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“My name is Natalie and I live in Baltimore, MD, I’m 21 and I go to the Maryland Institute College of Art. I study textile, costume and fashion design. Thought you’d be interested in this jacket I made a couple years ago. It was inspired by the Man Eaters in She-Devils on Wheels. I’ve made other custom jackets, but this is probably my favorite.”

Hello Giggles: From Our Readers: This Modern Love

I am so thankful that Cortney McDevitt wrote this article and the closing argument:

“Yes, we may be in the midst of the glorious rise of women, a wave she and I and every single one of our girlfriends are riding to the top, and yes, we may be seeing a corresponding decline in the number of “marriagable” men, and yes, we may very well be living in a time when the “traditional” marriage and family model isn’t really all that necessary…but that doesn’t mean we can’t want it. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t, as capable and independent, financially and emotionally stable women, want it. That doesn’t mean we can’t look at these statistics and these studies in the face and say yeah, but we know damn well, that love – intimate, equal, romantic, ass-kicking love  exists. I’m as sure of that as I am of the four out of five sets of my best friends’ parents who are still married, all 40-something years later. I’m as sure of that as I am of the fact that this April I’ll walk down the aisle as a bridesmaid for the sixth time. And I’m sure that even as an evolved, competent, professional woman, who may not need a man it’s ok if I still believe in love.

Because we as women should be allowed to achieve the life we want and still find love. Above is my comment I posted in response to the articles that she relayed in the article because I feel those articles are once again creating double standards for men and making women seem at fault. The world isn’t black and white people, it is a colorful rainbow. so you may be upset about my comment but I stand firmly behind it along with independent women who strive for excellence and love in world.


Shatter Me (Series) by Tahereh Mafi

We’ve heard about Tahereh Mafi’s poetic prose bursting with beautiful metaphors and lyrical passion from many of our readers, so we decided to read the Shatter Me series this year, which we recently completed! Meet Juliette, a seventeen-year-old girl who possess a unique, powerful ability, she can’t control. The last time she touched another human being on accident, The Reestablishment imprisoned her for murder.

Locked away for 264 days, she is alone and lonely. A journal she keeps hiding beneath her mattress is her only piece of survival and sanity. Before she was locked up, Juliette lived in a world, which was deteriorating into chaos. Months later, the sky is a different color, and Juliette may the be only the solution to The Reestablishment. She must make a choice between obtaining personal freedom or helping a society, which deemed her a monster.  

Although, there are comparisons to X-Men’s Rogue, Juliette doesn’t fully reveal her potential at first. But Mafi has an uncanny ability to write characters, whose blood is boiling and seem realer than paper. They are flesh and bones. We love Mafi’s extensive use of metaphors and agonizing beautiful prose. There’s a little bit of everything. You will encounter romance, dystopian, science-fiction and even supernatural elements. We recommend Shatter Me to YA readers and anybody who is a true logophile. Mafi’s words dance beautifully on paper and in the heart.

Read excerpts from the book here!

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100 Reasons Why - 02

BTS 방탄소년단 - Soulmate!AU

Warnings -  polyamorous relationships, swearing, smut

Summary - Love is a powerful thing. Let it settle under your skin and in your bones. Let it live, let it breathe. Do not beat it down and know that your love doesn’t reach one person, but everyone around you.

Glossary - 01. 02. 03. 0405. 06

Coffee had kept you awake through college and then into the real world afterwards. It was a go to for late nights spent in front of your computer or notepad when ideas never stopped flowing or were never there at all. Which is why Hoseok loves finding new coffee shops to bring you to. He says that if coffee makes you happy, then he’ll buy you it every day. Even though Hoseok’s bubbly personality has never needed the caffeine as you do, he loves getting you the addicting beverage.  

”So, there’s this one shop near your favorite library up the street. Apparently a lot of college kids like it so I thought I’d try to bring you early in case it gets busy. I know how you feel about crowds.” Hoseok wraps a scarf around your neck. It’s so thick you could hide your entire face in it if you wanted. “You have to stay warm, I don’t want you to get sick especially after being out in the rain.”

It’s been two weeks but Hoseok is still worrying over your health. Heat rises in your cheeks and you look down, view of the floor blocked from the humongous scarf. You feel lucky to have Hoseok, who takes care of you even when you don’t deserve it. With a proud smile, Hoseok steps back, admiring his work. You’re practically a marshmallow in the huge coat and hat he’s put on you. But you’re warm, inside and out, so you thank Hoseok and make your way into the living room.

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“How do I make homemade egg replacer?”

These days, with all kinds of allergies seemingly on the rise, we hear this question from our readers and customers on a regular basis.

“I’d love to make these [insert your favorite baked good], but I don’t do eggs. What can I substitute?”

The answer is both simple – and complex.

Simple, because a perfectly good egg replacer is easily made from just two ingredients: flax meal, and water.

Complex, because you wouldn’t want to use it in EVERY baked good calling for eggs; so you need to use both knowledge and experience to determine which recipes are suitable candidates for the flax/water fix – and which aren’t.

But don’t stress; we’re here to help you.

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Book Mania is planning to host a Book Exchange Program, but of course we would like to hear from our readers’ thoughts and suggestions first.

We haven’t finalized a plan yet but we want to ask you some basic questions and go on from there!

1. Would you be interested to join a Book Exchange Program?

2. Would you be interested in swapping with someone from another country?

3. Would you be willing to cover the shipping expenses of the book whether local or international, as long as you will also get a book in return?


Autostraddle’s Ultimate Infographic Guide to Dead Lesbian Characters on TV

Riese’s overwhelming list of 148 dead lesbian and bisexual TV characters has been instrumental in driving home the frustration and helplessness queer women feel when we’re subjected to this trope. As her list spread around the internet, so did the pleas from our readers to dig even deeper and provide more context and stats about Bury Your Gays, so, with the help of TV Intern Karly, that’s what I’ve spent the last many sleepless nights doing.

To make it onto the infographic below, a character had to meet two requirements: 1) She had to be on more than one episode of a show, and 2) the show had to be available to American TV audiences, even if it wasn’t produced in the United States. (Lost Girl, for example, came to U.S. TV via Syfy and Skins did the same through BBC America.) It took weeks to compile all of this data (years, really, because more than half of it is just stored in my brain), and we didn’t have the time or resources to dig into the full canon of international TV. Those two qualifications account for the differences between Riese’s list (which includes all characters, including single-episode ones, from every country) and this one.

One Over the Eight


We’re glad you enjoyed our first release! Thank you for all the new follows!

This time, we bring you HaruRin goodies!

Title: One Over the Eight

Artist: HAGI

Summary: It’s the first time Haru has seen Rin so drunk. What will he do when Rin asks for more than a glass of water?

Ship: HaruRin

Rating: R-18

WARNING: This doujinshi contains drunk sex with one of the parties not entirely lucid. If this is something that bothers you, please turn back now.

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so now I should say this… thank you. For letting go. For walking away. Thank you for finally giving me the freedom that I was so weak to fight for. I could never push you away, and sadly, you will never know everything that I could do for you, that I could give you. The moment you walked out on me, you gave me the right to give my love to someone else. So thank you.

That’s where our forever ends.


Pairing: Dean X Reader

Word Count: 1,518

Warnings: Mild language, Death, Reference to sex

After waking up you took a moment to assess your situation. A god damn demon had jumped you the moment you had set foot in the warehouse, just the one mind you. Your body was aching all over but, thankfully, no broken bones just a bruise blossoming on your cheek and a split lip from where the demon asshole had knocked you out cold. Your cheek was pressed against the damp floor as you listened for movement, breathing, any sign that you weren’t alone in the room. Having decided it was safe, you opened your eyes quickly scanning the room just encase your senses had failed you, but the room was clear. It wasn’t until you were hoisting yourself off of the floor that you felt an uncomfortable sensation in your side which built to a white hot pain in a matter of seconds causing you to cry out abruptly, almost falling to floor again before you managed to grab one of the beams jutting down from the ceiling, red with rust.

 “(Y/N), (Y/N) is that you?” Called a voice, followed by footsteps growing closer and closer.

“In here” You had intended to shout the words but they came out as a whisper, scratching your throat as they came out. Regardless of your inability to use the volume control on your voice, the door flung open and he stepped through. Arm outstretched, gun in hand, sweeping the room the same way you had not 5 minutes ago. Slowly his posture relaxed slightly, lowering the gun. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t happy to see him, not that you’d tell him that, as far he was concerned you were acquaintances, his brothers best friend, and nothing more.  But my god was he pretty and then he opens his mouth…

“God damn it (Y/N) I thought I told you to stay put at the motel”

“Yeah okay Dean like I was gonna stay there while you and Sammy looked in the wrong place, what if somebody else was killed because you were too damn prideful to admit that I was right? Huh? ” Your voice rising “If you had just pulled your head out of yo-”

“You wanna do this now? Really (Y/N)? Really? Can’t you just let me rescue you and we’ll do this when we get to the car” His voice at an angry whisper.

“I am not a god damn damsel in distress” If there was anything in that building other than two of you it sure as hell knew where you were now.

“Let me help you”

“NO” You near enough shouted, you were sick of being a burden to the brothers. They went through enough without you screwing up their crap all the time. With that you pushed yourself away from the beam and began to walk towards the door. Only, as you moved the pain that had reduced to a barely manageable stinging came back at full force causing your legs to fold beneath you. Dean’s arm wrapped around your waist quickly, his hand grabbing yours to pull your own arm across his broad shoulders making you more stable.

“Hey, HEY, what’s wrong with you? Are you hurt?” The concern was clear in his face, you would have laughed if the pain wasn’t making you feel like you were going to throw up. Dean Winchester? Concerned about you? You must be having a laugh. Wait, scratch that, you were laughing. A lot, almost cackling in fact. You were laughing manically and you couldn’t stop, it was like you didn’t have control of your body’s actions.

“(Y/N) what the hell? Are you hurt or not?”

 Dean’s face twisted in to a confused expression which, in all honesty, was really rather cute and briefly made you forget about your slight predicament, until…

“Sorry cupcake, (Y/N)’s not here right now but I’d be more than happy to take a message for her” your eyes flashing black. Oh shit, so that’s why you hadn’t been tied up. The asshole had possessed you. A momentarily shell shocked Dean froze, a quiet “Son of a bitch” passing his lips before he sprang in to action, pulling the demon knife out of his waist band holding it out.

“Get out of her now.” He all but growled, “how’d you even get in her? She has an an-”

“Anti-possession tattoo?” The demon finished for him, lifting your shirt slightly to show several slashes in your side which ran through the tattoo, breaking the seal. “I guess you could say it wasn’t working for me” a sly smile creeping across its, your face.

“I swear to God if you hurt her I’ll-”

“You’ll what, Dean? I made a good choice picking her. Didn’t I? You can’t hurt me without hurting her and we both know that’s the last thing you want to do. Although, the only person who doesn’t know that is (Y/N). Tut tut tut Dean. What are they going to think of you?” The demon was moving closer to Dean. You couldn’t do anything, you were trapped in your own body, don’t hurt him, please.

“Shut up” Dean spat, grimacing, he was so focused on the demons words he wasn’t noticing how close it was.

“Falling for your little brother’s best friend, I mean really Dean, talk about cliché” Wait, what?

“I said shut it” His teeth were clenched together so hard you thought they might break, the demon close enough to touch him now. Leave him alone.

“You know Dean, I wasn’t going to hurt you but all she keeps saying in here is ‘don’t hurt him’, ‘leave him alone’ and it’s all just a bit, well, repetitive”

With a flick of its wrist Dean was sent flying backwards in to one of the beams, crumpling at the bottom of it. No, stop, please stop you don’t have to hurt him you were screaming in your head. The demon simply chuckled

“Oh but I do.”

 Bending over it picked up the knife Dean had dropped, crouching in front of him and waving it in his face.

“Don’t worry sweetheart I’ll spare your pretty face, it is the only thing you got going for you after all.” It stood up, smiling sinisterly at him before pinning him to the beam, dragging him up it until he was at his usual height.

“Hey what do you think (Y/N)? Should I take it nice and slow or make it a quickie? If you ask me, I don’t reckon he’d last that long”

“What you askin’ her for? Don’t I get a vote?” No

“What do you suggest?” No

Hard and fast all the way sweetheart” No. How can he be giving up this easily?

“Well I’m not one to deny a dead man’s wish” That arsehole, doesn’t he get this isn’t going just affect him. You were angry, intensely angry. Had he not even considered what this would do to you, to Sammy? The demon raised your arm, blade in hand, ready to go through Dean’s heart. Smiling it swung the knife. The metal cut through flesh easily whilst the screams, cut the air in jagged shapes, piercing your ears. He fell to the floor. Then his eyes opened. He looked up at you shocked, first at your face and then at the knife in your stomach. You had taken control. At the last minute, you had managed to veer the knife away from Dean’s heart and in to your abdomen, killing the demon. With shaking hands, you pulled the knife out of you, allowing it slip from your fingers and clatter against the hard floor as your body started to become limp.

“No, no, no, no. What did you do?” He gently wrapped his arms around you and lowered you to the floor before you could fall. His movements frantic as he searched to apply pressure to your wound.

“I saved you, told you I wasn’t a damsel in distress”

He chuckled a little at that, although his eyes were beginning to shine slightly,

“yeah you told me, what would I do without you?” He paused. “What am I going to do without you?” That’s when the first tear fell, though you were quick to wipe it away.

“Shh don’t cry, you’re supposed to be the stuff of nightmares. If word gets round you were crying over me the monsters won’t think you’re so scary anymore” your voice dropped to a whisper as your eyelids became heavier.

“You can’t die, you’re not going to die. CAS. Just hold on for me, come on (Y/N) we need you. Me and Sammy need you. CAS where are you? You son of a bitch” More tears were falling now as he called for Cas, you knew that the angel was your only hope of surviving this but you just smiled slightly.

“Hey, HEY, stay awake for me come on please, just keep talking to me please. CAS”

“I guess it is kind of cliché”

“What is?”

“Falling for your best friends brother” and with that your eyes fluttered shut for the last time.

We just launched our Patreon! 

We’d been getting some e-mails and occasional tweets telling us to set up a Patreon… well, we did it. The truth is that, despite the freelance we do, the majority of our income comes from you– our readers! And so we thought that a Patreon would help us refocus ourselves on our personal work. There are a couple of different pledge levels and various goals to hit, and we did a short animated video for it because we like you! But also because I cut my lip SUPER BAD shaving and that’s a bad video look… Oops. Check it out! And thank you for your support!

anonymous asked:

Is getting a Sak Yant tattoo by a buddhist monk in a temple considered cultural appropriation?

Here are some (but not all) of the questions that you need to be able to answer honestly before a person should consider this step:

Are you Buddhist? Do you specifically follow the tenets of Cambodian and Thai Buddhism? Do you know Thai or Khmer, and can speak with the monks about the rules you must follow after getting the tattoo? If you are white, have you taken part in Thai or Cambodian religious customs and grappled with your place in a history of Westerners fucking with southeast Asian politics and culture? Similarly, if you are white, have you grappled with the history of degradation and exoticization which leads not only to Thai culture being exploited, but Thai PEOPLE being exploited both in their own country and elsewhere?  Are you willing to follow the traditional rules of abstention? Do you understand that you are making a serious pact that could have spiritual repercussions?

There are probably other questions that you should ask yourself about this, these are the ones G came up with off the top of their head.

In short, you need to recognize and deal with the fact that white westerners have used Asian cultures to get their fix of the exotic and magical for centuries. This has had serious repercussions for Asians in the diaspora, where their traditions are used to degrade them, but are pretty and magical on non-Asian people, not to mention the repercussions for those countries’ economic, cultural and political spheres.

The lunch incident...

I made a short comic of @poubelle-squelette party incident ch 24 i apologize for the crappy or non-existent backgrounds i promise i will learn more :’)

Anyways hope you like, cause i made myself cry drawing this, and oh a bonus:

Writer chan i hope you are proud of yourself, cause i am gonna sue for attempted murder

Dream a Little Dream

Request: So there was a one shot you did a while ago with sam and the reader was from this dimension but she was put into theirs. Could you do one pretty much exactly like that but a Dean x reader instead? And there was a mention of them being her hero in that one too. Could you put a little more emphasis on that? Like they actually saved my life andthey don’t even know j exist lol. And if you do smut could you do that too? Sorry (falloutassbutt)

Author’s Note: Sure thing! I’m not very good at smut, but I did my best (it’s only a small part of this story, though). Almost finished this story, I decided to make it a part of “The Stuff of Stories” series for a twist to the storyline there. However, you do not need to read the other parts in order to read this story. If you do, here they are: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Song: “Wake Up With Me” by Gabrielle Aplin

Words: 3124

Written by: Castielle

Pairing: Dean x Reader + Sam Winchester

Your name: submit What is this?

Your last name: submit What is this?

The car came hurtling towards you at such a great speed that you wondered if you would be shattered into pieces when it hit you. Or perhaps it would be so fast that you would not feel any pain at all.

But when it did hit, although it wasn’t until that you were flat on your back that you felt the pain, it did hurt. It hurt a lot. You felt such pain shooting from your body that you couldn’t help screaming.

You were still screaming when you sat up in bed. A bed. Wait, whose bed was this? Where were you? You blinked a couple of times and looked around.

The room wasn’t very large, but it was cozy. There was a bedside table, a chest of drawers on one wall… and guns on the other wall? Your eyebrows wrinkled in confusion as you saw a chair with a plaid shirt hanging over it.

You didn’t have any more time to consider the situation because a man came rushing into the room.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” he asked, his tone concerned.

Your mouth dropped. No, it couldn’t be. It couldn’t be… Jensen Ackles. Jensen Freaking Beautiful Ackles. Jensen Ackles with a wife and kids. Jensen Ackles who played your most favourite character in the world on the TV show Supernatural.

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