblr
    • Being the only virgin that doesn’t constantly complain about being a virgin (the more light-hearted aspects)
    • Starting sentences with “my asexual ass”
    • Not getting jokes that include clicking on nsfw things because I didn’t click
    • “F*** you” “I’m ace you’re out of luck” “I’m also ace you turnip”
    • Yelling “age of consent” when sexual things happen in movies
    • “Sex is hilarious that doesn’t mean I want to do it”

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anonymous asked:

Yo dude um, I don't want to tell you who to hang out with or anything, but I just thought I should warn you that power-of-innocence is a pretty un-cool. I've seen a huge group of people talk about them be problematic so there's a lot of evidence if you want to look I just don't have it on hand right now. I can say that they ship jdronica, and hate Heather Mac but draw her chubby and black, implying that it's a bad thing. I don't want you to get a bad name for being their friend without knowing.

Alright…. I woke up to this message and literally saw red. 

1. You sent this to multiple people - who actually know and LOVE Rillie (including myself because she’s a fucking sweetheart) she is a large part of why I’m involved in this fandom AT ALL - and also - 

  • Her dislike of Mac is based on the fact that Mac is portrayed by the fandom to be super pure/sweet/innocent when she isn’t, she is a bully - a HEATHER - just like Duke and Chandler. Which I agree with. If you want to portray her as sweet and nice - fine, I certainly did too. But why should she get hate for a fact based in the movie? 
  • I despise copy paste asks - as stated on quite a few occasions 

2. If you actually FOLLOWED me you would know that 

  • I draw jdonica all the fucking time? Its like the cornerstone of my blog and why over half my followers are here??? Jdonica in its normal form ends up being very toxic - but at the end of the day they WERE together. And our AU’s are either of Veronica dealing with the fall out of their feelings or of a version where JD get’s help before anyone gets hurt. 
  • I draw mac the same way and have stated on my final Mac design that I took inspiration from her version of her. Because there is NOTHING wrong with being black OR chubby ((OR buff as the final design of her is)) and it is in no way shape or form that its implied that its a bad thing. How did you even come to that conclusion?? 

Like I… am losing my mind, I can’t believe this was actually sent to me lmao! I was going to make a post today about how in general people need to stop being shitty to each other and chasing each other out of the fandoms especially one that they put so much heart into and have really enjoyed. 

And over what?? Some random call out post somewhere?? You don’t even know me - you certainly don’t know her - you probably won’t even see this because you obviously aren’t following me!! but if any of y’all really don’t like that I’m friends with her then go!! get out!! go away!! 

Insecurities pt. 3

[A/N: okay, so, this part has a bit of information, and I was originally going to write more, but I decided that it could wait until the next part, or the part after that. I’m not sure yet. Also, the name of the fic might be changing, because from now on it doesn’t really involve his insecurities, while it does, it doesn’t at the same time? Idk, I’ll decide later.]

Part I

Part II

Part III

While the team was waiting for Pidge to find Lance’s coordinates, Lance was busy. He knew he couldn’t go back to Earth – of course he couldn’t, that would lead the Galra right to his and everyone else’s family. So instead, he found a planet and landed there to figure out what he was going to do next.

Lance thought for a long time – at least, it felt like it. He thought about what he could do, and was slowly formulating a plan… he could start – a knock on his pod interrupted his train of thought. He looked, his eyes wide and startled – he hadn’t realized that this planet had occupants. He stepped out of the pod, bayard by his side to make sure he had protection if the alien species was hostile. “I apologize for intruding on your home, but I should be able to leave in a few hours,” he said politely, recognizing the stranger as an authority figure.

The native smiled at Lance, “There is no need for that,” his voice resonated inside his mind rather than being spoken. “I am Keivent Chilphank, and you are on Chyrrep,” the voice said into his mind. The Chyrrep had pale blue skin, a human shaped body, though the hands had four fingers rather than five, his face had markings that reminded Lance of vertigo, they were a dark purple and covered his eyes like a mask, and his mouth. His eyes were grey – no pupil, or iris – and seemed to glow softly. The alien had dark hair, and a feline tail that seemed to hold no purpose – though, Lance wouldn’t know. “All are welcome here, as we are a peaceful species, we judge none for what they have done, all is forgiven here.” It was as if the alien knew exactly what Lance was feeling, but the words only made him more distrustful – he had been hypnotized once, he didn’t want to be again. “I understand your distrustfulness,” was the alien in his mind?

“How do you know what I’m thinking?” Lance asked, his guard still up.

“I do not,” Keivent assured, “the Chyrrepa are a very emotional and mind-centered species. We sense emotions from everyone, which makes it impossible for others to lie to us.”

Lance allowed himself to think about it – it makes sense, he reasoned. “Okay…” he said, unsure if he should trust this stranger. What other choice did he have, though?

“Will you come with me? The Queen would like to see you,” Keivent told him, which only made Lance’s guard raise again. The last time he followed a strange alien to their queen, he had ended up hypnotized. “If you’re unsure, I can come back in a varga so you may think on it.”

Lance nodded to the second option, “Please,” he added, to be polite.

It didn’t take a varga to figure out that Lance would go see the Queen – not because he was kidnapped, but because what else could he do while he waited to figure out what to do until the war was over? So, when Keivent returned, Lance agreed to go with him to meet the Queen.

When they approached her, Lance bowed respectfully. “You may rise,” he heard the Queen murmur through his thoughts, so he did. “What is your name, traveler?”

“Lance, ma’am,” his voice was abrupt when he spoke, the silence around them wasn’t unpleasant, but his voice sliced through it like butter. How the Chyrrepaa communicated was strange – not through voice, but through the mind. He remembered not being able to get used to it for many weeks.

“I am Queen Elexaba,” the Queen spoke, “You may call me Elexaba,” she gestured to a male to her right, “This is my partner, the Prince, Hezrin,” the way she introduced her husband, it reminded Lance of the English royal families – there was always a Queen, but not always a King. There was only a King if the King was the royal one, and the Queen was married into the family. If a Queen was the royal one, her partner would be referred to as ‘Prince.’

“Pleasure to meet you,” Lance said, bowing to her and her husband. “I apologize for coming unannounced, I can be gone whenever you’d like,” he offered, not wanting to impose on the planet.

The Queen smiled kindly at the boy at her feet, “Do not worry, Lance,” her voice echoed through his mind, “You are not a bother.”

And thus, began a great friendship between the ex-Blue Paladin of Voltron and the Chyrrepa. Lance stayed on Chyrrep for many reasons – he learned about their culture, he was slowly learning how to communicate with them via his mind, and it seemed that their ability to sense everyone’s aura, as Lance decided to call it, was rubbing off on him? Kind of… He had been with the Chyrrep for roughly a week and a half when he noticed it, a sort of fog around the Chyrrepa bodies, changing colors and shapes depending on their moods. Lance didn’t feel the need to lie to them, and they didn’t see the need to lie to him.

Lance was there for a few days, becoming closer and closer to them until he began feeling guilt eat away at him for not telling them that he was once the Blue Paladin. He decided to tell Keivent first, being the closest to him than the others he had met – Javehn and Jroeni, twins, and then Gizmak.

“Keiv?” Lance asked, turning to his new friend. The alien turned and smiled at the human boy. He could see that whatever Lance was about to say was going to be important – he was practicing talking to them via his mind hard, and because he was speaking, Keivent could only assume that this was important. He could see a greyish green haze around him – guilt and worry, and hoped that Lance was going to tell him whatever was on his chest.

“Yes, Lance?”

“I need to tell you something,” Lance said, fidgeting nervously in his spot on the grass next to Keivent. They had decided to go out and stargaze because Lance wanted Keivent to teach him of the different constellations that their night sky had – which in and of itself was odd. Instead of a dark bluish black, the sky was a dark purple with hints of pink and red. He brought himself back to the moment, remembering that he was about to tell Keivent something. “I used to be the Blue Paladin.”


Keivent smiled at the Earthling, “I know,” he said, surprising Lance once again. His voice, err, thoughts, had gone softer, though. “I recognize the pod as one from the Castle of Lions. It is required of our younglings to learn of the Paladins of Voltron – we find out even if we are in a remote part of the galaxy. The Paladins of Voltron are very important to every free person. May I ask why you say ‘used’ to be?”

Lance swallowed thickly, and turned his gaze to the twinkling stars above them. “I thought I was doing great – I used to slack off a lot, but my friend Keith reminded me of all the reasons I had doubts when we first began this journey to save the universe. Then I wanted to get better, and I thought I was doing better, but he shot me down, hit me in all of my doubts – he used to help me through them, but he had been stressed, so I know that it was just stress, but he’s right,” Lance was getting hysterical, his breathing began to get labored as he remembered the confrontation, but he pushed on, wanting to get it all out there before he regretted opening up to this near-stranger. “He said he didn’t know if I was cut out to be a Paladin of Voltron, and I know he’s right because honestly, I’m just a kid from Earth that wants to go home, but now I can’t, and I don’t want to because I still want to help, but the only way I know how is through Voltron,” in the pause he took to take a breath, Keivent cut in.

“Slow down, Lance,” Keivent’s voice hushed through his mind, trying to calm him with a soothing voice. “Whatever he told you wasn’t true, no matter what you may think,” the haze around Lance was a mess of colors – purple, blue, yellow, green – colors that even alone would be concerning. “What if you created your own resistance force? I’m sure there are those out there who want to fight, but cannot because their species lacks the technology, or the willpower. Find them, and form your own resistance.”

Lance took deep breaths while listening to Keivent speak – he had been thinking about it, honestly. It would be better than doing nothing, and then he could choose how he fought – probably still with his bayard… but at least not be torn down for messing up because he would be in charge. He looked at Keivent, “That, actually, sounds like a great idea…” he said, this time without speaking. Once he was calm, Keivent noticed the haze shift to its usual grey-blue.

“Then, why don’t you do it?”

“I will. Thank you, Keiv.”

Klaus – His Witch 3

Words count: 1324

Warning: None



Part 4


The plan was in action, you’ll be getting your daughter and Klaus and Hayley are protecting her.

“You got the ashes?” You asked Elijah who handed you a vase full of Viking’s ashes. “Okay, and the knife?”

“Kol and Davina are getting it.” Klaus said and you nodded. “And we have Kol’s magical cuffs.”

“Okay, let’s begin.” You said and closed your eyes. You started to say the memorized Latin words, over and over. You felt power running through you as you resurrect Esther as we need her blood to kill the evil witch also known as Dahlia. With repeating the words one more time, you felt it. Esther is alive. Slowly a hand comes out of the grave, and then another and soon a face. You saw a beautiful woman with blonde hair and brown eyes. The Mikaelsons sure are blessed with good genes.

Esther gasps for air and looks around.

“Mother.” Rebekah said walking up to her mother. Before she could say anything else though Klaus vamp speeds and cuffs her hands, so she wouldn’t be able to use magic. Esther was confused, as she looked at her hands.

“It’ll stop you from using magic.” Klaus said.

“I know you just came back to life, but we need you.” You said, just as Kol and Davina arrived with the need knife. “We’re going to kill your sister.”

“We got it.” Davina told you smiling. You gave the teen a smile of your own, she reminds you of your daughter at times.

“You can’t possibly be serious.” Esther said, as Rebekah gave her a dress to wear.

“I can and I am.” You said with a force in your voice. “She has MY daughter, and I’m getting her back.”

“And she’s planning on taking MY daughter.” Klaus said and you nodded.

“We’re not letting her do that, like you let her do to me.” Fraya said with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Marcel sent me a text.” Rebekah said and opened the text. “She’s in place, we have to go now.”


“Freya, came to apologize?” Dahlia said and you came out from behind her. Slowly Klaus, Elijah and Kol did as well. “I see you brought company.”

“Yes, I want my daughter back.” I said glaring at the woman in front of me.

“(y/n) It’s nice to finally see you face to face.” Dahlia said smirking slightly.

“I’m not sorry for not feeling the same.” You hissed.

“Give her, her daughter and let’s be done with it.” Klaus said from your side.

“Let’s cut the chit chat.” Kol said. “You’re out numbered and you’re going to die anyway, so just giver her daughter, and let’s be done with it”

“Foolish boy!” She hissed and pushed the Mikaelsons back to a circle, so that they’d be taped and for Fraya to not be able to use magic. “Now it’s one to one.”

“I’m not so sure.” You said and Rebekah came to the room with her mother by her side.

“Sister.” Dahlia said as she saw Esther walking with her head held high, when Dahlia recovered from her shock she looked at you. “Looks like I’m not the only one who came prepared.”

You frowned but before you could question her, three men came in holding your daughter. She had tear running down her face making your heart break.

“RELEASE HER!” You shouted as your baby girl’s head snapped up to look at you.

“Mum, help me. Please.” She sobbed. Dahlia took out a white oak steak and burned it you frowned in confusion as you saw her moved the ashes around the room, so the Mikaelsons would inhale it.

“Sister stop this.” Esther cried as she saw her sister kill her children. You didn’t know what to do. Help them and risk your daughter’s life, or save your daughter’s life and risk the lives of the Mikaelsons and hundreds upon hundreds of vampires. You didn’t need to choose as Esther was distracting her sister. “You are angry at me, not them. I left you not them.”

In a swift flick of your hand the circle around them Mikaelsons disappeared and Freya and you used your magic to stop the Original vampires from choking. Klaus vamp speeded to your daughter and killed the three men, he whispered something to her and she left the building after glancing your way.

“You are all fools!” Dahlia shouts as she turned to look at you all. “You think you can trick me.”

“It’s you and me now, Dahlia.” You said as Elijah gave you the knife, it had Esther’s blood on it, and the ashes of a Viking. “You will die.”

You started to mutter under your breath, the Latin words you learned long ago. It was to drain Dahlia from her power, making them leaver her body painfully and go back to earth. The wind picked up as your voice got louder. Fraya was keeping Dahlia from using magic on you and everyone else was distracting her, making her un-focus. You knew this spell was dangerous. It drains you, make you feel tired. But unlike your victims your powers return in a few days, because of your vampire blood. You felt blood running down your nose, but you didn’t stop.

Klaus who noticed the blood came to your side.

“Stop! She’s weak enough.” He shouted over the wind, and Dahlia’s screams.

“No she’s not.” You said and gave him the knife, you knew you’ll pass out any moment. You resumed the spell anyway and tears started running down your face uncontrollably. Your knees weakened, Klaus gave Elijah the knife and held you by your waist. Your eyes started dropping as Dahlia let’s one last scream before Elijah kills her.

“I’m sorry sister.” Esther says. Klaus carries you bridal style as you passed out, he sighed in relief when he heard your hear still beating.

“Where did (Y/D/N) go?” Elijah asked Klaus who was looking at you in worry.

“Our house, with Haley, Davina and Marcel.” Klaus said not looking up at his brother.

“You better go then.” Esther stated. “The girl would want to know what has happened to her mother.”

Klaus didn’t argue. He vamp speeded to his home, to be met with (Y/D/N) sitting on a sofa her leg bouncing up and down, in anticipation. Davina next to her holing her hand in comfort, Hayley held Hope in her arm and Marcel was looking out the window for any sign of danger.

“You’re back.” Hayley said before her eyes fell on you, and she gasped before turning to look at your daughter. When (Y/D/N) eyes went wide as she looked at you, she was by your side in not time.

“She’s a live, just a little drained.” Klaus informed everyone. “I’ll put her in bed, she needs all the rest she can get.”

(Y/D/N) followed Klaus to his room, where he laid you down. (Y/D/N) sat beside you, holing your hand and looking at you sadly. Klaus took that moment to look at both of you. It was obvious that you two are related, same eye, same nose shape a different hair color, but everything else is the same. He heard (y/d/n) crying softly.

Klaus found himself walking to her, he pulled her into his arms as he did to you when you found out she was kidnapped.

“She’s going to be okay.” He said as (Y/D/N) clutched his shirt, and cried in his chest. “I promise you, I’ll protect her and you. I am forever in debt to your mother.”

Klaus said as he looked at your still body, only sign of you being alive is the soft rise and fall of your body. He truly cared for you and your daughter. He’d do anything to protect and take care of the both of you. He promised himself that he would never let anything else happen to you.


      A chair, a table, a lamp. Above, on the white ceiling, a relief ornament in the shape of a wreath, and in the centre of it a blank space, plastered over, like the place in a face where the eye has been taken out. There must have been a chandelier, once. They’ve removed anything you could tie a rope to. 
      There’s a rug on the floor, oval, of braided rags. This is the kind of touch they like: folk art, archaic, made by women, in their spare time, from things that have no further use. A return to traditional values. Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?

“Must love decorating for holidays, mischief, kissing in cars, and wind chimes. No specific height, weight, hair color, or political affiliation required, but would prefer a warm spirited, non-racist. Cynics, critics, pessimists, and ‘stick in the muds’ need not apply. Voluptuous figures a plus. Any similarity in look, mind set, or fashion sense to Mary Poppins, Claire Huxtable, Snow White, or Elvira wholeheartedly welcomed. I am dubious of actresses, felons, and lesbians, but don’t want to rule them out entirely. Must be tolerant of whistling, tickle torture, James Taylor, and sleeping late. I have a slight limp, eerily soft hands, and a preternatural love of Autumn. I once misinterpreted being called a ‘coal-eyed dandy’ as a compliment when it was intended as an insult. I wiggle my feet in my sleep, am scared of the dark, and think the Muppets Christmas Carol is one of the greatest films of all time. All I want is butterfly kisses in the morning, peanut butter sandwiches shaped like a heart, and to make you smile until it hurts.”

- Matthew Gray Gubler, on his perfect woman.

When we came to make Zombies, Run!, I deliberately put a line in the very first mission, when you, Runner Five, are just arriving at Abel Township, the tiny, shivering remnant of humanity left after the zombie apocalypse. I had one of the characters say: “If you can move above a slow shamble, we can use you.” Why? Because I am so sick and tired of the best and nicest exercise-based treats being reserved for people who are already in peak physical shape, and I’m sick of the notion that having fun while exercising is something you have to earn; that, until you look a certain way, moving ought to be boring and unpleasant if not outright painful. Your body is there right now. You did not have to earn a thing. It is a gift. You are a hero every time you step out of your front door to do some exercise.
Hey Taylor! It’s been exactly one month since the Rhode Island 2 Secret Session so I thought I would take this chance to gather some messages from some of us that were there, i hope you enjoy seeing them xoxo Sam

- Julia aka @throwinbigparties: heeeeey taylor!! it’s been one month since we met!!! just wanted to say thanks for everything you have done for me and trusting me enough to invite me over and listen to reputation weeks before it was released!! Thanks for always making me feel welcomed and loved and creating the best inside jokes and dancing with me. No one ever compares to you, you are the best the best thing in my life. I love you so much, see you on tour 😇💘🌞

- Rebecca aka @rgarcia121912: Thank you Taylor for the memories and friends I made at the secret sessions! It was a dream finally meeting you and I’m forever grateful! ❤️

- Maria aka @taylorschickennuggets: Dear Taylor, thank you so so so much for that one incredible night. I’ll never stop thanking you for inviting me into your home, and playing me your brand new album. Those memories are ones i’ll always cherish, and I cannot wait to see you in Detroit. You’ve done so much for me, and I can’t wait to see what you can do for others. With love, Maria :)

- Emily aka @imyour-americanqueen: Thank you for everything Taylor!!! My mom and I can not thank you enough for this wonderful night!!! Can’t wait to see you again on tour in Houston and Dallas!!😘❤️

- Melissa aka @swiftiesparkleshine: Words can’t express how appreciative my mom and I are for inviting me to a Reputation Secret Session!  I love you so much and can’t thank you enough for listening to me pour my heart out to you!  From looking at my iridescent nails that I polished the morning of the Secret Session, to taking an epic picture holding the Grammy for 1989 Album of the Year as you hugged and squeezed me, every moment with you was perfect and enchanting!  My mom and I look at the taymazing pictures from that night all the time and are still speechless that we met you!!  You are a human angel who only deserves the absolute best!  Meeting you has given me renewed hope that I will beat Lyme disease! I am so proud of you and “Reputation!” Love always your friend Melissa (swiftiesparkleshine)

- Briana aka @fearlesssince09: I love you Taylor and thank you for everything that you do for us!

- Anne aka @tswiftreputation1989: Meeting Taylor was a once in a lifetime dream that I never thought I’d experience. I’d like to thank Taylor and her team for such a great experience and thanks to all the friends I made. I’m grateful for everyone and moment experienced

- Kels aka @areyoureadyforswift: Hey T!! Thank you for being a constant source of light in all of my darkest moments. You shine so bright and i miss you very much. Love always, Kelsey

- Jess aka @reputaytionxo: Dear Taylor, I am eternally thankful to you for consistently teaching me that being yourself and working towards your own happiness and goals is achievable and unselfish. Meeting you was one of the first times i’ve ever felt that something truly amazing has come out of believing in myself/my dreams & staying true to what i’m passionate about despite ridicule. Thank you for being you, making my dream come true and inspiring me in every single way. I love you so much. I’m so proud of you. Love, Jess

- Gabby aka @how-lovely-indeed: hey taylor! thank you so much for the most incredible night of my life. Standing by your side for 10 years has shaped me into the person I am today. You have been with me through my best and my worst and I am so grateful for that. See you on tour in Nashville! I love you!!!

- Liv aka @livlovesswift: Hi Taylor! It’s just been a month since I met you and I already miss you more than words can describe. Thank you so very much for inviting me to your beautiful home, creating brilliantly beautiful music that has helped me through so much, for being your wonderful, sincere self and for caring about me as much as I care about you. I am so incredibly grateful to have you in my life and I love you more than ever.

- Lylah aka @likeanygreatlove13: Taylor, thank you for what you said after I told you about what I went through at the beginning of this school year. Your words meant more than you know and I love you so much!! Thanks for having me over ;) ❤️❤️

-Annie aka @sunsets-swift: Taylor, thanks so much for being a constant in my life for the last 10 years. You’ve shown me how powerful thoughts can inspire people & that’s why I love to write. And, more than anything, thanks for pushing me to dare to dream bigger! I miss you like crazy & can’t wait to see you on tour. -♡Annie

- Megan aka @couldbtrusted: i literally cannot thank you enough for everything that happened on 10/19/17! because of you, ive met a couple of strangers who turned out to be some of my best friends. i had the time of my life bopping out to reputation and getting to hang out with you for a whole night! i love you endlessly!!

- Giselle aka @theysayididsomethingbad: Hi Taylor!! It’s been one month since I got to do the one thing I’ve been dreaming of since I was 7 years old, hug you and tell you how much I love you. I’m so thankful for that night, for your happiness, and this album. Love you and miss you already 🖤

- Taylor aka @icanmakethebadguys-good: Hi Tay! Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for us this era. Reputation is everything we could have asked for - I love it! I love you so much and am so grateful for your generosity and kind soul.

- Darcy aka @darcyreputation13: It was beyond amazing to get invited, let alone to actually meet you!! I hope our paths cross again one day and I actually say all the things I blanked out on saying. See you on tour though!! :)

- Bethany aka @icantwithtaylor: Honestly still can’t believe that I was invited to a secret session. Taylor, you are the kindest person I have ever met and can’t thank you enough for the opportunity.

- Lindsay aka @lindsaylovestaylorswift: When I walked in the room Taylor yelled “HEY LINDSAY!! How’s the FIGURE SKATING GOING?!” Tay, good thing you pulled me in for a tight hug real quick cause I was like .13 seconds away from passing out. We spoke about so much- my sister Lauren, my new photography website fundraiser for Yale Children’s Hospital, applying to colleges… and how you’ve helped me so much through the years. Thanks so much for everything. I will “hold on to the memories”, and they will hold on to me. (PS- that lyric is my senior quote!) ❤️✨

-Keyena aka @taylorslays13: Hey Taylor!! Ah, I miss you so much and I still can’t believe I met you. I’ll never be able to express how thankful and grateful I am that I was at a SS. Meeting you was everything I wanted & more. ❤️ I’m so proud of you & the album!! See you on tour! 🤗 love you forever & always!

- Sam aka @nowimyourdaisy: There’s so many things I want to say but I’ll cut it down as short as possible. Taylor, I love you so much. I remember doing biography projects about you in middle school, and dancing around my room the day before I started high school. You’ve been with me as a i grew up and I can’t thank you enough for being the best role model. I love you so much, and I never thought you would know who I was or want to meet me. Thank you for inviting me into your home and sharing your life with me. It means the world to me. 



Hi, so, somehow I had managed to avoid seeing the trailer for The Shape of Water until today, and while I knew it was about a tender romance between woman and fish, I did NOT realize the woman in question only spoke in sign language. This is simply way too close to a short story I have been working on sporadically since March 2016 with the joke title of ‘Merhands.’ Key differences are:

a. the main character in my story is actually deaf

b. homosexuality

In any case I can never prove that Del Toro hacked into my google docs and stole my IP, and I probably won’t ever finish and release it due to the fear of it being forever known as ‘Lesbian Shape of Water,’ so I am just going to put up what I had already written here for all to see.


*Sadly I had not yet gotten to any lesbian bits; as I said I worked on it VERY sporadically. But fun fact the mermaid’s lower half was partially based on seahorse anatomy for all you perverts.

**I am not actually mad at Guillermo Del Toro because I am sure there are hundreds upon hundreds of mute-woman-desperately-falls-in-love-with-swamp-monster stories out there, I just figured if I was never gonna finish this I might as well share it.

EDIT: Since it was apparently not clear enough that this was a joke, THIS IS A  JOKE  based on the similarity of my story with The Shape of Water, I don’t actually think the man hacked into my account and stole my goofy mermaid story, please stop sending me asks in defense of Guillermo Del Toro he is fine and I am fine

Thank You David Oyelowo

I’ll probably never get a chance to go to a Star Wars thing (at least not any time soon) and definitely not a Rebels thing but I just really want to thank David Oyelowo for his amazing voice acting as Kallus.

He helped to make a simple, one dimensional character someone we loved to hate and see get knocked around. He managed to give off some great malice and utter evilness and yet was able to provide so much more emotion as the writing changed and he became more fleshed out.

Obviously the writing and animation are amazing and had a great part to play in this but Oyelowo is Kallus and he too has helped to shape such a simple cut out character into a complex human being and I am always amazed and so thankful when actors are able to do this because it adds so much depth to a story and makes it feel all the more real.

People aren’t black and white, people make mistakes, they let fear and hatred govern them at times and others can suffer because of it. But such a person can change and can grow and can work towards fixing the aftermath of their actions, even if they can never go back and change what they’ve done. Being able to portray a character like this, and to do it well, is something worthy of a quick essay and thank you because it’s acting like this and the portrayal of characters like this that gives me hope in these dark times.

So thank you David Oyelowo and the crew of Star Wars Rebels for this amazingly complex character.
Gigi Hadid accused of racism after Asian eyes video
A viral video shows the 21-year-old at a restaurant with friends. Gigi holds up a cookie that is shaped like the Buddha and squints her eyes in an imitation of his face.

‘So you know this is racist right?’ Gigi Hadid comes under fire on Instagram after her sister Bella posted a candid clip of the model squinting her eyes to imitate the Buddha

  • A video posted by Bella Hadid shows her 21-year-old sister at a restaurant with friends, who are singing Happy Birthday to someone
  • Gigi holds up a cookie that is shaped like the Buddha and squints her eyes in an imitation of his face
  • Twitter users have called the video racist, and pointed out that they are 'not surprised’ and this isn’t the first time she has faced accusations of racism
  • People have called her out for modeling Afros and dreadlocks in the past

Supermodel Gigi Hadid is facing online backlash after a video surfaced showing her squinting her eyes to imitate an East Asian person.

In a clip posted by Bella Hadid and later deleted — but not before the video had spread and been shared by other accounts — Gigi is seen smiling and making the offensive facial expression while out with friends.

In the hours since it has been shared, other social media users have chimed in to criticize Gigi, with some claiming she has exhibited 'racist’ behavior before.

The very short clips features Gigi and friends at a restaurant, where several are singing Happy Birthday.

Gigi holds up a cookie in the shape of the Buddah, then smiles and squints her eyes to imitate his face.

'This is y'all woke palestine queen? Gigi out here mocking Asian people. i would say she’s cancelled but she never started [sic],’ wrote one poster.

Other people shared similar comments, with one saying: 'smh she’s been cancelled. She’s made fun of Asian people, and done so many racist things but nobody pays attention.’

'Why am i not shocked about gigi hadid being racist again,’ wrote another, while yet another said: 'ppl are so blind to anti asian racism as someone thats had to deal w ppl making fun of my eyes for 16 yrs i hope gigi hadid falls in a hole [sic].’

Several pointed out that Gigi’s boyfriend, Zayn Malik, is of Asian descent, his father being British Pakistani. However, Gigi’s father — Palestinian-American developed Mohammad Hadid — is also Middle Eastern.

However, as some have said, it doesn’t matter if the intention to be racist isn’t there — the ignorance that something is racist can alone be part of a racist act.

The claims of past 'racist’ behavior seem to be referring to the time Gigi was accused of cultural appropriation while modeling.

In 2016, she wore colorful dreadlocks to walk in Marc Jacobs’ runway show — a choice that was not hers, but the designers. She also once modeled a blue Afro on the cover of Vogue Italia.

In 2015, Instagram followers were also quick to attack her for showing off henna tattoos on her hands, to which she had a speedy response:

'Before you go all “cultural appropriation” in my comments, check out the last name. Hadid. Half Palestinian & proud of it,’ she wrote.


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word count : 3 487
warning : smut (overstimulation)
summary : Kai sees Reader dancing with another guy and then punishes her.
*not my gif

‘Come to the party with me. It will be fun.’ she had said. And it had been fun when they were dancing together , her hands hooked losely around his neck and her body pressed against his while his hands were holding onto her waist. Kai loved seeing her locks dance around her shoulders , her smile , her wide eyes and hearing her laugh. He spin her around in vampire speed having her press her back against his chest as she’d move up and down to the beat. Kai had gone to get them both beer and a few moments later some old classmate of hers had shown up out of nowhere. Y/N danced with him while waiting for Kai who appeared to have gotten pushed away by the crowd and he ended up having to watch her dance that guy who couldn’t keep his hands off her. Y/N kept pushing them away but he didn’t take the hint and Kai tried very very hard not to act like the jealous boyfriend and rip the guy’s head off in the middle of the party. Not that anyone would’ve noticed if he had. Everyone appeared to be either drunk or high or about to be either of those things. Part of the reason why Kai had agreed to go with her , had been this - to keep her safe from anyone putting something in her drink or anything like that. He didn’t know if it was paranoia or overprotectiveness , he just knew there is no way he’d let anything happen to her. Y/N was everything to him. He loved her with every cell in his body , more and more each day.
Y/N ran her fingers through her hair jumping up and down to the beat with a cup semi - filled with beer in her hands with her back to the guy while he kept placing his hands on her waist pulling her towards him. Her empty cup fell on the ground and she turned towards the guy keeping him an arms lenght from her , glancing at Kai who was standing not too far away with a cup with beer in his hands. He raised his cup for a moment , not taking his eyes off her. Another song started to play and finally Kai couldn’t take another second of it. He pushed his way through the crown and grabbed her wrist pulling her away from the crowd. As soon as they were in the small hallway , he backed her against the wall , bracing his hand on it and leaned towards her. It was hard for him to keep his anger under control but he tried his best to do so. It wasn’t time or the place for him to let it all go.
Y/N was looking at him with wide eyes , lightly slipping down the wall and Kai had to wrap his arm around her waist , keeping her up.
“Whoops.” she laughed. “I m-may have a bit more to drink. I’m not drunk though -”
“I know you are not sweetheart.” he said calmly. “I wouldn’t have let you get drunk even if you wanted to.”
“My knight in shining armour.” she smiled at him , tapping his nose or at least she thought it was his nose. Kai was slightly blurry at the moment.
Kai laughed under his breath.
“You will sober up pretty fast after we get home, trust me sweetheart.” said Kai brushing his fingers against her cheek. Y/N looked at him with puzzled expression and then started to giggle. She wasn’t drunk exactly , more like lightly buzzed. In a few hours it would all be gone and her mind would be clear once again. He smiled devilishly at her and lifted her up bridal style , carrying her to the car. The entire ride home his girl spent singing along to the radio and trying to get him to sing with her too. Except he felt far away from singing with her in that moment. He kicked the gas pedal harshly , breaking all speeding limits and they got home like 15 minutes earlier than usual.
Kai helped her get out of the car and carried her into the house. Her hands hooked around his neck and she tapped his nose , smiling at him. The sound of the front door closing with a bang making her jump up a bit.
“Too loud.” she muttered squeezing her eyes shut for an instant.
“Sorry princess.” he said quietly. “My hands are full. Couldn’t close it quieter.”
“You are so nice to me.” she said starting to wonder why that was. Her mind had started to clear from the colder air outside and very slowly things were starting to figure things out. “Why ?”
Kai reached their bedroom and let her down on their bed gently , taking her shoes off for her. Something was up and Y/N tried to be on alert but it didn’t work out like she had wanted. She ran her fingers through her hair and propped herself on her elbows as he crawled over her until their eyes were on the same level.
“Sweet innocent Y/N.” he said with a devilish smirk on his face , brushing his fingers against her cheek. “Tell me , did you have fun tonight? Because I didn’t.”
Y/N’s mind started to wake up slowly , sensing the danger and anger heating up the air around Kai in that moment. He appeared calm but that just meant he was even more upset with her than she had thought. It started making sense. Y/N had danced with someone else , someone else had put their hands on her body even though she had pushed them away.
“Kai I’m sorr -”
“Shhhh sweetheart.” he shusshed her , brushing her hair away from her face. Kai reached under their bed pulling ot a thin rope. “Seeing you dance with that guy tonight - Even I am surprised how jealous I got , even more surprised at my self control actually.” he thought for a moment. “No one gets to touch whats mine. Or did you think you’ll get away with letting someone get near you like that ?”
Thought had crossed her mind , but Y/N knew better.
“I spent the entire night trying to figure out the perfect punishment for you.” he cooed. “Forbidding you to touch me never works for long. Forbidding you to touch yourself doesn’t seem to get the lesson in your head either. Who knows. Maybe this time , the lesson will stick and after this you will think twice about letting anyone else who isn’t me touch you or even breath near you..”
Y/N gulped but before she had had time to say a word , Kai’s lips smashed against hers and he drowned her in a kiss. He gripped on her dress , tearing it right off her , and pinned her hands over her head while his hand slipped into her panties. His fingers brushed against her clit drawing slow eights with his thumb while pushing two fingers inside her , pumping them slowly. Y/N looked at him with confusion. If that was to be her punishment every time she did something maybe she’d do it on purpose. No , something was not right.
“I’m only warming up , baby girl. By the time I am done with you , you will feel like you’ve been thrown straight into Hell.” he cooed.
“Wha-what ?”
Kai pulled out his fingers , licking them clean and tore off her panties and her bra tossing them on the ground , then used the thin rope he had pulled from under the bed to tie her wrists together. He left sloppy wet kisses all the way down her neck onto her chest making her arch her back. Y/N tried to move her hands and touch him but he pushed them back up almost instantly.
“No , no , no..” he chuckled. “Don’t move your hands or I will have to double your punishment. God, this will be so much fun … for me at least. You will feel quite sore in the morning.”
Kai parted her legs , brushing his fingers across her heat and spreading her arousal around before burying his head between her legs. His tongue lapped around her clit and then straight down the middle. Y/N closed her eyes fighting the urge to reach her hands and tangle her fingers in his hair , pushing his mouth closer to her.
“Am I being punished or rewarded ?” she wondered, only Kai didn’t answer.
At first he went at a slow steady pace , sliding his tongue inside her in and out while his nose brushed against her clit until she reached her first orgasm. Somehow she managed not to move her hands , holding onto the headboard instead as her back ached off the bed. It was all down south from there. Kai placed his hands on her thighs , holding them apart so tightly there were bound to be bruises the shape of his fingertips later on. Kai sucked and tugged on her clit like crazy , devouring her with a knew kind of hunger , turning her moans into small screams before pushing in two fingers inside her , curling them around slowly and pumping them in and out faster and faster each time , digging in deeper inside her hitting her spot almost every time , getting her to lose whatever self control she had.
“Fuck Kai -”
Kai moaned in response , still sucking on her clit while his fingers assaulted her faster and faster , sending her over the edge again. He didn’t stop or slow down. Somehow he had found a way to go even faster. Y/N’s head was spinning or maybe it was the world spinning , she wasn’t sure which one was the truth. Her whimpers were starting to mix with her screams , his names rolling off her tongue the entire time. Her hips pushed down on his face , wanting him to go faster. Kai was driving her completely mad in that moment. Each time his fingers curled inside her it felt as if he had thrown her into a wild fire and was only adding gasoline to it to make it bigger and bigger. Her walls clenched around his fingers again and another orgasm tore through her body , more intense than the previous one. Y/N’s breathing was all over the place and her heart was beating like a hummingbirds wings. Kai’s eyes were fixed on her the entire time , watching her throw her head back , her eyelids drooping constantly while her mouth hung open. He loved the view before him way too much to stop now or ever.
Y/N reached her hands trying to push him away for a minute only , so she can catch her breath but it was useless. First - she wasn’t strong enough in general , let alone in that moment when all her bones felt as if they had somehow melted , second - Kai used magic to pin her hands over her head again before she had had the time to reach him. He wiped his mouth with his thumb , glancing at her. He could hear her heart beating like crazy and see her back had arched so high off the bed there was space under her to place a pillow , maybe even two one on top of the other. Kai placed his hand on her stomach and pinned her down to the bed without stopping for a second.
“K-Kai s-stop.” she whimpered , feeling another release approaching fast. Her walls contracted around him again and the burning feeling between her legs had build up so much there was a chance she might spontaneously burst into flames.
Kai shook his head. “You didn’t. Why should I ?”
“No.” he said sternly , replacing his fingers with invisible ones , only slighly slowing down from the speed he had been going with , as he stripped down quickly. His fingers wrapped around his shaft , pumping himself seeing his girl getting closer another orgasm. A smile spread across his face seeing the wet spot on the sheets. Even with him between her legs cleaning up her arousal , there had been enough of it to drip down. “I might switch up your punishments permanently to this. You look so hot right now , coming undone over and over again under my touch - ”
He crawled over her in vampire speed and entered her at once making her scream out. His eyes met hers for a second here and there as her eyelids kept dropping and her eyes were rolling in her head. Her walls contracted around him again and a groan escaped his lips at the feeling.
Y/N was starting to see white and the world around her slowly started to dissolve as she reached another orgasm coming around Kai , who kept thrusting in and out of her , rougher and deeper each time - cheating every few thrusts using his vampirism to go even faster , hitting her spot almost every time. On top of that , he pressed his thumb on her clit drawing rough eights matching his thrusts , pushing her towards another orgasm. The longer this went on the clearer it got what her punishment was , only somehow it kept slipping her mind until finally the thought pushed its way through to the surface. He wasn’t going to stop until she passed out.
“K-Kai .. I c-can’t” she begged him again , a tear falling down her cheek.
“Should’ve thought about the consequences , sweetheart.” he grunted , his lenght twitching inside her. Kai wrapped his fingers around her neck lightly holding her in place, his thumb lightly brushing her cheek right after wiping the tear away. The closer to her next release she got , the more the world started to dissappear around her. Y/N felt as if she was floating on a cloud made out of fire , an impossible concept but one that felt very real to her in that moment. Her heart was pounding like crazy while Kai kept pumping in and out of her , feeling his lenght twitch almost at the same time her walls contracted around him. Her swollen clit was starting to hurt to the touch and there was a slight pain starting to show up between her legs from Kai’s rough thrusts. It all felt incredible but Y/N’s mind wasn’t clear enough to enjoy it completely. Somehow Kai had managed to cloud it completely. Her hands dropped over her head unable to hold on to the headboard anymore , feeling numb from the strain.
Kai’s next words came to her ears as if from underwater.
“Just a little longer sweetheart.” he said , wiping away another tear from her cheek.
A few moments later another orgasm tore through her body , but she couldn’t keep herself awake anymore and the world around her turned black.
Kai kept pounding in and out of her for a few more seconds until he reached his high , finishing off both of them before collapsing onto the bed next to her. For a few minutes he caught his breath , listening to Y/N’s heartbeat very slowly starting to return to normal. He pulled the covers over them and turned to his side , not taking his eyes off her. His fingers untied her hands and brushed against her cheek for a moment.
“I hate that you made me do this to you.” whispered Kai , trailing her jawline with his fingertips and then her soft lips. “I’ll make it up to you , I promise.”

* * *

A few hours passed and Kai stayed awake watching over her. Not only he had gotten his girl to pass out from pushing it too far , but it appeared he had drained all energry from her body and instead of waking up , she had drifted off into sleep. Y/N woke up nearly at sunrise , squeezing her eyes a few times before opening them only to find her boyfriend leaning over her with a worried look on his face.
“Hey babe.” said Kai softly. “How are you feeling ?”
Y/N stared at him for a few moments , not saying a word. The answer to his question was sore but amazing , but the longer she didn’t answer him the more Kai started to panic. She tried very very hard not to give away her reaction and to keep a poker face. Kai snaked his hand around her stomach and Y/N shivered a little , feeling her skin still super sensitive after everything that had happened the night before.
“I made you vanilla chocolate chip cupcakes with blue frosting and I got you your favourite gummy bears.” he said. “You know , those blue ones. The guy at the store was very upset I had demanded just blue gummy bears. What is it with you and blue food anyways ?”
Y/N bit the inside of her cheek trying hard not to start laughing. It was all because of a book series she liked , somehow it had transferred into reality and now whenever she saw blue food , it would take her back to a happy place and remind her of that book character she loves. However , she had never told him the reason why , not matter how many times he asked her. It was her little secret.
“Anyways , I compelled him and now every single blue gummy bear is waiting for you right there along with a couple of those cupcakes I made you. I even decorated them with tiny white sprinkles and a couple sugar made sea shells.” he said smiling , pointing at her nightstand. “And I’m making you breakfast… and lunch. But I am not letting you leave the bed or touch the gummy bears before you answer my question. H-how are you feeling ?”
“Like I want to bite the head off every single blue gummy bear.” she smiled at him.
Kai sighed and smiled back at her.
“I’m glad you want to bite their heads off and not mine for wha-”
Y/N brushed her palm against his cheek kissing him softly. Kai responded immidiately , pulling her closer to him deeping the kiss. For a moment his girl flinched in pain , clearly a little sore from the night before. Nevertheless , her lips never left his and she kissed him more demanding by the second , as if trying to pull the air from his lungs , tugging at his lip at the end of the kiss.
“Never again.” she said feeling out of breath , gazing into his sexy blue eyes. “I’m never ever again letting anyone other than you get close to me. But you still owe me … like two more packs with blue gummy bears - only.
Kai started getting up and Y/N grabbed his wrist pulling him back onto the bed on top of her. His yes sparkled like never before and he was smiling widely at her.
“Not now.” she laughed , tangling her fingers in his locks. “Pass me a cupcake please ?”
He brushed his nose against hers , kissing her forehead gently and rolled onto the bed next to her , helping her sit up before reaching for one of the cupcakes. Kai picked the one with the sugar sea shells. Y/N reached for it but he didn’t let her.
“Nah-uh.” he said taking the cupcake away from her , watching her pout. “I’ll feed you or you will get frosting all over your face like last time.”
“No , I won’t.”
Kai tilted his head and both of them stared at each other until finally Y/N gave up. He let her take a bite , resulting in blue frosting sticking to her nose. He couldn’t helpt but laugh. “Whoops.”
Y/N swiped some of the frosting from the cupcake with her finger getting ready to tap his nose , reaching his lips instead.
“I love you , I love you , I love you - You are the best boyfriend ever.” she said smiling while Kai licked her fingers clean and wiped the frosting from her nose with his thumb. “Kiss me…”
Kai smiled at her and leaned in towards her , not realising Y/N’s fingers had reached for the cupcake in his hand. In the end the cupcake smashed against Kai’s face instead of her lips. His girl looked at him innocently.
“Whoops. Now we’re even.” she said winking at him. “By the way… what you did last night -”
“Yes?” said Kai smashing his lips against hers in a surprise attack getting frosting all over her face too.
“ - was awesome.” she finished.
Kai grinned at her. “You are not going to get me jealous again just to get me to punish you like that , are you ? Cuz if you want me to set you on fire like that again , all you have to do is ask.”
A mischevious spark flashed in her eyes for a second and she brushed her fingers through his soft hair, seeing his eyes widen with excitement at her next words.
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.