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I noticed that a lot of people call Sebastian/Ciel pedophilia. And people fo it to MANY ships that have one that is under the age of 18. People need to do their god damned reserch. This is an image i took that is hightlighted with age of consent from different years.
It shows that Ciel is of age to consent if he sees fit.
I read somewhere black butler was ment to be a yaoi romance between ciel and Sebastian.
Because of the era the manga is set in Ciel is of age and can consent to Sebastians advances.

It wasnt until the 20th century that you had to be 16 or over for sexual relations and 18 for intercourse with someone older.

Back over 100 years ago children as young as 10 were married as the primary goal of a human was to have children and once a girl got her first period she was not a child but now a woman.

Yes in our day and age it is wrong to prey on children. Yes i dont like people who sexualise and abuse children.

But for FICTIONAL characters in the appropriate ERA. It is perfectly fine. As it is FICTIONAL and is doing no harm but shipping characters people love together.

Some fans dont like sexualised ships. Relationships is not about sex. It is about love.

And once againm these are FICTIONAL characters. People made with pen, paper and words on a page. Not real life humans.

So dont call a sebaciel fan ‘sick’ or 'a pedophile’ and this goes for other ships from other anime like any attack on titan ship with Levi in it. ((Seriously people hating rivamika or ereri because one is younger then 18. Grow up.))

A relationSHIP is not based on sex, or the age of consent in MODERN day earth. But in a FICTIONAL reality.

If this is seen a lot i know i will get a huge about of hate. But some love from those who get hated for their ships.

Thank you AND GOOD DAY!

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hey, could you give a brief tutorial on how you made this gifset /post/129789289845/the-world-is-a-dangerous-place-not-because-of ?? or at least what i should look up to find a tutorial for a gifset like that? thank you :))

hey :) ok since i promised ages ago that i will post this tutorial and i never did, i’ll do it now. if this is confusing i apologize, feel free to message me about anything, english is not my first language and i’m bad at explaining things, but i included a lot of pictures so i hope it’s going to be ok. and also i’m pretty sure there are easier ways to do this, but this is how i do it. so anyway, i’m gonna explain how i made these two gifs, or at least try to :) here is gifset, all other gifs are made pretty much the same way. so, 

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The Right Person

Pairing: Charlie x Reader

Words: 2,106

A/N: I haven’t written Charlie in so long! I hope I was still able to capture her character. Enjoy~ 

~

“That doesn’t mean you should give up.” Dean gripped the stool and slid it out from under the table.

“I never said I was.” You trailed your finger around the rim of the glass, “Just…that I haven’t found the right person yet.”

He brought the bottle of beer to his smile, “Don’t worry about it, kiddo.”

You scoffed. “You’re hardly that much older than me.”

He shrugged, sending his jacket collar further up his neck. “Whatever you say, kiddo.”

~

“Sam!” You shouted from the bedroom hallways, where you were positive it would echo louder. When you received no answer, you began stomping towards the library. “I swear to God, Sam! If you took my laptop ag-”

“Woah, there.” Sam cut you off. He was seated with Dean at the table, across from a girl you had yet to meet. “Say hi to Charlie, first.”

You exhaled and smiled. “Hi. Y/N.” You stuck out a hand.

She shook it, “Charlie.” Her red hair bounced around her face as she spoke. “And uh, it was kinda me who stole your laptop.” She pointed to your computer sitting in front of her.

“Oh, that’s fine. It’s just when Sam takes it, he never closes all the stuff he opens up. He turns my screen into a virtual library.” You explained with a smile.

She chuckled and sat back down.

“We got a case.” Dean said as you pulled out a chair.

“Right to the point.” You sighed.

As Dean began to speak again, you interrupted. “Wait-” You turned your attention to Charlie, “Are you a hunter?”

She motioned with her hand, “So-so.”

Sam turned to you, “Short story is, she got wrapped up in it recently.”

You nodded understandingly, “Didn’t we all.”

After an hour of discussing the question of whether or not you were all going to take the case, Dean suggested grabbing some food.

“I’m starved.” You agreed, grabbing your coat. “Lucy’s?” You suggested a diner.

Everyone seemed to be on board. At the top of the stairs, Dean swung the door open to be met with a gust of wind carrying snowflakes in with it. He slammed it shut.

Turning to Charlie, you saw she was smiling wide.

“What?” You asked.

“Snow is the best! Doubly the reason to go out, now!” She exclaimed. You looked up at Dean who agreed.

“I might need to borrow a coat, though.” She pointed to her sweatshirt. “This isn’t gonna work out.”

Smiling, you went to go grab an extra one of your own. “Wouldn’t want you drowning in Sam’s.”

“It would reach my ankles.” She agreed, laughing.

As you stepped outside in a group, you watched her drape your coat over herself.

Dean elbowed you. “It’s not polite to stare.” He mocked a parental tone.

You ducked your head down and threw up your hood.

~

Snowflakes adorned everyone’s hair. It was rather beautiful, staring out over a strong accumulation of snow. It sparkled against the street lamps.

“I’ve never seen Sam so uncomfortable.” A soft voice whispered to you.

“Hm?” You turned to see Charlie, and followed her eye line.

“I don’t think he likes the snow.” She said. You watched with her as he constantly brushed the flakes from his hair and jacket. Each time, he would wipe his newly wet hands off against his jeans.

“We should buy him some gloves.” You joked, walking by her side. Sam and Dean were more than a few steps ahead.

She shrugged, “Or just ask Dean not to park, like, a hundred miles away from the restaurant.”

“That, too.” You smiled, looking over past your hood, to see her snow coated eyelashes. “Oh, here.” You realized the jacket you gave her left her head bare.

“Purple! My favorite.” She took the hat from your hands and pulled it down over her ears.

You laughed as the pompom on top bounced while she walked.

~

The diner was unsurprisingly empty. People chose to opt out of driving during a snowstorm.

“It’s really getting heavy.” Sam stated as he looked out of the window. He rubbed his hands together before grabbing a menu. You watched as he read it intently.

“What’s good?” Charlie asked, snatching Dean’s menu from his hands. “Waffles with strawberries…” She trailed her finger across the line, “and blueberries.”

“It’s ten. At night.” Sam looked up. “You want waffles?”

“Breakfast food is the best food.” She smiled, setting the laminated sheet down. “How about you, Sam? Gonna order a salad?”

He rolled his eyes and waited a beat before nodding.

“Every time!” She laughed, handing the waitress who walked up to your table, the stack of menus. Her name tag read Bethany.

“What can I getcha?” She seemed awfully perky for this hour. Dean leaned in towards her.

After everyone ordered, you opted to stare out the window. Snow began coming down in thick sheets; you couldn’t help but watch.

“So-” Charlie’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, “What’s your story?”

She leaned her elbow on the table and dropped her cheek into her hand.

“It’s pretty average.” You began, “I started hunting once I got into college. I saw some things that, well, you can’t really come back from. A couple years back, I met Dean through a mutual hunting buddy. Since then, I’ve moved into the bunker and…yeah.”

She smiled, then looked at Dean. “You never said anything!”

Dean furrowed his brows. “About?”

“You guys are together, right?” Her eyes darted between the two of you.

“No, no, no!” You exclaimed louder than you intended to. Her lips formed an ‘o’, and she was quick to apologize.

“Am I that bad?” Dean joked, directing his question at you. You reached for your hot chocolate, wrapping your hands around it.

“You’re just not my type.” You shrugged. He seemed almost offended.

“I’m everyone’s type.” He crossed his arms.

Charlie shook her head, “Not mine. That’s for sure.”

You turned to her with wide eyes, looking back towards the window almost immediately. You rubbed your palms against your jeans.

“So,” Sam cut the silence, “You guys up for that case?”

Shrugging, you picked at your napkin. “It won’t hurt to go and check it out. I’m not even sure it’s our kind of gig.”

Bethany placed your plate on the table, along with Sam’s. You marveled at the sight of your favorite burger, not hesitating to lift it up immediately and shove it into your mouth.

You and Dean both sighed contently.

“That good?” Charlie asked, stealing a french fry off your plate. She popped it into her mouth before reaching for another.

Sam gave Dean a look you couldn’t decipher.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing.” Sam began to pick at his food.

“That-“ Charlie pointed between the two brothers, “Wasn’t nothing. Spill it.”

Dean, with half a burger hanging from his mouth, said “If me or Sam tried to touch your plate, you’d bite our hands off.”

“Huh?” You asked, taking another bite.

“But Charlie here, has been eating your plate clean.” He explained.

“Can’t blame a girl. These fries are the best I’ve had in ages.” She dipped one in ketchup.

Sam rolled his eyes with a smile, giving you a strange look. You looked away and grabbed a napkin.

~

“Are you five?” You raised your brows at Dean. The blue light from the blinking sign casted its’ glow against the snow. Dean raised up his snowball in response, chucking it in your direction. A few of the waitresses from the diner made their way up to the windows, watching in amusement.

“Oh, it is so on.” You ducked behind Sam while shoving a gloved hand into the snow. You couldn’t help but form the biggest snowball you possibly could. As if he could read your mind, Sam wrapped his arms around your thighs and lifted you up so you could hit Dean from on top; rendering the car he was hiding behind, useless.

As he placed you back down, you caught sight of Charlie motioning for you. You ran towards the phone booth she stood next to, to be greeted with about thirty snowballs.

“How?”

“While you guys have been fighting, I’ve been preparing.” She said almost deviously. You laughed and reached for one.

“Who are we against?” You asked.

“Both of them.” Her lip quirked up at the corner.

After throwing a couple snowballs, you realized you were more caught up in watching Charlie than you were attacking the boys.

“What?” She said suddenly, hiding behind the phone booth with you.

You furrowed your brows.

“Something on my face?” She asked. For the first time in a while, you blushed.

“No, just- nevermind.” You held a snowball in both your hands.

“Duck.” She commanded suddenly.

“What?”

“Duck! Now!” She shouted and grabbed your arm, pulling you down. Laughing, you fell on top of her. Hit after hit, pounded against your coat as you lay on top of her. Sam and Dean’s laughter could be heard from a mile away.

“We need a new strategy.” She said calmly, unfazed by her position under you.

“Which is?” You whispered, your nose barely inches from hers.

Her answer came briskly. She gripped your upper arms and helped you off before jetting, full speed, towards the brothers.

“Charlie!” You shouted while laughing, quick to follow her. You landed in her footprints, deeply imprinted in the snow.

Without warning, she pounced on top of Dean, both bodies landing in the snow. If it weren’t for how hard you were laughing at the sight, you may have tried doing the same to Sam.

He turned to you and shrugged, “Should we do somet-”

“Nope.” You smiled wide while watching Dean try and flip her over.

~

The bunker had never felt warmer than in that moment. You shed your boots and gloves by the door, slinging your jacket over the railing.

“Who’s up for hot chocolate?” Charlie asked as she reached the bottom step.

“Do we have marshmallows?” Dean asked. He seemed more excited than anyone.

“Duh.” Charlie rolled her eyes and made her way towards the kitchen.

You walked with Dean to the kitchen, excited to finally drink something warm.

“Hey.” He nudged you with his elbow as you walked.

You looked up at him.

“Remember what we were talking about earlier?” He asked.

You shrugged, “We talk a lot, Dean.”

He smirked, “I meant about finding the right person.”

You furrowed your brows, “What about that?” You asked as the kitchen came into view.

“Have you changed your mind?” Dean asked, eyes trained on Charlie’s back.

You waited a beat before answering, “I… think so.”

To that, he clapped his hands together and bounced down the steps into the kitchen. You sat on top of the kitchen counter, lazily swaying your legs back and forth.

“And-” Charlie began to sing her words, “One for you!” She passed you a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

“Thank you.” You blew on the top, waiting to take a sip.

Sam and Dean busied themselves at the table, feuding about some movie. Charlie opted to lift herself up onto the countertop, to sit shoulder to shoulder with you.

“It’s good right?” She asked.

You nodded with a smile, taking another sip. “You should go get your Hot Chocolate degree. You’d graduate at the top of your class.”

Charlie laughed, “If only that was an option! God, I would ace that course!”

You sat with her in silence for a couple minutes, enjoying the warmth radiating through the ceramic mugs. Her socks caught your eye. Peeking out from under her jeans were mismatched, polka dot socks.

“Not to be too forward-” She began, and you brought your eyes back up to hers, “But Dean may have mentioned that you were single…”

You swore her eyes were twinkling.

“That, I am.” You bowed your head down with a smile. Before she could continue you turned your head to Dean, who threw you a wink.

“You wanna, may-”

“Yes.” You cut her off with a smile. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

“Good.” She beamed. She tipped her cup towards you. You reached your own forward, clinking it with hers. “I think that was a fun first date, don’t ya think?” She asked.

“First date?”

“Oh, come on. You’re telling me that snowball fight wasn’t a great icebreaker?” Her lips quirked up at the corners.

You smiled wide and bumped her shoulder with yours. Taking the last sip of your hot chocolate, you invited her to stay the night and watch a movie. Without hesitation she agreed, already rambling about which movie you just had to watch.

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“Robím dobre tak ďaleko? (Am i doing well so far?)” You asked nervously. You had been trying to learn slovak for the past two months to make Pietro feel more at home. And finally you were confident enough to surprise him by talking in slovak to him. 

“Samozrejme , že si printesa. Ste perfektný na všetko, čo robíte. a ja ťa za to (Of course you are printesa. You are perfect at everything you do. and i love you for that.)”

“What?” You bit your lip nervously, not knowing if you were translating right. 

“I said i love you.” Pietro smirked, Wrapping his arms around your waist. “I love you too.” You kiss him softly, a smile spreading across your lips when he pulls away.

“Boh ťa naozaj rád. (God i really love you.)” You said underneath your breath. Hugging him so tightly it was hard for him to breathe. But it didn’t matter. You had done all of this for him. And all he wanted to do was hold you for the rest of eternity

Hamilton Characters as Greek Gods /// John Laurens as Dionysus

Raise a glass to the four of us. Tomorrow there’ll be more of us, telling the story of tonight

God of wine, alcohol, pleasures, parties, madness, homosexuality, theatre and indulgence; also known as the liberator, who helped in the fight against the oppressive restraints of the powerful.

Kiss me Goodbye.

The world has taken so much from me in such a little time…

Before I could even do anything on my own, at two weeks the world decided that my other given parent wasn’t good enough to be in my life. So the wind directed him towards other women, drugs, and crime. Leaving me to have a confusing start, always wondering “where’s my dad?”

At age three, God took my grandpa by the hand and pulled him away from me before I even had the chance to be old enough to have any memory of him besides visiting him in the hospital and reading him a Clifford book. Now I’m left wondering “what was he like?”

When I was halfway to fifteen, the world grew jealous of my favorite companion. Envying the bond I had with him since the day I came home from the hospital. Wagging his bridle striped tail and never leaving my side throughout my childhood. Over the years he grew old, lived with cancer for four years. Until old age and the venom of cancer spread enough to leave him in a weak and helpless state. I can’t stop asking “why couldn’t he live forever?”

On May 9th of last year you took another of my fur family. Even as she lie on the floor unable to move from failing kidneys, I stayed right beside her. Up until the moment I carried her heavy body with my mom to the car, kissed her one last time, and watched her be taken to get Euthanized to end her suffering. There wasn’t a day she didn’t wag her brown and white tip tail. Kissing the tears off my face even as she was on death row. The wound is still fresh and I ask everyday “why didn’t she have more years?”

3/15/17…this year. The world gave me one last chance to see my uncle, not telling me this would be my last time seeing him. His fight with cancer was treacherous and lasted years. He was down to 20% of a lung, and was just about to start a new treatment. He didn’t have a lot of time. But he was still taken from me. Now I cry at night. Trying so hard to remember our final words shared. Regretting not giving him a hug. Or telling him I loved him one final time. Not knowing that walking down his apartment steps, I would be looking at my uncle one final time. I’m sitting here asking “why did you make him sick?”

For the longest time I’ve hated the world. Thinking of how cruel it can be. How it takes unforgivingly. Then I realized. It’s not the world. It’s God. Handpicking the best to help tend to his garden. Taking our loved ones to another life. Taking our furry family members to the Rainbow Bridge. But why?

Why must you be so selfish?

Why do you have to take the good ones?

Why can’t you trade them for the men and women in jail for awful crimes? Who’ve taken a life by their hands?

Why does it have to hurt those left to mourn?

Why can’t you take away my pain like you took their lives?

Why would you give life to something only to let it dry out in death?

Why has the world taken so much from me in such a little time?