get at me i dare you

Long Distance

Okay, okay, okay, so, like, I wasn’t too fond of the new season, but consider- 

Lance missing Keith so much that he starts going into Red just to kind of, like, help with the loneliness. And then he gets really daring and tries contacting Keith from Red. And, you know, he gets through, and they just start talking long distance–in private–every few “days” or so. And they get closer that way, because a little more distance between each other puts things in perspective. And suddenly Keith isn’t so annoying and Lance looks forward to talking to him, not just to making fun of him, and he admits that he thought they were just starting to get along when Keith left. And Keith is all “it’s just easier for me to push people away first, you know? I wasn’t cut out for the Black Lion, it’d happen eventually.” And Lance is, just, NO! And they get closer and closer but it’s terrible because they’re far apart and Keith wants to keep that way, but Lance misses him SO MUCH! 

Also, like, trying to touch through the screen? And- and- and! I know there are lots of other romantic tropes here, but I can’t think of any more! Suggestions? Maybe I’ll write a fic. 

Early Riser.

Authors Note: Shawn Master List found HERE

He’s an early riser, always managing to seize the sunrise on the mornings he’s home with you. You have never quite understood how he can be such a morning person and wake up at such early hours. It is like a ritual for him to catch the rising of the sun, to see the shades washing over from dark to light. Maybe it is the tranquillity and quietness he desires or maybe it’s the concept of a new day, a new beginning, that he considerably appreciates— Afterall, sunrises and sunsets are some of the earth most impressive creations that are always a constant.

You aren’t much on mornings, you much prefer the comfort of the covers than the enjoyment of the sunrise, but when he is home, you do your best to pry yourself from the warmth of the bed to incur the morning with him.

Your eyes open when you attempt to discover Shawn within the bed but his side of the bed is bleak and bare. You sigh and rub the sleep from your eyes, your body stretching out before you allow your feet to pad against the floorboards of the bedroom. You step out of the bedroom and wander down the placid hallway before you reach the kitchen.

While observing the tones of the morning sky the sun provides, he’s standing in the kitchen with grey sweatpants loosely around his hips, his body exposed— his shirt long gone and waddled up on the bedroom floor.

He’s preparing breakfast, smirking to himself because he knows the aroma of food is enough to bring you bounding around the corner and out of bed, even if it is at such an ungodly hour. You’re both aware that you’re not much of a morning person, more Shawn is very cognizant of your cantankerous tendencies.

Your eyes stare at him as he moves around the kitchen, his body speaking to you in languages you can’t fathom.

Oh, his body— how it is a masterpiece chiselled by the God above.

You shuffle closer and wrap your arms around his torso from behind, “morning,” he murmurs softly as you caress your lips to his broad shoulders, the taste of his delicate skin lingering on your lips as you inhale his scent.

“Morning,” you whisper as you take in his warmth and rest against his back,

“You know, you’re going to have to unwrap yourself from me, darling. Kind of need to cook,” Shawn snickers and you heavily sigh, the concept of having to let go of him not settling with you.

You let out a muffled groan and leisurely unwrap your arms from around him.

You step away from him and watch as he sways around the kitchen, his mind anchored on the breakfast being prepared. You sit up on the counter and observe his movements, from the way he’s light on his feet, to the way his back muscles manifest exceptionally well with each movement. You honestly just can’t help but admire him.

“Staring isn’t nice, hon.” Shawn turns around on his heel to face you, his eyes glimmering into yours as you bite your lip and give him an ingenuous grin.

“I was merely gawking,” you shake your head, “Plus, it’s hard not too, you’re prancing around here shirtless with your pants loosely around those hips,” you sigh, gesturing towards his attire that is breathtakingly attractive.

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “I’m in sweatpants, I am not prancing,” he chuckles, stepping towards the cupboard to grab two plates.

“And you look damn hot in them,” You inform him as he again rolls his eyes at your comment.

“Breakfast is served, and no sly comments from you, behave yourself,” he warns you, taking note of your devious grin and gleaming eyes, well aware of your tendency to throw out astute, dirty comments on occasions.

You subtly lick your lips and keep your devious annotations to yourself, enabling your eyes to do all the talking as they continue to gleam at him. He stops himself in front of you and caresses his hands to your waists.

“Haven’t gotten my good morning kiss, yet,” he comments, leaning closer and caressing his delicate lips against yours. The kiss is courteous and sweet, just a prompt, ‘good morning, I love you,’ type of kiss.

He draws away and gingerly lifts you up off the countertop and presses your feet to the cool tiles of the kitchen. “Since you’re awake early, we have things to do today,” Shawn informs you as you shuffle yourself towards the food and the stools.

You sit up on the stool and frown, your intentions of a lazy day entirely being overthrown in a matter of seconds, “We have things to do?” You question as he stands opposite you, nodding his head and shifting your plate of food closer to you.

“Can we do the things on my mind first?” You cheekily question, amused when he bites his lip and forces himself to shake his head, “Ouch, way to go in letting me down gently,” you chuckle, delighted as he groans and heavily huffs.

“We have things to do,” … “We have to go grocery shopping, something you added to our list, we have to go taste cakes for the wedding, look at more houses, see your parents, and I have to help my sister move her stuff into my old bedroom,” Shawn names off a few of the thing that you two have to do and you pout your lips, your notions being of the more fun nature than his.

“But, you look so good in those pants and I just want to tear them off,” you sigh, doing your best to bat your eyes at him.

“Behave,” he snickers, ignoring your bright eyes and your pouty lips. He knows what you’re trying to do, just like you know that if you continue, you will get your way.

“You’re just teasing me, waking me up early with a nice breakfast, wearing those pants, and now you’re right in front of me on display.” You innocently gesture towards him, his eyes once again rolling at your comments.

“The quicker we get these things done, the quicker I am all yours.”

You raise a brow, already eager to have him all to yourself. “Hmm, all mine?“ 

He nods in agreement, "Yes, I promise.”

“No sudden studio sessions or gym run?”

“Nope, all yours.” .. “But, we have to hurry up because it is already eight,” Shawn comments with a mouthful of food, his eyes religiously watching the time. 

One thing for sure is, he hates being late, and he hates being off schedule. Once he sets a schedule he has to stick to it.

“I swear you’re one of those people who insists the early bird gets the worm,” you murmur and he nods, opening his mouth for a moment to speak but quickly closing it. “Anyway. Since we have to taste test for cakes today, we should probably knock out the menu for the guests and while you’re moving your sister’s stuff, I’ll get her opinion on the bridesmaid dresses.” You coincide with his list of things, your eyes finally prying themselves from his good looks and charmingly teasing pants.  

“Seems like a plan, you finish up, I am going to get dressed,” He leans over and kisses your forehead. “I will try not to wear anything too attractive since you already can’t keep your eyes off me this morning," 

"Oh, pfft.. Don’t flatter yourself,” You jokingly comment, “But, as a fair warning, if you wear one of your button-downs, we aren’t leaving the house.” You chime with a grin, the image of him in a button-down already making your head spin. 

There are certain articles of clothing that you find it hard to resist him in and he has come to realise which shirts really get you going.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare, that’s like you wearing that damn black dress,” he mutters, “Come on, time is ticking,” he instructs, pushing himself away from the counter and walking away towards the hallway to get to the bedroom… 

anonymous asked:

I was thinking over what you said about finding spaces not involved in culture wars. Is this really okay? During the past year when I tried bonding with strangers it turned out they're all anti-kink or aphobic or something. My ex bff called me a "freak" over kink discourse. So I decided I only need my few trusted friends. Others are hostile filth. But some said isolating myself is unhealthy. Is that true? I can't handle the heat, so I should stay out of the kitchen... But it's kind of lonely.

I was thinking over what you said about finding spaces not involved in culture wars. Is this really okay?


So I decided I only need my few trusted friends. Others are hostile filth. 


Knowing people from a wide range of backgrounds, and being politically and socially involved, can be healthy or it can be unhealthy. When it means getting into constant fights over your own private life with people who are calling you a freak, it’s unhealthy, and prioritizing relationships with people who don’t treat you that way is a great idea. But I do have some worries about the ways you’re thinking of it here.

Most people are not hostile filth. It might be that most people cannot be a good friend to you. Most people you’ve interacted with have treated you poorly, and it is okay to decide that you don’t want to interact with them. But lots of people are trying, from the tiny corner of human experiences which they have seen and which they understand, to paint the lines in a way that makes for a good world full of human flourishing. They often suck at it. It’s okay to be annoyed at how much they suck at it; it’s okay to look out at the world and go ‘come on, you could try just the tiniest bit harder to understand me and then you wouldn’t be hurting me constantly and I am sick and tired of your best because your best sucks’.

I think ‘most people are not terrible, and most people are trying to be kind and good’ is sometimes an incredibly threatening thing to say. Some people have been taught that the only reason they can cut someone out of their life is because they are terrible. So saying ‘no, they aren’t terrible’ is saying ‘I deny your excuse for not having that person in your life’. The thing is, it doesn’t matter if someone is the greatest, most virtuous, most loving, most dedicated person in the universe, if being around them is not pleasant for you you get to stop doing it. Once you believe that, it is a lot less threatening to believe that most people are well-meaning and decent.

So I think you should feel more okay with not interacting with people and also less inclined to think of those people as hostile filth, and I sort of expect those to be related to each other.

And this also seems relevant to your feeling lonely and isolated. I think there is a world of difference between ‘spending time with these people makes me unhappy, and so I don’t want to do it’ and ‘these are bad people’. Feeling like everyone in the world except a few trusted friends is a bad person is absolutely going to be isolating! You can’t dare let your current relationships slip through your hands, because they’re the only people who aren’t terrible in an ocean of terrible! You can’t casually enjoy a non-political talk with a stranger, because they are terrible and might turn on you! That sounds exhausting!

The healthier way to think about this is ‘I get to decide whether interacting with someone is making me happy or making me sad. If it’s making me sad, I get to stop. I don’t have to put up with people who hurt me for the sake of ‘not isolating myself’. Correspondingly, I don’t have to cut someone out of my life for being ‘bad’ if interacting with them makes me happy. I can just decide who I want to spend time with, and deciding not to spend time with someone is not judging them unworthy or evil, it’s just noticing that I don’t like spending time with them.’

This is categorically always okay. It can still be isolating, if you notice that all of the people around you make you sad, and in that case I urge you to look for people who don’t, because it is definitely important to have people who you actually like interacting with. But I think it will be less isolating than ‘most people are bad and so either I interact with them anyway because it is virtuous or I avoid them and feel lonely’, because it takes the ‘badness’ and ‘virtuousness’ out of the question and lets you just ask yourself what you want

I was watching baby videos and those two made me think of Touken family

Kaneki and Margarita:

Carlos (Blue) and Antonio (Yellow):

Mod S:

First of all, how dare you send these adorable videos to make our hearts burst. HDU. :P

Second, okay, Margarita is super attached to Kaneki, so that is definitely them in that video. Only he can calm her down and there’s no doubt he spoils her rotten. What his princess wants, his princess gets.

Third, that video of those boys cracked me up. NAILED IT. No crib can contain Carlos and he’s always showing off his mischievous side. This he got from Touka…


As always I DARE you to expose me and spread me. Don’t let me hide from what I am. Ruin me and humiliate me. I bet this won’t get 1000 notes by Halloween. I want to hear your comments on my pics. Remind me what a pathetic sissy slut I am. That locked inside my 1.5 inch cage I am no man.

Come on I am begging you all to spread my pics and expose me and ruin me. Please I need it. Please I beg. Reblog, save, spread post this everywhere.

Kik tiffanyminxcosplay
Fetlife tiffanyisaslut6969
Boy name is David.
Lives in Cleveland ohio

anonymous asked:

Imagine being this disgusting and ignoring the fact that a lot of people who support Concept!Mercy Angelo with Genji are POC and queer MOC themselves. But by all means, let's ignore and invalidate that fact just to be racist as fuck and ignore their voices and their say on the matter. But then again, it's just par for the course for you white people to dismiss us and talk over us like that. Also, you're a centrist, which means you probably think punching Nazis is bad too. You're disgusting.

yeah no you don’t get to come into my inbox and call me racist and then immediately call me a nazi when my grandparents helped fight against them and i’m literally a gay dude

get some fucking lucio ships if you actually care that much about ships with queer moc and acting like this is the first thing you’ve ever gotten

and don’t you dare, don’t you FUICKING DARE sit there and pretend the majority of people are gay poc dudes are the people shipping this. don’t you fucking dare feed me this sasunaru, akuroku tier fucking bullshit and tell me actual gay dudes want this

get the fuck out of here you disgusting fujo, don’t pretend to be a gay dude again

like actually get the fuck out of here with your “no no it’s totally gay men shipping this basic bitch, bottom-of-the-barrel, blushy-flowery-uguu yaoi bullshit”

choke on my jockstrap you fucking fujo

boysnbooty replied to your post “i’ve been thinking a ton today about how as far as we know, shiro has…”

Omg, what if that was Keith’s mom’s purpose? Then she got stuck there for years and had a kid before being rescued by her ppl. How dare you make me think this deep.


i want this fic, where shiro (who’s maybe an artificial life form created to be an earth human or something idk) from the beginning was part of a galra effort to obtain the lions. keith’s mom, having planted baby shiro here, gets stuck on earth, falls in love with some human, and has his kid. then she disappears back off into space. 

keith and shiro, lonely childhood friends who have no idea of their extraterrestrial origins


Describe myself using only pictures currently saved in my phone

I was tagged by @sugassquish ty bb ily sorry this took so long!!!

  1. Sope makes me soft
  2. My life is a train wreck but I try to hide it ;)
  3. I never get to relax people are constantly messaging me
  5. I always have time for some sinning  ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º)
  6. I’m trash
  7. Don’t you dare insult me I will hit you
  8. Me and the love I have for my friends and mutuals
  9. This is a picture of a confused Hobi in Norway, and I am too very confused, in Norway 

I tag: @hobiscuteelfnose @aseitas @ehitsali @nightowls388 @boymeetsweevil @hauntedhobi @daegustd @kimchi-oppa @wingscouldfly

Pls don’t feel obligated to do it if you don’t want to <33

anonymous asked:

um previous anon who said no one would care so they should die?? Bitch you don't speak for me. I care about this person and I like this blog, it makes me laugh and gets me through my day. There's no way in hell I'm gonna just sit here and let you bitch at one of my favorite people on this site because you can't healthily rid yourself of your bitterness and hate. Don't you ever dare presume to speak for anyone but yourself and if you really feel that way towards this blog then just leave.

!! this !!

Date a boy who...
  • Looks at you like you put the moon, sun and the rest of the starts on the sky- 

-even when you are not there

  • Decides to be goofey with you
  • Seems to drift close to you because you make him comfortable
  • Is there to offer you help and at the same time respects your boudaries- 

-and decisions

  • Would fight tooth and nail for you when you are vulnerable
  • Will never give you his back and instead receive you with a hug
  • Trusts your abilities no matter what
  • Will open up to you on his moments of weakness because he trusts you
  • Who will be there to have your back even on the moments you are doubting of yourself
  • Date…. Shiro

Date Takashi Shirogane


Stephen Wrabel  has made a strong and beautiful anthem about transgender lives 

“This song is the most important thing to me that I have ever done and probably will ever do. It’s the closest thing to my heart,” Wrabel tells Billboard. (Photo above)

“I came out as gay around 23 into a church in Los Angeles that told me I could and should change; that I was unnatural and wrong. I hope this reaches anyone in need of it and makes them feel like they’re not alone.”

The main role is played by trans actor August Aiden.

I love this song!

Here are the lyrics:

No, your mom don’t get it
And your dad don’t get it
Uncle John don’t get it
And you can’t tell grandma ‘cause her heart can’t take it
And she might not make it
They say, “don’t dare, don’t you even go there. Cutting off your long hair. You do as you’re told.”
Tell you, “wake up, go put on your makeup. This is just a phase you’re gonna outgrow.”

There’s something wrong in the village
In the village, oh
They stare in the village
In the village, oh
There’s nothing wrong with you
It’s true, it’s true
There’s something wrong with the village
With the village
There’s something wrong with the village

Feel the rumors follow you from Monday all the way to Friday dinner
You got one day of shelter, then it’s Sunday hell to pay, you young lost sinner
Well I’ve been there, sitting in that same chair
Whispering that same prayer half a million times
It’s a lie though
Buried in disciples
One page of the Bible isn’t worth a life


my baby boy is a confirmed orphan and this cut me deeper than i could have imagined